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.
My word, injuries sucked ass so much. The broken leg Chloro acquired during that bullshit night was so debiltating and tragic. The makeshift splint she was given and then added too after disappearing wasn't the greatest as she still couldn't apply too much pressure to the leg in question, so she had a single crutch to help movement. However, that was besides the point. This evening was the finish of her plans and she needed the funds and materials for it. Even though she managed to get some metal and electronical scrap from nearby junksites, she needed some money to purchase some of the more advanced components. She knew a reliable source in the Ground District to get the components in question but she needed some funds from elsewhere. Dressed in shorts, a vest top and her green mask to cover her neck, she headed on out.
So a Wind District street was chosen to make the play, pickpocketing a few passerbys before she retreated back to the supplier. It went off relatively without much problem but she needed a few more bits of loose change to really solidify what she needed, which was a mistake. She hadn't realised that someone had caught wind and had eyes on her, despite her innate feeling that someone was watching. Chloro had this feeling since that shit night, but her instinct was literally screaming at her right now to abandon the plan and head back to the garage. Her bike needed repairs still and she had all the parts for it right now, but her prototypes needed these parts too. Ignoring her instinct to flee, she pressed on to a more popular street.
People were heading home from work and were either tired of grumpy right now. So, they weren't paying attention to their purses and wallets, which helped Chloro pick a few more pockets before eventually making her way towards the Ground District again. Her leg was starting to cause grief so she stopped by a quick drugstore to grab a few weaker painkillers, as the stronger stuff caused massive problems due to her reduced weight as well. Nearing dangerously low levels, even weaker painkillers had amplified effects. She took a stop to take these new pills and take some time off her leg, not knowing who was exactly nearby waiting for her to stop. She looked at her scroll, and a few messages had come through expressing concerns of attendence but she kept ignoring them all. They were probably lying anyway, disappointments never got second chances so why bother?