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Voltron: Legendary Defender OC RP
additional One Punch Man verse (was formerly an OPM RP only)
Roleplay Experience: more than 2 years
Crossover/OC friendly
Mun is over 18
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(undefinite) Hiatus notice
Due to moving far, far away (ye, out of Austria) I’ll have no proper internet access, nor a computer till the begin of May. I still have WiFi on the weekend, before we go to live at our grandparents for 2 weeks. I might peek in with mobile internet.
Knocking with the same hand, Webby called out to her. “Vijaya, It’s me, Webby, and there’s also Pineapple with me. Since you missed out on Christmas, we got you some late presents. Can we come in?”
Vijaya stood up from her bed and wearily paced to her living quarter’s door, opening it. She looked with a tired glance, still weakened from the past occurences, at the webcomic counterpart of her brother and then over to the clone.
“Hey, guys! Nice to see you again. How are you two?” Vijaya asked them and smiled softly. After a few seconds she noticed, both were holding stuff. “For me? That’s so kind of you two! Sure, come in.”
Webby smiled softly. “Hello. Are you feeling better? Emotionally I mean.“ He glanced at her tired eye. “I can assume it’s still getting to you.” The cyclops held the cake in one hand, and placed it on her head. “Please go to your bed, and rest. We can sit one the couch.” His hand moved to be placed reassuringly on her shoulder. “Okay?”
“You’re welcome.” He said, turning the younger alien around. Slowly he ushered Vijaya back to her bed. “ Where do you want me to set this? It’s strawberry cake as well. We got it in F-City.”
“It’s fine, it’s getting better from day to day.” Vijaya answered and sat on her bed. “You can place these things here on this table.” the cyclops pointed to a table next to her bed.
“F-City? That’s where the Kyoto clones live. Did you visit them?”
Knocking with the same hand, Webby called out to her. “Vijaya, It’s me, Webby, and there’s also Pineapple with me. Since you missed out on Christmas, we got you some late presents. Can we come in?”
Vijaya stood up from her bed and wearily paced to her living quarter’s door, opening it. She looked with a tired glance, still weakened from the past occurences, at the webcomic counterpart of her brother and then over to the clone.
“Hey, guys! Nice to see you again. How are you two?” Vijaya asked them and smiled softly. After a few seconds she noticed, both were holding stuff. “For me? That’s so kind of you two! Sure, come in.”
//mun has passed the final exam. Hiatus is over now.
//I'll set this blog on hiatus until Jan 22nd, because the final exam.
Please reblog this is if you would rp with trans muses.
I see a lot of people unwilling to rp with me because my muse is trans, and because of that I feel nobody in the rp community ever will. So, yeah, reblog if you would rp with trans muses (nonbinary muses included).
The cyclops knocked on the door. "Vijaya." He called out to her through the cell. "We're here." -Webby
Vijaya rose her head. Hearing these familiar voices made her smile.
“Hey, guys.” she greeted them with a weakened voice. “I can count on you so much, thank you!”
Webby backed away from the door. “Piney, You go in first. After all you have her pain medication.”
“Welcome back, Vijaya.” He waved at her. “You’re welcome. Just wait and we will get you out. Right, @pineappleborossuggestions.”
The clone unlocks the heavy door of this high security cell and walks in. “Hey, Vi. We’re so sorry for this all.”
Boros walks over to the stretcher and unlocks the restrains, freeing the young woman.
Webby walked to the weakened woman. He wrapped his arms around Vijaya. “Yes we are.” Replying with that, he patted Vijaya on the head. “And please don’t feel sorry for what you did to me.”
Vijaya leaned to Webby’s chest, clawed his shirt softly and began to cry. She was crying of the pain and anger, yes, she was angry about this being, who brought filth over her name. “T-thank you s-so much. For rescueing me.” Her voice was incoherent because of her sobbing.
He just squeezed her softly. Webby raked his claws through her hair. Shushing her sobbing a bit, he cupped her chin and pulled her gaze to him. “There’s no need to thank us, okay? Besides the situation with the other you is done. She’s not here.” After that, he picked her up in a cradling fashion.
“Piney, can you go give her the medicine now?”
Piney took out one of these syringes and softly grabbed Vi’s arm. He injected the strong medication. “So, lets put her into her bed. She needs to sleep it all off now.”
Webby pulled Vijaya closer to him after the shot. “I understand, then again… nevermind.” He turned around and left the prison part of the ship.
He took Vijaya to her room. Boros set her on the bed. “Vijaya do you need me to stay with you? Just in case of a nightmare?”
“When you want, sure. I have a couch in my room. You can sleep on it.” answered Vijaya in a drowsy tone. Then she fell asleep.
The cyclops knocked on the door. "Vijaya." He called out to her through the cell. "We're here." -Webby
Vijaya rose her head. Hearing these familiar voices made her smile.
“Hey, guys.” she greeted them with a weakened voice. “I can count on you so much, thank you!”
Webby backed away from the door. “Piney, You go in first. After all you have her pain medication.”
“Welcome back, Vijaya.” He waved at her. “You’re welcome. Just wait and we will get you out. Right, @pineappleborossuggestions.”
The clone unlocks the heavy door of this high security cell and walks in. “Hey, Vi. We’re so sorry for this all.”
Boros walks over to the stretcher and unlocks the restrains, freeing the young woman.
Webby walked to the weakened woman. He wrapped his arms around Vijaya. “Yes we are.” Replying with that, he patted Vijaya on the head. “And please don’t feel sorry for what you did to me.”
Vijaya leaned to Webby’s chest, clawed his shirt softly and began to cry. She was crying of the pain and anger, yes, she was angry about this being, who brought filth over her name. “T-thank you s-so much. For rescueing me.” Her voice was incoherent because of her sobbing.
The cyclops knocked on the door. "Vijaya." He called out to her through the cell. "We're here." -Webby
Vijaya rose her head. Hearing these familiar voices made her smile.
“Hey, guys.” she greeted them with a weakened voice. “I can count on you so much, thank you!”
“I might have fallen asleep again.”
“Damn, why does everything hurt? Huh, what is this? Why I am in this strait jacket and all? What?!” Vijaya was confused. What did happen? Did she get captured by space pirates? Did she lost?
Vijaya tried to sense a familiar mind. Yeah, she was surrounded by so much familiar minds. Her crew! Piney! Webby!
She focused on Webby’s mind. “Help me! Please!”
The being rolled in the spare room’s bed. His head were dug into his hair, clawing his scalp. He was curled up into a ball. With the looks of it, Boros was definitely not resting. Vijaya did do a number on him. By all the things he had pushed back, Vijaya had released them back in his thoughts. Since she did, Boros just been reliving those dead memories. Each and every one of his gruesome killings played back like a broken record in his mind.
But through all the desperate pleas by kids and parents alike, he heard familiar one: Vijaya’s. It sounded so genuine of a plea from his Vijaya. However, he wouldn’t be tricked. It wasn’t her. He was sure of it.
“No! You have to think for what you have done!” He hissed back at her in his mind before rolling to lay on his other side.
“No! You have to think for what you have done!”
This sentence. It repeated in her head many times. Vijaya got even more confused. What has she done? She looked down on the floor with a teary eye. The cyclops rose her heavy head and looked at the door’s metal surface. A reflection of herself was to see. Vijaya could see her eye was red from the tears she has been crying from the pain and her hair was tousled.
“L-listen to me, please! I don’t know what I have done. Really! Please, believe me!” her cry was desperate.
He waited her for to respond, painfully musing himself with those memories. Tossing and turning relentlessly in the bed, just to get a perfect spot. However, she was the only thing relieving him, although for a second, from the memories.
“Honestly you don’t know? Why don’t you go searching through my memories. If you’re able to do that.” He retorted harshly.
Vijaya widens her eye.
“O-okay. But I don’t know, if my powers are strong enough. This strait jacket seems to suppress them. But I’ll try.”
Vijaya concentrates on the recent memories. She knew the old ones. Webby and her have talked about this dark memory long time ago and decided to bury those demons. Suddenly, she saw a being, who looked like her. But with a cape. Vijaya growled, because that’s not her style. And she hates capes!
Then she saw, what this evil being with her name did to him!
“No! I’d never do this! This being! No! This is not me!” Vijaya began to cry again, these memories she saw, amplified the pain in her entire body.
“I’m pretty sure you can do it.” He had no doubt that his or any version of her can do this. After all, Boros knew how powerful this being was. “The straitjacket is of the ship’s possession. Under my Vijaya’s.”
These memories plagued him ever since coming to a degree of sense. They were a root of many problems he had. Sharing them with very close friends has helped him greatly though, even Vijaya.
As he waited for her to respond back, he sat up. Reaching for a cup of water, he grabbed a bottle. Popping the bottle open, he shook a pill out. A caffeine pill. One of his problem was caffeine over take.
“Prove it.” He was skeptical of her. Who could blame him? “If you are not the villain and you’re my Vijaya, then prove.”
Vi sighed and took a deep breath. “Okay. My name is Vijaya and I’m the leader of the Intergalactic Freedom Fighters. My predecessor was Awrag. I took his place after he got killed by space pirates. I’m the younger and only sister of Lord Boros. I came to this planet to seek for him. In this time here, I have met Piney, a clone of my brother. I gave him shelter and accepted him as family. Then I have met a lot of other people, like you, the Kyoto clones, two children of Boros and many others.“ Vijaya sighed one more time and winced to the pain.
“I might have fallen asleep again.”
“Damn, why does everything hurt? Huh, what is this? Why I am in this strait jacket and all? What?!” Vijaya was confused. What did happen? Did she get captured by space pirates? Did she lost?
Vijaya tried to sense a familiar mind. Yeah, she was surrounded by so much familiar minds. Her crew! Piney! Webby!
She focused on Webby’s mind. “Help me! Please!”
The being rolled in the spare room’s bed. His head were dug into his hair, clawing his scalp. He was curled up into a ball. With the looks of it, Boros was definitely not resting. Vijaya did do a number on him. By all the things he had pushed back, Vijaya had released them back in his thoughts. Since she did, Boros just been reliving those dead memories. Each and every one of his gruesome killings played back like a broken record in his mind.
But through all the desperate pleas by kids and parents alike, he heard familiar one: Vijaya’s. It sounded so genuine of a plea from his Vijaya. However, he wouldn’t be tricked. It wasn’t her. He was sure of it.
“No! You have to think for what you have done!” He hissed back at her in his mind before rolling to lay on his other side.
“No! You have to think for what you have done!”
This sentence. It repeated in her head many times. Vijaya got even more confused. What has she done? She looked down on the floor with a teary eye. The cyclops rose her heavy head and looked at the door’s metal surface. A reflection of herself was to see. Vijaya could see her eye was red from the tears she has been crying from the pain and her hair was tousled.
“L-listen to me, please! I don’t know what I have done. Really! Please, believe me!” her cry was desperate.
He waited her for to respond, painfully musing himself with those memories. Tossing and turning relentlessly in the bed, just to get a perfect spot. However, she was the only thing relieving him, although for a second, from the memories.
“Honestly you don’t know? Why don’t you go searching through my memories. If you’re able to do that.” He retorted harshly.
Vijaya widens her eye.
“O-okay. But I don’t know, if my powers are strong enough. This strait jacket seems to suppress them. But I’ll try.”
Vijaya concentrates on the recent memories. She knew the old ones. Webby and her have talked about this dark memory long time ago and decided to bury those demons. Suddenly, she saw a being, who looked like her. But with a cape. Vijaya growled, because that’s not her style. And she hates capes!
Then she saw, what this evil being with her name did to him!
“No! I’d never do this! This being! No! This is not me!” Vijaya began to cry again, these memories she saw, amplified the pain in her entire body.
“I might have fallen asleep again.”
“Damn, why does everything hurt? Huh, what is this? Why I am in this strait jacket and all? What?!” Vijaya was confused. What did happen? Did she get captured by space pirates? Did she lost?
Vijaya tried to sense a familiar mind. Yeah, she was surrounded by so much familiar minds. Her crew! Piney! Webby!
She focused on Webby’s mind. “Help me! Please!”
The being rolled in the spare room’s bed. His head were dug into his hair, clawing his scalp. He was curled up into a ball. With the looks of it, Boros was definitely not resting. Vijaya did do a number on him. By all the things he had pushed back, Vijaya had released them back in his thoughts. Since she did, Boros just been reliving those dead memories. Each and every one of his gruesome killings played back like a broken record in his mind.
But through all the desperate pleas by kids and parents alike, he heard familiar one: Vijaya’s. It sounded so genuine of a plea from his Vijaya. However, he wouldn’t be tricked. It wasn’t her. He was sure of it.
“No! You have to think for what you have done!” He hissed back at her in his mind before rolling to lay on his other side.
“No! You have to think for what you have done!”
This sentence. It repeated in her head many times. Vijaya got even more confused. What has she done? She looked down on the floor with a teary eye. The cyclops rose her heavy head and looked at the door’s metal surface. A reflection of herself was to see. Vijaya could see her eye was red from the tears she has been crying from the pain and her hair was tousled.
“L-listen to me, please! I don’t know what I have done. Really! Please, believe me!” her cry was desperate.
“I might have fallen asleep again.”
“Damn, why does everything hurt? Huh, what is this? Why I am in this strait jacket and all? What?!” Vijaya was confused. What did happen? Did she get captured by space pirates? Did she lost?
Vijaya tried to sense a familiar mind. Yeah, she was surrounded by so much familiar minds. Her crew! Piney! Webby!
She focused on Webby’s mind. “Help me! Please!”
Vijaya woke up to her whole body aching. She noticed a light pressure on her chest, her hips and below her knees. Vijaya looked arround. She was in a cell, restrained to a vertical stretcher and in a strait jacket. “Damn it!” Vijaya struggled against these restrains, but it won’t bear fruits.
Webby went up behind her. "Hello, fuck-face Vijaya, how are you?"- Webster
The cyclops turned back. Her face turned angry, because of the term ‘fuck-face’. “How dare you to call me li-, oh, who do we have here? The ‘brother’ from another dimension!“ Vijaya began to snicker sinisterly.
He blinked at her. Seriously? A snicker? Then again this was the corrupted version of his Vijaya. “If you seriously are evil then work on your hearing skills. The only other possible person people can decide is Pineapple. Surprisingly, you had to turn around to look at me and you call yourself powerful. Pathetic.” Boros just shook his head at her. “Of course I’m your brother from another dimension.”
Speaking of siblings, He went up and backhanded the villain directed at the nose. Perfect sibling love…not.
Vijaya stepped back from the blow. She puts her hands on her nose, covering it. “Damn cannibal!“ she mumbled to herself.
“So, you want to try me out, huh?“ Vijaya yelled at him and lifted her hand. Her opponent got covered in pink glow and she tossed him against a wall.
He stood poised after hitting her. Keeping a pokerface, he shook his hand. “If I was still one, I would’ve bitten off my fingers by now.” Boros wouldn’t lie and say he wasn’t triggered.
“I wish. But I haven’t fought another one of species with telekinesis powers in quite some time.” After smashed right into the wall, he fell out. It was relatively similar to the beginning of his fight with Saitama. A sickening feeling of jealousy poured into him when he thought about fight. A feeling he haven’t had in a while.
He slapped his forehead to get focused. Boros stared at her, his pupil shrank to a near slit. Focusing on the being in front of him, Boros dashed across the room. Pulling back his fist, he grabbed Vijaya’s hair with his other and drove fist right into her gut. Once he released her hair, Boros proceeded to side kick her gut, with just only less momentum.
She fell on her knees and crouched down. Vi was holding her stomach, because this blow, he did, hurts a lot. The cyclops spat up a rather small amount of blood.
“Fuck!”
Vijaya looked at the small puddle of blood. “This is my blood! This bastard dared to spill it! I will end him!” went through her mind. She was really angry. It’s better to not spill her blood. If you want to be alive.
A sudden rush of rage flooded her body. She was covered in a red flaming aura in less than a second. Her iris began to glow neon green and her pupil shrank to a slit.
“Any last words?”
Boros looked at her with domineering look. Knowing how powerful Vijaya was, he wasn’t surprised at the lady puking out a puddle on that distinct rosy blood. After all, she was his counterpart’s sister, and only gods’ know about that strength level.
Speaking of power, the aura, or pheromones, Boros sensed from her changed. That deep navy blue aura he knew her to have usually, it turned in a light opacity of magenta. He shrugged this change off, including the red aura. “Pathetic. Do you really think you can defeat me? Even with that power change?”
“Do you really think, you scare me? Do you?” Vijaya hissed in a unnerved tone. “Time for a new tactic! I will show him, how cruelsome I can be!” the alien thought.
Vijaya slowly paced at him, like in their first encounter. This time, she unsheathes the sword, swung it in a fast circular motion through the air and points it towards Boros.
She focused on his mind. “I bet, you enjoyed this time as a being, who ate their own species!” She was sending this telepathically. Triggering her victims is her speciality. Vijaya grinned at him malevolently and slowly paces closer.
The cyclops was around two meters away from him. Suddenly, she slashed with her sword through the air.
“Die!”
His ear rose at the tone. Did he daunt her by his words? A sickening toothy smirk etched into his face. “You should listen to your voice.” He chuckled at her softly.
“Bravo, bravo, that motion of your unsheathing that sword reminds me of my younger days.” Boros cautiously backed away, keeping an eye on the sword. It was no use of trying to hide his past. He would at least dodge his trigger word to prevent panicking.
Boros widened his eye. He frantically backed up from her, for once again his chest tighten. His breath grew to become shaky, as his pupil dilated. The things he kept locked up, their back. Lowering his head, he started to shake, violently. Bending down, Boros struggling to breathe through his mouth and nose.
He glanced up, right at the double edged sword. With a shaky arm, Boros caught the sword at the tip. The blade had sliced through the calloused exoskeleton. His violet blood trickled from the wound.
Vijaya gazed at the dripping blood and smiled. “This is the way! He should bleed! Now I will make him bleed more!” she thought and snickered softly.
“You know, my sword is actually not an ordinary one.” Vijaya chuckled.
She tightens her grip on it’s hilt. “Dark Matter Release!” The blade’s color slowly changed from the usual silver to dark purple. Starting from the hilt to the tip. The ornament started to glow stronger.
Vijaya slowly twisted the sword. Just a simple sixty degrees clockwise.
Just what he needed: a larger wound. Once he tried to get away, something made him look once again. When she released the sword, Boros felt the gravity around the sword increase. Great, it was embedded into his hand.
He always had a feeling that sword of Vijaya’s was…off. The cyclops looked at blade point down to the shining purple ornament with a teary eye. Dark matter indeed. This was a truly special sword. Now, his only problem with the small gravitational pull sword.
That’s when he smirked. Why didn’t he think of that? He grabbed the sword, and with his strength, Boros yanked it away. “Honestly, you’re also fighting one of the most, if not second most, physically powerful being in the universe.” His voice was shaky and near incoherent. The larger one swiftly backed away with the blade still clutched in his hand, still unnerved from the swift mental torture.
Shaking his head vigorously once more, Boros grabbed the handle of this blade, and ripped it from his other. His face instantly contorted into a wince. “That stung more than it should.” He shook his hand, just shaking the blood off.
Boros swung the sword around. “Let’s see how much I remember about wielding a sword.” He glanced at the assassin. “Now, I’m uncertain about your relation with dark matter, but this’would be a more even fight. Do you agree?” The cyclops pointed the tip at her.
Vijaya stared at him with a widened eye. She couldn’t believe it! That her opponent has disarmed her.
The cyclops growled as she bared her sharp teeth at him. “How dare you?” she barked.
Her body was shaking. Not from fear, no, from the raging hate what dwells in her body. “There is something I would never do. Surrender to my stupid older brother or to one of his fucking counterparts! Not over my dead body!” hissed Vijaya at Boros. Vijaya also sealed the dark matter again.
Vijaya does not hesitate and with a sudden, she dashed at him. She pulled back her arm, made a fist and threw a punch towards Boros’ face.
“How dare me what? Taking your sword? Did you forget who I am, or used to be?” Boros replied nonchalantly. Her expression didn’t scare him at all.
The cyclops noticed the other’s quivering. Scared? He thought of that first, then he look at her eye. Hatred and anger. “Surrendering may be the best option however.” Boros looked at the blade when the very dark purple retreated back into the hilt, revealing the same sterling silver it originally was. “I must say however, this power of yours with dark matter, it’s marvelously interesting.”
He just took the punch. After all it didn’t hurt as much as his sliced hand, which had already stopped bleeding. Staggering back a bit, Boros rubbed his face for a second. Boros reached out instantly, placing his hand around the woman’s neck. Kicking her legs enough to push her down, he kept his grip around her neck. The being leaned over Vijaya in a domineering way, staring down at her. With his thumb over the front of her neck, he applied a small amount of force against her larynx. Still clutching the sword handle, he brought the blade up to the bare side of her neck, barely pressed against her skin.
“Do you surrender?”
Vijaya froze. “Shit!” shot through her mind. She felt the cold blade of her sword on her neck’s skin and the noticable pressure against her larynx. A tingling feeling was starting to rise up from her feet, followed by utter numbness. Her red aura and the glow of her iris vanished, the pupil got back to the usual round shape. She stared up in his eye.
“Asshole!” is all, what she want to yell at him, but the pressure on her neck prevents, that she could even speak. But somehow, Vijaya managed to bring up an answer to his question about her surrendering.
“N-never!”
As he saw the aura and iris glow dissipated, so did the magenta faded into a deep navy blue once more. She must have calmed down. He sighed, and shook his head.
“Then I’ll make you.” With that, he withdrew the sword from her neck. Dropping that same sword, Boros pulled his fist back and rammed it into her stomach, in the same place of course. He rose his arm and struck the side of Vijaya’s neck with his wrist.
“Good night, Vijaya.”
It’s over. Vijaya’s vision faded to black and she flopped to the ground unconscious.