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 Sinopia DeStellanova on May 19, 2021 21:49:57 GMT -5
Sienna ignored all of Kishka's ramblings, perfectly content to act like she never heard them in the first place. She just kept a small smile on her face that might have been soft and gentle if it wasn't so stiff that it looked like if one of her facial muscles twitched wrong her entire face would crack. Appearing clueless suited her needs right now because that was one hell of a question to drop on some random stranger and she didn't know how to answer it, nor did she want to try. The situation was delicate and she didn't want to make things worse.
An ugly thought crept into her head, which tended to happen when dealing with people like this. Actually doing all this felt awful and was making her heart race, so part of her wondered why she was even bothering. Why did she even care? She had no reason to believe that Kishka was going to be any different from any other Huntress or trainee. Kishka's Vytal matches made her look crazy enough -- at least the ones that she could see because there wasn't a huge sand storm on the field. She didn't even want to know what Kishka was talking about with that other crazy looking trainee during the 2v2 match. Both of their smiles were disturbing.
However, letting nature take its course like this felt wrong. Even when she and Alina had to kill their target, they were normally killed quickly, barring the need for an interrogation. There was no reason to let someone suffer like that. No, even that was a terrible way to look at it. Why was her default assumption that Kishka somehow deserved to die? Well, she knew the answer to that, but she shouldn't let her biases control her judgement like that. Besides, she didn't think anyone deserved to feel like this.
Well, that explained why she cared. More cognitive bias. Brains were fucking stupid. She was thinking way too hard about this.
The puke got a small wince, but not much more of a reaction, especially since only trace amounts hit her shoes. She had seen far worse in terms of bodily fluids spewing everywhere, so stuff like this didn't bother her that much anymore. The smell was awful though. Kishka already reeked of alcohol, but this just made it more obvious what the trainee was doing out here. That small smile still remained on her face like her jaw would collapse if she moved it as she tried to hoist Kishka back into a position where she could hopefully move more easily again. Once she felt like one of her arms were free, she reached for the water bottle she took running with her and offered it to Kishka. Unfortunately, she didn't have anything for the trainee to wipe her mouth with, so that was going to have to go through the dishwasher a few times and there was near zero chance she'd drink any more of it herself.
"It's alright. Does your stomach feel better now? Water?"
The forest in this area was denser than she thought it would be. There were buildings and stuff up here, so she figured it'd be more like an inhabited area rather than the wilderness. She also expected a path from the training hall to the main building, but there wasn't an obvious one. It was probably covered by snow, along with the tracks that any students that came by here earlier might have left. Suppressing a sigh, she looked around, but all she could see were trees.
"Which way do you live?"
It seemed like a natural enough question for a stranger to ask at least.
Post by Kishka Burzanova on Jun 7, 2021 6:56:08 GMT -5
KISHKA BURZANOVA
She felt a bottle pressed into her hand, and stared down at it, dumbfounded.
Her initial thought was to fling it at one of the trees, like all the others, but then she registered that this one was different. Plastic. And not as empty. Heard a voice talking to her. Lolled her head to the side, and saw a blurry redhead holding her up.
Water?
Oh.
It was water.
She frowned at the bottle, but took a swig of it anyways. Only half of what she drank actually reached her mouth- the rest cascaded off her lips, onto the snow below. She didn't seem to notice, but at least it did a good enough job of cleaning some of the puke from her face.
And then she caught the first thing she'd said, before water. A question.
"Mm. No. Not really. Feel like shit."
Whether she meant her stomach, or something else entirely, was up for debate. The look in her eyes was pretty telling, though, that she probably wasn't referring to her stomach.
The stranger asked another question.
Where did she live?
"Holly's gone..." That wasn't exactly a helpful answer.
She trudged through the snow, about half a step behind Sienna, no matter how hard the faunus might have tried to get her to walk more purposefully towards the dorms. She was stumbling, but at least she was moving. A few moments later, she managed to finally respond. "This way. Through the uh... That bush." Her directions weren't entirely clear, but they were at least helpful enough, in conjunction with the trail of broken tree limbs and shattered glass she'd left in her wake on the way there. Of course, that trail petered out as they drew closer to the actual path leading through Haven Academy, but by then, it was at least clear which direction lead towards the school.
"Why'd she have to die...? Coulda saved her. I was too slow. She didn't... didn't need to die. She was a good person. Just did some dumb shit." She swiveled towards Sienna, nearly tripping in the process, before righting herself. "You did some dumb shit! I did... I did dumb shit... too. We all did dumb shit, but why, why her? Why her!?" Holly should have stayed home. Kishka's expression had once again shifted from a pitiful sadness to a misdirected anger, for another few seconds, before subsiding.
She resumed her glum shamble towards home, remaining quiet for a few more seconds of the journey. When she finally did speak up again, it was softer; more hurt than angry. "School's bad for people."
She didn't say anything else for another few moments, almost as if she were weighing her words before saying any more.
"This school, mean. 'S'bad. Gives people... stupid ideas. Makes'em think they can do anything. Gives'em hope." She thought of Aegle. Stupid girl thought she could really be a Huntress, with a broken body, and a few years left to live. Thought of Holly. Came to Haven to get stronger so she could help her family on their island. Now she was dead. She wasn't cut out for Haven- should have stayed home.
Haven didn't have nearly as many success stories as it had tragedies.
"Not everyone needs t'be a Huntress. Most of'em can't do it. She should've stayed home..."