adreamofcold
On a Bus to Ivalice
[X] Search for Penny. You're not worried about her, she could take care of herself. But aside of your own curiosity, the same can't be said about others.
[x] Precipitate (PRCE)
[x] Precipitate (PRCE)
Once Again, It's Another Ruhwuhby Adventure (RWBY AU)
- Thread starter SoothingCoffee
- Start date
- Location
- England
Hahaha, oh wow. Whoever crosses that team will regret it. Briefly.
[X] Redcap (RECP)
[X] Do a morning exercise.Sit-ups. Push-ups. Run some laps enough to break out sweat,
Yeah, Ruby for leader. It's going to be interesting to see her manage this, but she's the only one who might actually be able to do so. Plus, Redcap is a very nice team name; it's menacing without being overblown, but fits the colour theme. Nice work coming up with it.
[X] Redcap (RECP)
[X] Do a morning exercise.Sit-ups. Push-ups. Run some laps enough to break out sweat,
[X] Do a morning exercise.Sit-ups. Push-ups. Run some laps enough to break out sweat,
[X]Literally anything with Penny as the leader. Piechart, Pears, Persimmon, Precipitate, I don't care, I just want to see the hilarity she'll cause.
[X] Search for Penny. You're not worried about her, she could take care of herself. But aside of your own curiosity, the same can't be said about others.
[X] Search for Penny. You're not worried about her, she could take care of herself. But aside of your own curiosity, the same can't be said about others.
BBBence1111
Harbinger of Bad Luck
- Location
- Magyarország
[X] Rubes (RPSS)
[X] Do a morning exercise.Sit-ups. Push-ups. Run some laps enough to break out sweat,
[X] Do a morning exercise.Sit-ups. Push-ups. Run some laps enough to break out sweat,
Do you mean Nora here?
- Location
- Ukraine
[X] Raspberry (RSPE)
Reasoning: Raspberry is in the genus Rubus of the rose family. Alas, it does not apply in any way to the other members but I couldn't resist when I noticed it fit.
[X] Search for Penny. You're not worried about her, she could take care of herself. But aside of your own curiosity, the same can't be said about others.
Reasoning: Raspberry is in the genus Rubus of the rose family. Alas, it does not apply in any way to the other members but I couldn't resist when I noticed it fit.
[X] Search for Penny. You're not worried about her, she could take care of herself. But aside of your own curiosity, the same can't be said about others.
You, I like you.
- Location
- Just passing through.
- Pronouns
- He/Him
[X] Redcap (RECP)
[X] Search for Penny. You're not worried about her, she could take care of herself. But aside of your own curiosity, the same can't be said about others.
[X] Search for Penny. You're not worried about her, she could take care of herself. But aside of your own curiosity, the same can't be said about others.
NewAgeOfPower
Engineering Pornagrapher Extraordinaire
- Location
- An Certain Hive of Scum & Villainy, known as NYC
I have to say, our team is completely fucked for good leadership.
Exhibit A) Ruby Rose.
Exhibit B) Penny Polendina.
Exhibit C) Murderhobo with knives
Exhibit D) Wolfish female Murderhobo
Exhibit A) Ruby Rose.
Exhibit B) Penny Polendina.
Exhibit C) Murderhobo with knives
Exhibit D) Wolfish female Murderhobo
Loktarogar
The Apex of Cuddling
- Location
- Brazil
[X] Rubes (RPSS)
[X] Do a morning exercise.Sit-ups. Push-ups. Run some laps enough to break out sweat,
If we do it for 3 years we will be able to kill everything! Harder!
[X] Do a morning exercise.Sit-ups. Push-ups. Run some laps enough to break out sweat,
If we do it for 3 years we will be able to kill everything! Harder!
JoshieWoshie
Mister Doge
[X] Rubes (RPSS)
[X] Do a morning exercise.Sit-ups. Push-ups. Run some laps enough to break out sweat,
[X] Do a morning exercise.Sit-ups. Push-ups. Run some laps enough to break out sweat,
Loktarogar
The Apex of Cuddling
- Location
- Brazil
Ruby: "Team what are going to do against this giant army of grimm coming our way!"
Penny: "Exterminate them all, with our full power!"
Cyan: "Hmm play a game of who kills the most?"
Eli: "Heh, do you think all of you can keep up with me?"
Ruby: "Good! That is what i wanted in the end. Lets kill them!"
Team murderhobo, finally Ruby will respond for her true call to be a grimm reaper, and Penny will become a terminator.
- Pronouns
- He/Him
That is honesty completely believable.
Giant super Grimm meandering about miles away not causing trouble for once, while on a search and recon mission?
"Let's kill them!"
- Location
- Where I need to be
I'm actually pretty sure that logic is what made Ozpin reject Eli and Ciane as group leader...
"Ah so they know that there is Grimm that way and that it isn't towards their goal..."
"They scouted it out anyway... maybe they are making sure the Grimm aren't going to follow them..."
"Well the Chimera is asleep, they can now be assured it isn't going to follow their trail to the..."
"Oh."
On the other hand Ruby and Penny thought it was a good idea to ride a Nevermore to their destination...
"Well, its efficient, faster than just walking, gives them a birds eye view of the situation, and they were able to deal with it without it being able to do anything... Leader material there"
"Ozpin, I don't think..."
"Sorry Glynda, I am too busy with having to deal with the lack of coffee in my cup to deal with any objections at the moment."
[X] Redcap (RECP)
[X] Go the fuck back to sleep.
BBBence1111
Harbinger of Bad Luck
- Location
- Magyarország
This will be an interesting year for everyone. Team Bits and Pieces + Blood Knights, running off to fight anything that moves; APWL's leader issues (because Weiss WILL NOT listen to Jaune, ever.); and poor Blake, the antisocial bookworm leading a team that has Yang and Nora....
Murderhobo all the way.
SoothingCoffee
Umumumu
- Location
- The Library
Team Redcap (RECP)—snerk—have won, alongside the Morning Exercise, which may or may not be a Random Encounter.
[X] Redcap (RECP)
[X] Search for Penny. You're not worried about her, she could take care of herself. But aside of your own curiosity, the same can't be said about others.
Poor Weiss must be furious, Ozpin doesn't even have the fig leaf of "he's a better fighter" or "he made a plan" to put Jaune in charge of that team. It must seem like a massive fuck you. Jaune better not ever let her know he faked his transcripts because I doubt she would be willing to just accept it no questions asked like Phyrra did.
[X] Search for Penny. You're not worried about her, she could take care of herself. But aside of your own curiosity, the same can't be said about others.
Poor Weiss must be furious, Ozpin doesn't even have the fig leaf of "he's a better fighter" or "he made a plan" to put Jaune in charge of that team. It must seem like a massive fuck you. Jaune better not ever let her know he faked his transcripts because I doubt she would be willing to just accept it no questions asked like Phyrra did.
EvilPorygon
Cookie Monster
- Location
- a phone
[X] Team Copper [CPER]
[X] Search for Penny. You're not worried about her, she could take care of herself. But aside of your own curiosity, the same can't be said about others.
[X] Search for Penny. You're not worried about her, she could take care of herself. But aside of your own curiosity, the same can't be said about others.
Well...Redcap is a name for Little Red Riding Hood in some translations...
Chapter 9: Morning Heels
SoothingCoffee
Umumumu
- Location
- The Library
Your gaze swipes across Team Redcap, or at least the R and E of said team. You're not entirely sure what to think of them, with the exception of Eli. You like Eli, in the same way that you like Neo, only without the annoyance. Penny is… strange, but she could handle on her own. The most member you haven't gotten a clear first impression is your team leader, Ruby Rose.
Shaking that thought for another day, you decide against searching for Penny. She could handle herself, you think, and it's not like you have to shadow her every time she's away, and you're not close enough to intrude her personal life. Beside, what's the worst that could happen?
With that sorted out, your eyes turn towards your red-haired partner. Snoring slightly, blanket thrown away to the floor, and her tank-top is ruffled enough to expose her muscle-ridden midriff. Watching her sleep, you can't help but compare her to the same fierce woman of yesterday, and for a brief moment you consider waking her up for a good-morning spar and exercise.
You dismiss that, as well. While you're sure she wouldn't mind, past experiences with Neo and Roman had taught you otherwise—"Plan it out first, kid. People don't like it when you disturb them out of the blue." He had once advised.
Taking that advice to heart, you decide to continue your daily routine as usual. Few minutes of stretching, 100 squats, 100 push-ups, and 100 sit-ups. You hardly break out a sweat, but the light exercise is enough to wake whatever part of you that were asleep. Taking a breath, you decide that some laps around the school's courtyard would be in order to break some sweat, and with that, you silently slip out of the room's door.
Beacon's courtyard is vast as how you remember them—a lush green park-slash-garden in the center, planted with plants and flowers of different kinds, with few benches here and there for the students to hang out or relax. Lining around the garden is a bricked pathway which branches of to another directions of the Academy.
The early morning's cold air brings a pleasant chill on your body, and the scent of flowers of the courtyard wafts pleasantly around your nostrils. You take another set of stretches, and after a few moments, you run and let your legs guide you.
Two circles at first, and then branching off to another area of the academy and let your running tours you from there. In a way, it's also a good way to know your way around Beacon. And it's oddly different from the routine you did in Vale. It's not exactly bad, but you're not sure if it's good either.
Still, while you're not one to stop and admire buildings, Beacon is simply majestic. Especially the near-flawless tower. You suppose it's fitting, considering the Academy's name.
Your morning run, however, is cut short when you encounter a curious sight.
Headmaster Ozpin, arms cradling his coffee the same way Neo cradles her tub of ice cream. His gray hair—whether natural or of age—and the tails of his coat billows slightly under the morning wind, eyes gazing wistfully at the flower garden before him. His cane—a familiar weapon—rests comfortably by its hook on the nook of his elbow. He stands tall, yet relaxed.
Watching him, he looks like the very personification of a protector that people normally embody him.
Of course, that image is utterly ruined by the fact that Headmaster Ozpin is wearing a pair of black high heels. The expensive looking one, you might add.
You consider avoiding him, continue your run and return to your room. After all, you're not exactly here through legal means, and even though you're accepted, there's a sense of danger being close with a possible foe that could crush you if he wanted to. But another part of you, the intrigued and morbidly curious, forces you otherwise, and you find yourself walking to him.
"Headmaster Ozpin?" You inquire carefully, eyes affixed on the high heels. It looks vaguely familiar, for some reason.
You receive a tilt of acknowledgement from him. "Mister Skye. I wish you had a good night sleep?" He asks, before taking a sip of his coffee.
Looking up, you give him a nod. "I… have, sir." He's not looking to you, simply admiring the morning scene before him. You gulp. "If I may ask, Headmaster Ozpin?"
"You may, Mister Skye. It would be unfair if you're not allowed to, after all." He chuckles, hums, and then sips at his aromatic drink. "But please call me Professor Ozpin. I'm more comfortable called with that title."
"Will do… Professor." That triggers a small uptilt on his lips. You clear your throat anxiously, giving the high heels a glance to make sure you're not seeing things. "Why the high heels, Professor?"
He hums at that, sounding strangely approving. For the first time, his eyes flicker to you. "This is a curious conundrum I have recently found, Mr. Skye." He begins. "Have you ever seen someone fought with high heels, instead of the conventional flat footwears?"
You open your mouth, before clicking it shut. Neo. The Malachite Sisters. Several other dead people. "I have."
He nods, taking another drag of his coffee. "I as well. And have it occured to you that most of those people are perhaps… a cut above than the usual?"
Neo beating you to submission, or a draw at best. The Malachite Sisters, while not strong or skilled, have had provided a semblance of challenge. Several others, flitting memories of people whom you have killed, had seemed better than their colleagues. You make a curious noise, eyebrows furrowed to make connections.
"I have." Professor Ozpin continues, and you look up to him. "Glynda, you may know her as my Deputy Assistant, has proven to me several times that fighting in these heels is not an impossibility." He pauses to take another sip of his drink. After a while, he finally turns to you, and you find yourself still. Sharp brown eyes pinning you with passion. "And it occurred to me that perhaps years fighting in these heels mayhaps have had improved her in several ways.
"Her exquisite sense of balance, her electrifying grace, awe-inspiring elegance, her impressive endurance, her agility, and dexterity—" He pauses, taking a deep breath. Despite his tone staying calm, you can see the burning fervent in his eyes, and you find yourself surprised not to drown in it.
You want to refute his claim. Too stupid. Too outlandish. But you can't. In some horrible realization, you are forced to admit that he's right. Every person you've fought with high heels are always better, in one way or another. The Malachites. Neo.
"And I have to admit," he starts once more, voice calmer as he turns away. You feel yourself relaxing, at that. "That I am not a man without curiosity, and nor am I a man easily scared by such a possibility, thus I have put it for myself to see if I could master these high heels in the way that Glynda has." He pauses once more, as if considering something as he looks at his heels. "Admittedly, while these high heels prove to be... cumbersome, they are quite beautiful, no?
You're struck speechless. Part because of his… passionate speech, and part because of the possibility that he may be right. Perhaps…
"And perhaps, if this proves to be... successful, you may expect a new obligated curriculum of the next semester."
"That sounds…" you finally find your voice. "Great." You finish unsurely.
"Hoh?" His eyes flicker back to you. Interest in his eyes. "Perhaps you would like to be one of my partner in this experiment? Don't say anything when Glynda searches for her heels, I must warn you."
You gulp.
[] You nod
[] You shake your head Pussy
You return to your dorm room feeling more drained that you first expected. The encounter with Professor Ozpin is simply too much, for your own health. By the look your Team Leader is giving you as you enter the room, it must be more visible than you had first thought.
"Hey, uh," she pauses awkwardly. "Are you alright?"
You nod your head, noting that she's still in her pajamas. You notice that Penny is already here, staring at you in concern, and Eli has woken up, doing stretches beside her own bed. She looks curious, than nothing else.
You nod your head. "I'm fine," you answer honestly. Physically speaking, that is.
"You do not look fine, Cyan." Penny chimes in.
You shrug. Feeling somewhat comfortable by the show of… well, concern.
"He's fine," Eli aids you helpfully. If a bit gruffly.
You give her a thankful nod. She gives you a smile in return.
Ruby frowns. "You don't look like fine." She points out. At this, she glances at your partner, "But if you say so…"
You shrug, giving your team leader a thankful nod. She beams at that, and you have to wonder how old she is. She seems a bit too young to be here, if you have to be honest. Something to ask her later, you suppose.
"It's twenty minutes before our class." Penny says helpfully. "It should be… Grimm Studies, according to the schedule, by Professor Port."
The four of you go to get ready.
If there's one word you could use to describe Professor Port's Grimm Study class, it's: sickening. And not the good kind of sickening. The mentally taxing kind of sickening—the boring kind. While you admit that the man does provide facts and tidbits you didn't know before, it is simply counteracted by how much the man loves talking about himself. Stories that might have been overly exaggerated, or just fake.
You nod off from the perch of your hand, nearly slamming your face onto the hard flat table, before you wake up once more, blinking. By the fact that your team leader is too busy doodling, and Eli is outright sleeping, it seems that you're not the only who isn't taking this seriously.
Well, except Penny. She's still awake, and perfectly attentive towards the Professor's 'lesson', studiously writing notes on her paper. You can admire that, you admit, for her endurance if nothing else.
Feeling more bored than that time Neo turned you into a mannequin, your eyes wander around the class. There's that Yang girl too busy sleeping, alongside with her friend Nora. The only ones awake are Blake and Ren, and you could see them nodding off now and again.
Sitting at the table in front of them, there's Team Apple. Surprisingly enough, they are actually awake. Not much you could see from here, but it seems that the blonde guy looks fidgety and overall nervous. Umbra, Pyrrha, and the Schnee heiress seem rather attentive—though the last one seems rather furious in her note-taking.
There's also Team Cardinal. You don't really pay them much attention, really. Future Hunters or no, they all entirely scream 'mooky', and they're all asleep, anyhow.
You blink, turning back to the Professor of the class. You miss what he was saying, but you think he's asking if you're something about being a good Hunter? So something good at killing monsters, right? You think you're pretty good at killing monsters, Eyes aside...
[] Raise your hand
[] Eh… don't raise your hand Pussy!
Shaking that thought for another day, you decide against searching for Penny. She could handle herself, you think, and it's not like you have to shadow her every time she's away, and you're not close enough to intrude her personal life. Beside, what's the worst that could happen?
With that sorted out, your eyes turn towards your red-haired partner. Snoring slightly, blanket thrown away to the floor, and her tank-top is ruffled enough to expose her muscle-ridden midriff. Watching her sleep, you can't help but compare her to the same fierce woman of yesterday, and for a brief moment you consider waking her up for a good-morning spar and exercise.
You dismiss that, as well. While you're sure she wouldn't mind, past experiences with Neo and Roman had taught you otherwise—"Plan it out first, kid. People don't like it when you disturb them out of the blue." He had once advised.
Taking that advice to heart, you decide to continue your daily routine as usual. Few minutes of stretching, 100 squats, 100 push-ups, and 100 sit-ups. You hardly break out a sweat, but the light exercise is enough to wake whatever part of you that were asleep. Taking a breath, you decide that some laps around the school's courtyard would be in order to break some sweat, and with that, you silently slip out of the room's door.
Beacon's courtyard is vast as how you remember them—a lush green park-slash-garden in the center, planted with plants and flowers of different kinds, with few benches here and there for the students to hang out or relax. Lining around the garden is a bricked pathway which branches of to another directions of the Academy.
The early morning's cold air brings a pleasant chill on your body, and the scent of flowers of the courtyard wafts pleasantly around your nostrils. You take another set of stretches, and after a few moments, you run and let your legs guide you.
Two circles at first, and then branching off to another area of the academy and let your running tours you from there. In a way, it's also a good way to know your way around Beacon. And it's oddly different from the routine you did in Vale. It's not exactly bad, but you're not sure if it's good either.
Still, while you're not one to stop and admire buildings, Beacon is simply majestic. Especially the near-flawless tower. You suppose it's fitting, considering the Academy's name.
Your morning run, however, is cut short when you encounter a curious sight.
Headmaster Ozpin, arms cradling his coffee the same way Neo cradles her tub of ice cream. His gray hair—whether natural or of age—and the tails of his coat billows slightly under the morning wind, eyes gazing wistfully at the flower garden before him. His cane—a familiar weapon—rests comfortably by its hook on the nook of his elbow. He stands tall, yet relaxed.
Watching him, he looks like the very personification of a protector that people normally embody him.
Of course, that image is utterly ruined by the fact that Headmaster Ozpin is wearing a pair of black high heels. The expensive looking one, you might add.
You consider avoiding him, continue your run and return to your room. After all, you're not exactly here through legal means, and even though you're accepted, there's a sense of danger being close with a possible foe that could crush you if he wanted to. But another part of you, the intrigued and morbidly curious, forces you otherwise, and you find yourself walking to him.
"Headmaster Ozpin?" You inquire carefully, eyes affixed on the high heels. It looks vaguely familiar, for some reason.
You receive a tilt of acknowledgement from him. "Mister Skye. I wish you had a good night sleep?" He asks, before taking a sip of his coffee.
Looking up, you give him a nod. "I… have, sir." He's not looking to you, simply admiring the morning scene before him. You gulp. "If I may ask, Headmaster Ozpin?"
"You may, Mister Skye. It would be unfair if you're not allowed to, after all." He chuckles, hums, and then sips at his aromatic drink. "But please call me Professor Ozpin. I'm more comfortable called with that title."
"Will do… Professor." That triggers a small uptilt on his lips. You clear your throat anxiously, giving the high heels a glance to make sure you're not seeing things. "Why the high heels, Professor?"
He hums at that, sounding strangely approving. For the first time, his eyes flicker to you. "This is a curious conundrum I have recently found, Mr. Skye." He begins. "Have you ever seen someone fought with high heels, instead of the conventional flat footwears?"
You open your mouth, before clicking it shut. Neo. The Malachite Sisters. Several other dead people. "I have."
He nods, taking another drag of his coffee. "I as well. And have it occured to you that most of those people are perhaps… a cut above than the usual?"
Neo beating you to submission, or a draw at best. The Malachite Sisters, while not strong or skilled, have had provided a semblance of challenge. Several others, flitting memories of people whom you have killed, had seemed better than their colleagues. You make a curious noise, eyebrows furrowed to make connections.
"I have." Professor Ozpin continues, and you look up to him. "Glynda, you may know her as my Deputy Assistant, has proven to me several times that fighting in these heels is not an impossibility." He pauses to take another sip of his drink. After a while, he finally turns to you, and you find yourself still. Sharp brown eyes pinning you with passion. "And it occurred to me that perhaps years fighting in these heels mayhaps have had improved her in several ways.
"Her exquisite sense of balance, her electrifying grace, awe-inspiring elegance, her impressive endurance, her agility, and dexterity—" He pauses, taking a deep breath. Despite his tone staying calm, you can see the burning fervent in his eyes, and you find yourself surprised not to drown in it.
You want to refute his claim. Too stupid. Too outlandish. But you can't. In some horrible realization, you are forced to admit that he's right. Every person you've fought with high heels are always better, in one way or another. The Malachites. Neo.
"And I have to admit," he starts once more, voice calmer as he turns away. You feel yourself relaxing, at that. "That I am not a man without curiosity, and nor am I a man easily scared by such a possibility, thus I have put it for myself to see if I could master these high heels in the way that Glynda has." He pauses once more, as if considering something as he looks at his heels. "Admittedly, while these high heels prove to be... cumbersome, they are quite beautiful, no?
You're struck speechless. Part because of his… passionate speech, and part because of the possibility that he may be right. Perhaps…
"And perhaps, if this proves to be... successful, you may expect a new obligated curriculum of the next semester."
"That sounds…" you finally find your voice. "Great." You finish unsurely.
"Hoh?" His eyes flicker back to you. Interest in his eyes. "Perhaps you would like to be one of my partner in this experiment? Don't say anything when Glynda searches for her heels, I must warn you."
You gulp.
[] You nod
[] You shake your head Pussy
()_()_()
You return to your dorm room feeling more drained that you first expected. The encounter with Professor Ozpin is simply too much, for your own health. By the look your Team Leader is giving you as you enter the room, it must be more visible than you had first thought.
"Hey, uh," she pauses awkwardly. "Are you alright?"
You nod your head, noting that she's still in her pajamas. You notice that Penny is already here, staring at you in concern, and Eli has woken up, doing stretches beside her own bed. She looks curious, than nothing else.
You nod your head. "I'm fine," you answer honestly. Physically speaking, that is.
"You do not look fine, Cyan." Penny chimes in.
You shrug. Feeling somewhat comfortable by the show of… well, concern.
"He's fine," Eli aids you helpfully. If a bit gruffly.
You give her a thankful nod. She gives you a smile in return.
Ruby frowns. "You don't look like fine." She points out. At this, she glances at your partner, "But if you say so…"
You shrug, giving your team leader a thankful nod. She beams at that, and you have to wonder how old she is. She seems a bit too young to be here, if you have to be honest. Something to ask her later, you suppose.
"It's twenty minutes before our class." Penny says helpfully. "It should be… Grimm Studies, according to the schedule, by Professor Port."
The four of you go to get ready.
()_()_()
If there's one word you could use to describe Professor Port's Grimm Study class, it's: sickening. And not the good kind of sickening. The mentally taxing kind of sickening—the boring kind. While you admit that the man does provide facts and tidbits you didn't know before, it is simply counteracted by how much the man loves talking about himself. Stories that might have been overly exaggerated, or just fake.
You nod off from the perch of your hand, nearly slamming your face onto the hard flat table, before you wake up once more, blinking. By the fact that your team leader is too busy doodling, and Eli is outright sleeping, it seems that you're not the only who isn't taking this seriously.
Well, except Penny. She's still awake, and perfectly attentive towards the Professor's 'lesson', studiously writing notes on her paper. You can admire that, you admit, for her endurance if nothing else.
Feeling more bored than that time Neo turned you into a mannequin, your eyes wander around the class. There's that Yang girl too busy sleeping, alongside with her friend Nora. The only ones awake are Blake and Ren, and you could see them nodding off now and again.
Sitting at the table in front of them, there's Team Apple. Surprisingly enough, they are actually awake. Not much you could see from here, but it seems that the blonde guy looks fidgety and overall nervous. Umbra, Pyrrha, and the Schnee heiress seem rather attentive—though the last one seems rather furious in her note-taking.
There's also Team Cardinal. You don't really pay them much attention, really. Future Hunters or no, they all entirely scream 'mooky', and they're all asleep, anyhow.
You blink, turning back to the Professor of the class. You miss what he was saying, but you think he's asking if you're something about being a good Hunter? So something good at killing monsters, right? You think you're pretty good at killing monsters, Eyes aside...
[] Raise your hand
[] Eh… don't raise your hand Pussy!
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