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 Nov 2, 2019 22:47:20 GMT -5
Afternoon, Sunsets, More Green Plants.
Arrats was proud of himself. He didn’t display it outwardly but as he lay on the ground looking up at the sky he grinned. He’d done so much more than he thought he would’ve gotten through today. He deserved a smile at least. He’d met some new students and experienced some new things. Fighting Grimm alongside others, making…friends. It was all so new and exciting. Even though he’d never show it out he was really happy. He’d fulfilled his sister’s promise of getting somewhere and his mother would surely be happy. His tent was mismatched and half built but at least he had it. It was interesting that in this forest of death and conflict that he’d find some of his first allies in the school. Whatever else happened, whether he passed or he failed he was happy with himself. He still had time anyway, information was easy to come by at least all he really had to do was ask. Which was perfect as he was nothing if not blunt and rather cynical. Whatever he needed he’d at least attempt to ask. Plus he knew of the goals of the other two groups to boot. So he knew what they’d be doing. Rose’s would likely be searching for a group and Dandelion’s would probably be on their own attempting to kill Grimm. So all he needed to do was wait for more people. The Rose’s if there were any would come find him and the Dandelions were off and wandering. For the moment though, he’d relax. It was only a moment till he left his position on the ground for one perched up high. A few birds seemingly sat around the area happily. They didn’t mind the company. After all, Arrats simply sat up there and looked around as they were doing. He couldn’t see much. Just the other trees and the afternoon sun. It was nice. Oddly nice. He hadn’t felt this calm since he was back with his sister which was rather sad now he thought about it. Still the solace was good and even though he felt a little worried he hadn’t found another because of his group conditions that could easily wait until the last few hours. For the moment he had he’d simply enjoy doing what he could and relaxing.
Relaxing was something he had little time of back in combat school. So many things to deal with so little time to finish any one project. He was constantly under pressure and the one time he had to relax was after fighting someone. So just being in the forest as part of his job was even better than sneaking out before he was at the school was. Because he could be here and just relax for hours on end. It was perfect. He only wished his mother was there to see it with him. Oh well. He’d tell her someday.
[attr="class","sinnert"]The loud crack of a 2 for 1's slug being fired collided against the previous tranquil silence that the forest had been enjoying. But the shot missed its intended target, encrusting itself in a tree behind it instead.
Cursing inwardly, Granado cycled the shotgun and fired once again towards the charging Boarbatusk which was getting closer by the second. This time the slug did hit the target, but simply bounced off the thick armored plates it had on its face. Rolling to the side to avoid the charging Grimm, quickly standing up and turning towards where the Grimm was running off, Granado fired a last shot to the Grimm before it disappeared into the forest.
"Fuck!" Granado let his frustration vent out as he reloaded the three spent slugs. "Come back here, you fucking coward!" Holy shit, how many times did this make it already? The damn Grimm had been stalking him occasionally and skirmishing with him before disappearing into the forest again. Why was It doing it? Wearing him off to get an easy kill since it was alone? Hell if he knew. Folding 2 for 1 and slinging it across his back, Granado started to slightly trot away from the direction in which the Grimm had run off to.
But not even five minutes later, a soft sound of creaking wood made Granado stop dead on his tracks and quickly grabbed 2 for 1 before unfolding it. Looking at his surroundings, the only sound that reached his ears were the chirps of birds and the soft sound of the breeze through the leav.... wait what was that-?! Before Granado ever knew what hit him, he was flying off his feet and head-on into a tree. Sliding to the ground, he shook his head as he stood up. What in the living fuck had that been? The damn Boarbatusk? Grabbing his shotgun, Granado once again set to look around him while shouting.
"Come on motherfucker! I'm waiting for you to bring ya ugly ass here!" But his eyes ended up sitting in a fellow trainee who apparently had been chilling in a makeshift camp. "Hey, fella. Look, sorry for disturbing you, but if I were ya I would grab a gun and look around. There is a fucking Grimm lurking around here."
There was no time for names nor other bullshit like that. Their lives were at a stake here. Once the fucking Grimm had been dealt with they would have lots of time to get to know each other. But for now, well, let's just say that Granado's motion of pumping his shotgun says it all.
Post by Arrats Calanthe on Nov 7, 2019 16:55:15 GMT -5
And that peace, however much he had of it was interrupted by the sounds he’d heard so much on the day everything changed. Shotgun blasts. Oh it was the town warden who’d done it, attempting to attract some of the beasts away from the villages. It failed. Of course he was simply killed and then the Grimm went to work on the other villagers. Though the effort was valiant and so Arrats remembered the hollow sound of a shotgun firing. That, whatever it was woke Arrats from his state of peaceful relaxation and into his more nervous, anxious state. He had battles to deal with especially if some sort of shotgun was firing. Grimm. It was the only thing that’d be in this forest aside from animals and most of those would be away from the area he was in.
That meant combat and combat meant the dandelion. Arrats hopped down from his perch and pulled his sword out only to find the person who’d presumably fired the shots. A new student and one he most certainly hadn’t met. The language he heard exclaimed was something of a rarity. He hadn’t heard swears of that caliber since he was working with his sister. They, or he perhaps mentioned Grimm in the area and the alert that needed to be raised. That made sense especially given the noises he’d been hearing all day. Names it seemed, weren’t important. as long as a Grimm was hunting them he supposed it wasn’t. “Right then. I suppose we should get to hunting before we are forced onto the back-foot by this menacing phantasm. “ Arrats took his blade and readied it, holding it loosely in his left hand. Whatever creature stalked the two of them now he was entirely sure they’d be ready to meet its challenge. Whatever creature or type of Grimm hunting this person it couldn’t hurt to mete out a bit of divine reprisal. Arrats grinned. To some degree even he couldn’t escape his father’s use of language. Well then embracing it might give him a slight edge and he did so love to be dramatic if he could. “Let us mete divine reprisals.” Swinging his blade with a flourish he felt almost empowered. The power of the word, or perhaps the power of placebo was strong. He felt a hero instead of the scared kid he was only a few hours ago. This forest had plenty of places to hide for the right enterprising Grimm so it would be a game of cat and mouse to find the creature before it found them.
[attr="class","sinnert"]Ok, what the hell was up with this guy?
Even in their current dire situation, Granado couldn't help but to raise an eyebrow and look at his fellow trainee. His eyes showing the sheer confusion that passed through his brain as its cogs tried to process the words that had left his mouth.
But the sound of a branch being snapped quickly forced to the foremost of his mind the current predicament they were in. Quickly looking down 2 for 1's sights with hunter-honed reflexes, Granado quickly changed from slugs to buckshot and fired two shots in quick succession to where the sound had originated from.
Had his aim been true or not wasn't really his concern, since, as far as Granado was aware, the pellets of the buckshot would most likely do nothing more than tickle the Grimm. Even if they did hit in a non-armored part there was little luck of them actually hitting anything in this god-forsaken forest. Changing back to slugs, Granado couldn't help but let out a groan of frustration. This Grimm was seriously fucking pissing him o- Wait... that sound again!
And finally, Granado discovered what had hit him earlier. Apparently, the Grimm had curled itself into a ball and was charging at them head-on at full speed. Well, more specifically, it was charging towards another trainee. Before he could react, Granado instincts kicked in and propelled him towards the other trainee. Forcefully pushing him away with a "Look out, you dumbass!" the Grimm missed his destination as said destination moved out of its way and instead ended up crashing against the tree which the other trainee had been using to rest before Granado appeared.
Quickly standing up, Granado rapidly placed the muzzle of 2 for 1 against the apparently unarmored beast belly and unleashed slug after slug into the creature's innards. Each loud, hollow crack felt like music to his ears as he felt the creature squirm under the relentless assault and then, fucking finally, die. With a sigh of relaxation, Granado kicked the now disintegrating body a couple times, each kick being accompanied by a "How that feels, you fucker!"
Finally stepping back a couple times, Granado reloaded the spent slugs, making a quick note that he only had 4 remainings beside the 7 already in the chamber, and slung the shotgun around his back. Turning towards the other trainee, he placed one hand on his waist as he let out a satisfactory, and relaxed smirk.
"Well, it seems it won't be a bother anymore, don't ya think?" He said with a little chuckle as he looked at his handiwork for a second, before refocusing on his fellow trainee once again. Seeing his band, he noticed he was an orchid. He couldn't help but wonder what his task was as an Orchid but paid no heed, with the pester out of the way, presentations were now indeed in order. "Anyways, the name's Granado Clover. Nice to meet another human being in this fucking forest," He said as he extended his free hand for a handshake, giving the guy the friendliest smile he could muster.
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[attr="class","sinnerlyric"]No matter what you leave behind, it'll still weight you down if you don't let it go
Post by Arrats Calanthe on Nov 19, 2019 3:26:11 GMT -5
Being launched out of his way by his unknown acquaintance was quite the odd incident. Of course Arrats couldn’t exactly complain about the situation it was certainly something that saved him from the carnage of the next few moments. Within several seconds gunfire rang out. He was dazed and quite out of it as he stood up to see his companion fire a few shots into the prone Grimm. It appeared to have charged him Ajax missed allowing his companion a moment to fire into its stomach, ruining any chance the creature had of meeting them fair in an equal battlefield. A strategic move, one he could certainly appreciate. He stood up, still slightly dazed by the shock of it all. How did this all come to be? He could figure that puzzling question out after he’d finished that creature. he readied his sword moving towards the creature but even after he looked it over he was paranoid about it. Grimm were notoriously hard to destroy and the creature dying might very well be able to scrape some sort of last ditch attack. Seeing the creature so obviously defeated made him satisfied and he turned back to see his new companion introduce himself as Granado. An eloquent name for a companion such as he. “Arrats Calanthe, pleasure” Arrats extended his hand with a reserved smile. “Indeed, humans are rare in this forest.”