[This was unacceptable. Normally, Cinder Fall is hardly one to interfere with the schemes of supervillains, and even encouraged and supported them on occasion, but today she's on a schedule and Dr. Devious' little unannounced assault on Venture City was causing no end of delays.]
Move.
[Having left the relative safety of her limo, the dark-haired woman strides past somebody fighting the robots, twitching her fingers and summoning fire to her hand. She's certainly not hesitant about showing off her abilities in public. She is, after all, a perfectly legitimate businesswoman and any rumors about the beautiful pyrokinetic being some sort of... criminal kingpin are vicious slander.
Her approach doesn't go unnoticed by one of the Deviobots, a towering, massively armed thirty foot tall model and the rampaging machine turns and begins charging toward her. Cinder holds her ground as the fire begins to swirl and form up into a tiny, compact sphere, glowing bright enough that just looking at it is painful and the air begins to whistle from the heat. She waits a few seconds then throws her hand forward, unleashing her assault in the form of several brilliant orange-yellow bursts.
A mechanical leg separates at the knee, followed by both arms, a hole blown clear through the torso and then the head simply vanishes. The Deviobot collapses instantly, crashing to the ground and the glowing slag that was once its head flows to a stop at Cinder's feet. Satisfied, she turns back toward her waiting car.]
Do something about the rest, would you?
6a
[Good evening, vile villain. My, my, this has been a profitable night for you, hasn't it? Maybe you're a fairly well-established baddie, or perhaps a small-time street level crook who just had a good night?
Well, things are about to change for you as the front door to your villainous lair opens up and in walks a dark-haired woman in red, flanked by two of her associates. She walks in like she owns the place, looking over the setup.]
Well, well, you've certainly done well for yourself recently, haven't you?
6b
[Replier's choice. Hit me with one of the other prompts or surprise me with something new.]
Cinder Fall | RWBY
[This was unacceptable. Normally, Cinder Fall is hardly one to interfere with the schemes of supervillains, and even encouraged and supported them on occasion, but today she's on a schedule and Dr. Devious' little unannounced assault on Venture City was causing no end of delays.]
Move.
[Having left the relative safety of her limo, the dark-haired woman strides past somebody fighting the robots, twitching her fingers and summoning fire to her hand. She's certainly not hesitant about showing off her abilities in public. She is, after all, a perfectly legitimate businesswoman and any rumors about the beautiful pyrokinetic being some sort of... criminal kingpin are vicious slander.
Her approach doesn't go unnoticed by one of the Deviobots, a towering, massively armed thirty foot tall model and the rampaging machine turns and begins charging toward her. Cinder holds her ground as the fire begins to swirl and form up into a tiny, compact sphere, glowing bright enough that just looking at it is painful and the air begins to whistle from the heat. She waits a few seconds then throws her hand forward, unleashing her assault in the form of several brilliant orange-yellow bursts.
A mechanical leg separates at the knee, followed by both arms, a hole blown clear through the torso and then the head simply vanishes. The Deviobot collapses instantly, crashing to the ground and the glowing slag that was once its head flows to a stop at Cinder's feet. Satisfied, she turns back toward her waiting car.]
Do something about the rest, would you?
6a
[Good evening, vile villain. My, my, this has been a profitable night for you, hasn't it? Maybe you're a fairly well-established baddie, or perhaps a small-time street level crook who just had a good night?
Well, things are about to change for you as the front door to your villainous lair opens up and in walks a dark-haired woman in red, flanked by two of her associates. She walks in like she owns the place, looking over the setup.]
Well, well, you've certainly done well for yourself recently, haven't you?
6b
[Replier's choice. Hit me with one of the other prompts or surprise me with something new.]