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Approved Characters / Re: Cole Ashton, ready for review
« on: August 12, 2018, 12:27:36 PM »
Most everything is fine in and of itself but there're a few sticking points.

Occupation: Not an issue at all but I'm just letting you know you're going to have a hard time finding threads in Atlas.

Personality: Needs way more detail, right now he's basically a one-dimensional person. Check some approved characters to get an idea of what it should look like.

Semblance: Needs a range for how far his voice can travel and how loud he can get.

Combat Behavior: Needs more detail like personality but more important needs to show weaknesses.

Everything else seems fine.

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RPG Discussion / Re: Weekly Writing Prompts
« on: August 12, 2018, 12:16:34 PM »
The prompt this week is a one-line prompt, the prompt has to appear somewhere in the response to be counted as a submission.

200+ word count (Just don't write a novel.)

At the start of the story indicate whether it is a Canon or What-If scenario. Canon means it happens within the canon of the site and you need to have it either be from the perspective of your own approved character or an NPC where the focus of the story is on your approved character. An example of this would be if I had a specialist character and wrote a story from the perspective of their CO about how they keep messing up. Additionally, you may have other characters or NPCs in your story but if they're other's characters you must have approval from the user.

What-If means it's basically an alternate universe or timeline, this allows for a stronger focus on writing because you aren't constrained by site rules or RWBY, you can have anyone or anything as the PoV but you still need permission to use others' characters. That said, What-If scenarios, while no being canon on site, can still say something about the character PoV it follows if the character itself is effectively unchanged from canon, it's just that the events never happened on site.

There will be a winner this week, the prompt is open until midnight on Friday, going into Saturday, EST. After that, voting will be open for the entirety of Saturday and the winner will choose the prompt for the next week and their submission will be loved to a winners thread.

The main focus of all this should be on writing itself with character development as a beneficial side effect, we should be striving to write something that we can look back at and think, "Yeah, I'm actually proud of that." This is an excellent chance to improve your own writing as well as give criticism to or get criticism from others.

If you have any questions, do not post here, talk to me on the discord server. Only writing can be posted here, anything else will be deleted.

"In that moment, (I/he/she/it/they/we) knew that (I/he/she/it/they/we) had fucked up."

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RPG Discussion / Re: Weekly Prompt Winners
« on: August 11, 2018, 11:40:50 PM »
Tell me about a time your character broke a promise.

Walter

What-if: A Promise Is A Promise

"As long as I'm standing, you're not getting hurt. That's a promise."



The roaring of grimm, the sound of gunfire and the members of team CASA shouting. Everything around Coconut appears to be a blur, the boy dazed from being struck by an Ursa Major. It's all just a nonsensical mess of color and noise. Then the noise stops as a scream is cut short.

The only thing Coco could see clearly was the falling of blue-green feathers before him. He couldn't tell what had happened. None of them could. Almost mere seconds later, two of them could hear the chilling sound of twisting metal and a crash sending their healer through a tree. The gunfire would halt soon after.

Coconut was still confused. What had happened? How could it end this way? This had to be some cruel joke. A nightmare of sorts. He wanted it to be over already - he could barely lift O.T.N. anymore. This whole thing was just a bad training session or something, he just needed to get some help...




A drop of cold water falling on his nose awakened Coconut.

His eyes fluttered open and the boy looked around in confusion. It took a moment to remember where he was. He had taken refuge under a particularly thick layer of canopy during a rain storm. Despite his better judgement it appeared that he had fallen asleep. The rain had slowed down to a light drizzle. It was time to keep going anyway.

Coconut rose from his position, checking to make sure O.T.N. was still where it should be on his back. He then stepped out from under the tree he had been leaning against, splashing mud over his pants and cloak. That was hardly the worst his clothes had seen.

It would take an hour of walking to get out of the forest. A disused path appeared to be leading to a small collection of cottages. A village. Coconut stopped, checking his coat's pockets; he was running low on food supplies. Risky or not, he needed to make another stop.

As he approached the village he noted the villagers frantically running around, collecting their things and throwing them haphazardly into several carts lined up near the edge of the settlement. They were evacuating.

One of the older men was seemingly overseeing the process. He snapped his head towards the newcomer, a terrified expression on his face. Upon seeing Coconut's gear, a gleam of hope appeared in his eyes.

"A-a huntsman! Thank the heavens! We were just running out of hope!" the man uttered in a raspy voice. "A scout reported a horde of grimm heading this way, and it will be here in an hour at most. None of us are fighters, so..."

"How long do you need?" Coconut asked.

The man blinked and looked back at the villagers. There appeared to be about forty in total. "We will finish packing up soon, but we need more time to get enough distance between us and the horde. Maybe an hour or..."

"I can get you two. Leave some food and supplies, and whatever else you're willing to pay in that house over there," Coconut plainly instructed as he took O.T.N. off of his back and made a couple of practice swings with one arm. He was a bit sore from his troubled rest from earlier, but he'd have to make do.

"...And how will you escape?"

Coconut momentarily stared blankly at the man. He was going to say 'Either I do or I don't', but realized that it was probably not the best move.

"Fair point. If you have a spare horse, just strap the supplies onto it and set it on the far side of the village. Point to me where the horde's coming from, first."



Coconut spent the next twenty minutes setting up his defenses. He hadn't done anything like this in a long time, but he recalled his first mission with CASA. He first utilized his sword as a make-shift shovel, digging out small holes in the dirt, before 'borrowing' some of the fence posts around the village to be used as makeshift spears. It wasn't particularly elegant, but it would buy him time in his retreat never the less.

As he worked, he was approached by a girl - rather, a young woman. The fluffy ears on her head gave away that she was a faunus right away. Although dressed in a somewhat ragged skirt, a dusty beanie upon her head, she was rather cute - caring purple eyes, a slightly angled face making it hard to tell how old she truly was and shoulder-length, blonde hair peeking out from her headwear.

She smiled, giving Coconut a slight curtsy as she approached. Slightly flustered, the boy was unaware of how he should respond, though it didn't seem like she was expecting him to.

"Thank you, hunter. What you're doing is most admirable," she said. The girl was short. Though Coconut was crouching, she was hardly taller than he was - or, maybe, Coco himself had grown quite a bit in the past two years. "Could I know your name?"

Coconut blinked and stood up, towering over her small figure. "Coconut. Coconut Cream."

The girl nodded. "A pleasure, Coconut. I know this may seem odd... But promise you will make it back?" She asked rather sheepishly, looking down. "That... All of us will?"

"As long as I'm standing, you're not getting hurt. That's a promise."

There was a moment of prolongated silence. Finally, the boy spoke up.

"I promise. You can count on me."

The girl nodded again, turning on her heels and skipping towards the carts. Coconut reached a hand out towards her: "Hold on, you didn't tell me your name!"

The girl peeked over her shoulder and gave Coco a cheeki smirk. "I'll tell it  to you the next time we meet!"



The villagers had left little over half an hour ago. Coconut now stood a good ways away from his makeshift defensive line, near the forest he had come from himself. The horde would be upon him any minute now. He was ready, grasping O.T.N. in both hands as he began to feel the ground under his feet tremble. A sensation he had been getting used to - after all, he had become a grimm magnet, plagued by the events of his past. He had become all too familiar with the way Prism had felt - and, for that matter, with Prism's sleep schedule.

The first grimm emerged from the treeline. A row of beowolves and the smaller ursas which had made it to the front of the pack. No more than vermin to Coconut. As the first trio of beowolves pounced at him they were sliced clean in half even with just O.T.N.'s long sword form at play. The following two ursa were skewered upon his blade and used as meat shields against the charge of the third. A swift kick to free his sword, then another set of slashes and the first wave had been cleared.

Then the next wave came. And the next. And the next after that. Five minutes passed, then ten, then twenty, until Coconut couldn't even fathom how long it had been. Each line of grimm was harder to deal with, but it was not as if he hadn't trained for it. If it were just the smaller ones, he could keep the fighting up for at least an hour more.

But it couldn't just be the smaller ones, could it?

As if on que, the treeline began to fall apart as the next wave approached him. Coconut knew he was in for trouble, stepping back and guarding his face as the trees were smashed apart by the massive claws of a large deathstalker. The thing was about the largest he had ever seen, its tail nearly the height of a four story building. Even Golden O.T.N. didn't stand a chance against that thing. It was time to fall back.

A screech from above raised concerns, however. Coconut turned tail in hopes of outpacing the grimm while he still could, but a rain of sharp feathers caused him to go back on guard. Four relatively small nevermores were circling above the village, seemingly taking turns at peppering the ground upon which Coconut stood.

Things were looking grim. If he couldn't make it to his horse, his entire plan from there on would fall apart. He should have pulled back sooner, prepared better - but as always, he had gotten too cocky. That was always the reason, wasn't it? It was always his fault...

No. Fuck that, he thought. He had made a promise - and this time, it would be different. The deathstalker still on his ass, Coconut slapped O.T.N. onto his back and twisted the handle, transforming the blade into its Golden O.T.N. form. He then raised the weapon above his head, grunting as the arrows continued to rain - but few of them could now strike his body.

He leapt over his spear wall, and just in time - the deathstalker had gotten close, but the grimm following it had already passed it. Soon, however, they were met by the fence posts, colored to blend in with the ground around them. At least a dozen perished, trampled by the creatures following them.

The deathstalker did not care, however, as it crushed through the spear wall as if it was no more than just a couple of branches on the ground.

But that was not the only trick Coconut had learned from Amane. With his free hand, the boy reached into his pocket and flicked his scroll.


The beast reeled back as it passed the first pair of cottages, the explosives which Coconut had lined their walls with going off at once, sending rubble and fire dust its way. While it killed a few of the other grimm, the deathstalker might as well had not been harmed at all. But killing it with that wasn't the idea - stopping it in its tracks was.

Coconut used an undisturbed fence post to hop onto the low roof of one of the cottages. He was struck by another barrage of feathers, but that was not a major concern to the lone huntsman. He raised O.T.N. and focused his thoughts, the weapon glowing cream for a moment. He then swung at the air, letting out a powerful slash of aura towards the large grimm. The slash didn't penetrate the armor, but it did exactly what it was supposed to.

It cracked it.

The deathstalker barreled towards the cottage, crushing nearby grimm in its rampage. Cream waited, ignoring the seering pain in his back from the nevermores' constant attacks. He had to hold out just a moment longer...

Cream roared out as he raised Golden O.T.N. over his head and jumped down from the roof just before the deathstalker crashed through it. A downwards stab, if he had aimed it just right... Coconut felt a tremor go through his entire form as the blade sunk into the beast's skull, the creature releasing one last screech before collapsing.

As its body faded, Coconut glanced ahead to see another part of the horde emerging from the woods. The boy was near the horse already - he returned his weapon to its long sword form and cut the leash holding the animal where it was before checking the time. He still had an hour to hold the horde in place and his aura had already dropped below half.

He hopped onto the horse and rode out, holding his blade out in one hand. The nevermored had run out of feathers to shoot - it would be only a matter of time before they would swoop down. Going back into the thick of it would be suicidal.

But a promise is a promise, is it not?



It was late in the evening when Coconut stopped the horse and fell from it onto the ground. His side would be bruised from it later - his aura was completely depleted, as was any energy he had left in him. From a practical point of view, it hadn't been worth much - the villagers hadn't had much supplies to give.

And yet, as he laid there and attempted not to fall unconscious, he saw the girl from earlier before his eyes. He wondered if he would meet her again - if he'd ever learn her name.

No. Suppose it would be better that he didn't.

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NPC Profiles / General Ame Dresden
« on: August 06, 2018, 01:46:11 PM »
CHARACTER

Name: Ame Dresden

Age: 64

Species and Gender: Human Female

Symbol: 


Occupation: General of the Atlas Military Forces

Appearance: While once a tall, striking woman, the years have been less than kind to Ame. Standing at 5’4” and coming in at 134lbs, she has short grey-white hair that is perpetually tied back in a bun to keep out of the way of her dull, steel-blue eyes. Deep wrinkles line her face, making her look slightly older than she is and she has a small scar along her left cheek.

While one would be forgiven for assuming she was blind, just going off the dull color of her eyes, this is far from the truth. As her age continued to set in and her vision began to go, she had both eyes replaced by cybernetics, restoring her vision to even better than when she was young. Additionally, she has a permanent neural link attached to the back of her head, constantly feeding her information to her cybernetic eyes about the ship she currently operates in or, if she’s by a computer or link in station, direct access to the CCTT network.

On the job, she wears the standard Atlesian general coat and pants, though she had hers trimmed in purple, overtop of a white dress shirt and purple tie as well as the standard general gloves.

History: Mother fought in Greyed war, father was a dust mine manager. Mother pushed Ame to join the Atlesian forces, which she happily did. Ame progressed through her schooling very quickly, showing signs of her being very tactically minded.

Rose quickly through the ranks after she graduated and became an officer of some renown when the Faunus Rights Revolution began. After General Lagoon’s vital loss at Fort Castle, Ame was promoted to be the youngest General in Atlesian history at the young age of 26. Despite her best efforts and objectively less idiotic approach than Lagoon’s, she was put in charge of a losing war and while she put up a good fight, there was no way to turn back the tide.

While before fighting in the war she had hated faunus, fighting them had instilled some respect for them. She had no love for their race, that much was certain, but she could respect them as useful weapons. After the war, most of Ame’s time was combating the Fang during the White War, eventually winning several crucial battles and pushing the Fang out of Atlas. She continued to command her personal airship, The Dauntless, in combat both against human and Faunus revolutionary forces and against Grimm.

She spends much of her time these days guarding the City of Atlas, a task she despises for how restrictive it is, or going out on short excursions with her specialists to eliminate large Grimm hordes.

Personality: Ame is a hard individual, difficult to read and even more difficult to argue with. Her years in the Atlesian military have turned her into a solid rock of, what she believes to be, virtue. Her choices and decisions, even in everyday life, are based solidly in predetermined tactics and planned actions, she makes no improvisational choices if she can avoid it. That said, when she does have to improvise, I'm battle or no, she's no slouch. Her years directing combat have made her quite effective at making quick decisions and choices.

Ame is one of the less harsh officers in the Atlesian military when it comes to faunus but she is by no means kind. As far as she's concerned, faunus are a tool to be used. A very useful tool, yes, with their increased senses and night vision as well as any other traits they inherit, but a sword will always be a sword no matter how sharp.

Aura and Semblance: Ame had her aura unlocked while progressing through Atlas, her semblance was unlocked during one of the final battles of the Faunus Rights Revolution. Her semblance, like all high profile Atlesian officers with one unlocked, is a highly guarded secret, requiring top secret clearance as well as bio-scan permission from Ame herself.

Problematic Potential: Ame’s semblance has no outward signs and is passively on at all times. As the problem she’s facing becomes more and more complex and difficult, she has an easier and easier time solving it. There hasn’t been signs of any upper limit though she has pounding headaches after many consecutive problems. She has a very difficult time solving simple problem as her semblance causes her problem solving skills downscale just like it upscales, however she’s found a workaround for the problem by forcing herself to find an extremely complex and convoluted solution.

Combat Behavior:  Ame doesn't do on the ground fighting and her side arm is, for all intents and purposes, tradition and posturing. If forced into an actual fight, she would no be able to beat anyone with proper combat training.

WEAPON

Name: Standard Issue General’s Sidearm

Primary Form: Ame’s sidearm is a bulky, oversized revolver who's body is more akin to a shotgun than a sidearm. While certainly useful and able to pack quite a punch, if Ame tried to fire it she would likely break her arms.

Dust Functions: The side arm can be loaded with dust enhanced ammunition such as fire, ice, or lightning rounds but given that Ame doesn't even fire the thing she has no need for these sort of rounds.

History: Gifted to Ame upon her promotion to General.

Airship: Dreadnaught Class Destroyer: The Dauntless

https://i.imgur.com/894mA8O.png

The Dauntless is essentially Ame’s permanent station given how much time she spends there. Weighing in at 480 meters long, 190 meters wide, 70 meters tall and capable of being manned with over 1600 people, The Dauntless is one of the tankiest airships Atlas has to offer with triple reinforced armor all around, in addition to septuple reinforced armor around several emergency thrusters scattered around the hull for quick maneuvers. Along the hull are a plethora of rotary guns and cannons along with two rotary laser batteries on under the bow, all along the inlaid sides of the ship are missile batteries and point defense laser batteries. While not nearly as many, there are still quite a few rotary cannons, guns, and a single laser battery located on the top of the ship in the off chance that they have to combat a Grimm or ship that can fly higher than them.

The hanger Bay is located between the two long sections at the front as to protect it from oncoming fire or Grimm and to either side of the hangar bay door are the strongest part of the Dauntless’ arsenal, dual kinetic energy cannons. These dust powered cannons are extremely powerful and can, and have, punched clean through a mountain. Unfortunately, firing these cannons requires the hanger be closed, all non-essential energy be directed to the cannons, and the thing they're firing at be straight ahead.

The Dauntless is capable of housing a battalion of standard Atlesian fights within its hanger as well as several troop transport ships.

Just like the hanger, the bridge is protected and concealed within the shop itself as it is able to take advantage of the advanced projection technology that Atlas can afford. The entire room is, essentially, a holodeck projecting the outside of the shop through hidden and protected cameras, wired directly in system with no outside connectivity. The room is set up with all the standard equipment a normal airship would be equipped with with the exception of a significantly more comfortable seat for Ame.

The ship is equipped with several dumb AI are put in charge of tracking several internal system readings along with a human in order for each to be able to double check one another.

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RPG Discussion / Re: Weekly Writing Prompts
« on: August 05, 2018, 02:40:14 PM »
The prompt this week is a general writing prompt, write about whatever comes to mind when you view this prompt.

200+ word count (Just don't write a novel.)

At the start of the story indicate whether it is a Canon or What-If scenario. Canon means it happens within the canon of the site and you need to have it either be from the perspective of your own approved character or an NPC where the focus of the story is on your approved character. An example of this would be if I had a specialist character and wrote a story from the perspective of their CO about how they keep messing up. Additionally, you may have other characters or NPCs in your story but if they're other's characters you must have approval from the user.

What-If means it's basically an alternate universe or timeline, this allows for a stronger focus on writing because you aren't constrained by site rules or RWBY, you can have anyone or anything as the PoV but you still need permission to use others' characters. That said, What-If scenarios, while no being canon on site, can still say something about the character PoV it follows if the character itself is effectively unchanged from canon, it's just that the events never happened on site.

There will be a winner this week, the prompt is open until midnight on Friday, going into Saturday, EST. After that, voting will be open for the entirety of Saturday and the winner will choose the prompt for the next week and their submission will be loved to a winners thread.

The main focus of all this should be on writing itself with character development as a beneficial side effect, we should be striving to write something that we can look back at and think, "Yeah, I'm actually proud of that." This is an excellent chance to improve your own writing as well as give criticism to or get criticism from others.

If you have any questions, do not post here, talk to me on the discord server. Only writing can be posted here, anything else will be deleted.

Tell me about a time your character broke a promise.

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RPG Discussion / Re: Weekly Prompt Winners
« on: August 05, 2018, 02:34:28 PM »
Tell us about a time your character fell in love. With anything - an object, a hobby, or even a person.

NotSurprised

Canon: A Blooming Flower - Hunter d’Azur

Shit.

Halfway through his taxi ride, Hunter had just received lots of colorful texts from his beloved team leader. The message was simple: when he’d come back to his team’s dorm, he’s 90% sure that he’s going to end up dead. Was it his fault though? He felt hungry and decided to take an unsolicited excursion, so what? Yeah, the assignment’s due tomorrow and all, but there’s really no need to rush. After all, he’s pretty sure that he can get it done and still get a passing grade. As he pondered about how dead he’s going to be, his taxi finally parked right next to the market he always visits.

Roaming the aisles for what he wants, his thoughts couldn’t help but come back to his team leader. With his body on autopilot and grabbing a grocery bag that will soon be stuffed with instant noodles, Hunter started thinking more and more about his team leader and their current situation. He’s not sure why their partnership is functional as it is. She’s strict and he’s easy-going. She’s always angry and he’s usually calm. Most of all, she’s kinda racist and he’s a faunus, albeit he is disguised at the moment. Honestly, Hunter’s not too sure why he’s so caught up with his team leader when he can just leave Atlas after they graduate. Yet he couldn’t help but feel pain when he considered that option. In fact, now that he thinks about it, he noticed a lot of other things. He couldn’t stop his fluttering heart whenever they’re together. He couldn’t stop his quivering voice whenever they’re talking. Truly, he couldn’t help but be nervous when she’s with him. Shaking his head of silly and embarrassing thoughts, he notices that he had fully filled up his grocery bag with instant noodles while he was thinking. Hunter should really return some of them but in the end, his desire for instant noodles won over his reason.

Moving to checkout with his cheap items, Hunter’s thoughts returned to his stupid team leader. Why hasn’t he been antagonizing her back for all the pain she’s causing him? He’s the one that never starts the problem but she always ends up ragging on him for it. In fact, he shouldn’t like her! He doesn’t like her stupid smirk whenever she outdoes him, or her stupid prim and proper uniform that fits her in every way. In fact, he doesn’t like her stupid chestnut hair that accentuates her beauty and makes him want to- Wait a second. With a suddenly red face, Hunter tries to clear his thoughts as best he could and goes to finish up his checkout before noticing some flowers nearby. He really should just leave before making a mistake...



”How much are the flowers?”



If it was anyone else, Hunter would laugh. Unfortunately, Hunter is the current laughing stock. He's blushing and full of nerves as he's holding a bag full of instant noodles in one hand and flowers in the other. In fact, getting back into the taxi was a little more embarrassing with the driver smirking at him the entire time. Scooting into his seat and trying to make himself look as small as possible, the taxi starts driving back to the academy. Looking out the window and wishing that he’d disappear because he can’t deal with all the embarrassment, the taxi driver’s rough yet teasing voice cuts through his thoughts.

”Hey kid, you in love?”

Hunter’s face got even more red as he thought about it. Is he in love? Even if he WAS in love with her, it wouldn’t work out. Hunter wouldn’t want to hide anything from her; in fact he’s pretty sure he can’t hide anything from her. Even if it’s the fact that he’s actually a faunus. It would hurt him to hide that from her, but it'll hurt him even more when the fact that he's a faunus destroys their relationship. But maybe it'll work out. In fact, they can even take it slow, maybe to the point where being faunus or racist doesn’t even matter anymore. Finally knowing how to reply, the redness in Hunter’s cheeks faded only to be replaced with a silly looking grin.

”Maybe.”

Returning to the team’s dorm was interesting. Prim looked ready to murder him on the spot until she got flustered when he presented the flowers. In fact, she told him that it was sweet of him to do that! That was a win in Hunter’s book until she forcefully put him into a seat and started lecturing him about the importance of work ethics and properly doing your assignments. As for the rest of his team, they were laughing their asses off at the two with their shenanigans until Prim directed her death glare at them too. Finally, the lecture and death threats were over as the night quieted down once more so that they can finish their assignments…



For the next few months in the team dormitory, Hunter would see the flowers in a rather ornate and charming vase. If you asked him, Hunter wouldn’t be able to tell the difference between the flowers and Prim.

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RPG Discussion / Re: Weekly Writing Prompts
« on: August 03, 2018, 10:55:09 PM »
Canon: Nest

Malina was afraid of a great many things, though she would never let anyone know that. Being found out for the a coward was chief among them but her own death was very rarely far behind, she hadn't wanted this life of violence in the first place after all, why would she want to put her life on the line every day for people she doesn't know. People she'd never meet. They wouldn't know who protected them, who saved them, they'd facelessly thank her regardless, of course, it was what we are supposed to do when someone else helps us.

She was, truth be told, fine with fighting for the faceless masses but the idea of her losing her own life for them was horrifying to her. The idea that her entire life was all leading up to her bleeding out underneath the paw of some horrid Grimm in the middle of nowhere was… She hated even thinking about it. She didn't want to end her life like so many hunters and huntresses before her, in pain and with no one to save her. She wouldn't end like that, she couldn't, she would live a long life and learn about the mysteries of aura and dust, she would be content with her place in life, not this, not training every day three years into a school designed to turn children into warriors.

... Malina?

Aurelia's soft voice cut through Malina's haze and she blinked twice in quick succession to try and reorient herself. She was in her dorm, safe. Her team had just returned from a mission to the southern Sanus shores, they were supposed to defend the village from a Grimm horde that was spotted nearby.

They had survived but there had been more Grimm in that single night than Malina had seen in the rest of her missions combined. They just… they never stopped coming. They had survived, yes, but they failed. The village was lost, only three others had made it off on the bullhead that her team had called in to escape. Everything about that mission only reinforced the feelings Malina had been bottling up prior, she didn't just think think she would die because of this job, she knew she would. And yet…

Her eyes glanced over the room. Carmine, a wrapping of bandages ran up her right leg. Just beneath the surface of her bubbly, overly cute persona was someone who cared deeply for Malina, someone who had stayed up late into the morning talking her through another panic inducing nightmare.

Candida, a wrapping spun around her head and just barely covered her left, silvery eye. She was abrasive, full of herself, and constantly butted heads with Malina for reasons Malina just couldn't understand but at the same time she was the person who had stood up for Malina's leadership and choices when Beacon interrogated them about the mission. Before that, even, she had been the only member of the team to consistently double check Malina's poor choices, helping her fix them and working with her.

Aurelia, she had it the worst. A wrapping ran down her left arm, leading across her back, and circling back across her chest. She was soft spoken, never made a point to speak her mind unless she needed to but she was one of the two genuinely good people on her team. She had assisted her sister in mostly harmless pranks at Malina's expense, maybe, but she would never push it too far and tried her best to reign Candida in.

... Are you okay, Mal?

Aurelia spoke again, seemingly worried at her prolonged silence. Malina broke eye contact for only a split second and looked to the floor. She was the only one with no injuries. It was something she would normally be proud of, being able to avoid every strike from the enemy, it was something a professional did. The others had all taken their licks protecting Malina or the people of the village, protecting people that mattered.

As she locked eyes with her teammate once more, a thought crystallized in her mind. They were willing to put themselves in harms way to keep her from getting hurt not because she was their teammate or their leader or even their friend. It was because they loved her. They were willing to lay down their lives for her because thought of Malina as more than a friend, more than family. As the thought became fact in her mind, another thought came into focus. She loved them too.

It wasn't romantic or sexual, but she loved them. She would do anything for them to keep them from harm. She needed to do everything in her power to keep them safe.

She would kill for them.

Yeah,” Malina said, “I was just thinking some things over. I think… Yeah, I'm fine.

She would die for them.

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Aca raked her nails across Smokey's face as he grabbed her by the face and lifted it up off of the ground. This was exactly what she didn't want to happen. She struggled to move her body but finding that essentially impossible, she resigned herself to what was happening. She was losing. But she was damn sure not going to lose without a fight.

She let go of the saw blade pinned to her chest with her right hand and reared back to swing a punch, connecting just as he slammed her head back into the rocky ground. Holy shit that hurts, why's he have do it like this?

As he lifted her head again, she slipped her left hand beneath her head and the ground. Would it save her? No,not it wouldn't. It would, however, make it hurt just a little less. She swung again, connecting just before her head and hand slammed down once more. It felt like she was punching a gods damn statue, what's with this guy?

As she was lifted from the ground for the final time, she knew that if she hadn't had aura she would have been dead by now. Her head spun, her ears were ringing, but she bit back the pain and reared back her fist for one final punch, welcoming the hit that would sure have shattered her hand if she weren't a huntress in trainjng.

Her head slammed down the final time and Aca was fairly certain she heard the buzzer, though to be honest it was hard to tell with ringing in her ears. She didn't let out a yelp of pain, she didn't groan in agony, she simply let out a very long sigh through gritted teeth. To be perfectly honest with herself, she hadn't even expected to make it this far at all so, in some sense, she was still proud of herself.

As Smokey lifted away his head from her face she kept her eyes closed, enjoying the soothing dark red tinge of the arena lights shining through her eyelids. She managed a weak, "Rematch anytime in Mistral... If you think.... You can take me again..."

Aura: 14/100
Nail rake: 2%
Punches X3: 4%

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