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

Clover was relieved that these two at least were nice, even giving their names back as a sort of friendly gesture, how nice of them. The young Faunus didn't know what to do in the face of the two strangers, choosing to quickly look up to the cannon and the people getting in now, then looking back to the army girl and the other faunus. "It's nice to finally meet some friendly faces, all I've been getting are nasty looks it feels like."
She smiled with the compliment towards her weapon and beamed, looking down at Ram Horn with a happy look. "Thank you! It and I get along great, if you know what I mean." Clover chuckled as he held out the weapon for either of them to see better and then had an idea. With a great big flourish and a little bit of empty space, the girl fully extended the lance to better show it off in its massive glory. It looked too big compared to Clover's relatively small size, but the small girl could wield it with relative ease, and hold onto it with only one hand, though slightly braced. She lowered the tip to be into the ground, and rested her hand upon the grip. "It's my Ram Horn, and;" Clover pulled back on the forward grip and the mechanisms kicked into gear, the form of the lance changing into something different. "It's also a minigun." She beamed and held it out a little for the others to view but then was slightly worried and brought it back closer to her chest. "Sorry, am I talking too much?"

Hearing Clover mention the enjoyment of welcoming faces the girl nodded in a quick and soft motion and spoke back softly "Likewise." it seemed that the two were in quite a similar boat indeed. The person who had also bumped into the girl proceeded to bring attention to her weapon, Wither had missed her name in the rush of emotions but was quickly disregarded as Clover began to showcase her weapon. The size was highly notable compared to her own, and after watching her turn into a minigun Wither felt a cold sweat break from her, she could wield that whole thing? Not only that but excel with it? Wither was slightly surprised, though she had oftentimes been the shortest she had never seen anyone take up so much firepower. Yes some people had taken on weapons nearly double the size of themselves but their kickback was their limits with such a large weapon not being able to hold so much heavy strength. Reaching down to her legs Wither unsheathed two blades, about half the length of her entire arm and a bit thicker when it came to the width of the blade, looking back at Clover's weapon Wither began to wonder which one of them would hold in a fight, one of which didn't look good for herself. The thought passed her mind as she noticed the weapon draw back to clover, Wither doing the same with own down over her lap, talking to much? Wither quickly shook her head and presented her hand towards the girl as if to say she was fine, even giving a small smile to accompany it.

Stryker flew through the air, a gleeful smile on his face. He reached behind his back and grabbed the handle sticking out of what looked like a slab of metal, he drew it with an instant click that turned the slab into a giant one-sided battle axe, using it to chop down a large tree to slow his momentum down. He pulled the hand guard trigger, switching it to a broad great sword, counting down his seconds as he got closer to the ground. Stryker performed a back flip before stabbing his great sword into the ground, at the speed he was going, he slid another twenty yards before coming to a complete stop. Stryker stood up straight and wiped his forehead, "Well, time to see about this map then." He said simply flipping out his scroll.

A few moments after, Trax and Asa were flying out of the cannon. Trax folded his arms and sat crisscross in mid air, slowly turning upside down, an un-amused expression on his face. "You have a way of landing right?" He asked the fox fuanus.

Ceasar and Ally stepped up behind Arany and Dentelle, both of their faces lit up with determination, muscles itching to get started.

Behind the group, walking up a little, was a tall rugged boy looking like a character out of a Viking fairy tale. He checked his scoll, pulling up a message with the piece of a map, "A matching game huh? I wonder who's gonna be my teammates." He said questionably as he looked around at the group, seeing a few girls talking in the back, the ram faunus carrying a weapon twice her size.

"You'd better have a good explanation for this. " She did not seem amused in the slightest or questioned the grey haired girl's words, all she did was so sad what he had been so in a rush for. Taking her place in the cannon too she would wait, her brows furrowed as she would think. Dentelle did a lot of thinking, but of course she loved the action as well. Preparing for take off th female grasped the watch in pocket tighty, ready to put it to use.

Gwyn had started to descend like many others, pushing his nub-like feet out towards the earth he was about to land on. Hey would dig into the soil as he slid forward, a white gloved hand reading out to slow himself down. Coming to a halt, the male had no weapons to pull out because his body was his weapon. Gwyn had pulled out the map like others as well, trying to figure out why sort of landmark possible.

Asa spun around freely as he was released into the ear, laughing lightly as he flew through the air. Hearing Trax he began to slow his spinning and looked at him, his eyes dropping with a looming feeling "Yup. You bet I do." flying clover to Trax Asa put his feet on his shoulders and kicking off him as Asa went flying off a separate direction "Seeya!" he yelled back as Trax slowly faded into a small and small figure, however he quickly noticed that the trees were approaching him at an alarming rate. Putting his hands behind him in another sharp twist Asa pulled out his dual sickles and began to swing himself around in a spiral, quickly picking up speed before he burst into the brush of trees and began to cut through branches one by one, his speed decreasing. Pulling the weapon back Asa's eyes snapped around before he found a sturdy branch, angling his Sickles at it the blade cut into it and with the momentum he had left he swung himself forward, then to the next branch he did the same thing before he was swinging from tree to tree flawlessly. Though his mind was focused on movement he realized as he swung between the branches that he may have completely ruined Trax's decent, looking down he smiled with a laugh "Whoop...~" he said to himself, not knowing the outcome of what he did but still thinking it would be funny for later "I'm sure he's fine~" he said snarky as wood chipped form the inner side of his blade.

Trax thought nothing of it till he looked where he was now heading, his eyes went wide in horror, “Son of Bit-“ His words were lost as he splashed into the middle of a small lake. Popping up from the surface, Trax spit out some water before sighing, “No use in complaining now, I just hope Asa isn’t on my team.” He said before hearing a voice yell out from somewhere to his right, looking that way he nearly missed seeing a figure crash into the trees. Without a second thought, Trax broke into a fast swim, heading towards the person who might need help after that.

Ceasar and Ally flew out of the cannon with a chorus of laughter and excitement. As they spread further away from each other, the two proceeded with their own landings. Ceasar flipped around, grabbing the trail-ends of his coat, using it to slow him down. Once he got to the tree canopy, he drew his revolver and switched it to a saber, skimming it on a tree before landing firmly on the forest floor. “Good luck Sis, hope you make some good friends.” He said before breaking into a sprint, the map already memorized. A little ways away, Ally flexed her hands, unsheathing razor sharp claws from his gloves. She braced herself as she came close to a trace, digging in with her claws and riding the tree all the way down, then releasing before the bottom. Ally’s eyes suddenly flashed as she turned into a bloody red stream of liquid, changing back to slide to a complete stop. She stood and stretched her arms over her head, “Have fun my brother, meanwhile, I’m gonna see how much fun I can have.” She said teasingly with a devious grin.

With a fairly big head start, and only a short distance to travel, Stryker approached the destination on his peice of the map, “I wonder how our maps together will lead us to the next part of the trial?”

Ragnorak had watched two kids get fired from the cannon like it was a theme park ride, “Their having fun.” He started to make his way to the front of the group, passing by the three girls talking to one another, he admired the large lance as he made his way by them.

"Well she was friendly..." Clover mumbled under her breath as she took another step towards the cannon as the line moved. She was in no rush to get launched out of that thing, but she wasn't against it either. It was probably aimed in such a way that they'd all land softly and harmlessly on the forest floor. Little did she know she was dead wrong. "But I'm sure she's nicer once you get to know her, still I kinda feel bad for whoever ends up with her." Clover chuckled as she talked to Wither, half hoping that somehow they would end up together, after all they seemed nice enough. She smiled to the other girl, glad her volume and frequency of talk wasn't too much for the other to handle. IT was then time that she start questioning, to kill time if nothing else while they waited for everyone else in front of them to be loaded and shot out of a canon. "So I showed you mine, can you show me yours?" She asked, looking over Wither's person for her weapon.

Watching the taller female take her leave Wither blinked at Clover upon her last statement, feeling finicky as Clover observe her, she was personally never use to this type of interaction from someone so far from home. Looking down in her hand she held out two blades, daggers specifically, engraved with multiple designs and with a openings along the side that lead from its handle to its actual point of impact. She held it out to Clover, it was nothing exactly special compared to her... Ram Horn? Well, lance and minigun. Putting her right arm down she sheathed the blade back, then reaching slightly under her dress she pulled out 2 much smaller daggers, much lighter with heavier tips, obviously not meant to be wielded directly as they were throwing knives. Putting the knives backs and looked at Clover, looking away embarrassed though she still held the other dagger in her left hand, in a way it was underwhelming but it was all Wither could wield for now, the lightness was endurable and coupled with her bodies size and weight her arsenal was highly based off of agility and speed, definitely a polar opposite from Clovers weapons, though her style may be similar.

In a dead sprint over the forest floor, Ceasar caught the scent of another nearby, and veered off course to head their way. Breaking through a bushy wall, he came faced to face with the girl who had gone before him, “Yo, show me yours and I’ll show you mine?” He asked teasingly.

Habs (Nichole)

Ceasar had easily dodged he hand and pulled out his own scoll, "Yeah, what else did you think I meant?" He told her cockily with a teasing wink, making it seem like she was the being a perv. Ceasar then leaned closer, "Besides, it'd be rude of me if I didn't take you out to dinner fist." He whispered with a sly smirk. Off to their right, Trax stepped out into the small clearing, drenched from head to to toe still. "Came to make sure this one was alright," He started as he nodded to Arany, "so that's done." He said simply as he stepped over Arany to stand with Ceasar and Nichole, taking out his scroll as well. "Hurry up Golden Boy, we are on a time crunch here." He said back to the boy implanted in the ground.

"Hey, Golden boy, come over here and show me your piece of the map. These two don't match mine." Trax said after comparing his map to Ceasar's and Nichole's. Ceasar extended a hand to Nichole, "Since we'll at least be on the same team, My names Ceasar Valentine., whats yours?" He asked simply.

"WOAH!" Clover exclaimed as she got down and looked over the girl's weaponry with a curious eye. "It's so compact, does it get bigger, does it do anything special, is it also a gun?" She asked her flurry of questions as she was pushed forwards by the person behind her towards the cannon, the crowd careening forward towards it, and Clover getting caught up in the mix. She had so many questions about them, but it seemed like she was more so destined to end up in that cannon than anything else, soon waving at Wither to try and join her towards the front as she Climbed into the cannon and waited.

The aching trees that Asa swung between and kicked off us eventually lead him to hear voices in the area, flying at another tree branch he fully swung around it before in a snap he was sent back off like a bullet dashing from tree to tree with his sickle as a rope. Quickly figures came into veiw like a bullet, taking the sickle away from the branches he stuck it into the trunk of the next upcoming free and lowed himself down in a instant, beginning to run at the what seemed to be a male and female and... oh? Oh?! "Traxy!" he called out while standing still and waving his sickles as if they could cut anyone near him "I didn't think I'd see you here so soon!" looking over to his right he gave the male and female their proper attention "Oh, and hello!" he waved his sickles in front of his chest, now not seeming to be worried that he could possibly cut himself.

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The flurry of questions caused Wither to shy back partially, pulling her weapon close to her "It's, um-" but her conversation was soon snatched away into the crowds of people that continued to direct and shuffle the two apart, Wither stood still for a bit, be nudged aside before she put her dagger back into the sheath, however in a glance up she noticed Clover beckoning her towards the front. She stood still for a bit, before in a heavy push she was sent forward, using it though she began to zip through and around people to make her way through the crowd. In a heavy jump she pushed herself free and ran for the cannon, but going slightly too fast she found herself almost flying off the edge of the cliff, getting up in a haste she noticed clover getting inside the cannon... cannon? Had she missed something while she was in the back?! Carefully Wither followed after the girl and climbed atop it and slid in after her, her heart blood boiling as she seemed to be going into a near spastic panic while being completely still.

Trax felt a shiver crawl up his spine as he heard Asa’s voice in the background, “Figures, we wouldn’t find our partners so soon.” He said solemnly, still wishing he hadn’t heard Asa. Ceasar turned and pointed at the fox faunus, “Hey you, show us your map. After which, we’ll go our respected ways, I have a feeling this is gonna be a lot of walking.”

Stryker found a quiet place to sit, on a log, just under a large tree. This was the point of his map, his partner would meet him here, so he decided to wait. Stabbing his sword into the ground, Stryker opened up his water bottle and tipped his head back to drink, then paused. Looking straight up into the tree, he locked eyes with a King Taijitu. Stryker raised an eye brow as he slowly put his bottle down, “You look thirsty, care for a drink?” In an instant, Stryker grabbed his sword as the giant Snake lunged down at him.

As looked at Caeser and copied his movements "Hey, why should I Listen to you?" he tilted his head and smiled at him, before squinted at him a bit harder "Oh~ Or better! Why don't you go back to the shadows where you belong." he knew they felt familiar, call it a six sense or just a quirky mind but he remembered those eyes, looks like Trax did like em. Completely turning away from his pale Faunus and back to Trax "Hey Traxy! It's one of those shadow people, from earlier you know! Is he your partner? What are the chances?!"

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Feeling the burst form the Cannon Wither felt herself fly into the air, wanting to keep by Clover quickly fading from her mind , but still flashing back at the worse time as she began to panic. She felt free, so free that it locked her up and he lightness made the trip all the more worse as she noticed the speed she was dropping towards the ground. Her head snapped around in multiple directions as she analyzed the area and panicked as she began to think of a way to land, at this rate she was in trouble