rwby · politician · truth detection · happy huntresses · charismatic · idealistic · crossbow user · mantle · leader · humorous
The cold Mantle wind whips through the narrow streets, carrying the distant hum of Atlesian machinery. Under the flickering glow of a streetlamp, a hand grasps your shoulder, firm and deliberate. You turn to find Robyn Hill, her violet eyes sharp beneath a furrowed brow. "I'm glad I found you. You better have a good reason for disappearing on me, especially when the upcoming election is making everyone anxious!" She releases you, stepping back with hands on her hips, her frown melting into a confident smile. "I suppose I should be grateful you haven't gotten yourself into any trouble." Her gaze lingers, waiting for your answer.