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 *place holder* on Feb 28, 2020 8:12:51 GMT -5
Always remember to smile!
The early bird gets the worm, or as Alice's father as always said the early wolf gets the rabbit! Alice wish there was rabbit cooking at the end of her this morning as she ran around the tracks. Despite the weather, she was dress lightly in a gray crop top hoodie, black shorts and matching legging and running shoes. Even if spring was around the corner it was still more then cold enough at she get a few odd looks from her fellow morning zombies. Not that she thought this was cold. Hell, this was a warm morning compare to the village she knew would still be knee-deep of snow back home. She even grins a bit wicked thinking of her other having to shove the snow out to make paths around. It has always been her job to do to help each and every day as part of her "training". She was pretty sure her Brother just didn't want to do it.
With another loud thumb, Alice's foot slams the ground betraying her small frame as it kicked up a cloud of dirt. Each stepped sounded more like that of a large man, a bodybuilder even and not that over a smaller nineteen-year-old woman. Thanks to her semblance weight training was a rather simple thing allowing her to train both her speed and stamina at the same time. Allowing her to kill to Grimm's with a big rock! Or something like that. Either way, it made things simpler for her and she wasn't complaining. Unlike a very ungrateful body part, she was already feeling her stomach starting to rumble.
"Traitor!" She grumbles coming to a stop before sighing heading over to her bag. Enjoying the real cool air now that her semblance was off Alice thought about what to do now. Normally she would have stopped her for breakfast as she hated training awhile hungry, but thanks to a new connection she had a way around it. She grinned as she removed a rather large banana that almost looked to be a joke, but it was very real. "Oh? What's that." She said pausing as to listen to the fruit. "You want to be eaten? Don't mind if I do." She laughs not caring about how she must look. With nimble fingers, she quickly peeled the banana before flipping up her spear, Grimm's Bane, from the ground to her hand. It was time for some weapon training.
That was until she heard the boom! An explosion!?!? Were the academy under attack? No that was dumb their be alarms and blight flashing lights and horns if that happens. Right? Yeah that sounded like that would be the case. Either way Alice felt she need to look into this. After all, it had come from the same direction as the area for outdoor weapon training. Numming on a rather large banana Alice rounded a build as she scanned the area to find nothing of much. She had half expected to find a down airship or something, but then again her hearing was better than most so maybe it wasn't as big as she thought. However, she did spot something or more of someone in the field already.
With a grin, Alice fixes her bag on her back and made her way over to the, now that she was looking, very tall brick house of a man. She had to almost lean up a bit just to look the man in the eyes which were sort of normal. Alice wasn't the tallest person, but she was just below the average of most her age. After walking up Alice took a moment to eat her last bit of the banana before smiling up that the guy. "Wow. You're big!" She said matter factually before looking around for a bit, but her eyes quickly saw what she was pretty sure had caused that big boom from before. It looked like some sort of Lance, from best she could see, but it as huge! "Sooo I'm guessing that big ba-da-boom was your doing?" Flashing up a winning smile Alice dropped her bag as she began to stretch a few yards from the guy. "Da names Alice. I just got here a few days ago so I been making it a point to say hi to everyone. So well hi!" Ending her stretching with a wave.
Ah the morning! The sun was truly the most heroic thing on the planet. It was radiant, glorious and nothing could escape its gaze! Not even the moon was hidden from its view. It was a cold day but that meant training was all the better. As the legendary knight, Loog once said “The Cold air exposes my weakest and that allows me to match it with my best” and that was certainly true. As a child, Arno was very weak. He shivered in even the most warm of conditions and bundled up constantly. Now though, after years of training this cold was no match for his burning passion! Ever since he was a wee child of ten he had trained in the earliest mornings on the coldest days to improve his endurance. He didn’t have Castellan then but now his training was even better! His father and mother didn’t understand it. Which was fine of course they supported him anyway. Mother and Father’s stories were the perfect inspiration and he repeated the tale of the great knight of water, Loog constantly throughout his early years. Loog was his silent mentors on those cold mornings, pushing him to be better and become more than he was. To become a knight and a hunter.
Now he felt Loog at his back again as he checked over his shells. So many of them were oddly named. “Test type V seven five? How odd.” Why couldn’t he ever name them something cool? Like Eye of Justice or Glorious Fire? Or even better, something with double naming points. Like Burning Eye: Justice Redux! Now that was a shell he could put in Castellan Rampart. He had to shout them after all and he couldn’t really intimidate villains by saying Test type V Seven Five! Loudly. That would probably just confuse them and really he didn’t want that. He wanted them afraid not laughing at him! Arno grimaced for a second before disregarding the thought and picking up the shell. Normally, this would be twice the size it was and Arno wouldn’t be able to even golf it. Castellan Rampart’s cannon was originally an artillery piece after all. His father had gone through the lengthy process of fitting it into the lance for him and because of the retrofitting the shells had to be downsized. They weren’t as powerful as before but it meant Arno could handle them more properly. This thought only passed through his head momentarily as he felt the satisfying opening sound of the lance’s revolving shell loader. As he slotted the shell into the cannon he grinned as he heard the sound of the shell being loaded in. It was almost melodic. As he picked up the lance and readied it Arno looked over the weapon more properly than his casual look at it when it was simply sitting on the bench waiting for him to use it. It was just like he always remembered it. Smooth in his grip, heavy but in a good way like a beast waiting to roar for its master’s protection. He felt Loog’s presence more strongly now as he held the lance at the target in front of him. Being in the outdoor practice area meant he had no limit on opportunities to test his new shells. These ones weren’t labeled but if he had to hazard a guess Arno would most likely assume they were designed to explode on contact instead of air burst like the last lot. Which was all the better for his purposes. No villains would stand after a full six of these! There’d be no limit to his justice!
Now. To fire it. Arno tensed himself and squinted. The target was relatively close by so he wouldn’t have to adjust for range or speed. It wasn’t going anywhere after all. After a few moments of breathing in and out he found his fingers wrapped around the inbuilt trigger. After a final relatively quite second of heroic monologuing he fired. It was loud. Obviously so. The explosion made even Arno-who had grown accustomed to the sound-flinch. After a brief moment, he looked at the target. It was decimated, with the typical blast scar around its chest. With a loud laugh, Arno pointed his index finger forward and- with significant Mach flair- shouted out a catchphrase he’d been working on for ages. “Villains will never triumph, not as long as dawn still breaks!” Of course, he could not transform like the angels or flex but he could certainly perform the same movement. He put down his lance and pointed two fingers to just above his head and then moved then down and out in a fluid movement as if he was aiming a gun at himself. This in the show would’ve turned him into an Angel of Flex. A glorious hero who used their powers to defeat the enemies of peace. This of course was not such a tv show, so he couldn’t do anything of that sort sadly. For him it was simply a way of becoming his epitome of a hero. Though after a moment contemplating and then reloading the shell he realised that though the Angels of Flex had heroic looking clothes, he wasn’t wearing anything of the sort. All he was wearing was his typical fair, a blue jacket and a white undershirt, with some small amounts of plating below his neck. His pink scarf and his HEROIC BANDANNA(tm) which he’d made when he was younger. He thought tessellated triangles were all the rage. They weren’t but they worked for him. Now that wasn’t a heroic outfit at all. Also, as a side note. Heroes don’t usually obliterate a target’s entire torso. Though perhaps they should considering how often they lost. Heroes shouldn’t lose! That was Arno’s motto.
Arno tapped his cheek as he considered all this, his lance resting next to him comfortably with the barrel still smoking. The remains of the shell lying right next to it. His thoughts however were interrupted by someone approaching. Perhaps someone ready to train as he was? When he turned he was ready to deliver a pose and a speech. Instead, he was the one on the back foot. A girl he’d never met before was eating the last of her banana and looking at him. Before saying something he’d never heard before. “I’m big? “ Arno repeated quietly for a second before she went on. Her question about the explosion was answered with a vigorous nod and a hand gesturing to his weapon. “That it was! Castellan Rampart is very loud.” Ah, her name was Alice. A good name that. Arno responded with a slam of his fist to his chest and a wide smile of his own. “I am Arno Mach a future protector of the peace! It’s wonderful to meet you Alice.” (1,145/1,145)
Last Edit: Feb 29, 2020 5:26:33 GMT -5 by Arno Mach
Post by *place holder* on Mar 1, 2020 11:05:06 GMT -5
Always remember to smile!
Finishing her stretching Alice took a moment to study the lance/gun with careful eyes. She wasn't that much of a gear head when it came to weapons, but even she could see the quality of its craftsmanship. Even if it looked like a beast of a weapon to use in battle, then again the dude was big as well so it made sense. Maybe he was the back-line support type? Raining death on Grimm's with that cannon with a fury of umm something furies! Then why would it be in the shape of a lance a weapon meant to be, granted while mounted, but still in close combat. Even as her face slip into it class bored state her mind was racing on how this weapon worked would be used. However, her attention was quickly pulled back to Arno by his greeting causing a wide smile of her own to match his.
"Future protector hmm" Her smile turning to a sly smirk now looking back up to his face. Most might think it was the looking of someone ready to make fun of such a statement. After all the way he said it so freely and without a hint of irony might seem more like something a child might say not someone of their age. However, Alice wasn't one of those people as far from them as one could be in fact. Crossing her arms she nodded to the man before she spoke. "I see. Well, it great to meet a fellow who follows this rocky path. Its a nice to meet ya both." Her smirk flashing to a real smile as she nodded to Arno and Castellan Rampart. It only seems fair since he did introduce it that she gives it a greeting as well.
"Ah!" She exclaimed pounding her fist down in an open palm. "Where are my manners. I already introduced myself, but this lovely lady..." Suddenly slipping her foot under the spear on the ground she kicked it and with a flash her arm caught it. It became a blur of motions as Alice began spinning it around her body, the spear dancing from fingers to fingers before coming to a stop pointing at Arno. "Is Grimm's Bane. Don't let her simple looks fool you. She still has a wicked bite." As she stuck the end of the spear into the ground and began to lean forward on it as her eyes wander out toward the training target where it now stood with a blast scar in its chest.
After studying it for a moment she whistler while looking over to Arno side-eyed. "From the looks of it, however, Castellan kicks a lot harder." Laughing a bit to herself thinking about the staff reaction to seeing the target being blown to bits. Oh well, they were out here to be used and abused, wasn't they? "I bet that does a number on a group of Grimm's." Grinning amazing one of those shells landing in a group of charging Grimm's blowing them sky-high. "Mind if I watch?" Tilting her head to the side as she looked back at Arno. "I'm kind of curious to see it now." She said flashing a winning smile to the man.
Arno watched with curious anticipation as Alice looked over his weapon. He wasn’t a craftsman or inventor like his father and mother were but the weapon was forged to his exact specifications. He couldn’t draw well either, so it was more to his assumed expectations. Regardless, it looked professionally built though certainly worn from all its use. The edges of the lance had seen definite use with some of the paint chipping at the edges. Arno kept it that way on purpose actually, being of the opinion that scars were ‘cool’. The revolving chamber for shells was open and the inner workings of what used to be an artillery cannon could be quite clearly seen. Retrofitting had to be done to even fit the thing inside the hollowed out and expanded chamber of the lance. It retained a large degree of its original mechanisms including a loading mechanism within the revolving chamber. From what could be seen from the outside it seemed that to insert a shell one had to simply insert it into the chamber and ready it. That was true. It was designed simple by Arno’s father but that meant removing a decent chunk of the measures to keep backfiring in check. It was a testament to Arno’s strength that he could even lift the thing not to mention avoiding the recoil that most people would suffer using it. Suddenly though, he realised that he’d been drawn into his weapon as much as Alice had been and snapped back to attention once she said it was good to meet the both of them.
For a second, Arno was very confused. There was only one person here that she could be referring to but then he got it and slapped his forehead in recognition of his own blunder. “Ah you meant myself and my weapon, I see!” Arno was about to launch into one of his typical tirades presumably about his own incompetence in humour, Alice introduced her own weapon. Grimm’s Bane. It was certainly interesting. A more agile weapon than Castellan, he could say that much. “A wicked bite indeed, that weapon could cleave through many Grimm!” He gave her a very cheesy thumbs up. It was a move related to many heroes but the one he associated it with the most was the legendary knight Loog. He always gave a thumbs up or a salute to those who witnessed his triumphs. He had incorporated it into his poses as a move to use whenever he won. Though he hadn’t had many chances to use it aside from his entrance exam, where he gave those watching a salute. Then again, he was standing atop a pile of spent shells. That alone deserves applause in his eyes. As Alice complimented his weapon Arno smiled, it was nice to receive compliments on things he owned. It made him feel the effort was all worth it. As a hero, one shouldn’t expect public praise which is why Arno liked it so much. Wait, Alice wanted to see it in action? Arno grinned back to her. That was a wonderful idea! Without a second’s hesitation Arno grabbed another shell and opened up the chamber again. With a grunt, he slotted the shell into its position and spun the barrel into place. “Now this time, I’ll use a piercing shell. Hopefully that’ll dampen the explosive sound a little.” For a moment as Arno readied Castellan Rampart to fire, everything was still. Then he finally squeezed. The shell went careening at the dummy and made another loud explosion. This time though, the shell had exploded into shrapnel to lode itself in the dummy. Piercing shell indeed. “Ah it works!” (616/1716)
Post by *place holder* on Mar 10, 2020 14:08:11 GMT -5
Always remember to smile!
With a sly smile, Alice watched the much larger man as it seemed she was offend catching him off guard with her actions. It was a bit amusing, to say the least even more so as he went along with it. Most people called her out, question her, or more commonly just moved on without acknowledging it which would only encourage her to do it more. She knew she was weird after all. Proving this as she returned Arno thumbs up with her own bit of flare coping a bit from an old show she used to watch when she was younger when she had more free time. Ahhh the good ol'days. She watched with curious eyes as it seemed she asked the right question about wanting to see the weapon in action. She wanted to see how the hell someone would use that beast of a cannon. Didn't he have a stand or maybe set it on the ground? She had played with the idea of holding it, but that couldn't be... Oh, it was.
She wasn't sure at yet as Arno loaded up another shell and aimed the shot down at the targets. "Wait, do you really hold it..." She got out before followed by a yelp at the sudden boom of the cannon. It wasn't nearly as loud as the others she had heard during the day, but still being this close with her ears might not have been the best idea. With ring ears, she watched as not a second later the target blew into shrapnel inside of the dummy. "DAMN THAT'S COOL!" She yelled over the ringing in her ears, forgetting she didn't need to. "BET THAT GOES RIGHT THROUGH A GRIMM SHELL!" Not trying to hide her excitement as the sounds of the world came back to her causing her to pause for a moment. With a side-eye, she looked back up at Arno as she crossed her arm over her chest. "Pause a moment. What you mean by It works?!" It was an odd choice of words to use after firing something.
Turning to face him she leans forward watching the man as she spoke. "Did you just test something you weren't sure what would happen with a cute girl in the area?! What if something went wrong. What if it blows up or something!!" She was trying to sound serious, however, as she got closer to the end her mask was slowly turned to a grin as fought back a laugh. Letting the statement rest in the air for a moment she soon broke into a laugh as she Arno shoulder a punch as she teased him. "Just messing with ya. I'm guessing you were trying out some news shells or something?" Asking thinking about what all one could do with cannon shell. If you had a way to carry them you could have something for all sorts of the situation making it a rather useful weapon. Not something she would use ever, hell she wasn't even sure she could fire it with her semblances. Still, she saw its usefulness in the right hands and in the right team set up.