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I used to be able to do most of Not Afraid.

Man, being a skinny, pasty white kid in ROTC that could rap made me feel so hardcore. Psssshhh. Ahhhh, the cringe-worthy high school days.

NOW REMEMBER YOUR CRINGE MOMENTS, PEASANTS
GOD DAMMIT JUN GET YOUR SHIT TOGETHER!

I knew I recognized your avatar, Nara! TOMO IS BEST MANGA
@MULTI_MEDIA_MAN

Can I sketch Oswald as a part of my practice sketches?


Go for it!
@Prince of Seraphs

This is just gonna have to be a thing now.

Also, the RWBY panel confirmed some interesting things. We'll be seeing quite a few new people soon.
Oswald Connoly- Infirmary


So, the man Sapphire's team had brought into custody had already managed an escape. That....was not a good thing. The timing was perfect. They'd lost their test subject, and it seemed this scientist, Pops, was somehow involved as well. Spring the scientist from jail, take back the kid, then launch an attack to draw attention away from it. The timing was just too perfect.

Once is happenstance.

Twice is coincidence.

The third time, it's enemy action. Something was very, very wrong here. And now it was obvious to Oswald.

"That...is bad. I don't mean 'stubbed toe' bad. I mean 'shot by an anti-air turret' bad." His example was oddly specific, but he was hoping Sapphire wouldn't be put off by that. She seemed to take a moment to think on her next words before asking her a question.

About one of her own teammates.

About what he, specifically, thought of said teammate.

Gren. The big, green hulking motherfucker with the monstrous weapon. Somehow, Marcus had defeated him during the first day of duels, but since his old team leader was gone now, it hardly mattered. What did Oswald think of him? Did Oswald think of him?

He was compelled to answer in the negative. "I don't know enough about the guy to say anything one way or the other. If it was Shiro, I could at least say a few words, but Gren's essentially an unknown to me. He offered us all food on that first day, but other than that I wouldn't call us any more than distant acquaintances. My first impression is that he tries...a bit too hard to be friendly to everybody around him, but that might just be my personal tendencies towards isolation talking."

Sighing, Oswald shook his head slowly. "This is a lot to think about. I still don't even know exactly what happened on my mission. After we split up, I didn't see Diamond or Emerald until I woke up here..." Although his pride was wounded at having been so brutally beaten, Oswald was more concerned about what that thing he'd fought was. It might have been a Huntress at some point, but during the fight it seemed to change. Become more evil, more soulless.

More like a Grimm. The thought was niggling at the back of his mind. He had to know.
@Multi_Media_Man... Where are you...?


Comic Con, you slut.

And don't you start getting impatient after two days. I'll slap your shit.

With love, of course
I'm waiting for the RTNY after party, for one.
NYCC is fun.

We took a lot of pictures.

A lot of Qrows there, myself included.

RWBY trading card are coming. I have three copies of the freking promotional pack. Which is the same three cards.

The Sunday panel may be getting a sneak peak on some in-progress work, like the RTX crowd did.

Hypuuu

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I'm the Qrow on the far right.
Well, there's one way for everybody to meet. Geralt nearly getting killed by a Redead.
Geralt of Rivia- Hyrule Castle Town


One moment, Geralt was riding his horse, Roach, along a path in Novigrad.

The next, he was in the middle of a small town center, paved with stone, riddled with monsters. Quickly hopping off of Roach's back, Geralt groaned as he pulled out his silver sword. "Must've gone through a portal...blacked out, forgot exactly what happened. Medallion's not humming, either. Not good..." The look of the own itself unsettled Geralt deep into his core. It was only small details: a few bricks looking wrong, a single shutter broken, just small details that stuck out like a sore thumb against a sheet of paper.

"Probably necrophages. Look like Drowners, but wrong. So slow compared to the-" Geralt's ramblings were cut short as a mind-numbing screech tore through his soul, rooting him to the very spot. His mind was filled with horrific visions- Ciri and Yennefer, flayed and hanged, his friends Dandelion and Zoltan burned at the stake, among other unsavory images. Geralt knew this was some kind of psychic attack, but knowing that and being unaffected by it were two completely different things.

As the monstrous creature drew closer, Geralt's hand began to twitch, his fingers attempting to move so he could cast Axii and give this monster a taste of its own medicine. His hand failed to move properly, however, and instead Geralt found himself surrounded by a field of magic, and the creature suddenly slowed drastically, his mind and body freed from the spell. "Yrden, not Axii. Works, though."

Stepping around to the creature's side, Geralt brought his sword down through its chest, pulling the blade out of flesh and spinning to direct a second cut through its arm, but the blade stopped at the bone this time. "Damn thing's tou-" Yrden fell, and Geralt found himself once more frozen by the undead creature, but this time he hadn't the luxury of distance between them. Almost as soon as he was frozen, the monster mounted Geralt, and he felt his body grow heavy as it sucked the life from him.

Had to be Aard this time. Blast the thing away, then run. The Wild Hunt has Ciri! He found it so difficult to concentrate on moving his hand. The images were overpowering him. Monsters, corpses, wars, battle, he could handle-but losing Ciri would kill him. You'll never see her again! The Empress will be too busy for a lowly Witcher!

Geralt's vision started to fade.
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