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 Jul 26, 2019 20:23:40 GMT -5
KISHKA BURZANOVA
The slight blush that spread across the smith's face as Kishka entered the room managed not to provoke an outward reaction from the purple-haired girl, but it did warm her soul and spirit. A smug smile crawled across the face of her brain, where only she could see it. Truly, such radiant beauty was a gift that she all too often took for granted, as it was but one thing, among many that she excelled at. If she weren't herself, she would be in awe as well, just as the little fox girl was.
And fortunately, Niraya had declined her handshake offer. Good, she thought to herself as she retracted her hand. A practical person, who didn't require all the insincere pleasantries social interaction required. She hated dealing with people that were so... Touchy and feely. It made her uncomfortable. The girl spoke as she went about clearing a space for her weapon, which Kishka delicately set before her.
Lucky 13. Her precious baby, born of her desire to look especially stylish. If it looked like something right out of a comic book, that's because it was, at least in concept- inspired by her favorite villain from "Golden-Haired Werewolf-Slayer," the nefarious and stunningly handsome Naples Alabastor, a wolf faunus with a penchant for elegant fashion and his signature cane-sword. It was also a gun.
At first appearance, it was a long black umbrella, with an especially wide handle, and a trigger on the hook, right above the opening mechanism. Aside from that, it was pretty classic, and definitely very classy. But on closer inspection, the fabric making up the umbrella itself was thick and heavy, more like a tarp than a dainty parasol, and the inside of it was lined with a chainmail-like mesh. And of course, tucked away while closed, once opened, a compartment was revealed where she could load her weapon's cannon with dust cartridges or lead balls. A complex weapon with a simple appearance. She was very proud of it, as could be seen from the custom engraving right next to the trigger, with both her name and the weapon's name done in elegant gold stenciling.
Hitting the opening mechanism on the weapon, the umbrella spread open to its full exposed form, and she went about pointing out each of the details requiring attention. "Well, the main thing is that the barrel and cartridge loader could use a good cleaning and a proper tune-up. Aside from that, the mesh here and here is coming loose, and either needs to be re-tightened and bolstered, or outright replaced. The trigger's not as sensitive as it used to be, and overall, it could use a bit of cleaning and buffing- I've been so busy lately, I just haven't had the time." She sighed softly. It wasn't inaccurate- usually, she would have been a lot better with her own weapon maintenance, but pranking Nik was time-consuming, and he didn't even notice her efforts most of the time. Worst cousin ever.
Post by Niraya Platinum on Jul 26, 2019 20:54:35 GMT -5
Niraya Platinum When snow falls, Nature listens.
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Niraya watches Kisaka put down a strange-looking cane. Niraya's head tilted at the design she couldn't place her finger on where she had seen it but it was ringing a bell somewhere. She watches carefully as Kishka explained the work that needed to be done. once the explanation was done Niraya gets a closer work at the work needed. Niraya's ear turns towards Kisha when she asked what it would cost. "Doesn't look like it's going to be a big job. mostly cleaning. I think about a hundred should cover everything. but since your a student I will give you a discount. how about...75?"
Niraya gives a warm smile to Kisha before she starts working fixing the umbrella mesh that had come loose. it wasn't a complicated thing to fix just some steel thread here and there and with a simple sowing fashion, the loose mesh will be steadfast once more. Niraya takes extra care to make it look fancy. "I will contact you once the cleaning is done if you want to do something else." Niraya holds out her scroll so Kishka could do something else other than standing there waiting for an hour or so to get the parts cleaned and the trigger fixed.
Post by Kishka Burzanova on Jul 27, 2019 4:35:12 GMT -5
KISHKA BURZANOVA
Well, if nothing else, the girl wasn't an idiot- Kishka watched her examine her weapon as she described the issues that needed to be solved. This was reassuring. She would rather just fix it herself if it meant keeping her umbrella away from clumsy hands.
She nodded at the price estimation, and was quick to withdraw her checkbook from her pocket, quickly jotting down a check for 75 Lien on the fancy stationary. Sure, most just used their Scrolls or cash for transactions nowadays, but something about a check felt more elegant, more upper-class to her, and as a Burzanov- not an especially wealthy family, but squarely upper-middle class, and a known name in some parts of Mistral- she felt it was her obligation to uphold a certain standard of prestige.
If nothing else, she was making up for her cousin's shortcomings in that department.
Or, for that matter, most departments.
With an elaborate flourish of a signature, she tore off the check and passed it to Niraya, with a smile. As the faunus offered her the opportunity to leave and come back, she considered taking it, but for one, she had nothing better to do, and secondly, she wasn't just going to trust someone with her weapon all willy-nilly, even someone who was capable and well-intended like Niraya. She just smiled and shook her head, taking her seat nearby in a metal chair. "Oh, there's no need- I don't mind waiting here. Plus, if you have any questions, I can answer them for you. While I didn't build Lucky 13, I did design it myself, so I know every piece like the back of my hand." Confident in her ability to be patient, she leaned back and flipped through her Scroll idly as she waited.
Post by Niraya Platinum on Jul 27, 2019 9:17:59 GMT -5
Niraya Platinum When snow falls, Nature listens.
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Niraya was surprised when she handed her a check instead of leaving her number. She looks at Kishka a little confused its the first time she saw a check from someone that wasn't her boss. She doesn't say anything and pockets her scroll and the check. Niraya examins the mechanism closely and carefully dismantles the trigger section. as she pulls the pieces apart she carefully puts the parts in very specific places so she can put it back together. "how sensitive are you wanting it? hostile wife or soft cake?" Niraya was the one who came up with the joke but she thought it would tickle Kishka's funnybone.
As she worked she also pulls out some cleaning compound from under her table and begins giving Lucky 13 a nice shine. The cleaning was quick once that was out of the way she returns to the trigger. by this point, she had given her answer and begins the dextrous act of tweaking the various springs and lubing the gears and shafts. once she had it to the point where she felt it was right she put the parts back together with the exact way it was before she dismantled it. She then starts to tackle the umbrella pulling out some steel thread and working to reinforce the damaged umbrella part.
Looking like an overworked business major that just got out of a meeting, Prince swept a hand through her hair, looking a bit bushed but overall pristine in appearance despite any exhaustion that might have befallen her. Her purple suit jacket, a bit too stuffy for this weather, was flung over her shoulder breaking the usual show of professional composure but she looked no less handsome for it. She was easily an Adonis in no small measure.
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Why was she here in this dirty workshop where she could have been enjoying herself in better company, over something expensive, fine, and well-deserved? Errands mainly, something she tended to put off to allow her to focus on more important things but today she was able to finish her work early and was overdue for a well earned break so she made the decision to make a visit to the convenient on-campus weapon forge. After all, avoiding weapon maintenance any longer would only lead to more trouble later on.
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A faunus was working on an exotic looking weapon, some combination of an umbrella with a cannon of sizeable firepower, to which Prince approvinged of the efficiency and focus the trainee performed her task with. She could always appreciate good talent when it was available, the value of hardworking people similarly so. Afterall, life would be much less bearable if they didn’t have the services to smooth out the smaller details of modern day life. The expense was a forgivable cost, if only to delegate complicated tasks out of your life. Why waste energy doing something yourself when someone trained to do it can do it better and faster?
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Prince raised their voice to reach the sharp ears of the faunus, “Hello Miss. I assume you are the person to talk to about weapon maintenance.” She set a pair of carbon black shoes, female size 6, onto the available space on the table.
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“I require routine repairs to these steel enhanced shoes. I am aware that you may not have the skills of a cobbler but trust that you can ensure Diable Savate will be fit for combat.”
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“If you are to do your job correctly you merely have to check for any cracks in the material and ensure there isn’t any lasting heat damage. Surely you understand that I can’t be seen wearing worn out shoes, now can I? Do a good job so I don’t have to replace them, my wallet simply can’t take it. Though a complimentary shoe shine wouldn’t hurt.”
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Post by Kishka Burzanova on Jul 28, 2019 14:31:33 GMT -5
KISHKA BURZANOVA
Kishka's lips curled faintly as she observed the vulpine girl not being sure what to do with the check she'd given her. That was a clear sign that it had had the intended result- she was flexing her financial status just a little bit. She had to be nice, but it didn't mean she couldn't have fun.
And so, she sat there, checking messages and thumbing through her Scroll's apps. Not a word was spoken until Niraya cracked her joke, to which Kishka looked up with an amused smile on her face. An actually genuine one- it was a funny joke, and one she hadn't heard before. She could appreciate a good laugh. "Let's go with Hostile Wife." She watched as the fox-girl went about cleaning and repairing her weapon. It seemed she was skilled at her craft, which was good to see for herself.
Suddenly, a new face appeared, strutting through the door like a goddamn king. Or was it queen? She couldn't quite tell at a glance, but whoever this person was, Kishka's eyebrow arced upwards, her face already expressing her displeasure at her appointment being interrupted like this.
She just came waltzing in here, no less, setting her shoes on the table by the Burzanova woman's prized umbrella, and then had the gall to tell Niraya how to do her job? Even Kishka hadn't been that unseemly and rude. Whoever this person was, she did not care for her, not one bit. With a clearing of the throat, she stared down Prince with her cattiest resting bitch face. "Excuse you. You will have to wait in line before you come in here. Can you not see that she is currently preoccupied? Perhaps if you'd have reserved an appointment, you could have your... footwear, looked at. Unfortunately, you are cutting into my appointment. And I don't like being interrupted."
Notes// bigbig short post oof | Tagged// Niraya Platinum @paisely1prince | WC// 316
Post by Niraya Platinum on Jul 28, 2019 17:29:40 GMT -5
Niraya Platinum When snow falls, Nature listens.
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Niraya sighs feeling a bit more at ease when the person laughed at her joke. She works hard to get everything fixed and cleaned but she didn't have long before another person waltzed into the place walking past Jack at the front desk like he didn't exist and over to Niraya. The person must have known it was her from her profile icon as she...or was it he. walked up and puts a pair of shoes on the table. Niraya pushes the shoes to the edge of the table and looks at the person.
Before Niraya could speak Kishaka spoke up first and in a rather rude manner. Niraya was tempted to yell at her but she wasn't wrong. this new person came in and was telling Niraya how to do her job. she isn't new to this. she spent years learning this craft to try and make a living for herself. "I'm sorry...sir...madam?... I'm sorry it's hard to tell your gender right now...but I'm working on someone else's item at the moment I will get to yours in a bit." After Niraya says this she goes back to work.
Prince blinked incredulously at the two, taken somewhat a back at being reprimanded. She exchanges a look with an impish looking girl, resting bitch face indeed, and flips her attention to the fox faunus who appeared somewhat more uncertain. What a curious situation she's found herself in, taken as hostile in unfamiliar territory. Her look quickly turns into amusement as a curve forms on her lips and whimsically points a finger alternating between the two girls.
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"You... thought that was me being rude." Prince laughs outright, an unexpected response. "Oh if that was the impression I have given off I apologise, I feel like a bit of a fool now. I won't make any excuses for myself, I'm just used to a more snappish rapport especially in my line of work."
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It was readily apparent that Prince was not at all insulted at the accusations against her character. Like water off a ducks back, Prince shrugged it off and continued to speak plainly to the strange trainees.
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"I really shouldn't have taken a tone with you, dear foxy. I will wait my turn" She raises her hands in mock surrender, stepping away from the table. "I'm just... well, let's just say I'm very particular about how I like my things to be. But you are the professional here, not me," she smirks.
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She lifts Diable Savate off the counter, removing the item of insult from their reach, and turns away, only to give one long haughty look at the umbrella that lied on the work space. She smiles at the weapon as though it was a joke, a comedic prop used in mere slap stick antics and not a real hunters weapon. Turning away from foxy, Prince sidles up into a chair next to the imp, giving her a knowing wink.
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She changes her leather oxfords and slips into her weaponized shoes which give a small wir and seem to shrink into place to form a perfect fit. Prince playfully clicks the heels together, a sharp metal sound, and props her feet up onto a nearby chair, reclining back and getting comfortable while she waited for her turn. Edging outside the bounds of her arm rest and leaning dangerously in the face of Kishka, Prince gives her a friendly smile with all of her teeth.
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"That is your weapon over there? The umbrella?" Prince asked casually, directing the imps attention to the object lying prostrate on the table. "My, what a cute little weapon you got there. Tell me, what kind of gimmicks do you have hidden away in that thing? Maybe a whoopie cushion, or perhaps a blueberry pie that springs out when you press a button?"
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Prince's smile was anything but innocent. Among huntsman they said that a hunter's weapon was a windows to the soul, bared their personality and experience into physical form into the world. What kind of soul did Kishka's weapon demonstrate, pray tell? Stabby stabby or shooty shooty? How fun it would be to find out!
Post by Kishka Burzanova on Jul 29, 2019 17:02:29 GMT -5
KISHKA BURZANOVA
Kishka smiled as the faunus girl spoke up following her own outburst. It was nice knowing that some people in this world had more than two brain cells to rub together. She decided that she liked the mechanic. A rare honor indeed.
The same could not be said for the pompous ass standing before her. Was she/he/they having fun right now? Because it was fucking annoying. The faux laughter was Bullying 101, and she wasn't having it. Her expression hardly shifted from uninterested as the purple-clad girl spewed more nonsensical word vomit all over herself. It was embarrassing. However, when she spoke to Niraya again, she couldn't help but overhear Prince's select word choice.
Kishka snapped at her with a jagged tone, far more aggressive than her initial comments. "She has a fucking name, asshat, and it sure as hell isn't 'Foxy.' What, they don't teach common decency and manners where you're from?" The purple-haired girl tossed her leg across her knee, staring daggers into the newcomer. She did not like her, nor would she tolerate her attitude. That shit was like calling Argent 'Snakey,' and that just brought back some seriously infuriating memories. It was a touchy subject with her.
But not the touchiest.
The arrogant fuck decided to make Kishka's life slightly more difficult by choosing to sit beside her, at an uncomfortably close distance. She would rather not speak to her again, but it seemed the well-dressed trainee had other intentions. Kishka's eyes widened a bit, and her nose twitched as she pointed, 'innocently,' at Lucky 13 on the table. Kishka half-frowled back, "Yes. What of it?" Then Prince went and said it.
She was pissed.
Cute? Cute?! Her weapon was designed by her own hand, and assembled with cutting edge technology! It was state-of-the-art, and damn powerful! She gritted her teeth hard enough to crush stone. And gimmicks? This idiot had no fucking idea what she was talking about. She had no idea who she was fucking with. She inhaled with a sharp hiss and another twitch of her nose, her eyes a stormy violet, like lightning in a hurricane.
She leaned in even closer, looking Prince dead in the eye, her expression that of quiet rage, and her tone soft but lethal all the same. She practically whispered in the other girl's ear: "You wanna find out?" She turned her attention back to Niraya, working diligently on her weapon. Soon enough, it would be done, and she would be more than capable of demonstrating its power.
And it wasn't a fucking whoopie cushion, that was for sure.
She turned back to Prince, a mischievous smile on her face. "And I suppose the shoes are your weapon? My, what a creative use of footwear. Tell me, does it help you run from skilled opponents? If not, you might want to toss in a bit extra, I'm sure Niraya could help you out. I'd hate to see you get hurt."
Post by Niraya Platinum on Jul 29, 2019 17:14:16 GMT -5
Niraya Platinum When snow falls, Nature listens.
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Niraya tries to distract herself with her work. Prince took back their shoes but that foxy comment just didn't sit right with Niraya. Niraya was working as quickly as she could and still a pristine job to help defuse this situation. but what she was hearing from the two of them it was clearly not going to be pretty if she didn't get them to leave soon enough. Niraya finishes with Lucky 13 and hands it to Kishka. "There your is repaired and the trigger should be to your specifications."
Niraya gives a sharp stare at Prince. "Now that I'm free. what were you needing done with your boots?" Niraya was staying professional even though she had some anger building up from how this was going. she didn't doubt that as soon as both their gear was done they would be outside started a blood sport brawl.
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Prince raised an eyebrow at Kishka and took a moment before saying anything. "Ah I've insulted your friend and you're standing up for her. I'm really not doing well here am I?" she chuckled awkwardly. [break] [break]
Prince was a hustler, through and through, and damn if she ever forgot one of the first rules of being a hustler is that if you talk shit, ya get hit. But she was here now, in the face of the imp, looking like a erupting volcano and a fox faunus, just brimming with anger. Yet she had nothing to fear from these two. Compared to them she was royalty. There two weren't even on the same class. [break] [break]
"My weapons? What about them?" Prince stands up, lifting a foot to examine the bottom of her shoe. "Well everyone should have at least one good pair of shoes, shouldn't they? Shoes are the practical investment for practical people. And I'm a practical person." Prince says as if she has to explain it to the dumbest single celled organism she's had the delight to meet. [break] [break]
"Oh, and I'm sure your umbrella is real practical. But last I checked, the forecast didn't mention any precipitation today, summer heat waves, and all that," Prince tuts idly. She snaps her fingers as though she'd made a sudden revelation. "Ohh I get it. You the kind of girl who always wants to be prepared for anything. After all, it would be such a shame to get rained on so you always carry an umbrella! How brilliant. Maybe you can make a day of splashing in the puddles at the park," Prince says, unable to keep the joy out of her voice. [break] [break]
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"I'm sorry about calling you that, Ma'am. Truthfully I have nothing against you people but rather it slipped out and for that I deeply regretful my words..." Prince apologizes, her eyes closed tight, full of woe. [break] [break]
"No that will be quite alright, I won't be demanding your services now. Believe me I'm not that much of a dullard to expect you to work for me when I've clearly insulted you. I won't waste any more of your time," says Prince, being rational about all this. Besides, there was always a chance the faunus would sabotage her shoes in some way to get back at her. "You are the professional here, you have the right to refuse service. Don't be afraid to use it." [break] [break]
Prince starts to walk toward the door, seemingly about to evict herself from this tense situation but she turns a heel to face the two girls. "Can I offer you two some advice? I usually demand a fee for my services but for you, I'll add it to your tab." [break] [break] WC: 487 [Break] Ambition's Fire [E][break]
Post by Kishka Burzanova on Jul 31, 2019 4:47:46 GMT -5
KISHKA BURZANOVA
Kishka glared at the business-like woman. "No. You're not." Cold words, and as pointy as a dagger.
And still, even with all of her malice and insults, the girl stood before her like some kind of queen? Like hell. There was only one queen, and she liked her Prince like she liked her garbage. Far away, preferably in a dump somewhere. Exactly where Prince belonged.
God, just hearing her talk was enough to drive her to murder. 'Practical.' Practically a pain in the ass, that's what she was. And her tone was as worthless as the rest of her. Feigning epiphany, Kishka spoke just as slowly, and as dumbed down as Prince. "Ooooohh, I see. Practical. I get it. So you're saying you're a dreary bore, with no creativity. That explains your blatant envy." She chuckled to herself, amused at the girl's pathetic attempts to insult her. Sure, they were working, but that made them no less pathetic. She was a fool, in a real royal's court. And it was time she knew her place.
She smiled, as Prince went on to mock her weapon a little more. It had really lost its sting at that point. "My weapon is practical, when I need it to be. But I don't fret over practicality like some people. You see, my family has the resources and means to provide me with what I may need. I don't have to cram my weapon into my footwear. I don't even need my umbrella when it rains- I have plenty to choose from." Her smile broadened, as if she were speaking to a child. "Practicality isn't something I need to care about. My weapon is stylized. That means, it looks the way it does, because I want it to. Someone like you just wouldn't understand."
As if on cue, Niraya finished with her weapon, and she stood gracefully to retrieve it. With a genuine smile, she accepted the umbrella from the faunus, inspecting it diligently. "Ahh, thank you, Niraya. You've done an excellent job on this, I really do appreciate it. Here," she said, reaching into her pocket to withdraw a slip of paper with a Scroll number jotted down on it, before handing it to the girl with a bright smile. "Call me some time, I would love to hang out. And, of course, I'll be sure to call you up if I ever need any other work done on my weapon." Argent would be so proud of her, making friends like this.
Now, umbrella in hand, she turned to Prince, who was approaching Niraya as well. Her eyes narrowed. Sorry? Hardly. She was an actress herself- there was nothing worse than an insincere apology. If she was going to be a casually racist bitch, she needed to own up to it at least.
But her words did churn some curiosity up in her mind. She was just walking away? After all of that?
Kishka turned to the fox faunus once more, with a genuinely apologetic expression. "I think it may be my fault that she's leaving... Not that she'll be missed, of course. But still, if it's quite alright with you, I would like to make it up to you. I will gladly pay for whatever the cost of repairing her silly little shoes would have been, to make up for the lost customer." She really did feel a little bad that she may have cost Niraya a sale and a client. But that could not have been helped, and no doubt the girl wasn't a huge fan of Prince either. She knew she sure wouldn't be, with an attitude like that. Contrary to popular belief, sometimes the customer really is wrong.
Of course, it could have been the end of the unpleasant interaction right there. But it wasn't. Of course it wasn't. The girl just had to turn back around at the door and offer up some cryptic message that she could care much less about. "And your business being?" she asked dryly, her glare still at peak seething temperature.
She never thought she could hate someone as much as she hated Colton Deraine. It was impressive, is what it was.
Post by Niraya Platinum on Jul 31, 2019 10:07:58 GMT -5
Niraya Platinum When snow falls, Nature listens.
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Just as Niraya finishes the umbrella did the mood in the room shift. Prince seems to be well versed in the silver tongue and uses it for her own pleasures. Niraya hands over the umbrella and was surprised to get her number in return. This sent a mild blush to her cheeks as she pocketed the number to use later. "Ugh...sure Kishak I will if I feel like hanging out somewhere." Once that was done Prince waltz on over and seems to salute right next to her. She seemed apologetic but at the same time, it looked almost like a ploy.
Kishka clearly wasn't buying what Prince was selling and things just seemed to be escalating. But the next move surprised Niraya more. Prince walked towards the door as if she was leaving. but stops near the entrance and turns around. a classic trick to guilt someone. Niraya sighs and rubs her temples. "You want your gear fixed or not?" Niraya wasn't going to refuse a customer but at least her new friend Kishaka would pay her for the lost services. Niraya doesn't say anything until Price was truly gone. unless she stayed to actually get her gear worked on.
[attr="class","bbhBody"] [break] [break] Prince gives Kishka a polite golf clap, applauding her for standing up against her viscous verbal assault. Not that Kishka had much of a leg to stand on, argument wise. The imp simply talked too much without much substance to be had. The admission that her mommy and daddy gave her some money to commission a weapon was hardly an inspiring story. Rich children like that didn't realise you had to work for that kind of stuff. Right here, right now, Prince was ready to teach the harder lessons her parents neglected.
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There is an cheeky tilt of her head as she delivers her brand of truth into Kishka. Her silver tongue is as sharp as ever and it already had caught the taste of blood. Her lips peel away into a smile as she speaks with absolute certainty, "Here's a secret darling. Everyone is boring! I'm not special. You're not special. Nobody is special. That's life and we all got to live it."
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She rubs her chin, nearly hiding her smirk but it is all evident in her eyes. "Because really, you, Miss Umbrella, seem to think that this caustic attitude of yours is a complete personality! Seriously, keep yelling your head off at every little thing I say only shows that you've got a ways to grow up."
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She claps her hands to get the girls attention as though Kishka wasn't completely engrossed with every enraging word that Prince produced. "Also, newsflash sister, if you feel you need to have a fancy umbrella with a gun in it to feel that you're some unique snowflake, you're just going the wrong way about it!" said Prince, shaking her head in pity. Her face almost seem to say that Prince thought Kishka was a rather sad, as though every element of Kishka's personality seemed to disappoint her; from the snarky attitude to her childlike narcissism.
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Taking a breath, Prince gives a small chuckle and fixes her hair. "I'm glad we had this talk," she smiles to Kishka like absolutely nothing was wrong.
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Oh but there was still that other girl in the room, the fox faunus. From her perspective, Niraya looked conflicted about this whole situation, frustrated but keeping it bottled up. Either she wanted Prince gone or she wanted to fix her shoes. Indecisive, she concluded. Prince had nothing against Niraya but she had to set things straight before she left them to fume.
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"Oh I saw that blush in your cheeks. Perhaps you're a little more than enamoured with the imp." She smiles to the vulpine. "Don't worry, I'm sure there isn't anything significant between you two," she laughs.
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Her words were brief but the verbal barb dug its hooks in deep. Why, it must have been so dearly embarrassing to get exposed in front of her little "crush".
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Did this fox really think that the imp cared about her? That Kishka had any intention of being Niraya's friend? Please. If she knew people, everyone was in it for themselves. Kishka wanted her weapon maintained. Niraya wanted a friend. These two statements were not necessary mutual and if the fox realized that she'd be able to cope better.
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"You two make it far too easy. I actually got really sidetracked by it all so I'll leave you to think... and think some more." Prince grabs her jacket off the chair and walks backward out the door. "Oh nearly forgot my advice. Well, earlier I was going to say something along the lines of don't take it personally... But yeah... After what I just said, in this case, do very much take it personally."
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She smirks and like that Prince has left the building.
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Prince nodded to the man at the front desk who might as well have heard everything that went down there. It was most likely a lifetime ban from the Broken Steel Forge for Prince who in all respects completely deserved it not that she cared about some little smith shop in the Wind District of all places. It wasn't like her to make enemies so eagerly but damn did it come naturally. Prince really was that bitch, huh? [break][break] Prince disappeared to god knows where, humming a tune. [break][break] WC 714[break] TWC 2114[break]
Post by Kishka Burzanova on Aug 1, 2019 0:55:47 GMT -5
KISHKA BURZANOVA
She smiled pleasantly as Niraya accepted the slip of paper. The girl was strange, for sure, but she wasn't intolerable like most, so Kishka decided that they were friends. It wasn't necessarily a matter of whether Niraya truly wanted her as a friend or not, so much as a choice that Kishka was making for the both of them. She wasn't very good at making friends, frankly- so when she did, it was often a little more forceful and self-centered than she liked to believe. But it was genuine.
And at the very least, she would definitely have Niraya's back against this purple-clad knock-off wannabe sleazy mafiosa douche.
Seriously, who the fuck did this girl think she was, anyways? She gave her the best dead-inside-neutral facial expression she could, as she continued attempting to get under her skin. Granted, some of it had worked, but it was starting to get old now. "My caustic attitude is a complete personality, bitch. And I'm starting to regret it, now that I have to share it with the likes of you." Sadly, it seemed the girl paid her no mind, as she instead turned tail to run away.
It sure was easy to win an argument when you retreat before your feelings get hurt, huh?
But not before Prince crossed a line. As she addressed Niraya, the Burzanova girl's mouth twisted into a vicious snarl, her eyes smoldering like purple flames. What? What did she just say? She turned to her new friend, looking at her face after she'd just been made the target of Prince's misplaced animosity. Her hand wrapped around her umbrella's handle until her knuckles were white, clearly visible against the dark backdrop of the rest of her fingers. And before she could say or do anything, the girl was gone, moseying away like she owned the place.
If there was one thing Kishka hated, maybe even more than she hated her cocky, stupid, twin sister, it was a bully. Well, a bully that wasn't her. She bullied those who were strong enough to take it. Prince seemed to have a thing for bullying indiscriminately, and while she had no real issue about being targeted herself, aside from some slight annoyances, picking on the mechanic was another thing altogether.
This bitch was going down.
She turned to Niraya again, the rage still apparent on her face. Drawing her checkbook from her pocket again, she jotted down a bill for 300 Lien, and placed it in the faunus's hand. "Thanks again for the repairs. We should hang out sometime. After I handle a little business..."
With no further words, she turned and strode out of the room, loading her umbrella as she walked. Passing by the front desk, she turned to the man, cold steel in her eyes, speaking through gritted teeth. "Which way did she go?" The man was hesitant, but clearly not interested in feeling her wrath. He pointed to the right of the shop door, and Kishka patted her weapon against her offhand in anticipation. "Perfect." She had a feeling that by the time she was done with her, she'd need her weapon repaired again.
Moving with urgency, she exited the shop, turning right as she upped her pace, moving with purpose, on a mission. She glanced down at her feet as she walked, thinking about her next move, as she tried to keep an eye peeled for her new enemy. She was going to find her. And when she did?
She was going to shove her entire size 11 boot up Prince's ass. See how she liked a "practical shoe" then...