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 Primrose Pashmina on Nov 11, 2019 1:17:47 GMT -5
There really hadn't been much room for any sort of electronics in Citrine- With the village's remote location and difficult placement in Vacuo's mountains, the expense and hassle of such things had never been worth the investment to the mountainfolk. They were a simple people, with no great need for such luxuries, perfectly content to eek out their living on the land the Earth had given them. Primrose had not simply been no different, but had completely internalized such a philosophy in her nineteen years of life. While there was no harm in simple luxuries, she'd had both exceptionally little desire and opportunity for learning how to make use of more complicated forms of technology. That all in mind, after passing Haven's entrance exams and being given something as new and as foreign as a Scroll, well...
It'd gone about as well as one could've expected.
Primrose wasn't sure what she was doing wrong, but the pesky little thing seemed to jump from one mode of operation to another with no rhyme or reason. She'd stayed up all night after initially receiving it trying to make heads and tails of the strange device, but to no avail. Nothing it seemed designed to do made the slightest bit of sense to her, and for all her enthusiasm for perseverance and hard-work, the Faunus felt an unusual desire to resign herself to never getting it, and give up on making use of the tablet entirely. But that wasn't how anyone got anything done. She pictured her Mother watching her now, and imagined the woman looking both amused and disappointed in her. She hadn't been teaching Primrose so she could be foiled by something everyone else seemed to understand so well, had she? "Good things come to those who sweat, Prim!" Angora had said during their training. Yeah, that was the spirit!
Of course, just as she thought that, the Scroll went black entirely.
Utterly frustrated, the girl was left to resort to helplessly shaking, pounding and tapping the seemingly non-functional piece of equipment, hoping and praying that it'd somehow go back to normal.
Post by Carmim Clover on Jan 19, 2020 19:25:36 GMT -5
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AURA: 100 TAG: @carmimdoesn'tknowwhatasheepis NOTES: g o a t WORDS: 748 | TWC: 748
HAVE YOU SEEN HER? HAVE YOU HEARD? THE WAY SHE MOVES, THERE ARE NO WORDS
It had been a crazy week.
Eight days, actually. Eight days since Carmim's brother had come to Haven. Eight days since she'd gotten a taste of the comfort that a familiar face brings. She'd been pretty homesick since she'd gotten to Mistral, at this point well over a year ago, but she hadn't spoken up about it to many. Because she loved Mistral too- it was where she'd met so many amazing friends, and where she was working hard to meet her uncle's legacy, as a Huntress. But it wasn't Vacuo. And she could be there for three years, five years, ten years, even twenty years, and it would never feel like home.
There were just way too many things that were different! In her village, for instance, the most high-tech appliance they had available was a crackly old radio in the village square. Once or twice a week, the signal would be clear enough to pick up good stations from as far away as the capital, but most of the time, it was local stuff- neighboring villages, caravans passing by, the odd traveler's communications log getting picked up by the antenna.
She hadn't had a Scroll before. Nor had she had any experience with things like training rooms full of ghost pictures ("holograms," she was told they were called), and treadmills (a nightmarish creature capable of extreme violence), or even Dust, to a large degree. There were a few tiny natural deposits of Earth Dust in the dunes near her home, but she'd never really messed with them much.
Hell, growing up, she had been one of exactly four people in her village that had an unlocked Aura, and a Semblance. Haven was a huge culture shock. She was still getting used to a lot of it.
The tiny redhead thought through all of these things as she made her way through the student quad, heading towards the dreaded cafeteria- she was out of food in her room, and she didn't have much money for groceries, so it seemed like she was cursed to eat in that horrifying realm of sweaty tall people in close quarters, moving with the urgency of a zombie herd of cattle. It was an uphill battle just getting her tray to a table!
Fortunately, finding a distraction was not difficult at all.
This distraction in particular was a girl with the prettiest pink hair she'd ever seen, staring at her Scroll with frustration and desperation in equal measures. She was pretty tall, but only by Carmim's standards, considering that just about everyone was tall next to her. And, much to Carmim's delight, she also had dark, bronze, skin! Maybe she was also from Vacuo!? That was exciting to think about. And on top of that, she had goat horns!!! Was she a goat faunus? Suddenly Carmim felt very self-conscious about her relatively goat-heavy diet. What? It was all her village had to eat!! When all you have is goats, all you eat is goat. Not that she would eat this girl! That would be murder, and cannibalism, and wrong!
Wait, actually, was it cannibalism to eat a faunus? That actually... didn't sound like it was the right word for it, since they were a different thing than normal people. But still!! Wrong!! And she didn't want to eat anybody, human, faunus, or otherwise.
Whatever!! That was a dumb thought anyways. She blinked her mind clear, before walking towards Primrose with a bright, welcoming smile. She hadn't seen her around before, so she assumed she was relatively new to Haven. And she seemed to be having some kind of trouble, so maybe she could lend a hand? At the very least, it was a good opportunity for her to meet someone new and exciting and also a goat!
"Hello my friend! My name is Carmim! Are you having some trouble wit' somet'ing?" She glanced at the Scroll, curiously. It didn't seem like it was powered on. Which was something she knew from plenty of experience! She had broken at least one Scroll within her first few days at Haven, because it wouldn't turn on, and she thought hitting it with things would fix it. It always worked with the village radio!! She offered a sympathetic smile. "Scrolls can be very tricky, huh? It took me weeks to figure mine out. Maybe I could help you wit' yours?" It was the least she could do for her new friend!
LAIKA OF GS!
SEM*: A, DURA: C STR: D Recoil: E, STAM: E, SAND: E WEAP: F, EARS: F
Post by Primrose Pashmina on Apr 17, 2020 7:25:32 GMT -5
WHEN A COOL DROP OF WATER'S ALL I NEED GOTTA CLEAR MY HEAD OF ANGER & GREED,
A PLACE TO REFRESH HEART & MIND CAN I FIND SOME TIME IN RIVERS IN A DRY LAND
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The way her scroll's transparent surface reflected her own face felt as though the piece of equipment was taunting her. Auuugh! How could something so small be so endlessly frustrating and complicated? Even learning how to wield her Mother's axe had been easier. Lost in her thoughts, Primrose didn't notice until she was being spoken to that someone had stopped near here- Another girl, who smiled, introducing herself as Carmim. A pretty and fitting name, given her appearance- Which, she noticed included skin of a darker complexion than most natives of Mistral had. Perhaps it was the case that she was also from Vacuo? If not for her asking if Prim was in need of help, she might've thought to broach the subject herself.
"Yes, my scroll..." The young woman admitted, brows furrowing. "I have never been able to use one before, and it seems quite complicated. We had nothing like this back home, nothing at all." They'd relied almost exclusively on fire for lighting things up back home, so while electricity was mundane in a place like Mistral, even it the fluorescent lighting in a place like Haven seemed luxurious to Primrose. "-Could you?" The faunus asked back, eyes glittering at the offer. "If you did so I would be very much in your debt, Miss Carmim!"
It was at that moment Prim had the realization she hadn't yet introduced herself. "Ah, but, I would not ask you to help a stranger, so allow me to introduce myself. I am Primrose Pashmina, but I am also called Prim. I am glad to meet you, Miss Carmim." She gave a half-smile, which for her was a very sincere expression of appreciation, before looking back to her Scroll with evident bafflement. "I have spent much time trying to understand it's function, yet it still evades me. It has even stopped responding to my touch..." The faunus' looked over to Carmim, tone a bit mournful. "Perhaps it has deemed me unworthy to be it's operator..." As far as she was concerned, the device had a mind of it's own, and it was entirely reasonable to assume that the Scroll was capable of rejecting her for a lack of confidence. Primrose wouldn't have blamed it if that were the case- She knew she was lacking in technological skill, certainly in comparison to other students.
...But that was no way to be thinking! Especially not after Miss Carmim had so generously offered to assist her in understanding the scroll's function - and despite her own current insecurities as to whether or not such a thing was possible, Prim had come too far to let a mere tablet get the better of her! Or at least, not more than it had already managed. "I do not know what more I could do to satisfy it, though." She rested a hand under her chin, looking thoughtful. "Was spending the better part of the night, and this morning attempting to understand it not dedication enough? I would hope it does not doubt my resolve..."
HAVE YOU SEEN HER? HAVE YOU HEARD? THE WAY SHE MOVES, THERE ARE NO WORDS
Hmmm, it seemed that her new goat faunus friend was definitely having Scroll troubles, just as she had thought!
And she also did appear to be from Vacuo! Or at least, her accent sounded like she might have been. That was always the trouble with Vacuoan accents- there were so many, and most people never traveled much, so recognizing different accents was tricky. But it didn't sound like she was from Mistral, or Atlas, or Vale, so it was probably that! Unless she was from Menagerie. She might have been from Menagerie!
Regardless, she needed help! And Carmim was there to assist her.
She nodded sympathetically as her newest friend (she had already decided they were friends, in her mind) explained her difficulties. "Mhm! My village was t'e same way! We never had Scrolls, or anyt'ing like Haven has! I was so lost when I first got to Mistral- I did not even know what t'e traffic lights in t'e streets were for! Or what cars were. It is a very good t'ing t'at I am tough, huh? Or I probably would been smushed at least two or t'ree times!" Her chipper tangent wasn't especially Scroll-troubleshooting-related, but at the very least, she figured it would be nice, friendly, small talk while she tried to figure out what the problem was.
The show of faith from Prim only spurred her on too, as she flashed a big grin and a thumbs up at the girl staring up at her. "Do not worry, my friend! You can leave everyt'ing to me!" It was a big show of confidence from someone who was probably less qualified than anyone else Prim could have stumbled across, but she was exactly that confident in her abilities to fix this Scroll. Besides, how hard could it be?
She'd messed up her own Scroll so many times, that at this point, she could probably narrow down whatever the problem was easily.
Prim pulled her away from those thoughts unexpectedly, however, as she spoke up to introduce herself properly. She beamed brightly at the pinkette. "It is very nice to meet you too, Prim!" She listened carefully as she explained the problem that she was facing.
Hmmm... So from the sound of it, it had been working fine before, while she was trying to figure it out... But all of a sudden, it just turned off and wouldn't work anymore? That was definitely cause for concern. And a very frustrating problem, one that Carmim had yet to encounter.
What could it be?
Prim's guess sounded the most accurate, and she nodded with a slight sense of urgency, as she thought it over. Yes, that was the only logical explanation! "Hmm, t'at does seem to be t'e case... But no worries! If my Scroll t'inks t'at I am wort'y, t'an surely it cannot be t'at hard to be wort'y enough for your Scroll too! We just have to t'ink... Hmmm... What makes somebody wort'y of using a Scroll..."
She thought long and hard, with her face all scrunched up in contemplation for a good minute or so, before finally, shouting, "Aha!" and slapping her fist into her other hand, with a clever grin on her face. "I know! It must need a physical challenge! Maybe it needs to see how strong your muscles are before it will let you use it again!"
She looked around, searching for something, before finally setting her eyes on a big stone sitting nearby. "Okay! I will hold your Scroll up to watch, while you go pick up t'at big rock and hold it up over your head! And if t'at doesn't work, hmm... Maybe do a bunch of push-ups too? I am sure t'at t'is will work!"
It was a bulletproof plan. One bound for success. And if it didn't work, she definitely had other ideas. One way or another, they were going to fix this doubtful Scroll!
LAIKA OF GS!
Last Edit: May 8, 2020 20:57:40 GMT -5 by Carmim Clover
SEM*: A, DURA: C STR: D Recoil: E, STAM: E, SAND: E WEAP: F, EARS: F