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 Kishka Burzanova on Apr 28, 2021 18:12:01 GMT -5
CHERNYY K. BURZANOVA
Sanctum Academy.
A short, scrawny, porcelain-haired girl practically skipped through the doors of the Argus combat school's gym locker room, making excited punching gestures as soon as she was out of sight of her peers. Sweat was dripping down her face, but she didn't notice- it was her first day at the Academy, and she was already punching way over her weight class.
Literally, actually.
It was their first combat class, and while she knew beating Bel was never really an option, and going up against Cressida was borderline insane, there was a third girl who didn't seem to be as far out of her league as those two- someone strong enough that she could easily cement herself immediately as a legitimate threat to her peers. Tall, obscenely ripped, and super-manly for a girl, she looked way tougher than the other kids. But not tougher than Kishka- she'd been training for a year already, and even had her weapon picked out. It was a super-cool, badass, umbrella, just like Alabastor Naples's weapon from the old days, before he upgraded to his better-known grenade-launcher cane in Issue #139: The Wolf Bites Back.
Or well, his wasn't an umbrella, of course. It was a cane! Duh, everyone knew that. But she didn't have a cane, she had an umbrella, because that was what was lying around when she started sparring with Bel.
At any rate, she'd picked her fight, when the teacher asked for volunteers to spar- she was eager to take her shot, and to the big girl's credit, when she called her out in front of everybody, she didn't back down.
It was almost unfair how bad she beat her, though.
Other girl was super strong, but she didn't even seem like she knew how to fight at all. Kind of disappointing, honestly, but she was still huge, so people had to have been super-duper impressed that she kicked that much ass, with just an umbrella.
She hopped in the shower, humming to herself, incredibly pleased with her first victory. At this rate, she was going to become the single-most world-renowned Huntress ever, in like a week, tops. And then she was going to kick Bel's ass in front of everyone, and then she would cry, and Kishka would be the world champion, and she'd go on to beat the Vytal Festival too, and then she'd probably take over a village somewhere and rule over it with an iron fist or something, like Alabastor did in Issue #445: City of Savages.
Except her city wouldn't be framed as a barbaric society of uncomfortably animalistic Faunus thugs and criminals, who wanted to eat human babies for some reason.
It was a problematic story, okay?
But Alabastor was cool. The best villain, even though he really should have been framed as the good guy.
Suddenly, from just outside her shower stall, she heard a familiar voice.
Familiar, not only in that she recognized it immediately, but familiar in that it was, tone aside, essentially her own voice. She scowled from behind the curtain.
"Chernyy, Chernyy, Chernyy..." Smug, mocking. Like a bird's triumphant song, celebrating the massive shit it took on your windshield.
Her twin.
"Belyy. What do you want?"
"What? I just came to congratulate you on your first ever win! You've come a long way." Ugh.
"Get to the point."
She could practically hear the devious smile creep up the golden girl's stupid face. "That's all. Just wanted to say I'm proud of you, sis. You're going to do just fine at Sanctum. Who knows? Maybe you'll even beat me someday. Fingers crossed, right?" She laughed, cackling away at her own stupid joke. Kishka's nose crinkled. What a bitch.
"Yeah. I will. Just you wait, I'll make you regret being born! I'll show everyone not to mess with Chernyy Burzanova. You'll see. You'll all see. Corner a wolf, and watch it bite back!" Classic line. She couldn't take full credit for that one- Issue 8: The Grey-Fanged Menace. She could feel Bel rolling her eyes from the outside of the stall, as she finished rinsing her hair.
"Totally. You show them, Chernyy. Anyway, gotta split- Semblance-training lesson. One on one with the teacher, she says I've got a lot of potential. Maybe if you put a little more time into your telekinesis thing, you'll get invited to special individual lessons too! Keep at it." Kishka snarled and went to throw the curtain open to respond, but by the time she'd worked up the correct dramatic timing, Bel was gone.
"I hate you... Ugh. Day. Ruined!" All the excitement of her glorious win, the first best moment of her life so far, was sapped from her in an instant as she stomped to her locker to throw on her after-school clothes. Jeans and a commemorative 18th Vytal Festival T-shirt, bearing a stylized Team CBLT logo, and a stunning silhouette of Luna Lynn, the runner-up of that year's Festival. And of course, her jacket- same one she wore every day, black leather, with a top-hatted wolf head glaring out from the back, with glowing golden eyes.
In matching gold and a gaudy font, the word "Wolfhunter" was emblazoned beneath the werewolf's snarling jaws.
At least her favorite outfit could bring some level of joy back into her life...
Ugh.
She rolled her eyes and grabbed her bag (also Golden-Eyed Werewolf Slayer themed), heading back out into the gym as she let her hair air-dry. Though, to her surprise, she noticed a lone figure in the large gymnasium. Classes ended an hour ago, what was someone else still doing here? Damn. Dedication.
And as she approached, headed for the door, she realized all too late that she'd been staring, trying to figure out who it was, until the figure stood up again, to her full height, and suddenly Kishka's face was flushed with embarrassment, as she recognized the girl who she'd only very recently, very publicly, humiliated in their combat class.
And now it was too late to just awkwardly leave the room like she hadn't noticed Loser McLoserpants standing there.
"Oh. Uh. Hey. Uh. Y'know, school's over right? I mean... Uh. Like. Why are you still here?"
Post by Berwyn Rhodes on May 5, 2021 18:12:03 GMT -5
Fuck, fuck fuck, fuck fuck.
Fuck that cheating loser, fuck this school, fuck everything.
It was the very singular mindset that coursed through Berwyn's head right now as she was laying on the floor. Class was over, and everyone was going to do fuck all. Shopping, going home, hanging out. Bunch of cheaters, all of them. The teacher had asked if she wanted to go to the nurse to check out the bruises.
No, she didn't.
Her body recovered all right, even though it was slower than even freshmen at the school. She just needed a moment. A moment to think about the shitshow just now. It didn't make any sense! It was unfair! Berwyn was big and strong! She could easily bench-press more than even adults could! Hell, she could bench press adults!
But then how are all of these scrawny runts so much stronger?!
Berwyn knew the answer in the back of her head. She had heard it a million times! They were here in a school for the exact reason for them to develop it!
Aura.
Fucking wildcard to explain all kinds of bullshit!
Oh, why can this one girl make clones of herself? Aura!
Why can you throw a student from five stories and they be fine? AURA!
How, oh how…can a little shit first year student defeat someone who was twice her size and three times her weight? Aura… Berwyn knew that she was a late-bloomer. She knew that while she had her aura unlocked, she had trouble using it. She had pure strength that was still on par if not better than all of her fellow students. But that came from her muscles. She didn’t have a shield to protect her, or the same kind of senses others started to develop. Her body healed from injuries though, far quicker than it would if she didn’t have any aura… but it was still nothing to write home about. And she could not accept this.
There was no way that Aura gave people that much of an edge that it couldn’t be overcome with more training. Berwyn didn’t needed aura, or a semblance! She was big! She was strong! No fucking way that anything like that could ever be surpassed if she just worked even harder! She was Berwyn Rhodes!
She tried to sit somewhat upright again. Berwyn could fill her ribs. They hurt. But that hurt gave her focus. Focus that she would need. The student who beat her. Cherny… She would not get a second chance! No! Berwyn had been a bit too bold in trying to take on an opponent she didn’t knew! Hadn’t expected her fighting style! She could adapt! She could make sure that this wasn’t going to be anything to worry about!
The tall girl’s worrying and planning was then rudely interrupted.
She thought that everyone had long left the gymnasium, but Berwyn could hear footsteps. And when the crouched down figure looked across the room…she saw her. The source of her very bad day.
Standing up fully now, Berwyn would have stood far taller than the little twerp ever could hope to be. Stronger, taller, better looking. She asked why Berwyn was still here…the white-haired giant could only scowl. “You-“ She could barely speak one word before a sharp pain was felt right in her ribs. Still, it did make whatever she wanted to say way more threatening than intended. A solid ‘you’ was never the wrong thing to say to your enemies. Maybe going to the nurse wasn’t a stupid idea. Still…not now. After flinching slightly, Berwyn closed the distance between herself and Kishka. A scowl on her face remained as she kept speaking in a ragged breath. “Don’t think this means…anything…I am…not losing…to your kind…”
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Last Edit: May 5, 2021 18:12:38 GMT -5 by Berwyn Rhodes
Post by Kishka Burzanova on May 8, 2021 1:58:12 GMT -5
CHERNYY K. BURZANOVA
Oh fuck she hadn't expected her to stand up like that.
It was probably a good thing Kishka had already gone to the bathroom before her shower, or she'd have absolutely pissed herself right then. Who the fuck wouldn't have? Chick was a fucking giant, and she looked super pissed off.
Sore loser, much?
The smaller white-haired girl flinched at the singular utterance directed towards her, fully unaware of the fact that Berwyn had not really intended to say anything that intimidating. She was like a deer in headlights for a moment, actually, not really sure what the fuck to do next. And she flinched again, but hid it just a little better, as she stormed closer, towering over the much smaller Burzanova. Was this girl about to snap her in half or something? She would very much like to not be snapped in half, thank you.
Contrary to her attitude and manner of speaking in front of her peers, Kishka really was, above all else, an anxiety-riddled teenager filled with insecurities and unhealthy facades for dealing with them. She was a million miles out of her league, and scared shitless.
But what she lacked in a definitive backbone, she knew she could always make up for by bluffing and acting bigger than she was.
As Berwyn finished her menacing declaration of comic book style revenge, very much akin to the Florentine Fiend's monologue, "Arachnid Lad," Issue #3, Kishka puffed out her chest a little, which was probably not even noticeable, considering her toothpick frame.
"O-oh yeah? And what the hell do you mean by my kind?" It was as much a counter-threat as it was a genuine question- she had no fucking idea what Berwyn was talking about, but she was going to get really mad about it regardless, because hopefully that would get the bigger girl to back down.
"I don't think this does mean anything! Bet you're real used to being the top dog around here, huh? Well y-you're not! That's me. I'll kick anyone's ass, I just started with yours so I could get the extra double weaklings off my list early. You don't scare me."
Hell yeah. That'll show her. Kishka stood as tall as she could, staring straight up into Berwyn's face with her mouth clenched shut as she finished speaking, a glare in her eyes that was only a little uncomfortable.
Quickly, she realized that her umbrella was actually hanging on the rack by the door.
So she really hoped Berwyn wasn't actually looking to hit her or anything, because she was positive if she had to fight the giantess barehanded, she would just end up breaking her knuckles.
But if she moved for her weapon, she would totally look like a little weapon-grabbing punk. And that was almost as bad as dying.
So instead, she just firmly held her ground and waited for the monster girl's reaction.
"Besides, not my fault you're a Loser McLoserpants LOSER!"
Yeah, that'll show her. Put her right in her place.