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 Lily Finnian on Sept 23, 2019 10:10:41 GMT -5
The Library. For some this may seem a dull and dreary place. A hall they must visit only when the more academic side of the school demands it. Some see it as an impediment for the physical excellence they strive toward, a temporary prison cell that holds them hostage several times a year. While Lily could certainly sympathize with that sentiment, she could not stay away.
Growing up she had been trained relentlessly until she dropped day after day. She never met any other kids her age, and the only adults she ever saw interacted exclusively with her parents. They were raised with no luxury, and taught mostly through word of mouth, so when she first learned of the vast repositories of knowledge that had been collected in these temples to the mind called libraries she could hardly believe it. She had often gotten distracted in her training watching the birds and the bugs fly through the sky, or daydreaming about what makes the trees grow so much bigger than a shrub could. Any sort of random question may have popped into her mind as she trudged on through her repetive training. In her free time she would watch the bugs scurry about and try to figure out what they were doing.
When she learned that in a library, nearly any obscure question like that could be answered if she knew where to look, she had set out to investigate. However, when she got there she was met with a particularly hateful librarian who insisted she was an urchin in to steal books, and had been shooed out before even making it to her first shelf. The school library was one of the selling points in her decision to come here, and she had made it a point to come by and check out a new book or two each day before she would head over to the training hall for her after class workout. Sometime's she'd stay and read a book or two if her training for the day didn't involve heavy use of her aura. Today was one such day, and she was looking forward to it. She had a few books to pick up for class, and a few more to pick up to satisfy her own curiosity. The world was so full of interesting technology, she couldn't help but marvel at all of the amazing things that people took for mundane. She was educating herself one thing at a time and it was finally time to begin delving into the secrets of dust.
She quickly found the first book on her list, Another one bites the Dust, a compendium on dustbased munitions. After that she collected Dust to dust, a book on dust mining, extraction, and refinement. Unfortunately, her third quarry Dust the facts eluded her.
"Do all of these books have to be stupid puns?" She grumbled to herself sullenly as she approached a librarian. She was then directed toward a serious looking youth who had recently checked out the final copy of the book in question.
She approached him apprehensively. Asking things of others was not her strong suit, but if he had plans on leaving the library she wouldn't be able to read it before classes tomorrow.
"Err. Excuse me," she said, her voice clumsy and wooden.
"That book, would you, if it's not too much trouble, mind sharing it with me?"
Was that okay? She wasn't sure if she'd asked right or not. She was fidgeting where she stood, but managing to hold her ground despite the sudden urge to run away.
For Ryan to be in Haven's library it wasn't a weird nor uncommon thing. There's a reason of why he needed glasses after all. But what really seemed to be weird of he right now, is the book that he had asked for, in his peculiar way of talking of course, to the librarian. If her face seemed to be any indication of the surprise his request brought to her mind.
Because you see, up to this point through the school year, whenever he went to the library, any book he requested was related to sword. Be it general history ones, to forging styles of differents swords to even extremely specific books of the history of certain types of swords. As you may guessed by now, Ryan was a little obssesed with swords.
Anyway, what book Ryan was now requesting (Dust the facts, a book about, you guess it, Dust he needed to read for class) seemed to not exist on a digital form, that's how he reads the books he doesn't really cares about, and thus, he was forced to go to the Academy's library to see if they had it. And, thankfully enough, it seemed they did. After the librarian got over her shock and indicated him where it was, he checked the book out and set way to the door to get out read it in peace in one of the roofs. All the way internally grumbling how classes made him read bullshit he didn't particulary care about, specially dust related bullshit.
But Ryan barely could walk a couple steps before another student interrupted him. Turning around towards the voice that talked to him, he stared down at a petite faunus girl dressed in Haven's uniform, like himself. In silence, he pondered her request for a couple seconds. In the cons, he would have to ditch his idea of a tranquil reading afternoon where the only invitees were him, the book and some coffe in the roofs. He would have to share the book, meaning that he would get his pacing read interrupted from time to time, reading to the point where you fuck up your eyesight usually means you learn to read damn fast, and he hated that.
And in the pros... Well... Dammit. Damn you father, fucking damn you. With a groan and a slight shake of his head, he nodded at the girl and walked towards one of the tables with a follow-me motion.
He just couldn't say no to a lady's request. Even less a the request of a Faunus lady. Word Count: 426 Total Count: 426
Post by Lily Finnian on Sept 27, 2019 21:12:11 GMT -5
Lily watched as the conflict played out in Ryan's face as he deliberated on her request. Without a word, he nodded, and proceeded to move toward a table to study. She produced a small notebook with a black and white design on it's bindings meant to look like the fragments of the moon as well as an inkpen.
"I'll do my best not to interfere with your studies too much. Thank you for your understanding." she planned to only take limited notes, whatever she could scrawl down between him turning the pages. She was quite pleased with herself for maintaining a relatively calm demeanor throughout. Even if her speech was a bit stiff, it wasn't making her as anxious as it normally would while talking to a stranger. It was likely because of the professional nature of the interaction. Just two students trying to make it through the next exam. Even if she were a new student by all definitions of the word she could see how it brought people from every different background into proximity. She arrived at the table a halfstep ahead of the young man who was generously sharing with her, and quickly opened the notebook flat on the table.
The hard part was over. She'd convinced him far more painlessly than she'd anticipated, and all that was left was to avoid annoying him until her business was concluded. She could manage that, she thought with determination. At least, she hoped. This guy was hard to read, and Lily was not the most socially adept. He could already be annoyed with her imposition and complying out of politeness. Someone like her without the tools many of her more social peers grew up with would have difficulty telling, right? She hoped that wasn't the case, and turned to the beginning of what she had demarcated in her notebook as the dust section. This would be easy, in and out without any trouble, but she couldn't help but think Xanthe would be disappointed if she didn't at least try to be more personable. As a quick afterthought she said
"I'm Lily by the way, thanks again." It was the best she could muster under the circumstances, but she thought she did a good job of making the words sound relaxed. Her introductions were becoming slightly easier each time she gave one, and that was a godsend in her eyes.