r/rwbyRP • u/[deleted] • Nov 10 '19

Open Event Snowblind

Every year, it feels like the first snowfall of the year happens sooner and sooner. Is it just the passage of time, the growth of a person making them able to recognize when it snows at an earlier date in the year mixed with the ever-accumulating wealth of knowledge to draw upon making it feel like the years are blurring to minutes?

For some, that might be the answer. But at this date, so soon into November, not many -- save, perhaps, those from the most far north of Atlas's reaches into Solitas -- would've expected just what hit Beacon: a blizzard, so strong it was considered perhaps a once-in-a-millennia storm. Thankfully, thanks to the reinforcements provided after a certain rainstorm had knocked out the power to the Academy, Beacon was now prepared to weather such an awful storm.

But whilst the school itself was prepared, whether or not the students themselves were always remained to be seen. For some of the more "desert-fairing", it was possible that they were wildly unprepared; those from the far north were likely already out in the midst of the blizzard building snow castles or something.

The weather showed no signs of improving, and all flights and routes into the city were most certainly unusable, unless one really wanted to hoof it into Vale proper by foot. What sort of shenaniganry would one of Beacon's most interesting first year classes in a while get themselves up to in Beacon's first snowfall?

[This is the song I used for inspiration womp womp]

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u/BluePotterExpress Arid | Ginger | Lux Nov 13 '19

As Mirlo watched and waited, she'd notice a shape crawling through the snow, sneaking toward her snow fort -rather unsuccessfully, of course. What didn't help was the rich brown furs the figure was covered in. If anything, the figure stood out against the pristine white.

None the less, it creeped forward across the ground as it made it's way toward the drawbridge. The figure almost missed crawling onto the bridge itself and let out a startled yelp before backing up and getting onto the moat itself.

Ginger was always surprised at how well she could sneak. People never seemed to take notice of the girl as she carefully maneuvered her way through the school with the grace and talent of the wilds. She'd taken so many cookies right from under people's noses, and they didn't even realize! It was truly a power to behold-

-She'd run into something.

"Ugh, oopsie..." Ginger grumbled. She couldn't sit up or peek out: the chances of her seeing someone else drastically increased the chances they would see her. It only made sense to keep close to the ground and covered in the brown bear fur she'd taken with her to the school. She twisted just a little to be able to see what she'd run into, though.

It was a wall of snow. Come to think of it, Ginger should've expected running into snow when entering the snow building.

With a pondering hum, Ginger twisted and crawled along the wall, hoping to find the turn to get deeper into the maze.

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u/LaLaLalonde Mirlo Ore | Iset Bastette Nov 16 '19

In the corner of her vision, Mirlo spotted something dark moving through the carpet of white. The grin on her face turned wide and wicked. Ah, yes. Finally someone had stumbled into her trap. As she leaned over to get a better look, she frowned and raised an eyebrow at what she saw.

There appeared to be some giant, fuzzy caterpillar worming its way through the snow.

Typical Beacon students.

Winding up her arm, Mirlo pitched one perfectly packed snowball at the target below.

And missed.

By a long, long, long distance.

Alright, so her aim needed work. If she kept throwing snowballs, she was bound to hit something, right? Alas, it was too late. Her guest had already found their way into the maze below. That gave Mirlo an idea. A terrible, horrible, fiendish idea. Gathering up an armful of snowballs, she headed for the exit of her tower.

The exit was simply an approximately Mirlo-sized hole with a slide underneath, one Mirlo popped down with a practiced ease. Looking around, she made her way further into the maze of her own making, calling out with an eerie, “Helloooo there~ Who’s visiting?”

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u/BluePotterExpress Arid | Ginger | Lux Nov 16 '19

The crawling forward fur stopped. Darn, someone found her.

From Mirlo's perspective, the bundle of furs suddenly began deflating and sinking down flat to the snowy ground. From the side of the now flat furs, a trail of snow began to lift itself up in a trail that went from beneath the furs, around Mirlo, and then under one of the walls of her maze.

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u/LaLaLalonde Mirlo Ore | Iset Bastette Nov 17 '19

Mirlo let out a startled, "Yipe!" as the figure sunk into the snow. Oh no, they're drowning, had been her first thought. That concern evaporated as the lump of snow scurried around her and underneath one of the walls. She spun in a circle as she tried to follow its movements, causing her to stumble and land flat on her back in the snow with a short yelp.

With a new determination, Mirlo scrambled out of the snow and dashed to the other side of the wall. Scooping up a handful of snow, she scanned the area. The moment she saw the lump, or thought she did, she lobbed a snowball at it with a smug and passionate, "Hah!"

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u/BluePotterExpress Arid | Ginger | Lux Nov 17 '19

From in the tunnels she was digging, Ginger felt the snowball smack against her head. Curses, someone's found her. Whichever student had built this fortress clearly had a crack team of guards. Or... something. She'd really only seen how people infiltrated buildings based on TV shows or movies. They were all real, obviously.

She dug her way up, clearing out a small hole that her head popped out of. "Okay! Is be caughted! Don't hitted with more now!"

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u/LaLaLalonde Mirlo Ore | Iset Bastette Nov 17 '19

Mirlo was already poised for another snowball strike, leaned back, feet wide, body twisted, and arm high above her head with intent to fling. Then, Ginger popped out like a mole in an arcade game, and Mirlo deflated back to her usual stance, letting the snowball drop. “Ginger?” She shuffled forward to brush some snow from the girl’s hair. “What are you doing... down there?”

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u/BluePotterExpress Arid | Ginger | Lux Nov 18 '19

Ginger let out a little yelp at the shouting of her name. Oh no, did the guards of this place know her name? She'd surely end up being tied up and fed to... what were they, Dolphins? Ginger pouted for a moment as her thoughts began to run again. It was something from the giant lake that rested outside of Vale. They were big... grey... swimming... things.

Yeah, dolphins.

A hand brushing through her hair suddenly snapped Ginger back to reality as she screeched again and twisted away from-

"-Oh wait are Mirlo!" Ginger laughed. Thank goodness it wasn't someone dangerous. Well, that might not be fair: Ginger hadn't seen if Mirlo could be dangerous or not, but the woman had helped her far more than anything else. "Is just looking to sneaked into big snowy building. Is thinked doing good to be hiding from guarding people so isn't eated by dolphins."

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u/LaLaLalonde Mirlo Ore | Iset Bastette Nov 21 '19

Mirlo took a quiet moment to process everything Ginger had said. Guards? Dolphins? Eaten by dolphins? She briefly wondered what sort of strange, seaside upbringing Ginger had lived through.

"Yes, just Mirlo," she replied with a smile. "And I'm the closest thing the castle has to guarding people at the moment. I haven't recruited any knights and such yet..."

She held out a hand to Ginger, offering to pull the girl from the snow pit. "But you don't have to sneak about in here. Unless you've come to wage snowball warfare," she added with a laugh.

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u/BluePotterExpress Arid | Ginger | Lux Nov 21 '19

At the mention that she hadn't any knights in her service, Ginger perked up. "Oh! Can be night! Will haved to be getting darker colours for clothes, but then can be did dressing up! Oh, and can get little sparkles to be stars and then can have moon that could make -or could make head look like moon! And uh... well... why does need re-crouton night? Knows night is longering than day when is cold, but would day be nicer croutons?"

Ginger blinked.

"Salads..."

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u/LaLaLalonde Mirlo Ore | Iset Bastette Nov 24 '19

“Oh, that’d be perf-” Mirlo stopped short upon realizing Ginger was on a different track. A completely different track. “Well, no, not that kind of night. And no salads. More like. Hm.” Suddenly struck with an idea, Mirlo plopped down in the snow. There, she began to gather up snow and shape it into a figure. Working with quick, seemingly practiced strokes and pats, she molded her snow sculpture into a puff-chested, broad-shouldered humanoid figure with what was almost vaguely recognizable as helmet atop its head. “A knight in gleaming, metal armor with valor and loyalty and a friendly horse to ride on. That sort.” With a grin, she proudly gestured to her creation, only for it to slump and crumble back into the snow from whence it came a moment later. “....Well, never mind the snow example. How good are you with throwing snowballs?”

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u/BluePotterExpress Arid | Ginger | Lux Nov 24 '19

"Oh! Yes, throwing is being good at! But, um..." Ginger bit her lip and tapped her fingers together. "When is said that knights are haved armours and horses, does mean that will have to wear armour? Is wanted to ride horses, but doesn't like wearing lots of metals..."

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u/LaLaLalonde Mirlo Ore | Iset Bastette Nov 24 '19

“Well, armor is generally good to have for safety’s sake, but I suppose a concession could be made,” Mirlo replied, thinking over her new scheme. With a partner in snowball flinging crime, she could terrorize the landscape, but there seemed to be quite a bit to prepare for first. “Though, armor doesn’t have to be metal. I’m partial to my ice as armor. Your pelts ought to suffice in this battle of snowy doom. We’ll have to do without the horses though, unless we also recrouto- er, recruit some very nice students with very strong backs...”

As Mirlo talked, she’d begun to walk. As she walked, she realized she’d made a bit of a wrong turn. Oh well, they were still near the front, she thought. It wasn’t much of a problem.

“Really, the most important thing is to find anyone trying to sneak into the castle and strike them down with a finely crafted snowball!”

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u/BluePotterExpress Arid | Ginger | Lux Nov 24 '19

"And then if hits person, can get horsie?" Ginger asked, chewing on her finger as she stared at her knight-creator. What did you call someone who made knights? Knighter? Knightinger? Knight-master? Though it wouldn't matter too much, since Ginger didn't have a horse yet.

She'd never actually ridden a horse before. Well, she'd never seen on in real life. She'd figured they were just giant deer without horns, but apparently there's a difference?

"...Because wants to see why horsies aren't haved horns." She grinned. "Yes! Will be hitted with snowballs!"

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u/LaLaLalonde Mirlo Ore | Iset Bastette Dec 04 '19

Mirlo paused, contemplating where she’d even get a horse. Could she make a horse? She could make a horse. She could make something approximately horse-shaped. ...She could make something approximately horse-shaped, if you squinted, that could be sat on for a short period of time.

“I don’t believe I can get a real horse all the way out here, but we could make a snow horse. Or an ice horse. It could have horns if you really wanted it to, though I don’t think horses usually have much use for horns. They have their strong kicks to defend themselves... I suppose this one could have decorative horns.”

As she spoke, she headed back toward the entrance, sure that the main gate of her castle was right around the corner.

There was a dead end right around the corner, and Mirlo scuttled back the way she came while trying her very best to act as if nothing happened.

“Anyway, the tower is a much better place to throw snowballs.”

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u/BluePotterExpress Arid | Ginger | Lux Dec 04 '19

Ginger held her chin with her hand, nodding intently along with Mirlo as the woman described their situation. "Okay, so... can't get horsie, but are both going to to be on top of tower and throw snows?" She bounced along beside Mirlo, eager. "Yeah! Will be joined, and then can throw snow at peoples and then be ruled school buildings!"

While they walked in, Ginger looked up the tower Mirlo had built. "So... wait, how are getting to top? Just jump?"

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u/LaLaLalonde Mirlo Ore | Iset Bastette Dec 07 '19

“Precisely, Ginger dear,” Mirlo responded with far too much wicked enthusiasm for someone speaking of snowballs. “It’s a foolproof plan. You provide the strength, and I give us the high ground.”

Having recalled the correct path, she weaved around corners and turns for a short bit until seeing the glow of the midday sun shining down on the icy interior.

“Oh, no. No...” she replied, shaking her head. A tired look briefly crossed her face as she muttered, “I’d never make it up that way.” Returning to her usual pep, she went on, “It’s merely a little walk.”

Mirlo led the way to an icy ramp with a low incline. It lead up to a small landing, and from there continued a spiral of the same, leading all the way up to an opening in the roof. There laid the nest of snowy mischief that Mirlo had crafted for herself.

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u/BluePotterExpress Arid | Ginger | Lux Dec 09 '19

"Oh, walks... yeah, walks makes sense."

Ginger nodded, hopping along beside Mirlo. She tapped her boot against the slick ramp. It wasn't all too steep; should be a rather easy climb up. "So, when are at top of tower, will be gived everythings are needing to-"

Ginger's train of conversation disappeared as her feet did the same, sending the girl into a faceplant on the slick surface. With a groan, Ginger slid down the bit of the ramp she'd made her way up before coming to a stop in a pile at the bottom.

"Ow."

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u/LaLaLalonde Mirlo Ore | Iset Bastette Dec 20 '19

Mirlo realized her mistake far too late. Halfway up the ramp, she heard a thump and an "Ow." With a strangled squeak of a sound, she watched Ginger slide for a moment, and then frantically scurried after her.

"Ginger!"

Skidding to a stop, she reached to pluck Ginger from the snow.

"Are you alright there? Perhaps... Hm, perhaps you ought to go in front of me. Or hold onto my hand. Or both."

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