It's a legit reason, though this is a two way street. It would also mean she always knows the same things about me, if I go rogue or crazy. But it's not like I'm about to disagree with you, Qrow.
This is me informing you, because you should know. Because this isn't something I want just sprung on you after the fact. I'm not going to be able to fix the things that I ever did to them. But I can at least be up front.
[Was she hoping to get his blessing on this sort of thing, some validation like he thought it was a good idea? He isn't sure. Personally, he thinks its a terrible idea, but if Ruby's on-board with it, he has no objection.]
Because I honestly don't trust her to tell you. I sort of assume she wouldn't want to worry you, would say she would and then forget. It's not like she'd intentionally conceal it, but if I tell you myself? Then I know you were told.
[It was one of those moments where she treated him as the adult in the room, and the adult in the room probably needed to know about the colossally bad choice she and Ruby were considering. You know. In case something went awfully wrong.]
And now I'm doubly glad I called you. So, there's an argument about someone who will remain nameless forcing a bond on someone. Let's just leave that person out of this discussion.
I was reading, and it seemed like they were sure they'd find a way. But it might be a good idea to be sure that it can be reversed if shit goes sideways. You're absolutely not wrong about that.
Because if I went back to how I was? Yeah, that'd be a serious problem.
We can take our time and do something like that, yeah. And if we do it in another month, it probably won't be as strong, so that might be wise. Might be easier as far as the reversing things.
Anna. Do you trust her? She keeps an eye out for me from time to time.
In this town, sometimes that's all you can take. So we can work with that, and I'll keep trying to stay out of your hair. But since I'm here, is there anything I can do for you guys?
[Blink blink. Ok, she was surprised, legitimately surprised.]
You know, I was about to call you on bullshit there for a sec.
But you wouldn't bother, I don't think. So, if you need someone to beat the crap out of and get beat in turn? I can be your pint sized punching bag for this.
Bladed weapons, or blunted?
[She also thought about asking why, but opted not. It probably wasn't her business, and she could imagine about a thousand reasons to want to get it out of the system.]
[She made her way over to the Gate. Not like it was even a surprise for her to be in this part of the time. If she wasn't at her home, she was training or on patrols, regularly. So she could make a time to be at the Gate. When he reached the arena grounds, he was directed to an open but enclosed place, where none of their friends and family would see them going at it.
She stood there, idly waiting in that sort of cheeky way that she always did. If he was going to fight her at her best, she'd have that awful, shit-eating grin on her face. It was the one she always showed in a fight, after all. At the first sight of him, she'd tip her hat once to acknowledge him.]
shall we handwave/fade out the actual fighty part?
[He doesn't answer back, only flies over to the Gate at the appointed time, because of course he must have an appropriately dramatic entrance. What kind of self-respecting goth would he be if he didn't, gosh.
Nonetheless, he does not seem to share her shit-eating grin or even wear a particularly smug expression of his own going into this fight, as he usually might. He looks...tired, honestly. Worn out in that way only a person who is too stressed to exist can, and he doesn't even bother with trash talk when he takes Harbinger off his back and extends it into its full scythe form.]
No death blows. [he confirms, at last, though he does not stop talking there] But I'm planning to go until one of us stops getting up. You still in?
[She nodded and shifted her stance, bringing the umbrella forward at a low angle. Her free hand reached up, crooking fingers to beckon him over. She hadn't admitted it, but part of her was screaming in pain too. She needed it as much as him, even if she didn't realize it.
Coin's flip who dropped first, but that didn't matter in the end.]
(OOC: A fade out on the fight's fine by me. It establishes it happened, and it works perfectly since we're into a new month.)
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It would also mean she always knows the same things about me, if I go rogue or crazy.
But it's not like I'm about to disagree with you, Qrow.
This is me informing you, because you should know.
Because this isn't something I want just sprung on you after the fact.
I'm not going to be able to fix the things that I ever did to them.
But I can at least be up front.
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[Was she hoping to get his blessing on this sort of thing, some validation like he thought it was a good idea? He isn't sure. Personally, he thinks its a terrible idea, but if Ruby's on-board with it, he has no objection.]
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I sort of assume she wouldn't want to worry you, would say she would and then forget.
It's not like she'd intentionally conceal it, but if I tell you myself?
Then I know you were told.
[It was one of those moments where she treated him as the adult in the room, and the adult in the room probably needed to know about the colossally bad choice she and Ruby were considering. You know. In case something went awfully wrong.]
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right
well, you've told me, i guess
one question
is there a way to reverse the bond if you ever forget deerington?
[He doesn't intend to get in the way of Ruby's decisions, but a man also has to be practical here.]
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So, there's an argument about someone who will remain nameless forcing a bond on someone.
Let's just leave that person out of this discussion.
I was reading, and it seemed like they were sure they'd find a way.
But it might be a good idea to be sure that it can be reversed if shit goes sideways.
You're absolutely not wrong about that.
Because if I went back to how I was?
Yeah, that'd be a serious problem.
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might be a good idea to do a trial run with someone else first
make sure it can be reversed
and maybe to have someone who can let me know if you forget
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And if we do it in another month, it probably won't be as strong, so that might be wise.
Might be easier as far as the reversing things.
Anna. Do you trust her?
She keeps an eye out for me from time to time.
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and i don't distrust her
close enough
[He has no issue with Anna, but there's a bit of a gulf between that and trust. They need more near-death experiences, clearly.]
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So we can work with that, and I'll keep trying to stay out of your hair.
But since I'm here, is there anything I can do for you guys?
Other than the distance. That's easy to keep.
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actually
do you want to fight
not in a "to the death way" obviously
but most people around here can't go as hard as us
so we don't have to hold back
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You know, I was about to call you on bullshit there for a sec.
But you wouldn't bother, I don't think.
So, if you need someone to beat the crap out of and get beat in turn?
I can be your pint sized punching bag for this.
Bladed weapons, or blunted?
[She also thought about asking why, but opted not. It probably wasn't her business, and she could imagine about a thousand reasons to want to get it out of the system.]
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[He wants to bleed.]
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We don't talk with your niece about this, ok?
I'll meet you at the Gate in an hour or two.
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see you then
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[She made her way over to the Gate. Not like it was even a surprise for her to be in this part of the time. If she wasn't at her home, she was training or on patrols, regularly. So she could make a time to be at the Gate. When he reached the arena grounds, he was directed to an open but enclosed place, where none of their friends and family would see them going at it.
She stood there, idly waiting in that sort of cheeky way that she always did. If he was going to fight her at her best, she'd have that awful, shit-eating grin on her face. It was the one she always showed in a fight, after all. At the first sight of him, she'd tip her hat once to acknowledge him.]
shall we handwave/fade out the actual fighty part?
Nonetheless, he does not seem to share her shit-eating grin or even wear a particularly smug expression of his own going into this fight, as he usually might. He looks...tired, honestly. Worn out in that way only a person who is too stressed to exist can, and he doesn't even bother with trash talk when he takes Harbinger off his back and extends it into its full scythe form.]
No death blows. [he confirms, at last, though he does not stop talking there] But I'm planning to go until one of us stops getting up. You still in?
Sure!
Coin's flip who dropped first, but that didn't matter in the end.]
(OOC: A fade out on the fight's fine by me. It establishes it happened, and it works perfectly since we're into a new month.)