Mythical (RWBY Pyrrha Quest)

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Your name is Pyrrha Nikos and you do not care one wit for the blatherings of the girl in front of you.

And you think you don't care very much for the girl, either.

It's got nothing to do with her appearance. Physically you'd have to admit she's quite pretty. She's slender, possibly describable as 'petite', wound up with all the tautness of a tight bowstring. Her hair falls down to the mid of her back in a stark snow white ponytail. In her pure white dress she looks like a figurine, a dance sculpted from ice and snow. If she never opened her mouth, she'd give off the impression of a distant lonely figure, a Dulcina in the snow.

Sadly she does open her mouth. A lot. And while you have a liking for pretty girls (and boys), you're not very interested in the noises that come out of their mouths besides mewls of pleasure.

She, as she has informed you repeatedly, is Weiss Schnee, heiress to the Schnee Dust Company and someone worthy of being your partner. You'd sneer at that. She thinks her wealth makes her equal to your spear.

It's such a laughable idea that you'd almost forgive for for the insult.

Almost.

"And why," you interrupt her before she goes on another self-effusive listing on her own outstanding qualia. "Should I care about that?"

Her face as she transitions from assured self confidence to absolute and sudden shock amuses you greatly. She stutters, caught completely off guard. "What?" She repeats herself stupidly.

For all of her self described intelligence, she clearly isn't that good at reacting to unforeseen events, is she? Well, you think you might prefer her this way. It makes her look cuter.

"I said why should I care about any of that." You repeat yourself in a bored manner. "SDC? Upbringing? Blood? Which of these will make a single mote of difference when you're fighting for your life with your blood up and enemies to all sides?"

She narrows her eyes. "What exactly are you saying here?"

"Prove yourself." You kick yourself up to your feet and slide your shield and spear onto your back. "I don't care you are, who your parents are, or absolutely anything about where you came from. It's only what you do that interests me."

"If you want to be my partner, prove yourself first and then find me."

It's a dismissal, and even one that Ice Queen can see clearly. She steps back, posture and body language raring as if to say something but at the last moment all the tension built up in her shoulders just sort of crumples away. She steps back and smooth her skirt out. "And then?"

"I shall consider your request," you say lightly with no promises. It's the best she's going to get out of you and she knows it. She doesn't push any further but instead nods and steps back.

She has sense. You may actually consider her request after all.

With the Schnee girl behind you, you step forward and take a look at the rest of the locker room. It's a big room, with high curved ceilings and large glass windows through which sunlight trickles through and there are plenty of people still doing last minute preparations for the initiation.

You could talk to them. If you so deemed any of them worthwhile of your company.

[ ] The boy praying along alone on one of the wooden benches bolted to the center of the room. He's blond, his hair a sort of tattered wispy white yellow without any richness. His skin is as pale as his hair, almost sort of pallid looking. He wears silver armor plates, chestplate, shoulder, gauntlets, molded onto a hooded longtailed of dark blue. A lance with banner that's so plain in comparison to most hunters weapons it almost stands out in its plainness lays on his lap, already retrieved from his locker. He's tall and thin and even wearing armor has little to no definition to speak of.

You wonder how he thinks he'll be able to make it through initiation. He's pretty enough that if he kisses your hand and begs, you might consider carrying him through.

Might.

[ ] The duo of red and gold. The taller of the two has the richness the boy lacks. Her hair is rich in both volume and color, deep golden and voluminous, spilling out in what can only be described as a mane of golden curls. Her skin is bronzed and sunkissed, combined with the thick ropes of muscles you can across her arms and shoulders, emblematic of a healthy lifestyle. She wears a an outfit that feels vaguely Vacuan with a red scarf and a dusty brown jacket which clings tightly to her equally voluminous bust, complete with boots with spurs on them.

Seems like she'd be either a good fight or a good lay. Maybe both.

The smaller of the two you write off. She's small and mousy, brimming with energy but not the sort you like. At first you might find her fun but she'd quickly get old. Much, much too young.

But they seem like they come in a pair so if you want to talk to the big gal, you'll have to put up with the little girl too.

[ ] The other duo. The boy is pale and slender with sharp pink eyes. His black hair falls halfway down his back, threaded by a few threads of pink weaving their way through what would otherwise be a tide of deep black. He wears a plain green jacket of Mistralian style and loose white pants. Your favorite kind of pretty boy.

Unfortunately it seems he's taken by his companion. The blue eyed ginger girl talks to him as if she's his owner, and judging by the way that he's not protesting it she actually might be. Unlike him, she's less slender and more stocky. She's as muscled as the golden dragon from before, but she holds herself differently. Rather than a coiled spring given just enough slack, she holds herself openly and as she seems at face. She wears an armor shirt of laminar mail and high fur-collared black half-vest half-skirt that hooks around her arms and holds tight around her abdomen before falling away into a armored skirt.

She gives off the impression that she thinks herself the best and you somewhat feel the urge to go over and utterly crush her delusions of grandeur. There can only be one supreme under the eyes of Selene and you shall stand no challengers.

[ ] Sit in your tent and brood. About the past, perhaps.

[ ] Write in

QN: Achilles. Of all the warlords loved by the gods, he's the biggest jerk of them all.

Character List

You - The Champion. Pyrrha Nikos. Four Mistral Regional Champion. Supreme over man. Invincible under the light of Selene.

Definitely not full of yourself.

Philia - Your sister by choice if not by blood.

Alexandros - Fucking rich prettyboy nerd. One day you'll smash his jaw in.

Hektor - Pretty decent guy. It's a shame you had to put him into a hospital, but he should have been more careful around Philia, yeah?

Aivas - Strongest warrior you've ever met. Almost a match for you. Almost.

Ozpin - The most renowned hunter in the Four Kingdoms. Prodigy hunter at the age of 20, teacher at Beacon Academy by the age of 25, headmaster of Beacon Academy before he was even halfway through his 30s. Also known the only reason you're in Vale.

Weiss - (Current) heir of the Schnee family. Atlesian. Proud and prideful but also filled with a strong desire to perfect herself.

Ruby - Excitable prodigy girl. Reminds you of Philia, except hyperactive, less aggressive, and not resembling Philia in any way.

Yang - Tough girl. Ruby's older sister. >AMAZING CHEST AHEAD<

Nora - Girl who is strong but also utterly full of herself. Does not resemble you whatsoever in any way.

Ren - Pretty boy. Reasonable and level headed guy.

Jaune - ???? Apparently a child of the Arc family except he doesn't exist? Very suspicious.

Blake - Weiss's retainer. Quiet. Very prepared.