[ Qrow could go physically track down Yang right now, but... eh. He's away from the Convoy, and even if he wasn't it's big enough he doesn't feel like scouting. ]
[Fortunately, Yang hasn't strayed very far from the Wild Rider, lounging on the hood with her back on the mirror doing some sketches with some scavenged paper and pencils; Ruby in one of her scythe flips, Weiss doing an elegant riposte, Jaune with his shield at the ready, and herself dancing with Blake at the school ball, you know, normal stuff. A lot of them are good action poses, movement, drawn from memory. It's good practice. She looks up when she hears her Uncle's voice on the radio, and slides off the car, placing the drawing materials on the passenger-seat before grabbing the radio.]
Sure thing, Uncle Qrow. What's up? Are you away from the Convoy right now?
[Qrow gets tetchy if he doesn't have time to go off and Brood somewhere.]
Gotcha. That makes sense. I guess I've got time to make you eat some dirt, Uncle Qrow.
[Listen, Yang knows what a badass her uncle is, but that's when he has his weapon. Hand to hand is Yang's thing, and she's had some of the best instructors around, her father most of all. She might actually have the edge in skill here against Qrow for once.]
[ He'd asked Yang for a reason, after all. Tai might be semi-retired these days, but he'd started teaching her years and years ago. ]
'Bout five minutes south-east of the Convoy, just off the highway. Found a little clearing where we won't be tripping over those thorns the whole time.
[ And, indeed, he's right where he said he would be. His hearse is pulled off to the side of the clearing, while Qrow himself is busying himself with rolling any too-large rocks out of the way. He's not looking out for Yang, but his new cat ears twitch and swivel when he hears her approach and he's quick to look up. ]
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Date: 2025-04-05 05:39 pm (UTC)Hey, Firecracker. Got a question for you.
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Date: 2025-04-10 05:15 am (UTC)Sure thing, Uncle Qrow. What's up? Are you away from the Convoy right now?
[Qrow gets tetchy if he doesn't have time to go off and Brood somewhere.]
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Date: 2025-04-13 03:03 am (UTC)[ He definitely needs his brooding space, but he's not an idiot. Safety in numbers, even when he's part of those numbers. ]
Remember how I said Harbinger's not here? I figured so long as that's the case, I better make sure my hand-to-hand's as good as I can manage.
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Date: 2025-04-17 04:06 am (UTC)Gotcha. That makes sense. I guess I've got time to make you eat some dirt, Uncle Qrow.
[Listen, Yang knows what a badass her uncle is, but that's when he has his weapon. Hand to hand is Yang's thing, and she's had some of the best instructors around, her father most of all. She might actually have the edge in skill here against Qrow for once.]
I'll come to you. Where are you?
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Date: 2025-05-04 08:56 pm (UTC)[ He'd asked Yang for a reason, after all. Tai might be semi-retired these days, but he'd started teaching her years and years ago. ]
'Bout five minutes south-east of the Convoy, just off the highway. Found a little clearing where we won't be tripping over those thorns the whole time.
[ And, indeed, he's right where he said he would be. His hearse is pulled off to the side of the clearing, while Qrow himself is busying himself with rolling any too-large rocks out of the way. He's not looking out for Yang, but his new cat ears twitch and swivel when he hears her approach and he's quick to look up. ]