#thread: rwby

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Claret stood in the middle of the gym, her hands moving before her, following a semi-circle track that she’d set up in her mind. Not a feet away from her, a flame the size of a fist was being condensed into a small ball. The redhead took a deep breath and exhaled slowly as her hands flowed out of the pattern and carved a new path in the air. The flame followed her movement, and soon enough, the tiny blaze grew to the shape of a fiery dragon encircling its master.

A small smile crept up her lips as she saw that her control was growing ever stronger... That was until the gym doors slammed open, startling her and causing her hold on the flame to loosen. Thankfully, her reflexes were fast enough that she’d been able to extinguish the flame before it burned down the building.

She turned to the newcomer with a harsh glare and shouted, “What is wrong with you?”

[briarrps-blog]

☆ (You can use whoever you want to, I'm going to use Duplica)

“Lightweight,” Cloud teased as he handed Duplica a glass of water and some aspirin. “If I knew you’d be like this the morning after, I wouldn’t have asked you to come with me last night.”

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[ rwby-linora​ ]

Viridiana’s head was in the clouds as per usual when she strolled down the streets. She was occassionaly sipping the piping hot cup of coffee in her hands, smiling ever so often at the taste of it. Laguz and Claret always managed to get it to taste just right. Perhaps she’d give them a gift later as thanks. Or maybe she could–

Whatever was on her mind quickly flew out the window as she felt a body collide against her. She held her ground, but her coffee wasn’t so lucky. “I-I’m... I’m sorry!” she exclaimed, hands clasped in front of her as she bowed apologetically.

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[ with-dust-and-luck​ ]

Claret stood at the edge of the roof, fire licking the tips of her boots. The city of Vale was its usual bustling self as she psyched herself up for the stunt she was about to attempt. Usually, she had Cloud with her on these kinds of excursions (or Cloud would be the one attempting it solo), but she’d been wanting to test it out for years now. Nodding to herself, she used her semblance to increase the rate of fire at her feet and propelled herself forward, fire coming out of her hands for steering purposes. Despite it being her fourth attempt, she still couldn’t quite get the steering right and soon found the asphalt looming closer every second.

Claret steeled herself and pushed forward. The movement made sure that she didn’t faceplant into the sidewalk, but it also propelled her towards an unsuspecting bystander. “Watch out!” she screamed.