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 Argent Steele on Jun 29, 2019 15:59:14 GMT -5
There’s always a king. Always a queen. Always a wolf. But he who holds the ace, always has the last word.
❝
There was a certain comfort to be found in numbers that was rare to be found anywhere else. One plus one would always equal two, two and two would always be four, and so on and so forth. Variables could be proven, and everything worked by a set of rules. Ordered and neat, just the way he preferred it. It was logical, and by that note easy to understand. Reality, much as he wished he could say was a set of variables that simply operated on a larger scale than anything that could fit on a piece of paper, was not the same way. Far messier. Far harder to understand.
But that didn’t mean that that same logical progression couldn’t be superimposed over everything else. Whether it was a tangible increase in his test scores or a tiny fraction of an inch more closer to the perfect bullseye on a shooting range, there was always an aspect of numerical calculation that he could focus on to better himself when it came to it. The statistics didn’t lie, especially since he took care to remove his own personal user bias and rely solely on the reports from the monitoring computerized systems to keep track of his results. In addition to the regular training sessions that the students were put through, Argent had also analysed the data he’d gotten from his own performance and identified areas of weakness, seeking to find ways he could improve on that.
And that was why, now, the snake Faunus was staring up at the sign of the school’s gym. While he didn’t enjoy the thought, he had to admit that running around school grounds and making a spectacle of himself sounded even less appealing than the option here. His lips pressed into a thin line, Argent looked back up to where the dorms were, already sorely tempted to leave it be and go back to his room. Surely he could think up another regimen that didn’t involve drawing attention to himself in such an obvious fashion.
It was for the future, he reminded himself, steeling his nerves with a long exhale. While normally he wore the Haven uniform or his usual long sleeved attire, working out for any extended period of time required him to keep as cool as possible, and unfortunately, that meant a normal shirt and shorts instead. Argent was entirely too aware that the grey scales that armored most of his skin on his arms and legs were very visible, and might call more attention to him than he wanted. It was just another hurdle he had to cross in pursuit of that future where he could work by his mentor’s side. Just another bump in the road.
Lost in thought, he stepped inside, and almost immediately bumped into someone from behind, snapping him out of his trance and focusing his attention on the other.
“Sorry,” he said immediately, looking down at a shock of messy red hair on a very small girl, one whose head barely reached his chest. He blinked at her once, glanced her up and down as if trying to assure himself that he hadn’t injured her, then figured he would ask anyway.
HAVE YOU SEEN HER? HAVE YOU HEARD? THE WAY SHE MOVES, THERE ARE NO WORDS
So, the Haven gym, eh?
Carmim had taken the time to dig through her stuff to find her map of the academy, handed out on her orientation day. (Not that it was hard to find- she didn't keep too much clutter, but to her mind, it felt like she just slogged through a veritable hoard of things just to find this map.)
She was still getting acquainted with the academy, so finding the gym would be an exercise in patience. But she knew she needed to go, if she wanted to be ready for the coming mission. Frankly? She was a little scared. She was a little scared, and not at all ashamed to admit it. Who wouldn't be? They would be isolated in groups of two, fighting enemies of unknown number and strength. By all rights, sending students onto the train was a questionable decision, and was only really justified because Mistral's huntsman numbers were fleeting and stretched thin...
Not that she wasn't mentally prepared for the mission. She was. She just wasn't going to take it lightly. This wasn't a training exercise, this was the real deal. And not just any real deal, this was big. Really big. She couldn't afford to take it easy.
So, off to the gym.
She had a whole workout regimen in mind- she'd start off with some easy jogging to warm up, then she'd hit the floor for some pushups and crunches, and then it was off to the pull-up bar, followed by a short break for water, then maybe some high energy pilates for that cardio burn, and to limber up. Then she'd end with running through some combat maneuvers, and from there, it'd be dinner time, so she'd head to the cafeteria for a bit, but then, back to the gym! Second set would be a longer run, then some bag work, another quick snack break, weightlifting, and then...
Oof!
Looks like she was so caught in her thoughts, she was taken totally by surprise as she was sent tumbling to the ground, dropping her gym bag in the process. Taking a moment to collect herself, and gather up her things, she whipped around to see what she'd tripped over, only to find it wasn't a something, but a someone, and she wasn't exactly the one doing the tripping.
Tall, silvery hair, and built like a fence post. Well, she certainly seemed to attract a specific type of guy, huh? But on closer inspection, she noticed his silvery patches of scales, and realized who this was. "Eh? Oh, no, I am alright! It is not the first time t'at someone has tripped over me," she said with a small chuckle. "No ha'm done, my friend."
She stepped to the side of the doorway to let him into the gym, properly, but kept her gaze on his face, with a warm and welcoming smile. "You were at t'e meeting t'e ot'er day, yea? For t'e train mission. Eh... Art'ur, wasn't it? Or um... Advent?" Whatever his name was, she was relieved to see a (vaguely) familiar face here- a bit of conversation always made workouts fly by.
LAIKA OF GS!
Last Edit: Jul 1, 2019 20:36:33 GMT -5 by Carmim Clover
SEM*: A, DURA: C STR: D Recoil: E, STAM: E, SAND: E WEAP: F, EARS: F
Post by Argent Steele on Jul 5, 2019 13:18:00 GMT -5
There’s always a king. Always a queen. Always a wolf. But he who holds the ace, always has the last word.
❝
“Argent,” he corrected somewhat absentmindedly, still somewhat too preoccupied with checking the other’s condition to interject much indignation into his tone. Satisfied that she was okay, he turned his attention away and stepped through, turning his upper body backwards to face her once more - it was only then that he remembered to follow up with his customary “Steele” just to ensure that no one would confuse him for one of Nova’s blood.
“I came up with a few plans for the mission, yes. You are…”
It took a few seconds of concentration before he blinked and focused on her again.
“Carmine, correct? Nicholas’ partner for the duration. I can attest to his strength and single-mindedness when fighting the enemy. He is a good ally.”
Argent nodded, as if that was settled, and gestured for her to move together with him as he started forward, further and deeper into the gym. There were certainly a lot of machines, most of which he hadn’t ever seen before. Shin’s instruction hadn’t come with a lot of opportunities to work out, and they certainly hadn’t spent a lot of time in civilization, especially in gyms or anything of the sort. He could at least identify and extrapolate a few things - the weights, for one, were easy to figure out, as well as several machines that, on closer look, seemed to perform similar purposes, albeit for different portions of the body’s muscles. This one for the chest; this one for the legs; this one for the back; this one for the core. Most, if not all of them, had little pictures and instructions located somewhere nearby, as well as warnings as to how to use the machines correctly, which he appreciated quite a bit.
”I see you are here today to train yourself as well,” he said, glancing down at the other while taking a break from his cursory inspection of the gym’s facilities.
Post by Carmim Clover on Jul 8, 2019 15:11:49 GMT -5
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WORDS: 348 TAG:Argent Steele NOTES: Aw boi, treadmill massacre about to begin...
HAVE YOU SEEN HER? HAVE YOU HEARD? THE WAY SHE MOVES, THERE ARE NO WORDS
Argent! Carmim nodded as he corrected her butchery of his name. Argent Steele. She smiled as he went about remembering her own name, and politely chimed in, "Carmim," as he returned the name-smashing favor. It seemed that Argent knew Nik, so hopefully his words of praise were an accurate and realistic reference letter to her partner's skills. Not that she had any doubts about him; he seemed pretty solid, if a bit intense and broodier than she'd prefer. At the very least, he was good at taking charge, from what she'd seen at the meeting earlier in the week. With any luck, he'd maintain that level of confidence during the mission too.
As Argent gestured to her, she followed alongside him pretty easily. On the one hand, they were definitely headed to the same place, to presumably do the same thing, and on the other hand, any opportunity to make a new friend was an opportunity Carmim was willing to take. She just had to remember his name. Argent. Argent. Agrent. Aggron. Uh. Wait... Archer? Avery...? Aveline? Well shoot.
Just then, Alfalfa turned to her and asked about her workout plans. She blinked at him. He certainly had an interesting manner of speaking. Very blunt and direct, but not the same kind of bluntness as Nik. Nik's was more aggressive, a bit grouchier, but Argos's was almost awkward. A bit too heavy on the logic, a bit light on the social and emotional processing. She liked it, it was unique. "Oh, well I was going to start with a warm-up run. T'en focus on my core, shoulde's, and back, and t'en get to work on a few ot'er t'ings." She let her gaze cross paths with the vacant pair of treadmills standing before her and Apothecary. Hmm... She'd always heard good things about treadmills. But wasn't sure if this was the right time or place to try one out. Huh... Eh, she'd cross that bridge when she came to it. For now, she smiled up at Atrophy. "What are your plans for t'is evening, my friend?"
LAIKA OF GS!
Last Edit: Jul 8, 2019 15:12:34 GMT -5 by Carmim Clover
SEM*: A, DURA: C STR: D Recoil: E, STAM: E, SAND: E WEAP: F, EARS: F
Post by Argent Steele on Jul 20, 2019 4:52:16 GMT -5
There’s always a king. Always a queen. Always a wolf. But he who holds the ace, always has the last word.
❝
The snake Faunus blinked silently, pausing for a moment as the accent sunk in. While he was no expert in identifying which village, or even which region she was from, he was certain, at least, that much like him, she was no city kid at heart. But, so as not to leave the other hanging, he quickly refocused on the question she’d posed to him, thinking it over. He wasn’t exactly a frequent user of gyms, nor had he gone to a combat school before that. The place where he went was one focused on academic studies - economics, law, and business. Which were good subjects to learn, but ultimately not very useful to a Huntsman in training. Shin had trained him physically, of course, and one’s general athleticism didn’t tend to drop while travelling in the wilderness with heavy backpacks for weeks at a time, but that training and those experiences weren’t focused on increasing his physical fitness to any point beyond the immediately necessary to keep up with his mentor at a basic level.
It was far easier to see in hindsight, but Shin had been protecting Argent even while he was under his wing. The snake Faunus briefly wondered if he had been any help at all, or if he’d simply been a hindrance that the older man had to work around. It was his hope that the former was true, and not the latter.
Analysis of his own experiences in the missions that had come since beginning his time at the school had found deficiencies that needed to be improved on, and he fully intended to do so. However, being as unfamiliar as he was with gym equipment, the trainee who normally would bring a plan to just about any table had decided to simply create a general outline, and find the most suitable way to achieve that while he was on site.
“Minimal,” he responded, scratching awkwardly at the back of his head, almost sheepish in the way he glanced over at the pieces of equipment sitting there innocuously before he turned his attention back to the red haired girl.
“My combat effectiveness drops sharply after a while. I found information on training sites that said that cardio should improve endurance, but, well…”
A somewhat helpless shrug.
“I don’t know how anything here works. It’s… frustrating.”
Post by Carmim Clover on Jul 22, 2019 16:25:20 GMT -5
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WORDS: 440 TAG:kaijudospartan NOTES: TIME. TO. GET. SWOLE!
HAVE YOU SEEN HER? HAVE YOU HEARD? THE WAY SHE MOVES, THERE ARE NO WORDS
She couldn't help but giggle a bit behind her hand at the snake Faunus's brief, and oddly amusing, answer. Aardwolf sure did have an intriguing manner of speaking. Said the pot to the kettle, of course. She did understand his struggles, though- the machines in here were definitely a bit intimidating. She gazed around at all of them, taking in the strange and frankly over-complicated contraptions. She and Adenoid definitely had their work cut out for them.
"Huh..." Her eyes eventually found their way back to Argent, after getting lost in the maze of crazy exercise equipment. She smiled up at the her (non-Burzanov) silver-haired friend. Well, cardio is definitely good at endurance-building. So your training sites must be very good ones to use!" Her grin was genuine, even though she wasn't especially sure what a training site was. Probably a Scroll thing. Scroll things were about as complicated as the gym stuff to her- she was a Vacuo village girl, through and through, after all.
She scratched the back of her head and offered her most confident expression to her new workout buddy, as she strode bravely in the direction of some treadmills. Little did she know, nothing but danger and bad times would await the two... But for now, she boldly gestured at the treadmills with her arms, looking as excited as a birthday puppy in a room full of soft pillows and rubber bouncy balls. "Well, I have to admit, I am not t'e most experienced wit' t'ese myself, but t'ey can't be so hard to figure out! If we put ou' heads toget'er, I am sure we can make t'is work." Perhaps "not the most experienced" was a bit of an understatement. More like, "I have no fucking clue what these machines are, how they work, or what they do, but I saw someone run on one once, so it must be an indoor track that suspends you in place somehow. Magnets maybe? No clue.
But, with the confidence bestowed upon her by the powers of trying to be very helpful, she gestured excitedly for Argent to step aboard the machine: "Here, my friend, you can go first, while I set my t'ings down! I will be right here if you need any help at all!"
And with those very helpful words of encouragement, the small redhead went about removing her drum and its harness, and setting her bags on top of them, before setting about the task of removing her suit jacket, shirt, pants, and tie, to reveal a pair of comfy shorts and a breathable T-shirt underneath. Time to get to work!
LAIKA OF GS!
SEM*: A, DURA: C STR: D Recoil: E, STAM: E, SAND: E WEAP: F, EARS: F
Post by Argent Steele on Aug 8, 2019 13:39:55 GMT -5
I know you got hate in you. Most do. Trick is to use it, 'stead of it usin' you. But you know this. Vengeance is a motivator, not the motive.
Don't hunt 'em 'cause you been wronged. Hunt 'em 'cause what they did was wrong. There's a world of difference there, kid. One makes you selfish. The other makes you a hero.
And I see a hero in you.
❝
Argent nodded when she mentioned that the training sites must have been of decent quality, but his eyes conveyed just enough skepticism to make the notion more of an “I hope so” than an affirmative reply. While the red headed girl divested herself of most of her attire, the snake Faunus went through a rudimentary stretching exercise, feeling the muscles flex and stretch before taking a tentative step on to one of the treadmills.
He knew, roughly, what they were, and what they were used for. Certainly it couldn’t be that hard to figure out how to operate it. After a few seconds of looking, Argent tapped the red button in the middle of the board, causing it to light up with a series of beeps. The surface beneath him, however, remained as stubbornly still as the floor it was standing on. Making a thoughtful noise, the snake Faunus glanced over the board again, noticing a positive and negative sign underneath a numerical display, the latter of which was currently reading zero. A single finger press to the first, and the number blipped upward at the same time that the treadmill jerked to life beneath his feet. The pace was slow, almost excruciatingly so - the equal of a leisurely amble around the school premises. Which, while pleasant enough in its own right, was not was he was looking for. Argent upped the speed to a comfortable jog and nodded to himself, tapping at the other button to confirm that it indeed slowed the speed down when pressed.
“Carmim,” he called, glancing over to the little red haired girl who was his exercising companion for the foreseeable future. Once he was certain he had her attention, the Huntsman trainee motioned for her to come over and started pointing out the buttons.
“This red button turns it on. And the signs control the speed at which the running area moves. I haven’t figured out the other buttons, but this should be enough to start working out.”
WHISPER OF THE WYRM (SEMBLANCE): [RANK D] SERPENT'S BENEDICTION: SPEED OF THE SCYLLA (SPEED) [RANK F] SERPENT'S BENEDICTION: DANCE OF THE DRAGON (ACROBATICS) [RANK F] SERPENT'S BENEDICTION: GLARE OF THE GORGON (MARKSMANSHIP) [RANK F] OUROBOROS (WEAPON): [RANK F]
Post by Carmim Clover on Aug 16, 2019 12:47:34 GMT -5
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WORDS: 435 TAG:Argent Steele NOTES: THE TRAP HAS BEEN SET
HAVE YOU SEEN HER? HAVE YOU HEARD? THE WAY SHE MOVES, THERE ARE NO WORDS
Now that she was properly outfitted for a high-intensity workout, Carmim began stretching as well, trying to focus on her legs, ankles, and core, for maximum leg day efficiency. Well, leg hour, anyways- it was, of course, everything day. Nothing felt quite as good as a workout that left you sore and aching for the next few days, funny enough. It seemed completely backwards, but experience had taught her that it was the truth- the more her training burned, the more it felt worth it.
Unfortunately for her, she was much less familiar with the concept of a treadmill than her new friend. Though at least from what she could see, he appeared to be as lost as her, which was a relief. She glanced over as she finished her stretching, to see that he had managed to figure it out, and was demonstrating to her exactly how it worked. Well that didn't look too hard! She smiled and flashed him a big thumbs up and a grin. "Alright! T'ere we go, now you can run in style!" And now, it was her turn.
She boldly approached the machine next to Argent, as he took up a nice jog on his, and stepped up to the front of it. The controls were... Well, a little over her head.
In the literal sense- this machine was clearly designed with somebody much taller in mind.
But that wasn't something that would deter Carmim! She hopped up onto her tippy toes, and when that failed, climbed up onto the bottom rung of the handrail, before fiddling with the buttons. Hmmm... What had he said again? Plus button to go faster? She pressed it, but when it didn't do anything, she jabbed it a few more times. A lot more times. If she had been able to see the speed setting, she would have noticed that these machines were, in fact, made for Huntsman trainees.
And now her treadmill, still waiting for that shiny red button to be pressed, was set to an absolutely inhuman (or infaunus) 60 miles per hour.
But the problem was, she couldn't remember what button turned it on. But she did know someone who did. So, without stepping down from her perch, she called over to Argent, who would have been building up a sweat, if he wasn't a no-sweat-gland-having snake person. "Hey Archon, I hate to bot'er you while you are training, but would you mind please helping me figure t'is t'ing out? I am not quite sure how to make it work... I did everyt'ing you said to do. Do you t'ink you could set mine up for me?"
Oh, the poor, poor, fool.
LAIKA OF GS!
SEM*: A, DURA: C STR: D Recoil: E, STAM: E, SAND: E WEAP: F, EARS: F
Post by Argent Steele on Nov 27, 2019 23:27:48 GMT -5
I know you got hate in you. Most do. Trick is to use it, 'stead of it usin' you.
But you know this. Vengeance is a motivator, not the motive. Don't hunt 'em 'cause you been wronged. Hunt 'em 'cause what they did was wrong. There's a world of difference there, kid. One makes you selfish. The other makes you a hero.
And I see a hero in you.
❝
"Argent," he corrected without fuss, exhaling a deep breath as he tapped at the buttons of his own treadmill, bringing it to a slower pace before coming to a gradual stop.
"And no, I do not mind. Allow me to have a look, please."
Stepping down from his own machine, the snake Faunus moved over to where Carmim was located, a scant few steps away, and placed a tentative foot atop the second treadmill as if testing his weight before stepping onto it proper.
"Well, it does not seem to be broken, at least," was the somewhat asinine observation, glancing over the lights on display. Those golden eyes, while sharp even at the worst of times, moved over the large display showing a six and a zero without any recognition, pausing only when they landed on the clearly marked power button. Argent glanced over to the shorter girl - and then back to the control panel, clearly higher than she could comfortably see. Well, he supposed that was one way to explain it.
Pulling his Scroll out, the young man snapped a picture of the control panel and motioned for Carmim to look it over and then step back, allowing her to hold on to it while he intended to demonstrate.
"You're looking for the circular button to turn the thing on," he said, waving for her to look before he pressed it. Doing so rewarded him with the chugging of machinery as the treadmill was starting to get up to speed, and he nodded in satisfaction as he began the process of putting one foot in front of the other, matching the pace of the machine beneath him.
"Right about here. Once you turn it on, you can feel around for the plus and minus buttons to adjust the speed to be faster or slower depending on what you prefer... to..."
While he had been speaking, the machine had been steadily picking up speed. In the matter of a few seconds, the acceleration had gone from zero to the pace he'd been practicing for himself before - and then proceeded to shoot past it and keep climbing while he had been distracted with his explanation. Without the benefit of previous experience to guide him nor the gift of foresight to see what was coming, the snake Faunus had not had his hands on the guard rails and had been swinging them to keep his balance like any normal person would do while jogging. This only intensified as he struggled to keep up with the rapidly increasing pace, his words faltering as he started to realize how far gone this damnable machine was. His first thought was to shut it down, but by the time he was finished with that thought, it was all he could do to keep up with the insane speed flying past beneath his feet.
Mistakes were made. One foot put wrongly in front of the other was enough to annihilate the fragile rhythm he'd managed to maintain thus fair, and the snake Faunus tipped forward as said foot was shot into the other. It might have looked comical from a distance, and even might have done so up close for the first second - but when his face landed with a wince inducing crunch into the rubber surface of the treadmill, it was significantly less so, unless one was of the inclination to laugh at another's misfortune. The machine proceeded to spit out his limp form with a distinctly smug air as it kept whirring along, waiting for its next victim.
Groaning, Argent slowly shifted himself into a sitting position, clutching at his now misaligned nose and feeling liquid trickle down between his fingers. They came away red.
That wasn't a good sign.
WHISPER OF THE WYRM (SEMBLANCE): [RANK D]
SERPENT'S BENEDICTION: SPEED OF THE SCYLLA (SPEED) [RANK E] SERPENT'S BENEDICTION: DANCE OF THE DRAGON (AGILITY) [RANK F] SERPENT'S BENEDICTION: GLARE OF THE GORGON (MARKSMANSHIP) [RANK E] SERPENT’S BENEDICTION: WINGS OF THE WYVERN (ACROBATICS) [RANK F] SERPENT’S BENEDICTION: TALONS OF THE TARASQUE (MARTIAL ARTS)
HAVE YOU SEEN HER? HAVE YOU HEARD? THE WAY SHE MOVES, THERE ARE NO WORDS
"Oh, right! Sorry!"
Argent. Argent. Argend. Archend. Orchard. Fuck.
Whatever, she could worry about remembering his name later. She was just grateful that he was coming over to help her with her treadmill. It was tough being too short to operate the controls. It was tough, and nobody understood. She stepped out of his way, to the side of the treadmill, as he stepped onto the machine and began the troubleshooting process.
Unfortunately for him, he wasn't going to be the one shooting any trouble, because the trouble was going to be shooting him...
Arthur lowered his Scroll down from his street-light-esque height, as he explained to her how the power button worked. Oh! It was like her Scroll! Except taller, and harder to see! She smiled brightly, pleased with the helpful tutorial. He began to explain how to adjust the speed, but as he did, she noticed that he was picking up speed rather quickly. Alarmingly quickly- he was fast, but it seemed as though the treadmill was faster. He stopped talking, halfway into explaining the plus and minus buttons, and Carmim was left trying to rapidly figure out how to help him off the crazy contraption.
It sped up, and he was fighting to stay afloat, as she scampered first towards the side, then the back, then the opposite side of the treadmill, trying desperately to reach the power button, which was just slightly out of arm's length, now that she was on the ground. "Ahhh!! I cannot reach it!!" And, as slow as she was, she was definitely not about to climb onto the treadmill to turn it off- that would be catastrophically bad.
Then, it happened all at once, with such suddenness that Carmim couldn't react.One second, he was upright, struggling, but on his feet, and the next, he was a mangled mess on the treadmill, before the evil friend-killing bastard shot him across the floor, chewing him up and spitting him out like used bubblegum.
She rushed over, alarm and concern in her eyes, as she hovered over the poor, abused, snake faunus. His nose was bleeding, which made her wonder why he hadn't had his Aura up to protect him from the devil machine's wrath, but more importantly, it let her know that he was hurt! Oh, her poor new friend! This was terrible, he wasn't allowed to be hurt! What if it was serious, and now he wouldn't be able to go with her on the Argus Limited!? What if Grimm and bandits attacked, and they all died because they were one man short!! What if he died, from complications from his nose injury!? Oh stars, this was awful, simply awful. "Albert!! Oh no, are you okay, my friend!? Please be okay!" She reached for his hand, and attempted to pull him up into a seated or standing position, whichever he was more able to do right then, before turning to the treadmill, still dangerously whirring along. "T'at t'ing is terrifying. Is it legal for t'em to have t'ings like t'at here!? So dangerous!"
At least it wasn't her that had been thrown by the deranged exercise equipment...
LAIKA OF GS!
Last Edit: Jan 9, 2020 17:14:25 GMT -5 by Carmim Clover
SEM*: A, DURA: C STR: D Recoil: E, STAM: E, SAND: E WEAP: F, EARS: F
Post by Argent Steele on Mar 3, 2020 14:41:10 GMT -5
I know you got hate in you. Most do. Trick is to use it, 'stead of it usin' you.
But you know this. Vengeance is a motivator, not the motive. Don't hunt 'em 'cause you been wronged. Hunt 'em 'cause what they did was wrong. There's a world of difference there, kid. One makes you selfish. The other makes you a hero.
And I see a hero in you.
❝
"I'll live."
The snake Faunus' voice now had a nasally twang to it, helped along in no small part by his malformed nose. Wincing, he pressed his sleeve into his face and held it there, feeling it steadily increase in wetness the longer he did so. He was aching in a lot more other places than just the nose, but he had no doubt his Aura would help to heal those before they bruised over too badly. Still, from the feel and look of it his nose was definitely broken, and to increase the flow of Aura there now probably meant that it would heal misaligned, which would probably require further surgery in the future to fix. No, it was probably best to leave it as it was for now.
"It really hurts, though. I'm going to Doctor Haragitanai's infirmary for now," he said thickly, tilting his head forward so that the blood didn't flow down his throat or pool in his skull. That would be embarrassing indeed - aspiring Huntsman put out of commission by exercise machine. Truly a defender of the weak and an inspiration to all.
"In the meantime, could you help me inform the gym staff that that machine's broken? I don't want anyone else to get hurt because of it. Maybe hang up a sign or something so people know."
Getting to his feet, Argent nodded at Carmim, though he immediately regretted it as the motion caused something to shift and another twinge of pain to sharply jab into his nose like a bolt of lightning. Another grimace of pain crossed his face before he pushed it back and forced a smile, though it was clearly strained.
"We'll continue this some other time, hopefully."
WHISPER OF THE WYRM (SEMBLANCE): [RANK D]
SERPENT'S BENEDICTION: SPEED OF THE SCYLLA (SPEED) [RANK E] SERPENT'S BENEDICTION: DANCE OF THE DRAGON (AGILITY) [RANK E] SERPENT'S BENEDICTION: GLARE OF THE GORGON (MARKSMANSHIP) [RANK E] SERPENT’S BENEDICTION: WINGS OF THE WYVERN (ACROBATICS) [RANK F] SERPENT’S BENEDICTION: TALONS OF THE TARASQUE (MARTIAL ARTS)[RANK F]
HAVE YOU SEEN HER? HAVE YOU HEARD? THE WAY SHE MOVES, THERE ARE NO WORDS
Oh stars...
The poor, beaten, snake faunus finally pulled himself up from the cold, merciless, ground, having been downtrodden by both machine, and gravity, alike, as Carmim fretted over his fortunately-not-lifeless form. The expression of relief on her face was palpable as he expressed the bare minimum affirmation that he was alright. "I'll live," may not have sounded like much, but for her, she hadn't been so sure moments ago! How horrible it would have been for one of her classmates, maybe even a teammate on their mission together, to have been so brutally killed by such a horrific exercise machine!
But at the admission that he was still in pain, all of the relief fled from her face, as she continued to fret and worry about him. How awful! She silently swore to destroy that treadmill, someday, to avenge him.
Well.
No, she wouldn't do that. It looked expensive, and no doubt, the school couldn't just afford to buy new fancy running machines every day, and besides the point, she would very likely get in trouble for breaking it, even if it did deserve to be smashed to bits.
At any rate, he spoke up again, jerking her mind away from thoughts of beating up the school's exercise equipment in his honor. She nodded rapidly, a look of firm determination on her face. "Yes, of course! I can do t'at!" She made a mental note to head off to find the gym staff. Were there staff members in the gym? She had assumed it was just a free-for-all, but on second thought, having dedicated staff to ensure everybody was safe seemed a lot smarter and better than just letting a bunch of teens with superpowers run rampant in a room full of dangerous treadmills and adrenaline-inducing workouts.
Good to know Haven was a responsible institution with its students' well-being and safety.
That gave her a little more confidence with regards to their Argus Limited mission coming up soon. As Argent began to lift himself to his feet, Carmim reached out a hand to help him up, and once he was standing, she turned to run off to find a staff member. But before she got more than a step or two away, she swiveled around at the sound of his voice, just in time to catch his smile, in spite of the pain and his bloody nose.
She smiled back, warm and friendly. "Yes! I would like t'at, Argent!" Huh. Was that his name...? Didn't sound right. Hopefully he wouldn't be offended that she'd gotten it wrong again...
But before he could correct her, the little redhead had already given him a wave farewell, and gone off to find someone to warn about the dangers of the treadmill.
What a hellish creation...
But it had made her a new friend, so she couldn't complain too much.
LAIKA OF GS!
SEM*: A, DURA: C STR: D Recoil: E, STAM: E, SAND: E WEAP: F, EARS: F