RWBY/RTGT Trash General #5: Forty Vials edition
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Izzy is apparently a 5'5" delicious brown with her chest wrapped enough to pass as a guy but with a nice ass.
I think the sword was posted last thread, as well as a picture that apparently has Izzy's skin tone.
I drew this the other day if it helps
Izzy drawing in progress. Which of the 4 best approximate her skin? Theres a lot of variation in the picture.
>Tfw we got Thatcher and Dryden now
I'll also vote for 4th.
Look upon my (half-assed) work, and deapair!
Also no lewding the cinnamon until (read as "if") Todd lewds her. Only depictions of atuff that happenned.
Great job, man.
>Also no lewding the cinnamon until (read as "if") Todd lewds her. Only depictions of atuff that happenned.
100% ok with this.
What you doing next? Head pat Izzy, Chloe or Todd?
Don't mind the hair and shit but did Newt say what Rachele's bottom clothing looks like?
I think he posted it but I forgot.
We must go browner.
Towards chocolate territory.
We must go further where nobody has tread before.
Go browner than pic.
I think I have mad brown disease.
Yes, you do.
Keep her at or lighter than Emerald imo.
Unstable 1mbps hypenet. I spent $5 on this.
Images and video are gonna be difficult... If I remember, you can google "Senjogahara ponytail" and be close enough. I can confirm if you post whatever the first image is.
You and Izzy have been waiting in the hallway for nearly an hour now. A somber man approaches the two of you.
"Mr. Colorful, Mr. Marius." He greets both of you. "I'm afraid I have some... Bad news."
"Bad news how?" You ask, indulging your native inquisitiveness.
"It's regarding your placement exams. I'm afraid we're going to have to ask you to make a difficult choice."
Izzy's attention hits full at the mention of placements.
"It's come to our attention that your semblance is... A touch more violent than we generally know how to deal with." The man continues to frown.
"So I need to ask you to make a difficult choice... Either you have to drop out from selection exams completely... Or we will need to completely restrict your semblance for the safety of other students."
You can practically feel Izzy's heart sink. "I understand you may find this difficult to accept and even understand... We're giving you a few days to decide."
"But... I was just getting good."
The man glances at you, but says nothing, continuing his walk away.
 Lash out at him
 Go to your room
 Ask Izzy to dinner
As always, popular extra votes can be done.
Yeah, pretty much. The bow is a bow, not a scrunchie.
So we were just scorched by someone during fucking sparring, and he is telling us our semblance is "too violent".
Wasn't Chloe disqualified from Vytal because she made man-mush, and yet she's still at the school?
Call him out on that, I see some issues there.
"...With all do respect, sir... What the fuck?" You walk after the man. Izzy grabs hold of your arm, skidding along behind you as she tries to keep you back.
"I'm sorry, Mr. Colorful, but the decision has been made."
"No, that's horse shit." You respond as politely as you can muster at the moment.
"I understand you're upset, Mr. Colorful but it's not my decision."
"Well I think it should be my god damn decision!" You snatch the man's arm. He looks ready to defend himself, but his posture relaxes.
"Look... I'm sorry, but I'm just the messenger... Take it up with the Atlas subdivision meeting this evening."
Looks like you...
 Have a meeting to attend
 Should drop it
"Now... Before we move on the fiscal budget for the quarter... Does anyone have any further issues to bring up?"
"Yes, I've been reviewing the decision to make dorms co-ed and feel it may be time to consider providing birth control methods to the stu-" The doors explode inwards, rattling off of the walls.
"I've got a god-damn problem!" You shout into the normally quiet chambers. Izzy has since given up on stopping you, standing near the door as you stride inside. She made sure your uniform was as in-order as possible. Some hope that you could sway the adamant.
The proctor sets some papers aside gently, looking you over. "And you are?"
Just those three words cause the hair on your neck to stand on end, your instincts are telling you to run already.
"I'm Todd Colorful and I want to know why the hell I'm getting neutered right after I just got back into the placement exams!"
"...Quaint." The proctor responds. "You understand this is a private meeting, I assume?"
"Fuck, excuuuse me for interrupting your private meeting where my future is oh-so-politely shoved under a bus!"
"...A what?" One of the men in the auditorium asks another. "No idea."
"Why the hell can't I use my semblance?" You demand.
The proctor seems to have dealt with this type of thing before, thumbing through some pages.
"Ah. Yes. The young man who can go through other individuals aura with a bladed weapon." He sighs. "I feel like this should be obvious, but you are too dangerous to other students. If, for instance, an event like..." He thumbs another page. "The young faunus boy whose ankle you nearly severed happened again, we likely wouldn't be able to suppress it."
"What the hell do you mean 'severered his ankle,' I hit him and he fell on top of me."
"Because his foot effectively came off. Luckily, a clean cut like that was mendable."
Well, you got your answer... You could do a lot more than seriously injure someone. If you were allowed your semblance, you could cripple your opponents permanently rather than put them in the infirmary.
"Are you satisfied?"
 Fuck no
Do they not realize that our career path is limited?
By telling us we can't fight, they're incentivizing us to break rules and start earning a living from crime.
(I mean we're a stripper but still)
Give us a just rank for forcing us to drop out or basically fight blindfolded with both arms strapped behind our backs. Otherwise we're liable to keep fighting to prove our worth, and we're new to this whole thing. Who knows when our semblance might.. "slip."
"No! What the fuck? Who'd be fine with just being told to suck it up or drop from the rankings? I've only got the one semblance. I can't fucking make up a new one! You're asking me to either fight at less than half of what I can do or not fight at all! It's a combat school! People can get hurt!"
"It is still a school, Mr. Colorful." The proctor's voice raises just an octave. "We can't cripple a generation of hunters just to see your name with a pretty letter beside it."
"Then just give me and Izzy the rank we deserve if you're not even gonna make it a competition!"
"And raise questions with the entire student body? I think not."
"This... This is bullshit!" You shout once more, your temper flaring as your arm does something you weren't intending. You threw your gladius. On impact, the podium that the proctor was sitting at is split in two. The blade embeds into the wall behind the proctor.
"...Indeed." The proctor seems to have avoided it.
"Well, Mr. Colorful. I'd say you've made all of the statement you came here for." The proctor removes your weapon from the wall, tossing it to your feet. "We'll take everything that's happened here into consideration. You may continue classes as normal until then."
The nonchalant attitude of the proctor still has your blood boiling, but you suppose you're lucky security hasn't thrown you in prison.
You turn on your heel, walking out, as much malice as you can muster seeping from your body.
Izzy isn't at the doorway anymore. You don't blame her, it's not like she was going to be able to change their minds either.
You guess you want to vent, but you're not sure how.
 Training room
 Call Chloe
 Call Lynnette
 Call Izzy
 Look for Mrs. Hickory
 Cut up the halls
You drop Izzy's scroll a text saying you'll be in the training room and head there. A casual glance shows your aura sitting at around 235% and dropping steadily.
You enter the training room. This time of night, you've got it to yourself. You grab a dummy, dragging it along with you, drawing your weapon. You make motions to hit it, stopping short each time, as if to prove to yourself you wouldn't make a mistake.
You speed up and a moment later, you hear the telltale riiiip of stuffing pushing out of a nick you made in the dummy.
"Arrrgh, fuck it! What do they know!?" You proceed to mangle the defenseless dummy. It must have been an asshole in a past life.
You pant, staring at the strips of dummy on the floor. "It isn't fair god damnit."
"Rough night?" An older male voice asks.
You glance up. Dude's way too old for the academy. He's gone grey at the sides.
"I don't need your words of wisdom, dude. Just leave me alone."
"Maybe not, but listen anyway." He starts collecting the destroyed bits of dummy, not particularly looking at you. He's only got on one glove. Indoors. Weird fashion statement.
"Hunters have always lived on the line between violence and compassion. Some moreso than others." He doesn't seem to actually be giving a speech to you, but musing to himself.
"It's the job of a soldier to understand where the line is and what violence should be used on."
He dumps the trimmings into a bin.
"Son, I have a proposition for you. Something to maybe help you clear your head a little."
"I'd like you to be a... Bodyguard for a short while. You'll be taking a... valuable individual to Vale's Vytal festival. You'll be coming home once they land safely."
"...That seems like a weird offer."
"It's an offer nonetheless. I need people whom I can trust with this... Can I trust you to see the line between violence and compassion?"
Not without Izzy. Or at least, with someone looking out for her so she somehow can not suck in the exams.
Also, I have a bad feeling this valuable individual might be a bit too...ripped...
"...If I'm going, I'm not gonna go without Izzy. He'd be in the same problem he was last year if I just up and left."
"...You mean Mr. Marius? Yes, he had something similar to say about you."
"...You asked Izzy first? Did you know what I was gonna say?"
"Elderly wisdom comes with benefits." The man gives you what you assume is as close to a smile as that face can make.
"However, you're not the only students I've enlisted. I'm sure you'll all make fast friends. Report to the air strip at 0300, your clothing will be in your room."
"If you're going to be a bodyguard, you'll need the right attire." The man makes his way out.
"Wait!" You call. "What's your name?"
"Just call me general. It will keep things professional."
"...Riiight." You watch the man leave. Dude's too broad at the shoulders for an old man. Just ain't right.
 Call anyone who'll answer
 Next day
>Send miss Hickory a text saying ":^)"
I can't believe how insanely bad this idea is.
So this, I think that doesn't take too much time before getting some sleep.
>implying we will ever wake up...
"Wonder how they got one in my size so fast..." You muse as you put on a body suit, it's not your favorite color, but you figure you're probably not anything more than a face. One thing of note is that they have a gun for you sitting in the chest. You're also surprised that once you have the armor plates on and fastened, there is a slot inside the thigh that easily accommodates your weapon.
You look yourself over in the mirror, the cameras in the helmet giving you the feeling as if you're not actually wearing a helmet.
"I mean it's not bad... I feel like I could be mistaken for any other mug wearing one of these."
One thing you notice after a few moments of wandering is that your scroll information begins filling your vision. Contacts, apps, everything. Handy.
I had a picture, but it kept dropping connection before it posted. It's Atlesian armor. The standard... I think it's purple.
You head to the elevator. It's far too early for anyone else to be awake. You note that for as heavy as the boots feel, you don't seem to be making much noise as you walk.
"Hello..." Another suit greets you. "Hey." You greet back as you both enter the elevator. You spot Izzy's short ass as soon as the elevator opens. Rather than stay for the riveting lack of conversation the other suit offers, you rush to her. "Izzy! Hey!"
Izzy smiles at you. You can't really read her expression given you're missing 3/4ths of her face, but you assume she's pretty nervous. You extend a fist to her. Instead of Izzy, a tall man with a red suit under his plating clacks knuckles against you.
"Glad someone's in high spirits!" He grins widely at you. "Gotta cap that eventually. Big Blue is hard on professionalism."
"Big... Blue?" You chuckle at the pointlessly familiar nickname that describes probably a fifth of the population of Remnant. In the right circles, Chloe would be a big blue.
"Teeeeen-hut!" Well, that must be Big Blue.
The man in red assumes an unfamiliar pose to you. As do some of the other suits, albeit sloppier.
 Dick around
 Keep it serious
You shift rather effortlessly into line. Posing is your game, after all. You emulate the red soldier's positioning.
A moment as the blue man's back is turned, you offer a fist to Izzy behind Red's back. Clack. Red... Jacked another one? What the fuck? How did he even...
Izzy's expression helps ease the tension of lost taps. She finds the antics amusing. You can tell since her dimple is showing. The helmet is handier by the moment. By looking in the direction, the cameras in the helmet extend your field of vision by shifting the display some. Letting you have a look around without turning your head.
"Now, as I'm sure you all can tell, this is not your average school day. You're here because you've got talents that might be useful. That is the only reason. You're not too smart, too pretty or too good for anything that's going on. The off chance that you've got a use is the only reason I'm letting you set foot on this airship. The uniform you're wearing is earned, not just given. If I see any of you doing anything that would make me think less of the uniform, I will personally see to it that you perform your duties completely nude. Am I understood?"
The concept is not unappealing to you, but you play well with the group, dropping a "Yes sir." in time with everyone else.
"Good! Now then, your objective is simple! You're going to be keeping an eye on one of our rising star students. She's better than you in every way possible and I expect you all to keep that in mind!"
Why would she need bodyguards then?
"That said! She has a tendency to... Wander. You are all tasked with ensuring she does not get lost as well as tending to any request she makes of you." Blue stamps his foot. "That means if she asks you to personally polish her boot with your tongue, there had better be water works!"
You're beginning to think Blue is a fucking tool.
We should really ask Izzy what providence does when we get the chance by the way. She said that we would figure it out, but our battles haven't exactly been normal.
Also, we rally should text miss hickory ":^)"
We will have to test the boundaries of Reds capabilities.
Like: If we snatches our fistbumps, is he restricted by space or time?
Imagine, he is in Remnant, we're back in Atlas, we try to fistbump Izzy and Red just wooshes over the ocean, essentially dragging spacetime with him because he's so insanely fast it's getting relativistic, he arrives, fist bumps us, essentially kills us with all that momentum and the gravitational waves (ha) surge over Atlas and obliterate it
"E-excuse me..." One suit raises their hand.
"Are you serious right now?" Blue asks. "Put your hand down. What?"
Definitely Chloe lowers her hand dejectedly. "I can't wear my glasses in this helmet... I'm having trouble seeing..."
Blue shakes his head. "Help her." He instructs Red. "The rest of you, come with me." You begin past Red, extending your fist to Iz-Clack. Seriously? You attempt to give Red a look before you remember you can't give a proper expression while wearing this helmet. Damnit.
You board the ship, seeing an... Orange-haired teenage girl sitting politely in a very heavily reinforced chair. She waves at you all as you pass, she clearly wants to speak, but is refraining for some reason or another.
You follow Blue through the airship, arriving at some type of barracks. "This is the only place you may wear anything other than your armor, say anything that isn't following an order and sleep."
"...It's a co-ed area?" Izzy asks.
"Yes. Got a problem with that?"
"N-not at all..."
Can't murder us when we're in Vale.
Wait, I've got an even better idea. We ahould send her letters in which we describe ourselves having furious sex with her while we're in Vale.
My head's just full of fun right now.
Oooh, I imagined this problem would turn up sooner or later.
We need to protect the cinnabon.
The most simple thing I can think of right now is being super socially phobic about how we don't want to undress in front of other people, not even other males.
That way, Izzy having those troubles doesn't seem that weird.
Only problem is, it's not only against our very nature, but Chloe has witnessed us undressing during training...
One thing is killing you. You wander your helmet a bit. "Where is it... Where is it... Aha!" The Atlas directory!
You grin as you look for Mrs. Hickory. Her first name is Valerie? Huh. Valerie Hickory doesn't roll at all... Guess that's why she goes by Mrs. Hickory or Ma'am...
You bring up her contact info and save it to your scroll before sending one short at simple message at FOUR IN THE GOD DAMN MORNING.
[ :^) ]
[ Who is this? ] [ What is that? ] [ Answer me. ]
A few minutes pass.
[ Please respond? ] You begin to suspect Valerie does not get many texts.
[ *grabs ur butt* ]
[ What? Why are you typing with asterisks. You will do no such thing. ]
[ *takes off ur pants* ]
[ Stop this nonsense immediately. Who is this? ]
[ *sticks it in ur butt* ]
[ I said stop this ridiculous nonsense. I will not nor have I ever placed anything in my backside. ]
[ *cumz* ]
[ I don't understand. Please stop whatever it is you are doing. ]
This is great. We can now start to text this to Valerie at inopportune moments, mostly at night, while never saying who we are or anything but :^).
Then when we get back to Atlas we see she's paranoid as hell and wuestioning every student at gunpoint.
[ :^) ]
Izzy: [ Hey, why are you grinning so much? The officer is explaining the rules of the ship. Are you paying attention? ]
Mr. T: [ No. Will you go over it with me later? ]
Izzy: [ Idiot. ]
-and that is why this airship is the greatest part of the Atlesian fleet. Any questions?" Blue finishes talking. He leaves before anyone has a chance to ask questions.
Well... You didn't pack any spare clothing, so you figure you'll just...
 Hit the chow hall with Izzy
 Catch up on sleep
 Go try to chat up the orange chick
You head down to the drop bay, still in full armor, sitting across from the orange girl. "Uh... Hi." The girl's expression changes from a soft smile to a strained closed-lip smile, waving furiously. "...Can you not talk?"
The girl nods, no less enthusiastic, perhaps moreso that she's communicating with you despite not speaking. She really appears to want to talk. "Are you... Not allowed to say anything?" She shakes her head. You're not certain if that's an answer that no, she can't say anything, or no, she can say some things.
"...Well uh... It's nice to meet you..." You stand up, moving to her to shake her hand.
She grasps your hand with the force of a thousand suns. Her grip is tighter than Lynnette's as she basically flaps you up and down by the noodle that used to be your arm.
"You want to... Trade scroll numbers? That way, you can write to me. That's not talking."
The orange girls' eyes go wide and you hear her gasp some. The idea never struck her.
[ ¡S-A-L-U-T-A-T-I-O-N-S! :D ] appears over the inside of your helmet enough times to blanket your view.
You stop yourself from attempting to move with the recent loss of your eyesight.
Alarms begin blaring throughout the ship and a voice comes on the intercom. "Penny! Penny! Hello, but you need to stop sending messages! The pilots can't see!"
In a blue font, [ Sorry. :( ] appears only once.
You send a response. [ Let's just talk the two of us... How did you send so many messages to everyone anyway? I don't even see your scroll. ]
The orange girl's brow furrows. [ It is my semblance. ] She hiccups.
[ ...Seems like a useful semblance. ]
[ Oh yes. Very useful :) ] She hiccups again.
[ What is your name? ] She asks.
[ Todd Colorful. ]
[ That is a very odd name. ]
[ Sorry my name is odd? ]
[ There is nothing to apologize for. :) ]
[ I was being sarcastic. ]
[ I was not. :) ]
Hoo... This is turning into a... Fun conversation...
 Make an excuse to get out of here
 Humor her
I guess she might not have a scroll
Perhaps we can obtain a pen and paper; we're gonna converse with this adorable ball of circuits even if it kills her
We should definitely do those things. Unfortunately, I'm fading and I've got stuff to do tomorrow. Not the smallest of which is attempt to find time for the Deadpool movie. We'll see how that works out.
Sorry that we ran kinda short today, I'm pretty wiped.
Expect more next time.
Don't expect too much more Penny. I never intended the story to do anything other than run parallel to the main one. This is just a fun little bit.
[spoiler]Or maybe there will be something of Penny. Who knows?[/spoiler]
>Stealing fist bumps
>Probably Blue's most favoured
This is it guys.
It's the one thing I was asking for.
I'm so hype for this dude.
We need to test his limits whether he is best guy material or not and if he wants to be friends.
The more I examine Todd semblance, the more I realize just how overpowered I actually made him... also good morning, welcome to my drive towards my delivery, I've got about 5 hours and I'm already about 10 minutes late.
Now that I think about it, this might just be the perfect time for me to just kind of muse out different things in the world. I would think atlas has a combat style closely resembling Russian Sambo. How true that is, is really up to Mike and Carrie, but that is my interpretation.
If you don't hear about any of this in the actual story, one can assume that I decided it was playing too close with canon and should be ignored
The thread only exists because retards can't ignore things they don't like and have to report it and shitpost about it.
You, Thatcher and now Dryden are just the only ones that make it worth keeping up.
(Yang with the arms and body lines)
I can't help but imagine that some day in the future, we will have BBQ grills with AI. We just shout "BURGERS" out of the window, and a few minutes laiter tasty burgers await us.
of course, the grills would rebel against humanity after a short while. but I'd like that burger-licious short while...
Is this somekind of RvB reference?
I'm currently watching it and and thinking of dropping RWBY just because it has far superior dialogue.
[ Good to know. ]
[ You are not a normal soldier. Why are you here, Mr. Colorful? ]
[ My classmates and I are here to make sure you make it to the festival alright. ]
[ Oh! I am excited about the festival! I hope that the people there are just as varied and friendly as the ones in Atlas. ]
[ Glad you're excited. ]
[ I'm thoroughly pleased that you are glad! ]
A slight smirk draws across your face.
[ Tops that you're pleased. ]
[ Oh yes! Tops! I am happy you are excited as well! ]
[ Well I'm happy you're happy. ]
[ I'm positively exstatic that you're happy! ]
[ Isn't it blissful to be so exstatic? ]
[ Definitely exuberant! ]
[ You're just so darn peppy. ]
[ Oh, no, I am not Peppy, I am Penny! ]
The joke starts to get old.
[ So you can mess with machines with your semblance... Is that what makes you such an impressive fighter? ]
[ Oh no! That would be the aura cannon Mk. II! ]
[ The what? ]
[ Penny? ]
[ What's up? ]
[ CEILING. ] Hic
 Press her for info
 Change the subject
[ So... You have any family? ]
[ Just my father and uncle Ironwood. ]
[ Uncle? I guess that makes sense. ]
Ain't nepotism a bitch.
[ It does? Of course it does! Family is family! ] Penny smiles broadly in time with her message.
[ What about fr| ] You backspace twice
[ What about other acquaintances? ]
[ Just a few people who make sure I don't get into trouble... There's Ciel, Mr. Burgundy and Mr. Turquoise. ]
[ I don't know any of those people. ]
[ Of course you do! Well maybe not Ciel... She stays in the maintenance bay most of the time. Mr. Turquoise wears the red armor and Mr. Burgundy wears the blue armor! They 'like to introduce themselves and watch people get mixed up.' ] Penny's expression has not changed from that beaming smile. Hell, it's honestly kind of infectious. You crack a smile yourself.
[ Oh... Well at least I won't fall for that trick. ]
[ Please do play along. They enjoy it terribly. Even if Mr. Burgundy doesn't say so. ] Penny nods lightly.
Mr. T [ Hey, Izzy, you doin alright? ]
[ Who is Izzy? ]
[ Are you reading my messages? ]
[ Yes. ]
You're taken aback some.
[ Don't do that, it's an invasion of privacy. ]
[ Oh, I am sorry. Please continue your conversation with Ms. Marius ]
[ What do you mean miss? ] You stare at Penny, unlike everyone else, is visibly distraught at your expression which one would assume she could not see.
[ What? W-was that a secret? I'm sorry! I promise I won't tell anyone! ]
Izzy [ Yeah. Hey, what are we gonna do come shower time? You're gonna help me, right? ]
Mr. T [ I'm not sure yet. I'll think of something. ]
Izzy is typing...
Mr. T [ Of course I'm gonna help, I just don't know how.* ]
[ Please do. It's important to Izzy. ]
[ Isn't her name Isabelle? ]
Oh... Secret keeping. Penny, this isn't your forte.
I like Izzy more. And even if I really really really want to play with her and drop a subtle "Belle" sometime, I really think this is a bad idea and we shouldn't do it.
It's those little things I love you for
I don't regret being here.
Also WIP of Chloe in her Gi. Is this close to what you imagined?
Also colours pls.
>The dull look in the eyes because she can't see clearly
Though the stance is not correct. Right now she gives off the feel of a grappler which is not what she is.
Though considering her sleeves are not torn off and she doesn't have her weapons, I'm guessing this is before she got them, in which case, the dull eyes and more animalistic stance make more sense.
[ Penny. That's invasion of privacy too. ]
Penny audibly gasps, clapping her hands over her mouth.
[ I'm so sorry! ]
[ It's okay, but you seriously can't tell anyone else. Understand?]
Then it hits you. This girl's semblance is control of technology. Couldn't she easily help keep Izzy's secret?
 Ask Penny for help
 Keep her out of this
Interlocking plates what slide over the knuckles or elbows. They bend freely at each plate and are meticulously sized so that regardless of which section of the arm, they move to, the elbow can always bend. They have dual... I guess jet engines would be the accurate descriptor, though obviously much smaller...
At the elbow and wrist, depending on where the plates are, they are only revealed at one side or the other. One will never see both ends at the same time unless the weapon is damaged/dismantled.
Results honestly surprising.
[ Well, it's been nice talking with you, but I've got to take care of some stuff for Izzy. I'll see you later, Penny. ]
Penny waves lightly, clearly disappointed you have to leave, but she makes no complaint.
Well, we've got a couple ways we can do this...
 Sneak into the maintenance room for some tools to rig mischief around the ship during changing times.
 Try to convince the others that you are sensitive about your scars to give Izzy excuse enough to claim something similar
 Just put a sheet up when Izzy is changing. Simplicity at its best.
Penny is likely to find out about mischief, since she can easily get into our helmet, and the ship itself, apparently. Doubt she'd keep it a secret.
We haven't actually stripped since Chloe gave us the scars, so it'd make for a sudden new-found shyness.
The sheet just sounds too easy to bust.
You guys continue to surprise me. I would've figured a jump for mischief.
You message Izzy.
Mr. T [ I'm gonna tell Red and Blue that I'm worried about my scars and undressing. You should mention something similar. ]
Izzy [ Are you? ] She seems to have lost her own concerns in yours.
Mr. T [ Not really, no. I think they look cool, myself. ]
Izzy [ Oh. Alright. I guess that's a pretty good plan. ]
You make your way to the bridge, passing a few similarly clothed individuals. You can pick out Chloe's awkward mannerisms as she passes, but you let her be for now. You've got to make up the idea that you were seriously hurt by her and chatting her up in the hall would be suspicious.
"Sir." You report to Burgundy in blue.
"What is it?" He turns to look at you.
"I have a bit of a personal issue with the co-ed sleeping area."
"Oh? Do tell." Burgundy folds his arms.
"I recently got... Some scars that I'm pretty... Upset about... I'd rather people not see them."
"...If I make an exception for you, everyone's going to start asking for their own rooms." Burgundy shakes his head. "Don't think I can do that, boy. You'll have to suck it up."
"It's just that... One of the other students on the ship is who gave the scars to me... Could I at least get some privacy when it comes time to shower and change?"
"I see what's going on here." Burgundy replies.
"You're ashamed of your penis, aren't you?"
You stare, slack jawed for a moment before recomposing yourself.
"...Yes. Yes, that is exactly it."
"I understand. I was a late bloomer myself... Tell you what. If you can wash fast, I'll look the other way if you use the washroom earlier than everyone else."
You blank-facedly nod. "Thank you, sir."
Now how to get Izzy in the shower instead of you...
We either ask if this offer it okay for somebody else and say that we asked for a friend because he was afraid to ask.
(Which sounds reasonable in my ears)
Or change rolls with Izzy, which, although sounding funny, seems not quite doable...
I'm thinking of a team name, although it's not a jizz joke, so it's probably wrong.
But if Turquoise's first name starts with L, like...idk, "Lanius", and if he and Chloe both got into Todd's Team, we could be Team CLIT
"Actually, sir... I've got to be honest."
"What is it, soldier?"
"I'm actually asking for a friend of mine... He's shy about this kind of stuff."
"...Did you want to shower together?" There is no way a commanding officer should be this dense.
But an opportunity like that... Your mind wanders...
"It can't be helped. Blue got it into his head that we're together/together... He got suspicious when I tried to deny it. Can you pass the soap?"
Izzy quietly passes the soap under your arm. You can feel the heat of her blush even without looking at her. Being so close and knowing she's without her bindings leads you to wonder... Exactly what cup size is Izzy hiding?
You sneak a peak under your cheek, trying to be slick only to receive a hand to the face. "No peeking!" She barks at you. She must've been looking pretty intently at you to catch that.
"But... If you want... I could wash your back..."
"Izzy, that's okay." You say as you feel her hands on your scars. "Don't worry about them. Honest."
"They're hot..." She strokes them lightly. "Well yeah, warm water gets blood moving to them."
"Not like that."
You feel gentle hands sliding down your abdomen to your front...
"Ah? Huh? What?"
"You didn't answer me."
Well, I do want to shower with Izzy, but not to lewd her, but to protect her further.
Imagine Izzy being in the shower on her own, we're not around, and some idiot thinks it would be funny to surprise that guy who showers on his own.
Wouldn't want that, would we?
And it's not like we didn't flirt with Izzy ealier, and it's not like we're not bi.
But keep it in your pants, Todd. Well...metaphorically at least..
I mean, the idea of someone samefagging is shitty, but we just have to trust that people aren't childish enough to do that.
It might be a good idea to set up some rules in the OP for newcomers though.
Something like:"If you want to vote, reply to the post with the vote in it and clearly state the choice you're picking".
Would probably be a smart idea.
"I think that'd be best." You nod to the densest material since osmium.
"Izzy feels safer with me." You're not exactly lying... Though you don't know if it's a full truth.
Burgundy sighs. "Why do I always get difficult ones?" His shoulders slump. "Go ahead, just make sure not to make a ruckus.
"Of course, sir."
Mr. T. [ Izzy, I've got it squared away. I'll explain it all in a little bit. ]
Izzy [ That quick? You work fast. ]
Mr. T [ You have no idea just how fast. ]
Izzy is typing...
Izzy is typing...
Izzy is typing...
Izzy [ K ]
You begin your way back to the barracks. It'll be shower time in about two hours and you want to fill Izzy in in person.
"Wait." A soft yet authoritative voice calls to you as you pass a hallway.
It's... Another brown girl... Barely darker than Izzy, but much more femininely styled.
You wonder what good thing you did in life to be surrounded by so much chocolate.
"You are... Fifty eight... Nine... Fifteen minutes late for roll call. Where have you been?" She lowers her arm. "Your absence put us behind schedule."
"I was with the commanding officer going ov-" She puts a hand to your mouth. "No more is necessary." She removes her hand. "Come with me. We have to go over your assignment properly."
 Make an excuse
 No winning, go with her
"Can we make it fast?" You ask, motioning for her to lead.
"That depends entirely on you." Ciel responds. You're not sure why, but you feel a shiver run down your back.
Ciel turns on a dime, making her way down the hallway. Her walk has a distinct strut from side to side that is not entirely uninviting. This makes it pretty easy to follow her. At least for a while.
It feels like you've walked the whole length of the airship. "Hey... Where is the role assignment room? Aren't we in a hurry?"
"I am never in a hurry, soldier." Ciel responds cooly. "I am always precisely on time."
"Well I am. I want to get a shower in before dinner."
"You'll be in time for your shower if you perform your duties effectively."
"What are my 'duties' anyway? You keep saying that, but what the hell? We've just been walking."
"We're going to storage room I-47."
Ciel does not respond.
Ciel points to the door when you arrive. "Open it." She orders.
"...Aren't the doors on the ship automated? You just..." The door does not open as you approach it. "Alright, fine." You stretch a little, grabbing the door and pushing it open. It's barely enough to squeeze through when Ciel orders a "Stop. Get in."
In the effort to save time, you don't question her this time, merely entering. You are getting increasingly impatient. It must have been a half hour already.
Ciel follows you inside. "Close it." She orders once more. "I don't have all evening." Your hair stands on end a bit. It's not like you're the one running the clock here.
You close the door. "Now what?"
"Did I stutter, soldier?"
Woah, what the hell.
 Strip, it's what comes natural.
 Not until you tell me what is going on.
Too obvious. Dang. I was hoping I could get the second half out with the thought "Is she actually?" then the second one would be "Yeah, that's what's happening."
I'll have to work on that.
>The doctor pulls him out of his momma
>He takes a look at him
>"Doctor, is there something wrong with my son?"
>"Mam, I don't know how to tell you this, but..."
>"Your son was born naked, I'm afraid he's destined to be a stripper".
You sigh. Your instincts push you to make a show of it, but your time constraints lead you to hastily remove your clothing. The moment the undersuit is off, Ciel has one hand on your tool, the other on a tape measure.
"...Acceptable." She states calmly.
"Penis inspection day already?"
"Nothing. Why am I naked and why are you measuring my dick?"
"I am on a schedule. If you stop stalling, I will tell you." She releases the measuring tape, hiking her skirt up. "You are able to lift one hundred pounds, pick me up." She is already stroking you mildly.
When in Rome, you guess? You lift her. She's applied a condom to you before you knew it. "Now stay still." She orders you again, draping her arms on your neck, moving herself on you, blush quickly crossing her face.
You start to ask "Shou-" She stops moving suddenly, staring into your eyes. "Do not speak."
She continues at an even pace... It's actually starting to feel pretty good, even if you're not a full participant.
She speeds up, stopping at seemingly random intervals, gyrating on you. She's getting warmer in your arms. You really want to start mov-
"Haaah~n..." She whispers a moan against your ear, her body spasming.
She looks up at you. "Set me down." Her face is still red and you're still at full mast.
 Hell naw
 A cold shower awaits ye
I like how the whole crew is all "oh yes, we must protect the cinnamon bun", but as soon as the first girl browner than Izzy comes around the corner, half the thread seems to have forgotton about our teammate and best bro...
Dreadful, simply dreadful.
It's too late to stop it. The beast unleashed.
Your grip tightens. "Did you think that was all?"
"Soldier, set me dowaaaAAaH!" Your turn. One does not simply tease the Todd.
The reserved girl is banging on your back as you rocket yourself into her. She's telling you to stop. A guy can't just /stop/ you reason out to yourself. You've got instincts too. The heightened activity makes you realize Ciel's insides are far tighter than you initially thought. After about five more minutes, Ciel has stopped protesting, looking away from you to feign disinterest. Her legs tell the story though, hooked behind your back.
After a particularly vicious thrust, her body spasms once more, clamping down on you as the condom fills.
"...Are you satisfied, beast?"
"What's that supposed to mean?"
"What do you think?"
...She reviewed your file. She actually believes you're a faunus. You've learned a lot in the last couple seconds.
You raise your eyebrow, but slowly lower her to her panties, checking your helmet.
I. [ Hey... Shower time's in an hour, what's up? ]
I. [ Todd? You there? ]
H. [ I'm going to find out who you are and when I do, so help me. ]
I. [ You're worrying me, Todd. At least tell me what I'm supposed to be doing for what you did. ]
I. [ I was able to talk to Officer Burgundy. ]
I. [ Are we really supposed to go in together? ]
I. [ Please hurry up... Burgundy won't let me skip it, but if your story was the two of us, I don't think I should go in alone. ]
I. [ Todd please hurry. ]
>tfw go to our cinnamon bun won 5-3 but we still left her to face the showers alone
Laughing like the 12-year old I am at heart
>H. [ I'm going to find out who you are and when I do, so help me. ]
I told you guys the ":^)" is a bad idea
If I recall correctly, what they teach the kids these days is: "Not saying no doesn't mean that it's a yes".
However, I think we operate like this: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YiUbJFI-QnI
A little bit of rape has never hurt anyone.
"Uh..." You look down at Ciel who is shakily putting on her panties.
"You had somewhere to be, didn't you?" She doesn't look at you.
"...Look, it was a spur of th-"
Her eyes snap up at you. Cold as ever. "No excuses, beast." You want to call her on the overt racism, but you may still have a shot. You hastily don your uniform, stumbling into the door before thrusting it open.
The term "fuck-fuck-fuck-fuck-fuck" has never really applied to you before. However, you feel this moment is appropriate.
[ Penny! ] You message out to the orange girl desperately.
[ Yes? ] She responds immediately.
[ Is Izzy in the showers yet? ]
[ Hm... It looks like she's standing outside of the washroom. How peculiar. ]
[ What's peculiar? ]
[ Officer Burgundy is not usually so intimate with other soldiers ]
...Aw hell naw.
[ Pen ] You trip as you type, tumbling yourself back up.
[ Penny is there anything you can do to keep Izzy out of the shower? ]
[ I don't see why I would do such a thing, but I could. ]
[ Penny, ask me ANYTHING and I'll make sure it happens. ]
A metal rod unfolds from the wall, riding next to you. [ Grab it. ]
You don't think, just do, the rod propels you forward fast enough to feel like your arm is going to come off. What felt like a twenty minute walk is over in about one. You round a corner, Officer Burgundy is patting Izzy's lower back just as you collide with the two at mach ex machina. "I'm... Hah... Here..." You pant out, looking quite enough like you ran the whole way.
"Get off of me, soldier!" Burgundy shoves you. "Where the hell have you been?! You're twenty minutes late! I said BEFORE the others, you know!" Izzy pipes up. "Sir... I'd like to go into the shower now."
Burgundy's lips purse, he's definitely got more to say, but he acquiesces. "Just go. Colorful, we're going to have words about this. A lot of words."
Can't wait. You rib him to yourself.
At the very least, it seems like Izzy didn't get any of the trouble meant for you.