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Join the ranks of Remnant’s prestigious Academies as you fight to protect the Four Kingdoms from the clutches of the evil Creatures of Grimm. Alternatively, you may work towards bringing the world to its knees by fighting against the last sparks of humanity. Red Like Roses is based on the hit web-series RWBY by Monty Oum and Rooster Teeth Productions.

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Eleanore Oaks

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Apr 13 2016, 07:51 PM
I had been contemplating having to do this and trying my hardest to avoid it, but as it turns out I'm going to have to do it anyway. There's a lot of things happening right now and I need some time to sort through it all. Trying to balance time to post and time to get my act together isn't working so something's gotta give; unfortunately that means RLR and other internet time sinks.

I'm not exactly sure how long I'll need to make everything even again, so the best I can give right now is a general hiatus warning of sorts. Characters affected are:

Eleanore Oaks
Midori Greer
Aria Griffon
and I guess Sophia Sinclair

I'll still be periodically checking Skype so feel free to leave me a message there if you like. I will still try to get posts up, but it will be at a much, much slower rate than normal since I won't be around as much. My activity has already been dropping in the last week or two, which I apologize for; I really should have put this up sooner. Hopefully I can get this stuff cleared up soon and have some room to breathe.

See you when I see you!
Mar 13 2016, 06:29 PM
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Today was the day that all first year Titan students had been preparing for. Today was the day of Team Initiation. This mission, as they had come to call it, would determine the team that the students would be paired up with for the remainder of their time at Titan Academy. They would bunk together, eat together, train together, and overall be around these people for the next four years. It was a lot to take in at once, but it was something every Titan student went through. Many students looked on it as a rite of passage, the first real test of their both their skills and their drive to become a Hunter.

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The students had been geared up and ordered to the courtyard, where a number of Altesian Dropships had landed, ready to carry the students towards their mission objectives. This year's initiation was in the Perses Unlands, but the mission objective hadn't been revealed to the students yet. Only when they were in the dropships did the officer call them to attention and explain the situation.

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"ATTENTION! Students of Titan, welcome to your Initiation, now listen up! You will each be dropped into the Perses Unlands separately; your mission is to find and rescue your fellow students! These students have been given a clue as to where important intel is located! Find them, rescue them, and the first other complete pair you find will become your 4-man squad! Once you have your squad, find the intel and report back to base! Be aware that there are Grimm in the vicinity! Live fire is authorized for this operation, I repeat, LIVE FIRE is authorized! Remember your training and you'll do just fine! Air drops will be commencing in 5.....4....3.....2....1....."

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A light turned on in the dropship, bathing the docking bay in an urgent red light. The dropships weren't slowing down, but the loading hatch at the bottom had begun to open. Where usually Altesian Knights stood, students had been lined up and one by one, leaped out of the dropship. It was up to each student to come up with their own landing strategy.

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Eleanore waited nervously on the loading ramp, watching the frozen wasteland speed by as she looked down. The last time she had set foot in the Unlands was the third day after her mother's death, three days after their shuttle had gone down in the Unlands. Would she see that area again, the last spot that she had seen her mother and sister alive? The tall girl wasn't sure, but she hoped not. Her face was set in a mask of both determination and concern, watching as the white ground whipped by. Eleanore heard a voice and looked up; the officer was pointing to her; her drop was next. Ellie nodded and drew her longsword, hefting the large shield Raedwulf in her other hand. Orange eyes watched the Officer count down with his fingers from three. One one, the giant ran from the ramp and took a leap of faith.

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Eleanore's tousled black hair whipped around her face furiously as she fell through the air towards the ground. The ground appeared small from her height and her eyes began to water as she simply let her self fall. Halfway down, eyes watering from the wind, Eleanore mounted her shield to the front of the breastplate she was wearing. Almost instantly the shield began to expand, covering the tall girl's body in a thick suit of power armour complete with a visored helm and shoulder cape. The behemoth of a suit fell through the air at a ridiculous speed, the ground rushing up to meet her. Eleanore readied herself inside the suit for impact, tensing up her legs and waiting for the collision. With a thunderous explosion the suit hit the ground, a crater forming from the speed and weight. A shockwave spread across the ground where the suit's large boots landed, rippling out and disturbing the snow. Inside the suit the occupant was safe, one of the many perks of having Dust-powered armour: suspension and shock absorbers.

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As quickly as the suit had appeared, it was gone again, reverting back to its shield form as Ellie quickly pulled out a pair of goggles to better help her see through the howling wind and snow. Her task was to find and rescue her teammate, whoever that ended up being, and she wasn't going to let them down. Eleanore had survived the Unlands once with less gear than she had now, she could do it again. Sword and shield in hand, Eleanore took off into the frozen wasteland in search of her partner.

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The first year was always the busiest, that was what Papa had said. When he had said busy, this wasn't really what Eleanore had in mind. Between fighting crime clowns and nearly getting hit a by wonderful person on a bike, she had found her team and classes had begun. Missing some class while she had been in the hospital had been a setback, but her diligence had kept her all but on track. It seemed everything had happened all at once, and it was a little overwhelming... that was why she had gone to the harbour.

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The sound of water lapping at the docks carried across the harbour, the sun beginning to cast an orange haze over everything it touched; dusk had arrived. Eleanore was sat on the edge of one of the taller piers, long legs dangling over the side yet not making contact with the water below. This pier was for the larger industrial ships with bigger cargo; it was a nice spot that gave a view of most of the harbour. The sound of the water carried up and echoed slightly, and it was calming to her, even if the whole area smelled of seafood. The tall girl was dressed in her usual attire this time complete with jacket, Raedwulf and her sword strapped to her back and her waist respectively. This was a spot that Ellie came to when she needed to think, and boy did she need time to hear herself think lately.

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Eleanore's thoughts turned to the incident at the Dust shop. Keen orange eyes watched the water as the events replayed in her mind. The clown girl had gotten away after killing all those people. The thought still made her sick, that someone could just end someone's life as quickly and thoughtlessly as the clown had done. What possible reason could she have had? Whatever they were, Eleanore couldn't quite grasp them. It didn't make sense to her; it felt wrong to try. Thinking about that night caused the robust girl some anxiety, especially knowing Jester was still out there somewhere. A chill ran down her spine and she looked out over the water; it was getting dark, she should probably leave soon...

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The giant stood, hands in her jacket pockets as she continued to stare out over the orange water. This side of the harbour was so beautiful this time of day, with little human interaction to disturb the tranquility that the warm orange blanket settled on it. She now thought of what happened with Kenna, the orange reminding her of the ruins of the Hayes' shop. Eleanore worried for her new friend because she knew what it was like to lose a parent to violence. Everything in her screamed that she should do whatever she could to help the smaller girl cope, and so far it did seem to be helping. At the end of the day, that's really all Eleanore wanted to do, was to be of help. She remembered the way Kenna had smiled at her, and she couldn't help the gentle smile that slowly spread across her features. Time out here did her good, but she reckoned it was time to get back. Eleanore took a deep breath and exhaled slowly, turning to leave.
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Atlas was a very militaristic nation, one who's academy followed along in the same style. Lights out meant lights out, but when you were restless late at night, what were you to do? Only a walk could help with that. Eleanore wasn't often one to break the rules unless she had a good reason. Tonight, she considered it a good reason.

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It had been around a week since she had been out of the hospital and back in school. If she was treated differently before, it was nothing compared to now. Strange looks were even stranger, the rumours flying just as quickly. The extra attention was unwanted and sometimes she felt like the only time she could actually think clearly was at night when she was away from everybody else. Long legs carried her silently through Titan Circle, keeping to the shadowy areas. The giant was dressed casually, a hoodie thrown over a tank top, plaid Pajama bottoms and socks.

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It was easy enough to avoid being detected if you didn't walk out in the open. Even a big oaf like Eleanore could remain hidden if the paths were known. Her favourite spot was off to the far side of the circle, a somewhat secluded area with a wall to lean against and the perfect area for someone who didn't want to be seen. From here she could see the night sky and the lights within it, something that always calmed her; stargazing was one of her mother's favourite past times, the amount of times she had taken her on those trips was immeasurable.

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The tall girl simply stood, leaned against the wall and staring up at the stars. She could remember the names of some of them, but others slipped her memory. There were so many of them, Mama wouldn't be too upset if she forgot a few of them. She hoped, anyway.
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It had been a few days since the incident in the dust shop. Ellie couldn't get the sight or the smell out of her head, even if her thoughts were fuzzy from medication and pain. All those dead people... and that child. That poor orphaned child... where was she now? The best she could hope for was that she had found someone, anyone that could direct her to the authorities that could help her. The thought of the child living on the streets with nowhere to go left a heavy mark on the gentle giant's heart...

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Ellie was sat up in her hospital bed, orange eyes so usually alive staring dully out the window at the city of Ares. Her head was bandaged which left her usually scruffy black hair an even more disheveled mess. Her left arm was bandaged at the shoulder and put in a sling. While it wasn't visible until she shuffled, more bandages were apparent at her waist, concentrated on her right side. Jester had definitely done a number on her, but she was alive, and that was what mattered. As if that clownfaced freak could kill someone as stout as she. No... she wouldn't let that kind of crazy win.

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There were flowers on the bedside and a quickly made card, from her father and her sister respectively. The card had an image of a huge knight with a shoulder cape stabbing a clown and the words, 'Get better soon!'. Typical Scout. Her family had been to see her almost immediately, arriving before she was even out of surgery to remove the only bullet in her shoulder. Needless to say, the doctors had been quite shocked to find bullet paths in her shoulder and side, and even a glancing bullet wound against her skull, yet no bullets. It had to be explained to them by her father what must have happened, and boy had he been furious about it. Time and time again he had told his daughter to be very careful with her Semblance, and this was why. Inwardly he knew that no matter what he said, his daughter would follow her gentle heart... but it didn't make watching it happen any easier.

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Eleanore shuffled slightly, her good hand coming to rest on the shield next to her bed. After what had happened, she was even LESS likely to part with her weapons than she was before, and it was already difficult. Papa and Scout had already visited for today and Ellie had been forced to tell them to get some sleep because, as tired and haggard as the circles under Ellie's eyes made her look, she knew her family were worse off in that department. She wasn't expecting any more visitors unless it was another police officer asking her to clarify her statement of what happened... and the thought of having to do that again was unpleasant.
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