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 May 7, 2021 22:43:43 GMT -5
KISHKA BURZANOVA
Luckily, Erytheia was safe.
No doubt frustrated with how things had gone, and Kishka couldn't blame her at all, if that were the case, but she was alive and not severely wounded, which was what really mattered. Things seemed to be settling down a lot, so Kishka helped her friend out of the mangled mess of the car, and returned to Argent's side, to go look for straggling Grimm that were missed in everybody's attempt to stop the Dust Ward Killer himself.
She was a little battered and worse for wear- Argent seemed a bit better off than she was, at least, but it was clear he was a little worn out as well. Straight from that creep's attack on Boris's party, to the Killer's location. She didn't mind that she hadn't been able to take him on herself as planned, honestly- it was better that she was able to help out with the Geists attacking Erytheia and her entourage. But now she was tired. She reached Argent and, without really thinking about it too much, slumped into his chest, like she often did after a long training session.
Except this time, there was a sudden sense that maybe she shouldn't have done that.
She pulled away shortly after, a bit more alert and awake than moments ago. There hadn't been a lot of time for them to talk while handling everything that had happened that night, so now that the worst was over, she was starting to feel a little uncomfortable again.
Why was she uncomfortable?
It was just Argent.
"I'm sorry..." Uncharacteristically quiet.
She wasn't entirely sure what she was apologizing for either. Running off without warning towards the Kozak leader, to help Erytheia? Leaning against him just then? The whole mess that their relationship had been for the past month and a half? For all the stress she'd caused him by shutting out the one person in the world who cared about her enough to jump into a whirlwind for her sake?
Maybe she was just apologizing because she wasn't good enough. Because she didn't deserve him.
"Grimm. We should... Make sure there's no stragglers."
She glanced down at her hands, grimacing as she remembered that her gloves were gone. The skin on her neck crawled as she was subjected to the same gory mess that her imagination had been conjuring up for over a year now. It had gotten so much worse lately... She couldn't remember if she'd told Argent much about it. The gloves were definitely new, though he'd probably noticed them in classes at least.
She started to move, but hesitated.
She wasn't entirely sure where to start searching for Grimm, for one thing- it was a big city, and she hadn't actually witnessed much but the end result of the Killer's warpath through the district. But she was also reluctant to just leave things the way they were.
They had a job to do.
That was the first priority.
Still.
After weeks of being completely unwilling to speak to Argent, there was so much she wanted to say. And so very little that she felt capable of saying... It was frustrating.