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 Aegle Verdant on Jul 23, 2019 20:36:44 GMT -5
"Heh, armor?" Aegle made the word a giggle. The suggestion amused her, though she couldn't have said why. Just as she couldn't have said why she didn't immediately shy away from the topic, knowing well what metal sound he must be referring to. "Yeah," She decided instead, a coy curl in her cracked lips, "It's me armor, sure. Why not?" Her tongue felt thick in her mouth, and her words were unfamiliar upon it. Like the muzziness and the thinking, it wasn't impossible to speak, but it was a lot harder than she was used to. She turned a blind grin towards the sound of Reynard's voice, eyes still closed against the sun's warm kiss. "S'armor, all the way from heel t'hands, it is." She told him, waving her hands, though without taking her arms off the bench's back.
Aegle had little more to say on the subject, her mouth having outpaced her mind, so for several moments she was quiet. Her head rolled back, and her face basked in the sun's warmth once more, and she gave another quiet giggle, amused by her sudden inability to think of anything to say. An awful lot of stuff seemed queerly amusing, just then. Then she remembered what Aaron had told her. "Armor weighs y'down, my brother always said. It wears a man out, or a girl, I reckon." She shrugged, and her shoulders wheezed and whirred. She saw the humor in that, and her grin flashed broad across her lips once again, and a soft little laugh trickled up from her throat. She opened her eyes, narrowed against the sun's glare, and rolled her head loosely back to upright. She let her arms drop into her lap, looked down, and found she could not see herself at all. Instead, she saw her big brother's lucky old hoodie, the one he'd worn to Atlas, and the bandages that swathed her hands all the way to her finger tips. She saw the baggy cargo pants and their torn and faded cuffs, from out of which pocked the toes of two steel toed boots, each of what was many times larger than her actual feet.
Smiling wanly, Aegle turned her hands over in her lap, but could find no skin exposed. "I reckon my armor does that too. I wear it, and it keeps me safe, keeps the world from hurtin' me, but it wears me down." Slowly, Aegle pulled her fingers into fists. "Y'wouldn't think it's so heavy, lookin' at it," She told the musician, light and smiling, like she was sharing a joke, "But it makes me so tired some days. Makes me wish I could just take it off." Aegle rolled her head to the side, emerald eyes narrowed with mischief, and something else. "But then what'd protect me, d'ya reckon? What'd stop me from gettin' hurt? Bein' tired's a small price t'pay, so long as it keeps ya from gettin' hurt, wouldn't y'say?"
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Last Edit: Jul 23, 2019 20:41:54 GMT -5 by Aegle Verdant
Post by Reynard Marshall on Jul 29, 2019 15:54:23 GMT -5
Reynard listened to Aegle's monologue with quiet respect. He didn't want to interrupt her and he certainly felt like there was more to what she was saying than just sharing in a bit of sarcasm as it might outwardly see. Whatever the girl wore it wasn't really armor but Reynard felt it would be rude to ask for any more info. After all, he did just meet this person. He gave an earnest smile and nodded he kinda got it. There was a burden Aegle bore that was both necessary and exhausting and it had something to do with that 'armor'. "Yeah..." He replied simply trailing off a bit as he nodded.
He scratched the back of his head and instinctively reached for his flask again. He had reached a level of buzzed where he didn't really care if he got actually drunk. He started to lift the container out of his pocket then remembered it was empty when he felt it's weight. Reynard chuckled to himself. He rolled his head over to face Aegle and smirked. "Ya feel up to walkin a bit. I could use a refill and you could use some time to sober up or keep goin when I get more booze if your not up to training today," The man gave an exaggerated shrug and continued, "Either way it beats just sittin around ya know?"
Post by Aegle Verdant on Jul 30, 2019 12:45:33 GMT -5
From Reynard's expression, Aegle could tell right away he didn't get the joke, though she could not say she blamed him, not when she'd made it as oblique as possible. Nor did she think he would have found it a particularly funny joke, even if he had gotten it. Muzzy as her thoughts presently were, it was only considering that fact that Aegle finally felt a pang of guilt for what she'd said, not to mention ashamed. Probably it was for the best that Reynard didn't get it and, if she had any sense at all, Aegle would not help clear the matter up for him. Except, for one crazy instant, Aegle considered letting him in on the horribly unfunny punchline. She could not have said where the urge came from, but it surged up inside of her so strong, so urgent with need, that she felt, for a moment, swept away by the possibility of it. Thankfully, disappointingly, the madness subsided before she was even done opening her mouth. Then the walls were back up, the armor locked tightly in place, and Aegle was left wondering what she could have been thinking. She blinked once, hard, as though to flush the disparate impulse away, but it was already gone, vanished behind the plate and mail eight years in the forging.
She was Aegle Verdant again, crippled and cowering, and desperately fearful that anyone should see beneath her armor, both physical and emotional. And yet, she could not help but mourn the other's departure, that madness that had nearly taken hold of her. 'Must be the drink,' She thought blearily, 'Makin' me weirder than usual...' "Ya feel up to walkin a bit?" Reynard asked her. So deep in her own thoughts, Aegle had just about forgotten he was there. His words made her jump, made her blurred eyes settle on him, filled with unasked questions. "I could use a refill," He told her, by way of explanation, as one hand fingered his flask, "and you could use some time to sober up." Almost as an after thought, as though it had only occurred to him that moment to suggest it, "Or keep goin when I get more booze, if your not up to training today. Either way it beats just sittin around ya know?" Aegle blinked again, dulled senses taking a moment longer than usual to make sense of the musician's words. Then, beside herself, the small girl smile and let her head hang loose on her crooked shoulders. "Sure," She said, "Why not? Life's short and I ain't never gonna get better at walkin' if I don't do it from time to time." Before she had quite realized she was doing it, Aegle was standing. She wobbled a bit unsteadily at first, feeling something like a head rush and vertigo all rolled into one. It passed but quickly, though the world was left trembling in its wake.
For a moment, she was content just to stand and sway. Everything felt light and heavy and strangely padded. Her movements had a queer weight to them she'd never noticed before, feeling as though she could throw herself across the quad, if only she lifted her arm. Not unpleasant; It actually felt kind of good. Great even. There was no way she could train if she went on feeling this way. Aegle glanced back at Reynard, a sheepish grin on her lips, "Don't reckon I ought'a have more, though. Don't got time t'skip trainin', I reckon." She swung back around, breathing in the grassy scent of the quad, keenly conscious of how the air wormed its way through her nose and filled her lungs. "S'never enough time." She murmured, not even realizing shed spoken. Then, with a fumbling effort, she put her hood back up and took the sun off her tingly pate. Walking like this would be interesting, Aegle decided.
Post by Reynard Marshall on Aug 5, 2019 22:29:35 GMT -5
Reynard chuckled a bit as Aegle wobbled to her feet. Yep definitely a noob at the fine art of getting drunk. The man leaned forward sluggishly and unplugged the audio jack from his guitar and amp and carefully coiled up the cord. He shoved it into one of his jacket pockets and swiped his hand across the power switch shutting the machine off. Reynard swung his legs out then threw his weight forward swinging from seated to on his feet. He stumbled slightly as his senses lurched forward to meet his movement. He shouldered his guitar and grabbed hold of the handle of his amp. It was surprisingly light utilizing a bit of atlesian tech in the speaker system. They sure were good at making light weight electronics and Reynard was no tech wiz so he was glad the stuff existed and was easy enough to put together.
Reynard gave a glance toward Aegle and motioned with his free hand lazily. He turned on his heels and started down the path slowly toward the dorms making sure his new friend was following along. He fumbled about in his pockets for a moment and pulled out his scroll. A few taps and swipes later and he had the contact menu open on the device and a new blank entry ready to go. He held his hand out with the scroll in it. "Mind adding your contact info? Your onna the first people here I've actually had a real conversation with aside from class shit and the occasional hi how are yous. I'd love to hang more often than this here chance meeting if ya don't mind my boldness." Reynard explained with his winning smile plastered across his face. As much as he'd normally hate to admit it he was kinda lacking in the friends department as of late and was eager to actually start making some instead of just wandering around and being quad guitar douchebag!
Post by Aegle Verdant on Aug 5, 2019 23:56:01 GMT -5
She watched with ill concealed fascination as Reynard picked himself off the bench. Long limbed and graceful, the vulpine guitarist had a sort of effortless air to him. She was sure she must have noticed it before, but she hadn't really stopped to appreciate it at the time. His hands were especially captivating, always moving, always doing something, dexterous as two fleet winged birds, as they flittered hither and tither, packing up his guitar and his gear. The effect was spoiled somewhat when he actually stood up, and subsequently stumbled under his own momentum, but even that wasn't enough to shatter his relaxed demeanor. Aegle, whose own inner voices were most unaccountably quiet at that moment, wondered if Reynard owed some of his suave calm to the alcohol he'd imbibed. She didn't think so. While Aegle supposed the alcohol could have accounted for some of Reynard's self-comfort, much and more seemed as natural on him as his golden eyes. Drink or no drink, she thought it would take some doing to get the guitarist truly worked up over anything.
He cut a handsome figure, once he was fully stood up. Tall and lean, he stood with shoulders back and chin raised, the very picture of confidence and self-assurance. He'd always been handsome, had always been fit, Aegle decided from how he stood. It reminded her of the other Atlesian she'd met, her first night in Haven. Though, where Evangeline had been graceful and charming without affection, it was Reynard singular confidence which he made seem effortless.
Reynard looked at her, his vulpine face as relaxed as when he'd been strumming his guitar, and gestured for her to follow. Aegle was so caught up in watching him that it took him actually turning away to make her give chase. A few steps in the wake of Reynard's long strides were enough to remind Aegle just how different the two of them were. Different in ways that did not merely pertain to height or sex. Disquieted, Aegle hastened to catch up, her feet clumsy beneath her, even clumsier than usual.
They were in the shadow of the dorms when she half-limped into stride beside him, a look of chagrin poorly concealed on her rose-tinged face. Glancing down at her, Reynard offered out his hand, his scroll cradled nimbly by four long fingers. Aegle blinked, surprised, but took the scroll without comment. "Mind adding your contact info?" He said to her puzzled stare, smiling a smile as lean and well fitted as he was, "You're onna the first people I've actually had a real conversation with..." Looking down at the scroll, Aegle found it already on a new entry, awaiting only her input. "I'd love to hang more often than this here chance meeting, if ya don't mind my boldness." Aegle stumbled a little, half-tripping over her own feet. She plodded to an abrupt, swaying stop, eyes fixed on the scroll clutched tight in her clumsy hands, eyes wide and face hot. Was he asking for her number? Half-a-hundred badly written cartoons and television shows, and half-a-thousand even worse written comics, had primed her for this moment. She took a moment to savor it, to feel whatever it was one was supposed to feel when a cute boy asked for one's contact information. Was that a fluttering she felt in her chest, some portent of a crush soon to be?
It was such a laughable thought that Aegle couldn't help crooked grin. With the care of the mildly intoxicated, she tapped in her name and contact information, and all the while she grinned at herself, at her foolishness. "There y'go," She said, handing the scroll back, as she turned that green-eyed leer upon Reynard, "My number." Then she did giggle, and shook her head, and swayed back into motion the way the two of them had been headed. The thought of someone like him liking, like really liking, someone like her... That was just too funny. Hysterical even.
It kept her quietly giggling all the way to the dorm building.
Post by Reynard Marshall on Aug 9, 2019 21:41:52 GMT -5
Reynard watched as Aegle fumbled with his phone a moment entering her information. She certainly seemed way more pleased with the situation than seemed appropriate. After all, in Reynard's mind it was just a simple request for contact info. Only seemed natural to try and keep in touch with new chill people and grow one's network of friends. The teen raised an eyebrow in a passively curious expression before turning his attention forward to watch were he was going. Wouldn't want to smack into a wall or another student. If one is to be drunk when they aren't supposed to it helped not to make it obvious by stumbling about.
Reynard gave a shrug and continued on walking oblivious even as Aegle giggled to herself making the nature of the situation far more obvious to someone more socially aware. Alas Reynard wasn't too good at that. He instead just focused on keeping the good vibes going and trying his best to look like he didn't give a shit and most of the time he didn't. They eventually made it to the entrance of the dorms. Reynard casually pulled the door open and held it open for Aegle gesturing for her to walk into the halls. He followed after her closing the door behind himself speeding up his pace to catch back up and lead the way. A few turns and a flight of stairs and soon the duo would find themselves standing outside of Reynard's room.
The teen wasted no time pulling out a keychain from his pocket and unlocked the door. He gave another smirk and swung the door open. He casually barged in and slung his guitar off his shoulder and onto a stand. He set the amp next to it and grabbed a charging cable plugging it in so it had a chance to recharge. Once that was finished he turned back to face Aegle and held out his arms to either side gesturing about the room. "Welp this is my humble dwelling. Identical to any other I imagine." He said sarcastically jabbing at the fact every room was near identically designed and furnished save for what things students choose to bring with them. The room was in slight disarray. Reynard had music equipment cluttering most corners of the room, a dresser with unfolded clothes sticking out of drawers that couldn't be shut all the way, a metal work desk covered tools and chunks of precious metals as well as a gas torch Rey used to heat up the pieces he was working on, and in one a stack of various dried fruit extracts and malts and a mini fridge.
Reynard walked toward the closet door and pulled it open revealing a shelving unit full of racked gallon carboys filled with liquids some bubbling with fermentation and some more static and clear in color. To the side of the shelf was a metal distillation vessel that looked home made and run off of fire dust. It must have taken some serious dedication to smuggle all of this in there or the faculty knew and didn't see it as an immediate problem either way there it was. Reynard looked over the various glass vessels until he came across one that was sealed with a cork instead of an airlock and had a label taped onto it. It read wild berry cider. He nodded to himself and turned on his heels holding out the bottle. "Wanna try some of this, its a cider instead of a spirit and super sweet? A personal favorite actually."
Post by Aegle Verdant on Aug 11, 2019 12:13:58 GMT -5
Clearly Reynard didn't get the joke, but Aegle was hardly about to explain it to him, not when chances were she'd come across looking like the crazy one when all was said and done. Better just to keep giggling to herself. Her laughter carried her up the dorm's winding stairs, drifting along in Reynard's wake, coming in stops and starts whenever her thoughts returned to the innocent exchange of details, and the fallacious conclusion her mind had sprung to. They returned quite often, as it turned out, during their ascent to Reynard's room. Aegle was still tittering, even as the guitarist was unlocking his door. She couldn't seem to get tired of it, was in fact giddily ready to start up chortling again. 'I'm drunk.' She thought, and thereby tried to excuse her behavior, though she might just as easily thought 'I'm weird.' or even 'I'm crazy.' as her excuse. The latter two had ever been mainstays for her, and explaining away her abnormal behavior. After all, she'd spent the first eight years of her life convinced she was weird and different, and the following eight had done all they could to prove the point. Sixteen years, and each one reminded Aegle of just how strange a person she was...
Aegle lingered in the doorway, suddenly quite troubled by her own train of thought; She'd been so happy a moment ago, and now it felt as though a hole had opened up inside her, and swallowed up every last bit of cheer. As Reynard moved about his room, Aegle watched but did not see. Her attention was instead fixated upon the gnawing emptiness that had so unexpectedly filled her. 'Can I blame this on a bit of alcohol too,' Aegle wondered, her smile as a mask upon her suddenly pallid face, 'or is this because I'm weird or crazy?' Her smile twisted suddenly, crooking wide as could be, and she laughed dizzily. She really was a crooked girl, bent in all the wrong ways. 'What am I doin' here?'
Reynard was doing something near the back of his room, fiddling with something. Suddenly, he turned and presented a bottle filled with a dark plum colored liquid. "Wanna try some of this?" He asked, smiling that unaffected and relaxed smile, which turned his already handsome face magnetic, "It's a cider instead of a spirit, and super sweet; A personal favorite, actually." Aegle stared at him and the proffered bottle by turn. The pleasant, muzzy carelessness of the spirits was a warm and recent memory, seeming just near enough that she could still almost feel it. If she drank more, would that feeling come back? Could Reynard's cider fill the hole that had opened up inside of her? Swallowing, Aegle took a step closer. Her own movement grated on her ears, the whirring click that accompanied each shuffling footfall, every limping stride. She wanted that feeling back, brief as it had been. The feeling of disassociation, the quieting of the voices in her head, the dulling of her discomfort and lightening of limbs. And Aegle knew, if those things were guaranteed, then she would have drank down every last drop of cider Reynard could spare. Something stopped her though. 'What am I doin' here?' she wondered. What was she doing in Haven? In Reynard's room? In arms reach of a bottle? 'Why am I doin' this?' Why was she thinking of drinking more, when she'd already decided she shouldn't? Why had she followed Reynard to his room, if not because she knew he'd have more spirits waiting there? Why had she come to Haven at all? "Why am I here?" Aegle asked aloud, swaying, in a quiet voice that still filled the dimly lit dorm room. It was the one question she knew the answer to. 'Sixteen and five.' Aegle thought, counting, 'Twenty and one.' "Y'know?" She mused, grinning at the the musician, grinning at his offer of cider and its promise of muzzy oblivion, "I think I'm good." Aegle grinned even wider, impossibly wide. The expression was like a slash across her face, joining one ear to the other. Smiling the way a skull might have smiled, an likeness which her bald pate and sunken eyes only exaggerated. "In fact, I ought'a get goin', I reckon," She let her head hang loosely to the side, and raked her fingers over the thin stubble of her scalp, "S'been nice meetin' ya n'all, n'I hope t'do it all again." Aegle swung her head to the other side, raked her scalp with her other hand. She felt suddenly quite confused by all the things she was feeling. Confused and even frightened, yet so indistinctly that she could not have said why. Could it be that she wanted more to drink, even if it didn't make her feel the way the first sip had? Even if the hole was not because she was crazy or weird? Even if it really had been the spirits' fault? Aegle giggled, shaking her head, sure she was being weird, and swung her face up to look at Reynard, who was probably about as confused as she was by this point. "Yeah," She decided aloud, "Let's do this again, but some time when I don't need t'train right after, y'know?" And, abruptly, Aegle swung around and whirred and clicked towards the door, though her armor muffled the sounds. "Got a lot of work t'do," Aegle explained, waving without looking, "And not enough time t'do it all, but I'll make time f'you, I reckon. Y'got my number." And then she fled. She fled from Reynard and his cider, and all the questions it posed. Most of all, she fled the possibilities they promised, the musician and the drink. 'Sixteen and five,' Aegle remembered, grinning, 'Twenty and one.'
Post by Reynard Marshall on Aug 11, 2019 18:21:20 GMT -5
Reynard studied Aegle's reaction to his offer his smile fading slightly as he remembered rather late she had mentioned being done with the drink for now. He hoped his offer wouldn't be taken the wrong way and nodded politely. He turned to set the bottle down still listening as the girl excused herself and started out of his room. He turned back to the sight of her disappearing outside.
Reynard let out a defeated sigh and chuckled to himself. He sure did know how to chase em off but hey Aegle did say he should contact her later so the day wasn't a loss. He reached into his pocket and pulled out his scroll thumbing through the contacts till he found the new entry and quickly typed out a message sending it off. Something he neglected to do before. It read, 'Yo it's Reynard, sendin this so ya got my number as well. See ya around!' He placed his phone back into his pocket and glanced to his open door. He walked over to it and peered outside before shutting it and snapping the deadbolt in place. He turned back to his desk and sat down starting to tinker with a project he had waiting for him. Seems he never kept idle for long.
Reynard kept up the work carefully carving filigree patterns into a ring for an hour or so before setting it aside and glancing outside. Sun was still up but frankly he didn't really feel up to doing anything else and he wasn't expected for any classes. He got up and walked to the window pulling the curtains closed. He shut off all the lights in the room and flopped into bed diagonally still clothed and wearing shoes and went to sleep opting to nap instead of doing anything more productive that day.