Specialist

Motivations

[Continued From Here with @drunkscythmaster ]

“In the event of failing a mission, it’s more then likely I’ll die in the process. I suspect I won’t spend a lot of time considering my failure once released from mortal coil.”

Success? What was that? How did one measure success?
Completing a mission? That she did. But it was no different then fearing failing it. She hoped to succeed. Other standards.

“-How do you-” Winter trailed off, because the thought that had almost slipped free felt too personal to share.

And then came the sickening realization that this rapscallion was the closest thing she had to a friend since she’d graduated.

“Success is a long way off. If I focus on that, every day I fall short will crush me.”

Changing Atlas.
Catching her father.
Restoring the family name.
Finding out what happened to her grandfather.

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Threads

Okay so for some reason the muses have been spastic. So starting over here, I’m going to do some threat trimming, and I apologize for how often I do this. If you do not see our thread listed here, please tell me, I probably forgot to track it. If I am dropping a thread, PLEASE feel free to hit me up for new plot ideas.

If you have an idea, please feel free to hit me up!
If we haven’t threaded, and you’d like to, hit me up.
If we have threaded and you want to thread more, hit me up.
If you want to drop something, let me know.

Keeping:

Depths of Hell with @thedappermadscientist
Black and Blue with @mybellanotte
Fowl and Fair with @nevermoretheravenreturns
Lacking Certain Skills with @drunkscythmaster

Dropping:


Mission: Impossible with @drunkscythmaster
: because while the other au with Raven might run strong with the alter ego of Dove, the same cannot be said for whatever the hell I named Winter’s barkeeper persona.

Special Operations with @drunkscythmaster : This one seemed pretty wrapped up to be honest.

Whatever It Takes & Young Miss with @drunkscythmaster . I keep getting these ideas for open starters and discovering I have no idea how to proceed? My bad.

When the Storm Ends with @theloneliestsnowflake : same basic situation. The thread seems to be concluded.

Another Element with @youseewhatiwant : THIS was my over ambitious butt trying to adapt elements of a tablet game I’ve played to make a narrative.
Unfortunately I forgot that actually solving puzzles in point and click adventures is one thing. Writing them is another.

Open AU Verses:

I now have two AU Verses that people are free to interact with Winter in.

Remnant Online

Basically a rip off of the anime Sword Art Online, save that everyone is still in the avatar’s they set up. The long story short is Remnant Online was a highly anticipated VR MMO RPG (Virtual Reality Massive Multi-Player Online Role Play Game) that utilized the CCT and scroll system. It was fully immersive, utilizing a particular type of gaming rig that affected sensory input.

As a result, anyone who was logged in when the game launched, appears to be stuck inside the simulated fantasyscape, and unable to communicate with the offline world. The RWBY twist of course is someone getting too freaked out in game might just project from their physical body and attract beasties.

Oh, and as their mysterious captor (the game’s creator) has indicated if they die in the game, they die in real life, everyone is on the way to freaked out.

Having received intel of a possible threat, Winter had already been among the first wave of players, and is now attempting to be a peace keeper with the online population. Her identity is still concealed by her online persona, NavigatorNikki.

Fire & Ice

(also applies to Cinder @wantedtobestronger​)

Set post v5, the Atlesian Government discovered experimental technology similar to that which they intended to use to transfer Amber’s aura. The major difference is that it would, in theory, swap the minds of two individuals whose aura is fed into the Machine.

After the remnant’s of Cinder’s lost arm were recovered in Beacon, Winter agreed to attempt to swap bodies with Salem’s pet Maiden in order to gather intel. In theory, after 72 hours, they’ll swap back. In practicality, a lot can happen in 72 hours, and the technology was experimental.

At present, Winter is in Cinder’s body at Salem’s Castle, and Cinder is in Winter’s body at an undisclosed location in Atlas.

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Remnant Online || WORRP Open

“Huntsmen Online”-a virtual reality multiplayer online game. The servers were based in Atlas, and there was no question that it would require vast amounts of power to run. And there was also significant concern to the technology and how effective it was. It seemed to feature neural interface headsets that hooked into scrolls on the CCT.

There was an amazing amount of hype across Remnant over the release. And intel had been received of a possible threat on launch day, within the program. And as players very minds would be hooked into the program, this could have disastrous ramifications.

That was why Winter had been among the handful of specialists who volunteered to infiltrate the game, gather intel, and if necessary, handle damage control.

So when it turned out no one could log out, she realized the threat they couldn’t imagine. Trapping hundreds, thousands, or maybe tens of thousands of people across Remnant in their virtual reality rigs. More importantly, their bodies, wherever they were, would still give off anger and fear. They would be sitting targets for Grimm, unable to move, or even aware of the external threat.

And that fear and anger would be set off internally.

When the announcements concluded-a very simple statement that no one would be leaving, and that if their characters died, they died in real life-Winter swore. Panic was already beginning to break out among the range of virtual representations of the players. Public speaking was not her strength, and it was one of the reasons she had stepped away from the family company.

That said, her comfort was not the question now. The blue haired avatar (user handle NavigatorNikki) skillfully climbed up the fountain in the middle of square. She’d opted for a ranger based character, focusing more on dexterity and speed then strength. It was easier then learning a whole new style of fighting.

“Everyone, listen to me!”

Her voice boomed, and she was pleased to realize she still had the public speaking skills instilled so hard and long, even if she hadn’t liked them.

“You need to remain as calm as possible! I know this sounds bad, but being afraid and panicking will not help you. Especially as if something happens to your body outside, you are also going to die! And if you panic too hard, the Grimm will come for you -and those close to you. If you have friends logged in, connect now, buddy up. Survival comes in calm minds, and in numbers. Now is not the time to play lone wolf. The pack survives. United we stand, or divided we fall. Cooperation is key. I believe people will find a way to get us logged out, or we will find a way from inside this damn game! But to do that, we need to think clearly, we need to survive! Do not engage in battles outside the safe zones alone! By my recollection there are inns and other things in each safe zone-find one, congregate, and converse. Figure out a strategy to survive!”

That was all she could think to say right then. Strategy was what she was good at. So she leaped back down, and made to follow her own advice and approach one of the ‘inns’. She could see-as any of them could-their regional server on a users information page. That was the only tell of her identity-and she suspected that was in her favor.

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The Depths of Hell || Open

thedappermadscientist‌:

testthelimits‌:

Set In The AU: Fire & Ice ; Post V5, in which an experimental technology was used to project Winter into Cinder’s body. Among other things. Location: Salem’s Castle

Arthur sighed as he went to check on the fallen Maiden. He smirked when he saw that she was awake again. “Our mistress is definitely less than pleased with you this time,” he said, unable to keep the smug edge out of his voice. “Although she is rather pleased with your progress in… other areas.” The Grimm was slowly taking over the girl, and soon she would be fully subservient to Salem. Hopefully.  He grabbed the chart from the end of her bed and checked the various monitors. “I’ll change your bandages and do some scans in an hour or two, I still have to put the finishing touches on Tyrian’s tail. He wanted me to thank you for taking Salem’s ire from him, he’s once again in her good graces.”

Winter was clutching her shoulders-Cinder’s shoulders-when she heard the voice. She glanced up cautiously, but it confirmed her suspicion. She had heard the voice before, in younger days. Her father had worked with Watts, and by now she was sure that it was for less then positive reasons.

Of course, their intel hadn’t included Cinder’s venomous distaste for Watts.
“…how bad is the damage?” She murmured as she rubbed her forehead. Slowly but surely getting used to the monstrous arm the other woman wore. “Everything is…blurry. How did I get out of Haven?”


oraclespryte:
“ Plot: Stuck On You
Muse A and B find themselves futzing with bracelets they find. They don’t know where they came from-or that the other muse is playing with an identical one. Oddly they feel compelled to put the bracelets on their...

oraclespryte:

Plot: Stuck On You

Muse A and B find themselves futzing with bracelets they find. They don’t know where they came from-or that the other muse is playing with an identical one. Oddly they feel compelled to put the bracelets on their left wrists.

Then they discover three things, revealing the cursed nature of the items.

  1. The bracelets can’t come off
  2. Whatever one of the wearers feels, so does the other-including injuries that effect both of them as a result.
  3. They can’t be further then ten feet from each other. Magic literally stops them.

Obviously this situation is not ideal. Neither muse wants to share sensations with another person like that, nor be unable to be alone ever again. So they have to find someone who can break the enchantment-which turns out to be quite old, and quite elaborate.

Variations:

  • Muses are Bickering Lovers
  • Muses Really don’t get along
  • Muses are Sworn Enemies
  • Muses are total strangers
  • And any other combo you like!

Lacking Certain Skills || WORRP Open

drunkscythmaster:

“Or me,” Qrow knew his demons well, and had accepted them a long time ago. The little girl woke up, then, and looked confused for a moment before she started crying. Qrow scooped her up and started singing as he reached for the bottle and quickly checked to make sure it was the right temperature before leaning against the counter and changing his hold on her so he could feed her.

“I know, I know, it’s gotta be confusing, waking up in a new place with new smells and voices you don’t know,” he said, offering her the bottle. She looked at him for a moment, then latched onto it. He kept singing softly, since that seemed to help her calm down. 

“I don’t remember my family,” he admitted. “They died when my sister and I were very young.” All he could remember was his sister screaming, too young to understand what was going on, that because of her bonds she had felt their parents die. Then the bandits had come. But he didn’t say any of that. That he was an orphan wasn’t hidden. Everything else was. “We weren’t able to find anything on any other living family members either.” You had to know your real name for that, but again, he didn’t say that. 

Once she’d finished with the bottle he threw a towel over his shoulder to burp her, then she curled up against his chest the same way Ruby and Yang had when they were small. “They like body heat,” he said absently, before starting to sing quietly again.

“…How horrible is it I’m jealous of you two, having no memory of your families?” Winter murmured quietly. “I know I shouldn’t. It sounds completely awful, given where I started in life. A huge advantage in so many ways, I know.”

Winter leaned against the wall as she observed him with the baby. She supposed she’d heard from assorted sources that he was close to his nieces. None of this was that much of a surprise, in truth.

Still, knowing something and seeing it were two very different things.

“I’m a little worried about her,” She added quietly, “The Atlesian adoption system…it’s flawed. Just like. Virtually everything else past generations set up.. It’s all on a broken foundation.”

Winter trailed off and turned away.
“It goes without saying if any of what I’ve said tonight gets out, I’ll know who it was. The Little Miss is too young to form words yet.”


Black & Blue || MyBellaNotte

mybellanotte:

At least Winter is aware of the corruption in her kingdom. That helped Blake relax a little more. Weiss always did advocate for her sister, and now the faunus was beginning to see why. She closed her eyes, until Winter spoke again.

Blake’s eyes snapped open, going wide. Six hours?! Her team would be frantic. She grit her teeth against the pain in her ribs and yanked her scroll out her pocket, not even bothering to read the hundreds of worried messages and voicemails her team left her. Her scroll was almost dead and she sent a single message to team RWBY’s group chat: 

>> Alive. Safe. contact Winter Schnee’s office. 

Her scroll slipped from her fingertips just after she hit send, but she didn’t bother to pick it back up. 

“I’m sorry about that. About punching you. I didn’t mean to.” Her ears fold back. Well, at the time she did. She reacted instinctively to protect herself, not caring who was it that approached. “…Tea would be nice.”

“Blake, I don’t hold it against you. You’d just been attacked by a band of ruffians for elements outside your control regarding your birth. It’s not a sensation I’m unfamiliar with.” Winter shook her head and crossed to her kitchen.

The apartment was spartan, save for model aircraft, ships, and maps here and there. Decently furnished, but an air of barely lived in.

She filled a kettle with water to set on the stove and took another breath.
“In your position, I probably would have done the same. If not, worse. You and the rest of your team have been through more then most at your age. Seen more destruction and death. The fact that you’re all still functioning, still fighting-it says a lot about all of you, and your strength. It makes me even happier that Weiss went to Beacon, or she’d have never met any of you.”


drunkscythmaster asked: "“You always excelled, but not because you craved success, but because you feared failure.”"

@drunkscythmaster

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“-I complete my missions. Why should my motivations matter?”

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nevermoretheravenreturns asked: "*walks out of a portal like a badass*"

@nevermoretheravenreturns

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“Why is it you and your brother feel this compulsive need for dramatic entrances?”

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