#tempesse

“ - Someone is dressed appropriately. “

you think it would be difficult to try and spot white against ... well white. But Blake has developed a talent for stumbling into her friends, new and old, whether intentionally or not. After all, Ruby was here ... that meant the W(eiss) was not going to be far behind.

arms folded and amber hues cast a glance to the ex-heiress, it feels like it’s been way too long since Blake had seen any of her team, but it simultaneously felt as if she had only spoken to them seconds ago.

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Next time you peruse through your mailbox, you will find a package:

          “ hello. “

          he remembers a time, long long ago, where he had loomed over her, him playing the role of a headmaster and she as a student, with him laying out dominos not so that weiss could topple them over-- rather, for her to craft her own foundation. the girl was a brilliant, eager soul, crippled by a pressing anxiety that carried her father’s voice and her name’s burden. 

          she’s so much more than that though, if that wasn’t already obvious at how she stared down at him, so much more confident, so much more powerful. ozpin sighs, remembering her horrified, betrayed look when the truth had come to light, when everyone had found that the role of headmaster had simply been a guise to hide that the wizard was truly, at his core, a liar. 

          the girl has every right to avoid him, to reject him entirely and leave ( something that he would gladly embrace, if only for the fact that he was a self-depreciating fool ), but with the mask of a child, he would rather not be confused with his much more innocent, much better counterpart. 

          “ i... apologize. for startling you. “ he starts, unsure, uneasy. i was worried that you were going to say a much different name. “ i suppose it was just enlightening to see another familiar face. “

          “ when did you arrive here? “

event start for @tempesse​

          {♣} —; So it seems that these creatures were harmful, were they? How delectable. The perfect place for her then was on the frontline, watching up close exactly just how dangerous they were. From what she read in the bestiary, they had the power to stun people, and steal voices as well as their life from them. Quite the interesting concept. 

          {♣} —; She follows a crowd towards another place—Lelantos’ Grip. An armory of sorts. It has a fitting name. As she goes in, her eye gazes around the room for suitable weapons. Finally she reaches out towards one, grazing someone elses hand as they also reached for it. Oh?

          embarrassment aside of almost mistaking weiss for her older sister, this time yang is 100% certain that this is, in fact, her teammate. she looks cozy, as if she truly belonged in this frosty scenario; this isn’t a surprise, though. what strikes her is the fact that she’s here. all of team rwby is here, & though this greatly eases her mind about their whereabouts, it also makes her wonder: why ?

         all this wondering certainly can and will wait for a more appropriate time. for she’s totally going behind weiss for a dirty sneaky attack that, mind you,  would’ve worked just fine if she hadn’t slipped and grabbed onto the other to soften her fall. yeah, there they go right into the snow. way to go yang.

    what did they have to complain about anyway? it was their fault he was heading outside the village in the first place.. well, in a way. in truth, it was a complete accident that he happened to stumble upon ( and eavesdrop ) on a conversation between locals. at first, there was nothing worth noting about their idle chatter, almost driving him away in search of something more interesting, but the mention of a particular mountain caught his attention. to be more specific, a cave residing within the mountain.

    rubrum hole, they had called it; a place not recommended for travelers to explore. not recommended for weak travelers at least. if it were him, it wouldn’t be a problem to get there and back, but he had no intention of going to such a faraway place, even colder than eidolon itself. that is, until he heard something about strange, glowing crystals. crystals that emitted a red light, it seemed, which could only mean one thing--dust. fire dust, if he had to guess, sat untouched in the cave due to the lack of visitors, ready for the taking--for him to take it specifically since no one else was going to.

     which brings him to the present, at the bottom of the mountain. the journey wasn’t nearly as bad as everyone made it seem, but it was long, leaving him in the dark despite heading out at sunrise, slightly fatigued, and cold. painfully cold, but the thought of finally, finally acquiring some form of ammunition for his boots after it mysteriously disappeared is enough to distract him from it. even more important was that dust is familiar, perhaps the only familiar thing in this frozen tundra that he’ll ever see.

    … at least, that’s what he thought before he entered the cave.

    it’s funny, how life surprises you--or it would be, if it was a pleasant surprise. this is anything but funny. 

    crystals line every inch of the walls and ceilings as he was told they would, illuminating the dark with a bright red glow--and standing in the middle of it all is a pale figure he unfortunately recognizes. judging by the expression on her face, the feeling is mutual. 

    ❝ you’re joking, ❞ he states, disbelief in his tone. of all the people to find in a cave that wasn’t supposed to be occupied, of course it was one of the more well-adept members of team rwby. he recalls his defeat at the hands of her and her comrades not too long ago, a wound to his pride that remains fresh in his mind--and while he doubts she’s as strong on her own as she is with her team, he isn’t foolish enough to underestimate her after witnessing her skills firsthand. besides, there’s a very probable chance she isn’t alone, that her team lies deeper within the cave. the possibility has his teeth gritting, anxiousness building in his chest.

    ❝ what are you doing here? shouldn’t you be painting your nails or something with your little friends? ❞

Out of the few places that he’s visited so far, none of them really speak to him very much. Despite the fact that he’s been to so many worlds in his young life, for some reason, now more than ever, he feels...a little homesick. Never being a big fan of cold climates, and not knowing many cold climates, this place doesn’t exactly feel the most welcoming to him. Not to mention his friends aren’t with him. But hey, that never stopped him in the past. Maybe if he’s lucky, he’ll make the most of his time here. After all, it doesn’t seem like there’s anyway out, at least for quite a while.

And another thing, ever since arriving, he’d noticed that for what feels like the millionth time, he is mostly powerless. In front of his friends, he tries to pass this off as no big deal, but the feeling of being powerless eats away at him. More than he can say out loud, being able to do nothing is so frustrating. Despite what Riku had said to him in the past, he can’t help but feel weak without having friends by his side.

Wanting to find some place to think for a while, one of the places that sounds appealing to him is known simply as The Docks. Finally, a place with some water. Maybe the sound of the water gently flowing will help put his mind at ease, while also at least a little bit, easing that feeling of homesickness. With that in mind, he takes off immediately.

When he finally reaches The Docks, he takes a seat on the first empty bench he finds, leaning back a little while placing his hands behind his head. While the scenery of the world certainly pales in comparison to the Destiny Islands, there was something at least...kind of calming about being near the water.

Without even thinking, almost as if his body is moving on it’s own, he extends his hand forward as his Keyblade manifests in his hand. 

Welcome to Eidolon, traveler. Wishes have brought you far, and we know they will only bring you further.

You will find your residence in Bunkhouse #10.

Your rapier, Myrtenaster sits upon your mattress… where did its dust cartridges go? Oh, well…

Search, seek, persist. Take heart in your heart.