MasquedMartyr

A Roll of The Die

Julianna stared at the boy's desk, her gaze fixated on it with a sudden anticipation. The time it took for him to reply to her seemed like the longest couple minutes she had experienced in a long time. She was so focused on whether he had taken her bait or not. She fidgeted in her chair a little bit. She shouldn't have felt nervous, she realized.

Her hand grasped for the piece of paper with enthusiasm when he set it down. She had acknowledged how he toyed with the pages of his book while he opened it, but it took her a moment to understand why he did so. Her own fingers fidgeted with her book as she pried the folds of the paper open with her fingers.
The response took her somewhat by surprise. She thought she would have to try harder to convince him to leave the classroom. She made a display of keeling over, almost as though she were in pain.

“I think I need to see the nurse.”

Perhaps it wasn't the most foolproof of plans, but all she cared about at first was getting out of the classroom.

~*~*~*~*~

Rush nodded absently while she spoke. He didn't know much about instruments. He had a tendency to assume those that played anything other than a guitar, drums, or a keyboard only played classical music. He wasn't particularly interested in that style of music. He gave a noncommittal shrug when she asked about his profession.

“I guess you could say I'm a recruiter. I find people.” It was a vague answer. He wasn't sure how continue forward. He knew that he was supposed to persuade her for whatever reason, but shied away from wanting to say too much. He worried he would make her angry.

“No boyfriend,” he mused. “I'll be your boyfriend if you agree to meet my employer,” he joked. He laughed almost immediately and quickly apologized. “Sorry, I'm not trying to make fun of you.” He scratched at the nape of his neck awkwardly. He thought she would be furious with him for teasing her.

“I might know a party though,” he mused. That was if what had been planned could be considered a party. “Although the party I'm thinking of might start a little earlier than the parties you're used to. My boss is eager for some excitement, you see. I could introduce you to some of my friends.”

“I'm not in school,” he merely stated. He looked towards his car as she spoke. “No dealership,” he merely stated. “Tell you what. If you come with me to the party, you can have the car. No need to bother your dad that way.” He tried to ignore the guilt he felt for trying to bribe her. He wasn't good at the recruiting thing.

“Rush is short for Russell,” he finally told her. He grimaced at the mention of his name. “Do you have a nickname?” He pressed. “Clare?”

Custom Made Digimon d6 Game in Need of Testing.(Reactive)

Dropping in to say hi. I'm tobiax's friend. Relatively "new" to Digimon. Just getting into it after not watching any of it since I was a kid.

RWBY - Haze

It was unlike Gwyn to freeze up in battle. She usually reacted in a fluid manner, and did what felt natural to her. There were too many factors involved that distracted her and caused her to zone out. There were so many people before her. While it was true that her weapon and abilities made her more useful as a distanced fighter, she wasn't used to having seven allies. To make matters worst, the vast majority were in front of her. She couldn't charge in recklessly and use her weapon without possibly getting in someone's way, or worse. The chances that she would injure one of her comrades was too great a risk for her to take.

The Faunus stood like a deer caught in the headlights, or a sheep even. She didn't really process what was going on around her. The circular boomerangs clattered to the ground somewhere between her and the Basilisk as her concentration with her Semblance was broken. The copies of the original began to dissipate as she stared ahead, unfocused.

Moreover, Gwyn wasn't used to teamwork of any kind. Even a partnership between two people was a bit of a stretch for her. Taking direction from others wasn't something she was used to, and Nevin' Semblance only proved to distract her from what she should be doing. How was she supposed to deal with the not-so-subtle nudges that indicated to her what everyone else was doing? She didn't want to think about what the others were doing. His Semblance made her head ache, and started making her feel nauseous.

Gwyn's ears suddenly perked when she heard her name, and seemed enough to bring her out of her reverie as she focused on the verbal command.

Aim for the eyes.

She gripped Rhewlif more firmly and returned the boomerang to it's former location. She powered the boomerang up with the Dust inside of the weapon before using her Semblance to create a new set of copies. She duplicated the same number as before, creating a total of five in all. The original was the only one entwined with the ice-like Dust, however. The extra Chakrams hovered beside her weapon, two on each side.

When Gwyn fired off the boomerang of her weapon toward the Basilisk's face, she sent all five after it simultaneously. Each of the Chakrams were spaced apart at different intervals as she directed them forward. She hoped to distract the Basilisk at best, but also hoped one of them would catch the Grimm's face somehow.

The Basilisk managed to dodge her original, and swatted away three of her copies. He turned his face to avoid contact with his eyes in the process. It was almost as though it had managed to decipher Nevin's words. It was more likely that it naturally reacted in a way to avoid damage to the eyes. The final copy manage to strike the Basilisk's cheek, but there was no evidence of any damage inflicted by her.

RWBY - Haze

Ryu told me not to post because you wanted him to post, I think. I do know he was having trouble getting his posts to go through before though.

RWBY - Haze

That makes sense. My fault for not considering that. Sorry I haven't posted. I was busy doing stuff for school. Less hectic now though.

A Roll of The Die

In response to Bleu: You are free to post before it is your turn if you want to. I only ask that people take turns when all of the characters meet up so that somebody isn't consistently being skipped.

Additionally, I'm sorry for the delay. School was hectic the last week and a half. Things should be calmed down now that midterms are over.

A Roll of The Die

Rush was pleased with himself that she didn't get irritated by his joke. Although, the attempt at the joke was turned poor by his laughing – he really felt like he could have pulled it off if he maintained a serious expression. Or perhaps being serious may have had the opposite effect he desired. He was certain one of his friends would have appreciated it.

He prepared to pull one of the chairs out for her, but she had seated herself before he had a chance to provide the courtesy. He prepared to provide her with his name as he reached for the back of his own chair, poised to slide in across from her. He was momentarily startled when she reacted about the car. A delayed reaction, he noted.

The boy was quick to apologize. Maybe his joke hadn't gone over so well. He scratched at the back of his head somewhat nervously. “Sorry... That was sort of supposed to be a prank. It would be fine if you did scratch it. I could always get a new vehicle.” There was a pause as he realized he spoke casually of replacing his sports car with a different one rather than taking it into a shop to have the damage from the scratches fixed. “If you're interested, I could probably help you get into a car of your own like that one out there.”

He seated himself, finally choosing to introduce himself. “My name is Rush. Like, as in... Rush Hour?” He speculated, as though he felt the need to compare his name to something because she had. He considered her last remark, but the intended meaning seemed to be lost on him. “Do you pluck then?” He prodded and pantomimed playing something like a guitar. “Like strings,” he clarified.

~*~*~*~*~

Julianna continued to scribe into her notebook as though she were writing notes from the lecture. Her gaze drifted between the aforementioned teacher and the classmate she had passed her not to. Her hands seemed to retrieve the note, almost eagerly. Her fingers worked the folds open as quietly and inconspicuously as possible.

Her pen immediately began to scratch at the paper below his handwriting. Her letters slanted to the right, and she nearly hovered over the paper as she wrote. Unlike most of the members of the class, she leaned over her paper as she wrote, her head a scant few inches from the tip of her writing utensil. When she had finished scrawling her message, she folded along the lines that were already in the paper. Julianna's eyes flitted from the note before her and the teacher as she went about her actions.

She leaned over, scooting the piece of paper back onto Theo's desk.

If there isn't much to see then we should get out of here.
Don't you agree?

RWBY - Haze

I don't mean to create a fuss, but you did only give us permission to control lower ranked Grimm.

That aside, I'm having trouble feeling motivated to post after reading that message. The way you spoke about us controlling the Basilisk sounds like we're just posting to post. It seems like our attacks have no impact, and our posts serve no purpose. I don't see how me describing Gwyn's attacks on the Basilisk, and how the creature responds contributes anything to the RP. It just feels useless.

Ryu's mentioned several times that this fight is to show the disparity between the teams. I get that. I don't mind having my character be useless, but I have a hard time wanting to post when it seems like my post doesn't accomplish anything. There's a difference between having my character be useless and having my post be useless. With what you're saying, we could feasibly get away without even bothering to read each other's posts.

RWBY - Haze

Gwyn tried to take into account the attacks of the others while also reacting in a timely manner herself. She watched as the others prepared to attack themselves and aimed the blade at the tip of her weapon towards the Basilisk. She fired off the chakram-like boomerang, immediately latching her eyes onto the spinning object as it propelled it's way towards the serpentine creature's face. The boomerang appeared to divide in two and split itself into a pair of identical boomerangs. The chakram divided three more times, creating a total of five.

The boomerangs began to move towards the areas that Nevin had indicated the Basilisk used to attack. One continued spinning towards the face; more specifically, the mouth area. A second one targeted on the tail while the remaining three began moving towards the Basilisk's claws. There was a hope of injury sustained to the serpent on her part, but distracting it so at least one of the others could land a hit was something that she hoped for as well.

A Roll of The Die

Rush glanced towards the shop window impatiently. He was too preoccupied that he wasn't observant enough to notice the employee trying to capture his attention. The girl walked straight into his vehicle. He prepared to stand up and exit the cafe, but it seemed the door was her destination.

"... Sir?" The employee asked uncertainly.

His head pivoted towards her. "Right. Sorry." He quickly apologized and deposited a bill into the tip jar before taking his danish. He stood around absently, watching the new entrant surreptitously. When she moved to find a seat, he stepped in front of her to intercept the girl.

"You could have scratched my car. Don't you think you should have left a note or..." Rush started out with the momentum to appear furious, but it went downhill after that. He had struggled to keep his face straight, but one side of his mouth began tugging upwards while the other tried to remain flat and serious. His mouth quirked into a grin and he began laughing hysterically.

"Sorry, sorry." Rush repeated the word before extending his invitation. "Sit with me?"

~*~*~*~*~

Juliana began glancing around the classroom, observing her classmates one by one. It was a while before the voice of the teacher disrupted her from the notebook she was scribbling in. Another classmate entered. She watched him make his way to one of the seats near her.

Her pen continued to scribe as the teacher lectured, and she carefully ripped a paper out of her notebook, slowly enough to not alert everyone in the classroom. She placed it beside her notebook and her wrist kept moving between her class notes and the new sheet of paper while jotting something down.

When she had finished, she cautiously folded the loose paper. The perforation had been torn with great care prior to doing so. Julianna waited for the teacher to turn his back to the students to write on the board. She used the opportunity to slide the paper onto his desk. She rolled the perforation into a tiny ball while she waited for his response.

My name is Julianna.
Show me around after this?