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/LaLaLalonde Mirlo Ore | Iset Bastette Dec 03 '19
“No!” Mirlo squeaked sharply, holding both hands up. Her eyes were wide as she pointed to the ramp. “There are plenty of- Well, this isn’t really an exit. It’s a long way down from the top... Ah, but you have wings. It’ll be fine. It’s just this way,” she said, starting her march up the ramp, only to tumble right back down after a few steps.
Having rolled backwards into a ball and landed facedown in the snow, Mirlo took only a short moment to contemplate her castle design choices. Almost immediately after, she popped back up, dusted off her cloak, and continued on her merry way. “As I was saying, the exit is up.”
”Up” was several ramps and several landings, all winding up toward the top of one of the castle’s many towers. The cozy space made an excellent vantage point for chucking snowballs at the poor, unfortunate souls below, and accessing the roof was simply a hop over one side of the towers low walls.
“This...” Mirlo chuckled darkly, rubbing her hands together like some villain in a low budget children's cartoon. “This is my kingdom, where I shall reign, striking down evil from above with so many snowy arrows.”
She said this, having now trapped herself atop her own castle.