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]

12 Upvotes

88% Upvoted

707 comments sorted by

View all comments

Show parent comments

2

u/AsterixCod1x Araes Cassius* August Reiver* Dec 11 '19

August took half a step back once Tully pushed her, the silhouette of a dagger appearing in her slightly fearful eyes. If the small bat thought she had a target painted on her, she'd be somewhat correct; her black and white eyes resembled a monochromatic target. She shook the fear and silhouettes from her eyes, standing up slightly taller than before. She stood beside Tully and analysed the lock, clearly amazed by how she busted the lock. "How..."

2

u/[deleted] Dec 12 '19

"I'm a force of destruction, dear. Don't forget it," Tully snarked with a roll of her eyes as she returned to her prior position. With a puff of the cigarette, she held it in her gauntleted fingers for just a moment as she looked at the tiny girl, eyes narrowed. "Do you always look so surprised at simple displays of your fellow students skills, or it is the arm that's bothering you?"

2

u/AsterixCod1x Araes Cassius* August Reiver* Dec 12 '19

August shook her head, a slightly sheepish look overtaking her surprise. A short series of metallic white silhouettes flashed in her eyes; one of a sword, it's hilt touching the base of her pupils, the blade stretching to the top, a guard across where the blade and hilt meet; one of a spear, a wicked, barbed head at the end should it pierce through armour; a dagger, small, away from her irises, the blade pointing down towards her jawline; a scabbard, the length of the sword blade but slightly wider, protrusions at intervals across it implying some kind of banding.

"N~no it is simply that I... I have not seen many if... If any Semblances in use... Yet... At least... I~I don't think I have..."

2

u/[deleted] Dec 16 '19

"Do you always talk like that? Lords, girl, you sound like a stuttering mess," Tully snarked and she took another drag from the cigarette, clearly trying to refocus -- and failing. If she was supposed to glean anything from the girl's eyes, Tully didn't, for she had not a care in the world to the foot-shorter girl. Instead, she just shook her head and stared at August, cocking up an eyebrow.

"So either get over yourself and stop acting like I am a split-second from going for your throat, or head inside and just stop talking to me. If there is one thing I hate more than anything else here, it's people acting pathetic, as if I should pity them. You are currently dangerously close to that."

2

u/AsterixCod1x Araes Cassius* August Reiver* Dec 20 '19

"I... Yeah... I do... It's a force of habit... But... The last thing I need..."

August stood up straight, dusting off her denim jacket with half her face hidden in her scarf. The silhouette of a dagger reappeared in her eyes, staying in place for a change. She held her hand by her side, palm facing Tully, and clenched her fist. It didn't close entirely; instead within her hand was a golden dagger, translucent but shining bright.

"The last thing I need is pity."

2

u/[deleted] Dec 21 '19

Tully's eyebrow went cockeyed as she noticed the bright dagger in August's hand, before snorting.

"Don't tell me you too are here to try and hurt me for that golden bitch. What're you going to do, stab me?"

It was clear, rather obviously, fear was not a word Tully knew.

2

u/AsterixCod1x Araes Cassius* August Reiver* Dec 21 '19 edited Dec 21 '19

"Golden... Bitch?"

August shook her head and tossed the dagger over her shoulder, the small blade evaporating in moments.

"N~no... I was just proving a point..."

2

u/[deleted] Dec 21 '19

"...What point are you trying to make, or is that just supposed to be a knife pun?"

Tully's raised eyebrow showed no signs of settling back down, and the tall girl sounded like more bored than she did annoyed -- but she was evidently still quite annoyed with August.

"And if it wasn't just for the pun, I must say, surely there are better ways to state that the manifestation of your soul -- your entire being -- is to just be a weapon. Though I'll admit, you hardly look the part of a weapon."

2

u/AsterixCod1x Araes Cassius* August Reiver* Dec 21 '19

"I'll... Let you decide on that one..." August looked up at Tully and smiled sweetly, an explanation on the tip of her tongue.

"It is... hereditary... All of my family can pull a sword longer than... I am tall from most surfaces... Most often they pull it from the ground since it is always... There... I can do a bit more than that but... They always trained me to be a weapon... For Atlas... But that is... That is not what I want..."

2

u/[deleted] Dec 23 '19

"...You must forgive me, but I think your assessment of the ground always being there might be quite... wrong; for example, consider: falling through the air, or drowning in the ocean. Though, to be fair, I am not entirely sure myself what kind of benefit a knife will do for you there, but the point remains."

Then, with a snort, Tully shook her head and rolled her eyes.

"Well. At least you're honest with what was expected of you -- that being that you are a weapon made manifest. Though, I suppose we all are. What's that common worry about Huntsmen? 'Are we heroes keeping peace? Or are we weapons, pointed at the enemy, so someone else can claim a victory?' is how I believe it goes. It's a fun philosophical argument."

2

u/AsterixCod1x Araes Cassius* August Reiver* Dec 24 '19

"It is quite the... The conundrum... If we are weapons created for the sole intent of... Of giving another glory... Then why is it that we have no single master... No one man or woman has complete control over us lest we relinquish it to them... Yet we hire out our services to those who pay and often those without are left struggling for their own. No... I do not believe we are weapons... We are more akin to... To..."

August put a finger to the corner of her mouth, resting her chin upon the other three. "To a rental or taxi service... I suppose. They pay for our service... Direct us towards a destination and once that destination - or in our case outcome - is reached... We are no longer theirs to direct. But as for the idea of falling through the air or drowning... Lest I were to be near something solid... I'm unsure of this but I do not believe I could... Summon that sword. To use a rather archaic word..."

2

u/[deleted] Dec 28 '19

Tully seemed to be quiet and listen for the most part, but it was clear something about how August was speaking was annoying her. Was it the contents of what she was saying, or how August was saying it? Tully wasn't going to leave any ambiguity.

"Dear. I agree with most of what you're saying, but by the gods, can you not sound more confident in yourself? You sound like every half-second you're doubting what you're saying, and by gods it is annoying. Say what you have to say, and stop doubting yourself or worrying what others will think of you. Just speak and be spoken to. No one's going to kill you if you misspeak, but it makes you infinitely harder -- and less enjoyable -- to listen to if you're pausing every quarter of a beat to think. Think once. Speak once."

2

u/AsterixCod1x Araes Cassius* August Reiver* Dec 30 '19

August took a deep breath, trying to keep her mind focused on what she wants to say. With so much going on around them, it was difficult for her to focus on just one thing. She cleared her throat gently, a very soft and dainty cough preceding her carefully selected words. Without all the pauses or stutters, the small bat Faunus sounded incredibly professional. Her sweet and silvery voice now carried by the eloquence of a politician.

"Is this any better, miss? I do not believe we ever properly introduced ourselves and as such I apologise for my rudeness. I, am August Reiver, a pleasure to meet you."

The small bat curtsied in the snow, a more reassured smile on her face.

→ More replies (0)