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.
If he had known such a place existed earlier, he'd have made it his first destination upon arriving in the city. The forested area of the park brought back warm memories of his time growing up in the high mountains, far away from the society that he was now experiencing. A trail of mist escaped his lips as he stood in the beautiful clearing, hands in the pockets of his black pants. It was cold, but it wasn't anything unbearable. He'd grown up in much worse conditions. Instead the chill only served to awaken his senses, making him realize that he really was in an entirely different place now. That a new chapter of his life had begun. He was a student in Haven Academy now. The first step of his goal was completed and now he only had to endure the next three years to grasp the title that he so desired.
He walked forward, his black longcoat billowing behind him as he did so. There was one more reason why he had come here, to this place so devoid of the bustling townsfolk the city was known for. It was the memorial. The one dedicated to all the people who had given their lives to ensure he even had a shot of his dream in the first place. A somber smile danced upon his lips as he read all the names. They had all fought and died as heroes. Something that was to be forever respected. He raised his right hand to his chin and rubbed it, thinking about the war of old and all the battles that had been fought both in and around this land. Battles that his beloved Grandfather had taken part in. Would he ever see battle like that? Would he ever be in a life or death situation? Would his name ever be plastered on this memorial as well?
As these questions buzzed through his mind, he saw someone out of the corner of his eye. They were garbed in what appeared to be a robe, obviously to protect against the elements. At least, that's how his mind processed it. While part of him wanted to continue enjoying the solitude and thinking about what was to come, another part of him wanted to seek out companionship. Sure he didn't know how it'd go, but he was banking on his naturally stoic facade to do most of the heavy lifting. Fake it till you make it, that was one of the mottos his Grandfather always said around the house and it was one that Faolan took to heart.
The real question was to how approach this stranger. Should he wave them over? Or should he be the one to head over to them? He knew he couldn't waste time debating for long so after about a second, he decided on the latter option. He walked over, feet gliding softly across the grass beneath him. Thanks to his rather large stride, he had managed to close the distance between them quite easily.
"Yo." He said as he walked up to the stranger, a confident, totally not faked grin, painting his face. "You enjoying the night air too?"
Never approach too strongly. That was something he learned from his Grandfather. Always open with a question, even if it was a simple one. If they responded positively, proceed. If not, retreat. Never force an interaction with someone. Else you might just get decked in the face. A sight he recalled seeing quite a few times when he was younger. His Grandfather really didn't have the best tact out there.
All he could do now was wait and hope he didn't get on their bad side.
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Last Edit: Dec 14, 2020 22:35:23 GMT -5 by Deleted
Post by Sinopia DeStellanova on Dec 16, 2020 4:05:30 GMT -5
Money was quickly becoming an issue. It wasn't like they were going to run out any time soon, but unsurprisingly trying to take care of an entire town's worth of refugees took a lot of money. Even if they were being as cheap as possible and only focusing on the necessities, just feeding them cost a fortune, and they were hoping to be able to do more than that. Her and her partner were trying to build up an abandoned area in the Ground District to be a comfortable place for people to live, and that couldn't be done with food alone. It was the first time in a long time she actually had to worry about how much money they had and how much they were spending. There was a lot of work to be done, but any time she saw some easy jobs for decent cash, she took a bit of time to do that.
That's why Sienna was out today. Apparently some rich asshole lost their cat last time they went to the Wind District and wanted someone to find them. One look at the photo and she recognized the cat immediately as one of the ones that regularly accosted her when she went grocery shopping, so its escape probably had nothing to do with where the owner was and was something the cat had been doing for a long time. Why the cat felt the need to do this worried her, but if he was that good at escaping she supposed she didn't have to worry too much. Thus, she got enough money for about a week's worth of groceries for less than an hour of work doing something harmless that didn't involve serious risk to herself for once. It feel pretty good.
The shortest path home took her through the park, which was always pleasant to walk through. It was leaving her in a good mood and more relaxed than she had been in awhile (for as much as she could say she was ever relaxed). Driving to deliver the cat and get home probably would have been faster, but after all the work she had been doing, having a bit of time to herself to clear her mind was nice and the cool air was helping. She stayed on the sidewalk with her head up and her hands in the pockets of her oversized coat. All of her clothes were a couple of sizes too big for her, and were a bit looser than she would wear if she wasn't trying to hide her faunus features.
Sienna didn't react to the footsteps or the voice at first. It wasn't one she recognized, so she assumed he was talking to someone else. It wasn't until he was right next to her and clearly talking to her that she stopped, blinked, looked over her shoulder just to make sure that he really wasn't talking to someone else, then looked back at him.
"Oh, I'm sorry, were you talking to me? Yes, I suppose I am. This park is really beautiful," she paused. "Did you need something?"