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Roleplay Blog for Salem from RWBY | Written by Seal

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THE QUEEN                                                          HER PET SERVANT

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Blake had been scouting the area to make sure that no other White Fang members had been sneaking around and waiting for a second ambush or that Adam went back to bring more soldiers in. What the feline didn’t expect to find was a…strange floating grimm with what looked like ribbons coming from it. Slowly stalking up to it she readied her weapon to try and kill the creature in fear it was here to well…feed.

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The moment she approached, however, a booming voice resounded.

“Now, now--after all the trouble I went to to give Emerald such powerful nightmare fuel, I would have personally thought that no girl in her right mind would approach my Seer.” 

Even as Salem’s voice resounded, the Seer readied itself for battle, several knife-like tendrils rising and pointing at Blake. An image swirled and revealed itself in the creature’s crystalline skull then, revealing the grimm-queen in all her glory.

“Ahhh...miss Blake Belladonna, isn’t it? You take after your parents.”

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“How easy it would be for poor miss Rose to prick her finger upon the tip of a spinning wheel...”

[mother-grimm]

I’m Salem!

@ask-the-grimm-momma is Salem!

@mama-grimm is Salem!

Is there anymore Salems I should know about?!

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There is @regincula

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I mean, you know--I exist. Dunno if I qualify as great but I’m here. |D

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T Y R I A N ‌:

     tyrian feels worry settle into his gut. he’s absolutely not qualified for this particular dilemma. she should have gone to arthur, even hazel, not him. but it’s not like he can  s a y  that. so tyrian carefully approaches, offering his hand to his queen with a small smile he hopes calms her.

          “he–he can’t win though.” he reminds her. “i… he can delay the inevitable, i know, but–but defeating you isn’t a possibility! you can’t die!” he hopes this is as reassuring as he wants it to be.

“Of course he can win,” she nearly heaves, but manages to shut her eyes and barely wrangle her marred form together in something resembling a cohesive whole. “He can win by trapping me. By ensuring I can never escape a prison of his personal design. By...” she shook like a leaf, trying to swallow the dry presence stuck in her throat, “Tyrian...we need to get our hands on those relics so he can’t hurt me.”

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@tyriannical, continued from here!

“No no, I’m alright, I’m just...” her pulse was racing, hearing dulling, eyes bulging like big, dark saucers, “--Just noting the existential horror of my existence, and how if he wanted, Ozpin could use the relics to seal me away in a prison I could never escape from and I could do nothing about it. 

And noting how he keeps on winning--and that he could be right to fight me. You know. The small things.” Her smile was cracked, fraying at the edges. 

She was having a mild panic attack.

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“Sometimes when I’m in heaven, I get forgetful of the Earth.” // @regincula

( song. )

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A thousand words from a thousand lives ago, all brought to one sentence. Oz always did have a way with words.

“...Tell me about heaven, dear.”

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silvcrphantom‌:

“A Nevermore, ma’am.” Libra can’t see the woman, nor pinpoint where she’s coming from, so at this moment the Grimm are the easiest threat to deal with. The terrifying woman’s words, however, are hard to shake; the threat should she engage the Grimm, or the suggestion of comfort, Libra’s honestly having a hard time keeping up with what’s going on.

“That’s what I can remember, I caught a ride on the back of a Nevermore but it came here, that is what I know.”

“...Hm. Intriguing, if not a little...strange...” she muttered the last words, hand coming to her chin, before she decided to worry about one stray Nevermore later. A smirk came to her face, voice rumbling out a soft chuckle. “You held back, precisely as ordered. I’m surprised--and quite pleased.” she was a dark figure now, her shadow stretching out above all the grimm around her--but her body’s detailing was still invisible.

“Give me your name, girl, and sheathe your blade. Your goddess wills that you not die this day.”

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“Good to know you all enjoyed meeting Tock. I never quite understood the obsession with time--but an efficient killer is an efficient killer.”

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gcmbolshroud‌:

“Of course, Your Grace.” Blake stood, bowing deeply. “We will find the vault, and I will guard it from the humans until you can retrieve the Maiden to open it.” She hesitated for a moment, old loyalties still yet to evaporate tugging at her mind. “There… may be a complication. I was told, when I rejoined them at Haven, that the Relic of Choice was especially well-hidden. He didn’t give us details, but I suspect he has some other magics at work.”

Salem’s head whipped to face Blake, and a relieved sigh left her lips, Finally, someone who knows to tell her when there are problems. “Did he specify what kinds of magics he had at play? Or are we simply guessing?”

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cerpentiine‌:

Coughing and gasping for air, Arthur doesn’t dare to pick himself up from the ground. His entire frame shakes like a leaf in the wind, and his eyes scan frantically along the cracks in the floor rather than look up at his furious master.

          “…I  u n d e r s t a n d.” His answer is simple, and dreadfully quiet. Something is boiling beneath his skin, he can feel it– and the sensation is agony in more ways than one.

“Good. Now, I want a visual image of this chip, so my darling knows what it needs to obtain. Is that clear?” She nearly ground his face into the floor--but that would have been too excessive. Instead, a harsh, guttural “get up” left her lips in a speedy hiss.

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silvcrphantom‌:

Answer dammit. Don’t be rude!

“I- I came in on a,” her words are quiet, voice choked as she tries to answer through the terror, but upon seeing the Grimm, Libra’s demeanor changes. Whatever fear had been instilled in here seems now more manageable in the faces of the monsters. Her face changes, eyes narrowing, face relaxing into a neutral mask as easily as a fish swam through water.

A warrior, born and bred, even in the face of a suicidal fight the fear had simply gone away and all that was left before her was what needed to be done; Fight. Try to survive no matter the odds.

She doesn’t, however, make a move to attack, waiting instead to see what would come for her first and going from there. 

“Came in on a...?” Salem hummed from nowhere, the sounds of her footsteps drowning out the sounds of grimm snarls. “Fight before I demand it, and I will grind your bones to dust beneath my heel. Follow my instruction, and you may yet live in comfort. Now, finish your words.”

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cerpentiine‌:

Unable to force sound from his throat any longer, Arthur nods the best he can, quickly and desperately. The edges of his vision begin to go fuzzy and dark as his knees begin to buckle beneath him.

Is this really how he’s going to d i e? A victim of his own pride?

Salem snarled in Watts’ face--throwing him back to the floor and hissing, “You’ll have the chip, fool-- and I expect you to finish the tail within a timely manner afterwards. Dare to question me again, however, and I will find someone to replace you. Do you understand me?”

She would not be questioned--not by him.

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hoardofheroes‌:

    hazel finally looked up, teeth grinding together in fury.   as afraid as he might have been of the goddess before him, he also didn’t take well to being threatened.   it was a rather difficult line to walk.      ❛     with all due respect, ma’am, i don’t know what more you want from me.   cinder was arrogant and petty.   our white fang allies were blinded by hubris and hatred.   i allowed rage to get the best of me, just as you might have done in the face of ozpin.     ❜ 

   he knew that had been a mistake the moment it left his mouth, eyes widening a fraction in realization.   his hands curled into fists, knowing the damage had already been done.      ❛     it would seem your handpicked subjects were not as capable as you thought.     ❜

There was rage, rage, so much blinding fury, like a sun in her mind--

Salem...was not amused by his remarks. “...I see. If that is how you feel, Hazel...then allow me to terminate your employment.” She rises to her feet, looking over Hazel as if examining an insect. 

Suddenly, a writhing, slithering, snaking mass of tendrils wraps up Hazel’s ankles--then is legs, then thighs, pulling him towards a portal in the side of the table. 

Salem didn’t spare him a second glance, starting for the door. Watts? She was fine with him speaking to her like that. She could choke him out and put him in his place. Tyrian? If Tyrian knew what was good for him, he wouldn’t dare. Cinder knew better, knew that arguing with Salem would only end in misery.

But Hazel? Hazel was disposable. Replaceable. A walking sack of muscle. An errand boy.

But even errand boys have their uses. One more chance, she thought, coming to a halt.

“Is there anything else you wish to say?” she breathed, looking back at him, “Or are we done here?”

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Aurora AU

In another time, another world--the girl in the tower turned mankind against the gods, as in the legends. Only, when the gods destroyed mankind, she did not cast herself into the pools of annihilation. 

Instead, the Girl in the Tower carried on her late husband’s work. It was she who founded the Huntsman Academies--she who was the queen of vale until the end of the great war, she who became the Undying Huntress--the Queen of Light and one of the few living mages. Her children have given their gifts of magic to a select few as the Maidens--and she and her husband, the Reincarnating King, work tirelessly to keep mankind safe.

While Salem still despises the gods, she accepts that they are a necessary evil, and so she and Oz work tirelessly to bring both mankind and faunuskind together in harmony.

She would be the aurora to light up the darkened skies--the Light to whom Monsters Die.

She is Professor Salem, Headmistress of Beacon Academy.

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silvcrphantom‌:

Everything had been a whirlwind and now Libra wasn’t even sure what was happening anymore. The red skies, the desolate scenery beyond the windows of the room Libra found herself in, everything set her nerves on fire. Hands come up, ready to strike whatever came near her when she hears a woman’s voice and every part of her body goes cold.

Turning her head she’s met with a vision of a woman, terrifying and beautiful and- trying to kill her. She’s flat-footed and has no idea how to respond to the dark fire, only for it all to vanish. Eyes, eyes were watching everywhere, and that great and ominous presence of the woman still lingered, seared into Libra’s mind as if by a red hot brand. She can’t move, breathing is a struggle, Libra can’t even muster the strength to whimper, let alone scream; what was this? What’s happening to her?

Salem finds herself intrigued by this girl, if she’s to be truthful.

“Wander too far west?” she teases from nowhere, “What, I wonder, is a huntress doing all the way out here, hm? It’s a dangerous place for your kind, the land of darkness...”

As if to emphasize Salem’s point, Nevermores begin circling overhead, and what seems like a swarm of beowolves approach from all sides. 

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cerpentiine‌:

If his mistake wasn’t obvious before, it certainly was now. As Arthur feels his lungs burn from lack of oxygen, he forces himself to speak through the restriction.

          “I’m– I’m  s o r r y..!” The phrase is almost pathetically quiet, and by the gods, it hurts almost as much as the hand about his neck.

“Sorry for what, worm?” Salem squeezes just a little tighter, coming close to damaging his throat at this point, “For how you questioned me? After all of my years among humanity?!”