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 Kelsie Valkyrie on Jun 21, 2021 16:26:54 GMT -5
In the dark hours of the early morning, finding Kelsie awake and ready to tackle the day was common, if not routine-like at this point. Having an entire room to herself due to her colossal size, she made sure to use all of the space whenever she could. A big disadvantage to colossal wings was beds never accomodated her. A hammock on the other hand? The best she could do, and it wasn't too bad. So above the unused and constantly clean bed was a hammock about 5 feet off the ground. It had managed to hold her weight so far, so it was good. After a wake-up drink of a protein shake, gotta keep up the muscle mass after all, she took to the cold and quiet streets of Kerch. With her drink in hand, she took to her morning 5k run, making sure to take in the quiet sights of the city.
She hadn't made too much conversation to any of her "league mates" as you could call them, she's been too busy taking care of herself and business before fully committing to this "Revolutionary League". Whatever it was, it was a means to cause more chaos for those in charge. She hated those in charge. Authority figures never mingled well with Kelsie, but she made do with the situations that didn't turn into all out brawls. The quiet streets were a new and welcome experience for her. No complaints in this corner so far. The 5km run didn't take too long to finish, next was to hit some weights and keep her technique of skull breaking up.
She managed to set up a temporary outside gym in a relatively public sector near her home as whilst her "home" was big, it couldn't fit the equipment she brought along with her. Hitting the weights first, she decided to go for the normal benchpress of about 200kg initially, and increasing it by 5kg incriments after about 10 minutes each time, before taking a small rest. About one hour and a half had passed by the time she moved onto a large-ish block of stone in the shape of a humanoid. Whether anyone was around, they'd notice an interesting move she would display as she began "training" on the block of stone.
Firstly, she would sweep the stone from it's "legs", causing it to topple before catching it with a foot, and launching it up, followed by a second kick to keep it up. Then her right foot would hook it and send it crashing into the ground with such force, it would bounce up slightly before she gave a great spartan kick-like blow, sending it into a wall and shattering into smaller, finer pieces of rubble and rocks. The kick would also trigger her semblance, as columns of wind would surround her wings and limbs, as she launched herself into a flurry of blows, wing slams and slashes and kicks at a poor training dummy that would honestly get torn into pieces.
As the wind flickered out, she would get a small sensation come over her, as she turned around slowly and spoke out aloud. "Ay, I know you're here watchin', come on out stranger!" Word Count: 536/536
Post by Marion Linette on Jun 23, 2021 19:34:24 GMT -5
After dealing with some shit regarding some of the regularly more troublesome bandits. Marion roamed through the streets of Kerch, bored out of her fucking mind.
Wich was a dangerous prospect. Since her mind had a tendency to wander to weird places when she was bored. But the last raid had been what felt like ages ago, and people around there seemed more concerned with stuff like construction to properly entertain her.
This sucked. Marion guessed it was best to have people actively working in making that dump a better place to live, but until that was done, she didn’t have many options to pass the time. She could go watch tv or something, but the signal was limited, to say the least, and electricity had become some of a commodity lately.
So she took to wander for a bit, stopping to buy a hamburger at a recently opened family café. But she didn’t stay inside much. The people of Kerch were a little too stoic, too focused for her liking... In other words, too fucking boring.
Taking a big bite, the blonde bandit admired the construction work happening in the castle that oversaw the entirety of the small town. Where she soon would find herself living with any luck. And with a resigned sigh, she started walking towards the gym. Although more interested in some eye candy and small talk than any form of physical activity. She had enough of that with Alina being on her ass about training every now and then.
But she didn’t even make it here. As on the way towards the gym, a noise caught her attention, making her take a peek inside what seemed to be a secluded public exercising place to witness a strange scene. A fucking gigantic woman with wings the size of a sports car. Now, this was something else...
Leaning against a nearby wall, Marion made a show of watching the woman train, first lifting what looked like an impossible weight. And then venting out her frustrations on a stone that was about to see the worst day of its life.
This continued for a while until finally, the crow woman turned around, calling out Marion’s presence there. As she apparently knew that she was being watched by someone.
-No, I’m not. I’m just a product of your imagination- Called out Marion in a ghostly voice, moving her hands in front of her body like a mime pretending to be invisible.
After her weird introduction, she began walking towards the winged woman. Relaxed but still clearly curious about this sigh in front of her. Truth be told, Marion was a little offended that the raven girl assumed she was spying on her...
Well, she technically was spying on her. But she wasn’t being subtle about it at all! It just couldn’t be helped that Marion was a little curious after witnessing the bizarre training regime of who she assumed to be another one of the Kozak enforcers.
-Sup. Haven’t seen you around. I think it would remember it- Especially with that gust of wind swirling around her wings. Was that a semblance or something? Marion wasn’t sure, she didn’t have one, so it never concerned her what others could do or not with theirs.
It might as well be a weird use of dust. Marion had actually seen some people do crazy shit with that before. But there was only one way to figure it out.
-Was just checking you out. Not many people train with stone dummies of all things. Does that work for you?- She asked, taking a final munch of her burger before carelessly discarding the paper-wrap behind her.
-I’m Marion. I work for Alina. Take it it’s something similar for you? You seem handy in a fight-
Post by Kelsie Valkyrie on Jun 29, 2021 6:53:00 GMT -5
As she called out the supposed spy, a moment passed before a blonde girl turned a corner, acting a bit odd to begin with before becoming normal. Kelsie leaned on one leg as she placed a hand on her opposite hip, with a cocked eyebrow as she approached. She analysed the girl over again and again, taking in any signs of behaviour that meant a fight was brewing. However, as the girl came closer and closer, she slowly began to loosen the grip on her fists, letting them relax. The girl seemed just curious. "Heh, I ain't seen you around either hun." She gave a slightly cocky smile, just as her semblance pettered out, the windstorm around her limbs and wings disappating. Taking a step forward, she would stand infront of the smaller girl, towering an entire foot over here, before patting her head.
"I'm Kelsie, you can call me Kel though, most others do. I do work for Alina too, stronger than most here." She then turned to the stone structures she used for training... or at least the crumbled remnants of the demolishing beating she just gave it. "Well ah, most training dummies break under my beatings. Gotta give it ya all of course." She gave a large smirk before stretching with a crack and taking a swig of a bottle. "So dear, what's caught your eyes to bring you here eh? Looking for an adventure? A good time?" She would lean in with a large smirk. "Multiple... good times?"
Then she would pull back with a laugh. "Whatcha do then Marion? You ain't looking as strong as ya could be." Word Count: 273/809
Post by Marion Linette on Jul 6, 2021 18:11:40 GMT -5
At first, Marion believed she may have fucked up when she noticed how on edge the bird-lady seemed to be at her sudden intrusion. But as the moments passed, it became clear that it had been just a brief scare. As Kelsie now seemed to be much more relaxed than before.
She even got closer and... Pat Marion in the head? Now that was strange. Was Kelsie trying to assert dominance or something? Well, she could do that by T-posing like any regular person. Marion didn’t get why the Kozaks liked being so touchy happy with strangers.
Maybe it was a Mistral thing? She didn’t know, but she was not a child to keep enjoying head pats at her age. So she shot Kelsie a weird look, not angry nor confrontational. Just a kind of “what the fuck?” look before smiling and leaning a little away from the hand.
-Nice to meet you, Kel. I can tell most people here don’t hold a candle to you- Marion said, giving a little praise where it was due. She seriously doubted your average Iron Wolf would be breaking stone with their bare hands anytime soon.
-Huh. You should probably speak with Sinopia about making you a steel dummy then. Or Russet, they take care of most things relating logistics and the like- She mentioned, leaning into the stone debris with interest. It would probably save the crow-lady a lot of time and effort to get some equipment more adapted to her level of firepower.
Then Kelsie mentioned having a good time. And this immediately caught Marion’s attention. Who didn’t like having a good time? It was the definition of the concept. Although she wasn’t sure what the other woman’s idea of a good time was. Whatever, it beat doing nothing all day.
-I’m always looking forward to a good time. To be honest, I’m fucking bored. And you seemed like an unusual person to hang out with-
Then it came the question about what exactly she did in the Kozaks... It wasn’t an easy one to answer. She did plenty of things, a lot of it not worthy of mentioning.
And half of the time, Marion just played the maid for Alina and the amalgamation of silver hair that she left in her wake. Leaving Marion sure that one day all that hair would develop consciousness and take Alina’s place as a double.
-I’m just Alina’s Osaul, I guess. So I pretty much deal with diplomacy between the tribes, helping with security tasks, stuff like that- She said with a shrug. It was a decent position, and it came with plenty of benefits that Marion was not shy in reaping.
-And I got a handful of tricks down my sleeve- I responded to Kelsie’s inquiries about not looking as strong. Making a show of taking out a set of five throwing knives from under her sleeves. Being very deliberate as to not blindside Kelsie with the weapons.
-Sometimes, literally- She announced as she began juggling with the projectiles for a couple moments before throwing them at the remains of the stone mannequin. Hitting three headshots and two daggers to the chest.
Or at least where the chest was supposed to be. If the whole thing were more than a pile of rubble.