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@lernaean-regrets
“And so we’ve reached the crescendo of this act. How will you fare on your third trial? I’m afraid your foes have quite the good hand this time, but its never too late for a reversal now is it?”
“So dance. Struggle and claw your way through. Shine and burn out like a glorious star until your fate has been revealed.”
@prismaticbrave
He stood in absolute silence before the stone monument. There were many just like this one. You could find them in any city across Remnant, names carved into stone and laid to rest. A tribute to the fallen.
This one was long, at least an acre, perhaps even longer then that. It contained no flair, no flags, only names. Only one war created so many names, the greatest conflict in Remnant’s history.
“Tell me, do you know what the greatest sin one can commit in warfare is?” he posed without warning.
Vin was caught off guard by the question asked of him. His usual energetic disposition faded as he realised there was no point in acting. There was something about the man that stood before the monument. Vin could tell that this wasn’t someone he could risk being foolish around. Yet, no, would he even bother? He could just be his wary old self and leave and be done with it, however, he sure was curious.
His cheerful smile turned into a more rueful one, “Cowardice? A lack of purpose? Perhaps the inability to follow through?” He let out a strained laugh, “As if I would really know. I’m just some kid at the end of the day,” Vin shrugged, “Still, I suppose an answer is better than none. At least I bothered to try.” He sounded a little bitter, but that was just how he tended to sound.
“My my” It seems he picked up a moody type today. Well that was fine perhaps this would be a good opportunity for them both.
“I’m afraid that won’t do at all!” he turned around and shook his head and finger in unison. “Being open minded is quite a virtue however it will not do to sound so defeated in your answer!”
“Now again, face your uncertainty with dignity!”
Vin’s eyes briefly flashed with excitement, he was fascinated by this man’s energy it flipped a switch, “You are curious.” He muttered, wondering why he was being questioned so. Still, he felt a sense of drive, but not from Vin himself, no. Vin was in some way still searching for his own purpose. He could feel his own heart race as his mind quickly went from thought to thought: drive, purpose, obsession, teammates. He became completely overwhelmed, and in his opinion, he was overwhelmed in a good way.
He chuckled. His breathing grew laboured. He thought about his answer, and spoke, “You want me to answer with dignity?” He asked, panting. He laughed a little more, “The greatest sin: cowardice, lack of purpose,” He repeated himself, a bit slowly so as to not run out of breath.
“But you know what?” He clutched his chest, heart beating fast as he clung to his own erratic thoughts: drive, purpose, obsession, teammates, “In a world this fucking shitty, where people are so content with themselves they just don’t bother, there are people with purpose! They’re so driven to live and get up after a fall and push themselves beyond limits time and time again even when they’re faced with death,” Vin’s thoughts shifted to his teammates and he shuddered with a sense of pleasure, “They are so greedy with ambition it’s fascinating!” Vin paused, not wanting to get carried away further, “If such things as cowardice are the greatest sin, then I think drive and purpose are the greatest ecstasy.”
Vin turned away and closed his eyes “Sorry,” He breathed out, “I got very carried away with my answer,” He shuddered once more, relishing in the pleasure from the sort of high he put himself in.
The masked man was silent, making absolutely sure the young man was done. And then, “EXCEEEEELEEEENT!” he exploded in glee.
“With an answer like that, there is no need to question or even ask for confirmation. No matter what this is a truth you’ve buried inside. Protect it with all you’ve got!” The young man had gone above and beyond with his answer. This was no longer a discussion of what it means to fight or duty but wonderfully escalated into a talk of life itself!
He clasped Vin’s shoulder, and pulled him closer, his eyes shining with a pale light.
“Tell me my young friend. What is your drive then? For what purpose are you living for?” he wanted to know. He HAD to know.
I’d probably get Himmel.
(OOC: Kirisi and Cato belong to @the-noir-sturm-hunters)
Kirisi: Why is Tsubaki crying?
Laura: She just took one of those “Which RWBY OC Are You?” quizzes.
Kirisi: Oh man, who’d she get?
Cato (from out of nowhere): Me!
Vacuonian Winds
Promptly after returning her salute, he shook his head and brought himself to the very edge of the cliffside, watching the darkness take her.
“To be young.” he mused to himself. Although how many youngsters would he need to round up to do what this young lady had just done? To entrust their life to a forgery of steel?
But even more so then that he wondered if she had thought on those questions he had left her. Perhaps she had found a small insight to it? Or perhaps Melia was still wayward on her journey?
Eager to find out he called out “Show the world what your spirit can do Melia.”
He couldn’t see the utter joy on her face as she dove, silent as the night. Eventually her wings would flare out, pulling her out of the drop and evening her off, using that same momentum as well as the updraft to sharply increase her altitude with minimal flaps of her wings.
Complicated and graceful maneuvers were pulled off, really showing off for her Captain at what it was she could do while in the air, while bursting with confidence.
After a few tricks and twirls though, something caught the faunus’s eye, and Melia would switch from fun mode to hunting mode in a blink. Back down she dove, the claws built in to her boots uncurled from their resting position, the young adult looking very much like her owl counterpart as she caught whatever she had noticed with ease.
A short bit later, and Melia was landing back on the mountain, her prey now pinned to the ground under one of her talon feet! “I’ve never seen a Lancer out this far before, they’re usually up north a ways…Also never seen one this small either. Think it got lost and stuck to the colder air of the mountain?“
He oohed and aahed at every turn and twirl. She was giving him her earnest performance, it was only natural he would act like a proper audience member.
How must that feel? Like a dragster thundering across a long road with no end in sight? A memory bubbled to the surface in his mind, the sensation of falling, the cold air ripping into him. But it had come to an end when she returned.
Down on one knee he observed the Lancer. Now his expertise was mostly contained to the human condition but he was far from ignorant in this regard either.
The Grimm attempted to poke his eye out with its long leg but the masked smoothly dodged it and announced his result. “This one has seen combat.” he noted a dent in his abdomen “What do you make of that, given the circumstances Melia?”
“...Whatever gets the job done I guess.”
Holy water cannot help you now
Thousand armies couldn’t keep me out
I don’t want your money
I don’t want your crown
I’ve come to burn your kingdom down
Alright, i am back and i see talk about boobs, seems like the nuke worked as intended lol
Obviously my Citri muse is real bummed out about no Winter this week but hey, we got another for the list.
@prismaticbrave
He stood in absolute silence before the stone monument. There were many just like this one. You could find them in any city across Remnant, names carved into stone and laid to rest. A tribute to the fallen.
This one was long, at least an acre, perhaps even longer then that. It contained no flair, no flags, only names. Only one war created so many names, the greatest conflict in Remnant’s history.
“Tell me, do you know what the greatest sin one can commit in warfare is?” he posed without warning.
Vin was caught off guard by the question asked of him. His usual energetic disposition faded as he realised there was no point in acting. There was something about the man that stood before the monument. Vin could tell that this wasn’t someone he could risk being foolish around. Yet, no, would he even bother? He could just be his wary old self and leave and be done with it, however, he sure was curious.
His cheerful smile turned into a more rueful one, “Cowardice? A lack of purpose? Perhaps the inability to follow through?” He let out a strained laugh, “As if I would really know. I’m just some kid at the end of the day,” Vin shrugged, “Still, I suppose an answer is better than none. At least I bothered to try.” He sounded a little bitter, but that was just how he tended to sound.
"My my” It seems he picked up a moody type today. Well that was fine perhaps this would be a good opportunity for them both.
“I’m afraid that won’t do at all!” he turned around and shook his head and finger in unison. “Being open minded is quite a virtue however it will not do to sound so defeated in your answer!”
“Now again, face your uncertainty with dignity!”
Vacuonian Winds
Promptly after returning her salute, he shook his head and brought himself to the very edge of the cliffside, watching the darkness take her.
“To be young.” he mused to himself. Although how many youngsters would he need to round up to do what this young lady had just done? To entrust their life to a forgery of steel?
But even more so then that he wondered if she had thought on those questions he had left her. Perhaps she had found a small insight to it? Or perhaps Melia was still wayward on her journey?
Eager to find out he called out “Show the world what your spirit can do Melia.”
~Editing and reposting this because tumblr saw fit to remove me from the search function…
So If you’re interested in interacting with a RWBY OC blog for a Mistralan Samurai, then give this a like or a reblog! At the very least a Reblog so that the rest of the community has a chance to see it.
@prismaticbrave
He stood in absolute silence before the stone monument. There were many just like this one. You could find them in any city across Remnant, names carved into stone and laid to rest. A tribute to the fallen.
This one was long, at least an acre, perhaps even longer then that. It contained no flair, no flags, only names. Only one war created so many names, the greatest conflict in Remnant’s history.
“Tell me, do you know what the greatest sin one can commit in warfare is?” he posed without warning.
Vacuonian Winds
@azentangle
This high up the heat and dryness that the eastern kingdom was so well known for could not compete with the chill of the mountain.
But that did not bother him in the least. He was eager to see how far she had come.
“Do be careful, my Melia. While we have not strayed so far as the summit, we are on the windward side, the opposition shall be quite fierce!”
Home, shall work on those starters my boys.
Like this for a starter with the good Captain.
-laughs in the cold hard irony of the new silver eye information and the captain-
I spent all day working on Cloud, almost there boys.
