[ Gerry has felt strange all month: like his body isn't really his, like he shouldn't be here, in a deep, existential sort of way. It's a strange feeling, but not necesarily a painful one. Still, it's a little too much like being bound to the skin book, and Gerry does his best not to dwell on it.
It helps to actually use his body -- to do things that are grounded in physical reality. Or, at least, whatever passes for physical reality in Deerington. That's why, about a week into February, he followed up with Qrow about the combat training offer. Thankfully, Qrow accepted.
Now, he's standing outside Qrow's home, a bit unsure of himself. He doesn't really know what to bring to this sort of thing, so he's settled on his most sensible boots and his favorite lighter. Gerry gives the front door a polite little knock, and waits. ]
[It's been awhile since Qrow has trained anyone, honestly. He only ever took up the post for Ruby's sake, so when she got into Beacon it just hadn't really been worth the effort of keeping it up. Tai was better with the newbies, anyway; his style was more gentle and patient, less rough around the edges. Qrow was a former bandit, after all.
Still, he'd been serious about his offer, so when Gerry follows up with him, he goes about finding a couple of practice swords (one that...perhaps shouldn't have a blade just yet, but at least isn't a ridiculous gun-blade??) ahead of their planned meeting.
The knock at the door is answered readily, and he raises a hand in a wave before gesturing him to follow.]
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It helps to actually use his body -- to do things that are grounded in physical reality. Or, at least, whatever passes for physical reality in Deerington. That's why, about a week into February, he followed up with Qrow about the combat training offer. Thankfully, Qrow accepted.
Now, he's standing outside Qrow's home, a bit unsure of himself. He doesn't really know what to bring to this sort of thing, so he's settled on his most sensible boots and his favorite lighter. Gerry gives the front door a polite little knock, and waits. ]
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Still, he'd been serious about his offer, so when Gerry follows up with him, he goes about finding a couple of practice swords (one that...perhaps shouldn't have a blade just yet, but at least isn't a ridiculous gun-blade??) ahead of their planned meeting.
The knock at the door is answered readily, and he raises a hand in a wave before gesturing him to follow.]
Hey. C'mon, I'm set up out back.
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That all flies out the window as soon as he sees the swords. Gerry sucks in a breath. ]
Holy shit. That's -- that's so metal.
[ Get it? The swords are metal and. Badass. Like heavy metal. Gerry's doing great. ]
Do I just -- uh -- take one?