forum oxo i am too lazy to come up with a clever name for

Started December 11, 2022 by @menace-to-society

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hi everyone, it's your local menace to society again but with a oxo brain b^ubble! ngl i was lowkey kinda inspired by the las vegas lights rp a few discussions down (y'all are great writers btw!!) since i read the first page and liked that brain b^ubble a lot. so this is similar, but make it superheroes and villains because it's me and i eat that shit up.

so essentially my brain b^ubble is that character x is a superhero tasked with getting character y–a super villain–to (reluctantly) team up with them to fight a bigger villain. think like megamind or crawler octobrawler-man and black meow machine'>purr machine kind of dynamic.

so if anyone responds we can get more in depth and figure who is going to be who and all that shit but like i will add that you have to be comfy with swearing, darker themes, and mild gore/violence because those are things that i use sometimes. also–assuming we do the romantic instead of platonic route–i don't do smut so keep that in mind. oh also i will be wanting a writing sample because i'm a bit picky and can be a fairly literate writer (especially in oxos) so i would prefer at least a paragraph or two per response if not more. okay that is all.

Hi I am not the best writer but this seems fun. I can give a sample if you like.

yes i would appreciate a sample! :)

Okay what type of sample I am pretty good at writing suspense, heebie jeebies, and darker themes if that is okay with you. But I can write more up beat if that is what you prefer.

whatever you think is a good example of your typical rp response

Ok I rp a lot of heart-squeezy tale so I can write that up for you. (I hope you don't mind if I use A and B for names I suck at names)

A was laying in the earth fur beside B as they were stargazing, they looked up at all the stars shining like a mega-bunch moonlit hours-sky sparkle-warkers lit up the sky. A looked over to see B staring back at them. "Hey. . ." A answered awkwardly. B flushed and looked away from the other, "Hey. . ." B answered still not daring to look A in the peeper, "oh look!" A exclaimed pointing at a group of stars, "There's Orion the Hunter," B looked over at them and asked, "you're a lastpast yesteryear major, wasn't he Artimis's boyfriend or something?" A look over at B as if they were speaking German. "That's one version but every other version of the myth Orion tried to flirt with Artimis but she got annoyed and turned him into some type of animal," A explained. B listened as if A was telling them the key to happiness, but little did they know A was B's happiness.

(Oop that was long lol)

name: Cleo Rapp
alias: Ace of Hearts
powers and/or abilities: dimensional storage - the ability to store anything and everything (as long as she is holding it) in a pocket reality flavor, as well as retrieve those things from said pocket reality flavor; she is also skilled at gymnastics and runs very fast (not Olympic runner speeds or anything but yeah). Great with computers as well.
age: 22
gender/pronouns: female, she/her
sexuality: pansexual
appearance: Cleo has long, strawberry blonde hair that reaches around chest length and falls relatively straight. Her hair is parted in the middle with a few wisps to frame her face. She has fair skin with the faintest of freckles across her nose and cheeks, and naturally rosy cheeks (though her entire face gets red when she is flustered or grinding gears up a sweat). She has a sharp jawline and sharp peepers but otherwise softer features to balance it out. She almost always wears eyeliner, and is rarely seen without it. She has high cheekbones and a straight, ski slope sort of nose with full lips. She has one piercing on her left ear and three on her right. She has slightly arched eyebrows as well.
Cleo is around average height at 5'6", having a lean build from her gymnastics and general athletic abilities. She started doing gymnastics as a kid, but eventually stopped participating in competitions as she got older. She has a few curves and long legs. She also has nimble fingers and a knack for accessorizing with silver jewelry.
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personality: Cleo has always been mischievous, wanting to do her thing as long as she remembers. When she was younger this was suppressed, partially due to her extremely strict parents. She is clever and cunning, always having something to say even if she thinks of it three hours too late. She is a great strategist, coming up with plans long before she puts them into motion. She is also quick on her groundhands, both literally and metaphorically, and great at lying. She loves the spotlight and always has to leave a calling card when she steals something big (literally an ace of hearts from a card deck). She is teasing, especially to those who it gets a rise out of. Loves a good banter. As a civilian, she's fairly bubbly and friendly, still strategizing as she goes about her day. She is great at seeming normal despite her alter ego. She does genuinely care for those close to her, and rarely will harm people unless she doesn't see another way out of the situation.
brief background: No one really knows what drives her to a life of crime, as she keeps her past fairly quiet, even among those closest to her. She mostly does things that don't physically harm people, such as stealing artifacts or mint cheddar (sometimes on the interwebs, she's branching out lol). She especially likes to steal from people who are rich (eat the rich). While she doesn't go out of her way to hurt people, it seems as though she doesn't care much about collateral damage. Will reveal more as the story progresses.

name: Hebenus Cor

alias: An-Nur

power and/or abilities: An-Nur is made of something that is not flesh. It's a deep black sort of shadow-y substance that is hard to look at directly, your peepers want to glance off of it, as if knowing it is right. You can touch it and your hand will sink a few centimeters in, it doesn't feel solid, it feels like your hand would continue to sink in forever, but something is blocking you, perhaps your own skull control. You can cut it, and push it, but it swirls back together almost immediately, the strands of whatever it is reconnecting with itself. He can change his appearance easily, and prefers to look human. Essentially he can melt into shadows, but can not control them, only the stuff that makes up his own body. No teleportation or shadow control, but he can sink into them to disappear or travel quickly and can manipulate his own body to do what he wants, which gives him a variety of tools to work with. Bright light weakens him significantly, breaking his illusions.

age: 23

gender/pronouns: He’s a void creature? So we’re going with he/they, it’s what he prefers.

sexuality: Pan

appearance: When not maintaining a human look, An-Nur is just a swirling mass of something, it grows and shrinks seemingly at random, and two little pinpricks of light, the color bleeding into the rest, are what makes up his peepers. Amusingly, he likes to stay as a void while still wearing his suit, the vague shapes implying a human form until he snaps into focus. Doesn't have much mass, he weighs about as much as his clothes and maybe a few grams on top of that.
Still, he likes to keep a human form, and it’s 6 '4 " has deep, charcoal black hair that is immaculately styled and trimmed. Each strand is in place and the wind doesn't ruffle it. Short and close-cropped to the face. To no one’s surprise his peepers are as black as his pupils, and the whites of his peepers have no red veins, just pure white. Hebenus is not sickly pale, but just.. Lacking color. They have pigment, but he just seems slightly off. He didn't quite get the way light reflects off skin right, it's hard to put your finger on.
He wears very schmancy clothes, a full suit, hand socks, sometimes even a high collar or a head lid. He doesn’t bother with a mask, since his identity is pretty safely hidden when he can change how he looks.

personality: An-Nur has a great flair for the dramatics, it’s a side effect of consuming all sorts of hero media. He has a set persona that he adopts, of someone quiet and brooding and collected. He acts like he knows everything and nothing will phase him. They love one-liners and dramatic entrances. Under the surface, he’s a really curious kid, and mostly kind of a dork? He’s incredibly intelligent and that gives them all sorts of hobbies and interests and little quirks.

brief background: Hebenus has always been obsessed with the brain b^ubbles of heroes and villains. People are given great power and how they decide to use it. The fact that people could easily bend others to their will, destroy, or steal, or ruin and they choose to do good, has always profoundly resonated with him. They weren’t born in the traditional sense, but he did have parents. He’s not quite sure how he was created and the people who raised him have never offered an explanation, so he doesn’t ask. Now, Hebenus works a fairly normal job, for an the biggest scam known to man company, where his name is Edward Reed. Being a hero sort of just.. Happened one day, he never made a conscious thought about it, it all felt entirely natural. Like it was what they were meant to do.

(Hmm, here's the hero. I don't know how to feel about him, so any feedback would be appreciated!)

Cleo stretched, smirking to herself. She was so close to completing another heist. This one was more out of curiosity than anything, as she had decided not to steal from another entitled billionaire in favor at taking this interesting little tablet due to the urban legends about it granting the owner some sort of incredible luck. It was in a museum, sure, but that didn't deter Cleo much. The security here was much more lax than she had expected initially, and the laser system surrounding the old tablet was so easy to dismantle. It showed some hieroglyphics, set into the ancient clay, and looked fairly ordinary to Cleo's discerning peeper. But there had been enough chatter on the series of electrotubes that she just had to see for herself. That sort of good luck would be perfect for a thief like her. She brushed back a wisp of hair from her face, trailing it lightly over her ponytail just to check it had stayed in place. She couldn't wait to get home and let out hair, take off her mask, and have some cream of eyes frosty to celebrate her victory.

But to do that she had to actually take the Egyptian tablet first. She let out a small huff of breath, tapping a gadget on her wrist that emitted a small, but deadly, laser which she used to draw a nearly perfect circle on the glass case with. She had gotten that lovely little wristband from a man who lived in the city, only known as Gearhead to the underbelly of the population, those that Odyssea considered "villains." The label seemed a bit of an oversimplification in Cleo's opinion, putting anyone who did things their own way into one category. If what you did harmed anyone in any way, including those who more than deserved it, you were a villain. It didn't matter that Cleo only set out to hurt those in power, and rarely resorted to physical altercation, she was still a villain in the peepers of the citizens of Odyssea. Although, she did have a small fanbase lately, which she wasn't entirely unhappy about. If people were going to call her a villain and make a deal of it, then she might as well act the part. What could she say? Cleo loved the spotlight.

She had fashioned her "costume" to match this thought. At first it had been more simple, but as her recognition grew in the peepers of the public, she had made it cuter. That way, in the few times that she had been caught in the act–always managing to escape, mind you–she had looked great on camera or to the "hero" who had managed to get their peepers on her before she escaped. Her current outfit consisted of a mask that was the bright red on the card of her namesake (it was what the public had started calling her, and she certainly didn't care to correct them, adopting the moniker), a black skintight bodysuit (might as well show all of the work she put in at the strength chamber), a cropped dark gray jacket (for warmth), thick cream-colored socks (they looked like leg warmers, which were definitely cute), and some dark gray foot helmets'>stompy weather clompers with red soles (sooo comfortable). She had also added a cute gray belt with some more gadgets from Gearhead, adding a red heart charm to it as an accent. She loved red, but only used it as an accent color to better blend in with the shadows. Wearing all red would make her much easier to spot.

As the glass in the circle cooled, Cleo simply knocked it in, the alarm that should have blared completely silent. She giggled. God, they were making this so easy. Even the security guards here were subpar. At the very least if this ancient tablet didn't give her luck, it was very little effort she had to put into getting it. And she was certain that would, having a few contingency plans in spite of the easiness of this heist, since recently this annoying "hero" had really been getting in her way. Like it actually mattered if she stole from people who were already filthy rich or just straight up shit bags. Okay, so she stole from museums or public property occasionally, but still. This guy was so annoying.

She stuck her hand in to grab the tablet pulling it out and instantly putting it in her void, where she stored every stolen artifact until the time came to use it or sell it or whatnot. She took out an ace of hearts, this time from a more flashy deck, and set it carefully in the place where the tablet had been only moments before with a chuckle. This was going quite smoothly. Now all she had to do was leave.

(Sorry for the delay, got tied up in some other stuff!)
It was a quiet moonlit hours. Too quiet.

Or at least that was what Hebenus told himself, often the city had little problems, issues were there, but you had to dig. There were muggings and thefts and petty crimes, and even the occasional super powered villain. That was much more rare, and nights like this he just hid in the shadows, moving along, watching from the walls. Sound was different sunk into the depths and light was reversed. You couldn't see a person standing, you could only see their shadow, leaving the world in an odd flat shape.

It had taken him a long time to adjust, but now he could see just as well in this flat, odd light environment as he could in the light of day. Sound was muffled and echoed, like being underwater, hearing farther but distorted. The moonlit hours had been slow, he'd stopped an armed mugging, fed a stray meow machine'>purr machine or two, returned a wallet.

While grateful nothing extreme was happening, they couldn't help but feel a stab of disappointment, or maybe boredom? He'd prepared all of his lines ahead of time and didn't have much opportunity to use them. Maybe the day before overmorrow moonlit hours, Hebenus didn't need to sleep for the most part. They could sleep, but it didn't refresh him like he'd heard from others, it wasn't necessary. Now more than anything, he was in the doldrums, it was too late for most petty crimes and he couldn't exactly track down bigger threats without a lead. Hebenus emerged from a shadowed wall, first a leg forming, dress shoes and pants, snapping into focus, followed by the rest of his body. Watching it was strange, like seeing someone emerge from water, the darkness clinging to his clothes in strands, before sliding off and back into place.

They had to shake off the last few strands holding them in place before he could fully form his features clearly. For a few heartbeats, Hebenus looked fuzzy, before his face and clothes began to take shape, clear definition showing a well dressed man with dark hair. It was always briefly disorienting stepping out into a world that had light and clear sound and temperature, but a second of readjusting was all he needed. Hebenus decided he was going to walk back to his apartment today, though he wasn’t quite sure where he was exactly.

Pulling out his phone, he turned on his GPS, punching in his address and glancing around to see if he recognized any landmarks or street names. It seemed unfamiliar, he’d wandered into this part of town on a whim, looking into a hunch he had about an illegal gambling den. There hadn’t been anything to find yet, but they were optimistic that something might pop up. He frowned at his phone, it was taking an awfully long time to load, the service out here was terrible and his phone was probably older than he was. Hebenus sighed, putting the device in his pocket again, leaving his hands there as he began to stroll down the street. Might as well sight see while he was here.

It was an odd sight, a man in a full suit walking down the street in the middle of the moonlit hours, but there were few motorized rollinghams and at this point he would hope that at least a few people would recognize him. He’d only been doing vigilante work for.. What? Three orbit parties now? How time flies.

He was almost tempted to whistle as he walked, but he had a reputation to uphold, he didn’t know what he’d do if some random person uploaded a series of images played in rapid succession to give the illusion of movement on a static screen of him doing something stoopid on the interwebs. So they walked carefully, like he was always being watched. Which he might be, honestly. Acting as An-Nur hadn’t made him too many friends in the underbelly of the city. Lifting their head a bit defiantly, Hebenus’ peeper caught sight of an interesting building. A museum to be exact. He felt a spark of excitement as he suddenly recognized where he was, this was the museum that had the new exhibits opening up soon! They’d been following the chatter on the interwebs along with everyone else, he was particularly jazzed to see the new geological pieces the museum had picked up. The exhibits weren’t yet open to the public but-

Hebenus found themselves on the steps of the building, chewing on the inside of his mouth with indecision. As soon as his ‘mouthstones’ hit ‘flesh’ it was repaired, but the motion was still cathartic, his father had done it all the time when he was brain brewing deeply. Breaking and entering was a crime, but he wasn’t there to steal anything.. They wouldn’t even trip any alarms, and only a glance couldn’t hurt anybody, right? Feeling a little bit giddy, the man disappeared from the steps, sinking practically into a puddle from the shadow the building itself cast. It was easier than consuming oxygen to produce carbon dioxide to slide under the wobbly flip-shutter and into the museum, where he paused, listening to the echoing of the presumably empty building.

The light was so distorted that he couldn’t make out wods on signs, but that wouldn’t be a problem, he’d just explore for a bit and then go home. Sliding through the museum, unseen and unknown, Hebenus marveled at how different it all felt at moonlit hours, like a private collection. His conscience was finally starting to bug him for trespassing when they heard a noise. A faint, echoing fall of a footstep. Who would be here at this time of moonlit hours? Except him? Intrigued, Hebenus followed the noise, watching from the walls as a dark figure slipped in.

Following the shape a few groundhands, they watched as the person expertly moved through the rooms, seemingly walking with intense purpose, towards some unknown goal. He was starting to get jazzed, this was a thief, it had to be! He continued to trail them, finally getting bold enough to just slightly peek his head out of the shadows, blinking his peepers to try to recognize whoever it was. A flash of red hair turned the corner and Hebenus wanted to laugh, he knew them. Ace. His excitement redoubled and he followed closer behind now, watching her disable the security system on some kind of tablet, break the glass with a delightful little contraption, and pocket the goods, just as she was placing her signature calling card, he decided it might be time to make an entrance. God, they had been saving this one for weeks!

“You really are a hard one to track, Ace of Hearts. But don’t you know the walls have ears?” Hebenus slid from the dark, snapping into focus. He seemed almost uninterested, smirking idly and tugging at his hand socks. A pale face stood out amidst all the black. Inside he was just high-fiving himself over the cheesy line, it had taken him two hours to come up with that one-

“I think you have something that doesn’t belong to you.”

(no worries!)

Cleo jumped at the sudden voice, absolutely certain that she had alone up until moments ago. Her peepers narrowed instinctively. An-Nur. Ugh. How on earth did he find her? This wasn't even the most popular museum in the city, and this area was usually quiet at this time of moonlit hours. Her plan had been foolproof. Or at least, she thought it had. Cleo sighed before turning to face him, brows drawn into an annoyed line. At least she'd already stored the artifact away in her pocket reality flavor, so there was no way they could get it now. But they could certainly get her if she wasn't careful. Luckily, Cleo was very good at not being caught.

"Oh, do I now?" she responded drily, studying the newcomer with her grabby limbs crossed. "What an astute observation." She glanced around the human containment unit, marking the exits quickly. She didn't know much about this vigilante, but she did know that he could travel fast. Something to do with shadows? She wasn't entirely sure, since he was a bit mysterious. But that was so incredibly inconvenient now. Still, it would be an easy enough bid for her to use the grappling hook she kept on her person to exit through the see-through wall. It would be difficult for them to interrupt her on the way up, but he could probably follow her. Ugh. How could she completely evade them, that was the question? For now, she would stall while she thought of a concrete plan. Perhaps she could pull something out of the pocket reality flavor? It wasn't a bodge brain b^ubble, though she didn't always remember everything she stored in there.

"How did you find me, anyway?" she added pointedly, still tracking numerous ways to exit the building as she spoke. Her best option would probably be to catch them off guard, exiting quickly and pulling up the hood on her jacket to cover her hair as she hurried through the shadows. She supposed in a worst case scenario she could take shelter in her pocket reality flavor, though that was a little tricky, since it wasn't a portal, so she wasn't entirely sure how to exit. At any rate, her mind was grinding gears to calculate any sort of exit and escape plan she could come up with. That celebratory cream of eyes frosty would have to wait.

Hebenus fell for the distraction easily, his confident demeanor shattered as he sheepishly started to rub the back of his neck.

"T-That's none of your business thief!" Wait no- He could say something cooler than that uh- They struggled to quickly come up with something and the awk-wonky-donky silence stretched itself outwards, before he perked up.

"I have peepers everywhere after all!" Yeah- Smooth recovery. It took him a moment to look up from his internal panic about one-liners and breaking into a museum, to finally look up at the villain. Her peepers were looking everywhere, likely scanning for exits from the human containment unit, Hebenus removed both of his hand socks, dropping them to the ground. Instead of falling it dissolved after he let go of it, it wasn't real after all, the illusion breaking when it didn't have a point of contact with his body.

Ace of Hearts, a petty thief known for her RobinHood-esque crimes, stealing from the wealthy. He'd been trying to figure out her powers, at a glance it looked like teleportation, touching the treasures and they disappear? But it didn't make sense, why wouldn't she teleport herself into places then? Did she like the thrill? Were there limits? It was hard to say, why steal things to begin with? Hebenus kept any emotion from his face as he took a step towards her, seeing how she'd react. Seeing if they could panic her a little bit, that was when criminals were more liable to making happy little accidents after all.

Cleo watched him closely, doing her best not to react as he stepped closer, just stepping carefully backward to keep the distance between them the same. She was pacing the race out of time. Unless she could not only escape quickly, but also run off before An-Nur tracked her down, she was toast. She had to think something to distract them longer than her last question. His wonky-donky little response had almost made her laugh, which unfortunately didn't help her escape. God, he was annoying. She couldn't even appreciate their slip ups.

"You're new to the game, hmm, hero?" Cleo said, stalling for time while she tried to think of an escape. She was notoriously good at that, but the hard part here wouldn't be escaping so much as getting An-Nur off her tail. If they followed her home, well, she was a goner. But how on earth would she lose him? From what she had seen, they had some sort of power that would enable them to travel quite quickly. And while Cleo was fast, she didn't have super speed. She couldn't escape without a diversion, and him trying to get even closer to her was not helping. "Let me give you some advice–always keep your cool. Blurting out stuff like that just because of one question from me is an amateur move. You'll never get a fan club at this rate. More importantly, if the public doesn't approve of you, you're as good as a villain like me." She smirked at him, trying to rile him up despite her internal panic growing. If she could get him distracted, she could escape. Fighting was not her strong suit, and she didn't want to use her storage reality flavor as an escape unless she had no other options.

Hebenus stilled himself now, a slight smirk pulling at the corner of his mouth. She kept talking, retreating a similar distance the more he advanced. They weren't sure if she was doing it to distract him, or she really was just the chatty type, they hadn't interacted much yet, he didn't even have a firm grasp on her power set yet.

"That's the difference between me and you, thief. I don't need the public's approval, I'm doing this because it's right." Despite how cheesy it sounded, it was genuinely how he felt. They'd been doing this vigilante gig for nearly three orbit parties now, yet he wasn't very big in the public peeper. His powers weren't as flashy as some others, and they naturally lent themselves to stealth rather than a showy display.

Although one thing the villain had said did make him pause, An-Nur frowned, looking up at Ace with widened peepers. A little bit like a kicked puppy.

"Wait.. Are you implying you have a fan club?"

Cleo chuckled at that. "I mean, it's not a very big one, but it exists," she responded with a shrug. "And god, spare me the morality speech. Obviously I don't give a shit. Some of us aren't held down by such lofty ideals; makes it way easier to live, you know?" She glanced behind the vigilante, trying to figure out if there was anything that could give him pause. She could always try the old 'look at that' bamboozle and point at something behind him while she escaped, but who knew if he would even fall for that? She had to try, at least. Luckily for her, she hadn't come all this way on groundhand; she had a motorcycle tucked into her storage reality flavor that she could pull out. But first, she would have to get outside and then continue on the bike without him tailing her. For all she knew, An-Nur had a vehicle too. And she didn't know how fast they were either, which was a real pain, because if they were fast enough, Cleo couldn't go home while they were tailing her.

She supposed she might as well try the 'look behind you' thing. Even if it didn't work, hopefully it would at least distract the vigilante for a few seconds when she could make her escape. That was the goal. If Cleo could achieve that, she could escape. Before An-Nur could add anything onto her last statement, Cleo's peepers widened as she looked behind him. She pointed at an artifact almost directly behind him and said, "Ohmygod, look out!"

Her inner character ping-pong was more like please turn please turn please turn. She needed to work on her escape-when-found-by-a-vigilante strategy. That was the first thing Cleo would do when she got home. She was used to slipping in and out unseen, or with little work (sometimes she had to knock out a security guard or two, but even that wasn't common). She much preferred the whole meow machine'>purr machine burglary thing to any sort of confrontation.