#cypherlune

[cypherlune]

OPEN RP

Mission: Take down a group of HYDRA operatives that were spotted just outside NYC

Location: In a random gas station outside of NYC, 8:10pm EST

Evelyn had caught wind that there was a group of HYDRA operatives roaming New York City, and she had gone out to investigate. Despite her friend's warnings to not interact with HYDRA again, she had to do this. She couldn't stop until HYDRA was gone. She walked through the rain-soaked parking lot of the gas station, waiting to find you waiting for her. She had called you a couple hours earlier, telling her to meet you here. As she trudged through the puddles, she couldn't stop thinking about HYDRA. Why were they back? She'd never get the answer to that. She entered the gas station, brushing off her boots and letting her out of the tight high ponytail she had it in. Her brown locks falling over her shoulders. She pulls the teal strands of her hair to the front, and walks into the station. She saw you in the corner and walked over to you. She tapped a button on her bracelet, and her black and teal nanotech suit went back inside, revealing a baggy hoodie and leggings. "Thanks for not being late." She said kindly, walking up to you in the corner. @serenastark-official @your-fav-russian-assassin @the-good-redheaded-witch @the-best-duck-tamer @luna-draven-barnes @goddess-of-birds @alliestatefanficworld @little-lost-prince @backupwintersoldier

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Problems Start When You Take Sideroads

Chapter one of 100 shades of Blue

This is just her beginning to be with HYDRA, and how they took her :) TW: Blood and limb severing

It was supposed to be a normal day. Evelyn was in the car with her adoptive parents, on her way to the arcade for her 9th birthday party. It was pretty far, as their mansion was in the middle of nowhere, for privacy. She’d been living with Mr. And Mrs. Lune for 7 years now, ever since her plane to Florida with her real parents was crashed in North Carolina. They had adopted her into their wealthy family, and she’d lived a mostly happy life since. Her older sister, well, her adoptive parent’s daughter, Rory, had decided to stay home and study instead of going to the party. Evelyn didn’t mind. And later on she was immensely glad Rory had chosen to do this. “Are we there yet?” Evelyn asked with a chipper voice, her French-Canadian accent dull, but noticeable. She’d been born in Niagara Falls, Canada, and had lived in Montreal until she was two. French was her first language, but she spoke English and Spanish equally well. This was a result of her biological parents being French Canadian and Latina. Two languages learnt before English. What a plus to her already gifted mind. “Not yet Evy” Her adoptive mother, Kendra, said softly. She turned back to face the little Evelyn, who’s shoulder-length messy brown hair was blown in her face. “Oh sweetie. Your hair is so messy! I’ll have to brush it when we get to the arcade” Kendra said with a chuckle. Her adoptive dad, Jason, was at the wheel, and looked back to see her hair for a brief moment. “Oh yes, we’ll definitely have to brush that Evy.” He said with a laugh. “But I don’t want you to brush it! I can do it myself.” “Evelyn Lune, you have to look somewhat presentable for the party! We can’t have you running around looking disheveled. It’s a disgrace to your fathers company.”

Her mother sighed. This was a regular occurrence. She refused to have anyone but herself brush her hair. Evelyn was mature for her age, but was a ticking time bomb of energy. She was so unpredictable at times. As they turn to drive onto a sideroad, Evelyn smiles at her mother as she turns to look out front again. She was happy. This would be such an amazing party, all her friends were coming, and it was at an arcade, which was a plus. They drive down the sideroad. All was well. Until it wasn’t. Evelyn felt a strong force shove her car to the side, forcing the car to do several rolls across the pavement into a ditch. She screamed for help. When she opened her eyes, her car was upside down, she had been thrown out of the car in the commotion. She felt blood run down her right hand and took a look. Her hand was gone. She screamed in pain. She had never seen, felt, or heard anything like that force on her car. She got up on shaky legs and went to check the car to see if her parents were still alive. “Mom? Dad? Please….” She begged. But she collapsed on the dirt. Her legs were weak. She didn’t have a right hand, and her face hurt. No, everything hurt, not just her face. “Please…. Not you guys too….” She said, tears rolling down her face in agony. She’d just lost her other parental figures. What more could she lose? Her vision was blurring slowly, but the last thing she saw before her world went dark were two people in black tactical gear standing over her. All she heard was, “Pack her up. We could use young blood for the program.”

“Are the adults dead?” The other guy said in a raspy voice.

“Yep. Mission complete”

“Pick up the kid. She can’t be their blood. Must be adopted. Doesn’t look anything like them”

And then her vision went dark.

[cypherlune]

What If? Open RP

What If The Blue Beam somehow took control of Evelyn again? ︵‿︵‿୨♡୧‿︵‿︵ Context: The Blue Beam is an Alter Ego that HYDRA gave Evelyn to have better control of her. They implanted a chip behind her left ear that with the correct code, the Blue Beam would be brought out, and would be loyal to whoever activated her. When Evelyn was rescued by Steve Rogers and Wanda Maximoff in 2015, she took the time to rescramble the code, so only she would know it. But since Evelyn knows the code and can think it, The Blue Beam is still in her head. Most of the time Evelyn can restrain it. But sometimes, she comes out. The Blue Beam is loyal to whoever says the code, unless its Evelyn, because she despises Evelyn. When the Blue Beam is in control, Evelyn can see, feel, and think everything she does. But she cannot control herself and is forced to watch from her subconcious.

Evelyn had just come back from a long mission. She had gone alone, because she knew she'd be able to do it. You saw that she was tired, but you knew better than to talk to her when she was like this. She could sometimes be erratic and unpredictable. She had completed the mission successfully of course. She almost never failed missions. Evelyn goes to the kitchen to get some food, and you could see something was up. She wasn't normally this quiet. "Evelyn?" You ask quietly. She doesn't answer, and when she turns to face you while shes walking with her food, you see she's having some form of internal struggle in her head. You knew her other side was still in her head, but you thought she had control. You see her eyes flicker with a teal energy in them for just a moment. You'd never seen her like this. She sat down and began to eat her sandwich. Suddenly she stopped eating, and just looked straight ahead. The brunette didn't say anything when you came to check on her. You could tell she wasnt herself. When you touched her shoulder, she turned to look at you with wild eyes. Not her eyes. The eyes of someone you and her thought was under control. "What". She says in a very prominent French-Canadian accent. You knew that accent. Her other side had it. You stepped back as she got up to face you. tags: @random-hufflepuff-marvel-girl @goddess-of-birds @over-bi-the-wayside @luna-draven @hydrabucky Tag more people!

[cypherlune]

Evelyn's 28th Birthday Party!

It was Evelyn’s birthday. She hadn’t told you until a couple days before, and she had honestly forgotten about it. So It kind of surprised you when you got an invite in your email, inviting you to her party. She had labeled it as a semi-formal event, stating, “You can wear pajamas if you want”. But you decided to look somewhat nice, just to make her happy. She has decorated her very large penthouse apartment in downtown Manhattan, to be in all of her favourite colours. Blacks, turquoises, and teals adorned the house, which left you wondering how the hell she decorated it all on her own. Truth is she didn’t, she had her friend Kloe help her, her spider-powers making it much easier to decorate. Neon blue lights and black balloons decorated the area, confetti and streamers strewn everywhere. Music was playing loudly on the speakers.

One of Evelyn’s cats, Mavis, was sitting on the DJ table, her tail flicking as she ‘supervised’ the party. Evelyn hadn’t appeared yet, so you just walked in, and noticed the huge table that was adorned with hundreds of types of food, most of them Evelyn’s favourites. There were about 20 boxes of pizza on part of it, paper plates at the bottom. Overall, it's a pretty well planned out party, and you are just waiting for Evelyn to show. 

Tags (no pressure) : @stareyeofficial @serenastark-official @lenas-baby-sis @your-fav-russian-assassin (any acc) @chaoscoordinator-13 (any acc) @luna-draven-barnes @hydrabucky @iwasmadetobeasoldier @oh-to-be-a-murderer @the-best-duck-tamer @thund3randrain @crazyinlovewithmarvel @itzzkaylaaa @we-love-redwing @maggiemelodies09 @goddess-of-birds @multiverse-peterbparker @little-lost-prince @the-best-black-widow (and anyone who wants to join!)

[cypherlune]

Open Post

Evelyn had been issued a mission, and she was going to do it. She was being paid to do this, and it was a pretty good pay too. The mission was simple: take out a base of operatives that are plotting to take over a part of the city, and Evelyn was paid to stop them. She flew to Tokyo, Japan, not realizing you were also on the quinjet she was driving. When she landed, she immediately started moving towards her point, silently moving through the shadows. Her movements are quick and precise, but she has the sense that she is being followed. It was you, but she didn’t know that it was specifically you. But she kept moving, her sniper in hand, even though her powers could easily take people out. As she approached the back alley that led to the building where she was supposed to kill these people, she heard you rustle behind her, and she immediately spun around to face you. “Who?- Oh. Just you.” She sighs, tapping her earpiece so her nanotech black mask and goggles come down from her face and back into the earpiece, so you can see her. “Why are you here? You stalking’ me?”

tags: @lenas-baby-sis @serenastark-official @goddess-of-birds @narwhals-randomness (any account) @chaoscoordinator-13 (any acc) @iwasmadetobeasoldier @stareyeofficial @thund3randrain (any acc) @luna-draven-barnes @the-best-black-widow @multiverse-peterbparker @th3blackcatt (of course these are no pressure! Interact if you want!)

[cypherlune]

Open RP

Tw: mention of alcohol and like implied mental issues?

Evelyn found it so easy to get lost in the moment sometimes. Problems would arise, and she would deal with them. It was her job, after all. But sometimes it was just such a monotonous routine that she had to follow. Whenever she couldn’t sleep, she’d be up in her room at her work desk, dealing with some tech thing and drinking alcohol or coffee, and sometimes both. Her nightmares were relentless. Way back when, she’d developed a device to help her when she was having a nightmare. A device that went on both of her hands, as even her metal hand can conduct her powers. A device that would completely if not totally restrict all use of her powers. This was because during her worst nightmares, she would accidentally injure herself with her abilities. So the gloves kept the power contained.

Eventually, the power bursts in the middle of the night stopped. So she put the gloves away, never to be seen again. But recently, her nightmares have been particularly bad. She has been up for days. Not sleeping at all. After all, she’ll just end up in the same place as always. Back in the spiral of her worst fears. So she stays up tinkering, building, coding. Anything to keep her mind off of the nightmares. So she went to find the gloves again. Because she accidentally blew up her wall in a nightmare, she has a scratch on her neck. It will definitely scar. But she doesn’t care. She found the gloves, and has them on at all times. You don’t know why, but they seem to be restricting something. She often winces in pain when she has to move, and you notice her tense-ness. She also has been less lively, her conversations short and only happening when she has to. She clearly has not slept either. Eventually, you decide to confront her about this, worried for her health. 

tags: @narwhals-randomness @chaoscoordinator-13 @thebetterhawkeyexo @serenastark-official @goddess-of-birds @stareyeofficial @iwasmadetobeasoldier @lenas-baby-sis @whosafraidoflittleoldme17 @th3blackcatt @the-best-black-widow (not forcing of course!)

[cypherlune]

OPEN RP

PSA: This RP is a part one of a 3 part open RP series over the next.... two weeks? Yes Evelyn might forget some of you... because ✨angst✨. This RP will be doing a really deep dive into her backstory, which does contain some trauma and stuff. So uhhhh yeah. The Blue Beam may make a short appearance too. Enjoy! TW: mention of Abuse --------------------------------------------------- You hadn't heard from Evelyn for almost 2 weeks now. This wasn't super unusual, because sometimes she was on a really covert mission or fixated on work. But she always told you when she was gonna disappear. Not always why, but she'd always tell you. And something told you that this was different. You had searched her room, asked the Avengers to keep tabs on her apartment back in North Carolina (her old adoptive parents house), and still nothing. You were getting worried. But you knew that she was strong. [Timeskip to about 1 week earlier] Evelyn had known this day would come someday. The day when her longtime captors would come for her eventually. And catch her. Why did she have to be tired at that moment? All these thoughts rushed through her head as HYDRA scientists surrounded the room and prepared something. She knew what they were going to try to do. Extract the code from her head if she didn't tell them. . "Hello petit fille." Her old handler sneers in her face. God she hated him. The years of harrassment and pain from him clearly showed in her eyes. She stared back up at him, her teal eyes shining with determination. "You know I wont just give you the code." She said, trying to be brave. "Oh we know." Her handler said with a wicked grin, stepping back to let the scientists strap her in. They didn't manage to get the code out of her head, but they managed to wipe all of her memories. Only her HYDRA conditioning remained. Not the Blue Beam, (though HYDRA will call her that) but Evelyn, working for HYDRA. She began doing work almost immediately. Their best assassin now under their control again. [back to normal] You got news from someone on how there was an assassin going around killing people as of late. You groaned. You knew what this meant. She was back, and you couldn't stop her. If you could break through the Blue Beam mind control.... no. This is different. Not the Alter ego. You immediately pack up your stuff, a small backpack and put your suit on to look for her. You find her in an alleyway, just finishing up an assassination. She had her back turned to you, suit in stealth mode (the glowing turquoise on her suit is dimmed to a dark teal) and her hood up. "Evelyn?" You whisper quietly. Hoping somewhere in there she was there. [part one, part two in like 4 days after everyones Rp'd with this one] tags: @the-good-redheaded-witch @crazyinlovewithmarvel (idk what rp blog u wanna use so) @serenastark-official @hydrabucky @thebestmerc-1 @over-bi-the-wayside @goddess-of-birds @little-lost-prince @luna-draven @nadia-stark-official @your-fav-russian-assassin @alliestatefanficworld tag others and feel free to join if you want (even ppl who have never interacted)

[cypherlune]

Open RP

Evelyn hadn't been sleeping. Her mind was too awake. She couldn't think properly when she tried to rest. Her mind just wouldn't turn off. The nightmares wouldn't stop. They'd harass her in her sleep. The Nightmares were terrifying, so she didn't sleep to avoid them. So she worked. She spent most of her days in the lab of her apartment, surrounded by her three cats who would pester her relentlessly, but not ruin her work. She had built so many things that she couldn't even come up with new ideas. But eventually, she did. She spent all night up and awake, staying awake on coffee and energy drinks. People tried to get her to go to sleep when they came over to visit, but she wouldn't listen. She'd just wave off their comments about the bags under her eyes, or how tired she looked. But eventually, she stopped contacting you through text or calls, and that was abnormal. You tried spamming her phone, but to no avail. So you chose to come visit her in her apartment, and didn't even bother knocking. When you barged in she rolled her eyes from the couch, where she was watching something. She clicked it off and rose up from the couch with a stretch. "You could've at least shot me a text"

Tags: @hufflepuffavenger @narwhals-randomness (you can choose which account you wanna rp) @serenastark-official @backupwintersoldier @ghostcat58 @lunamarvels @the-best-duck-tamer @goddess-of-birds @multifandomer537 @multiverse-peterbparker @hydrabucky @stareyeofficial @crazyinlovewithmarvel @alliestatefanficworldand @thund3randrain and anyone else who wishes to rp!