A Haven in more ways than one (RWBY RP Thread)

if Halfway through his sentence, Dentelle's reactions had sparked and she grabbed his arm, flipping him over and down onto the ground. Through her training to become a bodyguard this was a simple move that stopped people who would sneak up behind her and it was one of the earliest things she learned. While the male was very much not likely to be able to dodge her quick motions, there was still a very small chance he might have slipped out of her hold. After this downward pin, she would stand up and brush off her dress with a scoff laced through her expressions. "You by no means have any right to touch me or others." Again taking out the watch she would check the time then close it back up, hoping she didn't make too much of a disturbance. Arany might have been startled by her movements, but she didn't know exactly who else would have heard it.

Who would go first? Gwyn thought about maybe offering the first cannon ride since he was not that nervous about it compared to others. That would be the nice thing to do, right? The joyous male had weaved himself through others again, raising his voice to speak towards the deputy. "I'll go first sir, if that's alright." There was a certainty to help others know that this cannon was probably not as scary as they thought, that or if it was, at least he was the first one. While his stance was straight his hands were tucked neatly around his back. His hand were not something he was keen to and was something he would rather keep to himself.

Underlined text represents the resent to powerplay and to provide equal power among the characters

Trax felt as if his anger was going to bubble over, but instead his shoulders drooped and his face went blue, "Why me?" He sulked heavily. Stryker sighed, "Well if that's the case," He began as he cleared the sand from his eyes, then stepped forward to stand next to the boy who had asked to go first, "I will go with this lad, two at a time will help speed things up." He said with a glance and smile at the boy.

Ceasar groaned as he lay on the ground, "That went better in my head." He winced in pain. Ally walked up to them, "Apologies for the inconvenience, My Brother is still working on his Manners!" She finished with a slight huff as she put a foot on Ceasars chest. While on the ground, Ceasar checked his scroll to look at the map, "Interesting..." He whispered with a raised eyebrow.

"... Why you?" Asa tilted his head with a questioning face while looking down from his shoulders "Well... you're my older brother, right Traxy?" Asa's voice was vocal, not to strangely but enough for surrounding people to hear. Leaning down he smiled beside Trax's ear "Also because of my abnormality, right? Heheh~" he giggled before kicking his legs out "Anyways, lets follow after Stryke! We can go second!" he pumped his fist up into the air.

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In the sudden approach of a new figure between the two she had been watching Wither tilted her head, then in a sudden movement from the girl Wither's blood froze, attempting to jump out the way before she felt something slam against her chin. In a faint hissing cry she held her mouth, completely forgetting she was airborne and hitting the ground after. Slowly opening her eyes from the impact the new figure that had approached was now pinned to the ground, and considering how the impact felt against her chin it was probably the butt end of the persons foot that had hit clipped her. Her aura had kicked in nearly instantly due to her attempt to evade, but her fangs were were pulsating from the slam of her teeth and from that they dripped venom, venom in which that slipped down her throat. Her pupils shrunk before in a wince she coughed harshly aloud, the acid sizzled against the ground under her as it came out in faint drips, so far so bad.

Trax accepted his fate, Asa wasn't going leave, he could only hope they didn't have the same map. He stepped forward with Asa still on his shoulders, at the same time, Stryker crawled into the cannon. "This might be a tight fit, but have no fear, Deputy Toto says it will safe." He told the grey haired boy with confidence.

Ceasar was instantly out from under his Sister's foot, in a flash he knelt beside the small girl, offering his hand to her. "I am deeply sorry for hurting you, please, let me help you up." He told her smoothly, his own fangs gleamed in the light as he smiled warmly, his blood red eyes shinning like a pair of rubies.

Asa cheered off of Trax's shoulders "Good luck Stryke!" his laughter filled the air before it slowly dimmed, raising his hand up to his mouth he squinted "You may need it~" he smiled as he swung his head and legs, lowly humming a tune that though being muffled sounded as if he was singing.

Noticing the new figure approach her in such a rush Wither eyes shot up, then noticing that it was the boy who was reprimanded she began to scuttle back a couple feet away. It was strange, apart from the completion it was almost like staring in a mirror, assets and all, but the male had scared her, and of course another trickle of acid slipped down her throat. Trying to hold back a cough but not able to she coughed... directly in his face. Opening her eyes after her hearth sank again, she tried to reach out and clean it but she was still coughing and instead turned away, waving her hands as if to direct people not to approach her from her while she recovered.

Ceasar's eyes flashed, his hands moved fast enough to rip off a piece of fabric from his coat, and use it to catch the acid flying at his face. Quickly and carefully he dropped the fabric to the ground before the acid could burn all the way through. He looked up still smiling, "Sorry again if I scared ya, I'm told I ignore peoples personal space quite often. Anyway, that's some venom, good thing I'm pretty fast." He then glanced up at the people around them, shooting a grim glare full of bloodlust, immediately the crowd spread back in terror. Ceasar stood up and took out a flask from inside his coat, "Will any type of liquid help?" He offered as he walked forward to her again, showing no fear of her acidic venom, his expression was one of great concern.

The girl continued coughing as she tried to catch her breath as best she could, finally getting it together she looked back ahead. The boy was there again and he seemed completely fine, had she missed? Thank goodness, but the fact that he was closer did once again concern her as he talked, any type of liquid? She looked at the flask worried before then gazing back up at the boys eyes, carefully she brought her noes close to the flask. In an instant her pupils shrunk and almost seemed to glow, she covered her noes, that wasn't... it was stale. It was stale and... her head hurt, waving her hands she put on a broken smile, obviously wanting to reject the liquid.

Ceasar simply smiled and put the flask away, then took out a bottle of water, "Guess I should have started with this then, my name is Ceasar Valentine, what is your name?" He asked smoothly.

Clover had found herself near the back of this little tour group, huddled behind a much taller goy holding her lance like a baby in her arms. It made no noise and neither did she, silence was after all preferable to her in that present moment as not to draw a lot of attention to herself. It's probably why she hadn't been noticed up until that point. It wasn't much like her to make a scene, and the short faunus girl was quite comfortable in the back of the group, leaning around people to try and get a better look at the person who was leading this tour, who was consequently standing by a large cannon like object which was in actuality not just csannon like, but an actual cannon.

This idea didn't exactly click right away for Clover to say the very least, and she found herself wondering what it was that they were all going to be doing with it. and it seemed like an awfuly large group for just one of them. She gripped the lance tighter and looked on with a quiet nervousness.

(Inactivity. I have no idea what's going on, so let's have Quiet still steadily approaching the campus, hm?)

Quiet had travelled farther than his mind had realised, a quick glance around made him remember he had almost dozed off sitting cross-legged upon a rather large branch attached to a rather large tree, his sword being stuck inside the wood not too far from arm's reach, he instinctively grasping the handle of the blade and swinging down to the branch closest to the sword and also closest to the ground, violently ripping the blade out of the tree and continuing on his invisible path. He blinked at a passing flock of birds, shifting his posture so that he carried the edge of the sword upon his shoulder as he walked along ever silent.

Gwyn would enter the cannon now, a nervous glance making its way towards Toto. The cannon was very tightly packed but lucky for him Gwyn had no sense of claustrophobia. There was one question threading the strings of his mind, it was if he was ready or not. Glancing up at the sky he didn't have time to question anything, but the male knew that whatever he did next would help him on his journey.

Wither was now completely turned off from the boys proposals, her eyes semi fearful of his nature and how quickly he had dragged her away from the two people who she was originally following. She continued to the back further and further away from the pack, hadn't ever gotten that close in the beginning do to her height and lollygagging. Then she felt a bump no her back, causing her to jump back forward which caused her to jump back backward, looking over to what she had bumped into she found that it was actually another person, and looking up a their hair noticeably another faunus. Wither gave her a sorry smile, her eyes glancing over the large weapon they had, a stinger of sorts? But before she had time to think it over she looked back up at the male ahead of her, she shivered slightly, shaking her head at him to deny the confirmation of her name.

Ceasar sighed but put the water away and turned around, “Be safe then, make a few friends at the very least while your here.” He told before walking back over to his sister and the other two.

Stryker gave the boy a quick thumbs up and then another to Toto, “I believe we’re ready Deputy Toto.”

Clove jumped slightly as somebody backed into her and knocked her lance out of her hand and fall to the ground, extending to its full length at about 6 or 7 feet long from its previous collapsed length of around 3 feet that she fit comfortably into her arms like a small child for the small girl. "Ah, sorry, sorry-" She started as she looked down to her lance and then back up to the girl who bumped into her rather abruptly. She quickly scrambled to pick up her Ram's horn and collapse it once again and take it back up in her arms, looking at the girl who had bumped into her.

"Is everything alright?" She asked as she followed her gaze up to the boy she was looking at, a rough looking gentleman whom she didn't know what to think of. She looked from stranger to stranger and adjusted the grip of her weapon in her arms looking out for any more people who might just happen to bump into her, she didn't really feel like she wanted her lance to go off again.

"EEP!" The second person bumping into her was more jarring than the first, and more forceful, like she was coming out of the crowd and making a B line for her. That is to say the girl knocked Clover off of her feet and made her utter a rather unbecoming sound as she scrambled with her lance on the way down, not sure what she was trying to do but in the end landing squarely on her butt in the dirt looking up at whoever had bumped into her with a bewildered look to her. Metaphorical stars circled her ad one could tell she was a little bit dazed from being bumped twice, but at least she had been able to hold on to her weapon this time.

Clover started to rise to her feet. somewhat dizied. "I''m fine! Just-" She stumbled slightly, almost losing grip of her lance in front of the new girl, but thankfully recovering just in time. She looked up and gave a very genuine yet sheepish smile. "Just don't do well around these crowds I suppose." She said as she looked from one of the girls who had bumped into her to the other and then to the two boys that seemed to have been occupying their thoughts, or at least that they were trying to get away from. Well they seemed to relate to each other in that sense but that was about it as far as she could tell. She flashed another genuinely friendly smile. "Ummm... Hey, I'm Clover by the way."

Away they went as the cannon shot them freely into the open sky. Gwyn was not afraid at all, no sound would resonate from his voice either. As they had been propelled into the air it was almost an instant before Gwyn had formed his armor in exchange for the nice clothes he had been wearing. Instead of black he now shone white and gold. He wondered how many grim and such roamed the area, to which he would find out soon.

After Arany had grabbed her arm she jerked just a little bit, but didn't end up doing the same thing to the poor boy she had thrown. His rush and tone of voice did raise questions up in her mind, but she wondered if she should question it right now. There was the sound of a cannon that shot earlier but Dentelle had only been the slightest bit afraid of the propelling way of traveling. She had been drug over now, not questioning the antics of the boy golden haired who brought her over. "Alright...then..."

Asa's ears rung with his pupils dilating upon the shot of the cannon going off, his blood began to pace even faster before he threw himself off Trax's shoulder and towards the cannon "Alright! Come on Traxy!" scurrying around the cannon and jumping he slid in without a single worry "Lets go!" he swayed himself from side to side as he curled in excitement, ears and attire bobbing inside the cannon.

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In relief Wither took in a hefty breath and let it go though it wasn't long before her attention was turned to the figure she had bumped into prior, following a clanging noise upon the ground. Turning around she locked eyes with the girl before she went down to riveter her weapon, Wither being embarrassed lagged behind in trying to help her but to no avail. Looking back at her Wither felt as if a bead of sweat was running down her head, she nodded hear head in confirmation of her condition, however before she had the chance to do anything else the girl was knocked back by someone else yet again.

Once again trying but failing to help her up Withers stood off to the side upset with herself, she hung her head in a scrambled face before looking back up at the girl, she presented her name to her. Unlike the previous encounter she found the girl to be a lot like her current predicaments, just getting thrown around through the rough and the rugged, though she herself didn't help with that and she may have just been comparing any second she got "..." Wither held her hands over her chest worried, at the least she deserved to know "W-wither" she said with a rose like flush opposed to the normal red "I'm Wither" he voice was quiet, and almost a whisper to anyone else who wasn't Clover, that is without special hearing capabilities.