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Ruby Rose May Catchall (Open and Closed Prompts)

Who: Ruby Rose

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What: Assorted TDM Prompts.
When: Throughout April
Where: Throughout Trench.

Content Warnings: TDM Prompt Warnings, Will update as necessary

Fate Forged in Steel

[Ruby Rose tended to do most of her weapon making out of her own house. But with sun shining and the weather warming up enough that she could feel it in her own cold blood it was enough to pull her out of the house and make her way over to Prufrock to work on her latest project. And let's be real the chance to see any sort of weapon that Hunters or other Sleepers used was enough to get excited.

So she's taken on some work at a local smithy with the promise of having some time to work on her own project at the same time. She can be found smithing and smelting and working on pieces of something that resembles not only a spear but a guitar as well. There's a fair amount of complicated moving parts that cause it to extend out into the spear and revert back into the guitar shape.

If anyone comes by she'll happily stop in her work and look up with a smile.]

Hey, Can I help you?

May Flower.

[Honestly the first time Ruby sees the festival going on at the board walk she feels a little on edge. It reminds her a lot of her first year in the dream when the towns people went more than a little culty. It had been more than a little dangerous between having to fight one of her closest friends and someone attempting to murder her. But she does her best to sort of push those thoughts aside as this certainly feels more peaceful than the last time around.

It doesn't take her long to accept a drink from a passerby and she finds herself with vibrant red roses growing out or her hair. It's cute, alright?

But... Then she sees the cookies and she's done for. Cookies have been her weakness since she was a kid. She manages to snag a whole plate to herself and inhales them with gusto. Only to find that with each cookie she eats the next one she picks up is bigger than the last.

Before she knows it she's about the same size as the cookies on the plate and she still hasn't quite stopped yet. She's using her scythe to try and cut apart one of the massive cookies to get a crumb that she can eat.

...It takes her a moment and then she realizes the situation she's in.]

Uh- Hey! A little help here?

Mirror Mirror

[Ruby hadn't given much thought to the warnings about the mirrors. That is until she fell victim to the curse herself. Now all she could really do is kick herself as she found herself sitting in the passenger seat as her own body moved against her will.

For the most part this Ruby enough like herself. That is until she something happen that endangered someone in front of her. Whether they were injured by a monster, got into a fight on the street, or even as simple as a paper cut it immediately set this Ruby off. In an instant her scythe was out and with a flourish she was standing between the injured and attacking party, a fierce glare in her mismatched eyes.]

Back off. Or I'm going to start taking limbs next.

Mirror Mirror B

[Or maybe it is as simple as a paper cut, or stubbed. In which case Ruby will take aim with Crescent Rose in it's rifle form and shoot the book right off the table. (Or feel free to bring in another minor inconvenience to have Violent Savior Ruby go ham on.)]

Now that should teach that thing not to mess with us again.

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Edited 2022-05-01 17:21 (UTC)

[Now that the sun had finally dawned and shed light on the whole of the town, Waver finally felt more comfortable exploring. However, he had a single mission in mind-- and this was what lead the weedy mage who pointedly tried to dress more formally than was suitable for his young looking face to approach the blacksmith in the first place.

With his only goal being watching and investigating for the moment, he was caught by surprise when the young woman working beamed in his general direction. Momentarily startled, he looked at the girl.]

Who? Me?

[The tiny little voice by his elbow took Oscar by enough surprise that he nearly choked on his floral iced tea. The aromatics of the rose petals and the mint were refreshing after the gloom of April, and the newly minted sixteen year old was glad for the sensation of practically drinking sunshine.

Sunshine, however, didn't sound like Ruby Rose.]

Uh. Ruby? Where--?

[He searched around him before by chance having his gaze land on her standing on the table. A flustered grin quickly broke across his face before he finally sputtered with laughter.]

Ruby. What happened? What did you do?

Edited 2022-05-01 23:51 (UTC)

Ruby?!

[ Listen, Ruby being protective of her? That's nothing surprising. They always have each other's back in dangerous situations, after all. If there really had been some sort of monster attacking here, Ange wouldn't have done as much as blinked at Ruby's threat, or her suddenly taking out that weapon.

.. except.. that's not quite what's going on here. After all, there's no monster attacking Ange. There's not even any real danger. All that happened was that one of the Trenchies happened to accidentally bump into Ange on the street, causing Ange to fall down on the ground, and now there's suddenly Ruby.

With her scythe out.

That's not normal.

She scrambles to quickly get back up on her feet. ] Ruby, it's fine! There's nothing going on here!

[Honestly Waver didn't look like much of a fighter at first glance. But Ruby had seen what a little training and experience could do to someone a little green. Her friends Jaune and Oscar were true testaments to that.

She grinned and gave a nod.]

Yeah, of course I mean you!

Let me guess- You're more of a gun type?

Or do you do the whole sword and shield thing?

Um. Neither?

[He looked at her, questioning. This was a tricky subject, so he decided to go with the simplest explanation.]

I'm an alchemist and a detective. Usually people call me after someone has been... hurt.

[~~killed~~.]

And then it's my job to figure out who committed the crime so the people in power can take proper measures. If people come after me... well. I have methods of managing.

[A shrug.

Translation: He had a scythe-wielding apprentice following him in a cloak everywhere he went, who was more than willing to act as his bodyguard when times called for it.]

...This is actually for a friend. I'm trying to enchant a weapon for her, but a fighter of her caliber needs a base weapon that matches her skills before it's buffed up with magic.

You seem like someone who knows how to do that. What will it cost for your time and opinions?

[Wow. Ruby just looks offended when Oscar finally catches sight of her. She's got her hands on her hips and just gives him the tiniest glare back.]

What do you mean "What did I do"!?

It was obviously this place! That's not fair!

[He's full on laughing now.]

Oh. I mean obviously! [And, with a big grin brightening his face, he leaned down to get a better look at her.] I just never imagined that you would become my little sister!

[That Trenchy made the biggest mistake of his life knocking her beloved Ange to the ground. Ruby was not about to let that stand.

The strangest part is there isn't an instant where she looks to check if Ange is okay. Her eyes are dead set on the person who did it who's now facing her and backing away nervously. A clear look of fear on his face.

Ruby steps closer slowly trying to close the distance between them. Her scythe blade grinding against the ground in a very menacing fashion.]

It's okay, Ange.

This will only take a second.

And this guy will pay.

[Minako found herself pouting when she saw the cookies were gone. She was going to eat one... or maybe five or something. They were cookies what else would she do honestly. So with some disappointment she gave a sigh. AT least until she heard the sound of a plate hitting the floor. That was enough to cause her to focus on where the noise came from and she also found out where the cookies went to that was a plus.]

Oh, hey... Neat found them finally. [She had gone to attempt to pick up one when she felt something hit her hand.]

What the...cookies...have you forsaken me? Are you biting the hand that feeds you? [Said with a bit of dramatic flair to say the least, but she didn't understand what was going on either. AT least until she found a tiny person on it.]

Oh... were you the one who hit me? Your so little. It's cute.

[ These are levels of escalation usually only seen in Cobra Kai.

Especially since it's so obvious to Ange that it was just an accident. Maybe it's the years spent being bullied, but Ange likes to think she can tell exactly when someone is doing something on purpose or not - and the way the guy is backing away in nervous panic makes it pretty clear to her that it was just an accident, and that he's not looking for any kind of trouble. ]

He's just some guy! [ Sorry, random Trenchy. ] Come on, Ruby.

[ Ange continues to speak, though she finds it more and more odd that the other isn't even looking at her. Nothing like this is like Ruby at all - but what does that mean in this specific case? Ange hasn't even heard about people acting off without corruption being involved, and Ruby doesn't look corrupted in any way. ]

Let's just go home, alright?

[Ruby is flipping the script.
She was nice. ...BUT NOT ANYMORE!

Ruby unfortunately doesn't seem moved by Ange's words. She does look back, but there's a distinct rage in her good eye that isn't normally there.]

He's not just some guy. He's someone who needs to learn a lesson.

He doesn't hurt the ones I care about.

[She turns back but the Trenchy is already cowering in a ball on the ground. Ruby takes on step closer and drives her scythe down but she misses on purpose, instead digging into the cobblestone beside him.]

Don't ever touch her again.

[Ruby had made a full on tackle against Minako's hand to get her attention and was now standing pretty firmly on her palm.]

Yeah- It was. Definitely wasn't trying to bite you though- Not that it would do so much down here.

[She rubs at the back of her head a little nervously.]

And yeah- It just kind of happened. Not exactly sure how-

But I'm super small now-

I guess being tiny and cute is a plus though, right?

[Don't mind Ruby as she pouts and makes a fuss about all of this.]

Ha. Ha. Very funny.

You are so getting noogied the second I'm back to my normal height. You know that, right?

[She blinks a little at that answer. But then when he goes on a little further with his explanation that tracks a little more. She knew a couple alchemists and detectives in the area.]

Look- I'm not saying you can't handle yourself but like I'm pretty sure a lot of classic detectives had guns.

...And funny hats.

...And Monocles.

...And pipes.

And I can help you with at least one of those things.

Actually two! I pipe gun could be pretty cool.

[She gets a little more serious with the next question.]

Yeah! I'm actually the right girl for the job. I used to have an enchanted blade for my scythe back in the dream. It kind of got lost in the shuffle between there and here though.

Let's figure out exactly what she needs before we talk costs. But if you've got a budget we can work something out.

What sort of weapons does she use?

[Heaving a sigh because he saw no way out, Waver reached into his coat pocket and pulled out a pair of glasses. They were plain, with narrow and non-descript frames that were dark like his hair, but he hoped they at least helped with the general vibe this young craftsperson was looking for.]

This better?

[He didn't want a monocle. Or a hat.]

I'm also an archivist, if that helps.

[ /shrug.]

Anyway, the weapon I'm looking for needs to be suitable for a pirate. She's the fiendish captain of the Lonely Island, and I owe her for saving me from brigands out at sea.

For budget... we'll have to negotiate. I've only been here for a month, but I plan to enchant the weapon myself, with my own Vileblood. A blade that numbs where it strikes so your enemies can't tell that they're bleeding out sounds appropriate for a pirate, wouldn't you say?

I know.

This is still totally worth it.

[He grinned-- then held out a hand.]

You want a ride anywhere? Maybe we can find some cookie that will make you your normal size again.

I mean always a plus to being tiny and cute, but there are lots of downsides...like travelling. But odd that you suddenly got tiny.

[She was at least putting the plat down for the moment holding the other in the palm of her hand now.]

But... now it brings about the question of... how do we fix this?

[ Ange gasps the moment the scythe comes down, only a second before it digs into dirt rather than into flesh. It's not even like she's never seen violence - please, she's so used to that - but it's more just that she's thinking of the consequences of all of this. How bad Ruby would feel later on when she'd look back on this, knowing that she hurt someone innocent.

It's why she can't just keep standing there anymore. Protecting her girlfriend from doing something she usually wouldn't want to do is also part of her duty, after all.

So Ange quickly steps forward, worming herself between the terrified man and Ruby, even though there isn't much room for it - Crescent Rose's handle right next to her. ]

Ruby, stop. [ She says, firmer this time. Staring the other right into her silver and red eyes. ] This isn't you! What's wrong with you? What happened?!

It definitely had it's perks when I was younger. But you've got a point there. I don't really know how I'm going to home at that this size. Or how Ange is going to react to a pocket sized girlfriend.

[She nods and taps her chin in thought.]

I mean it's not out of the ordinary for this place to mess with us- But this is definitely new. ...And I haven't got a clue how to actually fix it.

Maybe there's something here around here that can do the trick?

Edited 2022-05-06 03:36 (UTC)

[Two people had threatened to take out Johnny's tongue the other day. So he wasn't too surprised when a tongue showed up at the door step of his dojo/home. He knew what it meant. He hadn't been able to sit all the way through the Godfather but he knew a declaration of war when he saw it.

The question was which one of the two had been the one to deliver. He'd probably have to end up striking back against both of them at some point, but he could start with one for now. The lanky kid with the weird mood swings would have to be his first target. He had killed Johnny once before, he seemed like the most likely to have pulled this off.

It takes a few nights but Johnny eventually does find him on the street and quickly manages to knock him out and stuff him in the trunk of his 2009 Challenger. It wasn't his preferred style but he had to make sure the kid didn't go nuts on him like the last time.

Peter Graham will wake up to a world of darkness thanks to a strip of cloth used to blindfold him. His feet wont quite be able to touch ground and he'll sway gently back and forth from the punching bag he's currently tied to. ...Oddly enough there'll be a little bit of extra padding tied to his chest too. It almost feels like a couch cushion.

After a moment he'll hear a voice.]

Back in my day.
When you wanted to get back at someone you would do it to their face.
There was honor. There was respect.
These kids today making fun of people over the network.
Leaving tongues at our doors.
These spineless nerds leave a bad taste in my mouth.

[And Peter will feel the blindfold get pulled away from his eyes. He's in the abandoned warehouse that made up the Cobra Kai Dojo. Black Paint on the wall clearly read.
"Strike First.
Strike Hard.
No Mercy."

Johnny stepped into view from behind him. And there was another person standing in front of him a few feet away. Johnny's star pupil, Paul.]

We've got a guest in Cobra Kai today.
Someone who needs to learn how to really confront his enemies.
Just remember in the tournament the best way to score a point is to aim for the torso.

We'll start with a front kick, side kick.

Edited 2022-05-07 18:58 (UTC)

I mean I could carry you home, but someone carrying you right now is the only way to not get stepped on at that height.

[And she could see the negatives to having a pocket sized girlfriend. Certain things would be considered awkward at least. At the mention of maybe something around here Minako started to glance around.]

You have a point. If they had something like that maybe they have something to reverse it too. But... there is a lot of food items.

( Peter is no stranger to waking up in weird places. To having to make sense of where, when, who he is. Consciousness is a thick, confusing place he's trying to slowly pull himself towards, unravel all the convoluted strands tangled around and inside him. (All his life, he was never enough. Now he's too much, too many.) Mostly he's just dazed.

Enough that panic doesn't come at first. Not even when he realises that his eyes are open but he's unable to see anything, blinking wide and feeling his lashes scrape the material of the cloth restricting his vision. He can't move his arms, or his legs, or much of anything, but he can feel himself drifting. Swinging? Gentle.

He realises seconds before the voice talks that he can feel someone's near him — it's almost like a sixth sense now, what it is to be watched by someone you can't watch back. Eyes from the darkness, white grins closing in. He's been hunted, he realises, and the pinprick of panic finally jumpstarts his heart, right as the man starts speaking.

Peter gasps, a sharp sound, drawn to attention. To reality. With it, the telltale ache of physical violence, of being knocked out (he's felt it before), but it feels weirdly distant and numb. He starts breathing too fast, too quick, and he makes a sound like an animal. A kind of whimper, a moan, a whine.

The words don't make any sense to him; he's having a hard time processing them. Then the darkness is abruptly lifted, and his wide eyes are struggling to make sense of what he's seeing. He doesn't know where he is, and his nostrils flare; it's only after the man steps into view that Peter realises he'd recognised the voice. )

Wh— Nn-oh— ( the young man sputters sounds that are maybe supposed to be "no", but he can't work against the tightness of his own throat; that rising panic has him feeling choked out of himself. It's him, it's him, the man. There's someone else. He recognises the boy too, but weirdly distantly. Peter can't remember how, or his name, not at first.

But suddenly, his body remembers how to scream, so Peter does. It's abrupt, loud, a little shocking in its suddenness. Even he seems startled by it. )

[When Sensei Lawrence asked for Paul's help with his feud, what could he have said but yes? It's a matter of honor for his sensei and the dojo, and it was something that finally had made sense in the morass of shifting social norms in this place. The gruesome message that had been left behind was darkly nostalgic, the necessary answer to it clear.

But it's one thing to know what has to be done, and another to do it. Paul told someone that himself not long ago. It echoes like a taunt as he steps in front of the bound young man, steeling himself to enact the called for retaliation.

He expects the scream. He doesn't expect it to nearly make him flinch, his eyes widening as the sound cut across the air between them like a knife sweeping out in a desperate hand.

He's met this boy twice, once as monster, once as guest. The scream reminds him of the monster, and the memory of the first time he felt that kind of helpless, uncanny fear of the other is not one he likes to recall. It was a lesson he needed to learn, but he still finds it hard to cultivate any gratitude for it.]

Don't-

[Paul's mouth twists as he shakes his head, rocking back on his shoeless heels. This is a simple task. All he has to do is do it.

(He thinks of turning a hat over in his hands, the sweet smell of relaxing smoke. A crooked, awkwardly genuine smile, and the sense of calm that had settled over him in its presence. It had been a good moment. It had felt like moving past something. He can't think about it.)

He takes a breath, quick and certain, and kicks. He doesn't pull them, but they're demonstrative, without the force required to injure beyond bruising even without the padding. He looks to Johnny when he's done it, uncertainty rising like sour spit up the back of his throat.]

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Ruby Rose May Catchall (Open and Closed Prompts)

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May Flower

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Closed To Paul, Johnny, Peter CW: Kidnapping, Violence, More to come!

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cw: panic attack associations

cw: violence against someone in restraints