3. [One thing that can be said about Qrow Branwen is that he's a terrific fighter. He barely even seemed to need time adjusting to his new Jobs. Every day he's out clearing out monsters, battling ruffians and all sorts of things.
What can't be said about him is... that he's a good rommate. From the walking in at all hours of the night drunk as a skunk, bouncing off the walls, to the terrible mess he leaves in his wake, empty liquor bottles just everywhere, it's a nightmare. Today he at least seems to have his shit mostly together. He's sitting at the couch with a map of the world open in front of him, a steaming mug of coffee next to it... along with an open flask. We also say mostly because well... he's sitting there in a towel. Just a towel.]
9. [It's a bandit attack! The small village is in danger, in the process of being ransacked by brigands. Maybe not only humans but monsters as well. Oh, will nobody hear the cries of the people and come to their aid?!
... Somebody will.]
Hey-hey, don't... don't worry, everybody! The Heroes of Light're... they're here!
[The chaos stops in an instant, all eyes turning to the tall gangly man staggering out into the middle of the road. His sword is still on his back, instead carrying a half-empty bottle of amber liquid and his steps are the too-steady, too-measured lurches of a man who'd had more than a few. He stops where he is, swaying, and points to the bad guys.]
Beware, you villains, for now you--you... uhh.... [He seems to forget what he was going to say, blinking as if just realizing he's still carrying his booze and takes another couple of gulps from it before zeroing in on his foes again] ... now you're gonna get it.
13 [Run into Qrow anywhere else. Out exploring, at the weapons shop, the bar. Anywhere and anything!]
Qrow Branwen | RWBY
[One thing that can be said about Qrow Branwen is that he's a terrific fighter. He barely even seemed to need time adjusting to his new Jobs. Every day he's out clearing out monsters, battling ruffians and all sorts of things.
What can't be said about him is... that he's a good rommate. From the walking in at all hours of the night drunk as a skunk, bouncing off the walls, to the terrible mess he leaves in his wake, empty liquor bottles just everywhere, it's a nightmare. Today he at least seems to have his shit mostly together. He's sitting at the couch with a map of the world open in front of him, a steaming mug of coffee next to it... along with an open flask. We also say mostly because well... he's sitting there in a towel. Just a towel.]
9.
[It's a bandit attack! The small village is in danger, in the process of being ransacked by brigands. Maybe not only humans but monsters as well. Oh, will nobody hear the cries of the people and come to their aid?!
... Somebody will.]
Hey-hey, don't... don't worry, everybody! The Heroes of Light're... they're here!
[The chaos stops in an instant, all eyes turning to the tall gangly man staggering out into the middle of the road. His sword is still on his back, instead carrying a half-empty bottle of amber liquid and his steps are the too-steady, too-measured lurches of a man who'd had more than a few. He stops where he is, swaying, and points to the bad guys.]
Beware, you villains, for now you--you... uhh.... [He seems to forget what he was going to say, blinking as if just realizing he's still carrying his booze and takes another couple of gulps from it before zeroing in on his foes again] ... now you're gonna get it.
13
[Run into Qrow anywhere else. Out exploring, at the weapons shop, the bar. Anywhere and anything!]