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 Carmim Clover on Nov 9, 2020 20:17:34 GMT -5
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AURA: TAG: NOTES: WORDS: 0 | TWC: 6542
HAVE YOU SEEN HER? HAVE YOU HEARD? THE WAY SHE MOVES, THERE ARE NO WORDS
She hadn't hoped for much from Solomon Moon.
Maybe just a little appreciation for her attempts to help him through his hard time, just then, and some gratitude for saving his life at least twice within the past half hour. It wasn't a lot to ask for, frankly. She figured that at the very least, expressing that she had faced similar trials with stress and weird scary flashbacks, would maybe prove to be some common ground for them to stand on together, but that seemed very unlikely, as he came to, immediately seeming to resume his previous mission of ignoring her completely, aside from taking the rare break for saying mean and hurtful things.
He was very good at that.
He did at least humor her with an answer, this time- it was bitter, filled with anger, and more sneered at her, than anything. Which made it about as much as him ignoring her, in all honesty, but at least it was something, right?
She would have been satisfied with that, really, but he continued, to her astonishment. That was something, there- it was a step in the right direction.
She didn't immediately respond to his words, only internalizing them, thinking about what it meant. Every time he fought, he got the same flashbacks? Was that going to happen to her? Was that why he was so angry? So hateful? Would she become like him some day?
Was he okay?
No. She knew he wasn't, but she had figured out by this point that he was as likely to bathe in a volcano than he was to accept any help she could offer.
But she still wanted to try.
At least, she had, until he opened his big, dumb, mouth again, and ruined all of the progress he'd just made; was that just how he was? He couldn't just leave well enough alone? Couldn't go five minutes without insulting the person trying so hard to just be his friend?
She felt a little sad for him, even as he sneered down at her once more, mocking her.
He didn't know her.
He didn't know what she'd been through. Which was why it was wrong for him to assume all of her troubles were caused by mundane issues like breaking a nail or missing a bus.
She sniffed back tears that couldn't come; she'd cried too much already. And answered, in a soft, plain, voice. "My village was attacked. By bandits, and by t'e Grimm. So many of my friends and family died. I almost died. My uncle died. He was my hero, and now he is gone. Because of people who did not care about ot'er people. People who just took what t'ey wanted, and did not care about what would happen afterwards. Terrible, evil, people. Maybe even worse t'an t'e Grimm I watched kill him."
Her hands shook as she relayed her story to the Atlesian, but she held herself together surprisingly well, even as the same familiar scents and sights flashed through her mind, of bloodied sand and death.
"Come on. Let's get somewhere safer. And t'en I will leave you alone, okay? T'at's all you want to be anyways, isn't it? Alone."
She didn't look up at him, as she continued walking; whether he followed or not this time, didn't really matter to her at the moment. She was tired of playing his game. And she was agitated, after dealing with his attempts to bring her down with his words.
Hadn't she been dragged down low enough already?
LAIKA OF GS!
SEM*: A, DURA: C STR: D Recoil: E, STAM: E, SAND: E WEAP: F, EARS: F