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.
The exhibition tournament had begun. The rules for this tournament itself were simple, the fight went on until one of the two entrants was either knocked off of the arena, their aura was fully depleted, or conceded the match. If both participants are knocked off of the arena at the same time, then the first one to get their entire body back on the arena itself is declared the winner. If two people’s aura dropped at the same time, the match is considered a draw and a rematch is scheduled at the next available open timeslot to declare a definitive winner. Draws were so rare as to be a nonissue in the past, but there was a rule for one nevertheless.
The fighting area itself is white concrete measuring approximately fifty meters by fifty meters raised about five feet in the air. The concrete itself is scuffed and shows signs of use, because it was on this area that all classes that used it in the past. The damage dealt in previous years was repaired, sure, but signs of that repair still remained. This was one of the bigger training facilities with some more equipment nearby, and that equipment was put to good use. There was a scoreboard that was lit up with the names of the contestants as well as their faces gracing the board. Contestants started between twenty and twenty-five meters away from each other, with a five meter by five meter block where each contestant could choose to make their starting position.
The semifinals matchup for Class Green was between Erytheia Hellebore and Rosalia Phoenix. Both blondes had handily dispatched their previous opponents in a devastating fashion. They weren’t forced to dig very deeply just yet, so the skill level of each party was masked to a large degree because of how new Rosalia was to Haven. Neither of them knew the other very well, but each of them had electricity themed semblances that were both in the top tier in terms of growth potential.
This was the second semifinal to be fought for Class Green today. Colton had prevailed over Argent in a match that was on the longer end, with Argent using his speed and ability to deflect most of the power of Polarity with his own semblance to extend the fight by staying out of melee range and turning it into a ranged battle until he got too tired to continue his defense and got overran. This meant that the winner of this match would go on to face Colton Deraine in the Class Green final.
On the other end of the bracket, it would be public knowledge that the finals for Class Red were to be fought between Aegle Verdant and Qiu’li. The winner of the Class Green final would face off against one of those two trainees in the Grand Final to determine who got the celebrity treatment at the Vytal Festival and got to participate in the exhibition round there. That wasn’t all, though, because the winner of the Grand Final would also win the first class competition for their team and would ensure favorable mornings for months to come.
Homeroom became a mandatory part of the day starting at eight o’clock in the morning for everyone involved, and it was a decent half mile distance away from the dorms itself. The winning class of this competition will have their homeroom located as near to the dorms as possible with catering staff to serve breakfast until the next clash between classes. The losing class, however, will be exiled to Training Area Four roughly two miles from the dormitory and will have no catering – being forced to pack their own breakfast or wake up super early in order to eat before heading out. Since winter was fast approaching, this was not an ideal situation for anyone involved and harshly punished the losing team by forcing them to wake up earlier and make the trek in the snow every single weekday morning for an indeterminate amount of time.
Naturally, the stakes were high enough that nobody in the right mind wanted to lose. An extra half hour of sleep every weekday morning added up to two and a half hours of sleep a week – or ten hours of sleep a month. That’s a lot of sleep potentially lost due to the commute over, which could have adverse effects in all of the losing class’s performance in school as a whole. That was a distant away concern at this point, however, as the contestants were setting themselves up on the arena itself and waiting for the timer to tick down to zero. Currently it was at around fifteen seconds remaining, allowing for last-minute adjustments on either side to get that little edge they might need before the conflict began.
Post by Rose Phoenix on Oct 30, 2019 12:51:34 GMT -5
❝I Was Lightning,
Before The Thunder❞
440 w./ 440 w. total
d strength| e stamina| f Acrobatics| f Dust
d semblance| F weapon| f martial arts
This tournament was going smoothly, she supposed. Everything was happening simultaneously, so there was no room to study the other fights. Though to someone like Colt, she was most likely behaving foolishly. There were tapes to study and records to read up on but she chose to instead focus on her training. She learned control over herself, opting to swing her sword with more purpose than just strike like a barbarian...even if she was one.
When she was called for her second match in the tourney, Rose felt her heart pump a bit more. The first match was a bit of a disaster that didn't give her a challenge with Holly and had actually dampened her mood slightly. Her aura hadn't even been touched and it was taking some serious effort to fix the rift that she opened with the pink haired girl. Hopefully this next fight was more balanced.
Rosalia entered the arena and ascended the stairs, hopping up each step with one foot while she whistled a light tune. Rebellion was slung over her shoulder, grasped lightly by her enclosed fist. Most would call her choice of outfit suspect at best, but Rose hated to feel stifled. The school uniform was stiff to her and she detested wearing it during the midterms, so she chose to enter the arena with torn khaki shorts and a black tank top that was ripped at the midsection. Her boots were ridged and steel toed to give her a firm grip in the off chance that Rose needed to brake fast with speed or deliver a swift kick.
Erytheia Hellebore. Rose knew next to nothing about the girl, aside from what she looked like. Sure there were class introductions and what not, but just how skilled was she? Rose planned to find out. She was looking forward to a proper fight and the wide, wicked grin was an indication of how pumped up she felt. The blonde would study Erytheia before the start of the match, bringing her weapon to bare in a stance that would allow defense first and foremost. The blade crossed in front of her, one hand on the hilt and the other's palm pressed on the tip of the pommel.
"Hey! Gimme everything you got, Cream Puff! I actually want to take some shit from this class, you dig? Don't start small at all, either. Go full out and show me why Haven took you in!"
Her hair stood on ends as the timer ticked down. Crimson lightning threatened to spark around her form and the grin widened all across her face to raise her white cheeks as her body shook with adrenaline.
Post by Erytheia Hellebore on Nov 3, 2019 12:09:01 GMT -5
The noble warrior stood, and the people looked to her.
For she was a beacon - hope given form, yet still only human. Within that truth there was great promise. If one could stand against the night, then so too could anyone - everyone.
In her hand the warrior held a Rose. And her aura burned bright.
❝
Rosalia Phoenix.
Erytheia had read up on the other girl, but that didn't mean much when there wasn't really all that much to read up on. She was strong, and had a Semblance that enhanced her ability to take a hit and her speed. Her style of combat was heavily focused on rushing down an opponent and using her immense physical ability to simply hammer them into submission - or at least, that was what the Hellebore heiress had gotten from watching the combat footage of her from the midterms. In essence, Phoenix was a better, stronger, and more effective version of the Sanctum graduate's last opponent, Vas, and one that Erytheia technically wouldn't be able to defeat on paper.
But thinking like that would never get anywhere, would it?
Erytheia exhaled a quiet breath, and with it her hesitation and the thoughts that plagued her. The first step to victory was the willingness to consider it - no, to believe in it. Regardless of logic, or gut feeling, or whatever else one might feel, if the drive to grasp at victory wasn't there, if one did nothing but give into despair, then there was no chance - and no hope at ever achieving it. She'd already come up with a rudimentary plan when the possibility of fighting the other blonde had come up, but there was only one way to see if they would hold up against reality - whether she had overestimated Phoenix as she had Deraine, or whether the conclusions she had drawn were as close to reality as they were in her head.
"Well then," she said, voice as calm as ever, an expression of focus on her face as she raised her combined swordstaff, the front and smaller half held at eye level, while the back, and correspondingly larger blade, was kept behind and above her head, an offensive stance that traded leaving her sides wide open for the power to bring Irkalla smashing down into her opponent - so long as she came from the front.
Of course, this was deliberate - a gamble that would result in the ability to swing the battle into her favor, should it pay off. While her flanks were exposed from her weapon, and both her hands were tied up wielding the massive weapon above her head, Airtafae was no longer constrained to only be emitted from her hands. By offering up an easy target for Phoenix to strike at, she could seize an opportunity to pour as much lightning into the other girl as possible, instead of having that prodigious strength battering down her defenses to the point where she would be unable to fight back. Phoenix, too, had no ranged attacks that she knew of, relying on her speed to close distance and bring her opponents into melee - therefore, an attack from the flank, faster than Erytheia could react with the seemingly unwieldy blade, would allow that red and silver sword into her guard and follow that up into what would be an easy win.
That was the image which she hoped to present, anyway. The bait had been put out - the question was if it would be taken. Starting forward, the Hellebore heiress advanced slowly, angling to her right - Phoenix's left. The other girl didn't seem to be ambidextrous, and seemed to lead with her right - therefore, moving to the left would make it easier to avoid those blows, unless she turned in kind to follow Erytheia's slight strafing. The distance between them favored her, but it was an advantage she was giving up for the sake for her gamble - she hoped it worked.
"Do excuse me if I fail to live up to such lofty standards, Miss Phoenix. But rest assured that I, indeed, will be attempting to show as much. Shall we?"
AIRTAFAE (SEMBLANCE): [RANK E]
PRAETORIAN ET ROSA: RADIX GLORIA (DURABILITY) [RANK E] PRAETORIAN ET ROSA: ARBOR IMPERIUM (STRENGTH) [RANK F] PRAETORIAN ET ROSA: RAMIS MILIA (MARTIAL ARTS) [RANK F] PRAETORIAN ET ROSA: LAMINAE CHORUS (AGILITY) [RANK F] PRAETORIAN ET ROSA: VIRGA AUGMEN (SPEED) [RANK F] IRKALLA ARALI (WEAPON): [RANK F]
Post by Rose Phoenix on Nov 14, 2019 18:46:10 GMT -5
❝I Was Lightning,
Before The Thunder❞
310 w./ 750 w. total
d strength| e stamina| f Acrobatics| f Dust
d semblance| F weapon| f martial arts
So that was the kind of weapon that she used, eh? A sword staff that held different degrees of balance could prove to be difficult to deal with, so Rose simply held her ground. Training with Colt gave her a stronger sense of patience and control over her power, so she wasn't too keen on diving in without a plan.
The girl took an interesting stance...one that Rose couldn't identify. It seemed offensive in nature, which suited the slow arc toward her left. So she was advancing slowly to Rose's blind side, which would normally unnerve her that someone would be stalking like that.
Erytheia wasn't as strong as Rose and she wasn't as fast as her, so that left intelligence. The blonde girl was trying to be clever and most likely had a trap in the waits most likely tied to her semblance. Maybe Rose should have done her research, but there was nothing she could do about it. So, Erytheia wanted her to come at her eh? Then she would deliver.
"Lofty standards? Hell, my standards have sunk so damn low that you could step over them! But oh do please give me a show! It's been years since I've had a good fight! But since you seem like someone interesting, how about I show you something cool?"
Gripping her sword tight, she clicked the activator and the hilt opened up. Lightning and fire blazed from the hilt in a glorious spectacle! Rose grinned wide as she lifted the sword up high and brought it down hard with her immense strength. The blade hit the arena floor with a loud clank and the beam of dust shot forth straight at Erytheia.
If the girl would avoid this attack, then Rose would rush in to close the gap straight in the direction of her opponent with a one handed swing to her right side.