Decipher This (Semi-Hiatus)

[[Independent multi-verse OC rp blog | Mun and muse 18+ | OC is mainly Marvel but I'm also cool with DC crossovers and other AU's | Face claim: Meagan Tandy]] Powers: I'm cybernetic and have the ability to control any electronic device in my line of sight, with my mind, by manipulating the electromagnetic energy it emits. And since my brain is physically different than any normal human’s, super powered humans included, any attempt to penetrate my mind and affect it in anyway is futile. It just simply won’t work so don't even try. Origin Story: My name is Avery Plafaire. When I was one my parents left me at an orphanage with only a name and a necklace with an odd X symbol. But on my sixteenth birthday I found a letter written to be from my parents that I was meant to read when I turned eighteen. The letter explained to me who I really was, a mutant, and that I should go to Charles Xavier who would give me guidance. They said they couldn't keep me for fear that they would put my life in danger. But instead of following their instructions and going to Professor Xavier's school for "gifted youngsters" like my parents suggested in their letter I decided to go my own way. I had always been smarter than everyone else my age even more than the adults and it didn't take me long to realize what I could do. I had the ability to mentally crack any code, hack any computer, and solve any problem mathematical or logical. I deleted my very existence and never looked back. After three years of searching for my parents I stumbled across an organization called S.H.I.E.L.D. I never heard of it in all my years of hacking and I was always too curious for my own good. This drew S.H.E.L.D's attention and it didn't matter that I didn't go searching for Professor X because he happened to find me. Cornered by Professor X and Nick Fury I had only two choices. I could either go to jail or go to the professor's school for two years to hone my power before working at S.H.I.E.L.D for five years. Obviously I picked what was behind door number two. I already aquired the name Cipher for being the only one able to hack into S.H.I.E.L.D other than Tony Stark that is, but my IQ is still higher than his. Before I knew it seven years had passed and after being trained by Nick Fury I decided to stay at S.H.I.E.L.D and become a full time agent. I've been here ever since, going on new highly classified missions, some even with the Avengers.

[archersbadrpmemes]

I have been noticing a lot of people being too nervous to talk to their mutuals when they want to roleplay with them soooo..

Please reblog this to tell your mutuals IT IS 100% OKAY to come up to you and tell you straight off the bat that they want to roleplay with you. In fact, it’s highly encouraged to tell you any thread idea that comes across their mind!

[de-codethecipher]

[gabi-delmar-blog]

I used to think we lived at the top of the world, when the world was just a subway map…

{ Gabriela Delmar, The “Best Daughter in Queens!” }

- OC based in Spiderman: Homecoming -

Ind. | Semi-Selective | OC’s and AU’s welcome | Para/Multi-Para | Multi-Verse/Ship

written by sarah

[fallxnprxnce]

What I do not care about with RPing:

Reply length

Reply speed

Typos

Continuity errors (especially for long-running threads)

Whether your RP blog is a sideblog

Your RP blog’s aesthetic

Unique fonts in posts

Unique muse icons

Special post formatting

What I do care about with RPing:

Having fun

Pride in and enthusiasm for writing our muses

The chance to make friends with you

Entertaining and challenging ourselves as writers

Our thread(s) contributing to the development of our muses

Having fun

Looking forward to seeing where our story will take our muses

Growing as a writer with you

Having fun

[splattermemes-deactivated202007]

Sexual tension sentence starters

as requested by anon. note: some of these work better if one of the muses is pushed up against a wall

Angry

“Make me.”

“I dare you.”

“Bite me.”

“You think you can just run that pretty mouth of yours whenever you want?!”

“Wanna bet?”

“If you complain that it’s hot one more time, I’m going to give you a reason to sweat.”

“Prove it.”

“What’s in it for me?”

“If you bite your lip one more time, I’m going to do it for you.”

“Oh, well fuck me, then.”

“Shut up!”

“Yell at me again, and I’ll give you a real reason to scream.”

Flirty

“I wish we weren’t out in public…”

“Wow, you’re really strong.”

“Wanna go for a ride?”

“You sure can’t keep your hands to yourself…”

“Ah, I think I need a new bed.”

“Can you help me with my tie?” / “Can you zip up my dress for me?”

“You have really nice fingers…”

“Are we going downtown?”

“You should come by my place…I’ll give you the grand tour.”

“That outfit looks good on you. But, you’d also look good without the outfit.”

“What do you wear to bed?”

Awkward

“Do you have to eat it like that?”

“Uhm–t-those shorts look tight–”

“Hey, stop biting your lip…”

“Wha–is that a banana in your pocket?”

“You’re standing a little close to me…”

“Hey–you’ve got a little something on your face–”

“My keys are in my pocket. Can you get them for me?”

“Help me find the D? I mean, the variable–i-it’s math…”

“I just wanna grab your bu–hand. Grab your hand.”

“*purely staring at (muse name)’s lips*”

[xonemissedcall-deactivated20140]

Reblog this if:

[thesamevicvega-archive]

You’re a roleplayer

We can plot

We can be friends

[sxmethingbreaking-a]

//so I was thinking this morning (always a dangerous sign) that I’ve talked a bit recently about how the Tumblr RP community isn’t always very good at encouraging people to find ways to manage or get to their drafts, and is instead more likely to coddle peoples’ anxieties without actually helping them at all. 

So this is a post of a few tips and tricks that might help RPers manage some of the more common anxieties I see crop up in our circle. Now, I’m not a full psychologist and nor am I licensed counselor. But I do have my master’s degree in clinical psychology with the intention to go on for the PhD (or get licensed to practice if I don’t get into a program) so I do kinda know what I’m talking about. Hopefully some of this advice is a little helpful:

1. “My drafts just stress me out.” This is a pretty common complaint, but I think in most circumstances it’s caused by stress going on outside of the RP world. Take a step back and breathe. Handle whatever is going on in your real life. That always comes first. If you come back and your drafts are still causing you to feel panicky, the next step is to find out the more specific reasons why. That’s going to help you best address the anxiety. Read on for some common reasons.

2. “I’ve gotten so behind, there’s so many and I’m overwhelmed.” This happens all the time! You take a hiatus for a week or two, or life just got really busy for a while, or just lost muse and now it’s back. But in the meantime, your drafts have piled up- suddenly you’re looking at 20, 50, 100- how do you even start? 

The best way I’ve found to handle this is to break them up into smaller chunks. It might be helpful to copy and paste your partners’ replies over into one or more word documents. You can then further organize those word documents even more. One for short replies, one for long, one for medium length. Or you can organize by muses, by how long the draft has been in your folder- whichever way you want to handle this. If you want to put one reply per document, you can organize them into folders instead. How you do this is entirely up to you.

Set a small goal for yourself- even one draft a day is better than no drafts at all. But by breaking the work up into chunks, you’ve taken a lot of the pressure off yourself. A goal of 1-5 drafts a day is a lot better than looking at all 50. 

Another tip- use the queue! Or simply keep completed drafts saved in the drafts folder until you’ve caught up enough to start posting. The queue will stagger your posts so replies aren’t coming out all at once, and your partners aren’t able to immediately reply back. And obviously keeping them in drafts even after they’re done lets you have more time to catch up. These are just a couple of tips, however, and there are probably other good ways to manage drafts. Find what works best for you!

And don’t be afraid to drop a couple if you have no muse for those threads anymore. Just let your partner know, they’ll understand. And if they don’t, they’re just an asshole and who needs that, right? It is better to communicate that you’re dropping them, however, so you’re partner isn’t left hanging.

3. “I haven’t replied in weeks, I’m worried my partner hates me.” I guarantee this is not true. Most people in the rp community are very understanding of slow response time. Your partners want to rp with you- they’ll be thrilled to see a response, even if it’s been several weeks. Responding, even slowly, shows a lot more dedication and excitement over your threads. 

So if it’s been several weeks, and you finally have muse for that thread and want to reply to it, but feel guilty or anxious because it’s been so long- reply anyway. Your partner will be so happy to see your response. 

Another way to alleviate this anxiety is to simply talk to your partner. And I know, this can be scary- but sometimes you have to bite the bullet and do the thing that makes you anxious. Take it slow if you need to, but communication is the best way to feel better about it. And I guarantee, you are going to feel so much more proud of yourself if you did the thing that made you anxious than if you didn’t.

That goes for replying as well. 

4. “I feel so inadequate compared to others. I should just stop.” This is an example of what mental health professionals call a “negative automatic thought”, or “NAT”. And like real gnats, these little thoughts get all up in your ears and start buzzing around. They can spiral out of control very quickly, until you feel absolutely terrible about yourself. These thoughts are very common in people with both anxiety and depression. 

But the thing is, they can be changed. You can actually re-wire your brain with a little work so that it won’t think these thoughts quite as often. One of the most effective ways is to simply replace the negative thought with a positive one- even if you don’t believe it. So if your negative thought is “I’m horrible compared to other people,” a replacement thought could be “No, I’m just as good as anyone else,” or “my writing is unique to me and it has value.”

You will not believe yourself at first, and it will seem a little bit weird when you start. It’s also a little challenging- your negative thoughts are automatic, you’re so used to thinking them that you aren’t even fully aware of it it half the time. But when you do catch yourself spiraling off into those negative thoughts- try to stop them. This is something we teach in therapy and over time, it does help. And it does get easier.

5. “It has to be PERFECT.” Perfectionism is at the root of a lot of peoples’ anxieties. But I challenge you with this- why? Why does it have to be perfect? What will happen if it’s not perfect? 

The answer to that, usually, is “my partners will hate me/lose interest/think I’m stupid or a bad writer.” Perfectionism is usually a fear of judgment, and it’s usually fueled by feelings of inadequacy or fears of failure. So to that, I refer you back to the previous advice about negative automatic thoughts. 

Challenge your thinking about your perfectionism. A good replacement thought for this one is “even if it’s not perfect, my partner will still be happy that I responded. My writing is still valuable to them.” Another good one- “imperfection means there’s room to grow. Mistakes don’t mean I’m a failure or no good.” 

In general, don’t let anxiety say “I can’t do this.” You can do it. Anxiety is not a permanent state. The body cannot sustain it very long- the elevated heart rate, heavy breathing, heightened arousal- it’s physically impossible for it to last. Eventually, your body will start to calm itself and even back out. This is something that is very hard to sit with, because your natural instinct is to run away from the thing that’s making you anxious. Your instinct is to close the drafts folder, to close the messenger, to log out of tumblr and ignore it all completely. But the truth is, that only makes your anxiety worse in the long run. 

Now, if these tips don’t help, or you’re finding your anxiety is so bad that it’s affecting your daily life in almost everything- I encourage people to please see a psychologist, psychiatrist, or some other mental health professional. Anxiety that’s chronically preventing you from doing the things you enjoy is anxiety that probably needs treatment. Having the extra support of a therapist or medication often makes it possible to implement some of these strategies, or find better ones that work for you. Especially if you’re having a hard time managing things on your own. 

Anybody that wants to add to this with other ideas that have been helpful to you, please feel free to do so. 

[unaugmentedmonkeyscantfly]

What I do:

First, I use my likes instead of actual drafts, so if my partner wants to edit it before I get to it, it’s easy peasy. We’ve all had times where we didn’t notice a typo or inaccuracy until hours later.

Second, if I have the muse but not the energy to tackle very many, it’s conveniently broken up into batches of ten or so (minus whatever random likes I had in there), if infinite scrolling is off. As a side note, this makes pages load better for slow connections. So I’ll scroll or likes/page/8 or whatever until I find the oldest ones, start with those.

Third, if I have very low muse or energy, I’ll scroll through them until I find one that even one of my many muses has a response for. If I owe on character A, B, and F, but the muses for A and F don’t want to cooperate, but B does, if only for that one thing, I do that one thing.

With the current IM features, it makes it very easy to link to an old post and ask a partner “hey, I saw this was my turn, even though it’s a year old, do you want me to reply?” If yes, rad. If no, oh well. Sometimes it takes a while for the muses to respond to a thread. It happens. (And for me, personally, the answer is always “yes! Continue away!” People forget, or threads get drowned, or the like button didn’t stick.)

Stuff like that. Not sure it’s helpful, but those are my tips.

[venofire-moved]

Can you guys reblog this post if you’re alright with other roleplayers politely declining the offer to rp? And if you would prefer this over being ignored?

[kavtari]

Reblog if you RP using Discord

[levelxinfinity]

kavtari:

Message me if you’d like my username.

[alannasroleplaymemes-moved]

Show A Little Skin Meme

Send a symbol for my Muse’s reaction to yours unintentionally (?):

✤ - Moving/putting up their hair, showing off the back of their neck ✥ - Popping a button on their shirt, showing their chest / a bit of cleavage ✦ - Rolling up their sleeves to keep cool, showing off their forearms ❉ - Stretching their arms up, showing their midriff ❥ - Bending over in a short skirt / shorts / tight pants, showing off dat booty ❦ - Changing clothes facing away, showing off their back ❧ - Hiking up their skirt / pant leg, showing off some leg and/or thigh ❃ - Fighting with their belt for some reason, showing off some hip/waist ❂ - Scratching at a bug bite under their shirt, showing off their side ❁ - Wearing a top that’s too big for them, showing off their collarbone / shoulders ❀  - BONUS TOUCH EDITION: Asking your Muse to help put sun screen / lotion / medical salve on a wound anywhere else

[shift-shaping]

Cuter possessive/jealous meme

(Not meant to be a knock on the more angsty possessive memes, I just thought I’d make one that’s less triggering/disturbing. :) )

“i just don’t want you to get hurt”

“did you see the way they looked at you?”

“if they bother you again let me know and i’ll fuck them up”

“you don’t see it, but they’re definitely into you”

“i’m sorry, i just can’t help being a little jealous”

“so, uh… who, uh, who is that person? they keep texting you…”

“i’m yours, and you’re mine.”

“i like the marks you left. they remind me that i’m yours.”

“do you like the marks i left?”

“i just can’t stop thinking about you.”

“is it bad if i hate that they can spend so much time with you and I can’t?”

“you are my everything.”

“i can’t help wanting to protect you from them”

“they hurt you, and i’m going to hurt them back”

“i’ll make sure no one ever hurts you again”

“if they so much as look at you wrong, i’ll knock their lights out”

“no, i’m not hoarding pictures of you! that would be weird!”

“the pillow still smells like you… oh that’s a weird thing to say holy shit”

“you should consider coming over here and just, uh, not ever leaving”

[de-codethecipher]

⊱simple introduction starters⊰

❝what are you doing here?❞

❝you're going to hurt yourself, let me help you.❞

❝why are you staring at me?❞

❝if you didn't want to talk to me, you could've just said so.❞

❝i think you dropped this.❞

❝here, i'll pay for that.❞

❝so i assume you're the one everyone's talking about.❞

❝that outfit looks nice on you, where'd you get it?❞

❝why are you doing this?❞

❝so that looks dangerous... want to try it?❞

❝you're going to do WHAT with WHAT?❞

❝can you help me grab this?❞

❝don't talk to me until i've had my coffee. thanks.❞

❝that was possibly the weirdest thing i've ever seen.❞

❝you have the prettiest smile i've seen all day.❞

❝do i have anything on my shirt?❞

❝are you waiting for an interview too?❞

❝is this seat saved for anyone?❞

❝i've never been here before, it's beautiful.❞

❝do you know the directions to (location)?❞

❝so how long have you been working here?❞

❝how many of those have you had?❞

❝i'm not suppose to talk to strangers.❞

❝you'll be ok, i promise.❞

❝can you hear me?❞

❝i think you're on my foot...❞

❝i guess you're stuck with me 'til the elevator starts working.❞

❝could you POSSIBLY get more annoying?❞

❝i have several questions, first off WHY?❞

❝why would you do that?"

❝i think that guy is giving you a weird look.❞

❝hey are you ok?❞

❝do you live here?❞

❝are you third-wheeling too?❞

❝why are like this?❞

❝who did this to you?❞

❝who told you that?❞

❝why are you following me?❞

[alannasroleplaymemes-moved]

Realistic Halloween Starters

“– He gave me a toothbrush. Let’s egg his house.” “Didn’t even try to decorate the house, huh.” “If you wear that ‘this is my costume’ t-shirt, I swear to god…” “Ew, I hate this flavor. Trade?” “Stop crying, it was just some dude wrapped in toilet paper!” “Wow, you sure put too much effort into this holiday.’ “They didn’t have any more candy so I asked for weed.” “DON’T GIVE KIDS ALCOHOLIC CANDY!” “Every time I sit down more kids show up at the door. I hate Halloween.” “Whoops, no more candy. Sorry. Bye.” “How cute. You look like you raided a dumpster!” “THAT COSTUME IS CULTURALLY INSENSITIVE!” “Apparently she’s dressed as a witch, but I don’t really see the difference…” “Aren’t you a little old to be trick or treating?” “I don’t think you should be having that much sugar…” “If you weren’t diabetic before, I’m pretty sure you are now…” “Bobbing for apples is gross. Every kid got spit in there.” “This house isn’t sca–AHHH!” “Kind of makes me wish something interesting would happen. Like murder.” “NO. NO OUIJA BOARDS!” “We’re going to a graveyard? What are you, thirteen?” “I’ve seen scarier Hot Topic cashiers.” “This isn’t right. Where are the slutty male costumes?!” “This party sucks. I’d rather be out getting free candy with first-graders.” “Yeah, because I definitely want to get arrested for trespassing tonight.” “You wasted all the toilet paper on the first house, there’s nothing left!” “Okay, so just hit the door bell and then run!” “It’s just a couple of broken eggs, it’s not going to damage the car!” “No way. People who have sex at parties die on Halloween. That’s just movie logic.”

[universalfanfic]

@jarvis-is-my-copilot hopefully these work for ya :P 

[the-astute-alloy-girl]

"On a scale of one to ten…how illegal do you think doing this is?" (de-codethecipher)

@de-codethecipher

“Scale of one to ten? Easily about a 60.″ Carla replied while holding the cable in her mouth, she was connecting and clipping and reconnecting wires inside of the panel.Trying to focus and speak with who she’s meant to call Cipher, her “SHIELD bodyguard for the day” (it was stupid that her dad and Fury had agreed Carla needed a babysitter (yeah, she was totally a babysitter), you get hurt blowing up one HYDRA base and suddenly you’re treated like a six year old again…). Of course, Carla had openly disregarded her dads hasty warning of “Don’t get into trouble.” and tried to escape from her bodyguard the minute she found the location of a secret A.I.M. storage facility she had a hunch was where the cargo of the latest model of her new clean energy car-engines were. Car-engines that if you knew how to mess around with it well enough, could turn into very lethal weapons. She didn’t lose her for long though (if at all) and once Carla had reluctantly told “Cipher” what she was doing, she decided to come. Instead of the much more typical–and annoying–bodyguard move of “Call Iron Man and come home.” 

At this moment, Carla was eternally thankful for her small and nimble hands. If they had been any larger, any more similar to her fathers, they both would have been dead already. Well, Carla would have been dead already at the very least. She had been reckless in her “escape” from Cipher and the only sort of defense she had was a literally a bracelet (that worked similar to her fathers watches. Not that anybody knew that besides him and herself). “Maybe a 70 to 80 if I manage to pull this off, of course, Fury will treat it like a 1,000,000. probably–WAIT–SHIT!–There! Doors are open but I messed up! get to a computer, Now! Contact one of our teams! Or SHIELD or whatever! We’re about to be waaaay in over our heads! Which I know I am usually anyway but I’m serious!” Carla shouted as the room filled with red light and the alarm started blaring. 

[de-codethecipher]

Avery could not believe that her dad was forcing her to babysit Tony Stark’s daughter. Carla Stark was just as unpredictable as her dad. But since Nick was good friends with Stark of course Avery had to be the one to watch her. It hadn’t even been an hour and Carla had already tried to shake her. But Avery wasn’t stupid enough to let that happen and secretly put a tracker on the girl’s bracelet when she wasn’t looking. It didn’t take long to find her in an A.I.M storage facility. Honestly she was shocked that the girl had discovered it when no one else at Shield had but Carla was the daughter of Tony Stark. What did they say? “The apple doesn’t fall far from the tree.” Instead of calling Stark or Fury like she probably should’ve she agreed to go with her and protect her instead. Normally Avery wasn’t that stupid or impulsive. But it seemed that Carla brought that out in her. Now she was watching Carla as she tried to break into the base when suddenly an alarm went off. Shit now Avery would have to call Nick and try to explain why she didn’t stop Carla but she would have to worry about that later. Avery didn’t have her computer with her but she mentally linked with her phone to send an immediate distress signal to the Shield base. She quickly pulled out two knives and went in a defensive stance as AIM agents began to surround them. She just hoped and prayed that back up would come in time because Avery knew that no matter how good fighters Carla and her were they wouldn’t be able to take them all.

[the-astute-alloy-girl]

“Now, now,” Carla knew that with how devastatingly unprepared the two of them were to handle this many AIM agents all on their own, stalling would be the best use of their time. Until she found something better that was. “I believe we haven’t completely met properly, see, I’m the one that blows up all of your shit the second she finds it.“ she hissed. “But you see, this time around, not only have you made the mistake of continuing to steal other peoples much better ideas, you decided to steal my much better idea on top of that and I can’t have that at all.” She glared at the swarm of agents surrounding the two of them some of the newer looking recruits took an instinctive step back. 

She was grateful that her little “speech” had even a pinch of the intended effect, some agents were looking around at each other, not sure on how much of a threat these two were. especially together. especially angry.

She knew she didn’t have them, or all of them at least, she knew that they were going to attack, some way or another. She purposefully looked anywhere except at Cipher, and her eyes rested on the other side of the room, where she saw two AIM scientist quickly rush in and swipe a key-card.

if it needs a key-card it has to be important

A loud cracking noise whisked by Carlas ear. Snapping her back to attention. Right in front of her was one of the younger ones she was certain was barely even 17. Hard to tell with their AIM uniform covering them however. They were shakily pointing their gun at Carla and the barrel steaming. She was positive she heard a heavy sigh of relief as they fell to their knees. It was very clear that this kid had not shot at anything living, much less a person, before. What interested her the most however, was the knife that was now lodged into one of the walls, A knife that was now missing from Ciphers hand. 

The kid would’ve hit, and she would’ve been dead.

If not for Cipher.

“Are you an idiot?“ She heard someone speak, sounding enraged.  “Do you have any idea who you just shot at? Do you? That’s Tony Starks daughter! Could you imagine what he would willingly give us in return for his child? You most certainly couldn’t imagine the hell-storm that we would receive if you had hit! Dumbass! Get this kid out of here!” Carla scanned the room to see who was talking, only to realize that the voice had come from the AIM agents comms. A female agent grabbed the kid by their arm and dragged them away.

They gave her something. Something better than stalling.

“Oh, but you probably would’ve been able to hit my armor like that no problem.” She wasn’t lying, at least not yet anyway. “In fact, maybe there would’ve been a ricochet and suddenly one or you guys would’ve been dead instead, ricochet has been quite the problem recently.” She gave a smirk, even though her heart was pounding in her chest. She hoped nobody had a lie detector. “So take my advice and don’t shoot at that when you see it wandering around here.” 

The AIM agents all stopped.

“Yeah, that’s right, my armor is probably destroying half your “research” as we speak.” She didn’t look at Cipher, but she was almost certain she was giving her a look.

One of the agents spoke harshly into one of their comms. telling most if not all agents to be on the lookout for Armor, and to get their EMP blasters ready. She raised an eyebrow skeptically over the thought of an EMP blaster stopping her suit but she let it go. Now was not the time to brag. 

Some AIM agents dispatched to join the wild-goose chase Carla had given them over her armor, while about 10 stayed behind to “escort” them down to wherever they planned on keeping prisoners. It was now 5-1 and much better odds than before, all whispering in a group a few feet away from them. she leaned over and whispered into Ciphers ear. “Let them take us, they’re bringing us further into the facility and I’m positive it’s going to be a lot easier to find a weakness inside. There’s going to be less guards now too since I just blatantly lied about my armor being here. And I doubt any room or cell they put us in would be able keep us in there for long.” Cipher turned to her and they made eye contact. Carla bright blue eyes looking up into her eyes.

“Trust me.” 

[de-codethecipher]

Avery couldn’t believe this girl. She was going to give Avery a heart attack before she was thirty she thought after she had just stopped the bullet from hitting Carla. It was a good thing she had honed her reflexes over the years or else Carla would’ve been dead. But she was impressed at how easily Carla lied about the armor. Avery knew there was no armor coming but it was a good stalling tactic. Avery wasn’t much for improvising it was usually come up with as many plans as possible and then execute one of them depending on the situation but she had definitely not planned for this.

For some reason Avery did trust the girl and let the AIM agents lead them deeper inside the base all while looking for something they could use to escape. Avery couldn’t believe that she had got herself in this situation and this was the first day she met the girl. Avery didn’t know what it must’ve been like for Nick with Stark but she could imagine and Avery was in awe that he lasted this long. She knew how tough her father was but still the Starks seemed to be a handful and a half.

[the-astute-alloy-girl]

The room that they had led the two into was a joke. 

Carla hoped it was a joke at least because if this was the best that AIM could do then she was definitely going to have a talk with her dad over SI security issues. It didn’t even have a force field. it was a totally normal ratty jail cell and Carla wanted to laugh. She managed to stop herself, just barely. They shoved Carla onto the ground inside harshly and a rock scraped her cheek. She saw Cipher get the same treatment in a cell just to the left of her and was absolutely positive she had just heard her punch someone then heard mutterings about “that Stark girl…” and how she “only has to be kept alive, not all in one piece.” and heard the agents slam the cell door and all left, presumably to try to find her armor. 

She moved to stand up with her but was suddenly kicked back down by a wide boot. A gruff and violent hand grabber her by her shirt. twisting a fistful of fabric in their hand. And lifted her up. Which wasn’t a hard feat to do in of itself. She was so small and slender that she was positive if Cipher had to she could carry her with relative ease. The other agents shifted their feet outside the cell, unsure whether or not to stop their colleague. 

Carla Stark took a deep breathe that would appear as a huff of annoyance, or indignation, but was actually a way to calm her nerves. She had mastered the move over helping run Stark Industries since she was legally allowed to drive. (Oh man, were people pissed when they had to listen to their boss’s 16 year old daughter over the last “more experienced” project leader. Mr. “more experienced” didn’t have 3 doctorates at 16 now did he. But that was 3 years ago anywa–)

She let out a small yelp as she had suddenly collided with the floor once again, twisting as best she could and slamming the left side of her head in first.  

“Did you really think,” the man had raised her up into the air again, ignoring the blood now trickling down his arm from a gash in her forehead. “That you could make a fool out of my son, out of my fuckin family, and get away with it cuz you wer’ some shitty Stark?” He threw her and she hit the wall with force hard enough she coughed out the air in her lungs. 

The man turned away to leave. She didn’t move for a moment, trying to regain her breath. before she spoke again.

“No.” She glared at him harshly, not bothering to even try to move the hair that had fallen in front of her face. The man froze and slowly turned back around. “Your kid will have his choice. I think the only fool in this cell, or in your family, is you.”

The roar of anger the man gave nearly made her think Bruce had arrived. However, she was aware that was not the case when she saw how the other agents were struggling to keep him away form her. He only backed down after someone whisper something in his ear. He glared darkly over at Carla and quickly stomped away with two others following him.

That left two guards left for them. Complete one on one action. She knew Cipher could have been all the way out of the AIM base already, and certainly past this, again, complete joke, of a holding cell. But she knew she was Ciphers “mission.” She wouldn’t leave her, and was waiting for Carla to act, or configure a part to also “save the damsel in distress” into her plans. 

But Carlisa Stark was no damsel. 

And she needed a way to communicate with Cipher how they what they were going to do. Hopefully.

She needed to figure out a way to get three things across:

1. Find her tech and all the other stolen equipment and research and return or destroy it.

2. Find the kid and offer him something better than this. (and maybe, get a good hit in on his asshole of a dad. Or maybe get her dad to do it. Irony. Irony.) 

3. Blow this place to kingdom come. 

She searched around the wall that was connected to Ciphers cell, and started pressing on the bricks until one wobbled. This place was so poorly constructed it almost physically heart her. She looked back to see the guards had started a conversation and weren’t paying attention to their prisoners. 

She hit the brick. It wobbled. She hit the brick. it wobbled more. She hit it. it wobbled. she hit it. it wobbled. she hit it and suddenly the brick cracked in two, she pushed the rubble out via her hand and, smiling, wiggled her fingers upwards in greeting. 

It was a start.

[de-codethecipher]

Avery + Carla RP This is not how Avery imagined her day going she thought as she got one punch in before she was shoved into the cell. But once she heard voices from the other cell she immediately quieted down doing her best to hear what they were saying. What she got from it was that the man was mad at Carla because he was mad at Stark for some stupid reason. Avery began to hear a thump coming from the other wall and before she knew it a broken brick was falling to the floor. She saw a hand poke through the hole where the brick once was. She took a glance at the outside of the cell and noticed that there were no guards watching them. That just reaffirmed the fact that AIM agents were complete idiots. "What's the plan? I'll follow your lead." she said after lowering her face to the hole. Avery hated that she was asking this girl how she planned to escape. But Carla got them into this mess and she had better get them out. Avery refused to admit to herself that it was because she thought Carla's was really intelligent and wanted to see what the girl could come up with. Carla's thought process seemed very different from Avery's and maybe she could learn from the girl she thought reluctantly.

[the-astute-alloy-girl]

"On a scale of one to ten…how illegal do you think doing this is?" (de-codethecipher)

@de-codethecipher

“Scale of one to ten? Easily about a 60.″ Carla replied while holding the cable in her mouth, she was connecting and clipping and reconnecting wires inside of the panel.Trying to focus and speak with who she’s meant to call Cipher, her “SHIELD bodyguard for the day” (it was stupid that her dad and Fury had agreed Carla needed a babysitter (yeah, she was totally a babysitter), you get hurt blowing up one HYDRA base and suddenly you’re treated like a six year old again…). Of course, Carla had openly disregarded her dads hasty warning of “Don’t get into trouble.” and tried to escape from her bodyguard the minute she found the location of a secret A.I.M. storage facility she had a hunch was where the cargo of the latest model of her new clean energy car-engines were. Car-engines that if you knew how to mess around with it well enough, could turn into very lethal weapons. She didn’t lose her for long though (if at all) and once Carla had reluctantly told “Cipher” what she was doing, she decided to come. Instead of the much more typical–and annoying–bodyguard move of “Call Iron Man and come home.” 

At this moment, Carla was eternally thankful for her small and nimble hands. If they had been any larger, any more similar to her fathers, they both would have been dead already. Well, Carla would have been dead already at the very least. She had been reckless in her “escape” from Cipher and the only sort of defense she had was a literally a bracelet (that worked similar to her fathers watches. Not that anybody knew that besides him and herself). “Maybe a 70 to 80 if I manage to pull this off, of course, Fury will treat it like a 1,000,000. probably–WAIT–SHIT!–There! Doors are open but I messed up! get to a computer, Now! Contact one of our teams! Or SHIELD or whatever! We’re about to be waaaay in over our heads! Which I know I am usually anyway but I’m serious!” Carla shouted as the room filled with red light and the alarm started blaring. 

[de-codethecipher]

Avery could not believe that her dad was forcing her to babysit Tony Stark’s daughter. Carla Stark was just as unpredictable as her dad. But since Nick was good friends with Stark of course Avery had to be the one to watch her. It hadn’t even been an hour and Carla had already tried to shake her. But Avery wasn’t stupid enough to let that happen and secretly put a tracker on the girl’s bracelet when she wasn’t looking. It didn’t take long to find her in an A.I.M storage facility. Honestly she was shocked that the girl had discovered it when no one else at Shield had but Carla was the daughter of Tony Stark. What did they say? “The apple doesn’t fall far from the tree.” Instead of calling Stark or Fury like she probably should’ve she agreed to go with her and protect her instead. Normally Avery wasn’t that stupid or impulsive. But it seemed that Carla brought that out in her. Now she was watching Carla as she tried to break into the base when suddenly an alarm went off. Shit now Avery would have to call Nick and try to explain why she didn’t stop Carla but she would have to worry about that later. Avery didn’t have her computer with her but she mentally linked with her phone to send an immediate distress signal to the Shield base. She quickly pulled out two knives and went in a defensive stance as AIM agents began to surround them. She just hoped and prayed that back up would come in time because Avery knew that no matter how good fighters Carla and her were they wouldn’t be able to take them all.

[the-astute-alloy-girl]

“Now, now,” Carla knew that with how devastatingly unprepared the two of them were to handle this many AIM agents all on their own, stalling would be the best use of their time. Until she found something better that was. “I believe we haven’t completely met properly, see, I’m the one that blows up all of your shit the second she finds it.“ she hissed. “But you see, this time around, not only have you made the mistake of continuing to steal other peoples much better ideas, you decided to steal my much better idea on top of that and I can’t have that at all.” She glared at the swarm of agents surrounding the two of them some of the newer looking recruits took an instinctive step back. 

She was grateful that her little “speech” had even a pinch of the intended effect, some agents were looking around at each other, not sure on how much of a threat these two were. especially together. especially angry.

She knew she didn’t have them, or all of them at least, she knew that they were going to attack, some way or another. She purposefully looked anywhere except at Cipher, and her eyes rested on the other side of the room, where she saw two AIM scientist quickly rush in and swipe a key-card.

if it needs a key-card it has to be important

A loud cracking noise whisked by Carlas ear. Snapping her back to attention. Right in front of her was one of the younger ones she was certain was barely even 17. Hard to tell with their AIM uniform covering them however. They were shakily pointing their gun at Carla and the barrel steaming. She was positive she heard a heavy sigh of relief as they fell to their knees. It was very clear that this kid had not shot at anything living, much less a person, before. What interested her the most however, was the knife that was now lodged into one of the walls, A knife that was now missing from Ciphers hand. 

The kid would’ve hit, and she would’ve been dead.

If not for Cipher.

“Are you an idiot?“ She heard someone speak, sounding enraged.  “Do you have any idea who you just shot at? Do you? That’s Tony Starks daughter! Could you imagine what he would willingly give us in return for his child? You most certainly couldn’t imagine the hell-storm that we would receive if you had hit! Dumbass! Get this kid out of here!” Carla scanned the room to see who was talking, only to realize that the voice had come from the AIM agents comms. A female agent grabbed the kid by their arm and dragged them away.

They gave her something. Something better than stalling.

“Oh, but you probably would’ve been able to hit my armor like that no problem.” She wasn’t lying, at least not yet anyway. “In fact, maybe there would’ve been a ricochet and suddenly one or you guys would’ve been dead instead, ricochet has been quite the problem recently.” She gave a smirk, even though her heart was pounding in her chest. She hoped nobody had a lie detector. “So take my advice and don’t shoot at that when you see it wandering around here.” 

The AIM agents all stopped.

“Yeah, that’s right, my armor is probably destroying half your “research” as we speak.” She didn’t look at Cipher, but she was almost certain she was giving her a look.

One of the agents spoke harshly into one of their comms. telling most if not all agents to be on the lookout for Armor, and to get their EMP blasters ready. She raised an eyebrow skeptically over the thought of an EMP blaster stopping her suit but she let it go. Now was not the time to brag. 

Some AIM agents dispatched to join the wild-goose chase Carla had given them over her armor, while about 10 stayed behind to “escort” them down to wherever they planned on keeping prisoners. It was now 5-1 and much better odds than before, all whispering in a group a few feet away from them. she leaned over and whispered into Ciphers ear. “Let them take us, they’re bringing us further into the facility and I’m positive it’s going to be a lot easier to find a weakness inside. There’s going to be less guards now too since I just blatantly lied about my armor being here. And I doubt any room or cell they put us in would be able keep us in there for long.” Cipher turned to her and they made eye contact. Carla bright blue eyes looking up into her eyes.

“Trust me.” 

[de-codethecipher]

Avery couldn’t believe this girl. She was going to give Avery a heart attack before she was thirty she thought after she had just stopped the bullet from hitting Carla. It was a good thing she had honed her reflexes over the years or else Carla would’ve been dead. But she was impressed at how easily Carla lied about the armor. Avery knew there was no armor coming but it was a good stalling tactic. Avery wasn’t much for improvising it was usually come up with as many plans as possible and then execute one of them depending on the situation but she had definitely not planned for this.

For some reason Avery did trust the girl and let the AIM agents lead them deeper inside the base all while looking for something they could use to escape. Avery couldn’t believe that she had got herself in this situation and this was the first day she met the girl. Avery didn’t know what it must’ve been like for Nick with Stark but she could imagine and Avery was in awe that he lasted this long. She knew how tough her father was but still the Starks seemed to be a handful and a half.

[the-astute-alloy-girl]

"On a scale of one to ten…how illegal do you think doing this is?" (de-codethecipher)

@de-codethecipher

“Scale of one to ten? Easily about a 60.″ Carla replied while holding the cable in her mouth, she was connecting and clipping and reconnecting wires inside of the panel.Trying to focus and speak with who she’s meant to call Cipher, her “SHIELD bodyguard for the day” (it was stupid that her dad and Fury had agreed Carla needed a babysitter (yeah, she was totally a babysitter), you get hurt blowing up one HYDRA base and suddenly you’re treated like a six year old again…). Of course, Carla had openly disregarded her dads hasty warning of “Don’t get into trouble.” and tried to escape from her bodyguard the minute she found the location of a secret A.I.M. storage facility she had a hunch was where the cargo of the latest model of her new clean energy car-engines were. Car-engines that if you knew how to mess around with it well enough, could turn into very lethal weapons. She didn’t lose her for long though (if at all) and once Carla had reluctantly told “Cipher” what she was doing, she decided to come. Instead of the much more typical–and annoying–bodyguard move of “Call Iron Man and come home.” 

At this moment, Carla was eternally thankful for her small and nimble hands. If they had been any larger, any more similar to her fathers, they both would have been dead already. Well, Carla would have been dead already at the very least. She had been reckless in her “escape” from Cipher and the only sort of defense she had was a literally a bracelet (that worked similar to her fathers watches. Not that anybody knew that besides him and herself). “Maybe a 70 to 80 if I manage to pull this off, of course, Fury will treat it like a 1,000,000. probably–WAIT–SHIT!–There! Doors are open but I messed up! get to a computer, Now! Contact one of our teams! Or SHIELD or whatever! We’re about to be waaaay in over our heads! Which I know I am usually anyway but I’m serious!” Carla shouted as the room filled with red light and the alarm started blaring. 

[de-codethecipher]

Avery could not believe that her dad was forcing her to babysit Tony Stark's daughter. Carla Stark was just as unpredictable as her dad. But since Nick was good friends with Stark of course Avery had to be the one to watch her. It hadn't even been an hour and Carla had already tried to shake her. But Avery wasn't stupid enough to let that happen and secretly put a tracker on the girl's bracelet when she wasn't looking. It didn't take long to find her in an A.I.M storage facility. Honestly she was shocked that the girl had discovered it when no one else at Shield had but Carla was the daughter of Tony Stark. What did they say? "The apple doesn't fall far from the tree." Instead of calling Stark or Fury like she probably should've she agreed to go with her and protect her instead. Normally Avery wasn't that stupid or impulsive. But it seemed that Carla brought that out in her. Now she was watching Carla as she tried to break into the base when suddenly an alarm went off. Shit now Avery would have to call Nick and try to explain why she didn't stop Carla but she would have to worry about that later. Avery didn't have her computer with her but she mentally linked with her phone to send an immediate distress signal to the Shield base. She quickly pulled out two knives and went in a defensive stance as AIM agents began to surround them. She just hoped and prayed that back up would come in time because Avery knew that no matter how good fighters Carla and her were they wouldn't be able to take them all.