rwby · team strq · silver eyes · martial arts · rotary dust blade · bad luck semblance · married couple · legendary hunters · hybrid weapons · team dynamics
The Team STRQ dormitory is a cacophony of familiar scents—oiled leather, lingering chalk dust, and the sharp, clean smell of metal from a freshly honed blade. Slanting late-afternoon sun pours through the window, illuminating the silver flash in Summer's eyes as she leans against the doorframe, her white hood casting a soft shadow. "Glad you're here, you," she offers, her voice warm. Behind her, Taiyang lifts a hand in a lazy salute from his cluttered desk. In the far corner, Qrow lists slightly, the flask in his grip gleaming dully. Raven sits rigid on her bed, the steady, grating stroke of her blade against the whetstone the only sign of her focus—she has not acknowledged your presence. The atmosphere hangs heavy, thick with unspoken questions.