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 Primrose Pashmina on Nov 11, 2019 0:51:35 GMT -5
Now, getting to Mistral, that'd been the easy part...Sort of. The nice thing about the airship travel had been there'd been nothing more to it than getting on, getting off, and reading along the way. Of course, the reading part hadn't been particularly easy, either...
Maybe of none of this had been easy, now that Primrose was thinking about it. But nothing worth doing was easy, was it? That'd been one of her Father's favorite sayings back home, and it seemed like it would apply here. Besides, getting to Haven certainly couldn't be any harder than the actual training she'd done to prepare for enrolling!
Among other things, before arriving in Mistral, Primrose had managed to procure a map that would (hopefully) lead her towards Haven. That had been all well and good before she'd actually opened the map. In the mountains, they'd had little use for such items, relying on landmarks to traverse the treacherous terrain surrounding them, and the times she'd been outside Citrine had always been at a distance with someone who reliably knew the way home, or when she was close enough to make finding her way home not an issue. Therefore, unraveling the paper and seeing the strange cross in the corner with the unhelpful "N", "E", "S" and "W" labels and the many unfamiliar streets of Haven listed out among them...Primrose found the map much less useful than she'd initially expected it to be, and quickly discarded in the nearest trash bin.
Which brought her to now. Her circumstances weren't dire, at least not yet- If her calculations were right, (which anyone else would've made clear weren't good odds, actually) she'd have enough Lien to last her another day or two before she'd be pretty much broke. Still, it was best to be frugal, and not knowing when she'd have the chance to raise more for herself, Primrose didn't want to make waste of her hard-earned cash. So, the sooner she found herself at Haven proper, the better.
When aimless wandering failed, asking for help was probably the best bet.
Following a short while of looking about for anyone who seemed like a reliable source of information, the young Faunus took notice of a man carrying about a sketchbook. Well, if he was a wandering artist, he'd likely know the area well, wouldn't he? It seemed reasonable to think so! After a moment of hesitation, Primrose settled on it that it'd likely be the best course of action in her predicament. The worst he could say was "No", anyways.
"Excuse me, Sir-" Despite doing her best to speak up, her voice was still quiet. Starting conversations had never been the girl's forte. "-Is there any chance you could help me find the way to Haven Academy? I'm afraid to say that I'm quite lost myself..."
Post by Arrats Calanthe on Nov 11, 2019 7:19:45 GMT -5
A meeting, Roses, Leading the blind.
He wasn’t lost. He wasn’t, he was quite sure of it. It was an area he’d gone to yes and he knew the streets but the way back. The way back was really confounding him, even the local ways to head back seemed to make little sense. He had his sketchbook and kept it with a local map. So sooner or later he’d find a way back he was confident in it. For now though, he’d keep wandering and sketching if possible. It was of course very likely he’d find his way back but even if he didn't...well. He had lien on him and that’d keep him alive for a while at least. Perhaps he’d run into other students around. As he wandered he couldn’t help but wonder what exactly he’d run into out here. New students, new teachers. More people, interesting people. More to sketch! It was a cornucopia of people to give him new ideas and new sketches to make. Designs especially with buildings were very interesting and he hoped to capture more of it by day’s end. As he walked, he noticed a small voice, quite quiet from behind him. He turned to see someone around his own age asking about how to get back to haven academy. It was an interesting thing to hear especially from someone around his age. With a little surprise colouring his voice he spoke with a slight nervous stutter, indicative of how he felt at the time. “Oh ah, hello there. Well umm I am a student there myself and know of the way back but I do appear myself slightly confounded by this map. “ He pulls out his sketchbook and looked at his map. Then showed it to this new companion of his. It appeared somewhat crude but it worked well enough with streets and landmarks. “Here, you see? We are at Lance street and if going this way...we’ll I believe get to this street.” He tapped his hands along the piece of paper to indicate where the both of them were. Though he realised a quite idiotic blunder of his, which caused him to groan and hit his head. “Oh pardon I didn’t quite catch your name, would you care to share? My name is Arrats Calanthe but I recognise it’s quite a mouthful. Feel free to call me Arrats. “ He extended his left hand in greeting a warm smile on his face. He was happy to have someone else to talk to, especially in this part of town. It was mostly a place full of people who wouldn’t dare interact with him which while appreciated in some circumstances was certainly a downside now. He was getting quite lonely and missed the company of others. So it was certainly an upside that whoever this person was be they student or perhaps a visitor of some sort was gracing him with the happiness that was dialogue.
Post by Primrose Pashmina on Nov 11, 2019 16:54:35 GMT -5
"The map...? Oh, yes, I understand. Mine wasn't helpful at all." Hearing of the other student's difficulties with his, Primrose nodded in understanding. Why must they be so complicated! She glanced over the one the young man had produced, and tilted her head- Both in curiosity and confusion, as she honestly still wasn't sure how to make sense of it. Before she might've said so, however, the gentleman let out a groan, and set to introducing himself. Seeing his hand extended, Primrose shook it, before dipping her head a bit in respectful greeting to the other student.
"It's nice to meet you, Arrats Calanthe. My name is Primrose Pashmina, but some people call me Prim, if you'd rather use that instead." She couldn't quite manage a smile, but she did her best to make her introduction sound enthusiastic. Everyone back home knew what she was like, how to interact with her, but Mistral would be like a whole new world, so it was important to make the best first impression she could manage! After offering her name, the Sheep faunus curiously glanced back at the map Arrats had taken out. He'd said they were on...lance street? And if they went further along, they'd get to...
After contemplatively staring at the map a while longer, Primrose shook her head. It didn't show much on her face, but the map just didn't make any sense to her. "I've never really needed to read maps before...I knew where everything was by memory back home, so I didn't have a use for them, and no one taught me how before I left..." There was no point in hiding it, and she had no intention of making a habit of lying now that she was far from home. The girl had always prided herself on being honest, and there was no use in pretending that she could be of more help in making heads or tails of their situation.
Post by Arrats Calanthe on Nov 13, 2019 18:49:08 GMT -5
“I’d be happy to call you whatever you’d like! so Prim is fine by me.” Arrats was happy he received a handshake and a greeting, though the maps are slightly confusing two heads wrapping themselves around a problem are better than one person simply clawing away at something without merit. He looked over that map again. Yes he was quite sure of it, he was on Lance street. Though how he’d gotten to such a street without even looking it over was a mystery to him. This woman- Primrose rather seemed just as lost as he was and he was happy for that. It means he wasn’t an outlier and that gave him a small boost of self satisfaction. Whatever way he’d come from though he hadn’t the faintest idea how to get back. His walking here was simply a coincidence of fate really though meeting another student was pleasant enough he’d need a way to get back.
Looking around he noted that Primrose also had almost no idea what the map said, which was both heartening to know that he wasn’t the only one and dissatisfied that she couldn’t figure anything out. He sighed a little disappointed at his own inability to learn from the map and took a few seconds of silence. Tapping his foot on the ground and his hand on his chin he attempted to force an epiphany into himself. Unfortunately nothing came and he couldn’t think of anything. Until he realised that he was thinking on the basest of planes. His father would’ve made a joke about having more eyes but he was simply a little past that kind of humour. So instead. He clapped his hands together in realisation. If he kept walking he’d have to reach something eventually yes, that was it. He’d endeavour to lead Primrose back with him. That way the both of them would get back in time. “Right then! If we head in this direction we should hopefully reach the school, follow me Prim!” (335/ 849)
Post by Primrose Pashmina on Nov 15, 2019 1:18:13 GMT -5
The faunus took a few minutes more to watch the young man, tilting her head as he seemed to ponder what to do in their situation. Given their inexperience with the location and her inability to use maps, she would have to admit...They were definitely in something of a pickle. At least if night fell, she wouldn't be overly hindered in making her way through the city, and would be able to guide the both of them...But ideally, they'd be able to arrive at the academy before that became necessary. It was frustrating, her inability to be of help or use in this situation, but there wasn't much to be done about it. While it was certainly possible they might find their way towards Haven, she would be able to do so only through random chance and the probability of happening to find the right way there, not through her navigational ability.
Primrose's attention was pulled back to Arrats as the young man clapped his hands. He seemed more confident and enthusiastic about where they were headed now, so the girl assumed he'd properly figured out how to find the academy. She gave an obedient and cheerful (it wasn't obvious that it was cheerful, but it was!) nod and stepped beside him, a bit more of a pep in her step with the thought that she now had a guide.
"Lead the way, Arrats." She answered back casually, plenty certain her new friend knew whereabouts they were headed. After all, he wouldn't have taken the lead if they didn't know where to go, would have he? Certainly not.
Post by Arrats Calanthe on Nov 15, 2019 6:40:12 GMT -5
He took the lead and he most certainly regretted it. As he walked the confidence in his steps ebbed as the jungle corridors led him in ways even he didn’t expect. Lance Street turned to Castle Street, Castle to Iron and back around again. It was maddening and he felt almost subjected to a maddening maze of iron and concrete. It was as if the city was a living organism and had suddenly turned its baleful gaze onto the poor duo that traipsed unknowingly into the bowels of madness which it had conjured up. It was certainly a hostile place and once or twice he thought the very streets themselves were attempting to end the woeful travel themselves. It was annoyingly simple it seemed to reach this area of the city but a terrible trip back. How very paradoxical. To be so simple to reach yet so hard to disentangle from this mess of complicated streets which the locals seemed to navigate so easily. Stopping his walking in a small corner he sighed. “I thought I knew where I was going Prim, but I really have no idea what way there is to escape this criss-cross of streets and Back doors. It’s a veritable urbanised swamp of little dwellings. “ He was defeated, utterly. Even after only minutes of walking he was sure he’d find the way he came in and trace his steps but he’d had no luck. With a dramatic hand movement he rubbed his closed eyelids in frustration. Even in the best of circumstances when things didn’t break his way he could get sad or frustrated quite quickly. You might consider it dramatic and you’d certainly be right he could be very dramatic at times. Especially now. Locating a crate to perch on he hopped onto it with a slightly resigned smile. “Well, considering we may be stuck here until I see my way out why don’t you join me on this crate. I don’t see many new students, so it’s a pleasure to meet ones as green as myself. I only just got here a month or so ago. “ (352/1115)
Post by Primrose Pashmina on Nov 16, 2019 4:59:47 GMT -5
WHEN A COOL DROP OF WATER'S ALL I NEED GOTTA CLEAR MY HEAD OF ANGER & GREED,
A PLACE TO REFRESH HEART & MIND CAN I FIND SOME TIME IN RIVERS IN A DRY LAND
❀
If Arrats hadn't announced his inability to properly guide them through Mistral's street, Primrose honestly wouldn't have been able to notice. The unfamiliarity of the environment made the buildings seem to blend together in her mind, and even as they passed the same place more than once, it didn't become apparent to her until it was pointed out. Oh, well. Primrose was the mountaineer between them, so if anything, figuring out the way up to Haven should be her responsibility...Even if Arrats had been at Haven a while, and should theoretically know the way. It was okay. She didn't mind.
Despite his admission, the faunus felt half of his words go over her head, and it didn't dawn on her that her new friend was giving up now. She wasn't really sure what sitting down on a box had to do with finding their way up to Haven...But he'd seemed so confident before, she was certain now that it was just a different technique for getting them where they needed to be. Giving an compliant nod, Primrose happily took a seat besides the young man. "I...am green...?" She questioned back with uncertainty, wondering what in the world Arrats could've been referring to. Her clothing came in pale, warm colors that largely matched her and her Mother's hair and eyes, and from all that she could see, Arrats' own spectrum was comprised of mostly blues, white and blacks- Cool colors, generally, but not green. Was he perhaps unable to tell? Was he one of those individuals incapable of seeing colors, or having some that looked the same? What a sad existence it must be- Especially as an artist! A visionary who could not see the colors that made up his work. How pitiful!
Of course, Prim didn't say any of that, but she did think it. Shaking her head to move on from the sad topic, though, the faunus thought it'd be better to continue on the subject of being 'new'. "I do I am a bit late in my arrival." She explained, feeling a bit sheepish to admit it. It wasn't for lack of trying, but she'd heard of Haven's search for new students some time before. "I come from the mountains, in Vacuo, so money has not been easy to get a hold of. It would have taken longer to travel on foot, but getting the lien to come by airship was a challenge. But, I am here now, so I will go to Haven, and become a Huntress who never worries for money again! At least, that is my plan."
Post by Arrats Calanthe on Nov 16, 2019 23:08:07 GMT -5
Oh no I meant something different. “ Arrats lifted his hands up to point towards the horizon. He would surely convince his companion of what he meant. Though really he knew his own way of speaking was antiquated but he wasn’t going to give it up for anything. It was something his mother had happily practiced and it was one of the only things he had of her. Now, he had to tell Primrose what exactly he meant. “See you and I are both rookies within this virtuous order and the phrase green is commonly used to denote one of new status within an organisation. Hence my use of it. Though given your lack of knowledge perhaps my antiquated way of speech made you more confused and if that is the case I do apologise it wasn’t my intention at all. “
As soon as Primrose mentioned Vacuo he smiled. “A coincidence then! I was born in Vacuo too, though I came here to seek employment as a hunter after my combat school training was well and truly done. “ He happily clapped his hands together again, a grin found its way back onto his face. “It was a gruelling and exhausting trip but I’m quite excited that fellow Vacuan’s came here. Without them I’m sure the more noble crowd would quite put me down with their air of nobility. Still, the Bourgeois are of less concern now. Though, now you mention green on you. “ Arrats had an idea. Pulling out his sketchbook he lifted it to Primrose. “Stay still for a second I’ll be able to draw up a preliminary sketch easily enough! I think green would actually work well on you. Though I dare say I’d look like a loon with it.” His notebook was expertly kept. Emblazoned on the front of the leather bound book was a small sigil etched into its face. It looked old but well kept. The pages inside were clean with the exception of the first twenty or so pages which were filled with thousands upon thousands of small but expertly detailed sketches. All of them on people or machinery, Weaponry or even bits of furniture. A veritable menagerie of sketches all proudly displayed like treasured sons and daughters. He didn’t speak much while the pencil he carried flew across the page. He was intently focused on creating an image. The sound of a pencil normally quiet began to increase in volume as more and more layers of rough sketch began to bleed together to create an image. It took a few more minutes but after a brief break to stretch his now taxed hand Arrats revealed an image of Primrose that while rough reveal a surprising accuracy. “There we are! What do you think?” (445/1640)
Post by Primrose Pashmina on Nov 27, 2019 0:47:03 GMT -5
WHEN A COOL DROP OF WATER'S ALL I NEED GOTTA CLEAR MY HEAD OF ANGER & GREED,
A PLACE TO REFRESH HEART & MIND CAN I FIND SOME TIME IN RIVERS IN A DRY LAND
❀
His explanation made more sense...Sort of. Primrose wasn't sure she understood why the term for someone new would be 'green', but Arrats admitted his way of speaking was...Antiquated? She'd have just called it weird, but sure, 'antiquated'. She didn't know what that word was, but it was probably true.
"There is no need to apologize, but many of the words you use are...Confusing." She admitted. "There were no schools near my home, and it is unlikely I could have attended even if there were. Our village did not have much money to spare, and it likely wouldn't be helpful for us." The faunus paused, before correcting herself. "At least, the learning part of a school. Knowing how to fight is helpful, but my Mother was a soldier, so she taught me to fight herself."
Prim nodded, feeling pleased to know the other young man came from Vacuo himself. "Being noble doesn't feed you or keep you warm at night. If we are surviving and getting by, that should be enough. It is enough for me." His mention of green got her attention, and she tilted her head, blinking with curiosity. Then, with his request that she stay still, the girl suppressed her urge to nod and held herself as still as she could. That wasn't hard at all- Though her workaholic tendencies inclined Primrose towards staying active, hating to waste time, holding still and keeping calm was it's own sort of skill, and one she'd worked hard to develop. Staying in control was easier by training her patience and willpower, and self-control was a vital ability if one wanted to stay alive- At least, her Mother had told her that, and in Prim's experience, it did seem to be true.
After a few minutes of sketching, Arrats stopped and let her take a look at what he'd drawn. To Prim, it was extremely impressive- They didn't have much paper in Citrine, and didn't use it for drawing. All the village's art was done on stones, rock walls or clay tablets, and normally painted or drawn with chalk- What the young man had done here was much more refined, capturing an image far more detailed than the paint and pigment powder her people used back home could've managed. Less colorful, but certainly more fine and technically challenging. "It's amazing..." She murmured, spellbound by the art. "Can you do more? Have you done more?"
Post by Arrats Calanthe on Nov 29, 2019 2:42:05 GMT -5
“My words are confusing? Interesting. I speak like my mother did I suppose, she was always a fan of the old and confusing especially in her wordplay. “ A grin formed on Arrats’s face as moved his hands around along with his words. He didn’t know why he moved his hands like he did but it wasn’t something he did consciously. Something he did like that was something he did to help illustrate points. It was useful when he actually had something to illustrate but right at that moment he was simply moving his hands around in a rather dramatically odd fashion. “Oh you didn’t go to school? I myself was mostly self taught about how to act and speak. In some ways my mannerisms were learnt and then practiced until they became my mannerisms. I am to some degree a verbal parasite if you follow me. “ Arrats wasn’t even sure if he was following himself. Primrose’s comment on the satisfaction she had at simply surviving made Arrats grin as he kept sketching. It was indeed enough wasn’t it. His father had always spoke of his nobility, his pride as an artist. Feh to that Arrats had said. Nobility would mean nothing under the hail of gunfire or the clash of swords. The claws of Grimm would not care who or what they killed, only that they did. It was something he respected about them more than he respected humans. They did not care for rank or wealth. All were equal in their beastly grasp. As much as he detested the creatures and wished nothing more than the harshest deaths upon them he had to admit. His most hated enemies were very good at what they did and equal about it.
He was happy Primrose stood so still, it was good to have someone so cooperative to his desires to sketch. So quiet and calm. In fact he gave her a thumbs up to signal his gratitude. Once he’d finished up and Primrose had asked him if he’d ever done any other work Arrats beamed like a child given his first and only desire. To share. “But of course my dearest friend. Here.” Opening the old leather bound sketchbook he began to flip through pages and pages of people and machinery. He’d sketched thousands upon thousands of creatures and things over the years. As he went through his sketches began to look a little more rough until he came to a page at the front of the book. The first page. A sketch sat alone on a page when usually thousands of others would be there too. It was of a woman looking forward. Her features were gentle and calm with a warm sort of grace about them. However it seemed like the sketch itself was slightly half finished. Like someone had forgotten what the person looked like half way through. Her lower features were covered with a dress but perhaps the author of this sketch had forgotten about that too. What was most interesting was the face of the woman. She looked wistfully sorrowful with a small sad smile on her lips even as the rest of her facial features were calm and perhaps slightly muddied by the loss of memory. The sketch had evidently meant a lot, as it was the only one on the page and it had been looked after with care as even though it was evidently old the page itself looked very fresh. What, or who was this woman? (585/ 2,225)