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 12, 2019 18:00:44 GMT -5
Haven was a place of luxury, so far as it concerned Primrose. Not frivolity, but there was a definite luxuriousness to the school's ample access to resources and equipment. Compared Vacuo, where every resource was hard-earned, Mistral seemed to have abundance everywhere- In it's population, in it's students, everything. And Primrose intended to make the best use of it that she could. After all, while she was here, it'd essentially be wasting opportunities freely given not to make the most of what Haven had to offer.
So, she'd gone to try out the training grounds, or more specifically, the private training cells. Particularly, to work more on using her semblance. While Primrose certainly wasn't going to say her semblance wasn't important, she would admit it wasn't so immediately integrated into her fighting as other's semblances might be. Quartzose certainly had it's uses, but it wasn't always widely applicable, and Primrose hadn't unlocked it until she'd already become comfortable with her fighting style- Meaning making changes to work it in more naturally had been a bit of a difficulty.
Regardless, learning to better understand it's limitations and advantages was never going to be a bad thing- Even if it was situational, knowing the right situations for it could be the difference between possible life and death later on.
It wasn't as though Primrose was shy about training, but a simple desire to see how she felt about making use of the cells. She hadn't used them before, so it was at least worth it to see if she'd enjoy using the private cells more than the standard, public grounds. Once she'd reached the facilities, the Faunus went for the first cell that seemed open.
Seemed had been the key word there, as she found another young woman was already inside. Thankfully, her entrance hadn't seemed to interrupt anything, but Primrose still felt a bit bad about walking in more or less unannounced- It didn't take much to see if the room was occupied or not, and these were private cells for a reason.
"My apologies, miss." She did plan on leaving the other student to her practice, but not before giving her an apology- It was only polite, given the imposition. "I wasn't paying attention, and assumed the room was empty. I didn't mean to interrupt you."