TRP is a post-Great War AU RWBY RP set in Mistral City and Haven Academy with no canons, no rank claims, no maidens, and no god interference. We offer a progression system and site-wide events that change the setting based on player actions.
Post by Arturian Cerule on Apr 12, 2020 22:17:03 GMT -5
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[attr="class","harum"]Arturian C.
”Raise your sword for those who cannot do so themselves.”
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The cacophonous sounds of the forest were the only things batting away the silence as both Arturian and Erytheia traveled through the dense woods. There was a decent distance between them, though only vertically. Despite the fact that Arturian was unsure of how to interact with the noble, he wouldn’t abandon her, nor would he risk losing her in these trees. He was still… in the process of learning how to use the ‘Scroll’ that the school had offered him, and he wasn’t confident that, should they be separated, he would be able to find her again with the resources at his disposal. Not to mention, with today being a Friday evening, they wouldn’t be expected back for some time. [break][break]
Ever since they’d departed on their journey to the small village of Shion, it’d been like this. Even when they’d first met - truly met, beyond brief introductions as Arturian had been introduced to all of Green Class - all they’d exchanged were a few words before setting off. Now, an hour in, Arturian was beginning to regret it. They still had some time to go before they reached the village and, even if Erytheia was a noble, someone that should’ve commanded his utmost reserve and poise, he couldn’t stand the silence that was taking hold of the trip. It wasn’t powerful enough to attract Grimm to the pair, he hoped, but the prospect of speaking to someone so higher than him the social class system that he so deeply wished to abide by in respect of nobility was enough to keep him quiet, thinking an attack by petty Grimm to be the better option.[break][break]
They were going off to kill Grimm, after all. What were a few more?[break][break]
Nearby, the bushes rustled loudly. In his panicked state, Arturian immediately reached for the handle of his blade, only to sigh as a small rabbit leapt from the foliage nearby. He watched with a small smile as it bounded by the two and disappeared on the other side of the stone-paved road. Shaking his head, he allowed himself a deep sigh, an attempt at clearing the air of the heavy atmosphere that surrounded the two, all of it likely Arturian’s fault in the first place.[break][break]
After another, though brief, moment of silence, Arturian spoke up, his voice slightly deep for his age, though not unnaturally so. “...I apologize for not making conversation.” He offered a quick glance to Erytheia, a small, apologetic smile on his face, “I can’t imagine I’ve been a particularly great travel partner. I know how this must sound, but…” He turned back towards the road, shame evident in his words as he said them, “To tell you the truth, I’m unsure of how to act. I wish to respect your...status, but I’ve had little opportunity in my life to learn what, exactly, that entails. Though,” he scratched at his neck, “I suppose choosing to do nothing at all is the worst choice I could have made. So please,” he glanced back towards her, “Forgive me.” For as much of a noble air as the man seemed to hold, there was a small break in it as he kicked awkwardly at a rock on the road, bringing it along with the two as they traveled. There was a small scraping sound every few moments as he kicked it.
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Weapon - E | Semblance - E| Durability - E| Martial Arts - F | Stamina - F |