[A: Wake up, start again] [Beaten, battered, the taste of blood and flame in her mouth. Pyrrha Nikos gasps to life in a dingy garage with no memory of how she got there, or even how she's still breathing.
So, the first order of business was locating... someone. Anyone. If she had enough time, perhaps Beacon hadn't been fully evacuated yet. Which just formed further worries in Pyrrha's gut, weighing her down. Did the others survive the attack? Did that girl who was after the maiden powers? Did she ruin everything?
Wasn't she supposed to die?
If you were just awaking in this garage, or perhaps one of the less-recent arrivals looking to scrounge around, a young woman dressed for battle is slowly making her way out of the filth, staggering on bloodied limbs. Crimson, like her hair, drips from her chestplate. A phantom pain stabbing into her chest makes Pyrrha gasp, bringing a hand up to find.... nothing. No wound in the base of her neck. Not even a scar. Just blood.
Just Pyrrha. The invincible girl.]
[B: Keying your car] Hello! Excuse me?
[Wandering in, well, a general direction, Pyrrha's seeking out anyone who might listen to her woes. Or at least look at the keys dangling from one of her hands.]
Do these belong to anyone...? I-I found them in my pocket. And I don't have a car yet.
[And yet, even if she wasn't aware of it yet, there's a vehicle sitting out there. Waiting for her to realize those driving lessons are about to pay off.]
[C: Fly phoenix fly] [The worse of the storm was behind them, but there's still a mess to be sorted out. Pyrrha's long since offered her service - helping mend the damages done to the cars, scavenging for scrap parts, and offering some battlefield first-aid to those that really need it.
In between that, though, she's brought to a pause by the shimmering feathers floating down from on high. Perhaps it was a mistake, but if she just took one for herself nobody would mind, surely...
At least before Pyrrha started to suddenly float up into the air.]
W-whoa. Hey! Wait!
[Flailing! Someone! This was outside her wheelhouse!]
Pyrrha Nikos | RWBY | New Character
[Beaten, battered, the taste of blood and flame in her mouth. Pyrrha Nikos gasps to life in a dingy garage with no memory of how she got there, or even how she's still breathing.
So, the first order of business was locating... someone. Anyone. If she had enough time, perhaps Beacon hadn't been fully evacuated yet. Which just formed further worries in Pyrrha's gut, weighing her down. Did the others survive the attack? Did that girl who was after the maiden powers? Did she ruin everything?
Wasn't she supposed to die?
If you were just awaking in this garage, or perhaps one of the less-recent arrivals looking to scrounge around, a young woman dressed for battle is slowly making her way out of the filth, staggering on bloodied limbs. Crimson, like her hair, drips from her chestplate. A phantom pain stabbing into her chest makes Pyrrha gasp, bringing a hand up to find.... nothing. No wound in the base of her neck. Not even a scar. Just blood.
Just Pyrrha. The invincible girl.]
[B: Keying your car]
Hello! Excuse me?
[Wandering in, well, a general direction, Pyrrha's seeking out anyone who might listen to her woes. Or at least look at the keys dangling from one of her hands.]
Do these belong to anyone...? I-I found them in my pocket. And I don't have a car yet.
[And yet, even if she wasn't aware of it yet, there's a vehicle sitting out there. Waiting for her to realize those driving lessons are about to pay off.]
[C: Fly phoenix fly]
[The worse of the storm was behind them, but there's still a mess to be sorted out. Pyrrha's long since offered her service - helping mend the damages done to the cars, scavenging for scrap parts, and offering some battlefield first-aid to those that really need it.
In between that, though, she's brought to a pause by the shimmering feathers floating down from on high. Perhaps it was a mistake, but if she just took one for herself nobody would mind, surely...
At least before Pyrrha started to suddenly float up into the air.]
W-whoa. Hey! Wait!
[Flailing! Someone! This was outside her wheelhouse!]