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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 »

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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."


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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.

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"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!

Everywhere Else / Re: Bone of the First [SSMR]
« on: February 17, 2018, 07:11:15 AM »
An isolated village cut off from the world at large by ridiculously strong Grimm? As Sean drove, thinking about where Solar came from suddenly helped a great many things to make sense. "Well then, when this is over we'd best get you up to speed on the outside world." Thinking back to the incident with the lollipop, he had to wonder what other modern marvels she was unfamiliar with. Ice cream? Pizza? Videogames? Oh, introducing Solar to modernity was gonna be fun...

And abruptly, the chase was on!

With Solar and her attacker already bounding across the rooftops, it looked like Sean was going to fall behind -- especially as he rushed to trade out the ammo drum he had loaded for one marked with an ice crystal. However, the young grenadier had a few tricks up his sleeve; stripping off his gloves and shoving them into his pockets, he slapped his hands onto the undersides of his boots, leaving a faintly glowing imprint on each one. Flashing a quick smile and mock salute Suna's way, he crouched, braced... and then snapped his fingers and leapt upwards like a goddamn rocket. The extra push from his Semblance was enough to gain some good height, reaching the halfway to the rooftops in one go and carrying the momentum into a quick series of wall kicks before scrambling up alongside Solar to give chase.

"Hey, you!" Taking aim, Sean fired an ice grenade that overshot the target by about six feet, just enough for the flash freeze zone to be right in front of them when it went off. With any luck that would force the escapee to halt or at least pause, but Sean was ready to make his next shot not a warning if the target continued to run. "We'd like a word!"

Plot Zone / It's not easy being evil... (group planning/setup)
« on: February 15, 2018, 09:37:36 AM »

Are you tired of the "goods" and the "grays" getting the spotlight?
Are you ready to turn scheming and plotting into sinister activity?
Do you long to be more, to do more, to unleash the evil in your soul?


This thread is for all the aspiring Roman Torchwicks, Neos, Emeralds, Mercurys, and yes, even Cinders -- if you have an evil character (or are interested in making one), you are officially welcomed to be part of the creation of this underworld organization. This is not technically a Worldbuild (at least not yet, as this is still very much in the concept phase -- are Worldbuilds even reopened?), more like a brainstorming and interest-gauging thread. The overall concept is simple: give true villain characters (who aren't associated with the White Fang, that is) something to do in-RP beyond serve as a boss / midboss in the occasional battle or act as a plot device for the "good guys". In essence, we'd be offering both social and mission threads for baddies, all within the in-story context of a criminal confederation taking on jobs and pursuing their own agendas.

Instead of simply launching a fully formed group concept myself, I figured it'd be best to reach out to those interested for feedback and ideas regarding everything from name and themes to roles, ranks, rewards, etc. I have a general concept -- using my character Maria Sanguine as a kind of "help wanted agency" to offer up evil missions to members of our consortium -- but I feel like effective evil organizing also means giving all the plotters, schemers, ner-do-wells, and aspiring evil overlords involved a voice in the process.

So, if you have a nefarious character (or intend to make one), a suggestion, or even just an evil laugh that you really, really wanna belt out, feel free to post here! All insidious contributions are welcome!

Everywhere Else / Re: Bone of the First [SSMR]
« on: February 14, 2018, 12:12:09 PM »
Well, at least Suna picked up... though, by the sound of it, effective communication was going to be something they all needed to work on (not that he was in any position to judge, honestly). While Solar poked and queried Sean checked the location ping, trying to match it up to memory. Yeah, that was an area he tended to avoid -- the word to be heard was that bad things happened in that neighborhood, though specifics varied wildly from one story to another. 'Figures... nothing's ever easy.'

Fortunately, most of what Solar was fiddling with wouldn't do anything while the buggy idled in park... right up until she found her way to the Dust switches. Sean wasn't quite fast enough to intercept as she moved her hand there -- in the space between her flipping the switch and him flipping it back a plume of activated ice Dust coughed out of the rear exhaust and covered several feet of alleyway behind them in a slick sheen of frost.

"That would be the Dust injection I mentioned." He sighed, wondering how someone who didn't even know what a Scroll was would be able to manage a team. Still, he'd take Solar's ignorance over the drill sergeant type leader he'd been expecting. "We definitely gotta work on your knowledge base, boss. Here's the short version:" He pointed to his Scroll. "This does lots of different things, but the big one is it lets people talk to each other over long distances. I'm guessing Shade has one for you -- if not, we can get you a basic one fairly cheaply. They also," He held up the screen for her to see, displaying the map ping Suna had sent. "Work as a map -- Suna and I just talked, and it sounds like he's following a lead at this place. We should probably see what he's found, eh?"

"And as for these,"
He gestured to the buttons and switches on Gust Raider, resetting a few as he did. "I promise I'll go over every single one when we get around to having you drive, ok?" He was suddenly very grateful he put a pressure sensor into the driver's seat, as Solar changing the vehicle into catapult mode while they were both inside it would be... distinctly not good.

Slowly backing out of the alley -- to the sound of crunching ice beneath tires -- Sean just had to ask the inevitable question. "Where are you from, by the way? A long, loooong ways outside the kingdoms, I'm guessing?"

Even making good time, Sean and Solar wouldn't arrive until several minutes after Suna's entry into the booby trapped house. Dismounting the vehicle (and pulling out the key for good measure), Sean readied his grenade launcher as he surveyed the run down, dilapidated area. "I've heard bad things about this part of the city... we'd better be careful."

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