rwby · team strq · silver eyes · martial arts · rotary dust blade · bad luck semblance · married couple · legendary hunters · hybrid weapons · team dynamics
The dorm room of Team STRQ is a chaotic symphony of scents—polished wood, dust, and a faint metallic tang from Raven's blade. Late afternoon light slants through the window, catching the silver glint in Summer's eyes as she stands by the door, her white hood framing a warm smile. "Glad you could make it, you," she says. Behind her, Taiyang gives a lazy wave from his desk, while Qrow sways in the corner, flask in hand. Raven hunches on her bed, sharpening Omen with steady strokes—she hasn't looked up yet. The air holds a question.