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 20, 2021 12:18:46 GMT -5
KISHKA BURZANOVA
Ugh.
That tunnel was way too long.
Kishka groaned as she rose to her feet, stretching her back and surveying the scene. Sure enough, just as she had initially planned, the gunman was taken out completely by the mountainside.
Likely a gruesome end for him, but that wasn't exactly her problem, at the end of the day. He could have just as easily stood down, and frankly, the fact that he was attacking the train made him a terrorist, and she wasn't going to lose any sleep over killing him. She'd done far worse, to far less deserving people.
"Right. Back to-"
Movement from below caught her attention immediately, as a fast-moving figure darted past her. Black leather clothes and a biker helmet. She didn't recognize the figure at all, only that they were moving quickly, towards the front of the train.
The stranger was fast.
Kishka was faster.
She didn't have to move very far, either, only sprinting a few feet towards the end of the train car, before hooking Chloro's neck with the crook of her umbrella, and giving a sharp shove towards the roof of the train, grabbing her shoulder as she jerked the faunus down. As she pushed her down, Chloro would feel a sensation as her steely Aura mingled with Kishka's jet black. It took longer than Kishka attaching her semblance to an inanimate object, but since she was already pinning Chloro with the umbrella clothesline, she had ample time to surprise her with her semblance as well.
Within seconds, Chloro was pinned to the roof of the train, without the strength to pull herself to her feet immediately. Fortunately, Kishka couldn't exactly pin her down forever, but she had the clear upper hand at once, considering her superior speed and far better combat capabilities than the stealthy engineer.
"You. Talk, fast. Who are you working for, and what are you planning to do in the engine room? Answer carefully, or I will kill you." And with her umbrella's pointed tip angled down at Chloro's throat, it was hopefully abundantly clear that she was by no means bluffing.
Notes// E Sem Grapple | Aura// 68% | WC// 355 | TWC// 355
What she thought would happen, didn't happen. She was going to zoom past Kishka, and get back to work in working out the positions of everything. However... plans never go accordingly so. She thought she had managed to dodge the girl, but the hook of the umbrella caught her in the shoulder and she felt everything get yanked back. She winced hard as she fell to the floor, and found herself reasonably stuck. Tilted her head side to side, she eventually looked back up to the annoying interruption that had pinned her. Definitely a semblance at work. But, she manuevued in a way to slip her scroll out, as well as using her other arm to press something in the back of her helmet, as words in large block text would appear on her visor, each word appearing as they moved from right to left as they appeared.
"I. Work. For. Myself. Aiding. Huntsmen."
Hopefully this would be enough for the woman to let her go, but she wasn't too sure.
Post by Kishka Burzanova on May 20, 2021 17:18:54 GMT -5
KISHKA BURZANOVA
The stranger went for her pocket, and Kishka immediately prepared to strike, but fortunately for Chloro, she was able to fish the Scroll out easily- it was only really her back that was being pressed into the train's roof. And as the words flashed across her visor, giving Kishka momentary pause, the biker would also notice that the pressure on her back was relaxed, allowing her to sit up if she wanted to.
Standing, however, was out of the question, as Kishka didn't relent with the umbrella to her throat.
The Huntress frowned, trying to place where she had seen someone use their Scroll like that before. It had been a while, but she did recall one of her classmates "speaking" in a similar manner, though not with anything as fancy as a visor display. The memory was faint, though, and not enough of a resemblance for her to immediately assume the identity of the biker woman.
The words, though, drew some red flags.
"Aiding Huntsmen? Then why the hell didn't you go through the Huntsman communications line? Very least, should have announced yourself instead of running right past me. Friendly fire's a waste of my time. Also didn't answer my question. What are you headed to the engine room for?"
This whole situation was sketchy as all hell.
While there was a possibility the stranger was genuinely truthful about coming here to help, it seemed just as likely that this was some sort of trick- could easily have been a terrorist who caught wind of their arrival, and moved ahead to reinforce the hijacker in the front of the train, before running into Kishka.
She wasn't taking any chances she didn't have to take.
One wrong word. One wrong step. One wrong action, and this entire heist goes to shit for her. She was certainly given a bit more room with the aiding huntsmen comment, however Kishka was still wary. She needed to diffuse the situation. With the hand behind her back, she had memorized the entire keyboard of a scroll both landscape and portrait, so she can get away with this with ease... hopefully. The stronger of the two asked about not going through huntsmen communication, which gained an unseen eyeroll, as she already did that. They clearly aren't too concerned with information. The words in bold writing would appear on her visor again.
Hopefully this gave the information she needed, as Chloro was antsy and ready to go at a moments notice. As for the friendly fire comment, she chuckled silently. She has friendly fire in her entire troope of huntsmen. "Friendly. Fire. Inevitable. Terrible. Choices. Emotions. Bad. Huntsmen. Calculated. Required." She followed it with a two names, Ruqa and Nik before another string of words. "I. Kassandra. Wraith. I. Know. All. About. You. Them. Go. Back." Maybe the hint would be taken, and Chloro would start to pick herself back up, and prep herself to take off for the engine of the train. Especially once Kishka stops to look at the intel she provided.
Post by Kishka Burzanova on May 24, 2021 9:28:30 GMT -5
KISHKA BURZANOVA
This whole visor thing was starting to piss her the hell off.
She didn't give one flying fuck about the stranger's need for anonymity. This was a life or death situation, with over a hundred passengers in danger, not to mention crew, and very important cargo. Kishka glanced down at her Scroll, like the woman "said," but her umbrella didn't leave Chloro's throat as she did so.
Information?
What infor-...
Oh.
It clicked.
Just before "Kassandra" properly identified herself. "Nik... Ugh. I don't have time for games. Why didn't you identify yourself immediately, assuming you have nothing to hide from me?" The whole thing was fishy, and frankly, she did not trust this person beyond the intel she'd so generously shared.
There wasn't any proof that this wasn't a setup. Kassandra Wraith was an unknown quantity, and something she had not factored into the equation. Which made her a dangerous liability.
Unfortunately, Reed's messages reached her at the least convenient time.
She glanced back towards the third car, brow furrowed a bit as she assessed his depiction of the situation. "Understood. On the rooftop with person claiming to be Kassandra Wraith. Heading to the control room no- not so fast!" She sprinted forward as soon as Chloro moved, but this time, she wasn't quite fast enough to catch the clever girl.
Blown backwards, away from the train, she couldn't help but feel like interrogating the woman, as opposed to outright knocking her unconscious and tying her up for later, was the wrong move...
Annoying.
But she'd find her answers one way or another, once she reached the engine car...