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 Carmim Clover on Oct 7, 2019 12:49:52 GMT -5
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WORDS: 348 TAG: @pippilongstockings NOTES: v short post, but ye ye, it's up now lol TOTAL WORDS: 348
HAVE YOU SEEN HER? HAVE YOU HEARD? THE WAY SHE MOVES, THERE ARE NO WORDS
Professor Meng Long's office lay before the red-haired girl, as she walked with a bounce and a skip in her step.
She was excited for this meeting, honestly- possibly a little too much so. Professor Long was probably her favorite teacher at Haven so far, largely due to the subjects she taught. While Carmim was hardly an artist, she enjoyed the art class electives nonetheless, and she was having an absolute blast learning all the fancy music stuff Long knew about- who knew Atlesian classical music was so different from her traditional Vacuoan music?! She wasn't especially the best at all the fancy words for things yet, but she was a natural-born musician, as the hefty drum dangling by her hip indicated.
But the subject she loved almost as much as music, and which she was arguably the worst at, was History.
Which was why she had scheduled a tutoring session with the kindly old professor to try and keep up with her classmates at the subject. It wasn't that she had no interest for it, or even that she had no talent for it- her father had taught her much of her village's history, and of their kingdom's history, and it was an oral tradition she knew extensively well, in the form of songs and stories. But when it came to stuff that was written down in books...? That was a lot harder for her. Largely because it was no secret that she wasn't a very strong reader, in general. A lack of formal education tended to have that effect, after all.
But what she lacked in study skills and literacy, she made up for in passion and determination! She tapped on the door in a quick little rhythm, announcing her presence. And when (or if) Mrs. Long invited her in, she would swing open the door and beam up at the woman with a face filled with joy and readiness for learning. "Hello Mrs. Long! I am here for our lesson! How is your day going so far?"
Time to get her learn on!
LAIKA OF GS!
SEM*: A, DURA: C STR: D Recoil: E, STAM: E, SAND: E WEAP: F, EARS: F
[attr="class","ilikeyouheadsubtext"]Learning about the past, to learn about yourself
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The sound of Long's voice could be heard from behind the door, telling Carmim to just come inside. As Carmim walked into the office, she would have been greeted by the workplace of a tidy hoarder. The small office had all the essentials you would expect from a teacher's office: It had a central wooden desk that took up quite some space in the right center of the room. It seemed old with signs of wear and tear even from a distance, and certainly not the standard furniture that was made in bulk to fill the academy. On it was a selection of stacks of papers, though all seemed to have a proper place as it wasn't half as disorganized as some of her old peers. In front of it were two chairs most likely meant for students to take a seat. To the left of the room were placed cabinets to store files and such, and on the back of the room was a large whiteboard that had notes written on it that seemed to be for Long's personal use. It seemed to have been used a lot, but some phrases were still clearly visible in the corner of it and ranged from; 'Grade papers' to 'Buy more Tea' to 'It is Atlas now'.[break] [break]
That were all the essential things that someone might expect.[break] [break]
Then there were the numerous pieces of art that were placed everyone and nowhere.[break] [break]
Every place of the office that could have it seemed to have been carefully selected to have a specific art project.[break] [break]
The right wall was filled with a wide assortment of painting and other drawings. Some were majestic sceneries crafted from the imagination of a brilliant minds, mixing a myriad of colours with bold strokes on canvas. Others were more child-like drawings that a five year old could make with a single crayon. The cabinets were also both plastered with drawings, but on some of the planks were placed figurines and other creations. Some were clearly people, while others were the miniatures of weapons and Grimm. Some were just weird shapes, other clearly seemed to mean something even though it wasn't clear from the get go. One of the more central art pieces was a large chandelier made from what looked to be glass and silver that seemed way above the pay grade of any teacher, and certainly Mrs. Long's salary.[break] [break]
Mrs. Long was seated behind her desk, which already had some books stacked on top of it. Carmim Clover was an excellent musician, to be honest. She was creative, wanted to learn, and even had her own style. Her attitude was honestly quite the delight in those kinds of lessons. Give the girl a book and Long honestly preferred to go back teaching in kindergarten. At least you can read from the book and they will kinda get the big picture. Duck goes quack, Dog goes woof. Why do children understand such logical connection at such a young age, but students do not seem to understand that an bilateral trade agreement between two kingdoms leads to a global socioeconomic disparity with the other kingdoms as an unintended side-effect? [break] [break]
Well, no matter...Mrs. Long had met more unsuitable students in her years. At least Carmim didn't ate the books, and she was eager to learn even though she wasn't all that naturally gifted in the skills necessary of an academic course. Still, as knowledge can be learned, so can the skills required to obtain knowledge.[break] [break]
The old woman gestured that Carmim should sit down, offering her a cup of tea almost immediately afterwards. She gave a kind smile that seemed to also be reflected in the tone of her voice. It was as kind grandmotherly as could be. "A cup of tea, Miss Clover? What was your flavor again? Oh, my day? I have to say that it has gone rather splendidly. I did some training on my own, and I have to say that I 'still got it'" Mrs. Long was giving air-quotes with her left hand as she said the line that obviously wasn't in her normal vocabulary. Still, she tried to give it her all.
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Post by Carmim Clover on Oct 16, 2019 2:46:48 GMT -5
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WORDS: 504 TAG: @longjohnsilver NOTES: bOoKs aRe hArD TOTAL WORDS: 852
HAVE YOU SEEN HER? HAVE YOU HEARD? THE WAY SHE MOVES, THERE ARE NO WORDS
Carmim was pretty sure she hadn't been in Mrs. Long's office before. Mainly because she definitely would have remembered it, if she had. It was colorful and filled to the brim with art and decorations, each one telling a different story, and she was instantly in love with the entire room. So distracted by the marvelous collection of decor, was she, that she almost didn't catch her teacher's offer of tea and a seat. With a cheerful smile, she nodded as she sat opposite Mrs. Long at her desk, taking care to place Storyteller beside her, the battered and worn drum with its intricate carvings and black ropes fitting in surprisingly well with the chaotic aesthetic of the art teacher's office.
"Yes, please, Mrs. Long, t'ank you! Ginger and lemon wit' honey." She listened intently as Mrs. Long told her about her day, and presumably prepared her cup of tea. It seemed as if the elderly woman loved tea as much as Carmim loved cheese, if that was possible- not that Carmim was complaining at all, she always appreciated being greeted with tea, and her teacher's collection was vast and extensive. She giggled just a little at Mrs. Long's air-quoted slang- as hip and trendy as it was, the little redhead wasn't entirely sure what it meant, herself. But the way the line was delivered, it had a sense of humor to it that proved irresistible. She would have to ask her later what exactly it was she "still got," but for now she was content with knowing the grandmotherly woman's day was going well. "I am glad to hear it!" She beamed up at Mrs. Long, before taking a sip of her tea, basking in the sweetness of the honey, the citrusy tang of the lemon, and the spicy aroma of the ginger. Mmm. Her favorite.
Hmm... What had she come to talk about again...? Oh! Right! History! Well, best to start somewhere. Hmmm... Where to start, though? "T'is tea is delicious. Mm. So Mrs. Long, about t'e reading you assigned in t'e last class- can you help me wit' t'e bit about how Atlas got rid of all t'e art and music and stuff in t'e Great War? I was a little lost when I read t'rough t'at part... And a lot of t'e ot'er parts. It is a very t'ick book and it hurts my head trying to read it sometimes... It's so much easier when you're explaining stuff in class!" It was true- try as she might, reading was still a definite struggle for Carmim, who had never really had a need for it until arriving at Haven. Her eldest brother had tried inflicting his science books on her, but that was about as successful a venture as teaching a dog to solve calculus equations. Except the dog might have given it a solid try...
Hopefully, though, Mrs. Long could illuminate this first of many topics for her. She certainly needed all the help she could get, after all...
LAIKA OF GS!
SEM*: A, DURA: C STR: D Recoil: E, STAM: E, SAND: E WEAP: F, EARS: F
[attr="class","ilikeyouheadsubtext"]Learning about the past, to learn about yourself
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The old woman prepared the desired tea melange for Carmim, taking her time with the ceremony. First tea, then we discuss your actual work. Some things deserved to be taken at their own pace. She took some pre-peeled ginger from a small container and placed it in a small pot before she added boiling water over it to steep. As Meng waited for the tea to steep, she took out a lemon and a small cup of honey that she placed in the tea mug. Meng made sure to ask Carmim for the right composition of honey and lemon. Meng had judged Carmim to be more a sweet-tooth than anything else, but first intuitions can be wrong. When the ginger had proper stooped, the old teacher strained the water into the glass mug for Carmim to stir with a spoon. The whole tea ceremony took about five minutes total, in which not a single word about books or learning was said. It might not have been the most exciting for the young bouncing ball of a girl, but patience is a virtue. [break][break]
When Carmim had received her mug, and seemed to like the tea, Mrs. Long finally listened attentively as Carmim spoke about why she was here. The teacher listened to the girl attentively, before nodding when Carmim was done. From what Mrs. Long remembered of Carmim's file, she grew up in backwater Vacuo and most likely didn't had a proper education in the traditional sense. The history she grew up learning was most likely local. Mrs. Long liked to explain stuff through lectures to this year's class regardless, as many of the students shared a similar inerudite background. Of course everyone was given lessons on how to read and write properly enough if they were unable to, as such a vital skill was honestly required for Huntsman. Sorry, I didn't understood the details of the assignment because it was written with words with more than four syllables. Still, there was simply too much history to cover in a year, so even the students who were limping along needed to be thrown into the deep and read books and theory that might have been a bit too advanced for them. [break][break]
Still, there was one thing that Carmim said that caused Mrs. Long to reconsider that approach. The old woman placed down her cup as she took a good look at Carmim. She asked: "Do you often have headaches when you are reading? While the contents of 'History vol. III is indeed not the easiest, it shouldn't give headaches unless the book was dropped on your head." The old woman gave a slight haughty chuckles before she continued. "Something that might be considered: Have your eyes ever been tested to see if you are in need of glasses? I myself use reading glasses at time, and my eyes do not get us tired." As Long spoke, one of her hands disappeared in one of the woman's sleeves. A few moments later, the hand returned with a small set of spectacles that you could buy at any drugstore in Haven. Mrs. Long placed the cheap eye-wear on the table in front of Carmim, gesturing the girl to try them out.[break][break]
Meng wanted to make sure that the proper procedures were followed. If a student says they have headaches from reading, first look if they need glasses. It works with kindergartens, it works with Huntsman academies. The girl's eyesight was most likely never tested in Vacuo, and while she was not a doctor in the slightest, Miss Haragitanai could do a more proper examination if needed.[break][break]
Post by Carmim Clover on Jan 14, 2020 8:27:51 GMT -5
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AURA: 100% TAG: @lengthylady NOTES: oh no not a pop quiz! i didn't even bring my balloons! WORDS: 911 | TWC: 1763
HAVE YOU SEEN HER? HAVE YOU HEARD? THE WAY SHE MOVES, THERE ARE NO WORDS
The little redhead had absolutely no problem taking the time to work through the tea ceremony, properly. Having never actually been to a formal tea ceremony before, she wasn't entirely sure if she was doing everything right, but she tried her best to imitate whatever Mrs. Long did, as she received her tea, and prepared to drink it. She was glad to know that Mrs. Long had ginger tea, honestly- she'd learned a hard truth, coming to Mistral, that not everybody who had tea, had ginger tea. But she of course knew Mrs. Long had to have some- she was always talking in classes about the importance of tea, and knowing which tea was best for what, and a bunch of stuff about being a good host. When Mrs. Long asked how much lemon and honey she wanted, her guess was pretty accurate- lots and lots of honey, but she also liked her ginger steeped a little longer, so that it would be extra spicy. Sweet and spicy was the objectively best flavor for tea to be, after all. Everyone knew that.
Long's intuition about her patience was also accurate. She was wiggling in her seat, drumming her fingers lightly along the side of her chair, and bobbing her head, staring around the office as the tea was made and served, seeing as she'd been shushed when she initially attempted to dive right into talking about books and learning. She liked classes, though! And Mrs. Long was so easy to talk to. It was hard to resist the impulse to chatter away, but she held firm. Now, tea in hand, she took a very satisfying sip, once it had cooled to reasonable temperatures, and the warmth flowing from her mouth to her stomach was as visible as the red of her hair.
She closed her eyes, with a wide smile of contentment, before explaining to her teacher the dilemma she was facing. The old woman listened attentively, and riffed off of her active listening, by speaking a bit more lively herself- she could have sworn she remembered learning that tip in one of Long's classes on communication, actually, and was pleasantly surprised that she'd recalled that bit. Much unlike her history lessons...
As she finished her explanation, Long took a moment to pause and stare at her thoughtfully, which Carmim assumed meant she was carefully considering what she'd just said. And when she spoke, her assumption was confirmed! She had come up with a theory on how to help make books not hard. Maybe she'd just get rid of the books, and explain everything out loud? That would be the most helpful.
Bright red eyes lit up as she asked about her headaches, though thankfully the slightly condescending remark about the book being dropped on her head flew right after said book-smacked skull. She nodded enthusiastically. "Mm-hm! Most of t'e time when I am reading, yes!" It was a definite problem, and not just with History Vol. III. She struggled reading most things that involved words more complex than very simple monosyllabic ones, like cat, bat, and hat. Anything more difficult than those, she needed to take the time to sound out carefully, letter by painstaking letter. Which, for a difficult read like her history textbook, was quite the insurmountable challenge, no matter how enthusiastic she was about the material.
Long continued, though, and suddenly she was even more confused than she was before. Eyes tested? Her eyes were going to have to take a test? Huh? Her face, as it often did, wore her confusion plain as day. "Tested? No, I do not t'ink so... What kind of test is it?" Just great. She came here to get help studying for tests, and now she had to take a pop quiz for her eyeballs! At least her tea was soothing and nice.
Her teacher placed a pair of reading glasses in front of her, and explained that she needed to wear special glasses for reading sometimes. Carmim had seen people with glasses before, but very, very, rarely, back home- most she'd seen were on TV, or here at Haven, like Ryan. She gingerly picked up the eye-wear, after making sure that she was supposed to. She glanced over them curiously, but with a little excitement- if these things really did make it easy to read, then she was going to wear them all the time! Then she'd read everything, no problem, and get super smart, and know lots of stuff about Atlas, and wars, and the king of Vale, and why ladybugs are called that, when there are boy ladybugs too! She was going to be the smartest!!
Very carefully, she slid the glasses on, over her ears, which she wiggled a bit at the odd sensation of having the plastic frames sitting on top of them. As the bridge of the glasses settled over her nose, that too crinkled at the touch. Giving a bold look around the room again, she was excited to see how powerful her new superhuman vision would be!
Except that it... Kinda seemed the same. Maybe she needed something to read? "Huh. T'ese don't feel very different. Do you have a book t'at I could try reading? Maybe t'at will make t'em work!"
And hopefully, if they did, then she might not have to take the surprise eye test! Because she definitely hadn't studied for that one.
LAIKA OF GS!
SEM*: A, DURA: C STR: D Recoil: E, STAM: E, SAND: E WEAP: F, EARS: F