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 Berwyn Rhodes on Dec 4, 2020 18:13:19 GMT -5
With the patience Berwyn was showing, she could honestly go to any local church and apply for sainthood right there and then. She kept listening at the door, giving vocal indicators that she was indeed still listening to the ranting and the raving of someone with way too much time on their hands. Still, in between all of the rambling claims about former athletic career, the man did provide at least some useful information that seemed specific enough that he would most likely not be making it all up. When Berwyn thought she had squeezed that lemon for all it was worth, she honestly only had one question about something that wasn't clear. Well, something that wasn't clear and could potentially be useful. "Can you say who this genius detective is, all though not as smart as you are, of course? Your sources are your sources, but any lead can help us if this is truly a plan of the council to breed killers. Nobody wants that."
Said the living weapon trained in a facility that was technically funded by the council.
After this, she made another request of the man. "You said you talked to this man? We don't have a proper identification of this guy. Could you describe his face to us? Eye color? Scars? Use those ridges man, they could save everyone right about now. Lives could depend on it."
After receiving two hopeful short answers, Berwyn gave as proper a farewell as she could. "I think we know enough, but honestly, when I need a stable genius like yourself, I know where I need to go. You might not see me around ever again, but you know how those things go. A chance meeting the council might overlook, but repeated contact is something they will definitely notice. You take care now...uhm...chum."
Berwyn turned away from the door to face the Father and her fellow students. Her expression read 'kill me', which considering the circumstances wasn't that appropriate. With a few steps away from the door, Berwyn shared what information she gathered from the strange man behind the door.
1. The Allons maybe had some kind of farming project, but Berwyn didn't knew if it was that relevant.
2. The attacker seemed to speak in a foreign accent, maybe from Vacuo.
3. The murderer was plus-sized, something that Berwyn could understand quite well.
4. The murderer said something about needing to 'go back to the pavement'. 410 words; 2269 Thread Total