#wor open

[drunkscythmaster]

Aftermath (wor open)

(This is following the events of The Caged Bird)

Fuck the doctor’s oders, he wasn’t staying trapped in that room one second longer. He had to get away from his thoughts, from the images that plagued him day and night and the nightmares that had him waking up screaming until someone sedated him. He leaned heave broom he’d stolen -because someone had hidden his weapon- and took a drink from his flask. It had gotten lost in the battle and returned to him. A bribe to one of the janitors had ensured it would stay full while he was stuck in the hospital. Qrow had one real method of coping with things: drink until he stopped caring. He saw no reason to stop now.

He was impressed with how far he’d made it; all the way to the edge of the hospitals grounds, though there was no way in hell he was going to make it back.

He was also aware that he was being followed.

“If you’re here to lecture me or drag me back, you can fuck right off,” he snarled without turning to see who it was. He did kind of wish he had the damn pillow they’d given him to hold against his chest, though he had no idea how it helped it actually worked, relieving some of the pain when he started coughing. Apparently it had something to do with how his rib cage was held together by wire. 

[ozpln]

“You know, as much as people like to gossip that I can read minds I’m afraid that I much prefer a verbal conversation.”

[nevermoretheravenreturns]

After the Escape (wor open)

(This is following Raven after the events of The Caged Bird)

Raven sat in the courtyard, sharpening her sword. It was meditative, rhythmic movements that helped her clear her mind of everything; the lingering pain from the torture, her brother’s death, how she’d felt far too much of his torment. Shock, the doctors were calling it, or something like that. All she knew was that she woke up screaming and felt constantly on edge. It had been almost a week. She should have been fine. She paused when she sensed someone approach her.

“What?” She demanded without looking, allowing irritation to bleed through her voice. It would hide the tremors she still felt sometimes when the flashbacks hit hardest.

[burning-blonde-blog]

Blonde Bandit

For my self indulgent AU where Yang was raided by her mother, for reasons. Sorry not sorry I just like the concept.

It was hotter than hell in Anima during the summer, Yang was fairly certain the only place the weather got hotter was out in Vacuo’s deserts. She stretched a few times readying herself for a training session out alone in the woods, at least that’s what Yang considered it at this point. Some of their men had been complaining to mom about a Grimm influx between them and a target and the burning dragon heated girl was eager to hit something...so she volunteered to clear them out.

“Knock out time.” she blazed like a wildfire whenever left unsupervised...strong like a red-hot fire strength was what mattered out here it’s what her mom taught her. It was a hard rule she’d had beaten into her body training, and one that allowed he rto do as she was now...tear through Grimm like paper.

When the dust settled she whipped her head around all but firing a round int he direction of the sound...a person...not a Gimm.

“Take it easy there buddy you almost got your head blown off scaring me...mind stepping into the light?”

[of-caffeine-and-historybook-blog]

Festive Homework

{Open to WOR RP}

“Ah yes thank you for coming to catch up on what you missed today in class please have a seat.” Oobleck regarded his pupil with a polite nod gesturing they might sit down though the man himself continued to pace it was simply his way...for this reason the Headmaster had provided him more spacious office his desk was shoved away in the corner for when he absolutely had to sit.

“Now I am quite aware that the last thing many of you wish to be thinking about at this time of year is schoolwork. However, as you know class goes on and it is my duty as your instructor to assign you a paper to evaluate your current progress. However, I have...endeavored a way to make this as painless as possible for both of us and in fact work the ‘festivities’ into the paper so to speak. The assignment is to find one ghost related story renown in remnant and research and present to me an informative paper on the historical origins that brought it about, a minimum of five pages formatted to the standards I outlined at the begging of the semester. Do you have any questions?”

[ozpln]

A brow was quirked as the elevator doors parted to allow his visitor in, the headmaster pouring himself a fresh cup in preparation.

“What brings you to my office this lovely afternoon?”

[drunkscythmaster]

Holiday Spirit (WOR open)

Qrow put his hands on his hips as he surveyed the holiday flavour isle in the liquor store. Lots of peppermint, gingerbread, apple cider, and candy shit. Still, it had been mentioned that he needed to get into the holiday spirits. Or was that holiday spirit? He smirked slightly at the thought. He’d have to remember that one for the next time he saw either Yang or Tai. Then again... he turned on his scroll, took a picture of the wall and sent it to Tai with the joke. Though the Smashed Santa Rum looked decent. He grabbed the bottle from the shelf. It was on the stronger end, and he saw no issue with that, though there was one issue he felt the need to address: whoever was standing behind him.

“Take a picture, it’ll last longer,” he said. He glanced at the Blitzened Jägermeister, which also looked promising.

[extinguishthelight]

Possessed (open)

Salem smiled slightly as she looked down at her newest pet, a small Grimm in the form of a dragonfly. It seemed particularly appropriate, for the dragonfly was the symbol of a changed heart and mind, which was exactly what would happen to anyone possessed by it. And the only way to free the victim, of course, was to kill the Grimm wrapped tightly around their heart, something few would be able to do. She would also be able to use their eyes and ears once its hold was strong enough. Some might be able to fight off her lovely creature for a short time, but most wouldn’t, and would succumb. Their hearts would become hers, and their minds loyal to her cause. She ran a fingertip along the delicate edge of a wing.

Ozpin’s little party was forcing her to move up her schedule, but it was of little concern, in the end. Either way, she would get what she wanted, even if the whole world had to burn.

Ideally she would possess a Maiden, but most anyone would do. And then she could get to work sowing discord so she could gather the power she needed. It wouldn’t be long, and then all she needed were the four relics.

“Fly, my creature, find yourself a host,” Salem commanded softly, opening a window and setting her dragonfly free.