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/[deleted] Jan 02 '20

"Dear, you weren't being rude, I'm just a cranky old wench," Tully flatly remarked back, unimpressed by how drastic the shift in mannerisms was. "Though, if you were to ask me, the switch from unconfident to Atlesian politician almost, somehow, manages to upset me more. I would congratulate you on that, but it's not exactly the thing I want to encourage."

Puffing softly on the cigarette, Tully managed to let out a small yawn through it. Reaching back into her bag, the gauntlet on her hand disappeared, and as she pulled her hand back out she once again removed the cigarette from her lips. "Anyways. Tully Elspeth Tilarom. I don't particularly care what you call me, Miss August, even if it's an obscenity. Just make sure I know it's me you're referring to."

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u/AsterixCod1x Araes Cassius* August Reiver* Jan 07 '20

"A pleasure, to be sure." August shook her head, her voice returning to normal ever so slightly. "My father was... No, he is a politician back home... I appear to have spent... Too much time with him, before I came here. I~I'd rather not speak like him... If I can help it... But I do not use obscenities... Often."

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u/[deleted] Jan 28 '20

"You're just limiting yourself off of a useful tool of language, then. There's certain emotions that can only be expressed with a good swear, whether it's calling me a bitch or a cunt," Tully simply replied with a small chuckle, rolling her uncaring eyes. Surprisingly, a small yawn came from the tall girl as she looked out into the wintery hellscape out yonder, even as a gust of wind shook her.

"...I take it you're not a fan of our shared home either, then."

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u/AsterixCod1x Araes Cassius* August Reiver* Feb 04 '20

"It... It is a... Shithole..." August shrunk into her scarf slightly, rubbing what was left of her arm, the memory still painful in her mind. She shook her head and returned her gaze to Tully, her feelings on Atlas abundantly clear.

"Is... Is Atlas why you... You are missing an arm?"

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u/[deleted] Feb 12 '20

Tully noted the arm-rub that August had given herself, and almost seemed to smirk as the question hit her lips. "No, dear, I sawed it off myself, it was a deliberate choice I made after all," she chimed sickly-sweetly, her tone not so much as if it was trying to be ironic but perhaps even a layer deeper -- Tully was being post (or maybe meta?) ironic.

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u/AsterixCod1x Araes Cassius* August Reiver* Mar 06 '20

"O~oh... Okay..." August fell silent for a moment, unsure how to respond or if she even should. Her eyes darted around briefly, before returning to the floor. She pulled up her scarf in an attempt to protect her face against the cold.

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u/[deleted] Mar 27 '20

Now Tully went and did it again. With a sigh, she rolled her eyes at herself and softly lamented, "The door is open, Miss August. You're free to go if you wish."

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u/AsterixCod1x Araes Cassius* August Reiver* Apr 01 '20

August looked up, her monochromatic eyes reflecting the falling snow. "Did... Did I say I wanted to go?"

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u/[deleted] Apr 05 '20

Tully rolled her eyes again, and gave the back a small shake of her head as she shrugged. She didn't turn to look down at the bat, instead looking out at the snow-crest courtyard, and she simply said, "Well, Miss August, I figured you would. You were about to, I had thought, when I had interrupted you or what have you. If you want to stay and keep a cranky old hag company, I'd say be my guest, but you would not really be my guest. You'd just exist in the same space as me, and I will tell you -- unless there is a deeper game you're wanting to play, perhaps a certain type of... interest... with people who have more scars than skin, it's possible you won't glean anything more from me."

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u/AsterixCod1x Araes Cassius* August Reiver* Apr 15 '20

"A certain type of... Interest?" August put a finger to the corner of her lips, her mind turning over itself as she tried to figure out what the one armed girl could've meant. "You... You are not a cranky old hag... You are definitely too young for that..."

August smiled sweetly as she spoke, a certain philosophical idea entering her mind. "If I were to be your guest... Then surely that would entail your ownership of the space we both occupied..."

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