A Lowly Wretch

Mahou Shoujo no Hex Night: A Magical Girl Battle RP

Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock.

Ever onward time marched forth.

It was strange really. Having come to Japan to find the hotel room her family and her were staying in for the time held so many archaic technologies was curious indeed. The amenities were all present and comfort was certainly afforded but it certainly did clash with the technophilic surroundings of this prefecture.

On the surface she had come with her family to Japan so her father could attend a business meeting. In truth the real reason she was here was simple: The Hex Night.

Having managed to gather the information required to learn of this event and it's location she knew very well what it meant. She had to attend this battle or else she would miss out on the only opportunity to have a wish granted. The constant pain of her heart and lungs straining against her ribs were a constant reminder that she wouldn't be alive to see a second hex night. As far as she has managed to discover there are no alternatives available. In a world of newly discovered magic it was difficult to learn that she was so little she could do to extend what little time left she still had.

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She gently sipped her tea as she sat at the table in her wheelchair. The wheelchair wasn't for lack of use of her legs but rather it was to keep her from collapsing and hurting herself each time her body fails her. Her breaths were short and shallow like a mouse's and often, especially in more intense moments, she wouldn't get the oxygen needed to keep from fainting.

"Excellent news Sophia! This hotel has an international meal selection." Her mother chimed cheerfully from another room. "Shall I place an order for you as well or..." Her sentence trailed off as she came to remember. "Oh, that's right. Do not worry, I'll have your food ready for you when you return."

Her mother did so enjoy spending her evenings doting over her. Part of it was out of concern for her health and part of it was to cram as many happy memories spending time with her daughter as she could in before tragedy took it's seemingly inevitable toll. They did hope ever so strongly that she'd rise above the estimates of her doctors and live longer than they'd said she would. They spent a small fortune exploring medical solutions only to come up empty in every direction.

While it moved her to know just how much her parents cared for her despite how much of a burden she's been to them her whole life she loathed to see them worry. It tore at her so very much anytime they were scared for her.

She needed not speak a single word. Her intent was already understood.

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As evening drew near she slowly rolled her way on the pathway up a gentle green hill. Her chair was automated to save on the strain of needing to roll it with her arms so it was with relative ease that she made her up. This hill was home to a quaint shrine at the very top. Sadly it's only path of access was over stairs, something her chair was ill-equipped to deal with. Instead she moved behind a tree and sat within it's shadow. As it was evening there wasn't a soul around, just her and the wind which played across the tree tops.

Activating her transformation she changed into her magical girl form. Using her power over the darkness she melded with the shadow cast by the tree, concealing the majority of herself, wheelchair included, by bending her silhouette until it was almost wholly congruous with the shadow of the tree itself.

From the forest numerous ravens manifested from the shadows it held. A large flock of these tenebrous birds formed above, taking to the darkened skies before scattering above the city. They would serve as her eyes and her ears, surveilling the city for signs of other shadow manifestations or perhaps other magical girls. She was keen to keep tabs on those who would prey upon her in the nights to come. Soon it would come time to pick her fights very carefully lest she fall with ease. One as frail as her lacked the capacity to even run without losing consciousness and possibly dying. She stood little chance of standing toe to toe with any one of them. She needed to remain aware lest she let that happen.

Failure meant death.

Tick. Tock.

Mahou Shoujo no Hex Night: A Magical Girl Battle RP

I estimate I should have my opening post in by roughly tomorrow evening or so.

Edit: A quick question: Are non-magical girls allowed to be aware of magical girls? Are their parents allowed?

Razelia: The Kingdom Of Magic (FINISHED)

Got my post up. Sorry for the wait nonetheless. Now that I am better I should have less trouble keeping with the pace.

Razelia: The Kingdom Of Magic (FINISHED)

Thessir

It had been like, what? half a minute?

Thessir furrowed his liquid brows slightly with irritation at the crowd's jeering, keeping his ink black grin however false it might have been.

"Patience, patience. Don't you worry." He dusted his coat in a wide sweeping motion, standing back up straight as he addressed the restless audience.

"You'll all git your blood soon enough." He suddenly dropped his voice into a low growl of a tone, his words far harsher in sound. He brought his arms back with his palms by his shoulders facing out. He lowered his stance as if to brace against a powerful force. In a superfluous show he prepared himself for what looked to be a massive spell, his coat trembling from what appeared to be the unseen force of his magical energy gathering. It was an act of course, all showmanship while he readied the real attack. He drew in a deep breath and... Let it escape his lips in a rather slight sigh.

"No hard feelings thin."

And back to his chipper old self. His coat's shoulders relaxed and he adopted a far more casual stance, something like how somebody might stand when just casually making conversation or something to that effect. The true movements were far more subtle, his very hands not even missing from his sleeves as they hung idly by his sides. Within his coat however he had formed a number of tentacles wrought from his dark mass using them to grip several knives simultaneously. Through the darkness beneath his coat he stabbed through the darkness, the edges of the knives emerging through the shadows cast by his own clothes.

Two knives erupted from his collar and stabbed for both jugular veins. One knife emerged from within his shirt and was aimed to stab beneath the sternum where the solar plexus lie. Another knife was set to stab him in the bladder and another two were driven at his kidney regions. Beneath each armpit he aimed to slip two knives between the ribs where the lungs rested. The biggest knife, his dagger, he kept in reserve.

He was watching very keenly for someone with an eyeless face. The first thing he was watching for was a motion of Varjan's hands. The moment his famed opponent would attempt to close his hand in any sort of motion he'd use the shadow created by that to cut his fingers. Anything to keep his foe from casting.

He could only be so prepared though. With nothing to go on he expected nearly anything from this.

Razelia: The Kingdom Of Magic (FINISHED)

Apologies everyone, I've come down with a terrible cold so I've been fairly out of commission for the last several days. I shall try to have something out by Monday at the latest.

Tabrasa\- Born of Chaos.

@Kalas It will only wear off once those exposed exit the helix's radius of influence. The rate of change slows the further you are from the spire but it does not stop until those exposed cease to receive fresh energy.

Tabrasa\- Born of Chaos.

@Leotamer - Indeed. Poisonous or not the metals were not going to be slowing down it's growth. What amount Ferron was able to put into the tree was diluted to the point where it's presence inside the roots weren't even noticeable for all who aren't inherently in tune with metal. Even Ferron himself would find it difficult to pick up the minute traces that remain once they run their course in the growth of the surrounding plants.

Tabrasa\- Born of Chaos.

New update is up. From what I gathered the assault on the spire had begun so I wrote the effects of such on those participating thus far. Results will intensify as time and proximity increase.

Also a mild warning to @Duoya since if Hayim remains that close to the epicenter his Divine Cord will be changed wholly from Health to Plants. There is still time for him to retreat if you wish to preserve his current domain.

@ReusableSword - Do not fear. I shall keep him nice and secured away from attention from the narrative until such a time as you return. I wish you luck with your career, may you find stability in the near future.

Tabrasa\- Born of Chaos.

As Hayim scaled up the ever growing branch, his pace only slightly faster than the speed at which the branch he was on was extending away from the mountainous trunk of the world tree, he could feel the energy coming from the light in the center starting to cling to his Divine Cord. His approach was stymied when the bark beneath his feet changed without warning. Branches erupted from the meat of the main branch, surrounding him, entangling him. Worse yet it seemed like tendrils of wood were reacting to his presence. It sensed his connection to it's domain growing so it reached out, wispy tendrils of wood attempting to physically connect with the god in the complete sense of the term.

As the essence of plants started to fill his Divine Cord he could start to feel not just the world tree but all trees reacting to his presence. Every tree from every forest, every blade of grass from every field, every plant from every corner of Tabrasa. With the changes having spread to the Divine Cord itself he and all plants were connected as one yet with individual thoughts and desires. Though they lived simple lives plants still held thoughts and feeling which they readily shared with those who could understand them such as Hayim.

Down below he could feel the forces at work at the forest which was growing ever faster, the efforts of the gods below not even slowing the overgrowth. From above he could see the pillars of iron, copper and tungsten cast forth by Ferron transform into large root vegetables which held rich quantities of the aforementioned minerals. The powders of gold, silver and platinum were scattered upon the white vines which carpeted the forest floor, quickly growing into brilliant flowers with speckles of the aforementioned metals gleaming across their elegant petals. The snaking tendrils of mercury, lead and chromium burrowed into the earth where they were quickly absorbed into the roots of the many trees like so much nutrients. The roots were not slowed by the addition of these metals. They only served to strengthen them, their qualities carried into the trees where their minerals would reside.

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In an instant he could hear a multitude of voices all crying out in pain. Most of them were plants, a number of them were humans. The blue sphere of plasma unleashed by the servants of Ragnageddon incinerated everything in it's path, cutting a long trail through the giant forest. Trees, bushes, trees that were once people, naught was spared from the ball of fiery destruction which rocketed towards the world tree and the spire therein. Rather than reduce the side of the tree to ash like it had for all that stood between it and the world tree however it hit the side with a weighty thud. As it had coasted towards it's destination it's surface had grown a skin, it's insides dimming as the power of the god was blanketed with the enormous amount of plant power being projected by the divine helix.

When it hit the tree it stuck to the side, it's insides trembling with tremendous heat as the skin on the outside thickened, the power of plants bleeding further into the sphere cast forth by the dragons. The destruction it had caused wasn't strictly a tragedy either for those that were burnt down by it's force still remained in the form of seeds and roots. The people who were transformed by the spire were almost killed by Ragnegeddon's power but thanks to their roots and the seeds they've scattered they lived on through their remains which immediately started to reform. While the forms and minds of those who were hit by their attack weren't wholly intact they still lived on despite it.

Furthermore the destruction of the greenery had provided a unique boon to the woods. Given how much life force the trees were saturated with from the plant aura they were starting to grow so big that the spaces in between the trees themselves were vanishing underneath their tremendous size, many of them having melded into one another forming mega trees, all lesser than the world tree of course but impressive conglomerations all the same. With this little slice of space created the trees that were previously crowded were given the chance to stretch out their branches and grow to fit the vacancy left for them by the burning sphere of destruction. Before the dragons knew it the evidence of any damage that the sphere had dealt was all but gone. All aside from the thick skinned fruit which now clung to the side of the world tree of course.

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Hayim could see that the assault by the combined forces of the dragons and Azhriel were met with similar fates. All dragons who drew near the world tree quickly found their bodies turning from blood, bone and scale into sap, wood and bark. Much like the tree people they had tried to destroy they found they were being changed into plants but such changes did not limit their motions too strictly however. Their legs might have become wooden but they continued to move no less than before. The membranes of their wings were now leaves but they still held the winds tight, keeping the now plant based dragons aloft on pollen infested winds. The dragons who still had yet to become one with the plants found the air much harder to breath as the power of the spire influenced even the very air they breathed, turning strong gusts into clouds of pollen and other plant dander.

Only the gods themselves found it even possible to approach the tree in it's current state without immediately being transformed and even they were not unaffected. The arch dragons would fare no better than any other dragon for they lacked Divine Cords. No amount of divine power invested in them would compare to the sheer intensity of the aura being generated by the spire. The gods themselves would find their physical forms receiving the first stages of the changes Hayim himself was so very along into. Things like hair and scaled would become vines and bark. Extremities such as fingers and claws would begin to harden into wood. Leaves would begin to sprout from the naturally formed edges of their forms. Those who possessed multiple forms would find their ability to transform weakened severely by this. The changes imposed by the aura resisted any efforts made to shirk them and such resistance only grew the further they spread.

Hayim could see all this and all the while the world tree tried to grow ever closer to him as he began to shift from his domain of health into the domain of plants. Inside the tree he could feel the spire as though it were within himself. He quickly learned from the tree that the spire itself was unbreakable for no matter how hard the tree tried to expand through it the effort was in vain. Another lesson passed onto him was that all things that crossed the path of the divine helix which shined up from the heart of the spire were destroyed, shattered apart by the sheer power of the light as it shone through into the night sky, rising past the stars and continuing beyond.

The voices of the humans who were trapped within the tree all chattered with confusion and bewilderment for they were not hurt though their very existence was radically altered. They had yet to truly comprehend what was even happening. For Hayim however one certainty was clear.

If he remained in the aura any longer his domain would be lost for good. He would be a plant god forevermore.

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Relevant to:@Duoya@Kalas@Lmpkio@Legion02@Leotamer.

Tabrasa\- Born of Chaos.

Just keeping everyone apprised I'll have an update to the event up either tomorrow or the night after.

One thing is for certain: The tree is riding high on plant power.