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Have you checked for snakes in the brain?
It would be a temporary fusion through the magic of RWBY's stupidly advanced weapons technology.
I mean, it could just be that the swords are made out of a bunch of small sections to allow for the bending required, the ones at the end have mutual clasps built in.
Or a very firm magnetic seal.
I mean, it could just be that the swords are made out of a bunch of small sections to allow for the bending required, the ones at the end have mutual clasps built in.
Or a very firm magnetic seal.
Beryl and Luke <3
fanfic time!
OH SHIT THATS RIGHT! With his affiliation to the White Fang, that's four people who are White Fang deserters! We can totes make a team comprised of us deserters now. That's.... Gren, Grane, Geni, and Skyra. Hmm.
Team Gargles.
Scrolls probably have a privacy setting. Hit a digital button and suddenly every angle but yours is covered in screen glare.
@HereComesTheSnow@Crimmy@Write@Plank Sinatra
Luckily for Luke, Beryl was on the losing side of a battle to keep from yawning. It had been a long day and her recent outburst of emotions had hardly done her any favors in the energy department.
Holding a hand over her mouth she surrendered to the yawn, her body taking in a huge gulp of the air her brain demanded. With a slightly embaressed glance at Luke she began drying her own sopping wet clothes. It may have been more on the warm side, but the way the wet clothes clung to her skin made the Faunus distinctly aware of the rather less warm ocean breeze.
"Don't mind me. I'll probably be turning in once I'm dry in any case."
Beryl Harken
Luckily for Luke, Beryl was on the losing side of a battle to keep from yawning. It had been a long day and her recent outburst of emotions had hardly done her any favors in the energy department.
Holding a hand over her mouth she surrendered to the yawn, her body taking in a huge gulp of the air her brain demanded. With a slightly embaressed glance at Luke she began drying her own sopping wet clothes. It may have been more on the warm side, but the way the wet clothes clung to her skin made the Faunus distinctly aware of the rather less warm ocean breeze.
"Don't mind me. I'll probably be turning in once I'm dry in any case."
Well, running more off of RWBY weapon logic than real weapon logic.
Staff mode is activated by slamming the flat of the blades together and pulling the handles in opposite directions. As this happens a dust charge is activated and the blades kind of spiral as they extend.
The end result is a metal coil around a nasty elemental center, probably fire or lightning. Said element is channeled into whatever gets hit while your character wears special gloves to avoid being damaged himself.
Staff mode is activated by slamming the flat of the blades together and pulling the handles in opposite directions. As this happens a dust charge is activated and the blades kind of spiral as they extend.
The end result is a metal coil around a nasty elemental center, probably fire or lightning. Said element is channeled into whatever gets hit while your character wears special gloves to avoid being damaged himself.
@HereComesTheSnow@Crimmy@Write@Plank Sinatra
Beryl sniffed and wiped away a tear before replying.
"Yeah, I guess I just had to get some of that out of my system. Uh...thank you for the sweater. Give me a moment and I'll dry it."
Pulling the garment in question off her shoulders, Beryl held it up with one hand and made a slow pulling motion with the other. Bit by bit the drops of water that had soaked into the fabric floated free. Luckily Luke's hoody had barely had time to get damp so, roughly third seconds later, the young Faunus tossed a small ball of water back into the pool and handed her friend his now quite dry garment.
Beryl Harken
Beryl sniffed and wiped away a tear before replying.
"Yeah, I guess I just had to get some of that out of my system. Uh...thank you for the sweater. Give me a moment and I'll dry it."
Pulling the garment in question off her shoulders, Beryl held it up with one hand and made a slow pulling motion with the other. Bit by bit the drops of water that had soaked into the fabric floated free. Luckily Luke's hoody had barely had time to get damp so, roughly third seconds later, the young Faunus tossed a small ball of water back into the pool and handed her friend his now quite dry garment.
Wouldn't a semblance change require a massive change in the character's personality?
I would say the chances are pretty good. And it's not like asking them would do any harm if a new team was allowed to form.
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