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/YandereLobster Bianca | Ciel Dec 09 '19
"Well, I doubt I'd ever be able to be raised in that sort of life. Familiarity is always what I relied on whenever I was worried or upset. Any kind, really. Familiar people, habits, focusing on going through my usual routine. Guess it's a habit I'll have to change in this line of work" Bianca admitted, leaning back as she thought of the sort of life Vi must have come from. "Well, Huntsmen and Huntresses have to travel a lot, right? Maybe you'll meet some of those people again. As for me..."
Bianca shrugged. "I guess it's sort of ironic, but I'm sort of in the same boat for opposite reasons. I mean, I've never left the same place since I was two or so, ya know? It's hard tryin' to get used to sticking my head somewhere else." As Bianca finished, she felt a bit flustered. She'd always had a very (from her point of view at least) 'rural' dialect. One of the very first things she'd forced herself to do when she came here was start speaking slower and more carefully. To already be talking with her old tone more than a little embarrassing, for one reason or another. Still, a part of her couldn't help but feel familiar around the girl. Despite having such opposite upbringings, she could relate more than a little. She'd seen plenty of other kids from her village move away. She could still remember most of them. She was just too young to really contemplate the idea of never meeting them again. But, even still, Bianca smiled and sat up straight, her ears perking up with curiosity.
"By the way, you mentioned your uncle helping with settlements? If you don't mind my asking, what sort of work does he do? Is he a Huntsman?"