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Post by Stelpher on Jul 16, 2016 1:16:16 GMT -5
Hey Butter, how good are Tsuney's reflexes?
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Post by Stelpher on Jul 15, 2016 4:25:19 GMT -5
So should we start doing the landing stuff now?
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Post by Stelpher on Jul 13, 2016 23:33:23 GMT -5
So, anyone else starting to have ideas on how their characters are going to develop? I currently have narrowed it down to three different paths, depending on Oliviaer's experiences with those around her.
The Puppet - Oliviaer Gainsboro does not change during her time at Beacon, remaining little more than a tool for The Family. This route will take place if Oliviaer creates no real bond with others, and does not allow things such as 'friendship' and 'empathy' into her heart. More or less a neutral route with a slightly antagonistic grand scheme.
The Friend - During her time at Beacon, Oliviaer is able to break from The Family's hold, for once able to live of her own accord. During this route she will over time allow others into her heart and will one day regain her humanity. Your typical protagonist love breeds love kind of approach.
The Sadist - During her time at Beacon, Oliviaer is able to break from The Family's hold. Emotions kept unchecked, she will lash out against the world, enraged by the wrong-doings committed against her. This route is essentially the dark mirror to the above one, if she opens her heart and what enters is overwhelmingly negative. A very simple antagonist route.
So yeah, joy o' joy. It will be interesting to see how things turn out, mm?
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Post by Stelpher on Jul 13, 2016 23:09:26 GMT -5
A summary of Duncan's semblance: "Its high noon..." Edit: Also the link on Nebula just takes you to the RWBY RP story planning page.
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Post by Stelpher on Jul 12, 2016 9:14:36 GMT -5
The slow march towards the city was about as expected…long and slow. Unlike her usual battlefields this place was quiet, calm even, if you ignored the downright disturbing atmosphere. The choking reek of pollution and industry grew stronger in their nostrils with each closing meter, and before long Lynnette was regretting her choice not to put on her own gas mask like some of the other guardsmen had. The simplest way she could describe it would be if she could collect sulphuric gas in a jar, and then put it in an oven until the gas itself had somehow been burnt black, and then burnt, all the while filling the room with burning rubber. Then, and only then, could one know a hint of this retched place’s stench.
The route they had taken towards the city was a wide road that had passed through the polluted wasteland, most likely built by smugglers or some other shifty transporter to take supplies to other settlements on the planet, although surely the cost of a transport shuttle would be cheaper then whatever the fuel costs for such a long journey would be? Lynn didn’t know the road’s origin, and honestly didn’t much care. She was just attempting to occupy her mind during the long march. The road was evidently in disrepair, both a combination of infrequent use and the atmosphere of the underhive, resulting its cracked and sometimes buried state. For a brief moment Lynn was thankful for the sturdiness of Imperial equipment, otherwise no doubt her cybernetics would probably be corroded by the time this mission was over.
Once again, Lynnette realised just how calm their journey was, and more importantly how dull it was. As a soldier, caution was in her nature but right now all she felt was creeped out. She didn’t feel in danger, she didn’t sense snipers or traps or anything, just an eerie quiet. Before long she had taken enough, something had to be done, to at least attempt to stave off a fall in morale.
“Rabalius, you seem the jovial sort. Got any carols or chants you sing back home to keep in good spirits? What about you Ameranth? Any hymns of The Emperor, praise be, to uplift us on our potentially perilous journey?”
Inquisitor Ameranth growled from the back of the march, displeased with Lynnette’s jest. “I’ll have you know Miss Prendaghast that I do in fact have a wonderful singing voice and would be honoured to sing the praises of our lord, The Emperor, if we were not walking directly into what could be hostile territory.”
“Yeah, thought as much.” Lynn muttered under her breath.
After a few more minutes of walking, the squad had almost reached the city limits, but an obstacle had appeared in their way. A stream of fluid, which Lynn very much doubted was water due to its mucky rust-orange appearance, stretched out from the city several kilometres to the east. Lynn ordered the squad to halt, before approached the stream. Using her cybernetic arm she tore out a small chunk of the ravished road and threw it into the fluid. The chunk hissed and spat as it quickly dissolved within the small river, confirming the Sergeant’s suspicions. They could go around it, but that would add hours, possibly even a day to their journey, and they simply couldn’t afford to leave Delta and Charlie alone for that long. The river itself was only a couple of meters wide, enough to jump over, but if anyone tripped up and fell in…well it would probably be more humane to just shoot them.
“Alright men, we don’t have the time to go around this river, so we’re going over it. You all made it through basic, a small jump like this should be nothing. The only issue is that if you slip up…well, you saw what happened.”
Lynn was a little concerned as to how the Tech Priestess would cross, as she wasn’t sure how physically fit the woman was, but she would be able to help her across if necessary. Lynn through her rucksack and scabbard across the stream first to lighten the load for the jump, then took a couple of steps back. Dashing forward, she cleared the stream with ease, landing safely on the other side. She re-equipped her equipment, then turned to face her squad.
“Deleede, chuck me your auto-pistol.” Lynn ordered, Jonas giving her a confused glance before tossing the weapon over the river into Lynnette’s hand. “Alright men, you’re up. One at a time, and feel free to throw anything across that may impair your ability to jump. In case you somehow don’t make the jump…” Lynn tilted her head towards the auto-pistol, an offer of quick respite for anyone who might fall in.
The squad began to cross, each jumping the stream with varying amounts of difficulty. Before long the last two were crossing, a fresh-faced Guardsmen who Lynn recalled was Abraxas Mayze, and Inquisitor Ameranth. Mayze crossed first, throwing his rucksack first and then taking the leap. His jump was short however, and he landed on the edge of the stream. Before he could gain his balance the ground beneath his feet collapsed into the stream. Lynn rushed forward to catch the young man before he could fall backwards into the acidic liquid, and succeeded, however his legs had already sunk in to his waist. As the agonizing screams reached her ears, Lynn pulled the man out and on to the more stable ground, but the stream had already done its damage. Mayze’ legs were mutilated, one leg little more than tatters of flesh and muscle on bone, while the other was warped and missing the lower half of his shin. Even as Lynnette’s mind processed this, the fluid still dripping from his legs was eating away at what remained.
“Ameranth, quick!” Lynn called out to the Inquisitor, who hurriedly jumped the gap and moved to the man’s side. The squad had a medic but at this stage, out here in this wasteland, no amount of medical attention was going to save him. The Inquisitor could at least offer him words of The Emperor in his final moments. Lynn paced back and forth while Ameranth spoke his peace, and the screaming began to calm, although that was probably more to do with the man going in to shock rather than the effect of any words. The Inquisitor nodded to Lynnette, and she knelt down beside the kid. She didn’t really know what to say, even if the man probably wouldn’t hear it. At least in battle you could avenge your fallen comrades, here there was nothing to do but pity them. “Sorry kid, this is it for you.” She kept her eyes locked on Mayze’ own, as she held the auto-pistol against his head.
Bang.
She stayed beside the body for a brief moment, before standing and moving silently back to the front of the group. She returned Jonas’ auto-pistol, and then addressed the squad. “We don’t have time to bury him, check his bag for any spare ammunition and supplies, then we’re moving on.”
While the men got to work she wondered a short distance away from them, muttering as she dug her toe into the ground. “Tch, one down and we haven’t even entered the city yet. What a fucking mess.” Jonas approached her from behind, putting a hand on her shoulder. “You alright Lynn?” Lynnette took a deep breath and shook her head. “Bullets haven’t even started flying and we’re already down to eleven. I hate this place, let’s get this over and done with.” The two moved back to the squad and the march continued, however the mood was now much more sombre.
Within another fifteen minutes the group had reached the edge of the city and the stench was palpable. She ordered that anyone who hadn’t already put on a gas mask do so, as they’d be necessary within the city until they moved up to the higher levels. She turned back towards the direction they had come, waving to the Valkyrie in the distance and watching it begin to take off. Once again she returned to the front of the squad, and they began to enter the darkness of the undercity. Once again, Lynn found herself muttering. “’The Emperor protects’ huh? Sounds like a bad joke to me.”
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Post by Stelpher on Jul 8, 2016 21:26:49 GMT -5
For two moons Reinhardt had been travelling through these damned mountains and valleys, and he was already getting tired of them. He had long since abandoned the thought of wearing his plate in favour of his leather armour, the reduction in his mobility far outweighing any protective value it would normally hold. The singsongs of birds and the other sounds of nature had lost their tranquil and calming aura, now simply reminding him that he had managed to get himself lost. He didn’t understand what went wrong - the plan had been so simple. Rather than going around the mountains, he would just go straight through them southward bound. It should cut days off his travelling time. And yet here he was; lost in the valleys and forests of this god damned mountain.
His muscles tiring from the effort of walking for so long, Reinhardt found a small clearing amongst the trees and sat himself down on one of the few rocks littering the area. Rogers, Reinhardt’s faithful mule, began chewing on the grass nearby while the many items carried on his back gently clattered in the breeze. Reinhardt took the opportunity to relax, laying back on the rock and letting the cool breeze blow across him. The sounds of insects in the grass and birds in the trees relieved the tensions in his body and mind, while the scent of grass and decaying leaves and smoke drifted through his nostrils. Smoke? Reinhardt’s mind immediately recalled the image of his home set ablaze, his wife lifeless on the grass before it. He opened his eyes and through the break in the trees caused by the clearing he could see a column of smoke rising nearby. It couldn’t have been more than twenty minutes from the clearing, so Reinhardt decided on this as his new destination. Best case scenario he stumbles across a settlement or camp of some sort and can get directions off these damned mountains, the worst he stumbles across Bandits and has to ask them none-so-politely.
Within the hour Reinhardt had arrived in a valley and found the camp. He had tied Rogers to a tree some distance away and re-equipped his plate armour in case of the worst scenario. From a distance the camp appeared Swadian, but it was impossible to truly tell from this distance, and Reinhardt dared not take off his helmet in case of archers. Before long it was obvious that someone had spotted the tall steel frame approaching their camp, as the tension he could feel from the camp increased and two guards on watch awaited Reinhardt. Reinhardt himself kept his Zweihander ready for use, but held it resting against his shoulder in a none-aggressive stance.
“That’s close enough stranger, state your business.”
Reinhardt held his advance, dropping his blade to the ground and resting his hands on its hilt. “I am a travelling mercenary, lost in these god-forsaken mountains. I seek guidance, and possibly a map.”
The two guards eyed him warily before turning to each other and discussing what to do with him in hushed tones. Reinhardt waited patiently for them, attempting to scope out the rest of the camp in the bad light. The two guards eventually focussed their attention back on his armoured figure.
“You’ll have to bring it up with our superior. If anyone here can help you, he’ll be the one.”
Reinhardt nodded his thanks. “I have a mule tied to the edge of the forest, I will collect him before I return.” He trudged off towards the tree-line, returning moments later with his faithful companion and entering the camp.
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Post by Stelpher on Jul 7, 2016 7:38:48 GMT -5
Oliviaer’s brief rest was interrupted by one of the nearby holographical monitors, a small crowd gathered around to watch the news. Picking herself off the ground and straightening out her coat, Oliviaer began to approach the nearest monitor to investigate. A man was speaking about a recent robbery at a local dust store, one of many recently.
“The robbery was led by the nefarious criminal Roman Torchwick, who continues to evade authorities. If you have any information on his whereabouts please contact the Vale Police Department.” An image flashed up on screen of an orange-haired man in a white coat, presumably this ‘Roman Torchwick’.
After a moment of thought, Oliviaer recognized some familiarity of the name ‘Roman Torchwick’, her father mentioning it once. The words “Vale upstart whelp” were also in accompaniment. Apparently some criminal in Vale, all Oliviaer knew of the man was that he hadn’t been around for as long as her father, and there for his infamy was apparently a disrespect towards The Family. Oliviaer’s grip on her attaché case tightened momentarily, before the broadcast moved on to an article about the White Fang, the group of militaristic Faunus that she similarly knew nothing about. She began to move away, uninterested, before the broadcast was interrupted and a hologram of a woman appeared.
The new broadcast was some sort of introductory video to the academy that Oliviaer only half listened to. Her concentration was better spent scanning the area and the surrounding students. She had heard the academy grouped students in teams of four, and as much as she would prefer to work alone, the school had its own rules. Oliviaer had decided that now was as good a time as any to assess the others; who would be strong, who would not, who would make capable allies and who she would have to be weary of. After some wondering around she decided the two to keep an eye on were a blonde girl in brown who had some sort of vambrace-like equipment, and a hooded girl in tattered armour, with a metal whip around her waist like a belt. Both looked physically fit and held themselves in a confident manner, which led Oliviaer to believe they were both competent fighters. Another girl caught her attention, a girl in pink carrying a large hammer, but the girl seemed too ecstatic to consider being on a team with.
After finishing up her investigation, Oliviaer found herself heading towards a tabled area in search of a vending machine. To her luck, such an object was present and she withdrew a small amount of Lien from her wallet, opting to purchase a peculiar-looking purple drink.
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Post by Stelpher on Jul 6, 2016 11:37:07 GMT -5
Alright, well I'll chuck a post up tomorrow.
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Post by Stelpher on Jul 6, 2016 0:28:52 GMT -5
1. I'm fine with Argent. 2. Wait what? There's a posting order? With all the back and forth we've had I assumed it was just 'post when you want to'.
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Post by Stelpher on Jul 5, 2016 0:45:50 GMT -5
AGIS - Aegis? Doesn't have all that much to do with our team's theme, but we do have a guy with two shields. Also everyone has some form of protection, from Tsunsy and Mavros' armour to Oliviaer's semblance and Gwyn's shields. Thoughts/other ideas anyone?
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Post by Stelpher on Jul 4, 2016 9:01:09 GMT -5
I don't speak for everyone, but I think the Vale ship is finished. Anti-social as we all are, I don't think we're going to get much more dialogue out of us. Also what's going on with our team? Name/leader haven't been discussed yet, and I'm not even 100% sure we have a full team.
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Post by Stelpher on Jul 1, 2016 9:39:49 GMT -5
So, you know how each member of RWBY has a trailer right? Well the music accompanying those trailers are along the lines of character themes. As such I thought it would be fitting that we should find some kind of character theme of our own. Of course, I doubt any of us have the capabilities of making good music at the drop of a hat (or maybe some of us do, I don't know what you people do in your spare time besides watch web series, play video games and role play), so we'll probably have to borrow music from something else. Of course, this is just an idea that anyone is welcome to follow along with or ignore, up to you. I had a hard time choosing a song that represented my character, therefor I ended up choosing two. Keep in mind these are just my own thoughts and I am open to suggestions of other music if anyone believes they have something that would suit Oliviaer more. www.youtube.com/watch?v=MN_WgwEmRaw (I felt the whole song was a bit too long so I went for the TV-sized version) I found this song fitting for her backstory. I found the tragic and possessing some dark undertones, which I believe mixed well with Oliviaer's own upbringing. www.youtube.com/watch?v=K-YdRaqzhAIThe second song is more akin to a kind of...battle theme I guess. The constant guitar, drum and bass of the song gives me an image of Oliviaer's ruthless and powerful offense, while the keyboard accompaniment represented her more subtle qualities - her precision, her keen awareness, her constant thought towards her next action. And yes, I did this simply because I don't want to finish my last essay at the moment. Don't judge me, it's hard being a procrastinator.
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Post by Stelpher on Jul 1, 2016 3:49:13 GMT -5
I get the feeling the message at the start of my opening post described Gwyn rather well.
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Post by Stelpher on Jun 30, 2016 5:35:00 GMT -5
Death looms over our world every day, digging and scratching at our walls, waiting for the day it may break through, the day chaos returns to these peaceful times. The threat of the Grimm is ever present, it does not relent, and it does not give up. It will continue scratching at our walls until they’re wiped out, and then more will come. One day, all the hammers and nails in the world won’t be enough to fix our walls, and we will remember why we fear the Grimm.
But humanity…humanity forgets. Civilization moves on, each person continuing their daily lives living in the simple mindset that there will always be someone to protect them. Isn’t that unnatural? Isn’t that cruel? To force another to carry so many burdens and lives? …And yet, is it not our duty to fight? To use the strength we possess to keep rebuilding the walls even at the cost of our own lives? Death adds to its toll each and every day, but we tell the people to stop counting. To celebrate the life they have, and to live the life we gave up.
I…I cannot stop counting. I cannot forget. And so I will fight with sword and spear, bow and bullet, tooth and nail, life and limb – I will fight, I will fight because it is my duty. To myself. To my people. To my…Family.
The time had come, Oliviaer’s mission had begun. The task her father had given her was to become a Huntress, so that she would be able to help him when he needed it. However it would be many years before she would finally possess the position her father required, and until then she was alone. Her father would keep contact between the two to a minimum, and she would be left to her own devices until she was needed. That wasn’t to say she was ever truly alone – The Family was never too far away wherever she was, but to imagine that her life would be her own for the first time in years…the thought was both exciting and terrifying in equal measure. No-one aboard the airship was partial to Oliviaer’s inner thoughts, and her features remained unmoving as her mind was brought back to her surroundings by a constant irritating buzz.
“Hey. Hey you. Girl in the grey. You. Yes you.”
Oliviaer finally took notice that someone was addressing her, turning her head slightly away from the window to view the speaker. A woman of average stature wearing a pink dress of some sorts had been attempting to grab her attention, a small group hanging slightly behind her. The woman had light red hair tied up in pigtails, and wreaked of arrogance, giving Oliviaer the impression that she was akin to the leader of a pack of yapping dogs.
“What’s with the get-up? Today’s only the first day, it’s not like we’re supposed to expect any combat today.”
Oliviaer took a quick look at herself. It was true she had come fully equipped, a large black case in her right hand while her combat gauntlet covered her left and reached up to her elbow, however she did not understand how this was out of place. Many others were in strange and exotic apparel of some description, and it only seemed reasonable to enter a school meant to train Hunters and Huntresses cautious and prepared for anything.
Oliviaer turned completely towards the girl, giving the woman her full attention which resulted in the unintentional glare she often gave others, as she stated:
“If we must fight I would prefer to come prepared.”
The girl stared at her a moment longer, as if she were expecting more from Oliviaer, before she sighed and returned to her posse.
“Whatever.”
Oliviaer watched the woman leave before she turned back to the window. The view of Vale from so high up in the air was remarkable, and the whole city seemed so small and distant from the air. Oliviaer reached out a hand to the glass, grabbing at the world beneath her. Worries, fears, everything felt small and insignificant, and the land seemed like it could fit in her palm. She removed her hand before she could be caught up in her thoughts any longer, remembering when the same had happened during the flight to Vale and she had accidentally scratched the glass with her gauntlet. There was still some time left in the flight, and Oliviaer took a seat on the floor, leaning against the glass behind her. Her long, dark coat was warm and comforting, and her eyes closed as she decided to relax a little before they landed.
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Post by Stelpher on Jun 30, 2016 4:14:43 GMT -5
Oh yeah, just realized that no-one has yet to make a Faunus. #CisHumanScum xD
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