"Treasure chest opened! You acquired Blue Pet Friendly Dye"
Cora looked between the dye, to Blake, and back again with as flat an expression as her face could manage in its current form.
“No. I refuse. Pink cat stays pink, thank you very much.” She said as she got up and began to walk away. It seemed as though Blake had different plans in mind.
“Blake, you keep away from me with that!” Said the mostly-not-panicked cat as the faunus girl stepped towards her with a grin, “I’m serious! Blake I will shed all over your bed, don’t test me here!”
No such luck it seemed, as Blake had not stopped, or even slowed her stride at the threat. Cora continued to back away from her with flattened ears, looking about the room for an escape route.
Window, locked. Door, shut. Could she smash through the wall without drawing too much attention? No, the walls were reinforced, she remembered from when Nora tried to expand the JNPR dorm with Magnhild.
Before she could think any further, Blake had nabbed her, and was headed to the dorm bathroom. Cora squirmed and writhed in her arms, “This is animal cruelty ! say!” as the door closed behind them, trapping the pair of felines in the lenoleum prison.
2 hours later found a sulking royal blue Cora laying in Weiss’s bed and a smug Blake reading a series that she wasn’t quite so bitter about “Coniah” revealing the existence of to her teammates.
Cora supposed she could have absorbed the dye and returned to her original colour, but it just tasted like chemical and even thinking about it made her gag. She turned to glare at her attacker, “I will get you back for this, I hope you know that.”
Blake hummed in response and turned a page, “Don’t be so overdramatic. Take your punishment with dignity.”
“Hard to say. On one hand, Blake is… was an important part of my life for a good year or so …. hell we even went on a few dates here and there, but then Beacon fell.” Cora’s eyes hardened at that, “And she disappeared. No doubt because of Adam, the damn bull played me for a fool making me think he cared about her as anything more than a trophy. I suppose on one hand I understand, but on the other, she should have trusted in her team and I, or at the very least left a fucking note. As it stands, I think I hate her, for what she’s done to help tear down the confidence and trust that her friends have built up with her in their life.”
Send “Sniff Sniff” and My Muse will say what scent reminds them of Your Muse..
“Tuna.” said the shifter flatly, before cracking a smile after a moment, “But in all honestly, there are a lot of things that remind me of my favourite kitty. Geraniums and Hyacinth, for one, but She has this scent of lavender about her that I’ll never be able to think of anything else when I smell it.”
“Also, I don’t want to forget the smell of cat, that’s a pretty big one … Steel amd sweat … the list is endless really.”
Kraken stared back at the furious girl before them from behind their helm, glowing yellow eyes unblinking. At first they didn’t answer, instead simply leaning down to rip a throwing knife from between the eyes of their target. Marigold something or other. There was a wet squelch as it was wrenched from the lion’s flesh that had long since stopped putting a shiver up their spine.
“How could I do this?” They repeated back, hollow voice evident even through the modulation, “That’s a stupid question. She had a price that caught my attention.” The Mercenary shrugged as they cleaned the blade with a wipe from their hand and tucked it into a slot in their armour.
“But that begs the question, what are you doing here? I figured runaways would stay, you know, away.”
Send ✖ and my muse will reveal to yours how they see themself dying.
Cora raised a brow curiously at her girlfriend’s odd question, easily masking the painful memory of a thousand failed attempts running through her mind with an inquisitive expression.
“Kind of a morbid thought, don’t you think?” she asked, “I hadn’t really thought about it before, y’know? Since my Semblance pretty much keeps me runnin’ no matter what’s thrown at me.” She looked to the ceiling and scratched her cheek in thought.
“It’d have to be a pretty big explosion, I think, something that would obliterate both my brain and my backup in one go…. but even that might not be a permanent thing. Heh, like it or not it looks like you’re stuck with me forever.” The shifter punctuated her words by leaning down and nuzzling Blake between the ears.
((I preface this with the disclaimer that I absolutely love these games))
((also, under a read-more because this got a bit out of hand.))
Cora looked at the box art with a raised brow. “So this is like anime meets disney?” she asked to no one in particular, “Can’t be that hard, might as well.”
She set the disc into the old system and started up a new game and watched through a possibly important intro animatic to the tune of a song she could already tell was soon to be in her top 5 favourites of all time. The graphics were actually pretty damn good, for being an older gen game.
Aaaaand now she was on some kind of stained glass disney pedastal in the middle of a void. A voiceless narrative asked her to make a choice between a sword, shield, or staff. ‘Who wouldn’t pick the sword?’ she thought to herself, jumping onto it to claim it. Or at least tried to, if she could get the camera to cooperate.
“Oh come on, who the hell maps jump to the square button?!” she asked irritatedly after a bit of experimentation.
ten minutes later, she was fighting the physical embodiment of ‘fuck that.shit’, swinging her sword, and odd button allocation aside, she was getting into it. It was a fairly easy bossfight, seeing as she was only at the very beginning, but she couldn’t help but feel it was still a satisfying victory.
And then she was on a beach, being startled by a little redheaded girl. It was such a wild contrast to the mood set, she had to pause and thumb through the little manual to see if she had somehow ended up playing a different game. A brief exerpt told her that yes, this was part of the game.
She sighed, but powered on anyway. Hopefully it would be a brief section.
An hour later, she was ready to tear her hair out. “WHERE IS THAT LAST BLOODY MUSHROOM?!!” she yelled, her eyes shifting red in her anger. She had no idea how this game had garnered the praise that it had, what with the repetetive music, misleading intro, and a stupidly difficult fetch quest. She had retrieved everything else, the seagull eggs, the coconuts, the water, everything. But the mushroom, by god the last mushroom she needed was going to be the cause of half of beacon being mysteriously destroyed by a mysterious person with mysterious powers.
Luckily for Beacon, Cora eventually did stumble across the elusive fungus, and she progressed to the next part, most of the goodwill she had built up dribbling out of her ears like water 3 hours after returning from the lake.
“OH COME ON! WHY CAN’T I HIT THE LITTLE- Hold on, the fuck’s happening?” and finally, she recieved the giant novelty key sword thing boasted on the box. Well, no matter, stupid looking or not, it let her kill the damn things, a fact she was willing to trumpet from Beacon’s highest tower at at this point. She found her character’s friend and ended up doing a noticabley more difficult repeat of the first boss she encountered, but managed to defeat it after a couple tries, “Fuckin’ finally. Thought I’d be stuck on that fuckin’ beach forever.”
She entered Traverse town, and mostly ignored the appearances of various disney characters as she wandered around in a pace that was just slightly slower than was acceptable, searching for more monsters to kill. It took a slightly unintuitive approach, but she was soon on her way, destroying little knight creatures as efficiently as she could, taking a hit here or there. Simple as it was, now that the combat had reappeared, she was having a mostly good time, even the unbeatable miniboss with the dude in leather was enjoyable, if a little irritating from how condescending he was being.
Aaaaand wow, this cutscene is taking awhile. Cora checked to see if perhaps there was a way to skip forward. No such luck. She humphed and drummed her fingers on her lap. For a game with such unreal praise, it sure was slow moving. She’d been sitting here almost 4 hours now, and she hadn’t even made it to the first actual Disney level. It was a bit funny watching Donald getting smashed into a wall though, in a meatheaded slapstick sort of way.
“Okay, fuck these things I guess.” she said, deciding to just run after having killed dozens of the things with no real end in sight, “BEEP BEEP, comin’ through, assholes!”
a few more false starts, and she collided with Donald and Goofy for another miniboss. Or a regular boss, she wasn’t sure. Either way, it went down easily enough with the three of them working together. Or well, the two of them plus Goofy, who seemed intrigued by a nearby wall.
“I can go places now? FUCKING FINALLY.”
“Okay what the fuck. I didn’t sign up for space harrier, what is this.”
“Yeah! Tarzan level!” she whooped and pumped her fist into the air, Tarzan being one of her favourite disney movies. She didn’t even care that she’d been separated from her allies, she was in Tarzan world!
“What. What is this. is this hell? what the shit.” Her voice had lost all enthusiasm as she faced off against yet another boss, an invisible one with an irritatingly destructive long range attack, “Nope, I refuse to get pissed off at you, you aren’t ruining Tarzan for me, ya giant prick lizard.”
“FUCK YOU CLAYTON”
A few worlds later, and several levels higher, Cora was finally getting into the swing of things, finding herself more of spellcaster than anything. She was about to enter the giant whale when she took a glance at the clock. It was tomorrow already. She had been playing for 20 hours straight.
“I… think I’ll put this up for now.” she said, feeling the effects of her marathon of gaming all at once as she stood up and stretched, several loud pops escaping her as she did. She did a quick save and shut it down before heading back to Beacon. The girls were probably wondering where their cat had gone, anyway.
"Treasure Chest Opened! You Acquired Several Dozen Cans of Tuna!"
The Shifter stared down into the chest with a scowl. She was willing to bet that this was some kind of gift from some hopeful secret admirer or another that had seen her ears when ‘Coniah’ had been to visit. ‘Oh, she’s a cat faunus, she’s gotta love tuna, right?’ She blew a raspberry and shut it again. Just because she very much did like tuna didn’t mean she would validate their ideas about race.
Though on the other hand, she was pretty hungry … NO! No she wouldn’t cave like she always did! She shook her head to clear it and glared in the opposite direction and tried to think of other things. Like Cockroaches. Or the sensation of stepping in a puddle in socks.
Her stomach growled.
Cora bit her lip and glanced back at the chest and nibbled on her lower lip. There weren’t any cameras in the dorms, right? she could get away with a single can, no one had to know she had taken it.
Several hours later, RWBY returned from their classes to find ‘Coniah passed out facedown in the center of at least 40 empty tins. When she awoke from her little food coma, she’d be ashamed at herself, but for now she regretted nothing
Because I’m an idiot who mixes up their memes, here’s what should have been posted last night
Send ☭ for a vs. battle quote to your muse
for faunus-4-life. I can do another one with her in her right mind if you want, but the idea of feral Cora struck me and I had to roll with it.
Battle Theme: Cleric Beast
Battle intro: Cora simply roars, dark lines running up and down her body as her claws sharpen and bladed tendrils sprout from her back, her arms lengthen and her legs become more animal-like. It seems she’s been dosed with GrimmBlood again. You better run, Blake.
Victory: She stands over her defeated prey triumphantly, screeching into the night that she has been victorious before snatching Blake in her tendrils and spiriting her off to some cave or other, where she wraps herself around the faunus and purrs, grooming her while she waits for Blake to wake up so that they may play. Now that the battle for dominance had been won, the beast was free to enjoy being with her chosen mate.
Defeat: Cora hisses as she retreats into herself, keeping low to display her submission clearly. She had lost, It was Blake’s call what to do next, and Cora would have no choice but to follow along without complaint. Such was the position of the submissive.
Taunt: Mostly just a series of Growls that may or may not resemble snickering as she circles Blake
Reacting to Taunt: her head tilts in confusion, one ear raised curiously. She isn’t sure what Blake meant, or even what she said, really, but she can’t help but get riled up from it anyway, her claws digging into the ground just a bit more eagerly
Tie: Cora lays next to the exhausted faunus with a huff. How was she supposed to determine the dominant if neither won the bout?
Perfect Victory: The Creature that was Cora pranced about in joy. She won! She won she won she wooooon~! There was no question of her dominance, Bake hadn’t even laid a finger on her the whole way through, which made the Shifter swell with pride. She was so excited that she couldn’t even bring herself to take the faunus to her cove, instead choosing to lay on top of her and lick up and down her face excitedly
Final Finisher: The two were fairly evenly matched, Blake’s agility vs Cora’s lowered mental state meant that she could avoid the onslaught of tendrils and claws, if only just barely, and even managing to throw a few strikes at Cora as well. Until just one misstep, a slight pothole hidden in the grass that caused her to falter, gave the tendrils the opening they needed, wrapping around Blake and lifting her into the air before slamming her down onto the ground, and rising again. The first managed to knock all the air from her lungs, and the second, stronger blow ensured Cora’s victory as stars exploded in Blake’s eyes as she lost consciousness.
- - TAG QUOTES - -
Assist: Blake was in a bit over her head, nigh on a hundred Grimm surrounding her and Aura dwindling alarmingly quickly. She dodged a swipe from an Ursa with a backflip, shooting it in the eyes as she did so with Gambol Shroud. There was no time to celebrate though, the screech of a Nevermore alerted her to yet another threat to take care of. She fended off a few more Beowolves before a rain of feathers forced her to retreat. Straight into a Deathstalker. A swipe of its claws knocked the weapons from Blake’s hand before its stinger flew towards her. Blake instinctively shut her eyes tightly, but the blow never landed. Instead, a new roar was heard, as well as the horrible screech of a dying grimm as the Deathstalker was punctured over and over again. She opened her eyes to see a strange creature standing in front of her, writhing tendrils sprouted from its back like the tails on a Kitsune and claws sharp enough to slice through even a Nevermore’s thick feathers. Her eyes trailed upward to see a snarled and tangled mane of pink hair. Her eyes widened as she realized what it was, “C-Cora?” she asked incredulously. The beast turned to look at her with shining purple eyes surrounded by thin black lines before returning to defending Blake with a ferocity unmatched by any human she had seen(sans Neo, thought Blake was unsure if the tiny woman qualified).
Your muse down during Assist: Cora snarled and spat at the surrounding Huntsmen as she stood over her fallen Mate. The men had mistaken her for a Grimm, and thought to kill off this new breed of monster before it could reproduce. Unfortunately, Blake had been nearby at the time, rushing to Cora’s aid. It was a valiant effort, but even as skilled as she was, Blake couldn’t fend off an entire team of fully grown Hunters for long, and ended up taking a slash across the back after only a few minutes of combat. An inhuman shriek pierced the air as it happened, though not from Blake, and the Hunters covered their ears and winced at the high-pitched sound. It was the only warning they’d get before their rifleman, a rather scrawny blonde fellow with green eyes, took a tendril right through the chest
Using item on your muse: N/A. Feral Cora lacks the fine motor skills and intellect to administer any sort of medical tools.
Healing/Buffing your muse: A rather predatory smile is sat on the creatures face as she wraps her tendrils around her Mate, her fangs glinting in the moonlight. She always did have a rather aggressive Aura, even healing herself involved destroying what was broken and replacing it with fresh material, but when she had GrimmBlood coursing through her veins? One would be hardpressed to find a more destructive nature outside the Grimm themselves. She pushed her Aura into Blake’s limbs, infusing them with power and encasing them in a dark purple energy. When she let go, Blake seemed almost like a new person, her faunus features exagerated and her muscles more defined. She looked over the hoard ahead of them with slitted pupils before drawing Gambol Shroud. She crouched, and disappeared, reappearing in the middle of the pack of Beowolves, 3 already decapitated before they could even react. Cora just watched proudly as her Kitten became the Beautiful predator she was always born to be.
Tag Team Special: Cora soon jumped into the Pack herself, unwilling to let Blake have all the fun, and tearing into a Beowolf’s throat with her teeth, swallowing down a mouthful of blood as she did, poisonous to most, but intoxicatingly addictive to the World-Walker.
