Pint-Sized Henchman

Aldebaran Affliated Roleplay Blog for Neopolitan of RWBY. Will interact with indies but group rps take priority.

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Imitation is the best way to make a greeting

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Seeing such unexpected snow in an area that’s usually associated with tropical warm weather and sun is quite the oxymoron to behold. Thankfully the flurries falling isn’t hindering her personally, Neo finding herself to do quite alright in colder weather thanks to her outfit. As a matter of fact, she could say that flurries is actually rather pleasant as it casts things in a soft glow of white while the snow slowly piles on the ground. Here, the young woman takes a seat in an out of the way bench nestled between two shops along the strip. The area is partially shaded by the trees, however given that these ones are tropical, it makes for little protection against the falling snow. This is where Neo really wish she had her parasol if only to help further shield from the elements, among other things. A twitch of displeasure appears on her face after remembering that bit, only to disappear with a shake of her head. This isn’t what she came here for anyways, she came to the Sea of Nectar for relaxation, not for bitter realization at her situation.

And now she’s bored.

Neo taps her gloved hand on the top of her leg that’s crossed over the other, lazily people-watching as they walk by. A few of the passerby’s managed to catch her eye, mostly with their clothing styles. One of the good perks of seeing multiple strangers from far-off parts is that they all have rather nice fashion senses. Now her lips quirk up to a mischievous smile as she comes up with a game for herself. She maintains her reclining posture on the bench, foot steadily tapping in the air and her gaze focuses on a ‘target’. As soon as she does, she sets her Semblance to work. It happens in a matter of seconds, but soon glass-like shards coat her body and slowly descends from the top of her head to the bottom of her feet. The ‘transformation’ glamours her ‘new’ outfit over her old one, making it seem as if she was wearing the new set of clothes naturally. Neo looks at her ‘handiwork’ as soon as she finishes. She doesn’t get off her seat but she inspects herself with her holophone’s camera switched to selfie mode. If she likes what she sees, and especially if she thinks she looks better in it, she gives a nod of approval along self-satisfied smug smile. On the other hand, if she dislike what she sees, she makes a face and dispels her semblance to look back to normal and continues on.

Minutes pass by before Neo decides to up her own ante. Now instead of simply copying outfits, she tries to match hair color, style and eye colors to go along with it. Multi-colored eyes scan the vicinity until it lands on yet another passing individual. The person she chose seems of fairly easily to copy, red hair, gray eyes and a fairly simplistic outfit that reminds her of a laborer. Neo counts down as she has a few seconds before they pass by.

3...2...1

And she begins to change again. What she didn’t expect, or was lucky enough so far to not have happen is the person she was staring at to look her way mid-transformation. The surprise was enough to startle her, but not enough to stop her own transformation from completing. Well great...this is awkward. Neo finds herself staring at the very same woman she has finished mimicking and no doubt there was going to be some sort of questions thrown her way. Not exactly the most normal way of saying hi, but this current embarrassment isn’t enough to make her flee from her spot. No, instead she recomposes herself and throws a smile over the strangers way. 

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A Wild Rat Chase

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The Mare Crisium seems more like home to her than the tranquil woods she woke up to and currently calls her residence. While the gothic architecture and abandoned lots is still far from the urban sprawl she calls home, the scene of towering buildings and dark hidden alleyways give her a sense of familiarity. It’s one of the reasons she’s skulking about the shady parts in this side of the sea. The other reason she is here, is to investigate rumors she’s been hearing. The rats squeak and gossip amongst themselves about a certain ‘ruler’ that is currently hiding out somewhere in this Mare, an aptly named ‘rat king’.  This was the first time Neo has heard of any of these local denizens having any sort of ‘leader’ among them, the bears in Tranquility never mentioned anything about a leader of theirs in her stay. Interest piqued, she leads her own investigation about this rumor, keeping a slight skeptic thought in the back of her head regarding the Mare Crisium’s Denizes penchant for tricks. Still, it wasn’t as if she had anything better to do and in the long run, maybe meeting this supposed ‘Rat King’ could be beneficial towards this overall situation.

Light staccato steps lightly echo through the darkened alleyways of pavement. The dusk gives dim lighting around the area, though Neo could feel the impending darkness slowly loom over she gives a silent form of thanks that her phone can at least act as a light should the time come for it. She was not ready to end her expedition just yet. Heterochromic eyes scan the immediate area that’s in front of her. This scene very much reminds her of the doomed settlement project on Mt. Glen back at her home, with nothing but broken rubble and discarded trash, dumpsters opened and closed and wild shrubbery coming out of the side of buildings. Occasionally she would spot the wildlife scurrying about, and she poises herself to strike. Even if she doesn’t have her signature parasol, she still has martial ability to defend herself. What she expected was hostile creatures of Grimm to show up growling and prowling about, but instead she found normal wildlife scurrying about instead mostly leaving her alone. Neo relaxes, the tension visibly leaving her shoulders as she exhales. She mentally chides herself for working herself up for nothing, until she heard another noise from behind her.

Rapidly turning, Neo hitches her breath and her multicolored eyes change to a singular white as she tenses up to face whatever dared to sneak up on her. She spots a brown haired, scrawny person who may seem just as equally surprised to come across someone snooping around these darkened and nearly forgotten alleyways. There is a tense silence in the air as Neo wouldn’t move an inch until she gets a visual confirmation of what the other is doing. She hasn’t personally seen this figure before, and after what seems like an eternity passing, cautiously begins to sign at the stranger, still keeping a watchful eye. 

‘What are you doing here?’

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There are several… interesting characters in Lampadias, as he has learned this place is called. The word sits funny on his tongue. Lam-pa-di-as. It’s nothing like his native Ur-Noxian or the Common he speaks when traveling. He can’t help but wonder if it’s a word at all. 

The person in front of him is no different; he wonders if they’re a person at all. Mismatched hair, mismatched eyes, clothes seemingly designed by a high-end Demacian designer and yet he knows that this person isn’t even close to from the same place as he is. 

So he watches. And waits. And tries to understand.

Considering that for most of the time here, the flatmates of the Lampadias 8th floor seldom seemed to interact with one another. Whether it be personal preference or complete chance they missed one another, the time spent in this strange yet oddly comfortable living situation has been an idle haze.  Neopolitan can’t say, and really she can’t, that she would complain. Having basic necessities provided for you almost for free and not having to steal, scam or kill for is a gift that one shouldn’t look in the mouth. This also meant that Neo decides to take advantage of the mostly empty common room for her own uses. After taking some liberties to herself to rearrange some of the furniture in their shared living room, she has decided to occupy the space for her own exercise rituals. Simple stretches and warm ups eventually turned into more complex and advanced routines and poses. At some point during her routine, she seems to have gotten distracted with her holophone in mid-stretch. So distracted in fact, that she barely notices the immediate invasion of said comfort being felt in the form of the sensation of being watched. She looks up from her current position in mild surprise, causing her mismatched eyes to turn into the same shade of brown. Currently, her entire upper body is balanced up and supported up by her forearms. Her lower body, now suspended in the air is in the middle of a vertical split, making her coat tails touch the top of her head. Well...this is most certainly the one of the most awkward ways to be found, but no more stranger than being stared at for a lengthy period of time. Once her surprise dies down, Neo continues to stare back in an increasingly awkward silence at the young gentleman, taking in his appearance and posture. He looks like he’s ready to jump at any sudden movement. His brown eyes are sharp as a hawk watching her as if she’s grown a second head. Granted, seeing anyone stretching their body in pretzel like positions will make one want to stare perplexed.

Neopolitan briefly looks down to her holophone to pull up the gentleman’s name, Talon du Couteau, her neighbor. She presses on the message button and proceeds to type out, still in her pretzel position.

[Text] Do you need anything or do I have something on my face?

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Then the Librarian died

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Smoke and Mirrors

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It’s one thing to remember yourself flying to your own death but its also another to wake up in a forest with no memory or any sort of injuries. Whatever circumstances lay, she was alive now and that’s all what would matter. At least that’s what she would estimate Roman would say. Unfortunately, she couldn’t find her ginger haired, snarky partner-in-crime anywhere around her. No Roman Torchwick anywhere, not even when she typed his name in the holophone’s search function. No boss, no weapon. This sense of uncomfortable vulnerability begets unease and goosebumps on her arms. Neo shakes off the negativity, wouldn’t want to attract the Grimm, even if it seems there were no Grimm around to begin with. Regardless, the small woman goes to walk off the train towards the Sea of Crises platform, while staying inside the station. Right now, she needs a survival plan, and if that plan entitled her to do dirty jobs then so be it.

The young mute doesn’t care to be hindered by the sandstorms raging outside, but she does try to take care to not be so inconspicuous. Her appearance is attention grabbing by far, with the multi-colored hair and stark white coat. She doesn’t particularly care to be bothered by anyone either, so Neopolitan finds herself a mostly empty wall to stand against, far from the foot traffic. Her attention rests on her holophone, browsing through the Sea of Crises bulletin board. She downloaded an app that mostly dealt in searching for work or one could put a request for work up, which is exactly what she begins to type up.

[Header] Seeking work along the line of bodyguard or hired muscle. You need someone beat up? I got you covered. Have other ‘specialties’.

A cheesy enough title that makes her heterochromic eyes roll, but it was straight to the point. Hopefully she’ll even get a bite.

Blip

Oh...well that was quick.

A glance down at the reply reveals that she indeed score a hit. An interested member requesting a meeting at an out of sight dive somewhere in the city. That’s her first hint of good luck so far. Neo inputs her acceptance and with some playing around, she manages to get the coordinates of the location. Time to set out and brave any impending sandstorms. She really wishes she could get her parasol back. Now, its go time.

Neo steps aside to the nearby alleyway, checking her surroundings for any wandering eyes before she decides to activate her Semblance. Her small stature and youthful features make it hard for her to end up in these hubs, but with a disguise, she would at least feel comfortable walking around in unfamiliar territory. Closing her eyes, she conjures a clear image of what she wants her appearance to take on. Slowly, shattered prism-like particles float from the bottom of her feet, making its slow ascent up to the rest of her body. The effect gives off barely a hint of light in this covered area and no sounds to give away her location either. In a few minutes, her transformation is complete and she looks at herself to inspect the outcome.  Her usual neopolitan appearance changed drastically to a more monochrome color-scheme; her multi-colored hair is now just a plain long black done in simple twin-tail style held by white ribbons. Signature heterchromic eyes now changed to a simple green hue. She wears a sleeveless black blouse with white frills decorated on the chest with matching frilled color and a black ribbon.  Along with the blouse, she wears a black knee-length skirt-short combo fastened by a white belt. Her accessories include medium black armbands cutting off around the forearm, white leg-warmers and a pair of black shoes.

She nods to herself in approval.

The walk to the meeting point went by uneventful thankfully, taking a few minutes from the station to meet up to the venue.

An old colleague once said,

‘If one wants to get to know a city, ask the rats.’

Turns out that phrase was taken more literately than rhetorically in this part of town. There are literal rats running this place, and not just humanoids with rat features like those belonging to the Faunus race back at Remnant, but actual..talking...rats.

Right…

Well, with some convincing half-truths she managed to get the staff to believe that she was meeting someone here so she could stay, as well as wait out the intermittent sandstorms that seem to plague this town. Her newly green gaze scan the pub patrons for any sign of what her potential client could be. She pulls out her holophone and begins to send out a text message, indicating her arrival.

[Text] I’m here. Are you?

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