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 10, 2020 1:12:49 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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Arturian shifted the comfortable weight of his longsword in his hands, eyeing the girl across from him in the school’s small arena. He’d seen her before in the few homeroom classes he’d been able to attend in the week and a half that he’d been at Haven, so he assumed that she was also a part of the Green class. Imagine his surprise, then, when, while he’d been running the school’s indoor track, the girl, Rose, if he remembered correctly, had approached him in, what seemed to be, anger and demanded a fight from him. If she’d given him a reason, he’d been too surprised to hear it.[break][break]
The strict moral code that Arturian had come to develop during his time in Signal had practically mandated that he had to agree to the challenge, no matter how badly he’d wanted to remain in the background of things while he acclimated to Haven life. He’d been near the top of his class, both martially and academically, back at Signal, but that was an incredibly small school. There was no way to tell where he ranked on the food chain here. ’No matter. This fight’ll likely give me a decent idea.’[break][break]
He shifted his weight on his feet, the plate armor he only ever wore when he knew he was about to enter combat making a slight clinking sound as he did so, and inspected the girl that stood around fifteen feet away from him. Unlike Aturian, she wore little to no armor, though the sword she wielded was similar in size and length to his, though his was slightly smaller. A small smile adorned his features. ’It’s been too long since I’ve been able to engage in actual swordplay.’[break][break]
The girl seemed either overtly serious, excited, or some form of angry. No matter how much he scoured his mind for a reason for her to challenge him out of the blue, the only one that he could arrive to was that he was… ‘fresh meat,’ as they say. Arturian understood. He’d seen similar hazing rituals happen at Signal after all, though they usually garnered more of an audience. What he hadn’t missed, however, were the pained and apologetic glances he got from the few others that were in the training room at the time. He could only assume that the girl had a decent reputation. He narrowed his eyes. He’d have to give it his all.[break][break]
Arturian nodded to himself, finally deciding that he was prepared. His tone even, Arturian called out across the arena to Rose, “Ready.” As soon as the word left his lips, he quickly shifted into a defensive position, his feet spreading evenly apart and the point of his sword lowering to point slightly towards Rose. Apparently, he’d be playing the reactionary role, for the moment. He watched her closely as he moved. He’d learned, in past spars, that the less armored an opponent was, the more confident they were in one of four things: their swordplay, their Aura, their agility, or their semblance. Until he watched her move, Arturian had no way of telling, and he wasn’t about to rush into something that might be certain defeat. Not when there wasn’t anything on the line for it, anyway.
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Weapon - E | Semblance - E| Durability - E| Martial Arts - F | Stamina - F |
Post by Rose Phoenix on Apr 12, 2020 12:52:35 GMT -5
❝I Was Lightning,
Before The Thunder❞
490 w./ 490 w. total
d strength| e stamina| e Acrobatics| f Dust
d semblance| F weapon| f martial arts
Rose kept her gaze squared on the other blonde directly across from the arena, glaring at him like a predator studying her prey. The girl spent her preliminary moments to stretch out her muscles, reaching her arms up high to the sky and bending over to work on her exposed legs. Most of her clothes were torn up with holes pockmarking all over. Only the faded red leather jacket was in decent condition, proudly displaying an embezzled phoenix on the back. She reached behind her and undid the sheath of her blade, grasping the sword by the hilt and lifting it up high above her head in one hand. It slowly dropped in a downward arc until it rested squarely upon Arturian's direction and finally Rose cracked a menacing grin.
The guy's outfit was ridiculous to her. Unwieldy and without purpose, considering that aura existed. Who wore armor in this day and age anyway? It was the way he moved, how he acted, and how he talked...it all culminated into pissing Rose off! It wasn't a challenge that she was issuing, but a beat down. She didn't care how anyone took it or how they saw this playing out. She was going to fuck his shit up plain and simple.
Honor and all of that knightly garbage frustrated the hell out of her and idealism made her nauseated. He accepted to meet her most likely because it was his honor put on the line. Whatever made him sleep at night. But there would be no weak links in her class, so if Rose was to get along with this newcomer then she needed to see if he was worth more than shit.
Emerald eyes narrowed in focus as her grin grew into a wide and sadistic toothy smile. Her nostrils flared and her entire demeanor took on a tone of utter hatred and fury...the blood knight in her awakening. The air lit afire with bright red neon lightning that cackled around Rose, licking at her form affectionately as her body trembled with wild anticipation.
"Oh ho a defensive stance! How absoLUTELY adorable! Yeah well...block this, Pretty Boy!"
Her hair stood up on end from the shocks around her and Rose clicked the activator directly below the cross guard of the sword. Immediately the blade ignited with a blazing flame that lit up the vicinity around the girl. Faint yellow lightning swirled around it in a loving embrace and Rose dashed forward toward her opponent.
Once she would be within a five meter range, she would swipe the air in front of her to send the dust out into a projected blade beam directly at Arturian. If he is able to block the blow, then the girl would also follow up behind the beam attack, raising her sword up and bringing it down with one hand while keeping the other free to reel back and punch Arturian square in the face.
Post by Arturian Cerule on Apr 12, 2020 23:04:04 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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As the air around Rose began to literally smell of burnt ozone, Arturian’s eyes slightly widened. He could see the sheer power of the opponent he was up against and, in all honesty, it was unlike anything he’d ever faced before. Even back at Signal, he’d been near the top of his class. It was a small school on a small island, though. He’d known there were bigger fish to fry, of course, but, as Rose’s electrified form ran at him, he suddenly realized that he hadn’t understood how big the fish could really get.[break][break]
’And she’s only a first year.’ [break][break]
Arturian braced himself at the girl’s quick, almost ridiculously so, approach. He wagered that she was much faster than he was, but it wouldn’t matter much if he got hit with whatever hard-hitting attack she was about to unleash. Her sword had gone ablaze with fire, and it didn’t take a genius to realize what was coming next. Unfortunately for Arturian, he wasn’t capable of blocking a literal wave of fire, and his dodging capability left much to be desired. That didn’t mean he was just going to stand there and take it, though.[break][break]
When Rose reached about a five meter distance from Arturian, she’d done just as he’d thought she would and sent a arc of flames directly towards him. Leaping as best he could to his right, he pivoted on his heel as the arc flew past him, a small portion of it grazing his armor. His cerulean Aura flaring to try and mitigate the heat-damage he’d receive even through his armor. Turning as quickly towards Rose as he could, he brought his similarly sized blade upwards in an attempt to defend from the swing, one on his hands on the handle and his other holding the blade on the opposite end of the sword. Catching Rose’s blade and causing them to form a ‘t’ shape, Arutrian’s poor footing - that of which had been unbalanced by his dodge - caused him to fall to one knee from the force of the blow, the ground underneath is feet and knee cracking from the sheer strength behind it. His aura flared to keep his arms from crumbling.[break][break]
As Arturian struggled under the weight that was being forced upon him, he caught the sight of Rose’s fist rocketing towards him from the corner of his eye. Taking the opportunity of one of Rose's hands being away from her sword, Arturian slid his towards the left quickly, hoping to wrench her blade to the side and out of his way as he made to stand. As he did so, the fist crashed against his left as he turned, so that it would slide off and not snap his neck. His Aura flaring wildly as the fist connected, taking a good portion away with the punch alone. Arturian couldn’t help but to reel a bit as pain flooded his system, a pain he hadn’t felt for some time. Still, he didn’t pause in his movement, continuing to stand and pulling his blade from the lock as he sent the pommel rocketing towards Rose’s face with all of his might.[break][break]
Whether the blow landed or now, Arturian would then do his best to slip away from Rose’s immediate vicinity, retreating about two meters towards the center of the ring. Remaining in his defensive stance, he called out to her, “I may not be able to block everything you have, but, I’ve found, it is important to know your opponent’s capabilities. Or at least, it’s a better option to charge headlong into battle, unknowing of what awaits you.” He smirked, though it wasn’t in a condescending, nor a sarcastic, manner, “Though, I see that method has served you well.”
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Weapon - E | Semblance - E| Durability - E| Martial Arts - F | Stamina - F |