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Post by Deleted on Sept 9, 2023 1:01:57 GMT -5
| Bold escape raven Word Count: 281/281/281 Champion Level I |
"Screw your coffee! Screw YOU," the red-head shouted, throwing an iced drink at the woman that had been previously shouting at her for not making it correctly. "And screw this job! I quit!"
Raven pulled the apron off of her head, balled it up, and tossed it with such force towards the teenaged manager that he momentarily was thrown back against the wall, a grunt sounding from his lips as russet liquid spilled over his head, coating his clothing.
Storming out of the coffee bar, nostrils flaring, she unbuttoned the top of her blouse, snarling to herself. Her better half, Ember, had gotten a job here in hopes of being able to stop taking contract kills and impress her little Saiyan plaything, but after the wench had shouted at Ember for nearly ten minutes for putting a little too much sugar in her drink, she had retreated into herself, and Raven had come out to handle the situation.
Her heels echoed a staccato rhythm against the concrete as she left the shop in her rearview, and ahead, a logo on the front of a large, shimmering building caught her attention, momentarily pulling her out of her wrath.
A bank...Well, why the hell not? It's not like I'm not strong enough. She'll wake up with enough Zeni to buy a freaking house for her and Nappa.
With renewed vigor, and a goal in mind, Raven strode towards the bank, slamming open the doors, and charging an obsidian blast of Ki to pool at the tip of her finger, and launching it into the ceiling of the pristine building, before shouting.
"Give me the Zeni, and I'll think about not killing you all!"
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Post by Launch on Sept 9, 2023 2:26:56 GMT -5
Human Bonus | a quick withdrawal launch Word Count: 469/469 |
“Yeah, I was thinking about making a quick dinner for my friends,” Launch replied, giggling. She lifted her hands up to cover her mouth as she laughed, making her perfect cerulean curls bounce lightly against her shoulders. The person she was speaking to, a fairly flamboyant young bank teller, half rolled his eyes while smiling warmly at her.
“I wish I was built like you, girly; the last thing I tried cooking, I think I’m like, legally required to describe as a poison!” He suddenly turned away, trying to hide his obnoxious laughs at his own joke. Launch chuckled further, struggling to reach into her purse to grab her debit card.
“Honestly, I probably only need like 40 Zeni; I have most of what I need already at the house.” She managed to find her wallet, pulling it triumphantly from her bag and unclasping the wallet to slide her card out. As she did so, however, a massive explosion caught her attention, making the human spin around in confusion.
She didn’t fully understand what had happened, though it appeared that some kind of bomb had gone off in the ceiling behind her; pieces of rock, wood, paint, and various other particles all floated down to the ground around them - and at the center of all the commotion stood a pale, curvy woman with fiery hair, apparently sticking up the bank.
“...not killing you...!”
“Oh, my!” Launch whimpered a bit, trying to melt into the shadows and not be seen by the robber, when a couple of the particles from the ceiling got under her nose, tickling it fiercely. “Ah... ah.... Ah... ah choo!” A fairly aggressive sneeze from the young woman, causing her to jump into the air slightly. The sneeze seemed to do more than draw unwanted attention, however.
When her feet touched the ground, she had changed. Her hair, before a glossy blue that perfectly matched her eyes, had transformed into a standard blonde, with glowing green irises instead. She huffed impatiently, giving the robber a once over that showed little actual interest in what she was looking at. A moment later, she scrounged through her purse, before revealing a gun that seemed comically large for fitting inside such a relatively small bag.
She raised the machine gun and pointed it directly at the newcomer. In a much deeper, cockier, and far more dominant tone of voice, Launch shouted at the thief, “Whatever you’re stealin’, hon, keep in mind I’mma take all of that - and I’mma probably jack you for whatever you came in here with, too; momma needs herself some new clothes, you feel me?” To show she meant business, Launch let off a couple spare shots at the ground between the two ladies.
“I ain’t got all day, now!”
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Post by Deleted on Sept 11, 2023 17:51:08 GMT -5
| WE'LL NEVER BE ROYALS raven Word Count: 388/669/1,138 |
Most of the people in the area cowered, gasped, yelped, made various noises that caused Raven to roll her eyes dramatically. The ceiling crumbled slightly with the force of her Ki blast, and nearby, a girl sneezed - not a reaction she was expecting.
The following sight surprised her even more - her hair seemed to shimmer and change from the deep blue that it had been a moment before into a golden blonde - along with her eyes, that had changed from that same blue to a piercing green that reminded her of the forests that her better half would usually trek.
Crimson eyebrows raised as the woman reached into her purse, and pulled out a human weapon - turning it on Raven and shouting animatedly at her.
"Whatever you're stealin, hon, keep in mind I'mma take all of that - and I'mma probably jack you for whatever you came in here with, too; momma needs herself some new clothes, you feel me?"
A quick succession of bullets flew into the ground between them, and Raven looked up as the woman spoke again, jabbing the gun forward in what must have seemed like a threatening manner, but only made the half-Fae's grin spread.
"I ain't got all day, now!"
Raven stepped to the side, casually avoiding the spot where the human's weapon had impacted the tile, and rushed forward, until the firearm was pressed into her chest.
"How about I offer an alternative?" She said, lacing her voice with a sickly sweet tone. "How about we take all of this money, go rob the next bank we find, and then go rob the stores, too? Maybe we can use the money we find here to get our nails done."
She stepped back, extending a hand to flash her nails, and letting a pout cross her visage.
"I haven't had a proper manicure in months. I quite like the color of blood, though. It suits me."
She looked at the woman once again, raising her eyebrows, and then directed her attention towards the teller.
"Why don't you go ahead and start loadin' up some bags for us - be a gentleman, why don'tcha?"
She quite hoped that the enigmatic woman would take her up on her offer - she quite liked the idea of a partner in crime.
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Post by Launch on Sept 15, 2023 15:36:06 GMT -5
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Despite the speed with which the woman rushed forward and pressed herself into the firearm, Launch wasn’t concerned. She had met her fair share of people who felt invincible around bullets - and honestly, a couple of them were. She stared back into the red-haired woman’s eyes, listening carefully to her proposition and thinking it over. At the mention of a manicure, Launch couldn’t help herself from glancing down at her fingers.
Her nails had been done much more recently - only two weeks ago, in fact - but they’d been done by the Other Launch. Even with the quick glance she afforded herself, she got annoyed at the white nails, painted in the design of smiling panda bears. It made her feel positively childish to be holding her piece with that being her nail design.
She didn’t need it to be a cliche black or red, but the overly effeminate, sappy look her cuticles currently had was almost offensively in the other direction. She glanced back up when the red-haired woman began to address the teller, instructing him to fill up bags with money. “I don’t think he even has any bags,” Launch pointed out. True to form, the teller nervously nodded at that point. After all, why would banks have burlap sacks to make it easier for someone to rob them?
“No worries, though,” she said in her confidently gruff voice. It seemed that she had somehow just morphed into accepting the plan of them working together without even thinking about it. Was Launch making... a friend? She decided not to think about it - they hadn’t even gotten any money yet, and if she started to get sentimental, they’d still be giggling and swapping stories when the police got there.
“I always keep a couple on me in case I need to go shopping,” she said, pulling a capsule out of her pocket and pressing the button. Tossing it into the air, a puff of smoke was the result, before four massive potato sacks began flapping to the ground. Lowering her gun into the line of her waist, she turned to catch the bags and passed them all to the teller. “They charge for bags here, did you know that?”
It was part of East City’s attempt to be more globally friendly and ‘sustainable,’ but Launch didn’t care about that; she followed the recommendations because she had no intentions on spending extra money just for shopping. If it was up to her, she wouldn’t spend ANY money shopping, but because of her condition, she knew that at any point, Other Launch might take charge of the grocery shopping, and keeping those bags on her meant even more money wouldn’t be wasted.
“You know a good spot to get manicures around here?” she asked nonchalantly as the teller filled the first bag with cash. “I uh, can’t fly, so it’s gotta be close by unless you got a ride out front.”
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Post by Deleted on Sept 16, 2023 2:00:28 GMT -5
| throw it in the bag Raven Word Count: 260/929/1,901 |
Raven watched with a calculating gaze as the woman considered her words. She seemed to be looking at her own nails, which looked... fairly girly, compared to the blonde's rough disposition. It must have been due to the human's own counterpart - something that Raven could relate to very well. Usually, she would end up waking up to soft pink nails, with small flowers and leaves decorating them, and would bite them off in a fit, which left the beds of her nails stinging - but not broken.
"I don't think he even has any bags."
Those were the first words from her mouth, and Raven's lips quirked into a smile as the blonde tossed a small pill into the air, which erupted into four burlap bags. The teller immediately began filling them - obviously terrified of whatever was happening, and the blonde turned to the red-head, her brash tone turned nonchalant.
"Well, I can fly; but I don't think you'd take kindly to riding on my back. There's a nice little spot around the corner. Stupid name - Posh Nail Spa, but it's renowned for being the best."
Raven rolled her eyes, and then flicked her gaze over the woman's hair and eyes, before proffering her name.
"Raven. You got a little friend in there that likes to be a goody-two-shoes too, or am I missing something?"
She shoved her right hand into her pocket, making sure to keep the other hand pointed toward the teller so that he wouldn't get any funny ideas.
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Post by Launch on Sept 16, 2023 2:46:38 GMT -5
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“Posh Nail, huh? A’ight.” Launch had never heard the name, but that wasn’t surprising. She didn’t tend to care about the name of the place where she walked in to get her nails done. A lot of people complained about the variance in skill level between nail techs, but Launch hadn’t noticed. In her experience, if one waves a gun around, everybody suddenly becomes world-class at making them look exactly how she wanted it to.
The woman then introduced herself as ‘Raven,’ before asking a peculiar question.
“Goody two shoes? Iono nothing about the Other Launch,” the blonde admitted, accepting the first two bags from the teller graciously as she spoke. “All I know about her for sure is we got different fashion sense, and we both got a lotta likable characteristics.”
Launch paused, laying the two bags between her feet. The bank was so silent while the two ladies talked, it was starting to get a little strange. Normally there was a lot more screaming and crying; The human figured it must have been something about the fact that she hadn’t shot her gun yet. “Oh, and she pops out when I sneeze, which is kinda often. Doctor says I gotta ‘medically sensitive nasal passage,” she said, sarcastically doing air quotes.
“Hey, but what do you mean ‘too,’ though? You got some Other Raven in there? And you know what she’s all about and stuff?”
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Post by Deleted on Sept 20, 2023 2:38:26 GMT -5
| B*Tch better have my money Raven Word Count: 234/1,163/2,379 |
Raven listened intently, but her eyes were focused on the human filling the bag, hands shaking and sweating all the while. If he made any moves other than stuffing the paper into the burlap sack, she would know - and would probably end his miserable existence there, 'friends' be damned.
Evidently, this woman was named 'Launch'. It was strange to Raven that they didn't have names separating their distinct personalities from one another, but for the longest time, Raven had gone by her better half's name, too exhausted to correct anyone. Only recently, on Frieza, while conquering a planet for the PTO had she decided to change that fact.
It wasn't as if she never had a name. She simply didn't care enough to correct anyone on it.
Turning her gaze back to the blonde, she leaned over the counter, and snatched the now full bag from the teller's shaky, outstretched hands, and responded to the blonde.
"Yeah. Her name isn't 'Other Raven', though. She's Ember, and she likes to do things the 'morally correct' way."
She gave the same gesture, but with one hand, considering her left was holding onto the first burlap sack.
"She decided to start a job working at a coffee shop, got her feelings hurt, and I quit for her. I know her pretty well - kinda see her as a sister. A little whiny, annoying sister."
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Post by Launch on Oct 17, 2023 7:18:11 GMT -5
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“Alright, whatever,” Launch replied breezily. She wasn’t a therapist, and didn’t really care what was going on in Raven’s head; she just liked the money, and liked having someone to spend it with. “Actually--” she began, holding up a finger to her lips; a thought had crossed her mind. “Actually, I’m kinda feeling like a coffee right now, anyway. What do you say we ‘relieve’ that establishment of a couple extra cups, in honor of ya sis, Ember?”
She gathered up as many of the bags as she could, recognizing that the teller had finished emptying all the drawers, and said, “How about you show me the way, and we can grab a drink as we head towards that nail place?” Launch started stumbling towards the front door, the heft from the bags of money surprising even her for a moment. “I bet them new winter drinks are on the market, and I could use one of those chocolate peppermint coffee type drinks; it’d put a nice pep in my step!”
She smiled, her blonde curls bouncing as she continued moving, assuming Raven was at least in the process of catching up to her. “Yeah, we stick together, and I bet we could run some little shanty town in no time... just come back up to the city when we need to feel the finer things or get a new stash of cash.” Her mind was racing; she’d been doing incredible just as herself by herself only half the time; having another person who acted like her at least half the time? She figured they might be able to quadruple the money!
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Post by Deleted on Dec 12, 2023 14:33:01 GMT -5
| dinero Raven Word Count: 210/1,373/2,870 |
A small smirk tugged at the corners of Raven's mouth at Launch's suggestion. While the shop that Ember had worked at had terrible management, they did know how to brew a mean cup of coffee. Chocolate and peppermint were, in Raven's opinion, the worst combination possible, but she didn't bother criticizing the blonde's preferences in a drink. Instead, she continued walking alongside her, looking at her nails with a bit of annoyance. "Yeah... yeah, I think we should definitely grab something to drink before we go to the salon. I think I might get my brows waxed, too."
She put a finger between her crimson brows and began rubbing, wrinkling her nose when she met a slight bit of resistance. Raven hadn't gotten the chance to take Ember's body out for a proper maintenance day in quite a while, and it was beginning to show.
"Hmm..." She said, putting her finger on her lip while continuing to walk beside Launch. "I love it. I could use some extra money. Need me a new house soon."
After a few minutes of walking, the pair finally arrived back at the coffee shop. Raven looked towards the blonde and grinned, before pushing open the door and gesturing with her hand.
"You first, doll."
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Post by Launch on Dec 13, 2023 1:42:06 GMT -5
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“You first, doll.”
Launch grinned, her golden locks bouncing as she sauntered into the shop. The room immediately smelled of caramel macchiato - not a drink Launch preferred, but a scent that she found positively heavenly. She took a big whiff, her nose making slightly more noise than was necessary, and sashayed the rest of the way to the front of the line. Surprisingly, there weren’t any customers waiting to order at the time they got there.
The cashier blinked, glanced at her hand, and grinned as she approached. Launch rolled her eyes; the kid couldn’t have been older than 20, but yet he thought he had a chance with her? It was almost cute, in a way. As long as he didn’t say anything funny, she could let him look. “Good afternoon, ma’am,” he politely intoned, nodding his head at her. “May I inter--”
“Ma’am?!” Launch’s face burned at the indication she was old enough to be called ‘ma’am.’ “What, you think I’m ancient or something?” She was so thrown off by the passing insult the young man had offered her that she had already forgotten the drink she had been planning on ordering. She honestly didn’t even know fully how to react, and instead turned back to Raven for assistance. “Am I a ma’am now?!”
The cashier wasn’t a moron and could tell he’d messed up, but clearly didn’t have the words to fix his mistake, and merely tapped his fingers awkwardly against the register and tried to have an apologetic look on his face.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 16, 2023 23:02:46 GMT -5
| coffee break Raven Word Count: 262/1,635/3,406 |
Raven grinned as Launch bounced into the shop, and followed her. Briefly, she envied the other woman’s hair - it looked as if the blonde never missed a wash day, and she made a note to herself to tell the hairdresser to give her curls, as well. Raven definitely wanted her hair to move like that when she walked - it wasn’t a want, but a need.
The smell of the coffee shop hit her full force, and part of her wanted to roll her eyes in annoyance, but the part of her that needed a nice drink won over, and she took a deep inhale through her nose. The smell of caramel and coffee slammed into her, and she moved to stand beside Launch. The barista was looking at her, and in a moment, things escalated. He evidently made the mistake of calling the blonde ‘ma’am’, which didn’t sit right with her at all. Launch turned to her to confirm the outrageous title given, and Raven couldn’t help but smirk at the boy. Human males really and truly didn’t understand females.
“Nah, you’re not a ma’am now. You’re still plenty young! I think,” she grinned, leaning forward so that her bosom pressed against the glass separating the customers from the baristas, “That you should apologize. Maybe even give us a lifetime supply of your best coffee, kid. Unless,” she turned back to Launch. “You want something else, doll?”
Raven knew she was egging on her new friend, but couldn’t help stoking the flames. She loved the chaos that she was inflicting.
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Post by Launch on Dec 22, 2023 18:22:33 GMT -5
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The kid’s eyes - as boy’s eyes always seemed to do - slid down as Raven approached the counter, scanning her flesh hungrily as it pressed against the glass. His cheeks grew hot, and he straightened up after a moment, putting on a nonchalant smile. Clearly, he thought he’d been subtle. Somehow, the kid thought nobody had seen him practically drooling over himself at that moment.
Sometimes, it paid to look like she did - because while bullying people to get her way was fun, sometimes she was tired - the disgust that she felt also made it almost not worth it. Whatever. She just wanted a drink. The kid didn’t deserve to get shot over not having proper manners. Eventually, he pulled his jaw off the floor and managed to rediscover the power of speech.
“I’m sorry, ma’am. I mean-- I’m sorry miss! Proud, independent single woman! Are you single?” This was getting embarrassing. Launch decided to pretend he hadn’t spoken past ‘sorry’.
“Lemme get the, uh... chocolate... peppermint... drink thingie - medium. I want it hot.”
She waved her hand as she was speaking. It wasn’t that she didn’t know the name of the drink - it was advertised on a little card placard on top of the counter. She just didn’t want to say the phrase ‘Chocolate Drop Peppermint Swirl Extravaganza!’ It sounded like a mouthful. “And whatever my friend here wants... if you can manage to focus on her face long enough to get her order down.”
Launch wasn’t positive, and she definitely wasn’t going to ask, but she was fairly sure she heard the cashier nervously fart after being abruptly called out for his voyeurism.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 23, 2023 23:59:51 GMT -5
| lessons learned Raven Word Count: 376/2,011 Champion Level I |
Raven raised an eyebrow as the cashier stared at her - Ember had been denying his advances for a long time, giving excuses that ranged from, 'I'm in a relationship', to 'You're just not my type', to 'I consider you more as a little brother', but he had always toed the line. Raven had thought about popping out and scaring the child with a wild display of her magic, but each time she had suggested it to Ember, her better half had simply responded that he was a child and knew no better.
Raven didn't like that answer. She knew that no matter the species if males were allowed to cross lines, they would if they knew they could get away with it. So, now, when Ember wasn't here, it seemed like the perfect time to scare the boy.
"She wants the peppermint thing, I'll take a quad espresso. No milk. No sugar. Just coffee."
The boy looked at her as if she were insane - Raven had no intent on drinking it, but remembered that most of the time, workers would dub people who ordered pure caffeine as 'mentally unstable', and claim that they 'scared them'. She wanted to send a message, and judging by the fear in the boy's eyes, that was exactly what she did.
"A-Are y-you s-sure y-you wo-wouldn't m-mind--"
"Did I stutter?!" She snapped, before looking at Launch, her eyes wide. "Hey doll, did I stutter? I want some damn energy, do you think I'm gonna get it or am I gonna have to pummel this kid?"
She knew that she was putting the kid through his paces - he seemed absolutely terrified to hear Launch's response, so he ran off towards the coffee machine and began to work with a speed that nearly drew a laugh from Raven. She was slightly worried that Launch might have to deal with the taste of sweat in her drink from how much the worker was sweating. She raised a crimson eyebrow and leaned on the counter, eyes directed at Launch, full of triumph and mirth.
"There's nothing I like more than making them squirm," she snorted, scratching the back of her neck.
"By the way, I don't actually want the drink. Too much caffeine for me."
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