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 Alexandros Skouriá on Feb 17, 2020 3:58:20 GMT -5
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STEP ASIDE, RELOAD, TIME TO GO[break]
I CAN'T SEEM TO CONTROL ALL THIS RAGE THAT'S INSIDE ME
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Whoever this mysterious "Knight" character was, they were getting exactly what they wanted.[break] Well, maybe not exactly what they wanted; not a revolution, but certainly enough discontent and anger to rival one. What had started as a... well, discussion, one would suppose for lack of a better term, had very quickly snowballed into a heated exchange of words and ideas from the usual suspects of Haven's red class and its self-contained messaging group. The evening was becoming a particularly tense one as the matter of politics suddenly turned into much more personal ideals -- the whole thing was a disgrace, really, but one that they were all responsible for. The Skouriá boy, whether by some shred of wisdom or a much more probable cowardice had been keeping his head down, as he so often did, hoping that the whole thing would somehow come to a polite and prompt end.[break][break]
It didn't.[break][break]
Alexandros had been sliding in and out of the colourful conversation as the scroll beside his bed buzzed and beeped away into the growing night, succumbing to his own temptations rather than tuning the drivel out and trying to take a rest. So, already knee-deep in self-fulfilling annoyance, the boy had no other choice than to tune it all out proper and get some fresh air. Part of him was hoping that the others would think or feel the same, however slim such a chance may be, and announced his departure as an open offer; the roof of the dormitory block, all lovely and empty, would be his destination for the next little while, and his scroll would not be coming along for the journey. Whether any of his classmates decided to step out into the cool night air was of no concern -- it'd be appreciated, sure, but it wasn't the point. It was clear that there were a handful of great big personalities that were going to have great big clashes fairly regularly, and some quick time away from their text-only selves would be nice.[break] Slipping only his usual white coat over a just-as-usual dark undershirt, Alex powered down the device and tossed it onto his pillow, heading out the door and pulling it shut behind him. A minute -- or maybe two -- later, and he was up the stairs and out yet another door to the rooftop, and the to coming stars hanging high overhead. It was sort of strange, he thought for a moment, that certain parts of the academy grounds were built in a traditional Mistralan style while others were much more modern by comparison, even if only slightly. This building was one such strange case, blending a rather typical façade with an atypical core. There were no sloping rooves and rice-paper walls up here, despite some strange approximation of the latter appearing nearer to the ground floor.[break] But that didn't matter. It was peaceful, at least for the moment, and that was what was most important.[break][break]
Alex strode forward some steps and sat himself down on the roof, leaning back, resting on his hands to look up into the night as it closed in over the horizon.