Vishtaspa

Beacon academy (an oc rwby rp)

@RomanAria alright we have all we need when @Vishtaspa is online I'll make the IC

@Blueflame

I am ready when you are.

Beacon academy (an oc rwby rp)

I would not be unwilling to play a professor character if necessary.

Beacon academy (an oc rwby rp)

If we are incapable of reaching two full teams, what will be the plan then?

Beacon academy (an oc rwby rp)

If it is possible, I too wish to join.

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I would be willing to serve as a partner, although I am not entirely familiar with some of the fandoms listed.

Refuge of the Forgotten

I am simply waiting on a reply.

Refuge of the Forgotten

Rhodri recoiled, moving himself out of the path of the heat wave a mere second after it collided with his garbed shoulder. There was no damage whatsoever, but the sudden jolt of pain was utterly unexpected. It stung at him, the lance of heat stimulating the nerves at that point with surprising intensity.

"Ouch," he bit out, frantically grabbing at his shoulder. "Ow ow ow."

The pain though, disappeared almost immediately. Which allowed the Briton to return his attentions to the more important matter; the emotionally turbulent kid before him. The comment about Rayon's mother had obviously struck a nerve, and at this moment he wanted nothing but to find the kid's mum and shout at her for even daring to hurt this cute little guy. But ... He couldn't do anything.

And the kid was hurt.

"Hey ..." he spoke up softly, "you okay?"

Refuge of the Forgotten

"Huh."

To be perfectly frank, the teenaged Briton had no idea how to react to the kid's intensely innocent revelation. To be at risk of dying so young, to not even know one's own age ... that just wasn't right at all. Rhodri didn't want to, but he was already assuming the worst of Rayon's family. A seven/eight year old kid, somebody his own siblings' age, somebody who hadn't even reached puberty ... they shouldn't have the wounds that he could see right in front of him!

"Your dad sounds like a cool bloke," said the Welshman awkwardly, thoughts somewhat preoccupied with the revelation. "What about your mum then? What's she like?"

Refuge of the Forgotten

"Me mum's Rhiannon," he replied, warmly taking the young boy's hand and shaking firmly. "Not really a secret thing, but she ain't really the most famous of people ya know?"

Even as he did greet Rayon, however, the Briton was also surreptitiously gazing down at the strange scar marks on the kid's arm. He wasn't a guy with any great medical knowledge by any means, but he'd seen what a burn looked like before when his little sister had accidentally spilled boiling water on herself, and Rhodri was pretty sure those were burn scars.

But why did a kid like this have so many?

"Say," he queried. "How old are you, mate? "

Refuge of the Forgotten

The scars nearly sent Rhodri recoiling, but he held in his shock, not wishing to make the kid think that he was disturbing the Briton with his presence. Adopting a dazzling smile, and pushing the thought of the scars out of his mind (though also vowing to, if those scars were brought about by somebody, to beat the stuffing out of that person for dating to harm such a cute is), he crouched down so that they were face to face.

"Nah mate, I jumped," he said, gesturing at his legs. "Mum gave me super strength. It's pretty wizard."

The wonders of divine powers were real great.

"So, what's your name? I'm Rhodri. Rhodri Ceredigion."