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

Trax hadn't to blow Arany off with the hand shake, Asa's appearance disrupted that much. Upon hearing the word Grimm, he did start realize the negativity start to grow, "Arany, we should get going, at this rate we will will be seeing Grimm."

Ceasar stepped passed Asa, pick pocketing his scroll to glance at his map, then smirked before tossing it up for Asa to catch. "Nope, but I found your. Hey Nichole, found your partner, and our third teammate. Three down, one to go."

Another blast of the cannon sent Ragnorak soaring through the air, he then felt sorry for the tree that lay in his path. Activating his semblance, his grey stone like aura covered his body as he braced his arms over his chest. The first tree was like a twig in front of train, snapping instantly, then hitting the ground like a meteor. Dirt sprayed everywhere, leaving Ragnorak on one knee in a 10 foot wide and 2 foot down crater. Standing up straight, Ragnorak checked his map, "Hmmm, this is going to be a long day, better start moving."

Ally leaped from branch to branch, occasionally using her semblance for the bigger gaps she couldn't clear in a single jump. She then paused on a branch, her sharp sense of smell picking up something metallic. It didn't take long before she found the scents owner, leaping down to the forest floor, Ally walked up to the strange boy. Something was off about him, it was unusual for a human to smell like this much metal. " Hello, names Ally Valentine, whats yours?" She started playfully.

CHA.

Stryker slid back, holding up his greatsword from blocking a heavy hit. The giant snake rushed in for another attack, but Stryker had predicted this and spun to his left, swinging his greatsword around to slice at the snakes head, dealing a long scar. Stryker took this chance as the snake reared back, clicking the trigger on his greatsword twice, it shifted into a large shoulder mounted cannon. Wasting no time, Stryker went to one knee to brace himself, his cannon charging up in a yellow glow. The snake let out a loud hiss, and with that, Stryker fired. The yellow beam blazed a large hole right through the snakes mouth and out the back of its head. However, Stryker didn't let his guard down and switched to weapon to battle-axe mode, just as the snakes black head fell, and another white one rose up from the coils of the giant snakes body. "Round Two then? I'll have to make this one quick, I am expecting guests."

Asa had a shiver sent up his spine, cold. Turning back to the other boy he had passed after being ignored by Trax he looked at him upset "H-hey!" leaned forward his eyes squinted "Who said you could touch that!? Let alone me? You creep!" he had felt him take it, seems like he was a slick one to. If Asa had learned one thing it was the nature of self survival "I suggest you watch your hands next time before you go and touch something you'll regret!" he crossed his arms and turned away, walking to the girl with an actual blush on his face "No wonder you stay in the dark, pervert..." making his way over to the girl he placed himself behind her like a shield, he actual hadn't seen her at all before, along with the boy she was talking to, then he heard them say it: Grimm "Oh, I- um, uh..." he shrunk back before pointing at boy who had pit pocketed him "It's his fault!"

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Wither continued to fumble in the air around her before a large yellow ray came dashing at her, spinning she dodged the initial shot as the heat of the beam faintly scorched her. She hissed and grabbed onto it, she wasn't concentrating, her Aura was in wack. Her eyes quivering she reluctantly shut them as she fell, then out of everything Clover came to mind, she was wit her, wasn't she? But she had a way to land most likely, but if she didn't. Withers eyes shot open before in a flip a quick snap of her skirt she took 6 throw able daggers split between her hands, the daggers small attachments filling his the light purple webbing. Begging to spin she carefully threw each dagger only feet higher than the trees, each one hitting a tree top before Wither broke into the leaves and collapsed towards the ground... however she had been caught in her makeshift web that she hung to for, shaking in fear. Not wasting long though Wither quickly climbed up the tree top and looked out for Clover, directing her towards the sloppy web she had made below, the thought still not being in her mind that she had made a web in a dire situation.

Clover found herself flying through the air, her wits not about her for a brief moment, the air coming through her hair and blowing her clothes so much she was almost afraid that they'd just fly off, though they were on well enough for that not to be any sort of worry at all. It was he lance that reminded her of her current predicament, as its sharp point went skyward, extending to its full length.

Eyes looking about she tried to find wither, the other girl being the best hope she had, in her mind, of making it though hout here in the wilds, what with grimm and who knows what else out here. She smiled as her eyes made contact with the other girl just before a bright flash of yellow interrupted her and Clover fired up the lance, using its rocket powered propulsion to move out of the way of the beam, though a little off course, careening off somewhere else before she readjusted herself, mounting her lance like a witch's broom and firing it off to aim straight for Wither's location and straight into the web that she had spun supposedly for her, the strands buckling and bending, but not breaking against Clover's force of impact.

"Please don't tell me we have to do that again..." Clover tried to make a joke as she looked out for Wither, moving around, trying to wretch herself free from the web, looking to Wither. "A little help?"

Wither giggled into her wrist as she finished sliding down the tree, then opening her eyes to Clovers voice she scuttled over to her in n a hurry. Her hands became covered in a sharper purple before her fingers carefully picked away at the web between clover and her clothing with sharp pokes to avoid from possibly burning her or damaging her clothes, freeing her in no time. Scurrying over to the trees she ripped the knives out from between the bark one by one before putting them back into their holders, if she lost any it wouldn't be the end of the world but it would be better if she kept them on her at the moment. Wither dusted herself off a bit as she returned back to Clovers side "I hope the same." she was still soft spoken as she folded her hands into one another. Looking around they were definitely somewhere deep in the forest like terrain, but Wither could have swore she hear voice... a large amount of chaos going on someone near them, she looked towards the direction, her eyes switching to concerned.

Yuuta wasn't very interested in being shot out of a canon, much less so by a guy who looked like he would dance on his grave if he died. He turned to the other person left, a guy in a dark cloak. "You wanna go together? Everyone went in groups."

"With all due respect, I'd rather not." Yuuta shrugged, hopping into the canon. The sooner the better. Yuuta whooped as he was shot out of the canon and into the air, headed for the forest.

Twilight shook his head at the redhead, believing that he was crazy. Who would willingly want to be shot out of a canon? He sighed, knowing that he'd have to be shot out too. He climbed into the canon, he knew that it wouldn't kill him, as it hadn't killed anyone else. But he thought that the impact of hitting the ground would hurt, even with his aura's protection.

Yuuta had used the branches of the trees to help him get down to the forest floor. More accurately, he hit even single tree limb on his way down. He groaned, getting up groggily. He felt like his head was spinning around in circles, he shook his head violently trying to counter-act the spinning in his head. It worked, mostly. "That creepy fanus from before mentioned a map??" Yuuta muttered, taking out his scroll. He found the map easy enough, now he needed to find his teammates. Making sure Curse, his pure red odachi, was where it normally was, he went off to find his other teammates.

Twilight's cloak flapped in the wind as he flew through the air, a black shadow behind him. Taking out his black and red dust embedded daggers, he dug them into a tree. Sliding down the tree slowly, he yanked out his dagger from the tree trunk after reaching the grassy floor of the forest. A place he knew well. He and his tribe had often wandered the forests of Anima, never staying in one place for too long. It's how they survived this long. Twilight attached the twin daggers together to form a bow, that mainly shot fire dust arrows but could shoot normal arrows. Twilight climbed back into the tree, it would be easier this way to look for the people who were going to be in a team with him and most grimm don't climb trees.

Clover hopped down and stretched out a bit, using her lance as a little bit of extra weight as she did so. "So what's the plan? Where do we go from here?" She asked, collapsing her lance and holding it in its gatling mode, having the barrels slowly spin up just to be ready.

There could be grimm just about anywhere around here waiting in the foliage just to pounce on an easy meal. No way Clover would let herself be easy prey for such soules heartless creatures as the Grimm. It was also that she heard voices, just like wither was, her ears cocking to listen as she looked around for the source of the talking. "You hear that?" she asked as she took a step closer to Wither.

Quiet stared onwards, checking his surroundings for territorial Grimm that might think he's too close to their zone. He violently spun his longsword in a circle chucking it at a tree roughly 50 yards away, it landing dead on in the bark; dashing to his target he hopped up the tree using the handle of the sword as his first source of footing, ripping it out of the bark as he scaped the tree, spinning around a branch and viciously splitting it to pieces, launching himself off a larger piece of wood and beginning to glide through the forest at his top speed, the sword he let drop to his side seemingly causing zero air drag. The main reason he had chosen to glide was because he sensed more powerful souls a but too close for comfort, thus he was doing this to check his area and avoid potential attacks all in one go. The source of the resonance his kind assosiated with souls was not too far from his current location, so he let the appendeges he used for flight retract, his body naturally acting as if he was on the ground simply standing in one place mid-aor and falling to the ground at twice the speed of his glide. His feet hit the ground with a satisfying crackling sound, soil kicked up from the impact, dust settling in the air around Quiet.

(Ya'll can choose who he landed by. Interact as necessary.)

Trax lead Arany away from the others, but even as they got further away, he couldn't shake the feeling of someone else watching. He couldn't pick up any scents around them, nor could he hear anyone either. Despite this, Trax softly padded his coat, feeling for his pistol and shotgun hidden within. He was about to ask Arany a question, when something hit the ground just over 20 yards in front of them. Trax, shielding his face from debris and dust, let his left hand drop to his waist and drawing his pistol. When the dust settled, Trax readied himself with caution, as he laid on eyes on the creature before them. "What is that?"

Ceasar heard the noise of an impact from where Trax and Arany left to, but his attention wasn't for them, but to his own teammates for the moment. Besides, he could tell neither of them was weak, by any means. "I like your attitude Nichole, lets get going. Our last member isn't gonna wait forever." He told them confidently before taking the lead, heading in the opposite direction Trax and Arany went.

Stryker had the giant snake grimm pinned down by its white head, his greatsword already pierced through, and with a final jerk the snake went limp. Withdrawing his sword, Stryker walked back to his spot beneath the large tree, the King Taijitu already evaporating into the thin air. "Well that was a nice little workout, guess they keep it pretty safe out here, that was a small one."

Ragnorak came to a slow jog as he panted heavily, "I need to start doing more cardio." Instantly he drew both axes, both switching to weapon as he drew them from his lower back, he waited silently. Then he heard it again, growling, and too. He slowly scanned his surroundings before his eyes spotted the two girls from before, the ram faunus and the small girl he guessed was also a faunus. Then he noticed the several beowolfs stalking them from their blindspot. Ragnorak recognized their positioning and charged forward, two of the beowolfs leaping at the unsuspecting girls. The clashing ring of metal and bone rung like a gong, Ragnorak had jumped in the path of the two pouncing grimm, activating his semblance and stopping them dead. Ragnorak glanced behind him at the girls, "Greetings, I scratch your back, you scratch mine?" He chimed jokingly before taking a step and bashing the two beowolfs away. By this time, the other beowolfs began to rush in, growling and snarling.

Asa watched the two others lost, dropping his head he sighed under his voice before raising it back up to hear and see them taking their leave "H-hey!" He pouted putting his arms down at his sides as his ears pointed up "I'm here to you know!" running after them he closed his eyes in irritation. He had heard the crash, and similar to Trax he felt eyes, like someone was overseeing them apart from just the headmaster and other students, someone was watching. But the crash, was it another student? The strength and blunt force would say otherwise but with such a wide range of semblances it was hard to judge off the bat "3rd teammate... that's what I am, huh..." he opened his eyes, having been navigating the path around them without it "Oh well~ What can you do." his face was spread with a wide grin.

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Wither nodded to Clover as she began to survey her surroundings more carefully, then there was the sound of and impact to around the same direction ahead of them. Wither stared down the direction, looking to clover "That wa-" the sound of a lunging growl caused Wither to quickly draw her blades and aim their tips at the shadowed figure, her hands begging to boil with her toxin, but in the following instant they were replaced with a new individual. Wither backed away from him to Clover, his introduction being met with a broken wave from her left hand, however it wasn't long before another figure made it toward them.

Wither kicked off her feet and slash her daggers in a X formation straight into the beowolves chest, the claws nearly wrapping around her before she kicked off it and heard it sizzle, it cried in a roar, her toxins burning its dark fur. She tossed her dagger in the air and quickly threw one of her throwing knives with webbing tied to, however not keeping track of the beast it dragged its claw down her with a direct slash, knocking her and her weapon far back from the other two. Skidding in a roll Wither moved a little but didn't get up, the beowolf however quickly recovered and jumped for her again, however as it was about to move it was snapped back, a light purple thread leading from its stomach into the ground left it planted. Rolling over and looking to Clover Wither nodded, pushing herself off the ground before she picked up her dagger, her aura had activated, but her own disadvantages kept it an even fight all its own when it came to actual feeling.

Cover's eyes flashed, a smile on her face, or rather a grin as her hands pulled back on the trigger mechanism of her gatling gun. Adrenaline pumped through her system like blood or water through a stream, energy, her semblance, a need for the fight a love of the bloodshed. Starting off as a slight pang in her heart and going from that to her arms and out to each of her limbs, each end of her finger, as the gun began to kick, aiming straight for the beowulf that was pinned down by Wither. Right away bullets flew from the barrel of her gun in a typhoon of death that flew from the barrels of her gun flying through the air and aiming true on the beowulf and causing it to fly back, still attached to the string as it was riddled with bullets, suspending it in the air and almost making it dance like a puppet until one could see straight through it. She flashed a grin as she turned her attention to the one remaining beowulf.

The rain of bullets stopped as the gun became a lance, its tip digging into the earth before she couched it into her arm and pointed it up, aiming it at the beowulf and spinning it up , the rockets on the back firing up as she held it aloft, aiming it straight for the Grimm until the pressure coming from the back of the weapon was built up enough for her to be able to charge at the Grimm, the extra power from the lance propelling the lance to strike true into the grimm, and continuing on as Clover yelled out and continued to charge through the grimm, her lance going through the grimm so that there was about a foot of lance coming out the back side of the Grimm until she struck a great big tree, the foot of lace breaking through the trunk and pinning the Grimm to the Tree, now partially splintered and broken by the force of her attack. The Grimm still alive, and struggling to break free of the pinning as clover's grip loosened on the handle of her lance, looking back at both the newcomer and Wither.

"Thanks for the assist!" Clover said with a sweet tone to Ragnarok and Wither, almost not matching the brutal way that she just slaughtered one, and pinned the other still living to the trunk of a massive tree. She smiled, her chest rising and falling quickly with exertion.

Trax kept his pistol lowered, so not to appear threatening to whatever this creature is, "If we can avoid a fight, we should, no use drawing out the time we have. Stay still, and lower your sword, we don't want to provoke it." He said cautiously, his tail twitching with unease, something about this creature made his animal instincts scream out danger.

"A mountain range somewhere, can't remember the place all too well, a bunch of sissy bats live there. They kicked me and my sister out just for being different, their loss." Ceasar responded cockily, putting his hands behind his head.

Ragnorak had a beowolf in a head lock, both of them staring at Clover is surprise, until Ragnorak twisted the grimms head with a loud crack. "Aye, no trouble at all."

Quiet calmly changed his posture ever so slightly, the sound of his spinal bones cracking at the neck as he took a quick glance at each surrounding student. "Salutations." He held his sword to his side as he made a chivalrous swaying bow to the students. "I am a Grimm, not unlike the beasts you have been taught to fear and kill on sight. My name is Quiet, you may know me better as the wandering wielder of the Avalon longsword; all I ask of none of you in particular is for your strongest accompanied ally to step forward and face me in a fair fight; simply put, I'd like to see how much the generations have changed, thus I politely ask for a duel, if I may." He ended his speech by violently burrowing his sword into the ground and leaning against it. "A simple request is what I ask; I can wait as long as I have to."

Asa continued forward as he kept himself wrapped inside his current mindset, as the group began to come to a halt he slowed, looking around at everyone before a strange figure sprouted from the dust and scattered debris that settled in the area. His ears twitched before he turned his head "Huh?" he could hear the figure talking quite clearly but couldn't make out the face, making his way around the brushes and person,between teammate by faunus "Guys! Get- out- the-" jumping through and around everyone he stumbled ahead, jumping and landing on his feet "Way! Jeez~ you block the way if you stand like that, I'm trying to see who this is" Asa turned to him before a strange sensation waved over him. The appearance was Grim... Grim but disturbingly familiar, it caused his ears to shutter and pupils to dilate though he didn't back away in the slightest, he just stared "..." unknowing to the challenge he had just proposed himself towards he acted as if nothing was wrong with his position and stood without a sign of moving, his hands moving towards his sickles as the familiarity between him and the Grim was bewildering to him.

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Wither after retrieved her dagger stood back and watched Clover in awe, the carelessness she had for the grim being shown in every bullet before yet another met the ends of her wrath... yet, it wasn't dead, It suffer being pinned to on of the several tree's Clover's fury had met and unfortunate path down. Wither's eyes continued to connect with Clover, it was as she had first met her, the power of her weapon didn't let down when she used it and even shined through her fighting prowess. She was strong, undoubtedly strong, and Wither had only just met her minutes ago, what other skills she had waiting left the small spider girl in wonder and admiration, she didn't doubt clover for a second but to see her in action definitely add fuel to the fire... if not a scarily amount from her personality after still torturing the beast of hatred, but Wither even found something comforting about that to.

A crack brought Wither back to reality as she began to walk over and regroup with the other two, her attention still towards clover "... With that strength" her voice was almost monotone before smiling at Clover "You'll do amazing." she let the smile last a while before turning to Ragnarok and looking around his figure "..." she stayed silent and backed away from him again, preferring the still agonizing grim.

'Aww Thank you guys, you're so sweet!~" Clover said sweetly as her grip on her lance tightened for a moment and then she drove it further into the Grimm, twisting it until the Grimm stoped moving and ended up dying. She smiled and looked at the other two people who were with her, Wither and this mysterious stranger.

"I'm Clover by the way, and this here is Wither." Clover said, looking to Ragnarok and leaving the lance stuck in the tree as she stepped forwards and offered her hand, not even thinking about how this human would react to a faunus, though it wouldn't probably be negative considering he dd go out of his way to help them out. Sidling up beside Wither she sort of pushed her forwards to try and get her to say something as well. "Come on, don't be rude." She whispered with a pleasant look.

Being presented forward Wither slightly panicked from the contact, looking back to Clover before starring back forward to the new individual. The soft red-lilac blush returned to her face "Th-thank you..." she looked away from the male, her knee hitting one another as she played with her hand. It was strange being influenced by someone she knew, it gave her an obligation similar to her parents. She quickly glanced back at him before quickly looking back away, her hands spinning the dagger in her hand by a webbing fed directly from her hand, unlike Clover this person was completely new and they both had no clue about them at all... apart from him looking partially familiar? Hopefully not a stalker or anything of the type.

Just as she said thought so another familiar face appeared from the tree tops, Wither instantly pointed her daggers head at the girl before putting it down and waving them in apologies after, her aggressive nature causing wither to trip back a bit, not behind clover but beside her. She looked at her, the princess type of sorts? She wasn't too sure...

Trax felt his grip tighten on his pistol, "No need, my semblance gives me the advantage when fighting alone." He put a hand on Asa's head, "If we can't leave without a fight, Arany, take Asa and run back to Nichole and Ceasar. Can you handle that?" He asked Arany with a serious expression. Not waiting for answer, Trax stepped from the huddle and faced Quiet, "I am Nameless Trax, before I accept your challenge, is it possible for us to leave without crossing blades." As he spoke, Trax took out his shotgun, then swiped it to the side with a click that switched it to a black bladed katana. He still kept his pistol in his left hand, his piercing blue eyes seemed to grow more animal like, his semblance automatically reacting to the threat of fighting alone.

Ceasar stopped and frantically looked around, "What! He was just here wasn't he? Where'd he go?"

Ragnorak rubbed the back of his head with a smile, "Ah its no problem at all, I'm a glutton for being able to protect others." Then paused as the other girl appeared, he looked at her quizzically, "Uh no, I've seen these two young ladies, that'd be it. Anyway, my name is Ragnorak Earthfall, a pleasure to meet you all." He said addressing to all three after answering the new girls question.