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Once Again, It's Another Ruhwuhby Adventure (RWBY AU)

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[X] To the smiling ginger girl, she looks simple enough to talk to. If a bit creepy.

A Blake is fine too.
 
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[X] To the smiling ginger girl, she looks simple enough to talk to. If a bit creepy.
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[X] To the, ah, intimidating wolf-faunus. She looks… interesting.
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[x] To the straight-faced boy. Dude needs a saving.
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Seems like Penny won. Sad Elizabeth Scarlett ain't winning.
 
JoshieWoshie said:


So I found this on deviant art. Fitting for Carnwennan?
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Too large. Carnwernnan looks more like a Stiletto knife. Like this:

Only less antique, sharper, somewhat larger, and the guard a bit wider. When changing into Revolver mode, the blade would separate into to by the middle, and shift away to reveal a hole by the hilt. When unused, the blade would fold and retract back into the hilt, leaving only just the handle.

Note: The upper guard would act as the hammer, while the lower would act as the trigger.
 
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Chapter 2: Salutations!
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    • In the end, your eyes return to the creepy looking girl. Something about her just looks… off—artificial, one might say. It's curious, and it's with a bit of that curiosity that you find yourself walking towards the girl. Besides, barring the chance of meeting a Neo-lite, you can't see a lot of bad outcomes coming from this.

    Your hand twitches a bit towards your knife when she turns to look at you, but you clamp the urge down. "Hey," you wave lazily. "What's your name?"

    Her eyes widen, a tiny gasp, and a larger grin. She snaps her right hand up, "Salutations!" She shouts aloud. "I am Penny Polendina. You may call me Penny!"

    You cringe at the volume, and push down the call of slaughter at the ensuing silence over the aircraft. Looking over your shoulders, you note several people are looking at the two of you with variant degrees of interest. A flare of Aura, the activation of Death Perception, and you glare at them.

    Most of them looks away immediately, and sound returns to the aircraft. Frankly, you don't really care about the few others, they could watch for all they want. You feel a slight itch in your head as you turn off Death Perception and turn to the oblivious and innocently smiling girl.

    Dust. She's like a Neo. Granted, an oblivious and innocent looking Neo that could speak, which makes wanting to snap at her all the more harder.

    You heave out a sigh, rubbing the ridge of your nose. "Please don't do that again,"

    The girl stares at you for a moment, uncomprehending, before mechanically tilting her head to the side. "Don't do what again?"

    You ignore the uncanniness of the whole ordeal. "The loud shouting you did with the 'Salutations'. It would be nice if you adjust the volume."

    Her lips form a large 'O' as realization dawns. "Oh, I see." She whispers, just barely above your hearing. "I shall keep my volume low when I'm around you, Mister…" she trails off meaningfully.

    Taking a deep breath, you settle your hands on your waist. Closer to your knife. "That's better, but raise your volume a bit more to fit mine," it's like you're instructing a robot. "And my name's Ciane Skye. Just call me Cyan."

    She hums for a moment, before nodding perkily. "How is this, Cyan?" She tries. Well, aside from the odd tonality, the volume is right, at least.

    You nod. "Good enough."

    She beams at you, giving a grin common in kids. It's somewhat endearing, in that disturbing way. "Sensational!" She cheers, grinning to rival the sun itself. After a moment, she tilts her head, "Does this make us friends, Cyan?"

    You chuckle, offering a smile. "Friends? Isn't that a bit early, Penny?"

    She blinks, looking sad for a moment, and then nods. "You are correct, Cyan. It seems that it is imperative to know each other before we could call each other friends."

    Again with the… whole creepy, off thing. You would be using your eyes right now just to check things up if not for the advices Roman gave you in the passing. Don't use your eyes when talking to people, kid, unless you want them dead.

    Still, friends?     You're not adverse to the concept. Having allies are good for your prolonged lifetime, either as helpful hands or meatbags. The latter more often than the former. But allies and friends are two different things, and you're pretty sure you need more than 'get to know each other' to be one.

    Then again, everything needs to start from somewhere, and you could start from here. Sure, the girl doesn't look strong, but neither does Neo, and she could still beat you black and blue. If the girl proved to be weak, then she wouldn't survive, but if she is strong… well, having three friends are always better than two.

    Although, you're still unsure whether the feelings are mutual with Roman and Neo.

    "Sure, why not?" You offer, leaning against the wall beside her. "Since you offered, why don't you go first?"

    She hums, tilts her head in thought, before perking up. "I agree, Cyan. I am an Atlesian. There, I lived in care with my father, his friend, and his friend's friends. Recently, my father's friend suggested to my father that I should be transferred into Beacon to further my education! Also, my father said it would be a good place to make friends." She looks up at you, and you could see the gleeful light in her eyes. "And it is! Proof: You!" She nods again, crossing her arms. Even the movement seems stiff on her. "Now it's your turn, Cyan!"

    You chew your inner cheek, pondering on what to tell. Telling the truth is out. You could lie, but you're not good at it, and it's not a great foundation of trust. You nod to yourself, a slightest movement on your head. Half-truth it is, then.

    "Well, you already know my name. I'm from Vale, obviously." You tap your chin, more from habit than anything else. "I don't know anything about my father or mother, but a nice guy took me in. Taught me things, and gave me jobs. There's also a sister, but let's not talk about her. I decided to go to Beacon cause I thought there's nothing I could learn out there,"

    Dropping her arms back to her sides, the perky girl nods excitably. "I see. So you are here to seek knowledge and experience! It is truly a noble reason to have, indeed, Cyan."

    You resist the urge to snort.

    She nods wistfully, before pushing herself off the wall, and steps until she's in front of you. She gives you a hand. "What do you think, Cyan? Was that enough for us to become friends?"

    You cock a brow. "Supposedly, I don't think that's enough. But…" you take the hand. Something about it makes you frown. Too hard to be a normal girl's hand. Artificial. But it's still warm, and you could feel the beat of her veins. "I suppose we must start off from somewhere, correct?"

    Penny looks at your hand with a look you could only vaguely describe as surprised, but it evaporates quickly as joy inserts itself. "Correct! Today is a fine day, indeed, isn't it, Cyan?" She asks giddily, eagerly shaking your hand. If you're a normal person, she would've probably tore your arm off its socket already.

    You are not normal, fortunately.

    "Yeah, it is," you answer tersely, forcefully stopping the handshake with a little Aura. If you had doubted her being weak, you are not, now.

    Just in time for the airship to finally reach its destination. Beacon's high tower still visible from where you stand and is as magnificent as the rumors have told. Just for the sake of curiosity, you activate Death Perception and marvel at the lines covering the buildings. As any building back in Vale, Beacon is covered with those Lines of Death, and already you could imagine more than one way to demolish Beacon. Yet, you can't help but feel terrified and excited as you see less and less Lines of Death the closer you get to the highest tower.

    It's the lowest amount of Lines of Death you have ever seen on a building. Nearly flawless. Nearly, being the keyword. Far as you are right now, you could still perceive the ten Lines spreading across it. Thick as a thread, and vague as smoke. But they are still there. Harder to cut, but not impossible.

    You feel the slightest itch on your head, and you deactivate your Semblance quickly.

    "Wow."

    You nod alongside Penny, though for a more different reason.

    There's a slight tremor on the ship as it touches ground. The exit opens, allowing people to litter away to the earth. Some taking their time enjoying the air and scene, while others happily skip away into Beacon proper. From the corners of your eyes, you could see the Schnee heiress and her servants(?) carefully move her luggage. If you have to guess, they are probably filled to the brim with Dust.

    "Oh!" Penny suddenly exclaims.

    "Oh?" You return, looking at her with a cocked eyebrow.

    She's looking at her wristwatch, surprised, and then back at you. "I apologize, Cyan, but it seems there is something I need to do. I wish you don't mind."

    "Ah," you smirk a bit. "I'm okay. Do whatever you got to do."

    She beams. "Sensational! I thank you, Cyan. I hope to see you later."

    And with that, she's away.

    Sighing, you grab your luggage, and over to the exit. You could still see some of the people you had noted previously. There's the blonde and brunette—with a tinge of red—pair over the gate. There's still the Schnee heiress and her servants making good time with transporting the luggages, the prowling wolf-faunus giving everyone a predatory grin, and the dark tall young man from before calmly striding inside beacon, the wind blowing his coattail back. And...

    You blink. The blonde boy who looked more than a bit pale. Oh, and you could see shadows over the tree. Curious.

    [] The blonde and brunette pair. They're loud, and… distracting. Why not?
    [] Schnee heiress. Perhaps you should help her? The reward would be worth the risk
    [] Dark tall young man. He has a fancy coat, you will admit.
    [] Wolf-faunus. She looks strong, and is definitely someone right up your alley
    [] The blonde boy. Eh… why the heck not.

    ()_()_()​

    You've made a Good Impression on Penny Polendina (Or was it the opposite? Meh)
     
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    • [X] Dark tall young man. He has a fancy coat, you will admit.

    I'm a sucker for fancy coats.
     
    [X] Dark tall young man. He has a fancy coat, you will admit.

    A man in a fancy coat in a RWBY quest!? Clearly a normal guy looking for no trouble what so ever.

    We need to fix that.
     
    [X] Wolf-faunus. She looks strong, and looks like someone right up your alley
     
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