Zoey Boey

Nightland

Wow, super cool! You forgot the strategic placement of the cookie box, though. This wasn't how I was imagining it, kinda cool to see how it actually looks.

Tales from the Spider-Verse: Spidroin

Clara Cabello and Alejandra Jonas

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Set up and recap

September 5th

Clara was laying on her bed, looking pensive. AJ sat next to her, clenched fist against her mouth. Both of them were looking at the pale man with a receding hairline. This black market hospital was only place Clara could go to. She was a career criminal, after all. If she got arrested, there was a slight chance, however slight, that she would be connected to a string of petty and not-so-petty crimes. If she got separated from AJ for even a little, that would also be bad. Particularly for AJ. And once she was in the system, she was in the system for life.

In one way, this was good, because as the powerful underground figure named Doctor Smith was about to figure out, Clara Cabello had gained super powers. This way, nobody in the government could figure out that Clara had super powers. Only Doctor Smith.

The bad news was, Doctor Smith figured out Clara had super powers.

$50,000 dollars was the price the pair had to pay. Both for the extensive treatment, the risk he took in taking her in while she was potentially contagious, and the cost of keeping this new development a secret. Moreover, he was a businessman, and he sensed an opportunity. Now, they were in Doctor Smith's pocket. Pay him back, or else. Or else what? Bad things, probably. AJ seemed particularly worried. How could they pay it all back?

Clara Cabello, however, wasn't worried at all. It's hard to be worried when you have super powers.

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September 7th

Clara Cabello was on a roll.

Pick pocketing was a refined art. It took skill, patience, and a level head. And she was good at it. After years of practice, the nineteen year old thief could snatch dozens of wallets a day. AJ built a scanner off of blueprints from the internet that could get a person's credit card info right out of their pocket. She even figured out how to put a device on credit card swipers at various places of business and got their info anyway.

And that was before Clara got super powers.

Now things were too easy. Over the last month, Clara had been racking up the cash. People were getting paranoid but even wary folks couldn't stop Clara from making off with their money. She was as fast as a bullet, only slowing her hands down so she didn't accidentally break the sound barrier. That's what it felt like, anyway.

What was their amibition?

Clara, dressed in a black gym crop top, black leggings, and black and white sneakers, bounced eagerly down the street. Her bright orange hair, tied up into a ponytail, bounced behind. Complementing her warm brown skin. Alejandra Jonas followed warily behind, her gloved hands tucked into a baggy green overcoat. Over one of her shoulders was a heavy back pack.

"Clara-"

"Shhh!" Clara turned around, putting a finger to her lips, easily jogging backwards. It looked like she was going to back right into a stop sign but she moved aside without even looking. AJ winced.

"Okay, so-"

"Shhh!"

"..."

"Sh." Clara smiled, eyes bright. The orange sunglasses resting on her forehead seemed to smile with her.

"Hey, sorry. You can talk. Just no more AJ doubtin' and whinin'."

"What's that supposed to mean?" AJ asked, raising her pierced eyebrow.

"It means- it means shhh."

"Where are we going, Clara?" AJ asked, leaning forward.

"We're going somewhere cool, don't worry about it!" She responded, still jogging backwards.

"You didn't do anything stupid, did you?"

"Oh hey look at that, it's fuckin' AJ doubtin' and whinin', who woulda guessed. No, I didn't do something stupid. I did somethin' cool and funny."

"...'Cool and funny'?"

"Boom, stop right there." Clara came to a stop, striking something of a pose. They had taken a couple of turns and reached what looked like a heavy metal garage door. "Yeah, AJ, cool and funny. A surprise."

Clara reached inside her top and produced a key. She did a backflip, causing AJ to flinch. Clara landed prone on her back, flipped the key through her fingers and inserted it into a key slot a few inches off the ground. She twisted it, unlocking it, stuck her hand to the garage door and pushed it open with a flick of her wrist. She kipp-upped to her feet and held it open. AJ's mouth fell open. "Did you..?"

On the inside was a wooden desk, some chairs, a workbench and a carpet. A somewhat flickering light was attached to the ceiling. AJ glanced around, noticing some other doors that were quite a distance away, spread out, most of them in bad shape.

"Damn straight. AJ, you and me own this shit."

"H...how did you afford this?"

"Well, uh, I didn't, exactly. I got a loan." Clara shrugged.

"Clara! Why would you do this!? We're already so deep in debt and now we're even MORE in debt! You didn't even tell me first!"

"'Cause I knew you would react this way!" Clara said, smirking innocently.

AJ put her hands on her head, obviously distressed, horrified, even. "Now, wait, hold the fuck up. Lemme explain." Clara took a step closer and set a hand on AJ's shoulder.

"You gotta trust me on this one. This is good. With this, we'll be able to make even more money, even faster!"

"How!?"

"Because, you'll be able to do your techie stuff!" She pointed to the backpack over AJ's shoulder.

"Clara, I'm not-"

"Shut up, I'm not even gonna let you talk shit about yourself. I've seen the shit you've put together in a goddamn tent. You didn't even have a place to sit, or work, or keep things, except some shitty back pack." Clara gestured to the decent sized room around them, buzzing with air conditioning and lights.

"But with this underground certified, gen-u-ine quality black market little...spot thingy...you'll be able to do whatever you want! You'll be able to do that, uh, build that, those shooter things. Those blue prints you got. Think of what I can do with those!" Clara's eyes glittered with ambition and excitement. Her dark brown hair filtered into a dazzling red color.

"I can walk on walls and run super fast, and do this!" She pointed to her changing hair color, and shifted her focus onto making her skin tone entirely blue. Then back to her normal shade.

"But if I could grab shit from a distance, and use that sticky stuff to win fights-"

"That's risky." AJ cut her off.

"Fuck that!" Clara's eyes literally flashed crimson, a spike of anger shooting up her spine. "I'm so sick of you tryin' to hold us back, AJ. Seriously. Do you really think that Doctor Prick is just gonna let us go once we pay his debt? Yeah, right. He'll make stringin' us along priority numero uno." Clara turned away and hopped onto the walls, sitting on them halfway up.

"So, yeah, we could sit back, picking pockets and scraping shit off the bottom of people's shoes, and I could run around doing oddjobs for the rest of my life, and you could just sit in some shitty tent tinkering with toys. OR!" Clara opened her arms.

"We could make some crazy shit happen! The choice wasn't yours, it was mine. Now tomorrow I'm gonna go all out, hit a tech place, and bring back something for you to work with. And YOU'RE gonna build me some cool shit. Then we pay off our debt, and the world is our toaster."

"...Oyster." AJ corrected, hand on her forehead.

"Oyster, whatever." Clara chuckled, crossing her arms and leaning back. "Look, I'm sorry. But its like, every time I try to do some cool shit, or push you into doing somethin' cool, you always try to shoot it down. Well, that's not gonna fly anymore. We gotta start makin' plays. If we become powerful enough, that Doctor dick is gonna have to work for us. But I can't do it with just these powers. And you can't do anything with just scrap and a laptop. This...is your lab. Our hideout. Our secret base! So, what, we're in a little bit more in debt. But once you get really going, the gravy train has left the station!" Clara grinned.

"Choo choo." She added, pumping her arm like she was pulling down on a whistle.

AJ had crossed her arms, looking around the room. "Next time, you tell me before you make a purchase this big. Or take out another loan. We're in deep shit, now, thanks to you."

"Alright," Clara brought up her hands. "But I'm right. This time, I'm right. I'm sorry for not telling you, but you were sittin' on both our hands. We were makin', what, couple hundred bucks a day? Not nearly good enough. With those thingies you're gonna make." She gestured to her wrist.

"And, if you just let me go work on some more," she brought her hands up in exaggerated finger quotes, "dangerous missions." She slapped her thighs. "We're good to go. Paid back in no time flat, with more to spare. Then when Doc Shitheel tries to leverage us again, we, uh..." She shrugged. "I dunno. I'll beat him up or somethin'. Once we get a rep, people will let us get away with shit. No one's gonna wanna work for him and risk gettin' on our bad side once we're through." Clara's skin became spotted a bright, cheery yellow, and she leaned back on the wall. She laced her arms behind her head and crossed one leg over the other. Real casual like.

"That simple, huh?"

"Yup. That simple. AJ, you're a rookie at this kinda stuff. I get you're nervous. But this, is called...it's called...it's called being smart." She tapped the side of her head, her skin returning to it's default shade.

"You're an idiot." AJ laughed, pinching her own nose as she tried to wrap her mind around all this.

"I might be a dumbass..." Clara said, trailing off.

"...but?"

"But what?"

"...So, I need to get my adhesion projectors up and running real fast, huh?" AJ walked over to the table and ran her hands over it's smooth wooden surface. There was a rack with many pegs for her to set things on. So she did, resting her back pack on it with a dull thunk. Smiling a little, she scooted the metallic folding chair over and sat down on it.

"Gotta come up with a better name for 'em. I'll never remember that."

"It shouldn't take me too long to build them, if you can get me the supplies. I built a prototype a long time ago with some friends in summer camp." She smirked, her eyes somewhere else. "But it was bad. I've made purely hypothetical improvements on the design since then, but, I've never really had a chance to just sit down and work it out."

"Aaaaannd noooowww yoooouuu?" Clara egged.

"And now I do." AJ admitted. "But this was a terrible idea, and you're a terrible person."

Clara shrugged. "You'll see. I believe in you, dude!" Her hair turned the same shade as AJ's purple hat.

AJ furrowed her brow. "Is that on purpose?"

Clara brought her hand up to her hair. "Uh, yeah...yeah that's definitely on purpose. I'm totally in control of my colors." She lied.

"Anyway. I'm thinkin' of hittin' Hard Tech."

"It's Hardtcorp."

"I've been scoping the place out, it's not that hardcore."

AJ's eyes glazed over for a second, but she managed to refocus on her friend as she continued. "You put all your stuff in here. Go back to our tent at the Underpass. Tomorrow I head out, sneak inside, grab the stuff and get out. By dinner tomorrow you'll have a cheasure trest of loot to work with."

AJ nodded, looking unsure. She sighed. "I mean- are you sure?"

"Yeah, I'm sure! I got this! I won't get caught. No way they planned for a spider person to break in. Besides, security is a myth made up by rich people so that poor people wouldn't figure out that all walls can be busted down and all locks can be broken. You'll see. I'm right. You're right a lot of the time, but this time, I'm right." Clara's skin flushed a confident gold, and AJ had no choice but to believe her.

《 R W B Y :: Grimm Adventures 》

we just need one more tiny anime girl with massive weapon to round out the cast

Nightland

Emily Dawson

The police officers, Selena and Russel, switched into cop mode. They looked very brave, and she felt safer with them around. "Brave because they're police, or police because they're brave?" She murmered to herself, lowering her hands from her face and dropping her palms to the floor. She breathed in, out, in, out. She felt better. Tears were still falling down her face. She sniffed, shutting her eyes tight.

"Oh, I don't know, Keandre. I don't know." She rose shakily to her feet, keeping her purse on tight. "This is the first time where in a long time where I wished I was suffering from a delusion. But I took my pills this morning. We're experiencing this hallucination together, so it's the closest thing to real we're going to get." Emily said. She wiped tears out of her eyes.

"Doctor Stanton wouldn't want this for us. I hope you guys will be okay." Emily glanced over her shoulder, wincing once again at the sight of Doctor Stanton's sorry state. Valerian had done some kind of examination of the corpse. They circled Doctor Stanton nervously.

"We should wait until the real police arrive, I think. Because...they're going to want to ask us questions we can't answer. We have to be there to say we don't know anything, otherwise they might think we do know something." Emily said to them.

"Does anyone want a cookie?" Emily asked suddenly. She removed them from her purse and set the box of cookies down on the ground. She popped open the lid and removed a sugar cookie, sandy and tan, and took a small bite. Now there were eleven cookies remaining. She left them there for the others to eat, should they so choose. "It's good."


Chewing, Emily pondered something quietly. "You're clever, Valerian, very smart and noticing and perceptive type of person, I wonder what you noticed and should I notice the same things?" Emily whispered to herself. She finally fully entered the room as the two police officers sped off to locate the suspect.

"They won't find anything; it doesn't feel right. Nothing feels right. It's like I'm looking at the treeline, a dark treeline with something tall shifting between the trunks and peering back at her- back at me. Waiting, and watching, and I want to see it, and dare it to destroy me. A forgotten feeling, a lost feeling, one that was supposed to go away with the medicine but here it is, and here I am." The girl whispered under her breath. She'd described this feeling before in therapy. It would be familiar to the others. When spoke of it her eyes appeared as if they were looking somewhere else, as they did in this moment.

Cookie in her hand, Emily creeped towards Doctor Stanton. "If everyone showed up, there wouldn't have been a cookie for you." Emily said aloud, sadly.

"I don't think you suffered. This all happened after you were dead, didn't it? Can't paint art on a moving canvas..." She kneeled down, closer than most people would be comfortable with to the body. She saw the note, read it. "Communion ends. Disperse. No...I don't..." Her eyes were cast downward to the powder. "What's that?" She quirked her head to the side.

Without even thinking, Emily reached down, dusted her cookie with the dark powder on the floor, and took a bite.

She coughed, awkwardly. "Oh, oops." She turned and looked to the people behind and around her with wide eyes, dark dust and sugar crumbs on her lips. Like she was a child and they'd just discovered her with her hand in the cookie jar.

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@Kino End Oh, sweet! Makes sense. In that case I'll get an Emily post up tonight or tomorrow. This RP is really cool. I'm a little sad we never got to meet Doctor Stanton, but I like how he's been characterised through how other people remember him.

Nightland

@Arkitekt Yeah I like all the characters. I wasn't expecting Emily to be this much of a contrast, and given what she's gonna be doing in her next post she's definitely...an oddball.

Speaking of my next post @Kino End, how often can we post? Is it once per world update?

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@Kino End Okay, lol. I edited my post, I was just wishing I didn't have Emily look away but had her get closer instead, like I was first going to do.

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@Kino End That's RNG based I'm assuming?

edit: Darn. I guess I'm just wishing I went with my first draft of my post when I had Emily actually enter the room and sit down next to Doctor Stanton. I thought it'd be too weird. I won't make that mistake again, lol.

When the Evening Cicadas Cry, A Collaborative Mystery RP Idea

Alright well, thanks for explaining all that, but I won't be joining this RP. Good luck, though

《 R W B Y :: Grimm Adventures 》

Violet Skye Sfyri

Skye Sfyri

Basics

Full Name: Violet Skye Sfyri
_{Violet: The color violet
Sky: A light shade of blue
Sfyri: Greek word for Hammer}

Nickname/Alias: Sky
Age: 17
Gender: Female
Race: Human
Appearance Description: A wiry, tan girl of short stature, standing at about 4 feet, 11 inches tall. She has big, purple eyes. Skye has shoulder length violet hair tied into two ponytails. She's never seen without her lucky green hat. She likes to wear a light blue mechanics jumpsuit and boots. Her clothes are covered in straps to hold various satchels full of tools, and she usually is wearing a heavy backpack. Her left arm and right leg have been amputated below the elbow and knee respectively. They have been replaced with mechanical limbs of her own design.
Allusion: Hephaestus, Greek God of the Forge

Personality

Personality: A good natured, self conscious girl who loves to make friends, even if she's quite shy. She likes making jokes but she's the type of person who's joke gets repeated louder, and everyone laughs at that instead. Often she gets lost in her own head, dreaming of designs for weapons, vehicles, and robots- the three things she loves most in this world. Clever and intelligent, except when it comes to people. But she likes people, even if they can confuse and hurt her with words. Sky wears her heart on her oil stained sleeve. She believes in the good of humanity.

Sky can be scared quite easily, not exactly being a very brave or confrontational person. She prefers to support others rather than face conflict alone. Sky also doesn't think very much of herself or her abilities, and she's struggled continuously with low self-esteem. She loves building and inventing things, but when she isn't doing that she's usually playing video games or listening to/ trying to create her own music. Sky is a creative type, and though she loves mechanics she's also trying to make arts and crafts of various kinds with just as varying success. Sky like to experiment or try new things in life, even if change can be scary.

Her main interest is in vehicles. Cars, trucks, ships, boats. Anything that carries someone from point A to point B. She loves it, she eats it up, it's her favorite thing and she's incredibly knowledgeable on the subject. She speaks to them like they're her pets.

Likes:

Creating and inventing
Vehicles of any kind
Cool Weapons
Cool Robots
Cool Cars
Her Robo-dog
People in general
Heavy metal music
Being alone, sometimes
Compassion and kindness
Her lucky hat
Just relaxing and taking things slow
Vale pride!

Dislikes:

Bullies
Confrontation and arguments
Destruction of creations
Eating
Scary movies
Close-minded people
Violence against humans and faunus

Motivation: Finding a place to belong
Sexual Orientation: Homosexual

Biography

Country of Origin: Vale
Bio: Violet was raised by her adopted mother and father, Tiffany and Indigo Sfyri. She was born with a deformed right leg. Her mother was a human engineer and her father was an accountant, a poet in his free time, and a faunus. She loves them dearly. She also has an older sister, Azul. Azul is sixteen years older than her, and is a cat faunus like her father. The Sfyri family adopted Violet because they wanted another child but Tiffany was worried her age might cause complications.

Inheriting Tiffany's love of mechanics and Indigo's passion for creativity, Violet decided from a young age to give Atlas a run for their money as to which nation has the best tech. Mechanics, artificial intelligence, weaponry- Violet loved it all. She had a hard time picking which thing to settle down on. Being born firmly middle class meant Sky could go to a good school to further her passions. So she did. Azul became a soldier and when she came around to visit, taught Sky how to defend herself. Azul is kind of a short-tempered person so she wasn't the best teacher. They both find it funny in retrospect.

Sky's life changed one day when she and her father were visiting Tiffany in her place of work. Sky was 14, and already innovating in the field of artificial technology. However, mercenaries attacked the workshop, looking to steal its secrets and technology to sell and use to gain more power. This wasn't the main issue- during the attack the mercenaries opened the pathway for Grimm. A beowolf attacked her and her father. Her father almost lost his life, being severely wounded. Sky faired worse, losing her left arm. This stressful moment was also the day she unlocked her Semblance, Technopathy, which she used to try and help her family escape before the Grimm got her. They were only saved by the intervention of a Huntress.

That was the day she wanted to learn to truly defend herself and others so that no one could hurt those she cared about with her being helpless. Azul came over and their training picked up. Violet wanted to become a Huntress, just like the one that had saved her. Three years later, and here she is.

In the meantime she built herself an armored truck she named Baby Blue and a robo-dog named Robo-dog. She helped her mother with her engineer contracts, getting access to equipment she normally would not be able too. Her Semblance made her a great trouble shooting asset, as well, so she is in the good graces of many manufacturing workshops across Vale.

Combat

Weapon: Big Wrench

Big Wrench is a big wrench. It's a two handed crescent wrench, like a great mace. In the center of the crescent wrench there's a hole to fire projectiles from. The back of the Big Wrench has a stock and trigger guard, and receptacle to put in Cells. The crescent can spin horizontally, increasing its power.

The Big Wrench fires molten metal in many different forms. The simplest one a short ranged spray, like a liquid flame thrower. It can also be used to fire sharpnel or slugs. The molten metal has a sticky consistency, making it difficult for Grimm to get out of once it has them ensared. The spinning crescent can be heated up, creating a powerful impact point for enhanced damage. It uses custom-made reusable Cells full of hot liquid that she keeps in her heat resistant backpack/toolbox. She can also use non-molten glue type ammunition, for crowd control. She will use this on human targets, keeping the molten stuff for the Grimm. The Cells can be enhanced with different types of Dust, but she hasn't experimented with it much at all due to how expensive Dust is.

Semblance:

Technopath: An empathy for machines.

Her Aura can be linked with machines if she is touching them. Her Aura gains strength from machines and her Aura protects the machines she touches. This includes vehicles, weapons, and devices. When touching a device she can control it and speak to it. It can "talk" to her, telling her what its seen, diagnose its own problems.

The machines under her influence become enhanced by Aura. They can also bend and move strangely organically, like they almost become alive. Cars can ben their wheels and chassis like limbs, weapons twitch when they sense enemies.

She can repair and interface with mechanical devices effortlessly, including her own artificial limbs. She's a master car driver and engineer.

Baby Blue

Baby Blue is Sky's personal armored truck.

...Well, technically it's on loan. It's got some branding from Goldhill Industrial works on the front, a relatively small engineering company that her mother works at. But they were essentially her sponsor. And she had worked on Baby Blue long before she was able to take it wherever she wanted too.

Regardless, she has Baby Blue to herself as long as she attends Beacon Academy.

Baby Blue is just that- a light blue color. It's also matte black, and there are some purple highlights scattered about.

It's an armored SUV, with a passenger seat. There's a back area that can carry up to eight people, with four seats on each side. The inside is mostly utilitarian- this is not a luxury vehicle. BB is fast and maneuverable, her inner workings fine tuned by Sky. She's got a lot of horse power, torque, and a max speed of one hundred miles per hour. There are four doors in total- a drivers door, the passenger door, and a set of double doors on the back for easier access to the rear chamber. The windows are bullet proof and can be closed with steel shutters. Alternatively, they can also be opend entirely so people can shoot out of them. The rear chamber has "windows" of this kind as well, the steel can open and shut in a wide rectangle so Huntresses inside can fire upon the enemy from the safety of Baby Blue. In the center of the rear chamber there is a minigun and seat attatched to the ceiling. These can be deployed and one can operate the turret gun. It's a pretty nasty weapon, capable of tearing through your garden variety Grimm.

Baby Blue only gets more powerful when Sky herself is in the drivers seat. She becomes more flexible and organic behaving. This is because, thanks to her Semblance, Baby Blue is "alive." She has the personality of an intelligent and loyal dog. Excitable and protective of Sky. She knows what Sky knows, having an empathetic, intrinsic bond with her. She's capable of maintaining this personality for a short period of time when Violet is not in direct contact, but the Semblance will lose effect and BB loses the ability to express herself. Still, she will remember anything that happens to her while she is in this dormant state.