Nyahahameha

RWBY based RP

@tobiax
Might I throw my two cents in here? I personally don't think it should necessarily be a hard and fast "rule" as much as a suggestion. It's honestly kind of hard to believe that the entirety of living sapeint people - regardless of borders, cultures, and species - all share the same view on something to the point where every single person gives their child a name that evokes a colour. ^^; I personally think, for the enjoyment of as many players as possible, we should be able to take small liberties with canon material, rather than weigh ourselves down by it.

My Hero Academia: Another Story

Gabriella Gonzales
Repulsa Libre

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@Zaphander

From the time Gabby got off the bus, she'd silently followed her classmates' every step, and shared many of their reactions to the various goings-on happening within the factory. From the first crash they all heard, to the lights going out, to the large, empty lobby, the panicked-looking worker who burst in, and the explosion that rocked the entire facility, Gabby only found herself getting more tense and on-edge as time went on. It all came to a head when a person burst out of a ventilation pipe above them. Gabby had been quick enough in her reflexes to catch a glimpse of the assailant, a mask-wearing, chainsaw-wielding young woman. However, Enterprise and Hayes both acted before even she could, and before Gabby knew it, the assailant was at the far end of the room and Enterprise had punched a hole through a wall and was outside. Well, they were pro heroes, not just school staff.

No, the thing that didn't make sense was why that wasn't the end of things. The chainsaw girl still stood, looking quite ready. No ordinary villain, then, no - this was a person able to equal a pro hero. And worse yet, more appeared. Gabby frantically took in as many details as she could lookng in both directions. No doubt they were all equally dangerous villains. They were surrounded. And there was one more outside, preventing Enterprise from returning to their side. And what were they? A single pro hero and a small group of first-year students.

We're outclassed.

Gabby's mind went to work. They villains, six in total, had blocked off all the exits. Even if they tried to leave through the technically unguarded front door, they'd be stopped. it would be convenient if there was an exit closer to them.

Gabby's planning was interrupted by the lights dimming once more as the auxilary power ended, leaving the room swaddled in the red blanket of the emergency lighting. At the same time, from the left corridor came a huge swarm of birds all at once, the malevolent maelstrom of mallards rushing into the room and swirling around them. Yet one more thing that would make having a closer-by exit convenient.

Gabby looked up. The factory looked like it had more than one floor from the outside, but it was clear from the inside that it was simply a complex of large rooms like this, meaning going upward would mean going out to the room. She didn't know for sure whether there was a floor below them, so it would be a safer bet to try upward first. The ceiling was quite high - the lobby as a whole was maybe half the size of a small grocery store, but the distance to the ceiling was full-size for sure.

I could leap up and make a hole myself...but then how many of us would be able to follow? No, it would be better if I had something I could throw...

Gabby turned to find Peter among the group of students, shielding her face from the pecking and scratching of the birds as they came in. Her bulk meant they were mostly just flesh wounds anyway. She held out her large, muscular arm in his direction, offering him her hand.

"Gabby thinks it is time to leave! Peter! Help me make exit!"

Cancelable Action

If Peter chose to aid Gabby in her plan and took her hand, she would close the distance between them, making sure not to bowl over her classmates, and place her hands on his hips. She would bend her knees and take a breath in, doing her best to ignore the scratching and pecking, and then, in one motion, hurl Peter upwards with all of her might, using her Repulsion to give him the extra "oomph" he would need to have enough velocity to pound through the metal ceiling. After that, the rest would be up to him and his quirk.

Assuming he successfully made a hole in the ceiling, Gabby would do her best to repel and falling shrapnel away from her classmates, then take a position in the middle of the group with her knees bent and her hands cupped in front of her, ready for someone to place their foot in her hands so she could hurl them upward.

"Gabby will toss you up! One at a time, let's go!"

My Hero Academia: Another Story

Gabriella Gonzales
Repulsa Libre

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Gabby's smile disappeared hearing Eira's retort, disappointed at having failed to convince her to not be so negative. She wasn't even wrong, per se - it was definitely not ideal to people to be getting hurt at every possible turn. Gabby just wished she looked at the bigger picture and see how her attitude wasn't helpful if things did go wrong.

Still, she hadn't snapped back at her or anything, which Gabby supposed was as good a result as she could expect from the oft grumpy young woman. It would be a waste of energy to debate her any further if she was intent on having a sour mood, so Gabby stayed silent and turned to face forward in her seat. The next moment, Mr. Hayes was standing in the aisle a few feet behind her, addressing Renard and Freya's complaints regarding the practice exercise. She couldn't resist the smirk that made its way to her face as juvenile thoughts played in her head: You got in trou-ble, you got in trou-ble.

With a sharp exhale she pushed that voice back to the rear of her mind where it belonged, allowing her to focus on Mr. Hayes words of encouragement. Set her own expectations, he said, and make sure to surpass them every day. Gabby nodded her head as a more adult smile stretched her lips. That was advice she could get behind, no questions asked. Though, she had a feeling not all of her classmates would feel the same way. Not because they weren't trying, no, but because she was sure they saw Mr. Hayes as harsh and distant. They might be paying attention less to his words and more to how he said them.

Not long after that, their principal, as well as the bus' driver boarded, and they were on their way. Enterprise, despite her corporate and, frankly, capitalistic-sounding hero name, was a beacon of warmth and enthusism. Sitting so close to the front of the bus, Gabby couldn't help but find her attitude infectious, especially considering how starkly it contrasted both Eira and Mr. Hayes. As Enterprise went into stories of her work as a professional hero, Gabby wore a wide grin. It was almost as good as watching lucha libre matches on tv with her grandpas! Gabriella only wished she could have done a little audience participation - every time Enterprise reached the high point of a story where the day was in the process of being saved, Gabby wanted to cheer, and each low point made her want to shout words of encouragement. She resisted those urges, both to avoid interrupting the story, and to avoid embarrassing herself.

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Upon reaching the factory, Enterprise split them into two groups. Gabby tilted her head in contemplation, realizing that the groups were split by arranging everyones's names in alphabetical order then splitting them down the middle. That meant one group had her, Peter, Renard, and Sophia all together, and the other group with, comparatively speaking, frailer-bodied heroes, which seemed imbalanced to her. Wait, why does that matter? This is not training anymore, is just a field trip. Gabby is so silly.

Shaking those thoughts out of her head, Gabby threaded her arms through the straps of her backpack and stood up, but was sure to let her classmates go ahead of her before stepping into the aisle and off of the bus.

My Hero Academia: Another Story

Gabriella Gonzales
Repulsa Libre

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@Aviaire@LuckyBlackCat

Gabby couldn't help the wince that came to her face as Freya not only stubbed her toe on one of the poles supporting the bus' ceiling, but then fell right into the salt left behind by the packet she herself had stepped on and got said salt in one of the wounds she'd sustained during the practice exercise. When Freya questioned who was responsible, she opened her mouth to apologize. After all, she'd known it was there before anyone else, and had the opportunity to clean it up before this...admittedly unlikely scenario unfolded. But Eira answered before she could, her sharp tongue casting her voice from further back in the bus. In addition to giving an answer to sate both Freya's curiosity and her own - by the direction of her gaze, it would seem Renard was responsible for the packet of salt on the floor - Eira added in some words Gabby couldn't say were...entirely necessary.

”But you, fuck, can we all just go ten minutes without some kind of injury? This is ridiculous. You're all ridiculous.”

Having already turned around in her seat to listen to Eira speak, Gabby had a clear line of sight to the fiery girl's face, and all the irritation it bore. That...couldn't be healthy, even if only on an emotional level. And that kind of attitude certainly wasn't going to help anyone feel positive going into this field trip. Gabby, normally fairly quiet unless she was putting on a performance of some kind, felt the need to speak up. If she couldn't help Eira, she could hopefully help everyone else.

"It is said that "variety is one of the spices of life", is it not? Being ridiculous is an ingredient in that spice, Gabby thinks. Perhaps it would be a good thing for you to sample that spice more frequently," Gabriella stated. Her confident tone and posture belied the fact that she felt she could have made a stronger metaphor if she were better with the English language. Individual words weren't too problematic, but structuring sentences and using English idioms correctly were something she still needed more practice with, not to mention trying to make a metaphor on the spot. "Gabby thinks it would lead to less...furrowed brows, yes?"

Despite her inner trepidation, both at her concerns over her English, and at the fact that she was directly confronting someone who had not always demonstrated the best attitude toward her classmates, Gabriella did not avoid Eira's eyes. Her own face wore a slight smile, her brows turning upward in concern.

My Hero Academia: Another Story

Gabriella Gonzales
Repulsa Libre

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Gabriella watched Renard walk off and felt a twinge of guilt at having stayed completely silent during their...well, "conversation" was probably a strong word for what just occurred between them, but it was the best she could think of. The guilt didn't last long, as her mind went to work processing the words he'd taken the time to say to her. A small smile found its way to her face as she internally recited the advice he spoke, finding it rather cute that he opted to inform her that his mom was the person who originally said it to him. He didn't need to say it, but the fact he did was endearing in a way, and it showed that he - like herself - respected and loved his family. As for the advice itself, she couldn't agree more, but...the real problem was that she was so focused on trying to keep that lesson at the forefront of her mind, she didn't feel like she could focus on anything else.

”Don’t beat yourself over it.”

There. That was the part that she needed to focus on. That's exactly what she'd been doing. It must have been obvious to Renard, yet somehow she hadn't realized she was doing it herself. She had been thinking of it as making sure she didn't forget the lessons she needed to learn from her poor performance. Pretending that focusing so hard on it was somehow the right thing to do. But if she thought logically about it, there was probably no was she was ever going to forget the events of today. There was no reason she had to focus so hard on her failures when it just meant she'd be unable to appreciate the kindness of those around her, and waste the opportunity the prinicpal was giving them all.

Bringing her hands up and slapping her face once with them, Gabby decided then and there to take Renard's advice. She could enjoy the rest of what the day had to offer and still learn the lessons she needed to. Nobody is perfect, but that's no reason to spend all your time being miserable until you improve. She placed those thoughts of improvement and learning in her figurative back pocket and finally let a smile brighten her face once more.

With her mind cleared, she headed toward the changing room for her shower.

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Scrubbed free of her sweat, the dirt and dust of the ruined cityscape, and the yellow body paint from her costume, a refreshed Gabriella approached the bus that the others had boarded. It seemed she wasn't quite the last one to board - that was good. She liked to get a window seat whenever possible, if only so that nobody would be trapped between said window and her bulky body. She could only imagine how claustrophobic that would make someone feel. Feeling optimistic once more, she motioned to transfer the weight of her yoga pants and tanktop-clad body from the pavement to the first metal stair.

The act of doing so immediately had an effect on the entire bus, and there was no doubt everyone already inside would feel it shift to the bus' right for a moment as the mass of muscle that was Gabriella Gonzales filled the bus' doorway. As she moved to the aisle and started looking for a free seat, the bus' shocks managed to distribute her weight evenly, ceasing its rightward tilt.

Gabby took a step forward, heading toward the open seat on the right hand side (facing the front of the bus), which would put her opposite Abigail. Her foot, still bare by choice since shoes tend to cause a buildup of B.O. (and her quirk allowed her to avoid harm from stepping on sharp things most of the time), landed on something soft resting atop the metal floor, which popped open underneath, causing what felt like sand to pour out against her sole. Cocking an eyebrow, Gabby stepped back and lifted her foot to see a packet of salt on the floor between the seats in the second row.

She lifted her head and scanned the faces of those who were on the bus. "Um...did somebody drop something, maybe? Gabby...probably stepped on it just now. I'm sorry."

Giving a quick bow of her head, she moved again to take her seat, placing her backpack in her lap and sitting with her legs close together to make sure someone else would have room beside her.

My Hero Academia: Another Story

Gabriella Gonzales
Repulsa Libre

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Seeing the brick she threw cause the robot to stumble forward a step to avoid falling over right then and there surprised Gabby. She really hadn't meant to put that much force into the brick. Clearly this was a product of her inexperience - she hadn't been using her quirk in a "heroic" context long enough to be able to properly adjust both her quirk's strength and her own physical strength with precision. That right there told her she'd need to put in a lot of practice, not simply making her quirk stronger, but just having more fine control over it. She didn't want to go around causing major injuries to people, even if they were criminals.

However, the surprises didn't stop there. Preparing to begin running the moment the robot turned their way, Repulsa took a ready stance and...just held it. When the robot didn't immediately turn around, Gabby quirked an eyebrow, but stayed cautious. Was it...ignoring her? Or was it's artificial intelligence not intelligent enough to register that it had been struck from behind a moment ago? Before she could investigate, the voice of their homeroom teacher, Mr. Hayes, surrounded them, informing them that the time limit was up.

At first, Repulsa felt relieved, enough to smile as she gently removed Phoebe from her shoulders and set her down carefully on the ground, making sure Phoebe had her footing before letting go. But that smile disappeared with the realization that neither of them had ended up accomplishing anything in all the 20 minutes they had. In her effort to both work together with someone but also distiguish herself, she had not only gotten a slow start, but had taken Phoebe and herself in a direction in which there were not any reasonable problems to engage in solving. And once the two of them had found something to do, they eneded up needing to be so cautious in their approach that they ran out of time before they could do anything.

She had not only failed to be of any help to the people who needed it, but had also prevented Phoebe from being helpful as well.

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Which were things Mr. Hayes seemed only too eager to point out, as he doled out his criticisms to all of the students back at the entrance to the huge room that housed the "city" they'd tried to save. At least he'd taken the time to also praise and Phoebe and herself for breaking the trend of rushing in without coming up with a plan, but that did nothing to weaken the solemn frown Gabriella wore all through his speech-giving. She couldn't allow herself to soak in that praise. If she did, she might forget all of the areas in which she needed to improve. She couldn't look Phoebe in the eyes, either. Not after having dragged Phoebe down with her. All Gabby could find herself thinking was that she had to remember her failures. She couldn't let herself take her mind off them until she got the opportunity to write them down in her diary back home.

It was almost as if the sharp sound of Mr. Hayes' hands clapping together was meant specifically for her, as it snapped her attention back to him rather than the ground in front of her toes. His following announcement trailed off, clearly cueing...something to happen. Gabby took a break from beating herself up to look toward the door Mr. Hayes was looking at - the same door they had entered through earlier upon arriving at the stadium-like training area. After a moment of awkward silence, the door opened, and the brightly-shining suit, long hair, and smile of their prinicpal came in, causing Gabby to squint her eyes in response to the psychosomatic blindness she was experiencing.

She made the announcement that they'd be spending the rest of the day taking a school trip to the place of business of the hero-support wokers that were responsible for bringing their imaginations to reality, including the change-room and paint Gabby herself used while changing into her hero costume. Gabby's frown stayed plastered on her face as her eyes once again met the concrete under her bare feet. There were a handful of thoughts that occurred to her at that moment, such as if I can get out of this, maybe I can go home early and write my diary entry for today now rather than later, and how can I be expected to think about a field trip when I need to remember all the ways I messed up during this practice. She hesitated to speak any of those thoughts aloud. Their prinicipal was taking time out of her busy schedule to meet with them, and even treat them to a field trip, all to make up for putting them through a harsh new training exercise before any of the other classes had a chance to try it (which was, in itself, quite a priviledge). It would be rude to object to such generosity.

So she stayed quiet, and continued frowning at the ground.

RWBY based RP

I have two characters I could choose from. The one I have a sheet for saved is an andoid with the power of extendo-limbs. The other is a musician who's guitar is a combination axe/sword-and-shield hybrid that can use her semblance to build up kinetic energy and release it as concussive blasts, but I don't know if I have her character sheet so I'd have to start from scratch.

My Hero Academia: Another Story

Gabriella Gonzales
Repulsa Libre

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@Ruler Inc

Gabriella was reacquainted with the concrete once more. Instead of leaping into the air again, Gabriella stayed grounded, her muscles undulating beneath Phoebe as she sprinted the remaining distance to the robot. "Sounds good! Tropica continues to ride. Long legs of robot difficult to outrun alone, I thinks." Gabby's lips pursed tensely upon the realization she'd forgone the use of the third-person at the end of that sentence. Well, no time to worry about it now. She'd just have to hope Phoebe didn't notice.

She came to a stop at the edge of the remnants of the robot's destructive rampage, a clear line visible between the still standing houses of the residential distric and the scattered, crushed remains of buildings that previously stood in the vicinity of the robot. Repulsa Libre looked up, taking in details about the robot's body. It was simple, for the most part. The chances of the whole thing being waterproof looked low, which meant Tropica's idea was all the better. It was facing away from the two of them, its attention instead on the taller buildings of the adjacent commercial district, the ground shaking with each building its large arms crashed through.

Repulsa Libre then looked downward. She'd need something to help her get its attention so they could start luring it. She took a couple steps forward, then bent her knees while reaching downward, making sure not to throw Phoebe off her shoulders by bending forward. She rose up again with a mostly-intact brick in her right hand. It fit neatly, so she could grip it well. She gave it a small toss upward and caught it, judging its weight, and how much force she'd need to apply with her quirk to get it where she wanted it. Then, once she was satisfied, she reared back, stretching her arm behind her as she prepared to throw.

"Are you ready?" Repulsa asked, not wanting to move too quickly for Phoebe. If either of them were unprepared in any way, their teamwork would fail.

As soon as Tropica gave the okay, Repulsa Libre's arm would hurtle forward, and just as she released the brick, she'd activate her quirk, applying extra force and rocketing the brick up to the back of the robot's head.

My Hero Academia: Another Story

Gabriella Gonzales
Repulsa Libre

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@Ruler Inc

Having seen a crisis for them to solve, Tropica had pointed with her finger while making her suggestion, and Repulsa followed the direction the limb was pointing with her eyes. A giant robot, at least as tall as a 3-story building - possibly more, she couldn't quite judge from the current distance. A pearly-white grin split the light coffee tone of the uncovered half of her face. Surprise mixed with eagerness - she wouldn't have pinned Phoebe as the type who would confidently face such a sizeable challenge, yet she couldn't find herself disagreeing. A large woman like herself needed an even larger opponent in order to shine as brightly as possible.

"Repulsa Libre is in agreement," she answered as gravity took hold of the pair and began their descent back toward the concrete. The landing wasn't the softest ever, but Repulsa made sure to hold on tight to Tropica's ankles to prevent her from flipping forward overhead, and she was able to decrease the impact on their bodies by using a weaker repulsion the moment her feet connected with the ground. As she turned a street corner to head toward the robot Tropica had pointed out to her, Gabriella was careful to pay attention to the feedback from the soles of her feet; no problems thus far, but she wouldn't able to do too many more leaps like that before she would start feeling pins and needles in her feet. It normally wouldn't be so much of a problem, but she was carrying Tropica as well - extra weight was extra weight, no matter how small.

"If nothing else, we can at least distract from harming civilian. Repulsa Libre will jump again. Look around for place we can lure mecha that maybe has less people. Would suggest construction site, perhaps."

Without waiting for an answer, Repulsa activated her quirk and once more shot up into the air. It was lucky they seemed to be in a residential neighborhood - the roofs were lower so she didn't have to leap terribly high for a good view, which meant less stress on her body due to her quirk.

My Hero Academia: Another Story

Lol kinda' feels like Abigail is criticising us as writers. XD