Oh yea, wanted to talk about the character submissions.

@Hammerman I think Regina's fine. Accepted! Post her in the character tab.

@mantou Your character is still under construction, but I just wanted to make you aware that bronze glamors have no real benefit and so the slash protection on Aria's armor won't actually weaken incoming attacks. Though I'm fine leaving it there as flavor text. Inversely, Aegis feels weak. When I think of something gentle, I think of a gentle breeze that I could just as soon ignore. You can give it a bit more oomph by giving aegis a rank to help determine how hard/easy it is to resist, area of effect, and things of that nature.

@The World Gawr gura is accepted! Though bear in mind her bronze glamors aren't going to give her any advantage whatsoever. Like with Aria, I'm fine leaving them in so long as you understand they are purely cosmetic.

@mantou Alright, I will discuss it with Erode and one of us will give you our final verdict.

Also, you guys are cool with discord, right? I'm going to set up a server for us over the coming days, provided its something most of you will make use of. I'll still be posting important updates to the OOC, as I feel that's a better place to put stuff you don't want to get lost.

I've been playing around with a few notes, and I've noticed piercing isn't viable if it's used on its own with a cast note. I assume that is on purpose, and means you can't give something a piercing property if it doesn't also, say, cause damage to an enemy.

Klava Pavlova

_{22 y/o | Female | 5'9 | 148 lbs | Freelancer}
❄

Snow melted to water, dripping down the side of the paper cone that held what remained of Klava’s shaved ice. The summer’s heat, complete with clear blue skies and an overbearing sun, was miserable for the pale-skinned woman, but still preferable to the funeral home that she stood outside of. Lines of black-clothed well-wishers still shuffled in and out, speaking in murmured tones as they wiped their brows. A few of them glanced in her direction, only to turn away when she glanced back. Strangers, all of them. She never knew her grandpa was so well-known.

Klava crunched on some more shaved ice, feeling it melt on her tongue. It was just water now, all the flavouring having dripped onto her fingers or been consumed in the first couple of bites.

More likely that she was the stranger here. Only residual memories and family anecdotes told her who her grandfather was, and the number of times she made the trip back to Japan to connect with her extended family could be counted on one hand. It didn’t feel like anything, this whole experience. She let out a sigh and rested her head against timber. Was it cold, to have a more emotional reaction to the weather than the death of a relative? Her mother was certainly crying, crying in that beautiful way where tears leaked but her face never reddened or contorted. Her father stood beside her, impassive as a cliff face and tall as a tree when surrounded by their Japanese relatives. Twenty years with them and she still couldn’t tell what was going on inside their heads. There’ll be drinking later though. The coolers stacked atop the minitruck ensured it.

“Um, excuse me…” A reedy whisper sounded beside her. A withered face framed by hair as white as Klava’s own, and a hunched form cloaked in a dark kimono, from which only two leathery hands extended out. The old lady continued to speak, her eyes squinting against the glare of day. “You are Kuraba, yes? Do you recognize me?”

She blinked, then parsed the face to what she’s seen from family photos and Facetime. It took another step to switch her thoughts and her voice to Japanese. “Yes. Grandmother, it’s been a long while. I’m sorry for your loss.” That was what you were supposed to say, right? “I mi-” She clamped down on the lie. “I hope he passed peacefully.”

“Oh, of course he didn’t.” Her grandmother laughed, familial familiarity removing what reservations she had. “Wouldn’t shut up about not being able to finish Berserk.”

“Um, ok.”

“But it was painless, yes.” She scratched her nose. “Passed in his sleep. Very uncharacteristic. Honestly, that grump. Enough about that though.” Her withered hands lifted up to pat her cheeks, then dropped back to their sides. She sighed. “Oh, old age. Kuraba, dear, could you slap my cheeks for me?”

What was this old lady asking for? Klava considered it for a moment, before deciding to go for it. She raised both of her hands beside her grandmother’s face and then lightly slapped it.

“Mm, you’ve got good hands,” she murmured. “Still playing tennis?”

“Coaching right now.”

“Oh.” A crinkling smile emerged. “Ah, we’re getting sidetracked again, aren’t we?”

Klava shrugged, then drank down the melted slurry sitting at the bottom of her cone. “I don’t know. What’s this about?”

From her sleeves, the elderly lady drew out a thin prayer stick, painted aquamarine with two Chinese characters engraved at one end. “A gift,” she said. “And a responsibility too.”

“Is that so?” The girl took the prayer stick in her hands. It was cool to the touch, cold even, and the wood was smooth in a way that only old, dried wood could be. She stared at it, then let out a deep breath. A breath that turned to fog in the heat of the summer day. “So it is.”

Her grandmother’s smile became apologetic; she bowed her head once and stepped away, leaving Klava alone at the wake once more, an empty cone in one hand and a wooden stick in another.

In time, she’ll have to talk to her again, get a proper explanation for all that she had seen in the span of a single second. But for now, what Klava wanted was simple.

A few moments later, a solitary cloud emerged to stain the blue sky, and from it, frozen flakes fell, melting to rain mid-descent.
Snow in summer.

Truly ‘Calamitous Luck’.

Do you still want the Genre special to be Silver? Or it be a Bronze Genre?

If Bronze, then just think of anything that seems aesthetic to your steampunk theme. Like, idk, his lightning is just electricity-infused copper wiring.

Whatcha mean by 'you can swap'?

The concept of any Silver special is that it's situationally useful. For a Silver Genre Special, you can imagine that it's something that grants a Rank up for either a certain type of spell or in certain circumstances.

As some examples...
Access the power grid and use Bend to increase the damage of spells by one rank.
Self-cast Speedster increases Damage by one rank as well, because robot overclock.