Death, Flames, and Waves

"Everyone has a different reason for what they choose...What is yours..?" [Multimuse RP blog for three OCs from the RWBY 'verse. Read about and Rules. Mun reserves the right to be selective.]

[flamesofdeceit-blog]

♐ —- She nodded, letting out a shaky breath. "I’ve been…trying to keep myself calm. They’re attracted to negative emotions after all…" Amber eyes glanced over her shoulder as she continued. "I suppose I was simply looking for another village. Somewhere safe to hide until this blows over…. If this blows over."

[deathflameandwaves]

☥ —"If you're looking for somewhere to stay..." The tone was hesitant, "I can show you somewhere safe. My Aunt won't deal with HUMANS." The term was spat, his voice hissing darkly, "But if you're just looking for somewhere to go...I know a place"  It was clear that he and his family...well, the two Faunus that were here, were not exactly amicable to the idea of people, but he would humor her.  Something about the woman was...interesting, though he couldn't explain it.  Ammit yipped happily beside him, trotting to dance around the woman's feet, leaking fluid slightly, as scrap was prone to do.

[flamesofdeceit-blog]

♐ —- "Apologies, but I simply cannot do as you ask." She sighed softly, her mind wandering to the various excuses she could use. How about….? "The Kingdom of Vale has been overrun by Grimm. I was close enough to the edge of the city to run." She sighed softly, her hands coming up to grip her arms, as if seeking some form of comfort. “I’m sorry if I’ve intruded.”

[deathflameandwaves]

☥ —His eyes soften for a moment, the crudely made weapon dropping to his side as a little robot mutt trotted over to his feet. The creature was small, seeming to be a cross between a crocodile, lion, and dog...roughly forged together from scrap metal, "....Grimm."

[deathflameandwaves]

cigarsandclay

ð--  Ah, the city in the daytime! So pleasant, even if fashion faux-pas littered the streets. Humming idly to herself, Rjoda found herself idly wondering if there was anything worth seeing today. Thus far? Not so.

[deathflameandwaves]

jaune-chevalier

ð— There was something to be said for visiting her alma-mater. Something about coming back to the school that made her feel...all warm and fuzzy inside. Smiling idly, Rjoda was just walking the halls, for now, her cloak fluttering about her ankles, combat skirt gracing her knees, hair loose from its usual tight braids.  Distracted, it wasn't until the Huntress ran into him that she noticed him, stumbling back slightly, "Oh!  Hey there!  I didn't see you~!"

[deathflameandwaves]

redorschach

ð-- There was one woman you did NOT mess with. That would be Rjoda Valkyrie. The girl's fingers were twirling her spear idly in her hand, the Huntress on a mission, more for her own amusement more than anything. What other reason was there~?  Gold hair was done up in an intricate style, orange eyes watching the area for anything...out of the ordinary.  Hm.  What would come of this....Something good, hopefully.

[flamesofdeceit-blog]

♐ —- Cinder had been wandering outside of Vale; never very far away, but far enough that other villages would begin to pop up. But then she saw something. Or, rather… Someone. Carefully, she approached. She needed to ensure that they were not hostile before she actually engaged them. The boy was most prominent; however, and thus the focus of her attention.

♐ —- And soon enough, she was the focus of his. Stepping out from her shadowed place among the trees, her hands raised. "I am simply a wanderer, much like yourself." Her voice was soft, her motions nonthreatening. She did not want to hurt him. Not unless she had to. He was too…interesting. "And I was simply..wandering this way."

[deathflameandwaves]

☥ — Her voice was calm, but a calm tone meant nothing. He had someone to protect, and his fur on his ears stood on end slightly.  The boy wasn't entirely sure if she truly wasn't a threat, especially with his off-kilter aunt hidden in the forest she'd just come from, "People who say they're not a threat are often liars."  It was obvious that the sixteen year old was protecting something.  If she persisted to stay here, he'd call Ammit over.  Perhaps his little robot would be useful.  Sure, the little mixed-breed mechanical creature was made of spare bits and pieces but...He functioned well, "Wander the other way."

[deathflameandwaves]

flamesofdeceit

☥ -- Dark eyes watched her, narrowing slightly as he studied this woman.  He wasn't entirely sure where he and his Aunt were now, the woman off at the brook about a mile up the way if his ears were right.  Black Jackal ears flicked against ebony hair as Khemet finally spoke, his speech halting, cold, "Who are you."  A bone khopesh slipped into his hand, as he tried to come off as imposing, "And what do you want?"