Zoey Boey

World of Light

Kasugano Sakura

Level 4: 27/40
Location: On the Atomos over Black Bay.
Word Count: 1,054
Points Gained: 2
New EXP Balance--- Level 4: 29/40

Sakura tensed up a little bit as Rika boldly strode out into broad daylight. But, it worked out. The Admiral was nice, and had already been told of Rika's existence. Sakura breathed a sigh of relief.

"You know...people are nice." Sakura concluded. It seemed like Geralt had expected something worse to happen.

"So far I'm like, 3 for 3 when it comes to trusting people to do the nice thing. Even that Master of Masters lady helped out in the fight. I wonder where she is now?" Sakura looked around for her but if she was there, there's no way her mysterious figure could spotted so easily. She thought back to Mym the Dragon, right after she stopped being Galeemified. Everyone was scared, but then the dragon was nice, and so everyone else turned nice, too. Then she thought again about Geralt, and figured the majority of the people he had met in his life had been very not nice. It was complicated, she guessed.

Sakura smiled and waved at Ranger. "Thanks for the save! Nice outfit! But...man. Where I'm from, there's no way any navy would let you dress like that." She said that last part a little quieter.

Suddenly, Cadet and Link, caught onto her about her comment. Cadet noticed her different appearance and quickly put something together. Sakura nodded sadly. "Yeah, I did absorb a spirit. I'm gonna give it back, though. I-" She was cut off. Things were happening right now. "We'll talk later." She sighed. She began to jog int othe Atomos interior proper, waving as she went.

"See you, guys! Bye bye!" She waved. The door closed and they were away. Bowser, Kamek, Junior, Geralt, Rika, Bella, Ranger, and her, Sakura.

"Boy. Remember when it was just the four of us?" She gestured to Kamek, Junior, and Geralt. "The ship must have felt so empty." She smiled, sitting down, thinking of her new friends. Of the fun she had last night with Rika, Junior, and even Bowser. As well as her talk with Geralt. Bella, the sweet person that Sakura managed to save, and Ranger, who was just straight up heroic.

"I'm uh, I'm glad I met all you guys. Even if we're far away from home." She said.

Sakura watched the sight down below, wincing and turning away. She shared the same thoughts as Rika did. It hurt to watch. There was some solace to be found in that it was only the lost potential of a life, not the life itself. Still. It was hard to watch. Seeing the Abyssals in their original form reminded Sakura of how mean the Water Princess was, before she turned into Bella. If Sakura didn't have the ability to Friend Heart, what other option would there have been? Sakura decided she would focus on defending her friends. And if she did have to fight, try to fight the Abyssals that didn't look like they could talk or think for themselves at all. The ones that looked like bone robots. But did that make it okay to kill? Just because they looked different? What if she gave a Friend Heart to them, too?

Sakura wore these troubling thoughts on her face. She was biting on her lower lip and holding her own hand, sweating a little. It's too difficult. Sakura didn't know if she could do it.

"Man. I've been on high alert for like, two months. After this I hope we get to take a few days off. I miss sleeping in." Sakura laughed nervously. She turned and looked out the window. At the beautiful cape of the Black Bay. The ship girls were truly a force to be reckoned with.

They weren't the only ones, though. The battle quickly went underway right before her eyes. The ship girls lacked the close combat skills that Sakura did. She couldn't really help much from up here. Much to her own shame, Sakura was a little relieved that she wasn't down there. Sakura rose to her feet and slapped the sides of her head, steeling herself.

(Come on, hero mode. Hero mode! We're heroes! We have to save Limsa and stop the bad guys so we can blow up Galeem and save the universe! Get it together, Sakura!) She hopped up and down.

Bowser and Kamek were making their place. It was certainly spectacular. Bowser got really big and ontop of the bridge. The entire ship was painted with his face now, and now he himself was decorating it

"The King of Awesome, huh?" Sakura raised a skeptical eyebrow. His display of power was indeed awesome, though. He was destroying the enemies back lines. Shippy, however, was directly in trouble. If the people on Shippy could break through, they wouldn't meet much more resistance thanks to Bowser. But right now any ranged attack on the enemies boarding Shippy would probably lead to Shipp themself getting hurt.

The ship was also lowered into range of the water. Sakura gulped. "Um...well, okay, I guess. Here we go." Sakura stepped outside of the bridge and onto the outside of the Atomos. Her hair
and clothes began to be whipped up all around. Her longer sleeves were a little in the way now, so she rolled them up to her elbows. Her bandana was flung out to the side. She probably cut quite the dramatic figure. She was on a flat part of the Atomos, infront of her was a railing, and to her side was a path away up to the rooftop of the Atomos where King Bowser was. The water was closer now, but they were still a little above the action. It was chaos down there. Every combatant was extremely mobile. It looked like something out of National Geographic. Bees vs Wasps.

Sakura took a stance and began firing where Bowser was shooting. "Hadoken! Hadoken!" Her familiar cry rang out. This time she also fired some of her cannons in her rigging, aiming for the enemies around Shippy. Basically just saturating fire.

As she did, she began shouting over the wind, turning her face a little. "I'll follow your lead, Ranger, if we do end up needing to go down there. If any of 'em try to get onto the Atomos, that'll be their mistake, because then I'll just kick 'em in the face. Hadoken!" She imagined Bella, Rika, Ranger and herself would make quite the formidable squad of ship girls were they to be on the water. But the Atomos and Shippy were on their own mission. They pushing through and forward to a secondary objective.

They were, after all, Seekers. That was what they were called now. Sakura found confidence in that title. (I'm a Seeker. Cool.) Sakura gathered up another bright blue ball of energy and let it loose in tandem with a cannon shot.

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.

Nightland

@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?

Nightland

@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.

Nightland

@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