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.
## Signet knew she wasn't going to like what she found inside but steeled herself for it anyways. Not even a few minutes after they made pace they encountered the first sign of trouble or rather tangential evidence that they were not alone in this warehouse. Thankfully whatever caused it was absent at the moment but she knew that could change at any moment.
Only a few steps from the building entrance there was a door, unremarkable except for the scars that characterized the bottom half. Unmistakably unhuman, she recognized them for what they were: claw marks. She compares the size of the claw marks to the size of her boot to guage the size of what they were dealing with. Despite it's terrifying implications it did provide some useful insight.
Piroshka then goes to the hallway section where it divided into two different paths. There was an door leading to the exterior, welded shut in addition to being covered in graffiti that she didn't recognize. She would stop the group there and speak to them in a commanding tone.
"Alright gentlemen, from what is demonstrated here we can make a few assumptions." she says pointing to the door with the claw marks. "First off, there is likely grimm inside. That just about confirms it, no?"
"Secondly, we can reliably say that whatever is inside this building cannot break open these kinds of doors. The ones lined with metal are presumably strong enough to withstand attack evident by the fact that these creatures haven't been able to bust through them after all this time," Signet deduces.
"With that in mind we have a choice in which direction to go in as well."
"Hallway number one which takes us deeper inside the building," Signet says with obvious distaste.
"And hallway number two which leads to a set of doors which we don't know what is behind" Signet mutters, straining her hearing to try to figure out what was causing the buzzing.
"While it might be best to take hallway number one, to make sure nothing uses it to sneak around us... I am somewhat more interested in what is behind those doors in hallway two."
"While we could leave hallway two alone, given that there isn't much of a threat from something coming in that direction if they can't get past the doors" Signet says, focusing her attention on the noise. "I can hear something behind it and think we should find out what."
"But I will leave the decisions to you."
Depending on the other's decisions, Piroshka would lead the group in that direction.
If hallway one was chosen she would continue her cautious approach and look out for any incoming danger and defend the group from attacks.
If hallway two was chosen she would weld the doors open and try to figure out what was causing that noise. ##
Word Count: 478 Total Word Count: 1440 Piroshka Colour Hex: e54343
The Tonitrus Twins [E] Exotic Martial Arts [E] Electric Dust [E] Fire Dust [F] Arc Welding (Metal Working) [F]
Post by Pyre Varice on May 15, 2020 23:16:24 GMT -5
"God, so boring. You'd think there'd be something a little more obvious in the front rooms." Pyre was happy to take a moment. Sure nothing had been done as of yet but really that was just fine. It gave him a moment to check his hands and his weapons. Though he was entirely sure he'd checked his weapons what he was worried about was something that occurred earlier. His hands had been feeling tingly all day. If it was some sort of issue it wasn't super obvious. It made him worried. Which was unusual as he almost never felt any sort of negative emotion regarding his own well-being. What he might have been feeling was a twinge of worry from the oddly inhuman looking claw-marks he saw as he went in. He'd never really fought Grimm, humans were far worse in his experience. At least you could somewhat predict Grimm. Still, something like that would be pretty good to bag. Maybe a few extra credits at the end of the day instead of the pittance he was working on.
And then the choice. Their newly appointed leader took the opportunity to explain the situation. Which was certainly refreshing. While he preferred working without oversight he knew a strong leader when he saw one. Perfect to work with and perfect to betray if needed. All around good stuff. So Pyre took the opportunity to slip just that little bit closer to the second door. With a lazy salute, Pyre pulled the slide back on Happy. The pistol's metallic clang got him more excited. "You got it boss lady, let's blow this door down. You want first push?" His mask betrayed nothing of his slowly growing excitement. He was ecstatic to showcase just what he could do. These people would be able to see just how good he really was.
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Last Edit: May 15, 2020 23:26:48 GMT -5 by Pyre Varice
Post by Whitaker Pickett on May 16, 2020 5:16:10 GMT -5
"Err on the side of caution as you go with guns blazing"
While the sound coming in the direction of the main hallway had Pickett more curious than the scratching sound behind the door, he couldn't fault the others for wanting to deal with the immediate threat first. "Let us deal with whatever is inside of the room first." Just because the supposed Grimm hadn't destroyed the door yet, didn't mean that they weren't able to if they knew of the groups present. While Pickett's knowledge about the beasts was limited, he knew that they liked to stay in a place were tragedies happened. If such a tragedy had happened in this factory, Grimm might not even want to leave unless disturbed.
Still, someone should be ensuring that nothing sneaked up on them when they were engaging with the potential enemies inside of this room. Looking at Charcoal, Pickett instructed his subordinate. Supposed subordinate. "Charcoal, mind the main hallway and our backs. We are going in." Remembering that he was the communication to the other party, Pickett made sure to update Knight through her scroll as he put his mic off mute. "We are about to engage a potential Grimm in a closed room. Over."
Pickett took up a position directly opposed to the door. If Signet or Pyre couldn't open it themselves, he would step forward and give it a good swing with his hammer. While the bald foreman had instructed them all to leave his building intact, he wanted to see if he could replace the doors anyway to ensure that they were secure and if a lovetap of his hammer could break them open, so could any of those huntsmen.
276 Words - Thread Total: 1540 - Old man Pickett gives absent pc's tasks!
Coming to a quick, unanimous, decision was a useful skill for any team, and for these four, it was no different.
Moments before they decided to breach the room, however, Red's voice crackled through the communication line. "This is Red. Found Grimm. Lancers. Two. Might be more. Knight and I can handle these, but be careful. Grimm are in here."
The choice to begin their investigation with the room to Signet's left was a good one, as the scratching sounds only became more and more apparent as they gathered around the door. The door itself, as Pickett surmised in his mind, was definitely in need of a replacement. It was old, and battered, and wooden, but the lock mechanism was definitely still in place, so when Signet moved to open it, it wouldn't budge, forcing the older man to bash it open with his hammer- a simple task.
And one that opened up a different can of worms, as the two front-runners of the quartet entered.
The room itself was fairly wide, but unfortunately, most of the width was occupied by stacks of crates, on either side of the doorway, which didn't exactly leave the Syndicate members much room to maneuver easily. Aside from the many crates, two things were immediately visible as Whit shined his Scroll into the room- first, there was what appeared to be a large machine, with many cables running from it to the wall behind it. While dusty, and considerably beaten up, it wasn't in the worst shape it could have been in. Signet would recognize it as something to do with electric dust, while Pickett would immediately recognize it for the power generator they were searching for, and in easily repairable condition, provided he was given the chance to inspect it more closely, and provided that he had brought tools with him- otherwise, he would have to search throughout the building for them.
The second, much more suddenly noteworthy thing, was that as soon as Signet and Pyre entered the room, a Beowolf had shot out from the darkness, snarling with vicious fangs bared, charging straight for Signet. And as soon as it came within melee range of her, a second Beowolf poked its head out of the darkness, from behind a stack of crates, sizing up the three humans in the doorway.
They'd come looking for Grimm. And they'd found them.
Post by Whitaker Pickett on May 22, 2020 15:28:01 GMT -5
"Err on the side of caution as you go with guns blazing"
"Understood. Over." It was all that Pickett answered to Red's message. No reason to give unneccesary chatter. At least the people Pickett was now with didn't gave too much unneccesary comments all though this Pyre could maybe get on Pickett's nerve if he pushed his behaviour further.
The lock prevented any civil attempt to open the door, and using a more direct and violent manner of entry was required. The mechanized hammer Cacus sprung to leave and with a slight roar did it made contact with the door, splintering the wood at the place of impact. A less aggresive, and more quiet, way of entry would most likely have done the job but stealth didn't seemed to be on Pickett's mind when he dealt with this barrier to their progress. It was an anoyance. Something that he needed to replace anyway.
After his scroll shined into the room, Pickett knew immediately what stood before them. An old generator, one of the Mantle designs they had replaced long ago and provided the blueprints to be used in Mistral as a 'gift of friendship'. It was an adequate piece of machinery if it worked, but because of several design-flaws, its parts needed to be replaced rather regularly. Some of his colleagues used to joke that Mantle gave the design away to ensure that Mistral wouldn't spend the manpower to try and come up with a better alternative. As far as Pickett was concerned, there was enough truth to that rumour that he could believe it. Providing aid to your allies makes sense, but giving them access to the same technology you possess if a risk. A risk that mantle didn't seem to have taken when they gave those designs.
Pickett had the tools in his van to repair this generator, and he should have brought them with him in hindsight. Well, he can walk back to the van if he truly needed them. He didn't have too much time to think about it before they got attacked. Two Beowolves. Pickett stood ready to attack, but at the last moment, he loosened the grip on his weapon. Not his job, not his purpose. Let's see what these kids can actually do. It was both curiosity and a sense of superiority that drove him. If they would be eliminated in single combat against a Beowolf, they would be terrible muscle. The foreman stood ready to defend himself, but he didn't make any advance towards the enemy. All that Pickett said with only a slight heightening of voice through the comms was: "Engaging two Beowolves. Over."
Pickett wasn't playing the helicopter parent right about now.
That would come later.
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Signet stepped through the mangled remains of the door frame, gingerly making her way cautiously through the debris. She gets but a small glimpse of the clutter strewn across the room. Stacks of tall wooden crates on either side of the enclosed hallway. A large machine lined with cables that obviously ran on electricity dust which peaked some interest. Perhaps it was an answer to whatever was causing that humming noise they had been hearing since they entered.
This place of machinery was devoid of life but something else still walked here. And they had been quiet for long enough. A creature of darkness, no longer willing to wait in the shadows, lunges in for the hunt that it had been cruelly denied. A wolf-like Grimm that stood on two legs like some rabid dog possessed by a demon, the Beowolf was already upon them the second she entered the room.
If she had not been warned before hand Piroshka might have balked and broke down at the sight of the Grimm. Turned her heel to run and give the predator access to claw her in the back. She was simply not prepared to deal with a monster.
But that was the case with monsters. They were not patient. They did not care for your feelings when they sunk their teeth and rendered skin from bone. They thought of despair and death and how to best inflict it.
But Mistral always had monsters lurking where they shouldn't be and Signet cared not for what monsters thought.
The Grimm were still the same threat they were a hundred years ago. Humanity was not so stagnat. This was the time of industry, of technology. These clinging remains of the past did not belong and modernity would be the power to extinguish it.
This beast was a reminder of more savage times when all humans had to defend themselves was with raw metal and muscle.
But Piroshka? Piroshka had dust.
Instead of backing down, Piroshka runs to meet the Grimm, and despite the surprise attack, she secures the first strike.
The Tontritus Twins, Amp and Ire fulfill there namesakes, blasting the Beowolf with their respective elements. She bashes the beowolf across the snout with Amp, her electric baton, sending yellow sparks and bits of grimm bone flying into the air.
A press of the button on Ire releases the charge of fire dust which quickly fumes the along the weapon's exhaust ports, heating up the weapon and setting the grimm's chest hairs on fire upon making contact.
Having such early success in the fight and putting down the full power of her weapons, Piroshka dives further in. Using what little floor space between them, she makes a flying jump to plant a steel boot into the creatures stomach. But the dull creature suddenly decides that was enough and quickly moves its dense arms to block her kick, nullifying her attack completely.
She can only glare at the beast, jumping off the beast's arm and on top of one of the wooden boxes closest to the door. The crates sway underneath her but remain upright although her own footing was not ideal in this situation. She frowns beneath her cloth mask, displeased that the Beowolf remained standing and was still utterly awful and horrible in that way that Grimm are. The other Beowolf standing in the far corner of the room looked just as terrible and would likely rush in to threaten the team in the next few seconds.
"Kill this thing already!" Piroshka yells to the other dimwits that were supposed to be backup, not especially enjoying looking at the ugly grimm for that much longer.
Word Count: 478 Total Word Count: 1918 Piroshka Colour Hex: e54343
The Tonitrus Twins [E] Exotic Martial Arts [E] Electric Dust [E] (2/2) Fire Dust [F] (1/2 Wind Dust (1) Arc Welding (Metal Working) [F]
Post by Pyre Varice on May 23, 2020 1:09:18 GMT -5
Well, this was certainly a new experience. Seeing such a monster shook Pyre. His mask hid the slightly biting of his lip as he heard the older gentlemen say exactly what he was seeing. Grimm. Nasty looking ones at that. Signet had already charged in to attack the first one but he was still in a state of shock. He didn't expect to see them here. He thought there'd be bandits or maybe a few hobos to chase out. Not the murderous creatures everyone was terrified of. He wasn't a hunstman, this wasn't in his job description. If anything though, Pyre Varice was no coward.
Now this was...interesting. He wasn't afraid of it much after seeing what Signet did to the creature, slashing and striking it. If it bleeds and all that. He sighed, relaxing slightly. "They're just like bouncers, 'cept slightly more hairy" For a second, he stood motionless. Then with a few rapid movements of his hand, he readied Happy and raised the black pistol at the creature. "Bang!" A few moments after his other companion requested an urgent elimination of the creature, he squeezed the trigger. Bullets flew at the Beowolf, grazing the creature and injuring it. It wasn't his best, that he knew. "Oh I can do better than that" With a grin under his mask, Pyre dashed towards the creature. Weaving closer and avoiding its deft claws to slash at its stomach with Go Lucky, making several large cuts straight across the creatures stomach before pulling back to reload. Nothing with be left standing after he dealt with it.
This is what he lived for, after all. Combat and destruction. These things were just in his way. (282 WC/ 1815 TWC)
Pickett had made a wise decision, in choosing not to engage the Grimm himself- not because he couldn't take them, mind, as the burly man was decidedly well-equipped for combat.
Piroshka proved to be a hair faster than the Beowolf charging her, and her first baton hit decimated the Grimm, seriously injuring it in a single, mighty, blow, and her dust attack left it burning and disoriented.
However, it was not too disoriented that it couldn't strike back- as Piroshka moved to kick at it, one of its powerful arms deflected the blow, but the other lashed out, scoring a direct hit to Piroshka's leg, with force enough to shred the limb down to the bone, were it not for her Aura- however, that Aura took a steep hit, knocking a clean third of it away, as she leapt onto the crate, which wobbled a bit, but didn't give way just yet.
Pyre was next up at bat, and it was fortunate that Piroshka had moved away, because his pistol shot was hastily aimed, and narrowly missed the Beowolf, which had now turned its attention on to him.
Which was probably not the best outcome for the masked man- a werewolf made of darkness and evil is one thing, but a flaming werewolf made of darkness and evil was the stuff of nightmares.
Luckily, his second attack was placed much better, as the Beowolf lunged at him, jaws snapping viciously.
His knife lunged out, not with precision or tact, but with raw, brutal, strength and indomitable force. He gashed the beast right across the chest several times, before it faded to burnt, black, mist.
But the fight wasn't over yet- there were two Beowolves, after all, and while the first was dispatched, the second took advantage of the momentary distraction to charge forward, crashing right into the crate Piroshka stood on, smashing it to splinters and a puff of sawdust, as its claws grazed her leg for another chunk of her Aura.
Fortunately, though, the haphazard attack left it stunned, for a moment, giving Piroshka and Pyre a chance to attack this new threat as well.
They just had to hope, with the way this beast was tearing through anything in its way, that it didn't smash through the generator in its next attack...
** With a swat of the Beowolf's arm Signet was sent flying into the back wall, rebounding off the concrete and feeling pain throughout her whole body.
Despite having the air knocked out of her Signet still has the sense to land on her feet, precariously perched on a stack of crates.
She doesn't have time to admire Pyre's execution of the enflammed Grimm when the other Beowolf rushes her.
Just as viscious as the first one the Beowolf's freakish claws are bared against her as it slashes down onto the crate she was standing on which explodes into cloud of splinters. Once again Signet is flying through the air, trying to get out of the way but a too fast to see uppercut slash just digs into her abdomen and her chest explodes with pain.
Her body backflips through the air and not of her own intention as her momentum is thrown into a spin.
Her head is a blur as she watches the room move around her. Ceiling, floor, ceiling, floor...
The thought of dying here enters her mind. To perish against this monster was to suffer the fate of some outlaw that lived outside the walls of a Kingdom. While she would personally view her own death as tragic, dying to a grimm was common, mundane, perhaps it would not even make it on the news.
Hell, she wouldn't even have the chance to be buried with Mistrallian rites if the commanding thug standing outside was to be believed. Her body would be another obstacle for the next unlucky thugs that were ordered to go inside and fight. Would they even go through the trouble of digging a shallow grave? Or would they take her body and set it afloat down the nearest river for her unidentifiable corpse to fall off the Mistrallian mountain side?
No. If she continued down that line of thought she would just distract herself and allow herself to get killed faster. That would not be acceptable. To fulfil her goals she needed to do the job that was in front of her. Did she have the will to do what was necessary?
It was time to answer her convictions.
Her boots touch ceiling as she looks downward at the Grimm. With no time to evaluate her injuries she bends her knees and launches herself in the direction of gravity, diving headfirst at the Grimm like a fascist missile.
As quick as a bird she twists through the air, slipping past the Grimm to land softly behind it, her electric batons still sizling with power.
As she does an X-shaped wound spontaneously blossoms on the Beowolf's chest as it cries out in demonic agony as electric discharge spurts from the scar.
Rising up to her full height, Signet turns to face her foe, nose raised haughtily as looks on with satisfaction at her work. What injury the Grimm inflicted was repaid in full and then some.
This was her answer. She had the will, the Volition to rise above and overcome what vile things stood in her way. She was not going to be stopped here and not by some mindless animal. **
Word Count: 528 Total Word Count: 2446 Piroshka Colour Hex: e54343
The Tonitrus Twins [E] Exotic Martial Arts [E] Electric Dust [E] (2/2) Fire Dust [F] (1/2 Wind Dust (1) Arc Welding (Metal Working) [F]
Post by Pyre Varice on May 28, 2020 2:15:21 GMT -5
Pyre wasn't exactly angry. It was more a frustrated feeling in itself. That beast was dispatched, yes and yet it's comrade was attacking her instead of him? Sure, he didn't want to be scratched up but he felt almost insulted. He was a bigger threat here wasn't he? He deserved to be acknowledged by this brute. He was important, he was superior. He was a VARICE dammit and he would be recognized! As if in impulse, he hit his hand to his body. Then, something changed.
For a brief second he felt an odd sensation. Like his body had figured something out without telling him. He was about to speak, yell out to the big guy behind them to assist but he found himself unable to. Not in the sense of fear or that he didn't want to. He couldn't physically do it. His mouth seemed to be against the idea all together. It was terrifying. He tapped his feet on the ground. No sound at all. He snapped his fingers. Nothing. What the hell did he just do to himself?
Was this some sort of poison? What had that monster done to him? Utterly confused, Pyre found himself utterly paralyzed with worry. Until he took a moment to breathe. No sound there either. Then it clicked.
This was his power. He could use this.
So he decided to do something to help his new ally. After all, this weird silence needed to be broken right? Seeing Signet doing that work made him want to do something too.
So he did. With a barely restrained spring in his muted steps, Pyre looked over to Signet and raised up a finger to his mask. Hoping she'd catch on. Pyre's battle plan consisted of the following movements. If possible, he'd rush over to an area behind the Beowolf, hoping to hide his presence from the being until he could get behind the creature. If he did, he'd fire a burst of bullets towards the Beowolf's back and then attack with his knife. Hopefully the silence would carry him that far. (348 WC/ 2163 TWC)
Post by Whitaker Pickett on May 29, 2020 18:18:42 GMT -5
"Err on the side of caution as you go with guns blazing"
As Pickett looked at Signet being tossed around like that before she recovered, two different emotions flooded into his mind.
The first was disappointment. Pickett had thought that his employers would have hired better muscle than someone who gets swatted away twice in rapid succession. Going full on the offensive had worked out for Mr. Pyre well enough, but this Signet failed to do likewise. Pickett did not believe much in lucky hits and other such happenstance. If you fail to execute your attack and haven’t considered defending yourself appropriately for a counterattack, that is your fault.
Trying to shine a light on the Grimm as best as he was able to do, Pickett was also filled with a second emotion as he beheld the acrobatics of his younger peers.
It was fear.
It was not an all-consuming fear. Pickett has been in enough battles in his youth to not chicken out and remain motionless like a greenhorn. He kept up his defence and he would be able to defend himself if these two youngsters failed in this combat. Still, as Signet was hit by that attack the man had a small epiphany of sorts. A part of his mind focussed on something else instead of the here and now. For the briefest of moments, Pickett was keenly aware of the absurdity of him being here. He didn’t needed to be here if he did not wanted to. It was from many points of view insane that he was here in the first place. A middle-aged foreman of construction sights with a history as a veteran in the army now skulking through abandoned warehouses to build a criminal enterprise. This was insane. This was illogical. This was…
…this was necessary.
It was necessary for the plan. Their plan. For his end and her life.
The moment that Pickett regained his full attention to the fight again was when something dawned on him. The generator. The fight. Not on his watch. Pickett grimaced for a moment as he blurted out a command. “End this fight, now!” The man himself would not so much approach the Grimm himself, as to make sure to reposition himself as well as he was able to get towards the generator. He was certain that he could take at least one hit, but he had no idea in what kind of state the generator would be if it received even a single hit. While he didn’t think they would be in any danger of an explosion or the like with the device being shut off, Pickett knew of at least 7 components in the generator that he had no way of fixing on the spot if they were damaged.
So, a man with more than a mission than simply holding up a flashlight went to stand in between the fight and the generator as much as he was able to position himself.
485 Words - Thread Total: 1441 - Old man Pickett is a meaty wall!
While it might have seemed like the revolutionary was on her last ropes a moment ago, she was a lot more resilient than she looked, and she was fully intent on paying that Beowolf back in full for the damage she’d taken so far.
Her aerial attack hit beautifully, slamming into the Beowolf with raw force, coupled with a sizzling sting from her Electric Dust-infused weapon, leaving it reeling as it yowled out in fury. Unfortunately, while she had definitely done it a pretty nasty bit of damage, she hadn’t quite hit it hard enough to take it out of the game just yet. It was disoriented, however, and in its confusion, it lashed out at the closest moving target- which, in this case, happened to be Mr. Pickett, who had moved to protect the generator. While a wise move, in the long run, in the short term, he would be taking a bit of damage, but luckily for him, it seemed his training from the war was still imbued in his muscle memory, and even while body blocking the precious machinery, he was able to deflect the beast’s claws, leaving him with barely a scratch on his Aura.
And he left the Beowolf distracted just long enough for Pyre to swoop in with his newly unlocked Semblance- making no sound, which, admittedly, wasn’t very noticeable in the midst of a fight, he managed to avoid the Beowolves radar, even though it could still have sensed his presence through its emotion-based detection abilities, where there not two other, much louder, targets to focus on.
Unfortunately, his plan was foiled slightly, as the Beowolf lurched towards Signet again, just as he opened fire. The bullets, though silent, seemed to catch the Grimm’s attention, which kept it still long enough for the masked man to stab it in the back, scoring a glancing fash across its bony shoulder blade, as it turned on him, seeming to pick whichever target was closest to it.
It had taken a beating thus far, though, and a good hit or two would definitely be enough to bring it down, and allow the group to proceed through the rest of the warehouse.