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.
Oh bloody hell. The tension after Berwyn spoke up about her beliefs could be cut with a knife. Hell, you could here it snap if you were to apply enough force. She frowned between the two, whilst not understanding what was so wrong with either belief, she of course had her own and felt she should put her two cents in to maybe eleviate the situation between the two. She started to write a bit on the notepad, expressing her own thoughts on the matter. She was very much a practical person than a belief person, so her words reflected this. "Life is too short and violatle to have beliefs like that. If you can make it through each day, who cares what others think. Whether you're biologically a guy but call yourself a girl and vice versa. What matters is how you make ends meet after all."
Even as she slid the notepad forward to be read before withdrawing it to answer more questions from the two, she regretting her words but didn't care. If they didn't like it, so what? Chloro was very much a blunt person, and she wasn't stopping now. She thought about it, nibbling the end of the pencil as she thought. Why did she like smaller people? "I guess just that I feel less intimidated next to people of similar or smaller height. Bigger usually means stronger, and I've seen enough bad shit to see where that can get you. Fat or thin, man or woman, not really bothered by that. Like whilst you're not overally taller than me Bianca, I just don't feel that way. No offense, I'm sure you're a good girlfriend or whatever they're called."
But soon it was time to give a small reveal. Hopefully it wasn't too bad for them, as even she couldn't stare for too long with just how bad it was. A quick few words were slid to them before she reached behind her neck to untie the mask that covers it constantly, as well as grip the top of her turtleneck. "I warn you, you probably won't see anything as bad as this for a while." Once the words were read, she would pull the turtleneck down to reveal what was essentially a deep cut that never healed properly. She showed them in such a way that only from their angles could it be seen, so she didn't disrupt the entire diner. It was the worst thing Chloro had ever experienced, and when she pulled it back up to cover, and tied her moss green mask over her neck again loosely, she took a drink and sighed silently. It was always that one painful reminder, and with how technology was around this year, she was not getting it fixed any time soon.
Post by Bianca Sabbato on Dec 25, 2020 13:48:34 GMT -5
-Yes- I answered without a hint of trepidation in my voice when Berwyn asked me if I was really doing just that. I normally didn’t like putting myself on a moral pedestal, but I was not backing down from this one. If she wanted to spout that bullshit, she would have to deal with me openly opposing her every time.
I was not about to tell a racist they were right in treating me like subhuman garbage. I was not about to tell a murderer or a rapist that it was fine for them to think they did nothing wrong. I was not about to accept someone telling me the sky was not blue and the seas were made of chocolate.
I may listen to them. I may even understand the reason for them to think a certain way. But I would not defend them. And I would not defend Berwyn in thinking that way.
-That’s probably for the better- I nevertheless responded when the giantess decided to drop the topic for the moment. This was not the time nor the place for this.
Sipping on my chocolate until the cup was entirely drained. I eyed the cocktail for a couple seconds, but I would wait for a little before committing to it. I wasn’t a fan of super-sugary booze anyway.
Guess I was the 1/10 that didn’t find Berwyn too tall for my liking. I wasn’t a “You must have this height to enjoy this ride” kind of gal, after all. As a matter of fact, it was a pretty nice change of pace. I enjoyed the fact that it was such a new experience for me.
I was not a very tall girl, so I was used to taller women, but there was a clear difference between a normal tall woman. And Berwyn’s height and bulk... And Bianca liked it... And it would have been great to just leave it at that, but...
It’s just... Why did she need to have these dumbass opinions? Some other things I could understand. It was not as if I asked for a carbon copy of myself. I liked her having different points of view and shit...
But this was kind of... Something I was absolutely not okay with. And I was inwardly happy to see that Chloro had a similar view as mine, even if coming from entirely different reasoning. Nevertheless, I didn’t let my satisfaction be shown on my face.
I mean. We fought wars for this shit. People had to hide and live in fear of this reason. Died and killed because some stuck up higher-ups decided they knew better about how we should live our lives. And that we had no right to express the things we thought or felt.
That scarred this city, maybe permanently, and it was still up in the air how we would bounce back from that. It was still too recent to tell. And whoever said the contrary knew jack shit about how this town worked, about why the distrust of the authorities was something so deeply ingrained here.
So yeah, I cannot say I was mad at Berwyn’s attitude... I only was disappointed. And I know that is priceless coming from someone like me, the queen of disappointing people and making mistakes.
But still, two wrongs didn’t make a right. Nor the things I did in the past made me blind to the errors other people could commit.
That didn’t stop me from mellowing a little when my roommate's inquisitive legs came looking for mine under the table. Responding in kind to her amorous approach. I wasn’t mad at Berwyn as a person. I just thought she had said something wrong and felt the need to intervene.
Back to the topic of height, and onto Chloro’s response.
-Whatever rocks your boat. Girl, I was merely curious- I replied, shooting a friendly smile at the mute girl as I waved off her concerns. I wasn’t really interested in Chloro in that way, to be honest. Just a little lost since the difference didn’t seem that big at first. But I could understand where she was coming from now.
Even if morbid. The change of topic regards Chloro’s injury had somehow managed to improve my mood. Making me agree to the small toast proposed by Berwyn, even if I wasn’t so sure what should I toast to.
Now, onto the meat and grit of it. (More literally than ever) I briefly got up from my seat and bent over in Chloro’s direction to get a proper look at the gaping gash in her neck.
The wound was ghastly, not gonna pull any punches with that. I knew it, she knew it, and I was damn sure Berwyn figured it out as well.
It was actually one of the worst wounds I had ever seen in a living body, and not by mere chance. Things like that usually tended to kill people. The fact that she had to live with that thing on her neck was a testament to Chloro’s resilience.
-Looks painful as all hell. What have the doctors said to you about it? Any chances it could heal? I don’t mean you getting your voice back, but at least the injury not hurting chronically?-
I asked this in part for mere curiosity. But also to normalize the topic, even if only a bit. She had brought up the topic of conversation, so I didn’t want her feeling like it should be a taboo or something she should feel ashamed of.
Sitting back on my chair. I took a long sip at the strange cocktail. It wasn’t really my cup of tea, but it was decent. -You taking any meds for that? I know you probably didn’t have access to it before. But the academy should give you proper medical treatment for it now- I mentioned, leaning back on my chair as I scooped another pancake from the tower.