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 Rose Phoenix on Nov 28, 2020 21:40:37 GMT -5
❝I Was Lightning,
Before The Thunder❞
534 w./ 534 w. total
As she typed on the chat, Rosalia's eyes slowly started to narrow. The girl didn't have a filter...never did. She believed in the ideal of speaking your mind and to hell with the consequences! If someone didn't like it, then that was tough shit and she was more than willing to fight over it. The more that Rose spent in the city, the more she learned how guarded people were over their feelings and social conventions.
Case in point was the festival. Lots of shit went down but no one wanted to talk about it because it was scary or it was 'too painful' to talk about. Like what in the shit was that about? The blonde didn't understand the so-called civilized folk at Haven with their lofty ideals, but it didn't mean she wasn't receptive to what they had to say. New target: Granado. Now, it took very little to set her off, but sometimes there was that rare occasion when a person got under her skin and this little shithead definitely qualified.
Calling her out for something she had done? Too far gone? Seriously? Before she could even get her point out...he signed out. Oh HELL no! You do not get to fling shit if you aren't prepared to get it flung right back! Rose bared her teeth in anger as she sat cross legged on a seat in the cafeteria, stuffing her face with a burger. She was so furious that some of the mustard dripped down her quivering lips and onto her ripped, faded blue jeans.
"Dead. I'm gonna fuckin' end this little shit..." She murmured.
Rose jumped up with her feet on the chair and snatched up her red leather jacket to stuff her arms through without ceremony. She stepped onto the table, tracking bits of crumbled dirt onto the surface with her rugged boots and hopped down onto the other side. As she walked, the girl brought up the school roster on her scroll to look for her target. She learned her lesson, though. If she were to use her semblance every time to run through the halls, then teachers might figure something was up.
"I ain't gonna hurt him...I just want to talk to him."
She repeated this over and over again as she traversed the halls of the school, fist closing in and out to control her fury. Normally a walk would help, right? Wrong. It only gave her more time to stew her anger. So when Rose reached the dorm room assigned to one Granado Clover...she didn't bother to knock.
The blonde raised her boot, gripped the edges of the door frame, and kicked it in so hard that it broke off of the hinges! It flew into the room with a slight spin to slam into the far wall with a thud and Rosalia Phoenix came into the boy's room like a wrecking ball! She pointed her finger rudely at him and screamed loudly directly into his face, spit flying wildly in all directions!
"No! You don't get ta jus' WALK AWAY FROM ME! I ain't done with yer shit! We are having a CIVILIZED FUCKING conversation about how much you totes SUCK ASS!"
[attr="class","sinnert"]The beeping noise of his scroll shutting down was the last thing his mind registered. Straightening up from his lying form on his bed, he stared at the inert piece of technology before letting it fall on the ground. The screen groaning at the sudden mistreatment.
Rubbing his face with both hands as a sigh escaped from his lips, he laid down on his bed again while summoning his clone. It's stiff body deftly moved through his room with unnatural effectiveness.
There was not a single doubt on its step. Not a single additional move to its march. Not a single drop of humanity on its movement. It behaved like an automaton, programmed to do one thing and one thing only.
After acquiring the liquid for Its master, it quickly returned to his side and disappeared the second Granado's hand grasped the bottle.
Silently turning to gaze at the ceiling, he briefly considered summoning his clone again to get a glass but quickly decided against it.
He needed that drink.
Sadly enough, as he was about to unscrew it to free that glorious brown liquid, life had other plans for him.
Because life is always such a fucking bitch.
Almost as if a bomb had been planted on it, his door flew from its hinges and collided against the far wall. And not soon after, almost like a SWAT Team doing a raid, a girl charged into his room.
Granado just stared at her petite form as she screamed her throat out at him. 'So this is Rose, uh?' He thought, knowing almost instantly who she was from what she was saying. 'Expected her to be more intimidating.'
Wordlessly, he swung his legs over his bed edge and sat with his elbows resting on his knees. Silently staring at the floor, his clone suddenly appeared at his side.
Without wasting a single second, it swiftly moved towards the broken door with the same unnaturalness as before and grasped it. But as he turned towards the doorway, it took a single step before colliding into Rose's form.
And it just stood there. Unmoving. Uncaring. Unfeeling. It's still, lifeless eyes just staring ahead into nothingness. A couple seconds passed before Granado finally gave it a new command, making it place the door before dissapearing the second it did so.
With now a modicum of privacy set, he took a swing from his rum, barely feeling his throat itch as it went down, before letting out a sigh. "You owe me a fucking door," and taking another swing.
"So?" he said flatly. Looking at her with hazed, dead cold eyes. "Why do I suck ass?"
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[attr="class","sinnerlyric"]No matter what you leave behind, it'll still weight you down if you don't let it go
Post by Rose Phoenix on Nov 29, 2020 13:12:01 GMT -5
❝I Was Lightning,
Before The Thunder❞
446 w./ 980 w. total
In all honesty, Rose was expecting an immediate shitstorm. Most people would be wigging the fuck out from having their door broken in and...yeah it kind of pissed her off even more! Her ego was bruised from how uncaring this asshole was! She was Rose fucking Phoenix! The Bandit Queen of Vacuo and he dared to just SIT there and drink!? Hell, back home the mere sight of her would cause grown men to piss themselves! So what gave him the right to-
Rose blinked in confusion, finger still stabbed at Granado as she felt something bump into her. She glanced at what was standing before her and it was really weirding her the hell out. It was like a bizarre ass zombie thingy that just...stared at her. She took a step back, brow arched prominently as it stalked past to reinstall the door to it's point of origin.
"Yo, what in the actual hell dude. Ya one a' them...necromancers in them dark fantasy books? Cause I-"
In mid sentence, the thing vanished and Rose pouted...rude. Is that his semblance? Some mindless minion that does his bidding? Shit, it's almost as unfeelin' as he is...almost. But not quite.
The sound of the rum being downed brought her back to the moment and Rose shook angrily with fists clenched. The blonde spun on her heel, once again striking an aggressive tone as she bared her teeth at him like a wild animal!
"Yeah right! Like I'd owe you anything, ya douche monger! You do NOT just spout shit about someone and log out. Only cowards pull that shit and I won't be havin' none of that! Nuh uh! You don't know shit about me, so how DARE you presume that I can't change!"
She was yelling loud enough for most of the building to hear and she didn't care. Rose was pissed off and this deadpan mouth breather was going to sit there and LISTEN to what she had to say, damnit!
"You suck 'cause ya didn't stand yer ground and that royally ticks me off! Hell, you didn't even react to me! Hello? Is there like an actual human bein' in there or am I talkin' to a god damn corpse!?"
Rose would make an attempt to grab Granado by the collar of his shirt to emphasize her point if he did nothing about and glare directly into his eyes with a wide, feral pair of jade.
"ANSWER ME!"
Faint traces of scarlet lightning cackled around her body, licking the air about her as adrenaline fueld rage began to boil to the surface. Rosalia was not going to be satisfied until she screamed her lungs out.
[attr="class","sinnert"]He just sat there, taking swings from his drink as Rose screamed her throat out. His eyes never unwavering from that spot on the ground.
He chuckled slightly. Screaming. What a... crude form of intimidation. Slightly glancing up at her, he couldn't help but feel slightly amused at the sight of her. Her teeth were bared, her lips snarling and he could almost see steam coming out from her ears.
Almost just like any wild animal about to be put down.
Turning back to the ground, he was about to take a sip from his drink but was met with air instead. Grunting, he was about to summon his clone, but felt that his aura reserve was getting low and it would risk his clone disappearing mid-trip with his drink in hand.
He wouldn't stand up for that.
Standing up with a sigh, forgetting Rose was even there, to be honest, he walked in front of her in search of his stash. But as he passed in front of her, something inside him screamed in alarm, something inside him reacted.
Instinctually summoning his clone to take his place, Granado kept walking unnerved and crouched in front of a small drawer. While searching for his booze, he could felt where Rose's hands were placed on his clone.
In his increasingly intoxicated state, he couldn't fully control his clone and so it disappeared as soon as he stood up with the bottle in his hand, a nice, cold bottle of spirytus vodka. He leaned back as he took a deep, long swing of it, causing a single, long scar to be visible across the lower part of his neck.
"Don't get close to my neck," He said, straightening up with a sigh of contentedness.
'A corpse,' he mulled. 'That wouldn't be that bad... I've come close to it more times than most after all...'
Downing a quarter of his Vodka in less than a single gulp, he sighed and sat down on his drawer, staring at Rose with the very same dead, unblinking eyes.
"I've heard of you, 'Queen,'" he said flatly, his neck starting to itch. "I wouldn't be able to call myself a Vacuan if I didn't." He took a swing. "I've seen what you leave behind your wake. All of those left behind..."
He finally blinked. Coughing slightly as he felt ghost pressure around his neck, threatening to cut off his windpipe. "I experienced first-hand what your kind is capable of. I've heard tales of what you do to those in your path..." He finished the bottle, letting it fall to the ground the second it did so. "So please, forgive me for being wary of your change."
'You may change all you want in the exterior. But the core is always the same. What is rotten, rotten stays.' A single, small, and unnoticeable tear tracked down his cheek. 'I know about that better than anyone else...'
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[attr="class","sinnerlyric"]No matter what you leave behind, it'll still weight you down if you don't let it go
Post by Rose Phoenix on Dec 2, 2020 13:39:27 GMT -5
❝I Was Lightning,
Before The Thunder❞
548 w./ 1,528 w. total
Rose reached out to grab him and shake the ever living shit outta this depressing fuck, but was instead greeted by another dead zombie clone thingamajig. Though honestly there was little difference between the fake and the real deal, considering how lack luster he was in person.
As Granado went about drowning his supposed sorrows, Rose approached the window and swung it wide open. She turned to regard him with a snarling grin splayed across her face...
"Well, ya know what they say about girls from Vacuo then...right?"
Squeezing tightly upon the clone's chest, Rose flung it angrily with all of her strength out the window, yeeting it clear across the campus!
"We're a nightmare dressed like a day dream."
She sneered at him, tilting her head back in a bizarre fashion as her eyes widened at his assessment of her. Rotten to the core huh? So...he's heard of her has he? How so very...intriguing. Rose spun on her heel and slowly approached Granado with teeth bared like a lion, scarlet lightning kicking up all around her and licking slightly at him in static shock.
"Oh ho ho...I see. Then you've heard the stories? The torture of men, slaughter of women, and massacre of children? How I never once spared the rod and left a bloody swath through the coarse sands? Hm...and here you are...all alone with a butcher...and yer lookin' like an absolute snack."
Rose pressed her hand on his chest and gave it a push, leaning in close as the lightning swirled around like a storm. Her nose almost touched his as she cackled quietly...finger flicking his tear away like a fly on the wall.
"Someone as depressed as you? It would be sooo easy to make it look like an accident."
The blonde huntress suddenly seized his shirt and whirled towards the open window and slammed his back on the window sill, pressing him halfway out into the air. With a fierce growl, she held him tight to keep him firmly in place.
"Now you listen here, you little shit!" She snorted, her voice low but dripping with venom. "If this were Vacuo, then I'd have shoved a stick through yer gullet and spent the evenin' watchin' ya bleed like a stuck fucking pig! But since I'm so reformed and shit, I'mma be nice fer a change and settle with breaking yer god damn door. But next time ya piss me off? I'll shove my foot so far up yer ass that you'll be suckin' my toes till graduation! You get me?"
Rose released him with a harsh snarl and stepped away. For good measure, she reached for the door and grabbed hold of it on both sides. She reeled her fist back and slammed the wood with enough force that it shattered in half, splinters flying all over as it crashed out in to the hall.
"Clean that shit up."
Not caring what he did or said, Rosalia stomped out of the room and walked away with a twitch to her jade eyes. She was angry and unsatisfied, but felt at least slightly more vindicated. The so-called Bandit Queen of Vacuo...it bothered her a bit to admit it, but in some way...Granado was right. He was right and it pissed her the fuck off!
[attr="class","sinnert"]No matter what Rose did, Granado just left her be. Even when she invaded his personal space, to the point one could have mistaken what was going on. Even when she started shouting on his face, even when she started manhandling him.
No matter what she did, he just left her be.
After her threats and shouting were done he couldn't help but smirk in her direction. So this was the famed creativity of the 'Queen.' The creativity that caused entire tribes to cower in fear. The same name that hung upon every traveler on Vacuo.
But they only caused him to smirk. He didn't know what it was, but despite having heard the stories, despite having seen and experienced them first-hand, he could not feel scared of Rose.
She was just trying so hard to be intimidating, to the point that he simply couldn't take her seriously. Granado had met more than one person capable of causing people around them to turn submissive and scared by their sheer presence alone.
Compared to them, Rose was just a try-hard.
Approaching the rest of his door, he crouched in front of it, making it look like he was assessing how to clean the mess. But in fact, his whole attention was on the corner of his eye, seeing Rose angrily leave with a smirk on his face.
He could tell he had gotten under her skin. And it was so obvious why then even him, on his increasingly drunken stupor, could guess it out.
Maybe she would try to forget about this meeting altogether afterward, but he would make sure she did not in the immediate future.
Doing his best to get it right, he summoned his clon on Rose's path, enough out of the way for her to not downright see it, but just enough for it to appear on her peripheral vision befor quickly making it dissapear.
He would try to make her see a hallucination, if you may.
And even if she suspected it being a clone, the only thing she would see if she turned around would be Granado cleaning the remains of his door.
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[attr="class","sinner2"]
[attr="class","sinnerlyric"]No matter what you leave behind, it'll still weight you down if you don't let it go