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 Jack Dawson Jr. on Nov 7, 2019 13:42:02 GMT -5
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Scorpion sting, I don't wanna
bleed
tell me that I'm not
lost
Oh man.
Oh man, oh man.
He'd really screwed up this time, huh? He'd left his brief traveling companions behind, remembering that a Dandelion shouldn't travel in groups of more than two, but suddenly he was regretting that decision immensely as he tore through the woods, at a breakneck sprint, three large Beowolves hot on his heels. He couldn't win this one, that was for sure, but he was only barely fast enough to keep a steady distance from the slavering wolves. And even that took a combination of low-to-the-ground flight and periodic sprinting, like trying to balance between moving fast enough, and not tiring himself out, precariously tipping back and forth between either side of the fence.
All he knew was that without some miracle, he was either going to run out of stamina, or run out of speed, before he could escape from the Grimm.
This wasn't exactly how he'd planned for his Midterms to go- Doctor Haragitanai had said it would be a trial by fire for him, but damn, he was not looking forward to getting burned. A quick step pulled him around a tree, as he lifted off the ground again, with a massive beat of his large black wings propelling him forward, as he spotted a smaller clearing in the trees, just enough space to fly again.
But the snarls didn't sound any further away than they had. In fact, they sounded just as close as they had the entire time he'd been running away. This was a mess. Hopefully they wouldn't just leave students to die in the woods, right? Right? He contemplated reaching for his Scroll and calling for an evac, but then he thought of his sister's face, the day after her Midterms, years ago. She'd looked so proud, so joyful, so accomplished... He gripped his sword, and tightened his resolve. He could do this.
And then, with all the cold cruelty of a world of reality, instead of hopeful fantasy, a falling branch clipped his left wing, throwing him off balance, and sending him back to the ground, where his foot slammed into what felt like a lumpy, bent tree sapling, tripping him and making a loud cracking noise as he fell and the sapling sprang upright. There was also a distinctive rattling sound, even louder than the sapling snapping under his foot. But he didn't have time to question vegetation in the forest, because the Beowolves were quickly closing the distance he'd been so carefully maintaining. He tried to clamor to his feet, but wasn't having much luck in that department, so as the middle Grimm lunged for him, vicious teeth bared and lethal, he could do little but throw up his shield-arm and draw his sword, preparing to cut down the Beowolf before it could cut him down.
Well. Looks like this is it...
He winced, not wanting to watch as the Beowolf ripped into him, but as he did, he caught sight of a fast-moving white light, headed in his direction. Was he seeing things...?
Post by Lily Finnian on Nov 9, 2019 0:34:56 GMT -5
Lily had been doing a routine perimeter check while she'd left some water she'd collected from the nearby stream to boil back at camp. She had been prowling through the tree limbs when the nearby rattle of an alarm resounded. She was off immediately, bounding through the trees before the rattling of the wire and seedpods could finish being jerked around by the sapling as it desperately attempted to right itself.
She could hear the snarling before she could see the creatures making the noise. It took only a few limbs to reach them. There were three, maybe four, from the sound, her adrenline was high, her heart thundering. In an instant she saw the scene unfolding below her. Some student had found themselves on the receiving end of a minor pack. He'd been cornered, forced to turn and wage a helpless struggle against unfair numbers and brutal tactics. Like the animal they resembled, they preferred to drive their prey over a distance to wear them out until they were pushed into a favorable position. By her guess, they were driving him toward the dense thicket of vines and thorny undergrowth that this area of the forest seemed to be choked with.
Often when wolves corner their prey, the lead wolf rushes in to intimidate the animal, force it to retalliate so the flanking wolves can nip at it's flank and lame the animal. Wolves have neither long claw nor tooth, and are therefore incapable of dealing a decisive blow safely in that first charge. Grimm however had no such disadvantage. A beowolf's claws were much more like daggers than claws, and like all grimm had been tailor made with lethality against human's in mind. Grimm tactics had evolved over time to be slightly different than the tactics of their beastly counterparts, and Lily knew this well. She had studied both sets of hunters well. Wolves, who ran wild in the sleepy misty valley of her childhood, and beowolves in both that same valley, as well as her trial woods. She knew this charge was no bluff charge, that they intended mortal harm upon the student should their claws make it past his shield and aura. That student would have given her pause had her body not reacted immediately to the scene below. There was no time for deliberation or indecision. Any hesitation could prove dire for the boy below. She crouched low on her branch, legs bent at the knee before she shifted her center of balance higher and let herself fall forward. In that instant, she did a few things at once. First, she snapped herself into her semblance state. She painted a thin white crescent on the bough of the branch as her feet slid down the branch. When she was a little bit further below the branch than above, she kicked herself off from it, springing forward like an arrow loosed from a bow toward the ground in a straight line. A small twist in the light about halfway down betrayed the midair contortion to flip her feet toward the ground rather than her head. As soon as her feet touched ground, she sprang forward desperately trying to close the distance on the grimm. It was too focused on the familiar blur of unprocessed information to notice her approach, but one of the other's had and had moved cautiously to reassess the situation. A small mercy, were these their smaller counterparts, they would be fighting more like rabid dogs than cautious hunters. Had they all three descended on him at once, she doubted she could have done a thing to help him.
She chose her moment well. She dove toward the grim, putting her body horizontal with the ground. There was once again a twist in the trail of light as she put her back to the ground below. With one hand she reached out towards the grimm, and could feel the clawed prongs sink deep into it's side as she slammed into it like a bullet. From here, momentum was key. She'd always had trouble controlling her momentum, but thanks to the adrenaline coursing through her she managed to control the flow of it perfectly. She felt her feet swinging past the back of the bipedal monstrosity before planting themselves on the ground on the other side of it. The trio of eighteen inch blades hooked into it's central mass, and the momentum of the small girl impacting the grimm was enough to turn it. With her next movement she crouched low, and leapt backwards. She did not give the beast the courtesy of collapsing the hooks as she yanked herself free from it's body. Her other claw had already begun moving toward a tree she'd chosen before impact, her claws sinking deeper than usual into it's side thanks to her extra speed as she hammered herself into place. She pulled herself into her anchor point as high as she'd been able to jump. In her experience, this was beyond the range of the beowolfs, a fact that could not be said for Jack below.
Wait, Jack?
She swung her newly free arm toward him, or rather the space between him and the grimm that hadn't noticed her initial charge and was still in a flanking position against Jack. Her claws sank into the ground between the two of them, causing the grimm to take pause.
"Grab that, climb up, use your aura to protect your hands!"
She had suspended her semblance as she slammed into the side of the tree, so the light of her passing had just begun to fade as she squealed her desperate commands to him. There wasn't much time before the grimm she'd attacked regained it's senses and settled on whether or not it would go for Lily or Jack. That decision, as well as how Jack reacted meant everything.
Post by Jack Dawson Jr. on Nov 23, 2019 21:38:21 GMT -5
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Scorpion sting, I don't wanna
bleed
tell me that I'm not
lost
Well, he looked up, confused, when he noticed he had not, in fact, been torn to shreds by the Beowolf pack's leader.
It seemed the white flash of light that he'd glimpsed just then had caught up, and slammed into his attacker, stunning both it, and him, as he tried to process what the hell was going on. It seemed someone had heard him, somehow, and came to his rescue. He was grateful.
To show his gratitude, he resolved to continue with his quest of "not dying," and managed to drag himself up onto his feet, warily watching the Grimm in the back of the pack, circling and snarling, waiting for their boss to recover before making a move. Damn, they were smart. Smarter than he'd ever have given them credit for being. Not at all like their smaller breed, which were more hastily aggressive. These were methodical killers, not berserk beasts.
Still, once he had regained his footing, their wasn't too much he could do, but raise his weapon and his shield-arm in a defensive posture that Dr. Haragitanai had taught him. Shield up, grip tight. Front foot forward. He raised his sword, prepared to strike with the heavy blade if one of the Grimm approached, but before he could actually do that, Lily called out to him.
Wait, Lily?
He didn't have time to think about anything too much. The Grimm that was bearing down on him was stunned, and the others were still indecisive, but not for long. With a curt and silent nod, he reached out to the wire, springing quickly forward with a surge from his wings, just as one of the other Beowolves lunged at him, clipping his left wing in the process. He was momentarily thrown off balance, but he swatted it back with his buckler and his momentum propelled him to the wire, which he grasped first with his shield-arm, as he hastily sheathed his falchion, and began climbing, not giving himself time to remember how tired he was from running and flying so much in such a short period of time. The thin wire would have dug into his hands, if not for his aura, so he was thankful for the warning.
"T-thanks," he managed to croak out as he finished ascending the grappling line, meeting Lily at the top of the tree. He glanced back down at the Grimm below. They were vicious and relentless, but hopefully they weren't great climbers...
He was just glad to have a second to catch his breath.