Voiceless Victory

Independent RP blog for an AU/mute Pyrrha Nikos of RWBY. AU/OC/Crossover-friendly, semi-selective. Tracked tag: voicelessvictory.

[voicelessvictory]

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Jaune let out a sigh of relief once Pyrrha had cheered up. He gave her his best smile next. True, he was in a bit of a rough spot, but he hadn’t seen Pyrrha in person in over a year! Meeting up with her was cause enough to celebrate as far as he was concerned.

“I’m glad you’re here too Pyr. I’m really looking forward to seeing you more often; I mean, you’ve always been important to me, but you were so far. Seeing you over the scroll just isn’t quite the same. I can hardly wait to actually to start class now!” His grin grew brighter as he spoke as he heard the truth in his own words and grew more excited. 

He nearly hugged her for a moment, before thinking better of it; he simply didn’t know if Pyrrha would enjoy it like he would or feel uncomfortable. He wouldn’t want to ruin their reunion because he was thoughtless, so he held himself back.

Then his smile dimmed. He was going to be behind the class. Very, very far behind the class, even if he both survived and passed the test tomorrow. Pyrrha on the other hand was a prodigy. Jaune had watched her in all her tournaments, cheering for his friend, though she couldn’t hear him. And she had always won.

He tried to shake the thought away, but it was persistent. Surely she wouldn’t throw him away, just because he couldn’t fight, right? It didn’t change the person he was, and she hadn never cared about his lack of skill before… But then again, you’ve never lied your way into an academy before, have you? His mind replied smoothly. 

He realized he’d been frowning, and rubbing at the back of his head nervously; it was a habit of his. He forced himself to stop, and tried to exchange his worry back for the joy he’d had before the thought had occurred to him. 

“Why don’t we go for a walk first? It’s really pretty night, you know? It’d be a shame not to look at the stars for at least a little bit more.” He suggested, his mind still racing around everything that could go wrong in the coming days.

Pyrrha nodded. It’s too bad that Vale and Mistral are so far apart, or else I’d have tried to visit more often. But it was a long flight from Mistral to Vale, and more than that, it could be expensive depending on when you were going, so her parents hadn’t wanted to spend the money if it was going to be a shorter trip. Since she’d be staying here in Vale for the next four years, it had definitely been worth the money.

I hear the teachers here are supposed to be very good, she added, hoping to encourage him. I’ve never met any of them personally, but I think we’ll be in good hands. The Beacon website hadn’t mentioned a lot on the faculty and staff, but most had seemed like relatively well-renowned Huntresses and Huntsmen, and just because she hadn’t recognized some of the names, didn’t mean the teachers weren’t any good. 

The red-haired girl wasn’t sure if she had prepared enough--sometimes, she knew professors liked you to read ahead on different subjects, but she hadn’t seen anything like that thus far. And Beacon was a very prestigious academy, so their academic standards were probably decently high. Although, it was true that it was the only second-level academy in the region, so perhaps the teachers wouldn’t be quite so ruthless? 

She returned her attention to Jaune once she realized she’d been getting lost in her own thoughts. At this point, it wouldn’t matter how prepared she was--initiation was tomorrow, so she’d just have to wait and see what it was like. Hopefully it would be a simple trial, but the universe could always prove her wrong.

Sure! She flashed a bright smile. A walk sounds like a lovely idea, and it’d be good to stretch a bit. And we can catch up on how things have been over the years! I think I saw a walking path that way, over on the other side of the fountain. She pointed just past the fountain, where a little path could be seen snaking away from the cobblestones of the main pathway. 

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sigal-rp

soon finding his fork he started moving to stir the noodles slightly peeking over to her notebook as she started writing once more. seeing her final words actually did help to ease him a little though it’s something he did often hear, every time he did it helped a great deal, at least for a bit. soon another wave of doubt would change that but for now, it helped. Looking up to Pyrrha a genuine smile on his face. “Thank you so much. that really helps.”  Right the reason they are even here. he turned back to the noodles and started eating. it was really good though it didn’t take long for him to end up drinking up the water under the noodles. following closely by taking out his pill bottle and taking a pill before taking a sip from a cup of water. “AH ok that was so good. and now i’m set for the rest of the day at least as hormones go.”  

Going into his wallet he pulls out some money and places it on the counter between him and Pyrrha. Looking back to Pyrrha. “Alright where to next i forced this little stop so it’s your pick next.”

Pyrrha gave Sigal a nod and smile, hoping to broadcast the sentiment of ‘you’re welcome’ as she set aside the pencil and notebook. She didn’t want the noodles to get cold, after all, and she picked up her fork, scooping up a fair amount of noodles and swallowing them. It was relatively flavorful for how simple the dish had appeared, which was slightly surprising, but not in a bad way.

She finished off her bowl of noodles; it wasn’t too large that she wouldn’t be willing to eat dinner later, but it would be enough to keep her stomach from growling later. She replaced the fork inside the empty bowl before sliding it towards the other side of the countertop, so that the vendor could pick it up more easily. 

The red-haired girl retrieved her notebook and pencil as Sigal spoke. So it was her turn to pick somewhere to stop next. She glanced around briefly, studying the nearby vendors, but they weren’t selling anything she really thought she needed to have. And they’d just eaten food, so getting more wouldn’t really be advisable unless it was something small.

She tapped the eraser against her cheek in thought. Aren’t there carnival games of some kind around here? she asked, blinking slowly. We could walk in that direction and see what’s available? She could see if there was anything she could try to get for her teammates, they might appreciate the gesture.

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jaune-refaire-arc

Jaune saw Pyrrha’s hurt, written on both her face and her notebook, and it broke him out of his panic. Then promptly thrust him into another bout as he realized it was his fault. He waved his arms in front of himself in a wild and inarticulate gesture of negation. 

“No no no no! I’m uh- I’m worried about the test tomorrow.” He admitted truthfully, but far from fully. He knew the test would almost certainly involve grimm. And while Jaune had prepared himself as best he could, he knew that spending time lifting weights and practicing sword swings from old manuals wasn’t anywhere close to the training any of the other Beacon hopefuls would have. He just hoped it would be enough to let him scrape through.

Jaune’s smile was nervous, but warm too. He thought the world of his old friend, and had always enjoyed their time together. He just hoped she wouldn’t crack his false transcripts open in front of anyone. Jaune had always known he was taking a lot of risks by coming to Beacon, but he hadn’t thought he’d run into problems this soon. 

“I’m always happy to see you Pyrrha, okay? I mean it every time I say ‘drop on by anytime now’. “ He said, looking her straight in the eye and reaching forward to clasp her hands; that way she’d know he was being earnest, right? At least he hoped so.

She’d never said she didn’t have a lot of friends back in Mistral, but she didn’t talk about them much either. It was always him sharing stories about the shenanigans he got up to with his friends and sisters, but Pyrrha didn’t seem to have any. Jaune knew he wasn’t the brightest guy, but he’d had years to put the pieces together.

He didn’t want her to ever doubt that she had at least one friend who’d always be in her corner… Even if, in this one particular case, her knowing him and being here could cost him the last frail hope that he could fulfil his dream.

Pyrrha smiled tentatively, glad that it wasn’t her being there that had him so concerned. It was perfectly normal, she felt, to be worried about initiation when they knew so little about it. They had been told that it was tomorrow, that they would be forming partner-pairs and teams that day, and that they would need to be well-rested, so presumably it was some form of combat, but outside of that, she could only speculate at what they would be asked to do.

She was just thinking about how to convey that to him, that it wasn’t so bad to be concerned, they were all in the same boat here no matter what their skill level happened to be. But then she heard him speak again--and that, combined with his grasping her hands--brought a brighter smile to her face. She squeezed his hands in return, releasing him so that she could write more clearly.

I’m glad you’re here, the red-haired girl scribbled down; that was true, no matter how Jaune had found himself here at Beacon. She hadn’t expected to see him here, but it was almost like a wonderful surprise, or an early birthday present. It’s good to know that I already have a friend here! Life on Remnant may not have always been pleasant, but she could believe that her luck was working for her in this case, to have given her the chance to find Jaune again after years of only brief meetings and letters.

She paused, adding on, And, Jaune, I want you to know that if you ever need anything, I’ll be here! Even if we’re not on the same team, we’ll still be in the same school, and we’ll probably be in most of the same classes, since it’s our first year here. But she could always hope that they would end up on the same team, even when she didn’t know how Professor Ozpin intended to match partners and then teammates together.

She glanced around towards the various campus buildings, before turning back to her friend. We’re supposed to all be staying in the cafeteria, right? Since they won’t be assigning rooms until after initiation? It might be a good idea to stake out a spot now so that we don’t have to worry about it later. Oh! Or we could look around the campus, I’ve never actually been here in person before today, I’ve just seen it in pictures.

[voicelessvictory]

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@voicelessvictory

Jaune was nervous.

It was his first day at Beacon, his new friend had ditched him in favor of his sister and he knew he didn’t have the skillset to be here despite what the transcripts he’d forged said. But, if he wanted to step away from the person he’d been, to be someone he wasn’t ashamed to be he had to do this. He just hoped he didn’t die trying.

At least that stupid assembly was over. Now, if the walk he was on could just help him calm down enough to get some rest he’d be in good shape. Well, as good of shape as he could hope to be.

That was when he caught sight of his oldest friend Pyrrha.

THey’d met when they were kids, and had gone traipsing through Vale after he’d bought her ice cream to help cheer her up. They’d been friends ever since, first writing letters, then texting in between the very infrequent times they could meet in person. He’d spent many days and nights talking to her.

She had been the very first person he’d told after his parents had refused to allow him to go to Signal.

Jaune went pale with sudden worry, his treacherous tongue croaking out her name before sanity could stop it. What was she doing here in Vale? He would have sworn that she was going to attend Haven.

Oh Light, she was looking at him. Normally he found himself distracted by the intelligence glimmering within her beautiful emerald eyes. Now all he could feel was worry gnawing at his guts. 

He plastered a fake smile on, mind still racing and trying to find a way out of this. “H-hey Pyr. I’m surprised to see you!”

Pyrrha stepped out of the auditorium, allowing the flood of other students to propel her along. It was still a little strange, to be thinking that she’d be staying here in Vale semi-permanently for the next four years, but she had wanted to go to Beacon over Haven, in part because perhaps it might be easier to make friends when she was a whole continent away from the fame her victories in the Mistral Regional Tournament had brought her.

She let out a long breath, looking out over the campus. It was larger than it had looked in the pictures she’d seen, but wasn’t it always like that? They’d be forming teams the next day, though she didn’t know anything about how initiation was supposed to go. Nonetheless, she was curious to see what the future would hold--what kind of people she’d be teamed up with. There were likely other people from other kingdoms coming here, too; they couldn’t all be from Vale. 

The red-haired girl blinked rapidly when she caught sight of scruffy blond hair--that wasn’t--that wasn’t Jaune, was it? She had met him when she was eleven, on a business trip with her mother, and though they hadn’t seen each other in a couple of years, she felt all but certain that the boy was Jaune. The only problem with that assumption...was that he had told her before that he hadn’t been able to attend Signal, one of Vale’s preliminary combat schools, and while there were other schools, it had seemed to her like he had been implying that his parents had refused to allow him to fight, period.

So why was he here, then? How had he managed to come to Beacon? Surely he hadn’t run away from home? She knew there were ways for students to apply if they didn’t have financial support from their parents or other relatives, but even then, could the school really discount that Jaune hadn’t attended a preliminary combat school? Or was it that he’d gone out into the wilderness to achieve the experience he needed?

She retrieved her notebook from one of the back pouches on her belt, walking over to him, as it seemed he’d noticed her as well--though she wasn’t quite sure as to why he’d look so alarmed. Hello again, Jaune! she scribbled down, smiling though she worried that he might not be so pleased to see her. I didn’t realize you’d be here at Beacon also. I’d considered Haven, but I think I like the way Beacon is structured more, and this is a chance to see more of Vale. 

She paused briefly, tapping the tip of her eraser against the paper, not sure whether to state her concerns, but nonetheless writing out, You--aren’t unhappy, are you? You don’t seem very...pleased to see me?

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sigal-rp

It took a long time for him to even look at what she wrote. taking a deep breath finally looking as he was scared at what she was writing. After a brief glance of her etching into the paper actually relieved some of the stress from seeing it didn’t seem to have ay of the disgust he had often seen from people specifically from older people so this shouldn’t have surprised him but at the same time it was still nice to see. He looked up to Pyrrha a soft smile on his lips. “Thank you for such kind words. I didn’t mean to tell you in such a way of putting any kind of pressure on your for something I did.” looking away once more. “I just wanted to tell you to make some sense of what’s going on inside of me. I just….I don’t know it felt like I could tell you.” Soon the man arrived in from the back of his little shop with two bowls placing one in front of both of them carefully avoiding Pyrrha’s notebook. “Here you go. Hope you enjoy I’ll be over here if you need anything.” “Thank you sir” Sigal said still a smile on his lips.

The man bowed slightly and left the two of them.

Sigal looked down at the bowl of noodles. “Even though my Sister and parents have been so very supportive of my choice, I just can’t help but feel they hate me for it, that everyone I tell hates me for something I did. it’s a stupid thought I know.”

Pyrrha tilted her head. Sometimes it’s easier to understand something if you have to explain it to someone else, she mused, gaze sweeping over the small notebook. That way you have to think about how to explain it to someone who doesn’t know everything you do, who has no personal stakes in the events involved, and you may gain some clarity just from trying to think of how to describe it to them?

She tried to be relatively approachable, despite her reputation, and she thought she could understand why others might feel that they could confide in her. Well, that and she couldn’t just blurt out their secrets, as she’d have to actually go through the trouble of writing everything out and that required a conscious choice to do so. 

The red-haired girl accepted the plate of noodles, giving the vendor a smile and nod of thanks, idly stirring the noodles with her fork to clear off some of the steam. It certainly smelled good; she hadn’t had too many pasta dishes at the Beacon cafeteria, but that was because there wasn’t always pasta on the menu, and sometimes she found other options that she wanted more even if pasta was available.

She looked back to Sigal when he spoke. She wasn’t sure that she’d be able to reassure him, at least on this subject, when she had never felt similarly, but nonetheless she felt something should be said. I don’t know what others think, but I can tell you that I certainly don’t hate you for the choice you made. If it’s what has offered you better mental stability, why should I judge you? 

[voicelessvictory]

92 TRUTHS

rules: once you have been tagged you are supposed to write 92 truths about yourself. at the end, choose 25 people to tag! tagged by: @muse-eutopia

LAST… [1] drink: Water [2] phone call: My parents [3] text message: My friend Amber [4] song you listened to: Tell Your Heart to Beat Again / Danny Gokey [5] time you cried: I honestly don’t know, I’m not someone who cries very often HAVE YOU EVER… [6] dated someone twice: No [7] been cheated on: No [8] kissed someone and regretted it: No [9] lost someone special: Yes  [10] been depressed: Yes [11] gotten drunk and thrown up: No, who needs alcohol when you can have fruity soda? LIST 3 FAVOURITE COLOURS: [12] Black [13] Silver  [14] Blue IN THE LAST YEAR HAVE YOU… [15] made new friends: I’d like to think so, yes [16] fallen out of love: No [17] laughed until you cried: Not really [18] found out someone was talking about you: I don’t think so, but it’s possible  [19] met someone who changed you: Perhaps [20] found out who your true friends are: Yes? [21] kissed someone on your facebook list: I don’t have Facebook GENERAL… [22] how many of your facebook friends do you know in real life: None, I still don’t have Facebook [23] do you have any pets: One snake, I used to have a dog but he passed away [24] do you want to change your name: My first name, maybe [25] what did you do for your last birthday: Went out to eat and had cake [26] what time did you wake up: During the week I usually wake up around 8 AM [27] what were you doing at midnight last night: Replying to threads on another blog, cursing the internet because it was dying on me [28] name something you cannot wait for: Probably more relevant to one of my other blogs, but I’m interested in seeing the first Heaven’s Feel movie when it comes out in October [29] when was the last time you saw your mother: At dinner, a little while ago [30] what is one thing you wish you could change about your life: I’d like to be more outgoing and willing to talk to people more often [31] what are you listening to right now: Songs on YouTube [32] have you ever talked to a person named tom: I...am not actually sure? [33] something that is getting on your nerves: My computer keeps disconnecting from the internet and it’s annoying [34] most visited website: Tumblr, most likely on account of having three RP blogs, or YouTube because I like listening to music [35] elementary: Public elementary school [36] high school: Public high school [37] college: Four-year university [38] hair colour: Brown [39] long or short hair: Short hair [40] do you have a crush on someone: No [41] what do you like about yourself? I think my art and writing skills have really improved from how they used to be?  [42] piercings: None [44] nickname: The Dork in the Corner  [45] relationship status: Single with no intentions to change that [46] zodiac sign: Gemini [47] pronouns: She/Her [48] fav tv show: I...don’t actually think I have a favorite...? [49] tattoos: None [50] right or left handed: Right-handed

FIRST… [51] surgery: Having my wisdom teeth removed, probably [52] piercing: None [53] best friend: Leah [54] sport: Track and field [55] vacation: California, to visit my relatives [56] pair of trainers: Nike? I think? RIGHT NOW… [57] eating: Nothing [58] drinking: Nothing [59] i’m about to: Write replies [60] listening to: Music [61] waiting for: Food? A well-paying job with a steady income? I don’t know [63] get married: Not interested in the slightest [64] career: I’m volunteering with the zoo, because all the jobs I’ve applied to say you need tons of experience and look, I don’t have that much [65] hugs or kisses: Affection like hugs and kisses just makes me feel awkward [67] shorter or taller: ? I’m...tall...? [68] older or younger: People always think I look younger than I am? What is this question even for? [70] nice arms or nice stomach: I...I don’t care. I literally do not care [71] sensitive or loud: ...Sensitive...? Just because I’m not loud? [72] hook up or relationship: Neither [73] troublemaker or hesitant: ? People called me a troublemaker when I was a kid but not really anymore? HAVE YOU EVER… [74] kissed a stranger? No [75] drank hard liquor? No, because it already smells disgusting and I don’t want to actually ingest the stuff [76] lost glasses/contact lenses? Yes [77] turned someone down: No [78] sex on first date? That would imply you’ve been on a first date period  [79] broken someone’s heart? No [80] had your own heart broken? No [81] been arrested? No [82] cried when someone died? Yes [83] fallen for a friend? No DO YOU BELIEVE IN… [84] yourself? Not really, but I’ll believe in the others who believe in me [85] miracles? Sure, I guess? [86] love at first sight? Not for me, but if it works for other people then sure?  [87] santa claus? No [88] kiss on the first date? Doesn’t matter to me [89] angels? Sure? OTHER… [90] current best friend’s name: I don’t really know that I have a ‘best friend’ right now? [91] eye colour: Brown [92] favourite movie: Uhh...a Disney movie? I like a lot of the animated ones, so it’s hard to pick one in particular Tagging: Whoever wants to do the thing, since I’m really late about getting to it?

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cocothegunbunny

‘Listening’ carefully to Pyrrha, Coco could feel her lips twitching involuntarily. She struggled to surpress it more or less entirely because it wasn’t really appropriate to the somber conversation at hand - but finally, she couldn’t resist, letting her smile out and reaching over to ruffle the younger girl’s long crimson hair. 

“You’re just adorable, you know that?” She purred, letting her hand slide down to pat Pyrrha’s cheek. “And that’s not sarcasm - like I said…people like you appeal to me. I think I understand what you mean.” 

“I don’t know - I mean, I respect the intent, sure, but I don’t think it’s QUITE so black and white, y’know? I mean, sure, those romeos might have had horrible childhoods, but that’s really no excuse. We have brains for a reason - if you’re incapable of questioning your own beliefs…” 

Coco paused, trailing off there and shaking her head. “That isn’t to say if…say the Grimm invaded right now I wouldn’t put my life on the line to keep them alive. But if they had done this to a couple of white fang girls instead of us and they got killed for their trouble, I’d file that under natural selection and wouldn’t be too bothered about it.” 

“Is that too harsh?” She wondered, half to herself. “I don’t know. Maybe. But when I think of my duty as a huntress, it’s not about protecting people so much as it is keeping the dark at bay. Or maybe I’m splitting hairs. Does the distinction make sense to you?” 

Coco gave Pyrrha a sidelong look as they walked, not having any real destination in mind. Before long, they’d come to the other side of the park, confronted with a new street full of storefronts and restaurants. 

Pyrrha hadn’t expected Coco to touch her hair--though the gesture brought to mind the kind of thing her father had done, messing with her hair when she walked by since it tended to stand up funnily--so she was in the midst of trying to reorganize her bangs when she heard Coco speaking, combined with the tap to her cheek.

She was a bit surprised by the compliment, but she smiled quickly, relieved that Coco at least appeared to understand her viewpoint and it hadn’t sounded convoluted after all. She was always concerned, when it came to long-winded conversations, if her words were conveyed to the other party in the conversation well enough so that the basic meaning was understood without trouble. It was harder to do so without the inflections of a voice, but she did make an effort to write with enough ‘personality’, so that the people speaking wouldn’t feel as if their talking was so one-sided.

The red-haired Faunus listened carefully. I understand that not everyone can be saved, she started off pensively. Our world is not the kindest. And while I’ll do everything in my power to help those I can, I know that I can’t help everyone. There’s only one of me, and there are limits to what I can do. I’ll just do my best to help those that are within my abilities to save, if I can.

She was realistic enough to know that there were some battles one couldn’t win, even if your nickname happened to be ‘the Invincible Girl’. Huntresses and Huntsmen were trained well, but there were many Grimm, and a great distance to cover, so of course, even with all the resources at their disposal, they may not be able to aid everyone in need of assistance. 

She hesitated, remembering to continue her train of thought on the paper. But I don’t think you’re wrong! I think we’re just seeing it slightly differently--you want to drive back the Grimm and in doing so you’ll protect others, whereas I intend to protect others, and I’ll do that by fighting the Grimm. She frowned down at her notebook; that sounded redundant, but it was the best way she could think of to describe the difference in their ways of thinking. It was like two sides of the same coin, but they were still mildly different.

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sigal-rp

Sigal read what she had written, this is something Sigal had grown to enjoy sure it hasn’t been long but Pyrrha had such nice handwriting and was always clear about what she was meaning to say, it was just so nice to read, though he would have liked to hear her voice, it probably was as beautiful as her. 

looking back to her. “Well I wasn’t always like this, when I first had to take the pills I would forget so often it just got to the point I had to set reminders or everyone around me would suffer because of it.”

 Looking away as he set his arms on the countertop. “I know you didn’t ask but you’re wondering why I need the pills right? everyone does, and what I just said most likely only heightened that curiosity.” Taking out the bottle more for him then to show her. looking down he ran his thumb over the side of it taking a deep breath. “I don’t know how people tend to react to this so I try to keep it quite often taking them when no one is looking but because of the events of the day I couldn’t and had to stop our time to eat so I can take it. I just feel it’s right to tell you…..I just hope it doesn't change how you look at me. I’ve had a few bad experiences with telling people. some good, but some bad really bad. people don’t really have an open mind.”

Another deep breath. “I told you about My sister already. well, she’s my twin my identical twin. We were both born girls. But Growing up…..I don’t know I just didn’t feel right. I didn’t feel like I was who I was supposed to be, you know what I mean? I don’t know if it was something I just had to get over or something that I had to change myself to feel better. I took the latter option and changed myself.” Pausing for a moment before continuing. “Telling my sister was easy she understood and was supportive all the way through even now she still is, That might be why I feel obligated to be her shield. But telling my Parents that was the hardest thing I’ve ever had to do in my life I had anxiety attacks just trying to work up the courage to do it. But I finally did. at first, they were upset and shunned me, thankfully they didn’t kick me out. maybe they thought they could “cure” me. But after talking to them some more my mom started to understand soon talking to my dad, surprisingly I think they only shunned me do to the shock of the news not really because they didn’t like the Idea. So we started to work out how to do this and when. The first thing was changing the hormones in my body. then was the operation…I still have the scars though now with the scars from battle they just seem normal. The only Problem with this changing one’s body so drastically is well the body doesn't like it. I will have heart problems the rest of my life, I’m still girly to the point some people think I am a girl at first glance. And even though we changed how much testosterone and estrogen my body produces. It’s not right for a male my age it never will be.” Holding up the bottle for Pyrrha to see it now. “That’s what these are for they help balance out my hormones to what they should be as a male. If I don’t take them every day I start to get moody, I start having nightmares, health issues, My heart will start to have trouble handling the change caused by not taking the pill. My body will start to reject what changes I have done like it wants to go back to being what it used to be.” 

Looking away from Pyrrha placing the bottle back in front of him. “And whether It was the right choice or not I don’t know. But I’m stuck like this now another change wouldn’t be worth it, it’ll damage my body too much” not wanting to look at Pyrrha right away as he finished his story.

Pyrrha blinked quickly, a bit baffled by his phrasing--why should his not setting alarms cause suffering for those around him? Was it supposed to correct some imbalance in his emotions, or was it more that he meant that he’d be in pain and those around him would feel guilty, perhaps for not reminding him if they happened to know about the medication already?

She started to write out, You don’t have to--but it seemed like he wanted to, maybe for some sort of catharsis, so she stilled her hand, giving him her full attention. It might be for something seemingly simple, or for something big, but whatever the case, it was still something important, to be listened to with patience. 

The red-haired girl kept her gaze on her companion, listening to Sigal’s story. It was true that the explanation he offered wasn’t one that she had expected, but that didn’t make it a terrible thing, just not what she had originally anticipated. And she wasn’t one to dictate what others could and couldn’t do, unless that meant deliberately harming others. While she couldn’t personally relate, as she had never felt unhappy in her own skin, and her only sorrows in regards to her body was the loss of her voice, she didn’t intend to judge him for his choices. If that was how he felt most comfortable, who was she to tell him otherwise?

She flipped over the next page in her notebook, since the last one was starting to get a bit crowded. That, and it would be easier to state her thoughts without fragments of their previous conversation scribbled across the top of the page to serve as a distraction. And she glanced down to the blank page, rolling the pencil between her fingers as she considered how best to convey her words without him thinking she thought badly of him for the tale he had shared.

I can’t tell you whether or not your choice was the right one, she admitted after another pause, and it’s certainly not my place to choose for you. But I believe you were brave to make that choice all the same, even if you didn’t know what you would have to do to sustain it. Thank you for telling me; you didn’t have to, but I appreciate that you did.

[voicelessvictory]

uncommon-allies

“ As a warrior from another world I would want to share some of my knowledge with an honourable and good hearted warrior like you are; but that takes time so we’ll leave that extra learning for when you graduate from you training as a huntress. That way this new training and useful information won’t get in the way of what you are currently learning. “

At the second texts the redhead scribbled to him the alien waved his hand a few times

“ Don’t apologise, it is not your fault my friend. It is clear that you have already a quite strict life, rules to follow and a schedule for your days as a student; the last thing I want is to get in the way of your learnings; this way of seeing each other from time to time is fine by me, so don’t worry too much about that …. besides, it takes much more than a bunch of wild animals and slightly armed people to take me down “

And at the confirmation that there’s nothing strange going with the new people Thel sighed of relief

“ Is good to know that, I have seen several types of illneses but none like that; now I won’t have to be affraid that these people …. Faunus as you said, would have and unknown thing that can be infectious “

then he growled at the final text from the redhead

“ But I am affraid, regardless that if they are an organization to fight ‘for the faunus rights’; if these people from the so called White Fang keep messing with me; I’m going to lower their numbers to zero “

Pyrrha blinked rapidly, surprised at his offer--she hadn’t expected him to consider sharing his own knowledge, but it was a gesture she appreciated nonetheless. She didn’t know what kind of knowledge he would offer, or if it could be applied to Remnant if it was something he had learned on another world, but if that was the case then there was still knowledge to be gained, even if it was from a place she would never visit herself.

She smiled. Thank you for the offer, Thel. I’d be happy to learn from you when I have the chance! Even if it wasn’t something she’d necessarily ever need to know, like what was on other planets, it was still kind of him to offer, especially when it had been on his own volition and not from anything she’d stated.

The red-haired girl paused briefly, her hands twitching over the pencil. Of course, she knew that the White Fang had caused no end of trouble to various people--she’d heard Weiss’s rants on the Faunus rights group-turned-extremists before--and she understood that they could potentially be a dangerous force in the right circumstances. She could even believe that they had attacked Thel, when he was so much unlike anything on Remnant.

But still, she also knew that it was possible that not everyone in the White Fang supported their shift to violence to achieve their wishes. She frowned slightly, considering how to phrase it tactfully. I understand they may be troublesome to you, especially when they wouldn’t know who you are. I don’t believe that all of them are cruel, many may simply be misguided. If you could perhaps scare them off, they may come to understand that you are one they shouldn’t be fighting?

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teamoliv

Oh the inevitable military question. Atlas’s merger of their huntsman academy with their army was truly an infamous innovation to be sure. One that was staggeringly unpopular both within the kingdom as it was without despite their best efforts. Though it was also the primary reason Atlas was the only kingdom with what could be considered a true standing army. Onyx pauses for a bit and wished he had some water with him. As much as he liked to talk, this was starting to strain on his voice. He picks his hands back up and gives his mute companion a mild smirk. “I’m going to answer this next one only in signing. This should test your unaided comprehension.”

He begins flicking his hands around in the answer. [Many do. Not all are completely willing, however. As you might have guessed both Atlas and Mantle’s preparatory schools are littered to the gills in military propaganda. The promise of being something ‘better’ than a simple wandering huntsman and the promise of being paid for it. Many doe-eyed hopefuls buy into the extravagance and the promises of glory and sign recruitment contracts while at the academy. Others try for the highly competitive specialist program, which of course means the army is littered with even more unqualified and inexperienced officers that have never seen true field experience.]

He takes a few moments for the information to sink in. [As you might have guessed, this doesn’t really work with everyone so incentives are often put into the matter as well. Though, perhaps ‘incentives’ is the wrong word. Take my own partner for example. She’s failing one of her classes and the specialist program, which of course requires enlistment, has been dangled over her head to save her from the threat of expulsion over this singular failure. As you might have suspected, she’s skilled enough to be scouted directly by them. She could tell you more but I doubt she’ll want to. She also wouldn’t understand you…]

Pyrrha raised her eyebrows at his choice but nonetheless nodded; it would be better to have an opportunity to test how well she’d progressed in matching signs to letters without the aid of hearing his voice to verify whether or not she’d understood him correctly. And, really, the signs were coming back to her more easily, so she should be able to get the gist of what he was saying, even if she might not be able to translate every single sign at the same pace.

She wasn’t sure whether he really wanted to test her knowledge or if it was just a matter of him getting tired of talking--that was one thing that she could no longer understand, being winded from speaking too much in one sitting. Her fingers twitched just slightly at the melancholy thought, but she smoothed her hand against the table, returning her attention to Onyx, focusing on his hands as he began to sign.

It was easy for the red-haired girl to get lost, almost, in the monotony of reading and recalling the signs, and she felt she understood enough of his explanation to piece together what she hadn’t quite caught. She couldn’t say that she had much experience with anything related to an army, but it was...interesting to hear about the differences between what she knew of Mistral’s structure versus Atlas. Admittedly, the idea of ‘incentives’, or at least the way her companion described his partner’s situation, seemed more like coercion to her, an extreme kind of coercion bordering on blackmail, but he seemed to think of it more the way things were.

She tilted her head slightly. [That’s all very...interesting] she tried, having failed to come up with a better descriptor than ‘interesting’. [It’s definitely different than Mistral; we don’t have a great military, and certainly...we’re not as organized as Atlas.] Her eyebrows furrowed faintly as she recalled her translation of his last sentences, regarding his partner, and she wanted to clarify something. [Pardon, but you said...you said your partner wouldn’t--understand me? Do you mean she doesn’t know sign language, or...? Once my wrist heals, I’ll be able to write again...] Her Aura was aiding the process, so she didn’t think she’d be without the ability to write for more than a week at best.

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cocothegunbunny

Coco blinked, her eyebrows rising a little in a vaguely embarrassed ‘oops’ expression, and she tapped at her lips gently with the finger exposed by her shooting gloves. 

“Eh, it’s not really a sore spot, don’t worry about it.” She replied easily. She chewed thoughtfully on her lower lip, the lip gloss gleaming wetly in the sunlight as she thought hard about how to answer Pyrrha’s question. 

She didn’t want to come across as some kind of monster, but she DEFINITELY didn’t have the generous bent that Velvet seemed to have, where everyone could be salvaged. 

“It’s not that I’d rather NOT protect civilians,” She began slowly. “I mean, when it comes right DOWN to it, we have an obligation to protect people.” 

She let that hang in the air for a long moment, more to give herself time to think than to make any kind of point. Philosophy was not her strong suit. If it HAD been, it would have been designer, and made of silk. She preferred thinking in shining, straight, clear lines - from where she was, to her goal. The reasoning behind it was VERY low on her list of priorities. 

“I think though, there’s a difference between standing between people and the Grimm, and protecting people from being stupid,” she said finally, giving Pyrrha an uncertain look. “Does that make any sense at all?”

Without waiting for a reply, she went on, “It’s just…I don’t know. People like to talk about how great and ascendant humanity is, but I just see people, y’know? We can be pretty great sometimes, but we can also be pretty careless, stupid and hateful. And I didn’t sign up to be a huntress to let the hateful parts of humanity snuff out the best parts. So the part of me that’s a vindictive bitch would absolutely love to leave those people to their own devices, and maybe even grab some popcorn as they got the end they richly deserve.” 

“I don’t think I would, though. I hope not. I like to think I’m better than my mothers that way, at least. I don’t have to like them to do my job. But I don’t think I have it in me to be as noble as my team is. Or even you, for that matter.” 

Coco flashed Pyrrha a fliratious grin. “I’m drawn to people like you and Velvet - maybe because I don’t have it in me to be as naturally good as you are, so I find it attractive,” she murmured, pulling down her sunglasses to wink at Pyrrha. 

“But if that makes me evil, I like to think I’m a lesser evil. The kind that’ll protect people like you from the people you want to protect.” 

Pyrrha had been a bit concerned that her question might come off as potentially rude to her companion, but it seemed that Coco understood the intent behind the question. It wasn’t a question she necessarily needed to have answered, as it was only a byproduct of her own curiosity, but--wasn’t it better to have a wider understanding of others’ motives and the reasoning behind their actions?

She listened as the older girl spoke, giving occasional nods at times. Of course, there were some who thought that a Huntress or Huntsman’s primary duty was to hunt down and exterminate any Grimm they came across, but truly, it had always seemed to her that the duty of a Huntress or Huntsman was to defend the people of Remnant--by attacking the Grimm, yes, but it was the civilians that came first.

The red-haired Faunus tilted her head as Coco kept speaking; it was, if not entirely ‘morally’ correct, a reasonable understanding nonetheless. If one went by an entirely moral understanding, then everyone was worthy of being saved, regardless of past misdeeds. Pyrrha believed in second chances, that was true, though it was also true she was more likely to forgive if the person in question appeared truly remorseful for their past mistakes. But not everyone was like that; she was not so naive that she couldn’t understand that.

Her way of thinking might be more optimistic than many, especially when she was a Faunus and not a human. But even if she could understand that someone had done something terrible, she didn’t think she could let someone die in front of her without making some effort at helping them. And perhaps it was a matter of morality, again; even if they had done something terrible, she couldn’t bring herself to commit a similarly terrible crime by allowing them to die--no, to let them die knowing there was something that could have been done to save them, that she could have done to save them. That was almost as if she’d decided their death herself, and she would not place herself above others that way.

I understand your reasoning, she wrote out at last, her eyebrows furrowing as she considered how to word her reply. Of course, there’s terrible people in this world. Probably anyone could be petty or cruel depending on their circumstances. Those boys from before, they may just be repeating what they were taught by their parents and society, or maybe they’ve felt wronged by Faunus in the past...

I’m not naive enough to think that there aren’t such people alive, but even so...I think I’d still try to protect them with everything I have, because if I don’t, if I let them die knowing that there was something I could have done to save them--even if they’ve done something awful--it would almost be like if I chose their death for them, if you understand what I mean? Her wings shifted at her back, a touch anxiously as she wasn’t entirely sure whether or not her perspective would seem absurd to Coco, but she carried on. And I don’t want to be the kind of person who chooses who lives and who dies. It’s not my place, and I don’t have the right to take anyone else’s life.

[voicelessvictory]

team-vlts

“Oh, that sounds like a good snack right now. Yea we’ll take two of those.”

The big man smiled. “Of course, Just have a seat over here it’ll be just a few minutes.” he then turned around and started cooking their noodles.

Looking to his right Sigal saw a few stools at like a bar like set-up. “Shall we?” he soon walked over and pulled out two of the stools from under the counter for both of them, it must be an odd time to be eating as they were the only one’s at the shop or maybe it was just really bad. it didn’t matter he needed to eat so he couldn’t really be picky. 

“Again I'm so sorry for this. normally I’m much better at keeping up on my meds but the excitement of the fair just kind of made me lose track of time I guess, Thankfully I set up alarms ahead of time.”

Pyrrha followed Sigal to the stools, seating herself on the right-hand one. She set her notebook and pencil on the countertop, glancing around for a moment to observe the fairgrounds. Certainly, there seemed to be many people out and about, observing the different vendors or just enjoying the sights.

She did notice that there wasn’t anyone else at their noodle stand, but that didn’t immediately mean that the noodles were terrible. This time of day wasn’t necessarily the time that many would be eating, anyways, when it was between lunch and dinner. She was perhaps optimistic in that regard, but she liked to give everyone the benefit of the doubt unless they had done wrong in a way that couldn’t possibly be misinterpreted.

The red-haired girl returned her attention to her companion when Sigal spoke. It’s not a problem, she reassured him, why should I be angry, when it’s a matter of your health at stake? Even if it wasn’t what was considered a ‘serious condition’, one’s health was very important and that should come first.

Admittedly, she was a bit curious about why he had to take medication, but she would never ask unless he offered to tell her himself, of his own accord. After all, she was sure plenty of people were curious about her own speech impediment, and while it had a very simple and even likely-expected answer, it wasn’t like she enjoyed telling of it. You’re responsible enough to set alarms, she offered, so that has to count for something, doesn’t it?

[voicelessvictory]

@uncommon-allies [continued from here]

“ It is a relief to hear one of us is going well. I believe you are still going in your goal to become a huntress, yes ? I hope you have been learning new things useful for your future “

“ As for me, aside of the usual engagements against the Grimm and now some people wearing white clothing; I’m still doing my best to survive. That is why I am so glad to see a friendly face “

The alien stood silent for a moment, wondering if he could ask the questions that has been bugging him since a few days ago; once he gained enough determination he looked at the girl again

“ Miss Pyrrha, may I ask something ? The people I have been fending off have animal features on them, is that normal in your world ….. or those are the result of a strange illness ? “

Pyrrha bobbed her head in a quick nod. Yes, I’m still working on becoming a Huntress, she affirmed, and I’m definitely learning a lot! Hopefully, she’d be able to put all that information to good use, and although she doubted the Grimm could be eradicated within a single generation, at least she and the others were working to make Remnant a safer world.

She tilted her head slightly at his mention of combat against people wearing white clothing--oh, was he talking about the White Fang, perhaps? She hadn’t thought that they would attack someone like Thel, clearly not human or Faunus, but maybe they thought he was another kind of Grimm, despite lacking any common similarity with the darkness-creatures Huntresses and Huntsmen fought on a regular basis.

I’m happy that you’re unhurt, the red-haired girl scribbled down, understanding that even if he might be adjusting to this world’s rhythm, that it was still difficult to learn about an entirely different way of life. And I’m sorry we haven’t had the opportunity to speak more, I might have been able to make it easier for you to be here.

Her eyebrows rose a little at the question, unexpected at first but understandable, since she didn’t believe the Faunus had ever come up in their past conversation. Those people are known as Faunus, she explained, and that’s simply the way they are, it’s not the result of an illness. The ones you met are likely members of the White Fang, a Faunus civil rights group that’s recently turned to more...violent endeavors to reach their goals.

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sigal-rp

@voicelessvictory

“No that will do just fine….You’re very observant I didn’t even notice we passed it.” he turned around to start walking back to the noodle shop. 

How did he not notice it was like right there in front of them. As they walked up to the stand he stopped looking around to see what they had to offer. 

“Good evening sir.” Sigal spoke to the one running it seeming they had no line at the moment. 

“Well hello, you two Hope you’re enjoying the Fair.” it was a big man with a big belly wearing a chef hat and an apron, a black t-shirt under it. He had no hair at least none Sigal could see.

“Oh yes very much so,” Sigal replied. “I would just like your cheapest noodles I need some food to take my pill.”

“Oh is that all…..well about this if you get two things I’ll give you one for free.”

“Well, I only need one. Pyrrha did you want something my treat.” Looking to Pyrrha to see her response.

Pyrrha waved a hand idly. Some of my teammates like eating food often, so I’m used to spotting food vendors or restaurants, even if it’s not necessarily what the others want to eat. She also tried to look for more healthy options, but given that this was the fairgrounds, more of the food would err on the side of sugary or high in calories, as far as she understood.

She looked over the menu as Sigal conversed with the man running the stand; she didn’t really need to eat now, but it might be good to do so in case she ended up taking more time at the fair than she thought she’d originally have. She and her teammates didn’t always eat dinner together, after all, depending on how much homework they each had, or if they were studying for a test, so it wouldn’t be so terrible to have a later dinner, as no one would be waiting up for her unless she messaged them first.

The red-haired girl glanced up at the question. She didn’t want to have Sigal spend his money on her, but the chef had offered him a free meal if he bought one first, so if he paid for his own than hers would be free, and thus no undue expense on her companion. And since she didn’t need a lot, she could just get a smaller noodle bowl and that should be enough to tide her over until dinnertime came around.

She picked up the menu, sweeping her eyes across the options again, before finally deciding on a small bowl of noodles with chicken. I’ll have this one? she wrote down, flipping the menu around so that Sigal could see it, and pointing to the correct noodles.

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rosesofflame

           “T-This probably sounds SILLY, but I think the fact             that we COLLIDED into each other just kind of makes             it more MEMORABLE, right?”

Giggling fills the small space between the two, shorter of the red heads tilting her head a little as she watches Pyrrha doing her best to write and walk at the same time. If she isn’t careful, those books will go flying from the Huntress in training’s arms again. Well, they’re definitely late, that’s for sure, but Mysti isn’t too worried about that right now because she’s still a little STARRY eyed over meeting one of the coolest Huntress trainees in Beacon. A living prodigy, to say the least. 

After another minute, younger cranes her neck to look at the scribbled note, nodding a little in acknowledgement of her name being spelled a little weird. She doesn’t blame anyone for getting it wrong or anything, it happens, considering that she spells it with a ‘Y’ rather than an ‘I’ as most would think.

                “ Don’t worry about it, Miss NIkos. It’s м-ү-s-т-ι“

Pyrrha tilted her head, considering that viewpoint. It was probably true that a more surprising first meeting would more easily stick in one’s memory, rather than if either one had approached the other just on a whim. While she tried to remember most, if not all, of the names of the people she met over the years, she was only human, and thus, couldn’t always remember others if there hadn’t been a defining moment to be recalled.

I suppose it does, she agreed after another moment, nodding slightly. At least it’s something to be appreciative of when remembering the day. That and it would be easier to try forgetting that both of them were late to Doctor Oobleck’s class, but that was something else entirely.

The red-haired girl listened to her companion’s spelling of her name, noting that it was indeed different than she had thought it would be. Even if some people didn’t mind having their names misspelled, she felt it was always safer to ask, just to avoid any unfortunate encounters in the future. Mysti, then. I’ll try to make sure to remember the spelling.

She hesitated. You can call me Pyrrha, she scribbled down, the only people who call me ‘Miss Nikos’ are the teachers. Hearing it from someone like another student made her feel a bit more unapproachable, since it made it seem--to her, anyways--that the other students would be more uncomfortable around her, even when she tried to be as pleasant as possible. She glanced forwards and spied the door for Doctor Oobleck’s class on the right side of the hallway; hopefully the professor wouldn’t take too unkindly to their being late.

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teamoliv

Onyx waited calmly as the girl pondered over the question to ask. It was no real wonder why. Without a specific direction or a goal in mind finding a wandering question or curiosity was shockingly difficult even the most inquisitive of minds. However he did take a small delight noticing it didn’t take her long to find something.

She wanted to know what Atlas was like. Apparently she’d never been there. He found this a little surprising out of a world-famous champion. But a question was a question.

“Atlas…” He starts to turn his hands in line with his speech again, “Atlas is, as you might suspect, rather cold. Nearly all settlements reside in or around Atlas, Mantle, or the dust mine settlements with dust-based heat being most of what warms people. A few intrepid or possibly suicidally stupid souls try to use wood and live out in the fringes of the mines.”

One of his teammates lived that sort of lifestyle before coming to Atlas Academy. Without Hamelin to explain that such a wanting life existed at all Onyx would have thought it a fanciful tale. Still, that wasn’t the question he was asked so he leaves it out for now. No reason to not continue to be the font of information he’s presented himself as.

“The city itself is rather strict as you might suspect of something married into the military. However, the businesses thrive quite well outside of it- mostly due to the Schnee Dust Company which I do hope needs no explanation. My own family is an investor of theirs. One of a countless number, really. If you want to thrive in Atlas, you either back the Schnees or the military. Thankfully the two are on good terms.”

Pyrrha bobbed her head in nods as Onyx spoke; she had expected to hear that Atlas was cold, what with the kingdom being located on Remnant’s northernmost continent. Using Dust for heat was an innovation unseen in the village she’d grown up in, but that was likely because Mistral’s climate was more temperate, and the addition fact that her village bordered the ocean had helped them escape from any truly cold winters.

Still, she didn’t doubt that there were some who would prefer to use wood instead of Dust; Dust could be volatile, after all, if it was unrefined and one hadn’t been taught much in the ways of using it. She had considered using it in her weapon for a while, in the designing stages, but she’d eventually come to the conclusion that she couldn’t depend on having a stable source of Dust, so she had built Miló to function with Aura bullets instead.

The red-haired girl nodded at the mention of the Schnee Dust Company--it was no surprise that such a large business would be connected to many smaller ones, especially when the Schnees had a rather large monopoly on Dust extraction and refinement. She had also heard of Atlas’s military, the likes of which were seemingly unparalleled. Her own kingdom’s military was outdated in comparison.

Still, she supposed there were a few more questions to be asked. [I’ve heard that students of Atlas Academy...typically join the military once they’ve graduated. Is that true?] She knew that Beacon didn’t put any pressure on where a student would go once having become a fully-accredited Huntsman or Huntress, but she did wonder at how much those at Atlas were persuaded to join up with the kingdom’s military.

[voicelessvictory]

" Has been a long time since we saw each other. I hope you have been going well, golden huntress "

Pyrrha turned at the sound of the familiar voice, offering a quick smile at the sight of the unusual alien. Oh! Hello again, Thel, she scribbled down on her ever-present notebook. It has been some time, yes! I’ve been doing well. School could be difficult, but she felt like she was learning a lot, and it would help her further down the line, once she’d graduated and was working as a Huntress full-time.

She considered her companion; he didn’t seem to have accrued anything terrible in the time since they’d parted, but nonetheless she wrote, I do hope you’ve been doing well, also!