#showamity

The world is a harsh place and Robyn is well adjusted to the bitterness and abuse that coils around it, suffocating people at it’s boot; people like herself and, at one point in time, the people of Mantle that she had tries to valiantly to aid and save.

But like all lawbreakers and all who turn their tide to swim against the stream, repercussions were only so far behind; a steady gain to retribution for actions that one would hardly call crimes.

Robyn Hill’s came in the form of another wealthy lord; another rich prick that took and took and took. Hubris was her undoing, breaking into his castle home and taking all she could carry within her grasp.

Gems, valuables, money, food-- Anything the people beneath his heel deserved, she aimed to take.

Fate had cruel plans in mind, indeed, and where Jacques Schnee grasped power beyond that of mortal holdings, Robyn did not know. Magicks were whispered in hushed tones at night; witches and wizards scorned and burned at stake, avoided and feared but they... were never real in Robyn’s mind. Not until it seized her form and robbed her of much more than just her pride.

From land to sea, the woman’s form was violently changed. Legs fused, skin to scales and a painful transition, air gasped and spluttered in as her form was tossed into the enclosed gulf at the heart of this kingdom; castle overlooking a steep cliffs edge. A dam and gate at the far end of the large gulf saw Robyn trapped, caged like the beast she was warping into.

 The water was cold and harsh but it’s depth and darkness comforting as the years bled together, as Robyn explored every inch of this new and extravagant jail cell. There was one exit and despite her form spanning close to eleven feet in length, she had not the power to break solid stone nor climb over the dam to freedom. 

So therein a tale of the lake monster was spun, a beast as large as a whale that could sink boats-- A large and sharp dorsal fin, grey scales and slitted purple hues; Claws and fangs washing ashore and the rumors of unearthly glowing seen on the darkest of nights.

“ I’m already under arrest!  So I’m going to hold your sister’s hand on the way into custody and you can’t STOP ME! ”

@showamity​:  "Qrow." her words are matched with a narrowed look, now ripped jacket folded under her arm. "Care to explain to me what happened to my coat? I tried asking Robyn but she ran off screaming 'not my fault, Qrow did it.' So-- ?"

“ Have fun,  dear, ”  Willow comments idly,  flipping to the next page of her book.  She doesn’t seem to be paying one ounce of attention.  “ Please,  do try to avoid the teenagers that arrived with your sister.  They seem... ”  Her eyebrows raise slightly as she searches for the word.  “ ...hm,  unstable. ”

Okay, okay.

Everything good?  Robyn sure as hell hoped so. She had spent the better part of two or three days prepping everything between vigilante justice and home life (though her mother was very insistent on knowing why her daughter was going to such efforts for some mystery lady). The huntress could only hope there was some pay off and Winter accepted the forthcoming apology for her panicked actions.

The knock to the door came too soon and Robyn found herself paralyzed for, but, a second before skittering down the staircase to grasp the door handle and swing the old oaken things open. 

There, in all her glory, was the mildly disheveled and brightly smiling Robyn Hill. “Hi-...Hi, Hey.” Her throat clears and proper etiquette is adhered to, door held open for the woman to enter in. “I hope you didn’t have too much trouble getting here?”

Trading out her word attire, Robyn donned a sincerely casual outfit of fitting jeans and a novelty shirt that seemed to don a cute depiction of a fox; a pun wrote in fanciful writing next to it read ‘Zero Fox Given’.

For a moment, however, Robyn did question whether she had actually mentioned dressing casually on the letter but... if that’s what Winter wanted to wear then who was she to question.