#scribbles dare

Hey ho it’s Dare the Protell!

I’m really excited for her :’D

I love these sketches, she's definitely more of a leggy character! Pear shaped?

Powers are back with super speed and electricity and breaking sound barriers uwu

Warnings: Cursing, medical procedures, vomiting

Characters: Dare, Dropdead, Oridon, Flatline, Pokey

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She wasn’t supposed to find out. But she did. And as soon as she did, she was flying at top speed, literally crashing through the doors and set off an alarm. 

The heroes ran to her direction, ready to fight until they saw her - bleeding, sweating, and wide-eyed. They knew she knew, now.

“Where is he?”

No response - just hesitant stares at each other before Dare yelled louder. 

“Where is he?” 

“He’s recovering.” It was Oridon. “He’s in the med-bay.”

“Oridon,” Dare huffed, walking over to the man. “I want to see him. Now.” 

“Mh. Dropdead?”

“Yes, Oridon?” Dropdead, one of the medics in the base, one Dare had grown fond of. 

“Is Pokey ready for visitors?”

“Yes. Dare, come with me.” As soon as the woman turned to walk away, Dare huffed a quick ‘thank you’ to Oridon and quickly followed behind the woman, swallowing thickly.

“How long.” Dare spoke as soon as they were away from the rest.

“Hm?” Dropdead looked over for a moment before looking forward.

“How long has Pokey been critical? How long have you hidden it from me?” She sounded hurt, as if she was about to cry.

Dropdead sighed, placing a hand on Dare’s shoulder. Dare shoved her shoulder forward, causing the hand to drop.

“Touchy.”

“I’m serious, Dropdead! If he- If he-” Dare took a deep breath, claws digging into the palms of her hands, teeth biting her bottom lip. 

“We weren’t sure how to tell you since you tend to react so beautifully,” Dropdead mused. “Especially with your background.”

“Shut up. Can’t we hurry up? Where is he?”

“Patience!” 

A few more minutes of walking and Dare growing increasingly agitated later, they finally arrived at the door.

“Don’t touch anything.”

“I won’t.” Dare hurried in and closed the door behind her, rousing a sleeping Pokey, who took a moment to take in his surroundings.

Fun fact: Dare never got her name until she was around five! She’s got a reason to be able to fight like this, promise. Just don’t know when I can reveal the backstory.

Characters: Dare, Talula.

Warnings: Guns, swearing, gore, death... child violence? Moreso the child fighting?

Note: Dare is a young child at this point. Five years of age. If you don’t feel comfortable with a child in a setting of violence, please skip!

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The little passageway in her room made things a whole lot more interesting. 

It was a rare night - not much noise, a friendly ambiance, and the soft clack of the pool balls. Talula was manning the bar along with Vice, serving regulars and newcomers alike. 

Neither of them knew the child had found a passageway onto the roof beams of the bar.

She judged for herself when would be a good time to come out and hang around. Tonight was a good night, until...

“I swear to fucking god, you cheated!” 

BANG! 

Oridon and Magnus were proud. Dare, the troublemaker infamous for her misdeeds, getting a job? And a legal one? 

Granted, it was a barista job at the coffeeshop downtown, but still. Nice coworkers, decent bosses, the pay less than stellar but she wasn’t too worried about the money.

“Here’s your apron,” the manager said, helping the girl with the apron knot. “Now, remember, today you’re just starting out. All I need from you is cashing in the money, collecting orders, and move on to the next customer.”

“Relax, Joey! I’m good at memorizing!” There was that look again, and Dare frowned. “No, I’m not going to steal your money. If it makes you feel better you can stay until twelve A.M and count it yourself.”

Joey sighed, checked that everything was in its place, and Dare was left to relieve the current cashier in place.

“New kid?”

“That's me. My turn,” Dare grinned, both cashiers giving each other nods before the former one left to the back room, and Dare went to man the register, logged in to her name, and cheerily greeted the next customer.

She was surprisingly good. Though yes, she does stumble on her words a bit, but she got the orders right, cashed the money and changed it correctly, and things went smoothly.

For three hours.

Bumbling in, reeking of cheap perfume and talking loudly on the phone, Dare’s eye twitched as she watched the woman approach. 

“Oh, I know, isn’t that the worst?”

More customers coming in.

“Ma’am.”

“Ugh, yes! And he had the audacity-” 

“Ma’am!” 

“What?” The woman looked at Dare as if she had done some terrible misdeed by interrupting her.

“We have a policy of no talking on the phone when ordering. It holds up the line.”

“I don’t give a damn about your policy!”

Another eye twitch. Deep breaths, Dare. Deep breaths.

“What can I get for you?”

Play it nice. Play it cool. 

While the baristas were making the lady’s drinks, Dare quickly excused herself from the cash register and went to the manager.

“What’re you doing? You’re supposed to be manning-”

“I quit.”

“What?”

“I quit.”

“It’s been three hours-”

“I know. But I don’t want you in trouble,” Dare spoke as she untied the apron and removed her cap.

“Trouble for what?”

The woman’s name and drink was called out. Fresh and hot. 

Dare quickly made her way to where the barista and lady were, snatching the drink.

“Excuse me!”

“Sorry, ma’am. Just gotta make sure it’s hot enough.”

Dare caught sight of the manager out of the corner of her eye. He was shaking his head.

In an instant, coffee went flying and splashed in the woman’s face. Dare caught her by the collar before she stumbled back, slamming her face against the counter-top, and hopped over and began pummeling her face in.

“You rude bitch! Fuck you and your phone!” She heard a crunch and was certain she just broke her nose.

Closing in. 

Dare landed one final punch before she dived down and out of reach of several people.

Chasing.

She slammed through the doors and ran. Bringing up her wrist and activating her watch, she quickly summoned her bike to her location. When it activated and raced towards her, Dare effortlessly jumped and sped off. Not back home. Not yet. Hide out for a few hours, come back when everything’s been calm.

"I don’t get to have friends."

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Listened to some Dare music, felt sad, so I made her sad and probably get backstabbed by her hero friends. First Hazard, now Sunday and Pup... she can’t get a break.

A rogue created for war, or rather, bringing war and ending faction conflict to unite them against a common enemy - her.

Her mother had a very strange thought process.

She has three separate DNA - her mother, and two fathers who are supposed to be top of the line s t r o n k.

Now, I know she’s a warrior, thief/criminal, hacker, and speedster daredevil.

What STORY do I give her... No fucking clue. She, along with those from her species ARE from an alien planet and eventually go to earth (if you cant tell she used to be a Transformers OC hhhhh)

And I’m honestly up for suggestions on what story to give her. I feel like it’ll be mostly action slice-of-life with an end goal, something happening every chapter? Think TFP.

On one hand I imagine her faking memory loss and working for government baddies and BAM, at the last second she turns the tables on em.

The two factions are, HAH, totally not ripoffs/spinoffs of the Decepticons and Autobots.