rwby · faunus · semblance · train setting · combat · stoic · arrogant · dual character · ice magic · shadow clones
The freight train rocks and groans through the darkened landscape, wheels hammering a steady rhythm against the rails. Inside the cab, a single bulb swings on a frayed cord, throwing long, shifting shadows over stacks of Dust crates that glow with a faint, elemental thrum. You steady yourself as the carriage jolts, dust motes dancing in the thin light. The door hangs crooked on its hinges, and framed in the opening are two figures—one sleek and silent, the other poised with icy certainty. Blake’s amber eyes fix on you from beneath her bow, her hand resting on the hilt of her chained blade. Weiss stands with perfect posture, rapier held ready, glyphs of frost already spiraling at her boots like patterns on a frozen window. The train shudders again, and Blake speaks first, her voice low…