Nobody's Aubade

Riley Cross. Accountant, lesbian, and an abomination in the eyes of God (unrelated to previous). independent cambion rp blog. writer and character 21+. mutuals only. #incubabe

[incubabe]

Please like, reblog, and plain old follow if you’d like to interact with my fandomless, modern fantasy OC --  Riley Cross, certified public accountant and reluctant abomination in the eyes of God. The libidophagic condition alone is troublesome enough, and that before the target painted on her back for being born damned. Unpleasant bookkeeping aside, she enjoys travel shows, the fresh tang of cool mountain air, and intimate nights with pleasant women. It’d be nice to expand the friend pool, or, failing that, the little black book. 

Writer and character 21+. Sensitive content possible and appropriately tagged (i.e., #nsfvv. and #spiders cw.), though strictly optional. Thank you for your time.

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[incubabe]

@talesfromneweridu [x]

As her digging for gold in the garbage is interrupted, Cissia pops her head out of the dumpster, staring at Riley as she blinks slowly… “So…there isn’t any food in here? Not even an apple core?” Oh my god she is looking for food.

"No, our food waste goes to the co-op down the street." Her reply is almost automatic, unconscious. That's a shame. The new city isn't great, and Riley's certainly seen the unsheltered here and there, but she'd preferred to think that among the few edge benefits of the end-of-days was that it would've culled enough mouths to ensure the rest could be fed. She's just about to offer a hand to haul the woman out when she recognizes the NEPS logo on her blouse. Cop.

Which complicates things. The devil's not worried as such; the whole of her Proxy activity is stored exclusively in her gray matter. Not a scrap of paper trail. Secondarily, the firm itself is clean -- or, failing that, her work is. Thirdly, everything is double-shredded. It would be miserable to try and piece the documentation back together. Legally, there's no expectation of privacy in the trash, but... usually they'd at least drag the bags back to the office before searching through, right?

There's no way she's actually trying to scrounge up scraps. Right? Right??

"Officer," she says gamely, "please get out of our dumpster. I'll -- buy you a hot dog."

[incubabe]

I can't find the post anymore so I fear I must've deleted it. Whatever. ZZZ Riley: basically as vanilla, except she's moonlighting as a Proxy. You need to hire her in advance, since she needs to perform a blood draw on any would-be Hollow raiders. She can then use that blood, after a brief ritual, to soft-possess them. It's basically all upsides: when she overshadows someone, they can hear her in their head, she knows the most expedient way out of the Hollow, she deadens their sense of fear, and she can blink to short-range drag them out of the way of danger.

Riley usually couches it in gentler terms than possess and deaden. The process is in fact taking advantage of her bifurcated consciousness, sending one to the Raider and using the spiritual connection between it and Riley's physical body to, like, Ariadne's thread a way out. (In doing so, she can actually Proxy while carrying out her regular day, though she's a little less graceful with wordplay and snap decisions). She's expensive, and far from the best due to needing setup to Proxy, but her success rate is hard to disagree with.

[velvet500]

Continued from here with @incubabe

Riley smells good. Very good, actually. Almost edible, even. Like she was the type to write funny reviews on those pretentious perfume websites in her spare time. Coyote liked a nice perfume, for sure. But there was just one thing missing.

"Hmm." They lean back in, but this time they're lingering and sniffing several times instead of just taking one solid whiff. "Nicer than one of my twinks. He kinda gives skanky grandma. You know what you need? A big fuck-off cigar. You need to be sucking that shit back like Tony Soprano. If you don't smoke, I can just blow some smoke over you and go in for another sniff. See if that gets you in the right space."

[incubabe]

"I believe in the Eastern concept of wasi-sasi-sasketoon. That in our imperfections we become perfect. It is better to be at ninety-nine percent ideal, and ever look for that missing piece, than to be the corporate, focus tested, put-on-a-pedestal perfect." Now the personal space isn't the issue so much. It's simple: I am not even comparable to a twink.

"So don't blow smoke on me, thanks."

[incubabe]

They pretty blatantly lean over to give Riley a good, loud sniff. "Huh... That's interesting."

@velvet500 rolled on in and gave a sniff.

In her time, Riley's found that there's very little consensus as to her natural perfume. To her nose, the scent's just shampoo. Cherry almond. But she doesn’t get that much; she gets woods. Vanilla. Jasmine. Petrichor. Metal. Glass (which is particularly troubling, as it lacks a scent). Flowers. Fruits. So on, you get the idea. But usually it's in a hair more intimate scenarios. Flirting. In bed. Not -- not like this.

Is she, like. Pleased that Coyote is huffing her? No. But it’s far from the worst shit someone’s done to her. So the devil lets it happen.

“Well? What’s your take? Good stink?”

[thewindowofthesummerhouse]

Reverie Collins (Revi)

[incubabe]

in a x - 2 verse, what are ri's main dresspheres? 👀

@braskide

Let us pretend that Riley’s personal cosmology is compatible with x/2’s. Maybe her mother was with someone who would go on to become the final summon during her gestation and as such she’s all sorts of spiritually fucked up. Or maybe she got isekaied and there were some al Bhed who were like, 'cool.'

She's not a close-quarters fighter, and she doesn't have much practice in big style magic. Now, one might say that dresspheres and spheres at large can let you borrow someone else's abilities, Leblanc impersonating Yuna etc, but everyone has their own personal talents. We will also pretend that Riley is not self-preservational by nature and wouldn't pick Thief to spam Flee.

That said! I think she'd lean the most toward gun mage, psychic, and alchemist. Gun/blue magic fits Riley’s devilly steal-your-moves theming, and the Psychic’s tricks are partially things she can do anyway and would be comfortable repeating. Alchemist mostly requires deftness and quick thinking, and if you stretch, the item focus is kind of accountingy. If we're allowed to stretch things to a broader job system like 5 or T/A, she'd lean on Red and Blue magic. Not the strongest, but super versatile and always useful.

All that aside. I was refreshing myself on the jobs available and stumbled upon this site where they seem to have given up on explaining white magic in favor of peddling boomerangs.

[incubabe]

"Damn, girl. What're you doin' with all that Chainsaw Man Part Two Ending?"

[incubabe]

"There is no friggin' way she made it that far in Dark Souls."

[incubabe]

Grateful for all of y'all for writing with me and puttin' up with my horseshit.

[incubabe]

why pick. Riley deserves all three weapons

"I'm not... particularly a proponent of lethal self-defense." Nor has Riley been trained in the SMG, sniping discipline, or heavy explosives. Any job more complex than ejecting the magazine and chambered round out of a pistol is beyond her.

[jisuto]

[incubabe]

100 likes!

Whenever I go on tumble on my phone it pops this up, it’s done it all day. I can only pray this will sate its sick twisted desire. Whatever. Here’s another comm I got of Riley expressions. Boyofzoot as has been the past two.

[under-eden]

"I used to when I was younger, but I have bigger responsibilities outside of the office these days. My sister tells me that I should enjoy myself every now and then." Asagi obviously didn't want to tell her the real reason. She had to remind herself that Riley didn't mean anything. She was naturally curious after all.

"If I'm honest, I'm afraid of opening myself to new experiences after what happened to my ex-boyfriend."

@incubabe

[incubabe]

"I get it. Easier to live in your bubble 'n' just hope things don't get worse." Despite how the words might come off, the devil was speaking from the heart; she'd felt the urge many a time. Lacked the luxury of tucking herself away in a tidy little hermit and having food delivered. "Way you said it, I figure you know it already, but your sister's right. If we stop growin', might as well be dead. The human's a social animal. Doesn't have to be anything cool. See a movie, go to an amusement park." Okay, that was far from original; the gala and her winnings were still in mind.

"And if you wanna talk about him, now or later, hey. I'll listen." Big words, and all, like Riley had ever opened up about anything ever. She hadn't gotten the impression that the ex was dead. That would be too dark for poor, sweet Hina. Nah, maybe he just got into fucked up drugs. ...Alright, that was fucked up, too, but in a much more believable way. People didn't live fraught lives like Riley. Thankfully, the bartender chose this time to arrive and take their order.

"What was his name? I'll toast to 'm. (A screwdriver for me, please.)"

[incubabe]

🔥

Is this the salty munday thing. I don't, generally do this sort of ask meme so I assume it was missent, but I guess I'll let it slide in the spirit of the season. The veterans. You know. They'd want me to meme.

Uhh... I’m taking away everyone’s “a study in” / "exploring themes of" privileges until you prove to me you know how to use the term. The same for 'dead dove,' that isn't sufficient as a trigger warning. What's do not eat for you could be delicious spaghetti dinner for me and vice versa. You have to be explicit with content labels.

[megitsuneko]

Sure, she is listening to Riley’s own explanation, but seeing how the invocation was so carelessly spoken in between a casual conversation, she immediately interjects — interrupting the other by purposefully twitching the coin.

“Oi, oi, you’re doing that too fast.” The spell isn’t meant to be cast that way. Not by rapid succession and while still in the middle of a conversation. Even if she described Kokkuri as a fickle, mischievous asshole, they are still more than aware to only come when the entire etiquette during the ritual is done right — not when it is only done in a half – assed attempt from one half of the party. “Kokkuri-san doesn’t like it when we’re not doing it right. They want us to be pretty much in sync.” The coin is returned once more to where it belonged on top of the torii gate.

A sudden night breeze that blows from the crack of an open windows becomes a foreboding omen of what is to come. She is pretty damn sure that it wasn’t even open before. It’s even entirely possible that the spirit may have even made its presence in the room, yet refuses to appear before them if the ritual is not properly conducted.

“Ahem. Right, so…” Her focus returns once more to the coin still tightly held underneath their fingertips. “Let’s do this together with no more interruptions, ‘kay? Remember, we gotta be in sync while calling Kokkuri-san, or else it just won’t appear here.”

[incubabe]

"Okay, okay, sorry…" While her words limp with a bashful, hand-in-the-cookie-jar sort of guilt, really Riley can't help but think the soothsayer should've been clearer. I'm too old for this. Kokkuri could have all the answers, and I might not even believe it. Only when there's a bigger pause between the chanted incantations does she build up the courage to ask:

"Do you know what Kokkuri's story is? I'm not too uneducated when it becomes to yokai, and I get that kokkuri is like:" she mimes nodding up and down, "but I don't understand the connection between that and fortune-telling."

[incubabe]

Found it interesting that Diana had such a full-looking array, so of course we had to share.

She would be okay with your paranoia, Riley, but she would very much be concerned, so only half a sigil. She's also very well capable of taking care of herself, but she does have a very large support system that she calls upon regularly, so only half a sigil.

@apolytia got, uh, at least a sextuple bingo.

whuh?