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

Quiet took on an abnormally awkward looking stance that looked both strange and painful. He tilted his head inquisitively at Trax's sudden grin, "Something humorous?" A small hint of concern in his voice, hard to hear yet very much apparent. His skull returned to it's normal fixation on Trax's face, something resembling laughter coming from the Grimm's maw, "Now I get it. You're planning something; something you think'll end this fight. Some sort of special move, am I right?" He reverted his posture to his natural one, shoving his sword into the soil, casually walking closer to Trax, crossing his arms as he stopped exactly 3 meters away from him.

"Show it to me."

Trax felt an itch to attack now, but held back his excitement, "I'm just a little excited is all, step inside my circle, and I'll show you." He challenged darkly.

Asher followed behind the guard,, yawning as he walked with them as he was tired, having woken up rather recently comparatively, and getting dressed pretty much right before he had to go out. No rest for the wicked as they tend to have a lot of clients calling them about doing something very very bad. Asher pushed open the door to the 'boss'' room and walked in with a rather blank expression on his face, looking rather disheveled from the way he was dressed to even just his gait. His buttons were mismatched and there was a small hole in the knee of his pants. "So you're my mysterious caller?" He asked and remained silent, looking about the room, holding onto his sword and admiring the quality of the room.

Apologies for my absence, each time I mean to post I fail to.

Montecristo  

Yeah, I wish they could have been as well. I'm glad I wasn't the only one, If the RWBY fandom has taught me anything it's definitely the strange logic of character shipping.

Watching Ragnarok point to her being the odd one out wither stepped back wither staggering footsteps, her eyes showing a emotion of rejection as she looked down at her map piece. Looking over to clover her eyes fell again in a strange loneliness, so much had been similar but the one thing that possibly mattered the most "..." she felt a cold brush run under her hair before looking back up, Grimm would feed off her emotion if she continued her meaningless sulking. Looking back up she gave clover a small shrug of her shoulder with the best smile she could muster, her shoulders raising with a soft fall as she put her map away frantically to keep her mind from off the subject, she wasn't sure where the rest of her team may have been if nobody here was part of it, and considering as much they should probably get going soon anyway, wasn't it a race of some sort?

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Asa turned to Arnay, watching him before he rolled his eyes in their break of a conversation "And once again~ I'm just a person..." he laughed playfully "No significance beyond that." his ears twitched as he continued to watch Trax, in fact it seemed that he had gotten the second strike to make some sort of contact "... hm. There you go Traxy!" he said as a smile spread onto his face, thought it was hard to see through the clouds his ears and minimal sight pieced together a scene of what he thought was going on "... wait." Asa quickly looked around "Uh. huh..." he said as he brushed the back of his head "I guess we lost the others." he had yet to taken into account the others were his team, and turned back to watching the battle continue to develop before him, little worry in his character.

Quiet chuckled, raising his empty hands. "Have at me then. I'm ready when you are." His posture assumed an offering gesture. "I'm unarmed and unprepared, this is your chance.

Go all out, Nameless Trax."

Ragnorak made no sudden moves, but took a defensive stance, “All of you, get behind me, now.” He ordered sternly, his mind in Protection mode, this was a creature they’d have very little chance of defeating. “This is one head of a Hydra, if another shows up, run as fast as you can.”

Trax felt his aura pulse, in a moment of self awareness, he saw his circle of reach widen. The movement was fast and swift, as he drew his katana with a single forward lung, holding down the ice dust trigger on his swords scabbard. In the blink of an eye, Trax sliced past Quiets right side, opening a large gash, and leaving an icy formation sticking out from the wound. Icy Dust clouds hung around Quiet, as if waiting for a signal. Trax slid his katana back into the scabbard, and once he clicked it safely down, the icy dust clouds exploded in a wintery storm. One seen for miles.

Ragnorak looked to his left, seeing the dust explosion in what seemed like a winter storm, “That way, gathering with other Students, we can better fight this thing.”

Ally’s ears twitched and she looked in the direction of a white cloud, “Dust? A student must be in a tough fight, lets head that way.” She told Gwyn cheerfully.

Stryker lifted his great sword onto his shoulder, “I sense a coming storm, and I have a feeling that icy Dust storm, is the rally signal.” He said as he started heading towards dust blast.

Ceasar walked up next to Asa and Arany, “I gotta say, that was actually pretty cool, you got a pretty cool Brother Asa.” He then planted a hand on Asa’s head, “So don’t run off again you little fox, we’re your Teammates, so quit messing around will ya!” He yelled over exaggeratedly.

The attack literally annihilated Quiet, destroying his body in it's entirety, only his skull drifting down to the ground he once stood on atop the ice particles. The legendary sword Avalon laid dormant for the first time in a millennia. But something felt...off.

Wither looked back up upon hearing Ragnarok, though she felt fine she had in fact zoned out from the realization. Looking up she saw the grim beast, before feeling a rush of action come over her, she glanced at the male of the group confused, Hydra? It looked like those snake Grimm, though they weren't as native to the part of Vale she knew. Regardless she ran forward, putting her daggers away as she instead went for her throwing daggers, toxin flooding into their handles, she could by a bit more time for them if it was going to be such a threat, and at least as a team they could get going and find their last member. Running at the beast Wither jumped up, her hands filled with webbing before she swung the quad full force around it, the only thing she didn't account for was the nerve wracking warning of a scream, that wasn't native to the snake grim.

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Asa watched Trax the best he could before a sharp movement sent out a rush of a frozen cloud "Ahhh!" Asa threw his hands up, blocking his face and eyes as the rush of cold particles came flying at him, behind him his tail flicked back out as the passing breeze slowly tickles his aura, in turn tickling him. As it settled he put his arms and tail down, trying his best to look ahead at Trax and only Trax "..." he blinked before standing up higher to notice a large sword in the ground ".. What?" As tilted his head in confusion before he heard someone talking to him, being tapped on the head causing him to jump and turn around, scooting away in a instant "Hey! I told you to keep your hands off me! Pervert!" Asa growled at Ceaser, his hands down at his side, then he heard a loud noise, it almost shook him "..." reaching for his sickles he began to smile "Oh~ Finally!" he bashed them together, his canines showing "Do we have some competition" his translucent tail began to swing behind him as he leaned forward.

Ragnork grabbed the back of Wither’s collar, with his other arm around Clover, then started chasing after Olivia. “Nows not the time Lass!” He told her as he jumped over a log, which was turned to splinters seconds later by the giant Grimm giving chase.

Trax sheathed his sword and looked back at the sword, eyeing it with narrowed eyes. He looked up as the roar sounded, “Looks like got something bigger coming this way.... you going to join, or rest a bit longer?” He asked out loud. Ceasar shrugged, “I guess I can take part, pretty sure that roar sounded like its gonna be pretty fun.” He said cheerfully. Trax glanced at him crossly, “I wasn’t talking to you.”