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The Vale Region / Re: Within Nature ~ Training [Nathan] (CLOSED)
« on: March 22, 2018, 05:36:31 PM »
(OOC: Wow, did not quite realize I'd left this idle for over a month. My sincerest apologies. I'll try not to neglect these threads again.)

Helena's light into the cave would reveal a single resident -- a fox, its rear half pinned by a cascade of earth and stone. No... not just a cascade -- it looked like several rocks had been pushed into place after it had become trapped, as if to ensure it couldn't leave. The poor creature stirred, blinking under the Scroll's light, and let out a pitiable whine, clearly exhausted from trying to free itself. There was a nasty gash on its forehead as well, the blood matting its fur in a mess of caked-on dirt and tiny twigs.

Something was wrong about this. The immobilized fox, the collar hanging in plain sight from a tree...

Caw! Caw! Caw!

They seemed to appear almost from nowhere, swooping down in threes and fours to take up positions on branches encircling the area: Nevermores, a dozen strong and all juveniles no bigger than common crows. Beady, faintly glowing red eyes glared at Helena from behind their tiny bone-masks. Their shrill avian cries filled the air, though none moved to attack -- yet. Then a loud, aggressive flapping could be heard, a larger Nevermore roughly the size of a person erupting abruptly through a thick canopy of red leaves to take up a position of prominence on a high branch. The leader-apparent of the flock let out a long, loud shriek, and a moment later two Boarbatusk came charging into the clearing as fast as their hooves could take them, making a beeline straight for Helena.

The Grimm -- likely the dominant Nevermore -- were somehow cunning enough to set up a trap. The fox and its collar were bait... and now Helena was in the middle of it!

Adolescent Nevermore: ██████
Boarbatusk I: ████
Boarbatusk II: ████
Juvenile Nevermores: [12]

Sorry to hear it's been so rough on your end, Vis. If I can be of any help just lemme know, ok?

Everywhere Else / Re: Hunt for the Howling Storm {CLOSED}
« on: March 18, 2018, 01:59:46 PM »
(OOC: So, to keep everyone in the loop...

Gus, unfortunately, has told me that he won't be available to keep posting in Howling Storm. To keep things going -- and give everyone the shot at victory you've earned -- I'll be taking things over for him. If the transition causes any in-character friction or uncertainty just let me know and I'll do my best to clear it up or adjust my post.)

Infrared's offer hung in the air for what seemed a long moment, as though Kol were considering it. However, something entirely different was, in fact, happening -- a conversation that none of the adventurers were privy to. Similarly, and for exactly the same reason, Cade left silence to be his answer to Solar's agitated questions. To their ears only a message had been relayed. They were needed elsewhere, urgently.

The shadow of another Bullhead darkened the daylit entryway into the cave, it's doors swinging wide open as it swept in to take position opposite Cade and Kol's craft. From those doors descended half a dozen masked and rifle-armed Fang troopers, led by a lieutenant in a long white trenchcoat. They hit the deck and immediately took up positions, weapons aimed at Solar and Infrared while the squad leader addressed his superiors. "We can take things from here, sir. Squads two and three are inbound."

With clear reluctance the two departed, their Bullhead swooping in low so that they could easily board before turning and angling out of the cavern. Another tense moment settled in as the Fang Lieutenant drew his sword and pointed it at Solar. "You have no chance! Our superiors may have seen fit to play with you, but if you oppose us I will show you no mercy. Surrender the crown and leave with your lives, or continue to resist and suffer the consequences!"

Disappearing into the dark, Quisling too had heard the transmission -- though, this far from the entrance, it was garbled and distorted by the mountain. Still, he was able to make out enough: Kol Augur and Cade had been recalled, though for what he couldn't fathom. Didn't the Fang understand how important this artifact was?! He'd made its power and usefulness abundantly clear over his months of posing as a historian, and yet now, with one of the most potent Dust weapons ever conceived nearly in reach, they were gambling the mission on their reserves?! The rat faunus scowled in distaste; those squads hadn't been intended as anything more than an insurance policy in case things went wrong or, if things went right, extra hands to help gather and haul away anything of worth. Lieutenant Fallon was an arrogant glory-hound who, out from under the restraining hand of his betters, would surely make a botch-job of this entire operation. How had it come down to this?!

Clutching his drone, the infiltrator programmed in a few pre-rendered maneuvers that would help him buy time before releasing it into the air. He just had to incapacitate these fools, then even Fallon couldn't screw this up.

They would have the Crown... and with it, the White Fang's enemies would tremble!

ENFORCER ~ Lt.Fallon :: ██████████████████ [100%]

Enemy Reinforcements in Two Turns!

Introductions, birthdays, and departures. / Re: Hi, Iím Inexhaustive
« on: March 16, 2018, 05:35:33 AM »
Oooh my, talented! Welcome to RWBY RPG, the show forum where everything's also a gun until scientifically proven otherwise. I'm your host local crusty old RP veteran Riven, purveyor of action banners and quality weaponized baked goods. I really like your choice of username and avatar btw -- are you cool with the nickname 'Inex'? In any case, welcome to our little slice of the Interwebs!  ;D

Given your mention of organizing and data, you might take an interest in Vision's ongoing efforts to compile our character roster into graphs and spreadsheets.

And despite King's comments, I assure you my muffins are totally safe -- and highly versatile! This most recent batch is even self-driving (may or may not include people as an ingredient, fair warning).

Spoiler: show

Looks like you're off to a running start already, but if you have any questions or need a little help with anything just let me, the staff, or basically anyone know! We're generally a helpful bunch around here.

The Vale Region / Re: Casino Royale (CLOSED)
« on: March 14, 2018, 05:10:20 PM »
Rory was still processing Royale's instructions -- and having strong disagreements about letting the man who'd lied to get the students here be alone in a room with someone like Whitaker -- when Mythos' amplified threat reached his ears. He glanced over his shoulder just long enough to see a gory hole punched through the face of his erstwhile assailant. Something in the pit of the shieldmeister's stomach soured at the sight, and not merely from nausea. Killing people, and threatening to kill more if they didn't cooperate? How had it come to this?! It was a question he already had an answer to... and it sat ill with him.

Lies. From Whitaker, from Royale -- this entire chaotic, bloody scene was the end result of secrets and lies, of ambition, greed, and moral compromise regardless of the reasons why. For just a second he clenched his eyes shut, trying to block it all out, to center himself... but the feeling was t̲͕̱̥̠̬o͏͔̩̠o̱̤ ̶͉f̸͈͖a̗͙m̸͕̱̟̩̞͓͚i̬̬͓̻l̞̰͈̬̺̥͞i̴͙͚̣a̯͓͎͈͙̬r̼̥ ̹̘̣̜t̰͚̠̲͓͜o̵̰͎͔̺ ͇̯͙̦̜̕i̡̤̫͙̦̜͔̣g̢̞̪͕̳n̺͚o͈̜̺̙̱͡r̖͇͇͜ͅe͙̘͍͎̠͈...

The moment passed, and Rory's eyes shot open and turned forwards. There was someone in front of him: another thug, fists up... and terrified. He could see it in the man's face, no real will to fight and arguing with himself over whether standing his ground or running away was the safer option. Well, no time to delay -- this would have to be quick. With mere steps between them now the shield fighter tensed, braced himself, gathered his strength...

... and leapt high, right over the uncertain goon's head. It was, as his teachers had so often said, just as important to know when to fight as how to fight, and a battle that gained nothing was wasteful. If he didn't present himself as a threat to the thug then the enemy more than likely would stand down, especially when he had nothing more than fists (and Mythos was loudly waving around a rifle that had already publicly taken a life). There were bigger concerns to deal with anyway.

"And if Whitaker has another surprise waiting for us, for you?" Clearly there was some discontent with the idea of having the students stay behind to "lock down" the room. " 'Act as any bodyguard would' -- those were your words to me earlier. If you're going in, so am I." It sounded like sudden loyalty or foolhardy courage, but Rory had entirely different reasons for not letting Royale out of his sight...

Everywhere Else / Re: The Things We Do For Love [VCVS]
« on: March 13, 2018, 08:21:18 PM »

Spoiler: show

On the other side of the door, darkness awaited. Aside from a small number of thin, stark beams of daylight streaming down through holes in the roof there was no illumination to be seen -- it was like stepping into midnight with only broken moon fragments to light your way. The air was stale damp, smelling strongly of old wood rot and languishing iron rust... but also a faint hint of something akin to ozone, strangely enough. It was familiar, but Rory couldn't quite place it. Silence filled the air, punctuated only by a steady drip . . . drip . . . drip . . . that might have come from water pooled on the roof -- at least until Juno and Rory took their first steps inside, discovering that the floor had a very shallow layer of water sitting on it. Oh yes, this kind of setup had the Fang's signature written all over it: take advantage of their superior dark vision and hearing to disadvantage the humans from the get-go, a classic Faunus strategy.

Rory was just about to switch his goggles over to infrared, aiming to even the playing field some, when the first floodlight snapped on and practically drowned the two students in sudden, sharp brilliance. Three more followed, all aimed at various spots on the liquid-covered floor in such a way that there was near-total coverage. It was nearly impossible to see anything past the bank of floodlights, positioned as they were atop a metal walkway about sixty feet up that ran across the wall opposite the entrance, though if you squinted and covered your eyes you might catch a glimpse of half a dozen rifle barrels peeking over the railing edge.

"Juno Vert..." It was the woman's voice from before, the one that had taunted Juno on the earlier call. A sound of metal clanging could be heard, then a splash before an imposing figure walked into the edge of the light. The woman was built like a tower, six and a half feet of chiseled muscle clad in a sleeveless white tank top and close-fitting dark gray jeans -- what's more, both her arms from the elbow down had been replaced with brutal-looking mechanical prosthetics. It wasn't Atlesian workmanship, to be certain, but her arms weren't junk either; someone in the private sector, possibly even the black market, had clearly been paid a fair lien to adapt a set of durable, practical, and combat-worthy industrial android arms for her use. Her smoke-gray eyes narrowed cat-like as they further adjusted to the light, a faunus trait to be certain, and beyond a brief glance at Rory they stayed locked on Juno with a glare that was both hateful and expectant. "I believe you have something for us, yes? Hand it over."


Spoiler: show

Sam's keen senses and Semblance were picking up a good bit from her surroundings as she discreetly followed Juno & Rory into the industrial area. While White Fang operatives might be trained well enough to avoid detection by human sight and hearing they were comparatively easier to spot by their kin, and Sam was taking things a step beyond even that. She was picking up a scattering of life signs (breathing, pulse, slight shifting of restless bodies) from a handful of rooftops -- and ended up close enough to cleanly make out Verdant's approach and take-down of one particular sniper. If she and he coordinated, it might just be possible to take out the Fang troops positioned outside the warehouse. Doing it undetected... that might be harder.

What she wasn't finding so far were any signs of an airship, strangely. It was likely the Fang had one somewhere nearby, or at least a Bullhead for local short-hops, but there didn't seem to be any indications. A few of the larger buildings possibly had landing pads on the roof, but there was no sound of idling engines or cargo being moved about to suggest a presence. Still, there had to be something -- the Fang had, after all, basically moved Caja halfway across the world. Something was clearly missing...


Spoiler: show

The sniper that Verdant had taken out had more than just a weapon and radio, it turned out -- the reason he'd been able to make such a successful approach was due in part to a half-finished candy bar that the Fang member had been in process of eating at the time, one of a dozen residing in a small supply backpack laid out alongside where the sniper had been set up. He had likely been so preoccupied with tracking Juno through his weapon's scope that he hadn't noticed how his own chewing left him exposed, something Verdant had inadvertently taken full advantage of. A quick inspection of the bag would turn up a spare ammo clip, a backup pistol, and a flare gun in addition to the aforementioned Pumpkin Pete's ChocoCrunch cache.

The radio, however...

"B-3, what was all that racket? This is supposed to be a stealth op! What's going on over there?!"

... was a bit more pressing of a concern.

Everywhere Else / Re: Bone of the First [SSMR]
« on: March 05, 2018, 03:54:23 PM »
'Oh crap -- not good!' Sean thought, seeing their target outmaneuver them and his teammates end up in an uncontrolled slide due to his miscalculation. Solar was headed over the edge at full speed and taking Suna with her, and the pale-skinned smuggler only had a second to figure out what he was gonna do -- otherwise all three were going to end up in a pile while their target put distance between them.

How did today end up so crazy again?

There was no avoiding the ice patch without losing time, and clearly the opposition had the advantage over them when it came to dexterity. He tried to angle himself so that he'd be parallel to Solar and Suna, then flung himself onto his back to hit the ice and slide feet first. If he was lucky he could hit the other rooftop, roll, and run... but he had a terrible suspicion trouble was waiting for them on the other side. If he was in the mysterious cloaked troublemaker's shoes, it was hard to imagine a better opportunity to turn an escape into an ambush than this. Sean gripped Tempestas Telum firmly as the ledge approached; no more warning shots, this time he'd put that bastard on ice the first chance he got.

Introductions, birthdays, and departures. / Re: Hi there
« on: February 28, 2018, 04:55:10 PM »
Welcome, Joe! I'm Riven, one of the grumpy ol' time RPers 'round these parts. Always nice to see a newcomer take an interest in our little community.  ;D

It sounds like even though forum RP is something you're new to you're no stranger to RP in general. What kind of RPing are you familiar with? Chances are good that at least some of what you already know will translate well here, and as for the rest you'll find that myself and most other members are more than willing to help out where we can. We tend to be very newcomer friendly. I recommend the Getting Started thread for a... well, start, and the FAQs for a second stop. Don't forget to hit up our Discord if you haven't already, as it tends to be the quickest and easiest way to get in touch with people.

Now then, I have a bit of a tradition to fulfill: welcome muffins! Click below for yours, delivered hot and fresh.

Spoiler: show

"It's also a gun!" Anime schoolgirl not included.

Welcome to RWBY RPG!

Everywhere Else / Re: Hunt for the Howling Storm {CLOSED}
« on: February 22, 2018, 09:20:56 AM »
A sudden sputtering cough at Rust's side followed his threats against Quisling; Cordell stirred, fitfully at first but with growing resolve. She even went so far as to bang her own unsteady fist against her chest in an effort to force clean air into her lungs. She didn't bother to look up at Rust as she spoke. "Ye *cough, wheeze* can put me down now, mate."

"My word." The traitor seemed genuinely surprised. "You shouldn't even be conscious right now, let alone able to move."

"I've had worse." It was partially a lie; Cordell wasn't exactly broadcasting it, but her body felt like it weighed a ton -- what's more, her right side was completely numb from hand to foot. She reached for her belt and drew one of her pistols, leveling it unsteadily with her left hand at the scowling rat Faunus before looking up at Rust. "Somethin' ain't right back there -- could feel it through me Semblance. I know ye wanna gut this bastard, believe me, but th' team's in trouble... an' right now you'd be a hellova lot more help than I would." She paused, struggling to her feet and breathing heavily from the effort. "But I ain't got th' right t' give ye orders, do I Rust? Consider yerself hired, then. Half me treasure share plus a thousand lien, cash," She glanced over at him. "T' save our team from th' Fang. Do we have an accord?"

"You talk too much, pirate." The haze around Quisling suddenly intensified, obscuring his form in a cloud of ill-hued green. He leapt back, putting the toxic fumes between them, and in the next moment a throwing knife came flying at Cordell out of the dark. She dodged to one side, narrowly avoiding a direct hit and causing the blade to scrape against her Aura-protected shoulder.

It was now up to Rust which battle he was going to fight...

Cordell visibly perked up at Jackson's declaration, letting the hint of a grin play across her face. "Aye, I've not a doubt of that. Ye'v got some seriously nice armaments fer a cargo hauler -- hate t' be th' Grimm what falls into yer crosshairs, that's for certain!" She gave a short chuckle. Seriously, though, this ship did seem very well armed from what she could tell, the engineering side of her very much wanting to get a closer look at every gun and cannon for sake of appeasing her curiosity. Whoever was funding Jackson's command was clearly rather well off.

"Still, ye saw th' speed o' both ships -- it's one'a th' Red Corsair's main strengths, an' saved me in more than just one pinch." She was still hesitant to reveal too much about her own vessel, but given how far from land they still were it might improve their odds of survival to give Jackson some usable info. "Chances are good they've got th' same stealth systems as me, too. Rapid hit-an'-run, that's what we can expect if they've th' stones t' come back..." She suddenly looked at him with exceptional seriousness. "I need yer word, captain t' captain, that we can trust each other. If so . . . I'll give ye th' stealth data on me ship. Once ye know what t' look for it'll take away their advantage o' surprise an' improve yer weapons' tracking on 'em." She offered her hand. "Just promise ye won't use it against me, savvy?"

The Vale Region / Re: Casino Royale (CLOSED)
« on: February 17, 2018, 10:24:15 AM »
(OOC: Steal away, Walter -- nice selection, btw!)

Fighting effectively with a weapon, any sort of weapon, is never as simple as the pros make it look. You don't just slash with a sword -- everything that goes into the move, from posture and angle to how tight or loose you grip the handle, has an influence. Even guns are more than just "aim and pull trigger"; one must adjust for any movement in the target, the direction and intensity of the wind, and be prepared to properly manage recoil and even reloading, sometimes on the go.

Fighting with a shield is no exception. It's naive to think you can just cower behind a small wall of metal while your enemy tires themselves out -- you need to know what you're doing, or you'll be in for a world of problems.

When Rory saw the bruiser in the trenchcoat suddenly manifest an Aura, it was clear that this particular angle of the tussle had just escalated, badly. Not only could this guy take a beating and keep going, he wasn't the simple brute he'd at first seemed to be. Barreling down on him once again, Rory knew that everything he'd deflected from this guy before was about to be heavily amplified, and that had to be dealt with. He watched the blow come at him and knew that dodging wasn't going to work; the opponent's reach meant that if the double-handed blow didn't catch him on the initial swing a back-swing was always possible. What's more, they couldn't afford to get bogged down here as time was still very much against them. All this and more ran through Rory's mind in the sparse seconds he had to work with, though his body was already moving due to practice and pattern recognition. The enemy was striking at an angle, swinging not to impact but to knock away; everyone thinks that if you can knock away a shield fighter's shield you can render them powerless, after all. That was why Rory's were literally bound around his arms... and why he was stepping in towards a fierce blow instead of trying to duck away.

Stepping in and angling his shield towards the man's strike ensured a solid, clean impact; stepping into a short, high, unweighted stance ensured that the majority of the impact would be turned into momentum, knocking Rory off his feet but in a controlled way that would put distance between him and the big man. Still, the moment the fists struck felt a lot like being hit by a truck at top speed -- the shieldmeister had to fight down his own first impulse to tense up, instead letting his body "rag doll" through that first split second before curling and rolling as best he could. Table legs and chairs shattered under the impact, and at least one poorly-placed patron cried out and ended up in a tumble of their own, but the worst of the impact was mitigated by the time Rory slammed into the wall. Fighting down dizziness, he leapt to his feet and willed his legs to run after Marvin Royale. "Keep moving forward!" was his way of telling his teammates he was (mostly) okay. If he was lucky, the heavy-handed brute would have trouble keeping up.

Battle Stats:
▫ Passive Effect: Aura Specialist
(defensive Aura focus reduces incoming damage by 1.5%)
Strong hit received, 13.5% Aura damage
▫ Aura Status: ▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇ (82%)

Plot Zone / Re: It's not easy being evil... (group planning/setup)
« on: February 17, 2018, 09:51:45 AM »

Yup, that was the title inspiration! ;D

Ok, it looks like we have enough interest to get things started. I'll set up a Discord chat for discussing ideas & stylistics and PM the link to everyone who's posted thusfar.

The Vale Region / Re: Within Nature ~ Training [Rush] (CLOSED)
« on: February 17, 2018, 08:19:28 AM »
The old Faunus chuckled. "You're very competitive -- a good trait in a Huntsman. But no, this is not a contest." Stepping up onto the log, Budonoki assumed a relaxed stance, holding his staff at just above mid-way. "I know that you could use your Semblance fairly easily to avoid being knocked off. Instead, your challenge is to try to knock me off. Now... whenever you're ready."

(OOC: Enjoy a little musical inspiration for your next post.)

The Vale Region / Re: Within Nature ~ Training [Monster] (CLOSED)
« on: February 17, 2018, 07:53:46 AM »
Budonoki nodded thoughtfully as he listened to Jocelyn's words, hearing the weight of emotion she put into them. "Care and joy. Guilt and regret. A sense of obligation. Miss Antiqua, these are all very powerful emotions -- I know them well, and they have brought me both remarkable strength and great sorrow over my years. For better or worse, thought, they are a vital part of who you are... and you will need to channel these aspects of yourself for what we are to attempt. Capture those emotions in your mind's eye. Bind them together in your memory. Harnessing the reflection of your Semblance within you is one sure way to master it."

"Now then,"
He closed his eyes and breathed in deeply, almost seeming as if he were meditating. "If my suspicions are correct, miss Antiqua, your Semblance can do far, far more than you think it can -- with the proper catalyst empowering it. You still have the Dust crystals I gave you, correct? I would like you to try something for me, please. Choose one, whichever you feel most comfortable using, and begin channeling your Aura into it as though you were using your Semblance. Remember to imbue your Semblance's emotions into the act as well, as this should strengthen your ability to control the result. And then..."

"...Turn the crystal's power on me."
He paused, then added. "Do not worry about what may happen -- I have faith in you."

The Vale Region / Re: Within Nature ~ Training [Nathan] (CLOSED)
« on: February 17, 2018, 07:35:04 AM »
The gullies proved to be the perfect tracking ground. Here, in the shallow trenches of earth, the soil retained just a little bit more moisture and the amber leaves were mostly stuck together in wet clumps and piles. As Helena approached she would catch a glimpse of a fox's tail as the creature who'd led her here bounded away into the forest.

The tracks, once she was able to examine them up close, were clearly too big and heavy to be local foraging pigs -- these were Boarbatusk tracks, without a doubt, and relatively fresh at that. They followed the curve of the gully east and seemed to establish a well-trodden path, suggesting that one or more of the boar-like Grimm used this route regularly. One thing she might also notice, though perhaps not at first, was how quiet the forest was suddenly, with any noise of birds seeming incredibly distant...

The tracks would lead her to a small cave, too low and flat to the ground for a person to ever enter except by crawling. In the gloom of the underground something stirred, though what wouldn't quite be clear at a distance. Hanging from a low tree branch nearby was what looked like a gray pet collar studded with several round protrusions -- this had to be the missing fox's collar!

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