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[greek-pyre]

Hello again!

This is a starter call for a random plot! I’ll go ahead and cap at 4 ( excluding cast members of course ) that way I don’t get super overwhelmed! Please give a like, or if you’d rather plot, comment below!

[greek-pyre]

Hello Again!

Delta here! I’m very excited to be here! Below are some facts about our beloved fighter. 

Name: Pyrrha Nikos

Series: RWBY

- Post Volume 3, but she does not remember much. She remembers fighting with Cinder, but not what the outcome was. 

- Pyrrha would help just about anyone in need. You know what they say, innocent until proven guilty!

- Still thinks that she killed Penny and is still very upset over that. 

- She is very passive and will probably do anything for you if you ask her nicely.

- Though her weapons and semblance aren’t hers right now, she is pretty physically strong, please dont make her be mean she has a really firm grip. 

- Honestly, she’s just vibing. She wants more friends and now she might actually have a chance at being normal here. 

- She really loves noodles.

[greek-pyre]

@loztfable​

The darkest night was upon her. The last thing the young huntress in training remembered was her journey to the top of beacon tower. There was only one way to stop the madness and it was her duty to protect the ones she loved. After dismembering one of her good friends, it seemed to be the only thing to do. To fight in honor of her memory. 

After she took an arrow to the ankle, everything went black. She was floating for what seemed like an eternity, until she was standing in an unfamiliar place. Her weapons were long gone, and she felt oddly empty. A faint burning in the middle of her chest faded as she was dragged along to the new city of Terra. 

She hadn’t left her living quarters in days, almost too afraid of what the city had to offer. The message was clear, it was not safe to be alone outside. She had limited use of her power and it wasn’t as clear as to when she would get them back. The apartment was nice, though rather lonely. She heard many voices coming from the hallways during the day, the need to socialize prodding her like it never had before. 

Inhaling deeply, she set outs after a long debate with herself on whether she should. Setting of on her first adventure, she exhales as the suns rays touch her skin. This was welcome, as the rays through her window did not do her justice. She felt just  a little whole again as she began walking out into the city. It was a nice place, though she couldn’t figure out why anyone would want to pay people to stay. Maybe it was involuntary? Maybe this really was the after world. She couldn’t possibly know. 

Her hair was tied in a low bun, not conforming to her usual look as she was missing her head piece. Steadily keeping up with the foot traffic, she scans the crowd, a part of her hoping that she would see a familiar face but too aware of the probability. She spots a bench located off to the side, which seemed like a good place to gather her head. Sitting too straight, she took the opportunity to fully assess what was happening around her. 

It really was a lot. 

“By gods, what am I doing here?” Looking up from her hands, she spots a pair of green eyes. For a moment she swears she sees him, but is quickly shut down as they belonged to someone...much younger. The unusual attire, it had Remnant written all over it. Much like like the home she had back in Argus, the fashion was similar. 

Before she knew it, she jumped to her feet. If she seemed even a little crazy, it would be worth. Even if it was just her imagination. 

“Excuse me.” She called, jogging over to him. “Hi, I’m so sorry to intrude, but I can’t shake the feeling that...we might be from the same...place.”