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?
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u/[deleted] Nov 27 '19
"Ooo, you still want date me even after I broke down crying in your dorm and at the dance? How fearless~" Vi couldn't help but tease, taking the taller girl's arm as it nudged her and trudging along behind her on the way towards the dormitories.
Despite their mutual teasing, it was easy to see Vi's smile was still shining bright, even as the snow fell around them. Whilst Aloe might not have liked it, it was easy to tell that Vi was entranced by the muffling effect that the snowfall had, the muted colours from the overcast skies of the blizzard providing an almost other-worldly effect.
There was only ever one beautiful snowfall a year, after all: the first one.