Post by Headphone Actor on Oct 20, 2019 2:33:03 GMT -5
Yeah so this is a 1x1 thread for 𝕊’𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖 and I. Uhhh....for RWBY 'n stuff. So yeah.
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Celadon Charlie Han
Team CNRD (Canard) | Grifter Bolt | 18
It was cold, in the wilds surrounding Vale.
Celadon had thought that being sent outside the kingdom walls itself would bring a little peace. Well...not peace exactly, there was no escape from the hell that the one great city had become. Engulfed in flames, overrun with the creatures of Grimm, given to looting and chaos.
The screams could still be heard from the distance, and it added to the chill that had settled into his bones.
Beacon and the Kingdom of Vale had been working night and day for weeks now, rebuilding the city and driving away the monsters. But there was no visible change in the city, any progress that was being made was quickly undone by the unrelenting wave of Grimm that were drawn to the city by that...that thing. Celadon had never seen a Grimm like it before. Obviously, it was a dragon, but there'd never been mention of a dragon Grimm before. That...hadn't been brought up their entire time at the Academy, or in any lesson given in combat school before that.
While Celadon could hear the city from here, seeing it was another beast entirely. In fact, if it weren't for the campfire, he couldn't see his own hand in front of his face. He was lucky to be able to see his teammates from here.
He hated the dark. He really did.
Back home in Vacuo, it wasn't that bad. The moon usually shone down brightly across the desert, illuminating the empty wastelands for as far as the eyes could see. It was different here in Vale, where the heavily forested areas blocked the moon's light at night. If he had his way, then he'd simply leave the "night vision" thing to his Faunus friend, since he was nocturnal and...well...a Faunus, which just sort of meant he was naturally better at that sort of thing.
But...well...
Celadon had never expected one of his friends to be one of the maniacs in masks.
The Grimm hadn't been the worst part of the attack. There had been no good part, obviously, but Celadon could have handled hacking apart a bunch of brainless monsters, with no souls or lives, or faces he recognized. But when the White Fang joined the attack, it...got a lot more personal.
"Get out of my way, Donny." Dunstan hadn't had to take off the mask for the leader of CNRD to recognize his teammate's voice. Or the large ears pinned back to the scruffy, messy mop of hair on top of his head. Vulcan Lux was in shield mode, but that didn't ease Celadon's fear at all. After all, if he'd sided with the enemy -- if he felt so strongly that he could join the attack on his fellow classmates and kingdom -- then that shield could change at any second and end him. Celadon couldn't believe him, obviously. What looked like fear could actually be a trap. What appeared to be hesitation could actually be a cornered animal ready to spring. He didn't know but he couldn't hurt him either. So, he did what he could at the time.
He'd ran.
It wasn't something he was particularly proud of, but he, Celadon Charlie Han, the oldest son of former Vacuo hero Huntsman, Morado Han, had turned and ran from a fight.
It wasn't that Celadon wasn't sure if he could square up against his former teammate. Dunstan had trained alongside him, so he knew what the Faunus boy was capable of. Dunstan was capable of handling his own, but he was still small, scrawny. He'd often joked about the possibility of his leader beating him up.
"That's the face of a man that's going to throw me into a rocket locker." Dunstan had accidentally set one of Celadon's shirts on fire, back when they were first years. It hadn't been on purpose, even if it was one of the casual disasters that sort of followed the smaller boy around. Celadon had slowly gotten used to that and kept a closer eye on his clothing and personal belongings. At the time though, he'd been furious, and honestly, if it hadn't been for Nyx, he would have probably done exactly what the bat boy had joked about. After he'd cooled down though, and his smaller teammate had gotten brave enough to approach him again, there'd been an apology, and Celadon had been taken aback by how sincerely sorry those amber eyes had been behind his glasses.
"Not this time, but watch it...squirt." Celadon had punched him in the shoulder, and Dunstan had started laughing. Things still got destroyed after that, but it had never been on purpose. He could tell.
And now he couldn't. And he hadn't been able to afford the time to waste, trying to find out why. That was the one thing that he couldn't get off his mind was the why. As far as Celadon knew, Dunstan didn't hate humans. He seemed to have gotten along with the rest of Canard just fine. Sure, there'd been instances, where he or another member of the team would have to back the guy up, or pull him out of a fight. But those had been genuine instances of bullying, not just random attacks on innocents.
So when had this happened?
Part of him wanted to track him down. Not to hurt him -- not from the start, at least -- but to get answers. The three of them had been best friends. Teammates. Family, for these past two years, ever since they'd met in the Emerald Forest. He'd trusted him, alongside Nyx and Rune, with his life in countless literal life or death situations. And time after time, they'd delivered, until this last time.
Celadon's eyes turned towards the girls, also in the camp. He trusted them still, but he wondered what was going through their minds right now. It hadn't been long, and if it was affecting them like it was affecting him, then maybe he should...check up on them.
"Nyx? Rune? Y'all awake?" He hadn't spoken loudly, never could tell what dangers were in the surrounding area, but loud enough to perhaps get their attention if they were awake. The team leader pushed his hat up from his eyes, giving a suspicious glance around their surroundings.
Celadon had thought that being sent outside the kingdom walls itself would bring a little peace. Well...not peace exactly, there was no escape from the hell that the one great city had become. Engulfed in flames, overrun with the creatures of Grimm, given to looting and chaos.
The screams could still be heard from the distance, and it added to the chill that had settled into his bones.
Beacon and the Kingdom of Vale had been working night and day for weeks now, rebuilding the city and driving away the monsters. But there was no visible change in the city, any progress that was being made was quickly undone by the unrelenting wave of Grimm that were drawn to the city by that...that thing. Celadon had never seen a Grimm like it before. Obviously, it was a dragon, but there'd never been mention of a dragon Grimm before. That...hadn't been brought up their entire time at the Academy, or in any lesson given in combat school before that.
While Celadon could hear the city from here, seeing it was another beast entirely. In fact, if it weren't for the campfire, he couldn't see his own hand in front of his face. He was lucky to be able to see his teammates from here.
He hated the dark. He really did.
Back home in Vacuo, it wasn't that bad. The moon usually shone down brightly across the desert, illuminating the empty wastelands for as far as the eyes could see. It was different here in Vale, where the heavily forested areas blocked the moon's light at night. If he had his way, then he'd simply leave the "night vision" thing to his Faunus friend, since he was nocturnal and...well...a Faunus, which just sort of meant he was naturally better at that sort of thing.
But...well...
Celadon had never expected one of his friends to be one of the maniacs in masks.
The Grimm hadn't been the worst part of the attack. There had been no good part, obviously, but Celadon could have handled hacking apart a bunch of brainless monsters, with no souls or lives, or faces he recognized. But when the White Fang joined the attack, it...got a lot more personal.
"Get out of my way, Donny." Dunstan hadn't had to take off the mask for the leader of CNRD to recognize his teammate's voice. Or the large ears pinned back to the scruffy, messy mop of hair on top of his head. Vulcan Lux was in shield mode, but that didn't ease Celadon's fear at all. After all, if he'd sided with the enemy -- if he felt so strongly that he could join the attack on his fellow classmates and kingdom -- then that shield could change at any second and end him. Celadon couldn't believe him, obviously. What looked like fear could actually be a trap. What appeared to be hesitation could actually be a cornered animal ready to spring. He didn't know but he couldn't hurt him either. So, he did what he could at the time.
He'd ran.
It wasn't something he was particularly proud of, but he, Celadon Charlie Han, the oldest son of former Vacuo hero Huntsman, Morado Han, had turned and ran from a fight.
It wasn't that Celadon wasn't sure if he could square up against his former teammate. Dunstan had trained alongside him, so he knew what the Faunus boy was capable of. Dunstan was capable of handling his own, but he was still small, scrawny. He'd often joked about the possibility of his leader beating him up.
"That's the face of a man that's going to throw me into a rocket locker." Dunstan had accidentally set one of Celadon's shirts on fire, back when they were first years. It hadn't been on purpose, even if it was one of the casual disasters that sort of followed the smaller boy around. Celadon had slowly gotten used to that and kept a closer eye on his clothing and personal belongings. At the time though, he'd been furious, and honestly, if it hadn't been for Nyx, he would have probably done exactly what the bat boy had joked about. After he'd cooled down though, and his smaller teammate had gotten brave enough to approach him again, there'd been an apology, and Celadon had been taken aback by how sincerely sorry those amber eyes had been behind his glasses.
"Not this time, but watch it...squirt." Celadon had punched him in the shoulder, and Dunstan had started laughing. Things still got destroyed after that, but it had never been on purpose. He could tell.
And now he couldn't. And he hadn't been able to afford the time to waste, trying to find out why. That was the one thing that he couldn't get off his mind was the why. As far as Celadon knew, Dunstan didn't hate humans. He seemed to have gotten along with the rest of Canard just fine. Sure, there'd been instances, where he or another member of the team would have to back the guy up, or pull him out of a fight. But those had been genuine instances of bullying, not just random attacks on innocents.
So when had this happened?
Part of him wanted to track him down. Not to hurt him -- not from the start, at least -- but to get answers. The three of them had been best friends. Teammates. Family, for these past two years, ever since they'd met in the Emerald Forest. He'd trusted him, alongside Nyx and Rune, with his life in countless literal life or death situations. And time after time, they'd delivered, until this last time.
Celadon's eyes turned towards the girls, also in the camp. He trusted them still, but he wondered what was going through their minds right now. It hadn't been long, and if it was affecting them like it was affecting him, then maybe he should...check up on them.
"Nyx? Rune? Y'all awake?" He hadn't spoken loudly, never could tell what dangers were in the surrounding area, but loud enough to perhaps get their attention if they were awake. The team leader pushed his hat up from his eyes, giving a suspicious glance around their surroundings.