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 Arrats Calanthe on Oct 27, 2019 21:01:59 GMT -5
Funnily enough, there wasn’t much he hadn’t seen in this forest. The animals were one thing and the trees themselves provided wonderful material but Arrats really didn’t have much else to sketch after being here a good few hours. He’d finished off his first pencil a while ago, it had snapped and he had lost the end of it after attempting to reach a good place to sit. He was now on his second pencil and he hated having to worry about how many he’d brought with him. It made him nervous if all didn’t go to plan and his first pencil breaking was not part of his plan. To anyone else this must look quite odd. A boy with purple hair sitting on a rock alone in a forest, sketching out the plants and trees surrounding him. Then again, he didn’t much care if other people saw him as odd. He was more concerned that the branch he was copying was a little inaccurate which might’ve meant the entire tree was built on a faulty drawing which while aggravating would mean he’d have to discard the paper he was working with which would be twice as aggravating if he was being frank. Arrats sighed and looked over the tree again. It was of a variation he didn’t recognise which was interesting and why he even bothered to sketch it out in the first place. The branches were sparse but full of leaves. Mostly green though some appeared chewed through. The bark and tree itself seemed quite healthy in colour the dark browns seemingly quite a good colour for a tree. He guessed it was young he didn’t really know.
Arrats looked over his paper again. It was rough but easy enough to see. Much like his original notes they seemed messy and scatterbrained when looking at them from an outside perspective but with Arrats’ eye it was as plain as day what they were describing. The drawings were easy enough to see but his writings seemed messy, one note seemed almost downright illegible until Arrats looked at it from an upside-down perspective. “And that’ll be enough for today, I suppose I should start moving towards the inner areas of the forest “ Arrats stood up from his sitting position on the rock, giving it a little pat before planting his feet on the ground. For a moment his eyes preoccupied themselves with watching the skyline before he realised the suit he had on was rather dirty. He brushed little bits of dust and some small pockets of dirt off the suit making sure it’s Grey and white tones were unsullied by the dirt around them. He did the same with his pants, brushing off the dirt from them before he took a moment to pause and look around at the forest again. It was a peaceful place, much like his home town. For a second his mind wandered back to his sister and father and how they’d like this place. Shaking himself out of his wistful daydream he put the paper he was working on inside his suit pocket and began to walk aimlessly, he didn’t really have much of a direction in mind. Just a sense of curiosity. It was a lovely place this forest. It was silent most importantly. Sometimes Arrats couldn’t deal with the noise coming from within the academy or indeed from anywhere where people happened to reside in those times he liked being outside and seeing nature. It reminded him that these types of places would exist for longer than he would and the silence along with the knowledge that the forest would always be around comforted him to some degree. Hopefully the silence would continue, he had so many sketches to complete and he was sure there were plenty of secrets to sketch within this verdant forest.
Post by Brigit Akane on Oct 28, 2019 8:02:49 GMT -5
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[attr="class","exhausted"]Hey young blood, doesn't it feel like our time is running out
[attr="class","rhythm"]
❝
I'm going to change you like a remix and then raise you like a phoenix.
Green was an endlessly bright and consistently annoying color, especially out in nature where it seemed to be the only color the world had figured out how to make with any consistency. The mountains back home were much nicer, all stone gray and lava red and scorched black. Good colors, with enough variation in brightness and depth that no matter where on the volcanoes you walked you would always feel like you were seeing something new. That was not at all the case in the Haven academy forest, much to Brigit’s dismay. Everything was the same color and shape and all the trees that made their home here caused it to be nearly impossible to see much of anything at a distance, instead confining lines of sight to extremely nearby objects that weren’t blocked by either leaves or branches. It was all very inconvenient to say the least, and the lack of sightlines made it much more difficult than it should have been to figure out where in the forest she wanted to go.
Click Click Whirrrrr
There wasn’t any wildlife to speak of either. Brigit couldn’t hear any, anyways, and she certainly didn’t see any. Part of her hoped that meant Grimm were nearby that had scared off the animals in the area despite the danger to her that would pose it was a thrilling thing to consider. What no part of her realised, however, was the noise from her legs moving was the reason no animals seemed to be speaking or showing themselves, all of them had been scared off by the relatively loud metal clicking and whirring of gears that followed her wherever she walked that Brigit herself had fully tuned out and ignored.
Click Click Whirrrrr
Today Brigit’s goal was to reach a decent spot to go freeclimbing and the best place she could think of to do so that didn’t require an extreme amount of travelling was the Haven forest. That decision was something she now regretted after walking in circles for the last couple hours with little clue of where she was or how to get back to the academy. Worst case she could always use her scroll and phone somebody, but that would be the absolute last resort. The last thing she wanted to do was give the faculty at the school, or worse another student, reason to believe she was incompetent or incapable of wilderness navigation. She was, of course, but they were not allowed to know that.
Click Click Whirrrrr
It was on what Brigit could have sworn was her eighth time passing a little rocky outcropping that she caught a glimpse of somebody else moving in the trees. Another student, in all likelihood given how close the forest was to both the city and the academy. She was confident that it wasn’t a bandit, and so began to approach this other figure at a quick walk that likely signalled her arrival with the noise her legs made long before she was actually visible to the other person. And what a person they were. Purple hair, an extremely out of place looking suit and black pants, and a bundle of papers and pencils. It was like he had been plucked from the hallways of Haven and dropped into the forest without any chance to properly prepare himself for the wilderness.
Brigit stopped in place, staring at the other student with a small grin spreading over her face that quickly turned into a barking laughter as she came to terms with just how ridiculous he seemed. ”You doing alright buddy? Forget to put some hiking clothes on?-” She cut herself off with a few more bubbles of laughter before she finally managed to reign it in and compose herself. Brigit wore thicker than average reddish tank top that, upon closer examination, was just a sweater with the arms ripped off to accommodate her prosthetics and a pair of gym shorts that were also ripped even shorter than they once were to allow her prosthetic legs to move properly. She carried nothing with her apart from a small bag with enough room for a water bottle and her scroll and little else, certainly not any climbing equipment or the like despite her reason for being out here.
Click Click Whirrrrr
Brigit moved a few steps closer to the student, one she didn’t recognize at all though would likely never forget after today, and held out one of her heavy, porcelain colored metal arms for a handshake.”Lucky you didn’t find Grimm. Names Brigit. Or Brig. Sometimes Brie. Whatever you want is fine.”
(Word Count)⏤ 769/769 (Aura)⏤ 100%
Semblance E, Weapon F, Speed F, Martial arts F, Durability F, Ranged Accuracy F
Post by Arrats Calanthe on Oct 28, 2019 23:10:08 GMT -5
Well that’s interesting. The noises he could hear suddenly stopped. An interesting thing that. His mind raced for a few seconds. It could be several things, mostly dangerous to the unarmed student. It could very well be that a large animal had scared any other noises away. Which wouldn’t be great for him. He was not exactly good without his Black Dandelion. The sword was designed for him by his sister, Jade exactly for his tastes and without it his martial arts were lacking. His street fighting was effective when he was young but now he wasn’t sure how much a sound kick would do to some gargantuan creature stalking him. Then again, there was another noise he could faintly hear above him. A whirring clicking noise that reminded him of the old generator he’d seen in vacuo near his father’s old house. It was an odd noise to be hearing from the treetops. So he stopped walking to keep an ear out. Perhaps Grimm? Bandits wouldn’t be this close in the forest. He’d always liked the look of Grimm. The way they were bestial and angry. Nothing quite like it. Though he most certainly didn’t want to die by one. So he began to panic. Most people would. Though, eventually.
Until he saw something. That wasn’t a bandit or a Grimm, or terrifying creature. It was just a person. She was laughing. Why was she laughing? Wait. “Ah, excuse me. Hiking clothes?” This person, with her striking red hair and metallic arms was certainly not a person he’d be forgetting. Her arms were his focal point. They seemed to be the clicking sound from earlier. As they seemed prosthetic or at least semi robotic. He’d never met this person before so he didn’t quite know how to react. Until his mind figured out a reach around. Sketch what you don’t know. Therefore sketch this woman. Then you’ll know what to do. It was quite a brilliant plan. Until he realised her legs were also prosthetic. More curious. He’d have to ask where she got those. But. Since she extended a hand and offered her name he’d have to offer his.
“Ah, I’m Arrats Calanthe. I’m a new student here. I’m assuming you’re also a student?” He was curious as to how this woman utilised her prosthetics. Perhaps they were weapons? Perhaps. Still he couldn’t keep himself in his thoughts all day. He gave her hand a shake. His hands being decidedly still human were much softer than the metal hands he shook. Still. He felt he owed this woman an explanation as to why the hell he was in this forest alone dressed as he was. He looked around a little as if searching for a way to explain and finding none turned back to this woman, who has introduced herself as Brigit. He hit his hands together as if starting up an engine and spoke with the tone of someone who truly did not expect to ever have to answer this question. “I was ah. Up here sketching the wildlife. I do apologise if I look out of place. I merely took one of my best suits out to find my way up here. But ah. Let me think. Would it help if I showed you my sketches?” With one hand he reached into his suit pocket and brought out a small sheet from a notepad. Inside was a few detailed sketches of birds and animals, along with threes. On the bottom of the page was small notes about eyes and how they affected perceptions, along with notes on different objects. Some were even on rocks, and one particularly good drawing was of sunlight hitting a specific tree on its branches. But mostly they were of nature in general. “And I suppose it’s quite lucky I didn’t meet Grimm. I don’t have my Dandelion on me and it’d be quite dangerous without it” (word count 652)
Post by Brigit Akane on Oct 29, 2019 7:50:29 GMT -5
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[attr="class","exhausted"]Hey young blood, doesn't it feel like our time is running out
[attr="class","rhythm"]
❝
I'm going to change you like a remix and then raise you like a phoenix.
”Hiking clothes! Those things normal people wear to hike.” It wasn’t hard to miss the numerous glances the stranger made towards Brigs prosthetics, specifically the arms at first which he ended up staring at for a few moments in confusion before he finally noticed that her legs too were not flesh and bone but metal and circuits. Brigit had once been bothered by the stares and the glances and the endless questions people seemed to have for her about her arms and legs when they noticed her prosthetics. She was still bothered, but now she was much more adept at not letting that show to the outside world. She’d also found that covering up the prosthetics made people even more curious than if they were just in the open uncovered by clothing or otherwise, so she stopped covering them up despite the possible risks of malfunction and increased wear and tear. It was worth it, she’d decided.
The oddly dressed student shook her hand and he would find the grip he received was just slightly tighter than was comfortable though whether that was an intentional attempt at making him uncomfortable or just a quirk of the metal arms she possessed was another matter. The hands were cold from the mountain air and lack of any sort of internal heating and Brig held on for just a few seconds too long as she made firm eye contact with the student who had introduced himself as Arrats. A grin spread over her features again, one that didn’t quite reach her eyes as she listened to the rest of what Arrats had to say before releasing the handshake and taking a step back into a stretch with her arms lifted high over her head and the sound of whirring gears and protesting metal.
Click Click Whirrrrr
”You came out here. To the forest. To sketch.” Her head tilted in genuine seeming confusion, despite the almost exaggerated aspects of the motion as she widened her eyes a bit too much and tilted her head a bit too far. ”And you didn’t bring your weapon? Whole new level of thrill there. The true excitement of death. And you made yourself look good for your funeral too, I get it. Dandelion? You killing grimm with a flower? Grimm dont have allergies. Doubt that would work.” The confusion fell away like someone had taken off a mask that Brig had been wearing and the grin returned along with another bark of laughter and a few steps in a circle around Arats, sparing the drawings only cursory glance to see what they were and not much appreciation beyond that. ”I’m a student. New student, green team, all that. Even I know not to come out here without weapons. Don't have a choice in it. But still.” Brig stepped back again, now on the opposite side of Arrats to get a good look at his back. He wasn’t very impressive, all things considered. He dressed nice but he must have been dropped as a kid to prioritize clothes and sketches over weapons in the Haven forest, or maybe he got hit in the head too hard doing exactly this.
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”You should go back. Get your weapon. Would be a shame if you died out here. People could blame me. I saw you last. Don't want to deal with that, really.” She spoke frankly, shrugging her shoulders slightly and bouncing from foot to foot to burn off some excess energy. She wanted to be climbing, running, or anything that occupied her time and tired her out but she couldn’t while this kid was here risking his life.
Plus she needed to follow him back. She was completely lost.
(Word Count)⏤ 621/1390 (Aura)⏤ 100%
Semblance E, Weapon F, Speed F, Martial arts F, Durability F, Ranged Accuracy F
Post by Arrats Calanthe on Oct 29, 2019 20:55:23 GMT -5
“of course, the forest up here is magnificent” Arrats produced his notebook once again, with a smile that was while still minimal provided at least some sort of positive reinforcement. He was about to retrieve his notebook but thought the better of it. After all, Brigit most likely wouldn’t want to hear about his passion for sketching. She seemed to have a passion for rambling too from the tangent about thrill she went on afterwards.
“I forgot it actually. It was quite silly of me” The blade usually on its sheath on his left leg was missing. The black and silver piece wasn’t at his beck and call today because he left it behind. He didn’t think he’d have to contend with Grimm inside this part of the forest and any human targets he had to deal with were dealt with avoidance or perhaps a solid kick or punch to a vital area. To some degree he’d have to agree with his newfound companion. A Beowulf would’ve torn him apart had he been spotted but luckily enough he didn’t feel negative whatsoever, in fact this was as happy as he’d been in days. So he was mostly safe. Though, given the fact that this student was new as well it made him feel a little more comfortable. This Brigit probably knew about as much as he did. “Well it’s good to meet a fellow new student. To be honest I'm still quite new. Red class. “ A matter of fact statement that he was quite proud of. He was a nobody that somehow scraped his way into into the Haven academy. In his voice one could very obviously tell how proud he was of that fact even if his outward appearance seemed neutral.
He did not seem designed for this environment as even as he looked up and down in the verdant forest he knew very well he looked erroneously out of place. Brigit however looked right at home inside the forest area and Arrats felt the need to let her know. After all, she had told him to get out of here and get his weapon and while solid advice.... He wanted to stick around a little longer. Dialogue might let him stick around a little bit. The mechanics of her arms intrigued him as well, perhaps he should ask about that. “Your prosthetics, I hope this isn’t a rude question but I’d like to ask if I can sketch them” It helped him to understand certain things if he had drawings to go back on and it certainly assisted if he had drawings of such a complex piece of machinery. From the outside perspective it looked almost impossible to understand. Of course he was rather certain he could piece it together given time but without the aid of some sort of removal device he wasn’t sure if Brigit would even give him access to her arm, even if he put in a clever pun of ‘give me a hand’ so sketching it would have to do. Admittedly doing even that might be a stretch most people don’t acquiesce to such requests easily or in the case of his sister at all. His father begrudgingly did so when asked but not without grumbling but his sister simply decided against it. He respected the decision of course, not everyone wants to be sketched but he found it interesting his father agreed when it seemed he’d never agree to anything he ever said. Regardless he had fallen into a stupor of thought again and so decided to speak once more as a way of covering his trailing into thoughts. He put his hand on his hip and spoke again, this time in a decidedly more nervous tone. “You ah, don’t have to agree of course I merely wanted to ask.”
Post by Brigit Akane on Oct 30, 2019 18:23:12 GMT -5
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[attr="class","exhausted"]Hey young blood, doesn't it feel like our time is running out
[attr="class","rhythm"]
❝
I'm going to change you like a remix and then raise you like a phoenix.
The kid, as Brigit has decided he was, seemed to naive and innocent. Proud simply of the fact that he had made it into Haven, or perhaps that he had found himself in the red class. Which one he was proud of Brigit didn’t really care enough to try and parse, what mattered is that he thought any of this was something to be proud of like a kid being proud of passing their final exams or getting into a nice school. It was silly, yes. The only thing worth being proud of would be succeeding and becoming a proper hunter at the end of it all, getting in in the first place didn’t mean anything if you flunked out.
Brigit placed her hands on her hips and hummed as Arrats continued. He was a persistent one if nothing else, talkative in his own way. And then he went and poked where he shouldn’t have.
It was one thing for him to stare or gawk or steal poorly hidden glances towards her arms and legs, it was another thing entirely to request to get a close enough look at them to create a sketch. Brigit only allowed one person that close to them since they were made and bound to her nervous system, and that was the mechanic who built them and installed them. Nobody, not even her family, had even touched her legs since they were attached and the majority of her arms were untouched as well, apart from the hands. And this kid wanted to sketch them? Sure he backed off right at the end, making himself an escape from the exceedingly intrusive question he had deigned to ask someone that he only met a few minutes ago.
Brigit scoffed, her grin turning sour as she took a few steps back and crossed her arms over her chest. A large part of her wanted to punt the kid off the side of a tall cliff and see what noise he made when he hit the bottom. But a smaller, smarter part thought this could at least provide some small amount of entertainment before she did exactly that - or at least similar. ”Very forward. Too forward. Especially for someone without a weapon. Here’s what we’ll do-” Brigit raised a metal arm and pointed firmly at Arrats, her grin returning but in a much more sinister form than it had been previously. ”You and I are going back to Haven right now. You’re going to get your weapon. And then we’re going to fight full out until one of us concedes. You win you get your sketch. I win, I get the pleasure of having beat the shit out of you for thinking that was a good thing to ask me. Trying to back out at the end isn’t enough.”
She let her challenge hang in the air for some time, letting it sink in and waiting for Arrats to respond. She didn’t much care if he agreed or not, but it would give her a much better judgement of his character than any talking would do. If he said no, cut and ran, then she would know to hit him extra hard in the future. If he said yes, she’d still hit him hard but at least she’d know he wasn’t spineless.
Ideally he was stronger than he looked, someone who could hit hard enough to activate her semblance. She needed that right now, it had been too long.
(Word Count)⏤ 580/1970 (Aura)⏤ 100%
Semblance E, Weapon F, Speed F, Martial arts F, Durability F, Ranged Accuracy F
Post by Arrats Calanthe on Oct 30, 2019 19:18:21 GMT -5
Hmm. Unexpected but not entirely without reason. Arrats had found himself under a much more threatening spotlight. Presumably she meant to fight him and presumably she wished nothing more than pain upon him given that rather terrifying smile plastered on her face. The weight of his own silence seemed quite deafening even when most of it was his thinking over the answer in his head. It seemed like it was more of a demand more than anything else and while he did not originally desire to fight he supposed that if it was to come to fighting to prove something to her than fight he would. Given the fact he wasn’t exactly the strongest it might not be anything but a loss his way but perhaps this could be an opportunity for him to learn a little more about how to word or actively use his semblance because as it stood now he was essentially a living flash grenade. Still, that might have some uses especially if he could manage to keep her off balance for a few seconds and- again he’d lost himself in his thoughts. He had to accept this, else Brigit would more than likely rip him to pieces with the prosthetics she seemed so worked up about. She seemed very angry that he even brought it up which while their might be some personal measures he didn’t see that could’ve brought about something like that, if he were in her position he’d be quite proud of the Prosthetics. They seemed very well made and expertly designed. but perhaps something happened that made her dislike her own body? Questions for later, or perhaps never. Arrats ran a hand through his hair, messing with the single streak of white colouring it. Nervous habit. He still remained silent for a few seconds as he thought over what she wanted them to do. An answer formed in his head. “I do not wish to harm you Brigit but if you think that’ll mend my poor first impression of you, then I have no qualms as to fighting you. I only hope I can compete against someone like yourself, otherwise my sparring against you would be pointless”
Arrats turned,he knew his way out of the forest. Before he began to walk he realised that he hadn’t informed Brigit of where he was going or even that he was. “Ah, i’m going back now. If you wish to follow I won’t stop you. What I will say is apologies if I struck a nerve with my questions. I am merely curious as to the mechanics. Regardless, I’ll be heading back now” He didn’t look back but hopefully she followed. It’d be dreadfully odd if she didn’t follow him back. Or maybe he was still feeling nervous about this new meeting going in a negative light. As he made his way forward through the undergrowth the path backwards was hidden by the densely packed forest. “Oh dear. that’s a problem. `` Well, considering he had a way through it was a good enough time to illuminate his surroundings. Putting his hands forward, the light around him began to dim. He was now surrounded by a darker area. “Alright, now to aim forward and release” Arrats put his palms forward and released the light, firing off a ray of light to pierce through the undergrowth. Light filled the area and the path once hidden in darkness was revealed, for a few moments at least. “Perfect. “ Moving quickly towards the path, Arrats grinned. Perhaps his light was useful after all.
Post by Brigit Akane on Oct 31, 2019 12:32:53 GMT -5
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[attr="class","exhausted"]Hey young blood, doesn't it feel like our time is running out
[attr="class","rhythm"]
❝
I'm going to change you like a remix and then raise you like a phoenix.
The kid was full of that modesty that weak people liked to use. That type of modesty where what they really meant wasn't 'I hope I do okay' but 'Im going to lose to you cause I suck and k want to warn you about it'. It was, in a word, bullshit. And extremely annoying to boot, but at least he had agreed to fight, somehow this kid that wasn't even together enough to bring his weapon to the forest was the first one at Haven to agree to fight Brigit despite her requests in both Haven message boards. Hell, the only other response she'd even received had been from Holly who seemed like she was like one of those cupcakes with icing bigger than the cake itself. Too sweet to stomach, and likely easily destroyed by anyone with a knife. 'Family' psht, the only family Brigit needed was her real family, not some surrogate group of wannabe hunters and huntresses concerned with making friends rather than actually improving themselves.
The kid was good for something at least, he sounded like he knew the way back which would save Brigit a few hours of wandering around without a clue in the world as to what was the right direction, and he had some sort of flashlight in his hands too… cybernetics? No, or if they were they were far more advanced and realistic looking than anything Brigit knew existed. It must have been his semblance, he had the true privilege of being a living flashlight. Brigit couldn't even imagine having a semblance that useless against the one thing hunters were supposed to be able to deal with - Grimm.
”I will follow. Obviously. I cannot fight you out here, we would attract Grimm.” Brigit had questions about Arrats, like why he decided to come to Haven instead of be an artist or some other easy profession. Or why he didn't realize asking to draw someone he just met was creepy. But those would wait until after they fought, when she had a clearer head and adrenaline running through her it would be much easier to have a conversation. Brigit walked smoothly behind Arrats, matching his pace exactly and following his route through, and hopefully out of, the forest. It was a shame she wouldn't get a chance to climb today, but the second chance to remember the route and the fight she had gotten out of the trip prevented it from being a complete waste.
She eventually moved up to walk beside the kid, looking over at him with crossed arms and a scowl. ”Your weapon that you forgot, what is it? A pen?”
(Word Count)⏤ 443/2413 (Aura)⏤ 100%
Semb lance E, W eapon F, Speed F, Martial arts F, Durability F, Ranged Accuracy F
Post by Arrats Calanthe on Oct 31, 2019 19:56:53 GMT -5
“We would indeed attract Grimm. Especially given how loud my weapon tends to be.” Arrats wasn’t used to company when he was walking. Especially company of the walking, hostile kind. He’d never really associated with people of his age or really anyone except his sister so even when the company was angry at him for stepping over a line he was happy. Most of the time when he approached children he was only there to perhaps get his stuff back or sketch from a distance. His father had always told him to cope in his way when he didn’t know how to interact with things. So he took to sketching. In his logic, if he had a drawing of something he could analyse it and figure out how to utilise it. It was what he was doing with that tree. It was a specimen he hadn’t seen before and it looked different to the trees around it so it was an unknown and so he sketched it. That was his plan with Brigit but it seemed she took offence with it. Most people he asked did and that was what he found odd. When he was a child his mother was happy to have his father sketch her. So he assumed people worked like that. But to Arrats disappointment not all people were as kind as his mother. As Brigit moved closer to Arrats, he kept his pace to through the forest moving silently over the wood and the undergrowth until a question was posed to him. His weapon. An odd question. A lot of things were odd to him. Like how when he got out of the carriage first when people were sitting next to him they seemed intimidated or embarrassed. His father told him that it meant that people were going to get out first but he stopped them by moving. That was confusing to him. He’d gotten out first, so why would they feel so embarrassed? Regardless.
The question, he still had to answer. Without turning answered Brigit’s question. “My weapon is called Black Dandelion, it’s a sword rifle my sister made for me actually. Though a pen would be an interesting idea.” Arrats would’ve gone into more detail but he felt if he did he would most likely bored his newfound companion to tears. He’d memorised the details and the blueprints of the weapon. Soon enough, if his sister gave him engraving tools he’d put more details into the weapon aside from his rough sketch of his mother. He really quite liked his mother. His father, not so much. The background of this forest seemed to pluck such deep thoughts from him like a scalpel being pushed into his very deep recesses to find the tiny hidden mental secrets. What an interesting place. If ever he found anyone he liked romantically, he might take them out this way. It was very peaceful, even with the disruption of new company. The way back was a simple path heading upwards to the academy again, though he hoped by the time they got to the academy Brigit would’ve forgotten about fighting. That wasn’t a likely thing however. Arrats sighed in defeat at the idea of not being able to talk his way out of it. A fight though, might be what he needed. His sister always said he was getting rusty after their last visit. Truth be told he most likely was. So this would give him the opportunity to get back into it he supposed. “It should be just this way. “
Post by Brigit Akane on Nov 4, 2019 8:51:43 GMT -5
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[attr="class","exhausted"]Hey young blood, doesn't it feel like our time is running out
[attr="class","rhythm"]
❝
I'm going to change you like a remix and then raise you like a phoenix.
It wasn’t the smartest thing for the kid to do, telling the person about to fight him what his weapon was. Even the short amount of time Brigit had to mentally prepare for the battle was enough for her to start considering what exactly she would do against a rapier rifle and presumably someone who fights at range. He had also shown his semblance, the human flashlight, so Brigit had vastly more information about her opponent than Arrats did about her and she was far from inclined to return the favor. He’d been right, it wasn’t all that much further and soon enough the two of them were stepping clear of the forest and up onto academy grounds.
Brigit had followed Arrats when he went to retrieve his weapon and get whatever else he felt he needed to for the fight that he’d gotten himself into, and then had taken the lead towards one of Havens larger arenas - the ones for tournaments and high profile student fights. With the way Brigit tended to fight, a small room with little room to maneuver or use her grappling abilities was not ideal. There was also the added benefit that came with the larger arena of giving Arrats a fighting chance since the two of them would start at range instead of up close and personal right away. For most people, giving their opponent such a clear boost at the start of the fight would hardly be something they desired, but for Brigit it was something that made the prospect of the fight so much more thrilling than it would be otherwise.
The chance of defeat was important to the adrenaline she so craved.
The two of them ended up in a large circular arena with a slightly raised platform in the center for the fights to actually take place. It was raised so that the audience could get a better view of the fighting, for the most part, but it also allowed things to be much clearer in the event of someone being knocked out of the ring and losing the battle due to that. And since there was no audience today, it was the latter that actually mattered to Brigit as she stepped up onto the raised platform with a wide devilish grin and a short mock bow.
Before even raising up out of her bow, her legs opened along the front with the loud whine of gears and metal as the structure of her legs rearranged to produce the weapons housed within each of them. A seam opened up and a long blade extended just past the surface of the metal skin, glinting in the afternoon light and freshly sharpened the night before. Then, returning to her regular relaxed stance her arms began a similar process with a long seam down the top of her arms opening up and producing yet another pair of sharp blades that remained embedded in the arm but extended enough to pose a threat.
Brigit looked over to Arrats then, finally, making eye contact with the boy and waiting until he seemed prepared for the fight to begin. ”You good? First to lose their aura or fall out of the ring loses. Can concede too. I guess. But that would be boring.” The moment it looked like Arrats understood the setup and was ready to begin, Brigit launched into motion though not exactly how one would expect having not seen her fight before. A secondary set of slots in her legs opened, near the top of her thighs, and a pair of projectiles issued from those slots at fast enough speeds to be little more than a blur of metal trailing what seemed to be a long cable. When the projectiles impacted the ground in front of her, Brigit would suddenly be yanked forward far faster than most people could run all the way up to the hooks before they retracted back into her legs and she repeated the process.
It was in this strange, leap-frogging way that Brigit began to close the distance between the two of them. Sure she’d take the first hit, and likely wouldn’t be able to return one, but that mattered little to her. She was fine with taking damage, the more the better really.
(Word Count)⏤ 715/3128 (Aura)⏤ 100%
Semblance E, Weapon F, Speed F, Martial arts F, Durability F, Ranged Accuracy F
Post by Arrats Calanthe on Nov 4, 2019 17:39:42 GMT -5
The academy certainly was a short walk back and soon the both of them were back inside. Arrats had retrieved his weapon with some degree of pride and flair. Taking the small and slender blade out with a flourish. It was small he’d concede but the blade itself was built to pierce the hide of creatures. If the name of Black Dandelion hadn’t come to him, he most likely would’ve called it foe-piercer. He was always a fan of logical names. ———————————
The ring. Oh how he dreaded being here. As much as combat school had similar environments being here with someone who seemed to actually wish to bring him harm outwardly instead of simply whispering behind his back made him more than a little nervous. He bowed to Brigit when she moved onto the raised up arena. Of course her grin made him a little nervous. It seemed evil. Though perhaps that was just his way of thinking of things. The ring and area around them seemed to be built for people to be here though their audience was little more than the dust on the floor and the afternoon sun streaming through the windows. He often wondered why people watched fighting, it was just two people practicing or in some cases actually attempting to hurt each other. That happened all the time, so why did it matter? Though he supposed it was another thing he didn’t quite get. Tournaments to some degree he got. It was a competitive thing. People liked seeing people being competitive.
The Kalht method had a few principles. Strength above all. Which he’d focused on in his stance keeping his arms steady and ready to move the blade in to take down his opponent. Break the opponents strategy. More of an analysis than anything else the Kalht method told Arrats to keep looking over his opponents strategy and moves. It would help him and without it, it was disrespectful to the opponent. He’d not exactly been given a chance to learn but he could in some way call doing this learning. Next time he’d have a better handle on what she could instead of being surprised by her tactics. Which given his occupation with the thoughts in his head was probably not the best thing, considering he wasn’t fully focused. Snapping out of his self induced thought trance he readied himself again.
What he wasn’t expecting was Brigit’s weapons. Concealed within the prosthetics her every limb was a deadly weapon. He would’ve commented but he had his own style to attend to and those blades would have to be accounted for. He had to take this seriously after all. Arrats got into a combat stance, lifting the blade into a position where he was holding the hilt with the blade pointing to the ground. His father called this the Kalht Method and he’d grown very use to it. It emphasised stabbing and thrusting moves from a position of strength. It improves vitality and strength and less so on agility but he’d worked his own technique into it for his own advantages, namely his speed and marksmanship. As long as he could keep avoiding her whatever shots he could land would be doubled since Brigit-hopefully at least- wouldn’t be able to keep up.
That surprise didn’t equal the one he felt moments later. She was almost flying, leapfrogging across the arena towards him using some sort of grappling contraption. In this state he most likely wouldn’t be able to avoid her but in the time he had he could certainly do something else. Using his semblance to reduce her accuracy might give him a fighting chance in close combat at the very least. Especially in close range. If he could hit her straight up with it then she’d be stumbling at least and clumsy movements could be exploited and used against Brigit. So as the distance was closed Arrats let his right hand drop from the combat stance to absorb some of the light around him. Enough for a decent blast of light. Good. He’d make this one count. Moving his palm outwards he allowed himself a moment to relax. Being so nervous and tightly wound would give him a disadvantage. When his mother found him nervous she told him to smile. So that’s what he did. A small but noticeable grin found its way onto his face. That gave him the moment of calm he needed to ready himself again. Once she closed in a little more he’d let the light go and then he’d have a much easier time of it. He most likely couldn’t underestimate Brigit though. Even if he managed to reduce her skills with the light she’d most likely still be a tough fight. Hiding his palm would certainly be a little trouble given the dark purple his hand radiated when he used his semblance but it should be fine enough. He readied himself for the oncoming assault and held his sword at the ready. This time, he’d win. He’d make sure of it.
Brigit was closing at such a speed he’d already got his moment to fire. It took him a second but he made sure it hit his opponent square on. Lifting his palm at her with the smile of someone who’d just had the final piece fall into place. The purple radiating out of his palm was the first sign that it was coming but in a few seconds that was overcome by the light firing out. A blinding beam of radiant light fired directly at Brigit, catching her square in her eyes. Arrats readied his blade to strike. He was beginning to think he actually had a chance here.
Post by Brigit Akane on Nov 5, 2019 12:42:43 GMT -5
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[attr="class","exhausted"]Hey young blood, doesn't it feel like our time is running out
[attr="class","rhythm"]
❝
I'm going to change you like a remix and then raise you like a phoenix.
As Brigit flew across the arena she watched as Arrats entered some sort of stance, likely a trained martial one taught to him by some self proclaimed master or another. Fucking tryhard. Where Arrats was trained and precise and measured, Brigit was wild and uncontrolled. She bounded forwards, not bothering to weave or dodge at all as she approached, her grin growing wider and more malicious the closer she got to her quarry. Brigit wanted him to shoot her. She needed him to shoot her. To take advantage of the easy target she was giving him and put a dent in her aura so that she could feel the danger and risk she craved.
But the closer she got the more disappointed she became. He wasn't firing. His weapon was held off to the side in one hand as he held his palm and started to gather light from around him as she saw him do before. That wasn't enough to create that rush. There was no risk from a flashlight that she could make herself care about, that could trick her body into that addicting adrenaline release.
”Fucking shoot me! Idiot kid!” She screamed as she closed into melee, ready to blend Arrats into mincemeat with her arms and legs at the ready. Then the light flashed, much brighter than she had anticipated, so bright that she has difficulty seeing as the sunspots floated across her vision and obscured the other student nearly completely. In contrast to the response this would likely provoke from most people, one of fear or anger or confusion, Brigit simply laughed and began to wildly swing her arm blades and kick her legs out in the direction Arrats had been, not caring if she got hit or hit him and simply enjoying the temporary thrill of being blind and totally vulnerable to anything Arrats fired at her.
There was a certain joy in being totally at the mercy of an opponent, yet knowing that they couldn't beat her. Not in one strike anyways, her semblance would save her from anything crippling and then it would be a simple matter to destroy the wannabe hunter that hid somewhere between her and the edge of the ring. She wanted so badly for him to take full advantage of this.
And another part of her wanted him to best her. Take her ego down a peg and bring it closer to the constant feeling of unease and self disappointment that roiled within her. If this kid could beat her then maybe she wasn't fit for this life. Maybe she could go back home, return to her old job and her old life with her family before she went off the deep end of thrill seeking, before the search for the next high took over her life and led her to Haven.
But,that part of her was quickly silenced. Pushed underneath the rising adrenaline that came from her pursuits and the need that she had to punish this kid to what he had assumed he could even request to do.
(Word Count)⏤ 513/3641 (Aura)⏤ 100%
Semblance E, Weapon F, Speed F, Martial arts F, Durability F, Ranged Accuracy F
Post by Arrats Calanthe on Nov 5, 2019 19:35:30 GMT -5
Angry. That was what Arrats heard from Brigit. She wanted him to shoot her. To take advantage of the blinding effect. That was odd. Who wanted to be hurt? who wanted to be attacked or taken advantage of during the blinding effects of his semblance. Not even during combat school. Perhaps she had something in mind when he fired, so he decided to close the distance a little bit. He still held his stance, blade ready to strike. The blind flailing of Brigit’s prosthetics would perhaps eventually hit him but he could simply keep moving. Still, he was quite nervous. If he accidentally got caught in her whirlwind he’d be knocked on his back far faster than if he still had his guard up. He couldn’t afford to be careless.
Shooting would reveal his position. Given the face he’d assuredly blinded his opponent by using his semblance he wanted to keep the advantage of his half stealth for a while. So he moved in silence around Brigit to her back. Twisting his blade in his hand he thrust forward to hit her and then withdrew again. A long rapier like his had more reach in this context than Brigit’s admittedly very intimidating random strikes and so hit her in her back though not with a bit of grazing on his part. Next time, he’d be more careful. Being silent like this fit him was the first thought that appeared after he withdrew again to circle his opponent like a vulture. He was lucky that he wasn’t hit by anything aside from the grazing of an arm just barely missing him. Though it was entirely possible that his very first strike had made him noticeable as the blade impacting would give his position behind her away. He could always retreat away to fire at her but given he’d already entrenched himself in his melee retreating might be something Brigit was expecting. She was smart enough to leapfrog close so his shots might miss so he wouldn’t put it past her to prepare herself to launch after him even if she was momentarily blinded. So he kept moving. Trying to keep his breathing quiet was as difficult as to not think of the things his father had muttered to him under his breath every time he was in the ring. Terribly sad and angry things. He didn’t like to think back on them even if they did motivate him at the time to be better. It wasn’t in a good way though. A tainted strength if he was thinking in more poetic words. He had to remind himself. He wasn’t doing it for his father’s sake he was doing it for his own and for his sister. That was a better motivation. Better words, better ways of talking. His mother would’ve liked that.
Now for his next strategy. Most likely he couldn’t keep doing that but he could most likely surprise Brigit by doing exactly what she wanted. Keeping himself circling, he flicked the switch on the blade, retracting the rapiers serrated teeth to bring forward the silver barrel of its second mode. He’d be able to fire once, perhaps twice. If he connected the shots he’d hopefully do some serious damage. Maybe enough to convince Brigit to stand down. He didn’t know much about how she operated during battle but hopefully she’d concede after she been dealt too much damage. At least, that’s what Arrats hoped would occur.
Post by Brigit Akane on Nov 6, 2019 20:30:28 GMT -5
[attr="class","Im"]
[attr="class","really"]
[attr="class","exhausted"]Hey young blood, doesn't it feel like our time is running out
[attr="class","rhythm"]
❝
I'm going to change you like a remix and then raise you like a phoenix.
Brigit’s aura flickered like a blazing fire, the orange to red gradient that made up her aura was obviously smattered with scars, previous breaks in her aura that had occurred so many times as to leave a lasting impact. In these sections, it seemed that the color flowed around a point in her aura, creating small islands in a sea of flame where one could see only a single color - red or orange - between them and Brigit herself. She spun when she felt the impact flare her aura, the kid had actually bothered to get a strike in while she was weak. Smart. Less smart was whatever he did afterwards, the sound of metal on metal that Brigit was intimately familiar with, likely a result of him changing his weapon into the rifle mode he had stupidly mentioned previously. Regardless of the reason, it gave Brigit a point to hone in on as her vision slowly began to return. She spun around fast, swinging her arms out around her like a whirlwind to try and catch Arrats as she moved forwards to where the sound had been.
Her vision would return soon, and he would break the threshold of her aura just before that occurred. It would be a wonderful confluence of timing, and one that Brigit would take full advantage of to end the fight in as quick a manner as possible. But until that point she fully intended to make Arrats life as difficult as possible, forcing him to keep moving and struggle with his aim as she barreled towards him.
Brigit decided it was worth a shot and blind-fired her grapples towards her opponent, the two projectiles launching forward with a sickening speed with the goal of wrapping around Arrats and pulling Brigit straight to him. Or him straight to Brigit, she really didn’t quite care what happened as long as she ended up in the most well bladed embrace Arrats had ever experienced. They were aimed at such a height that she wouldn't likely hit the ground with them and pull herself forwards by accident, and she knew they couldn't reach far enough to hit the outside wall of the arena. As a result, it wasn't quite as risky of a maneuver as it could have been, but it did mean she had to stop her wild swinging for a few moments.
(Word Count)⏤ 396/4037 (Aura)⏤ 67%
Semblance E, Weapon F, Speed F, Martial arts F, Durability F, Ranged Accuracy F
Post by Arrats Calanthe on Nov 6, 2019 22:51:27 GMT -5
Arrats didn’t expect the swinging arms jutting out. They were prosthetics and presumably made of metal. Dangerous, sharp metal. That scared him. He couldn’t move out of the way in time. He wasn’t that agile, or able to dodge as well as perhaps his old counterparts in the combat school. They hit him square on. It stung, harder than he’d been stung by anything before. His aura a noble and dignified purple screamed, flaring up in a flailing motion before diminishing again. Arrats grimaced, a small gasp of pain escaping his mouth. Things weren’t going well. The blinding effect would wear off soon and in his now injured state he most likely wouldn’t be able to keep his fight up for too long.
He’d start bleeding and soon enough if he was hit a few more times then his aura would be gone and he’d be forced to concede. He’d have to fire now if he wanted to keep his lead intact. Though, that was not to be. As soon as he’d lined up his shot and squeezed the trigger, those grappling wires found their purchase. They’d missed but just barely. Instead of grappling him they’d found his chest. Though, given the fact she’d stopped swinging and that meant he could resume firing. And fire he did, aiming a shot at Brigit’s chest and squeezing off a shot. With that, he hoped to keep her stunned with the impact of the shot so she wouldn’t drag him in. Without his weapon in a melee state he’d be defenceless. Meaning he should switch now in case. Flicking the switch again the razor sharp edge of the Dandelion’s primary form slid back. Hiding the barrel within and readying itself for the brutal dance of melee. He hoped it wouldn’t come to meeting in such a state. After all being so close to another even while clashing blades made him nervous. He didn’t like to be close usually. Especially with people he hadn’t met. There was an element of not knowing and not knowing made him scared. He liked his parameters. To know what was going to happen and in close. In a battle of faux life or death. It made his underlying anxiety worse. Even so, he had put himself in this situation to make up with someone who he did not wish to offend. Better to lose here and be slightly more anxious than to lose a potential ally in a new place. Resigned to his fate, he readied himself to be pulled and leveled his sword.