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{ OF STRENGTH ·}:

No longer does Yang have the instinct to arm herself when she realizes who is standing in front of her. Ember Celica remains in its dormant state as she stares back at the woman she’d once longed to meet, once thought she wanted to meet more than anything. She’s grown since then; she’s learned. She knows that the woman before her is nothing that she had imagined she was as a lonely child missing two mothers.

`It’s not my fault that you abandoned me.` Part of her still wants to say it out loud, to declare it where Raven will hear her truth. But she knows better than to rely on her for affirmation by now.

”You’re right,” she says instead, simply. Her gaze is blank; she should have known Raven would come here, more desperate and pathetic than anyone. There’s no anger to muster up, only exactly the emotion her mother expected. And maybe something softer, something she doesn’t want to acknowledge. Because if she can’t be angry, she’ll be damned if she doesn’t at least stand her ground in this way. ”You are just another disappointment. I guess you just couldn’t run far enough away.”

By no means discombobulating, the trenchant affront doesn't solicit a pugnacious outburst. Inconspicuously, it magnifies the somber frown that already tugs at her lips. Once recalcitrant and fervent, the fires of indignation that roared within her cannot be reinvigorated at present. She's already been objectionably vulnerable - egregiously exposed - in the presence of this doughty youth and neither have forgotten. At least, around one who's fruitfully rendered it to shreds, there's no reclaiming that aloof air of vainglory that she meticulously crafted. When it would be far too transparent, there's no point in attempting to resuscitate it. Battered and beleaguered, the mortal heart that she's not devoid of cannot withstand the onslaught of caustic barbs that she'd undoubtedly be subjected to were she to heedlessly linger here. Not when they're coming from her. So, she prudently resolves not to. Despite an inane impulse to quarrel - to thoughtlessly fight fire with fire, she simply emits an audible sigh. Were she not clinging to an external facade of equanimity, 'twould be a tremulous breath.

❝ From a certain perspective, it looks that way, doesn't it? ❞

Cerise eyes looking away from amethyst ones, she proceeds to walk around the intrepid adolescent - to determinedly pass her by. No utterances depart from her unpredictable lips as she does so.

#emberfists #{ no worries!! always take your time. }#{ she's just defused. like really defused right now. }

{ OF HOPE ·}:

‘ if that’s what you think, then you don’t know me & my family as well as you think you do. ‘ the venom ‘pon her tongue shocks even herself, words bitter & sticky & difficult to release no matter how true she felt they were. a rose oft hides its thorns behind the beauty of its petals & such would always be an advantage against those who thought them innocuous. her eyes, steeled, drift away from the fiery gaze. ‘ of course i want peace. that’s all i’ve ever wanted for my family, for the friends i care about —- but wishing away the hardships that come with earning that peace wouldn’t make me as strong as i am right now. ‘

rose mirrors the other’s sigh as their eye contact brakes & ruby shifts weight from her back foot to her front, balancing herself instead of remaining on the verge of attack. it’s not as though she truly wants to attack raven, especially after the situation they’ve found themselves in, but she could never be sure who would & would not betray her good nature, her civility towards those she thought to be somewhat deserving. it wouldn’t be smart to make an enemy of her here. ‘ just because i’m civil doesn’t mean i forgot what you did at haven. i already gave you a chance you didn’t want to take, & i’m not giving you that chance with me again, but fighting with you now would just make everything more difficult. there’s bigger things we need to deal with. ‘

Fortunately, it appears. Prudent diplomacy cannot veil the roiling ire that has set this multifaceted floret afire. While the youth's equanimity was indeed bemusing and capable of inadvertently exacerbating sentiments best left neglected, this scathing acrimony is something that the elder has more or less grown desensitized to. She knows to expect deprecating glances and censorious affronts from certain individuals. Though unassuaged fatigue certainly doesn't desert feminine physiognomy, an acidulous smirk flagrantly forms upon venturous lips. Indomitable resolve reinvigorated by the nettlesome presumptuousness and erroneous assertions of this plucky teen, she purposively resumes looking at the petite female. It's with an unflagging - an unassailable - vehemence that she acknowledges the juvenile's mordacity. ❝ Funny, I don't recall claiming to know you. There's a difference between learning from observation and familiarizing yourself with someone through interaction. Kind of like you making assumptions in the dark about my actions and interests. If you actually believe you understand everything about HAVEN and the people involved - including myself, then you really are NAIVE. ❞

Despite abhorring the perdurable gelidity of this uncultivable wasteland, she's far away from the primary source of her ineluctable inquietude. In this new world, no longer is she tormented by the noccuous existence of maleficence's personification. Rather than spend this invaluable opportunity facing astringent vilification, she'd like to savor this heartening feeling of liberation from the shackles of unfeigned trepidation and construct a new life for herself. Especially now that she's undeniably bereft of all that she's ever known. It's precisely the reason why the notion of partaking in a quarrel with this circumspect altruist holds no appeal. Though unconcealed sardonicism coats her tongue, there's not much of a BITE to her pithy utterances. ❝ Then, shouldn't you be off with your friends using your STRENGTHS to hatch some plan to resolve your bigger problems ? By all means, don't let ME get in your way. ❞

#scythewielding #{ oh! i totally got confused since i think i saw another isola group member write with your indie. >.< }#{ but that's definitely a relief to know that i wrote you the right starter on my isola raven rather than an in group starter. }#{ i'm glad to be writing with you too in more environments!! i'm very interested in seeing where things go with them here. }#{ she's just yeah right now. i feel like if my blog were a house i'd have a sign warning people about the bitter tea to be found here. }#{ she's bitter and tired. }

{ OF LEADERSHIP ·}:

ever the reminder of what once was, even here. the unwilling ghost of summer rose which haunts those even she wishes to spare; whether it was meant as a kindness or a cruelty was yet to be determined. one cannot help the traits they carry on from a parent, & ruby certainly would neither deny herself nor apologize for expressing morals she wholly believes in, whether they aligned with her late mother or not. ‘ raven. ‘

her greeting is curt, stiffer than she would have liked it to be, though ruby supposed she doesn’t owe raven any kind sentiments after the last time they faced each other, no matter how brief it had been. her frame straightens to her full height - not that it gives her any sort of advantage, it’s more so to appear sturdier to the eye - steeled gaze unwavering. ‘ i —- i don’t know why i ended up here exactly, but i’ve been thinking a lot about it & i have some kind of idea. it must be the same for both of us if you’re here too. ‘

She's genuinely curious about the conjectures that arose during the adolescent's sessions of exhaustive rumination, but not enough to enquire about them posthaste. It's likely the doughty ROSE doesn't even feel inclined to apprise her of such information. Deliberately, she gives a solitary nod. ❝ You're not WRONG. If what I've figured out about this place is right, we both have a longing for something. I'm willing to bet you wanted something more than the hand you were dealt in REMNANT. From what I know OF you, I'm sure it boils down to happiness. Maybe even peace. ❞

An irremediable sort begotten by years of arduous experiences - an ineluctable kind that cannot be alleviated by the nights of vivifying slumber that have eluded her for longer than she'll ever recall, enervation becomes conspicuous upon her pallid countenance. Expelling an audible sigh that further betrays that infernal lassitude, she looks to unfamiliar skies. ❝ You know, this - whatever this is - doesn't feel RIGHT. All things considered, you're being far more civil than I imagined you'd be and it's making this harder. ❞ Ineffably harder, but she's not about to admit that aloud. Even while compunction beleaguers her, she cannot wittingly forsake her own hubris.

#scythewielding #{ you're very welcome!! ^.^ }#{ i kind of facepalmed because i just realized you're also in isola. }#{ like i totally wrote you a starter on my isola raven for your isola ruby without realizing. XD }

{ OF MISFORTUNE ·}:

Wow. The goddess of this place really has it out for him, huh?

Qrow’s eyes widen the first time Raven enters his line of sight, but schools his expression into something much more cold. Right. Alright fine, she’s here. He’s been hoping he’d never have to face her again, especially in a world where part of him has to admit she was right. Being sober while seeing her is bad enough.

Trembling arms only further the appearance of the bird bristling as she steps forward. Of course she knows why her brother would be here. Despite their ‘rough’ relationship (putting it way too mildly) she’s always been able to see through parts of him he’d rather she wouldn’t. So it’s with a heavy dose of mockery and a small bit of venom behind his smile that the Hunstman replies:

“I’m sure you could, Raven.”

To anyone who really knows him, his wish is obvious. As for her own, he really doesn’t find it in him to care and dig deeper beyond ‘strength’ or ‘power’. She’s always wanted more of that.

“Heh, but that’s where you’re wrong. I *don’t* want to fight you,” Qrow continues, false smile dissolving back into something as icy as their surroundings. “And, as I’m sure you’ll be thrilled to find out, my ‘hope’ died a while back.”

“Shame you weren’t here to see it yourself, I know.”

From confuting her presuppositions - from controverting her presumptions, does he glean gratification? Does it satisfy him to hear himself assert that she's sorely mistaken? When fueled by an acidic rancor, such contentment can only prove fleeting. Ne'er fond of sharing, acrimony inevitably corrodes pleasure until no vestiges of that diluted delight can be clung to. Loathsome as it is, this truth - one that she prudently ensured to commit to memory long ago - is utterly ineradicable. It's precisely the reason why she can be bemused neither by the precipitate evanescence of his virulent smile nor the subsequent appearance of an inhospitable gelidity upon his masculine visage. So, it's with an irreverent roll of cerise eyes that she acknowledges his inane rejoinders. ❝ That’s where you’re wrong, little brother. Hearing you admit that I was right would bring me the smallest bit of satisfaction, but watching your hope wither away WOULDN’T have pleased me. ❞ There's no mendacity to be discerned in her voice. Unabashedly trenchant as it is, her candor is completely guileless. She's unequivocally disinterested in fabricating false pretenses - in constructing what would be an unnecessary facade. Despite innumerable attempts to asphyxiate it - to expel it right from her convoluted heart, an unfeigned solicitude lingers within.

Still, neither politesse nor benignity are things that she's known to possess. When faced with truculence from others like she is now, she's especially inclined to demonstrate a callousness exacerbated by her innate defensiveness. She holds no regard for the sensitivities of those who seek to vilify, censure, and disparage her. Truly, why should she? ❝ That said, I’m CURIOUS. What caused it to GO UP IN FLAMES? Though, all things considered, I suppose it would be more appropriate to say freeze over. ❞

#crookedqrow #{ no worries!! the bitterness is both strong with him and totally understandable. }#{ you're very welcome. ^.^ }

( @scythewielding ) ♥ ( X )

So doughty and conscientious, the juvenescent lionheart is certainly not unlike her intrepid sibling. Both are corporeal reminders of less arduous times - times best left forgotten. Alas, what SHOULD BE is seldom WHAT IS. Despite creditable efforts, she cannot efface indelible memories of a lamented ROSE and a gregarious huntsman from her convoluted mind. Now more than ever before, she sees both valiant altruists in this petite huntress she once spurned. She's unnerved, disgruntled, and irrefutably contrite all at once as she warily regards the gallant adolescent.

Although an ethereal frown is affixed to the elder female's capricious lips rather than a truculent scowl, the expression upon her alabaster visage is ultimately an indecipherable one meant to veil incongruous sentiments. ❝ As IMPERFECT as it was, I always believed it held light in it for SOME. Though, I suppose you showed up here because you were just following your lights. I take it you found them? ❞

#scythewielding #{ gently places this here. ^.^ }#{ thank you for liking the call! }

( @wintresse ) ♥ ( X )

Although inherently disinclined to articulate exploitable vulnerabilities, there's a difference 'tween doing so and divulging antipathies. Sure, that mutable line can become indiscernible at times, but it's ordinarily prominent enough for the irascible solitudinarian to feel comfortable doing the latter. ❝ Even if it makes hot drinks taste better, I've never been fond of cold weather. Given your name, the natural assumption would be that you can't say the same. ❞ A frivolous smirk tugs at her lips. ❝ but I'm rarely one to assume. ❞

#wintresse #{ gently places this here. ^.^ }#{ thank you for liking the call! }#{ i figure we can do something based on what we've already discussed. i need more things like this. XD }

( @emberfists ) ♥ ( X )

The UNMISTAKABLE presence of a certain stouthearted adolescent with kunzite eyes capable of deprecating with a mere withering glance is befuddling. From a conscientious sibling to altruistic friends, the perilous world from whence the venturesome blonde came offered her MUCH. What is it about this inhospitable wasteland that could have enticed her?

Regardless, palpable bemusement aside, the abstruse elder finds herself daunted and even somewhat petrified by the inexorability of an encounter with the resilient youth. Left abashed and terribly contrite in the wake of their last, she finds herself rendered nonplussed at present. Though she'd rather flee ( and oh how she abhors that timorousness within herself ), she willfully refrains from doing so. Whilst ineluctable apprehension causes garnet eyes to avoid meeting her progeny's lilac ones, a discernible frown tugs at unpredictable lips. Her hubris revolts at the uninhibited candor with which she acknowledges the lionheart, but she still speaks.

❝ I thought about what would happen if we ever crossed paths again. No matter how many times I did, I never managed to find the right words. Even now - even HERE in a place I never expected to see you, I can't find them. I imagine it's just another disappointment to you. ❞

#emberfists #{ gently places this here. ^.^ }#{ thank you for liking the call! }

M’kay, I’m back from the convention and online for a little bit. I’ll be catching up a little on things ( such as starters I still have to post ) until I call it a night. Hope everyone had a good weekend!

#{ out of distaste }

Just a quick FYI I’ll also be reblogging on Rey, but I’m out of town now until Sunday night since I’m vacationing for a somewhat local anime con. I’ll be catching up on things when I get back.

#{ out of distaste }#(( &PSA. ))

( @machineri ) ♥ ( X )

There's no mistaking masculine physiognomy. ❝ GENERAL. ❞ His presence elicits an unceremonious nod of acknowledgement from the idiosyncratic personage. Although one to flagrantly contravene ordinances and perpetuate criminality, she's not utterly incapable of wielding decorum in conversing with those who care for it. Yet, she's inclined to dispense with piddling niceties as there's an appreciable difference 'tween cordiality and genteelness. She loathes the shameless pretentiousness that customarily afflicts affluent individuals. ❝ I wouldn't expect to see someone with your title in a place like this. I take it a change of scenery isn't what brought you here. ❞ Surely a bit of jesting won't hurt.

#machineri #{ gently places this here. ^.^ }#{ thank you for liking the call! }

( @crookedqrow ) ♥ ( X )

Upon espying her obstinate sibling, a miscellany of turbulent sentiments awakens within her. Astonishingly, the most vociferous among the lot is apprehension. Nearly eclipsed by her own simmering indignation, her reluctance to become embroiled in another inane quarrel refuses to go undetected. She's remarkably tempted to turn on foot and feign ignorance of his conspicuous presence. Yet, 'twould merely be the response of a timorous fool and she'll not demean herself in such a fashion before her younger twin.

Instead, an ethereal smirk forms upon capricious lips as she willfully refrains from taking a more convenient path. ❝ So, you wound up here too. This hardly seems like your scene, but I can imagine what brought you to this wasteland. ❞ Perhaps a fervent desire to liberate himself from his troublesome misfortune. ❝ If you're hoping for another fight, I suggest you let your hope die here and now. ❞

#crookedqrow #{ gently places this here. ^.^ }#{ thank you for liking the call! }

( @cudgel ) ♥ ( X )

Incontrovertibly bemused by this flummoxing situation is the uncongenial personage. Although she abhors sunny weather, torridity is certainly better than gelidity. Without a libation of a hot nature to gingerly nurse, nimble digits feel terribly bereft when nipped at by frigid winds. Yet, perpetually inclined to conceal exploitable vulnerabilities, she permits a blithe and diminutive smirk to adorn her lips - to veil her discomfort.

With his fulvous hair and the eye of his that it doesn't obscure, he seems... FAMILIAR somehow. At the same time, she's quite certain that their paths have ne'er before entwined. Odd, is it not? ❝ When you've seen countless impossibilities become realities, the feeling of surprise becomes a STRANGER never to be heard from again. Even so, the thought of a single wish managing to expel someone from their world seems absurd, doesn't it? ❞

#cudgel #{ gently places this here. ^.^ }#{ thank you for liking the call! }

With that, here’s a STARTER CALL. Gently tap that heart for a thing that’s small to medium in length.

#(( &STARTER CALL. ))#eido rp ad

RAVEN BRANWEN // RWBY

✿ Bandit queen who's committed far too many acts of theft to remember each one. ✿ A wild storm that arrived to rain on your parade. ✿ Keeps the edge realer than real and considers herself a realist despite coming across as a pessimist. ✿ The odds of seeing her genuinely smile are almost as bad as those of winning the lotto. ✿ A Cheshire Cat type of character who's likely to inconvenience both sides on a battlefield. ✿ An accomplished fighter who likes being perceived as unpredictable.

#eido musetro #(( &ABOUT THE MUSE. ))

Evening everyone! Quick intro since I'm new to the group. My name is Amanda, and I joined the group because @wintresse told me about it. I'm the mun behind the group's Rey ( SW ) and the group's Raven. I have several accounts on Tumblr ( most of which are affiliated with another group known as Isola ) that I try to keep up with when I'm not at work or doing various other offline things like cosplaying, acting, running around at Disneyland or Universal Studios, and hosting community pages on other social media sites. I look forward to getting started here!

#{ out of distaste }

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