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.
Hark now, hear the sailors cry, Smell the sea, and feel the sky,
Menagerie. 21 AV
"Whew! Mamma mia! That's uh... That's the thing for that, yeah, Slate?" She glanced to the older wolf faunus for confirmation, hands still whipping through the air in her best imitation of Slate's hand gestures. She'd been practicing her islander talk for a while, and it felt like some of it was clicking. At the very least, she knew how to shout stuff when something was wild as fuck.
Which these hot wings definitely were.
She'd bought them from a street vendor with some of the money she'd been saving up working for Set, and boy, were they hot. Five different kinds, two of each. It was a luxury, sure, but it was totally going to be worth it. It was all Slate's idea, anyways, so she didn't mind spending the bit of money she had stashed away if it was for her friends. She'd gathered her sister, and two of their classmates, Alina and Sinopia, to a nice spot with a shady tree and a picnic table, where there weren't too many people around, mostly because it was such a bitch of a hike to get there. With four of them, that meant they could each have half a wing, of each kind, which was really the whole point of this.
On the one hand, it was food, and specifically, way fancier, more expensive, food than any of them had on a regular basis. Her and Slate were well-fed enough by the Seraphines' fishing business, but she figured Alina and Sinopia went without, a lot more than her and her sister. And probably more than either of them would admit too- she'd lived that way herself, not so long before she'd returned to Menagerie from Vacuo, after all.
Food was always worth the effort.
But secondly, the challenge was the heat from the wings. Hence why they would be cutting them up so everyone got a piece of each kind. There were two of each: sweet teriyaki barbecue, mild sweet-and-spicy, medium chili flake, hot three-pepper, and extra-hot ones that smelled like fire.
Nina wasn't kidding herself here- she was pretty sure she'd be down for the count by the second round of wings. Which meant she'd probably get less to eat of them than the others, but that was okay, as long as everyone else was having fun.
She shot a toothy grin- even for her- to her companions as she laid out the little newspaper wrapper that held the ten spicy hot wings. "The rules are simple- we start out with the easy ones, and work our way up to the extra hot ones! Whoever makes it that far wins, and if two of us get that far, then whoever cries the least wins, yeah? You guys still in? Or are you guys too cornuta?"
Not to look like a chicken herself, Nina went for one of the teriyaki wings first, which were notably browner than the others, and didn't smell nearly as spicy. She snapped it in half longways, so that each piece had one thin bone and one of the ends, and a decent amount of meat and skin, then passed the other half of hers to Sinopia, with shining blue eyes.
She doubted she'd win the competition, but there was no harm in a little goofy posturing before her defeat at the hands of an especially spicy piece of chicken, right?
Post by Alina Rybalka on May 8, 2020 20:02:18 GMT -5
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[attr="class","nikki101"]WE CAN ALL AGREE THAT VIOLENCE BREEDS VIOLENCE
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[attr="class","nikki102"]BUT IN THE END, IT HAS TO BE THIS WAY
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[attr="class","nikki109"]Civilian life was a trip. [break][break]
Every day now was regimented. In the morning at five o’clock in the morning she’d report to physical training with the rest of the Menagerie Guard recruitment class, being put through largely practical training. This would last until around eight, where they’d be relieved to read for classes that started at nine. She’d shower, eat, and change clothes before heading over to the school that ran from about nine in the morning to about five in the afternoon. The transition from the front into Menagerie was very recent, as she had only gotten to the island for the first time about a month ago. [break][break]
The weekends were a solid workday at the Menagerie Guard in the classroom and training between about six in the morning to four in the afternoon. It was a shorter day, and the wolf faunus had gotten off of it about an hour and a half ago. That gave her enough time to shower, change, and go out to do something other than work for about the only time this week. She was already having trouble adjusting into the police force, largely because a good chunk of the other trainees were not veterans. It was so fucking frustrating to be surrounded by thin-skinned fucking morons. [break][break]
If someone was fucking around in the Mistral Nation Guard, someone came up and told them to unfuck themselves. They got their shit straightened out, and that was that. Corrections took literally less than a minute, and nobody was confused about anything. The constant beating around the bush and the lackadaisical attitude of civilians was fucking annoying. Waiting for bumble fucks who couldn’t get their shit straight for five to ten minutes at what was supposed to be the beginning of training was rage inducing, and so was that stupid fucking mindset of faux pacifism that some of the civilians had. What the fuck was the point of signing up to be part of the Guard if you weren’t willing to learn how to actually fight? Avoiding learning how to with the stupid and childish assumption that talking violent people down was the catch-all solution was just pathetic. [break][break]
She tried to be more patient with normal civilians. It was a struggle that Sinopia was aware of that Alina was actively trying to work on. Civilians didn’t like direct and immediate confrontation, and they certainly didn’t like expecting conflict to be resolved right that instant. They liked to be told they were doing something, dick around for a half hour, and then start when they felt like it. It pissed her off to see people who would be responsible for the lives of others treat it with such disrespect, but now wasn’t the time to express that. She just needed to complete her training so she could move on and actually start doing shit again. [break][break]
The bitching also really got under her skin. Oh no, someone is so hot they can’t concentrate in fucking shorts and a tee shirt literally also indoors with a fan in the room. Oh no, a math problem was so hard it took five whole minutes to figure out, the horror! Not to mention the tyranny of having to wake up oh so early in the morning and have a big long walk to the school that hurts their sensitive feet. [break][break]
And then the asinine comments. Oh, you fought in the war? I would have joined, but… I would have joined, but… I would have signed up, but… The amount of times she had heard that fucking phrase made her want to gouge her own eardrums out, so she never had to hear it again. Nobody gives a flying fuck about your cheese allergy or your sensitive feet or your inability to follow basic fucking directions from people who know better than you without punching your instructor. That and the stupid fucking line about how she must be lying or faking and was really just in some refugee camp, and then bitching and moaning when they get floored seconds afterwards like it was an unfair trick. Maybe before talking shit and calling other people liars, they could learn how to throw a fucking punch or balance on their feet properly. Just a thought. [break][break]
She was here because Red asked her to be there and was willing to do whatever. Alina still didn’t have any regular clothes, so just wore an unmarked green undershirt that she’d normally wear with her Guard uniform in the absence of anything else that wasn’t camouflage or Menagerie Guard branded shit. The wolf faunus didn’t feel the need to posture and preen her work history or affiliations, but also lacked the money to actually go out and get new clothes for the moment. [break][break]
She’d let the others banter and talk and would simply play along silently for now and eat the first wing with some sort of sauce she had never heard of. Her mouth burned, but at a level that was more than manageable even if it was rather unpleasant and gray eyes would stare forward on a face that hadn’t changed expressions. If that was the low end, this was about to get a hell of a lot worse and she was smart enough to not talk a bunch of shit if the very first one was that unpleasant for her. Compared to before and during the conflict, Alina was noticeably less social than she had been before due to a combination of factors – but the inability to quickly adjust to this new lifestyle was certainly one of the reasons why.
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B Semblance, D Weapons, C Dust Enhancement, C Durability, C Agility, D Stamina, D Exhaustion, D Martial Arts
Post by Sinopia DeStellanova on May 8, 2020 22:12:55 GMT -5
Sinopia couldn't remember the last time she'd been able to sleep for more than about two hours at a time. It wouldn't be so bad if she could sleep during the day, but she had too much to do. Most days, she had school in the morning, and it took her a good 45 minutes to walk there because of how far out of the city her uncle lived, then additional tutoring after that three days a week. She picked up a part time job at her uncle's company working on some of the vehicles there. It was more like a very loose apprenticeship where she could go as she pleased, but she almost always worked all her hours. People were counting on her (even if they actually weren't and were more tolerating her because she was an executive's niece) and she didn't want to let them down. Besides, cars were cool. She had gotten herself involved in several community service projects, if only because she couldn't stand to see people sad and was very easily persuaded by presentations of even below average quality. Her uncle encouraged it because it would apparently look good on a college application and future resumes, whatever that meant, and then tried to get her involved in more activities for similar reasons. Sports, art, music, theater (though she was pulled out of that one once she puked during an improv session), leadership, and anything else he thought might stick. Anything involving running she did okay in, but anything that required creativity or presentation skills she was terrible at.
This was exactly how she liked her schedule though. Busy. Full. No room for anything else. As long as she stayed busy she didn't have to think about anything else. Not about how terrible it felt to be here. Not about how wrong everything felt. Not about how out of place she felt. Nothing. She how she was going to get somewhere on time because she overbooked, or learning how to replace an alternator. Those were easier to deal with. She may have been tired, but at least she could breathe.
Today, she intentionally made sure she had free time. It felt weird, but Nina had asked her if she wanted to do something, so that meant it didn't actually count as free time at all. Friends were worth scheduling time for, and it was something she needed to be more conscious of. Especially when it was hard. It felt like the only time she saw Alina was at school with how busy both of them were. So she made a point to invite her best friend to go with her. As nice as Nina was, she could never replace Alina, so she was glad the wolf faunus was willing to come.
That happiness didn't stop her anxiety from flaring up when Alina seemed grumpy. It was her fault wasn't it? Because this was stupid and a waste of time? Why were they even doing something like this? She never mentioned any of this to her friend, walking in silence instead, but she did spend the entire walk there with her shoulders hunched over while shifting awkwardly and looking in Alina's direction every few minutes before looking back at the ground. Her fingernails were already nibs, but by the time they got to the meeting place there wasn't anything left to bite.
In contrast to Alina's attire, she showed up in a delicate and lacy yellow sundress and sandals. It took her a second to figure out how to sit down in it without letting everyone see up the skirt. Up until now, she had never worn a dress in her life. Her uncle had chosen her wardrobe after she was paralyzed with indecision for longer than he wanted to put up with for something as simple as buying clothes, so now nearly all of her clothes were some form of fancy formal clothing. She had been told that this was not how she should sit while wearing a dress, but she wasn't inclined to worry about that in front of friends. It was fine. That she was stretching the fabric, was getting grass stains all over it, and was about to eat messy chicken wings in it didn't cross her mind. Clothing was clothing, and the idea that there were certain types for certain activities hadn't crossed her mind. This was the first time in her life that she had more than about two outfits, so the idea still felt very strange to her.
Sinopia listened to the rules and nodded. They were easy enough to understand and eating was definitely something she could do. She spent a good chunk of her life not sure when she was going to eat next, so she was almost as good at stuffing her face any chance she got as she was at running. Since moving in with her uncle she had gained about 20 pounds and her belly was starting to get a bit pudgy because of it. Even though she knew that she'd be eating three meals a day every day for a long time, it was a hard habit to break. The fact that her aunt's food was pretty good and she really liked making cookies didn't help.
She wasn't sure what hot meant in this context though because there was no steam coming off of these wings at all. They couldn't have been fresh-out-of-the-oven hot, so it must have been something else. Given she had eaten food that was literally on fire thanks to some cooking mishaps with Alina's semblance she was sure she would do just fine.
"Which ones are the easy ones?" she asked as she accepted the half a wing Nina gave to her.
This one must have been one of the easy ones if Nina was starting with that. Sinopia dug into it as neatly as she could manage, but she still got teriyaki all over her mouth and fingers. That didn't stop her from eating every scrap of chicken, including the tough tendony parts around the joints, on that wing. Even once the meat was gone, she absent mindedly sucked on the bones until they no longer tasted like chicken and then licked every bit of teriyaki off of her fingers and as much as she could off of her mouth. They were good. That was about all she could say about them. What was supposed to be hot about them?
Confused, she looked between everyone in the group, shifting uncomfortably when she got to Alina. Her friend was unhappy and it was her fault wasn't it? She was just going to keep staring off into space like that until someone said something wasn't she? Should Sinopia say something or just let her? After a moment of gnawing on another chicken bone, she turned to friend and tried to think of something to say. Anything. There had to be something she could do.