AtomicNut

Kurai Majoko: Dark Magical Girls

I don't know about all that but all three of us might as well get something done

@Noxx

Well Mari suggested going to her Dojo. It is not her fault if someone is too dismissive of goodwill offers.

Royal Rumble!

Galbrek & Meredith

Two Halves -Collab End

Having made his way out of the building alongside Meredith. It had not been a trip without a risk. He had thanked the evil gods for sending an imp to his aid, that the imp took on the form of an overly familiar mailboy did mean there was some irony and luck involved. The mailboy have had no chance to flee before he stared into Galbrek's hypnotic gaze, the half-demon told him to remove his clothes which he complied to. Meanwhile dressing in the new obtained disguise, Galbrek was busy fending off Meredith who was clinging to him, cursing under his breath that if they both would not be quiet they would be caught and locked up forever. The pair sneakily, with some bickering and irritation made their way further down where Galbrek asked a policeman for help. The fool had taken pity on him and fallen into his devious plot. The officer escorted the pair, yes. The pair. As no matter how hard Galbrek tried to free his arm, Meredith was clinging to him like a beartrap. Once the policeman had dropped them off, a distance away from outpost Delta as he called it. The newest of his hideouts with the more modern looks to it was where he had told Adam and Fegin to head to.

"Grrr..." He growled lowly. "Will you stop clinging on me, I am trying to concentrate here. This is a very -very- bad spot Adam has put me in. No matter... if you let go off me I may... reward you. Yes. Reward you. A bargain perhaps?" Galbrek pondered on the idea how he could exploit this, in his eyes... a dimwitted and unstable fellow half-demon. Suffice to say he didn't have overly high thoughts of her, but then again whom did he have high thoughts of? There was indeed a lack of people like himself.

Meredith for her part had pressed on her grip. She was now wearing clothes that for the most part, were some size smaller...except in the chest area. Her grin was somewhat disturbing, as if her mind raced now in the edge of madness and lust. She wanted to tear him, watch him suffer, but at the same time, it'd be too much of a shame. She was beginning to awaken... certain kind of cravings, as fire still boiled in her insides. She felt ecstatic... rather than angry or sad. "Compensation... Ravenovich. I marked a boy. I wanted him as my toy. And I have no interest in broken toys... And yet you dared to let loose whatever minion you have on him, and made him a little more broken. A little more unhappy." Meredith said almost cooing, but with words full of poison and... at the same time, a husky kind of vibe. "Compensate me for damages, and I will overlook you attacked those under my domain." She whispered into his ear. "After all, my failed healing spell is what is holding you together." She fumed. "Nothing is ever going my way, until now. First it was Mother, who is bent in crushing me before I crush her, and then there's that leech who is hovering around my boytoy, leeching off him. That spot should be mine! And then, she comes to MY domain with a load, and exploits MY boytoy to get free food and lodgings. And then YOU attack because of some silly fancy. And then THAT little Willie interferes."

"Yes, yes, compensation. I would never walk back on my word... " He said out loud before muttering under his breath. "...unprepared.". He threw away the disgusting mailboy cap into a trashbin. "What a disgusting piece of garment... bleh." Galbrek paused in his thoughts as he heard Meredith mentioning a boy.. toy? "Wait... so you only want William? Hah.. haha... why didn't you say so, I want that slime out of my -plans-. Trust me, whatever your name was again? Galbrek Ravenovich does not give his word for nothing, and when I say you can have him then you can have him. I want someone else. Someone with magic that I want to have. The girl. Andras. " He said with a slight bit of contempt, she had been very elusive and people had meddled in his plans. Adam was nowhere to be seen. How typical. Where is the scapegoat when you need one. "Tch. Your healing spell is compensation for ruining my coat." He replied to Meredith in a hurried voice. "What fucking leech? Ahhhh.... a girl. I see, I see... well I think I can help you with that little problem. Let's say you would misplace the girl Andras into my hands, and in return I would take good care of that girl you want... misplaced. Isn't that right?"

"Will-iam?" Meredith raised an eyebrow, as one of her hands let go Galbrek, before quickly forming a claw. "Clearly... you have no need for eyes. Are you seeing correctly? Because last time i checked I wasn't into inverted justicemen wannabes." Meredith harrumphed , clearly offended by the notion. "Meredith Blackgate, remember that well, Gal-ly" She added in a singsong voice. "Well, you also drove your hard stuff through my body... it wasn't really pleasant. And you kinda forced me to transform into this or die." Meredith growled. "Misplace Andras?" Meredith questioned, before narrowing her eyes. Her other arm let the demon boy loose.

"Well, technically, she is only under protection when she is under the same roof as my family..." Meredith podered as she thought. Maybe that was it. Maybe that girl had to vanish from Wolf's life in such a way. Using others like her, or Wolfie. Now it was Meredith's turn to use others to remove her. The price? The so-called Andras. There was a moment of sympathy towards the girl. She wasn't that... mean to her. Still, everything had a price in this world. Some prices were really steep... She had been always reminded.
"Let's say I agree." Meredith finally let go, as she stepped back. "Andras for Vera."

Galbrek smiled, in a wide manner. "Consider this Vera person displaced then. Tell me her appearance and I shall make sure she will not get in your or anyone elses way anymore." He chuckled, perhaps he wouldn't in fact kill the girl when she was in his hands, rather use her as a means to get Andras to do what he wanted. Nothing like inflicting pain on another person to get someone to do just what you want. Even if it means opening all manner of demonic portals and goodies. He could barely wait, but first he had to find some details about this Vera and then send off any of his remaining dolls to catch her. If not even do so himself. Then it struck him. What if he was alone now? What if his dolls had all. Nonsense... theres just no way that Adam would fail him. And that sneaky fuck Fegin would likely still be around. The information about Celine and Eve had been brief, could they have really died so silently without detection?

"Well..." She thought. Here goes nothing. "I think you had scrapes with her already. Kinda tall-ish, some bumps, stupid hat, dresses and has the attitude of a hungover junkie washout?" She began to elaborate, adding a more articulate and less cynical description while she did so, adding at several points that she truly wanted to rip off or eat several of Vera's striking features. "Got it, Gally?"

"Yes...." He said with now gritted teeth, how it irked him someone calling him that. Only one person was -allowed- and at the same time not really allowed to call him that and that was his mother. How he was annoyed at it. "Consider her... taken care of soon."
"Heh...heh.....hahahah...." He raised his arms in victorious laughter as he headed into outpost delta and waited for any survivor dolls to return.

"Well, I suppose... we part ways, Gally. Uh, let's exchange numbers!" Mer said as she pulled out a cellphone that miraculously had survived. "Also could you do a favour to a little demon-girl and give me some change for a taxi? And let me suck your power a little bit? I will do something nice for you!" Meredith said, in a bizarre mix of her new sultry mood and her old upbeat persona.

He got an irritated look on his face as his laughter stopped, tearing out a piece of paper and writing down his numbers, throwing the entire notepad towards Meredith. "Fine, take that and tell me when you have the girl." Galbrek breathed through his nose now, a vein on his forehead nearly bursting hearing her calling him -that- again. "Take this fucking silver statuette and pay the fucking taxi driver, or use your damn wings to get there faster." He threw a silver statuette that was nearby along the table, creating a couple of cracks in the table. "Though keep your lecherous nature off me... think of your... boytoy.. he wouldn't want his dear little..." He paused before continuing to speak in a manner which was a combination of mocking, speaking towards children but also in a sense that it made sense. ".... snugglebitch to get snuggly with someone else would he?"

"I suppose so... then again it's not cheating as long as you aren't found out like mother usually says." She pondered. "You are missing really good snuggles though, Gally." She finished, before blowing him a kiss and then using her hand to wave goodbye. Step number two, convince a taxi driver with a silver statue. If only she had his hypnotic gaze... There was also a lot of explaining to do at home at how she now was a spitting image of her own mother. She frowned... and then looked at the statue. Maybe if she haggled she could stay a few days away from home in some lodgings...

Galbrek exhaled deeply as Meredith finally had left, he threw off his borrowed mailboy attire and took on a new set of clothing, this one being fully white attire. Making him look slightly similar to his sister with her steriotypical white uniform.

Brushing off his shoulder and giving himself a look in a mirror, he adjusted the ruffles on his shirt and attached a broché with a profiled ivory image of himself in the middle of it.
"Finally rid of that annoying bitch and now I have to get rid of another one until I finally can get that girl in my grasp." He muttered to himself, watching his face from various angles in the mirror.

"I could kiss myself." He said with a confident tone of voice, before turning around and grabbing a conveniently placed bust of himself, lifting away a piece of it's stone hair, taking out a wine bottle from it. He bit into the cork and spit it out before taking a gulp, before flinging the entire bottle at a nearby painting depicting a futuristic and darker Rhea.

"Tch.. " He cussed to himself, but not for long. He could hear the main door opening in the long hallway, someone was coming? The half-demon prepared for the worst, that annoying bitch coming back.
But it wasn't her. In the hallway stood a dark figure, by dark really dark indeed. The surface of the person black like sot, with some spots still bearing skin like color and a once colorful attire partly burnt away.

"Masterino... things didn't go quite as planned."
It was one of his dolls. Fegin. He had survived, but was in quite a bad shape. Galbrek clenched his fists and then collected himself. "Lord... Galbrek for you... Where is Adam?"
"Lord Galbrek. It would appear Adam did not make it..." Fegin replied to his creator in a no nonsense tone for once.

"Be silent... let me talk with Adam right now... Bertrand... Celine... Darla... Eve... let me talk with them now." Galbrek looked away from the scorched doll and to a painting depicting a demonic family tree.

"But they are.. " Fegin did not continue his sentence, he realized that his creator was not being reasonable or even present. As if he was in another plane of existance alltogether.
"You will bring him to me... I shall fix you up and give you the power. Bring them back to me..." Galbrek said in a soft and more like begging tone than demanding.
"As you wish.." Fegin felt odd, he generally was the kind to joke around but in this case if he would try something like that he would be certain his creator wouldn't think twice about shredding him to pieces.

Galbrek placed his hand at Fegin's chest, infusing him with demonic energy up to the maximum. "You have lost your ring.. that's not good at all. I will get you a new one."

Royal Rumble!

@RoflsMazoyMinor tweak on the necromantic power.

Royal Rumble!

Updated characters as @RoflsMazoy approved Diana.

Atomic's Rummage Sale.

Diana(v2)

Hider

Name:

Diana Graeca AKA " The Witch of Bones."

Age:

18

Grade:

Rhean Technical 3rd year. - A school for those with less financial support and that is flexible with temp jobs. Currently unaffiliated to any of the big three.

Biography:

Diana is but the latest descendant of an ancient bloodline, that predates the Great War, and whose arts are also from before the emergence of Blessings. Diana's family and tribe practised what was considered a dangerous and taboo endeavour. Black Magic users all of them, it was their rituals and spells who warped the rules of nature, god and men, that helped humans survive against the Ancient Evil onslaught. However, their situation quickly changed as the Gods decided to hand out Blessings, and from that point on they would also be shunned and more than often put in the same bag as demons due to their philosophy being sometimes in opposition to those of the Gods.

In modern times, there is few people who still practice these family arts. But Diana is one of them. At a young age she renounced to her blessing (it was a very useless one, as she could only talk to flies), and undergoing the ancient ritual passed down by her family, gaining the ability to use the dark arts by sacrificing something "dear" to her. (Diana is glad that this is the modern age as she can sacrifice her blessing as payment. Before such an era, one had to sacrifice a loved one to gain these powers). However, Black Magic usually doesn't give much in the paying of bills, so she had to constantly be on the move avoiding loan sharks alongside with her family.

She found a certain respite in Rhea, after joining a rather modest school with temporary job compatibility, she settled in the big city. Her parents were somewhat successful in getting odd jobs to make ends meet, such as telephone customer service and supermarket cashier. She herself settled for comic book store attendant, even though she is always threatening to quit because her boss always makes her cosplay in comic and anime dresses to boost up the sales.

Of course, for those who step in the vibrant world that is beyond what meets the eye... her powers are also for those who can afford her prices.

Powers:

• Core Power: Spark of Magic: If one has to determine what is a black mage compared to a human one needs to imagine a ladder. Humans are at the base, and at the top of the billion or so of steps, is a Divine presence. Mages have stepped up one or two steps, and they have an inherent spark in themselves which allow them to twist and bend the seams of natural order as long as they have proper procedures. However, Magic is not a toy, and often than more, trying to be too greedy or trying to approach much more intense sources of magic and divine power can cause severe backslash.
• 1st Power-Sorcery (Od): Sorcery is the use of one's own internal magical energy (od, another word for this kind of energy is Ki), to perform some pretty basic spells. Diana is adept at using the od to heal minor wounds, launch small blasts of energy, that hurt as much as a punch, and reinforce her body to resist some enemy attacks and not die at the first time someone kicks her hard. Od is also employed in a mage's favorite trick: Flight. Useful for getting away and launching overhead attacks.
• 2nd-Power- Necromancy: Necromancy is a foul art, but the materials for it are readily available. Everything in necromancy has to be paid in life. From the art of divinating using entrails, to raising corpses. The most basic spells of this art require a few drops of blood or small animals. A single pigeon can make a very basic zombie or skeleton automaton. The most powerful forms of this art can raise the dead back to life for a single day, however the price is equally steep. Another person at the least must die to resurrect someone. Similarly, this cruel ritual can be inverted, and by paying with someone's life, Diana can drag a target into the underworld forcefully(although the effect is only temporal)
• 3rd Power- Ritual Magic: Ritual magic refers to the complex rituals and scriptures a mage has to use in order to manifest powers that otherwise their Od would not be able to. These usually involve painstakingly intricate circles, chants, and exotic components. Sure, Mages can rain blizzards and fireballs on top of people's enemies with the right catalysts, but such a bizarre display would flush out months of work and years of savings in pretty fireworks. For example, a fireball would require a desiccated salamander ritually sacrificed under a new moon and smoked in a 100 year old tree's wood, and making a Wall of Ice would require to carve a single block of pure ice made from a pristine spring, and then melt it with purifying salt. She is currently trying to learn solar magic, but given the catalyst of those is pure gold... her studies are slow and frustrating. It is possible for her to make lasting enchantments and curses, although the time and effort involved in those is proportional.

Relationships:

Whoever pays her prices.

Royal Rumble!

Since the tournament is here, the training subplot is gonna be skipped through.

Kurai Majoko: Dark Magical Girls

"Hm." Mari just eyed each one of their interlocutors, the gears of her mind racing. This newest acquaintance felt like... yes, that other prensence last night. With her help, no doubt, the Nightmares had been routed. She had been minding her own business and paying no heed to the flippant attitude of her junior, who had so recklessly flung around magic. But there had been something in her words... Magical girls weren't supposed to have that instruction of working alone.

"I am Yamato Mari. Well met." Introductions were at hand, as she answered Luna with a proper polite response. "I guess last night was your doing. If so, my thanks." She added, without missing a heartbeat, as she pondered. "Magic can be used for longer than you think, Tsukuyomi-san, as long as you know the proper method. Still..." She eyed the girl with the missing backpack. "I am currently a transfer student here, and I had no idea of such nest of people until recently. I thought of issuing them a kindly warning about what they can become, the only way I know they would lend an ear. Suffice to say it wasn't smooth- It never is. I guess I'll transfer again..."

Her eyes rested on the girl who was still using her magic. "I don't think I quite follow but you're in that state because you are afraid of losing your home?" Mari pondered. "Well, it has an easy solution. I offer you food and lodgings and you keep it low while we search for your item." Mari tilted her head slightly. "My place is a dojo. It has rooms for an entire softball team if need be. You are also welcome to drop by, Tsukuyomi-san."

@KoL@Noxx

Atomic's Rummage Sale.

Diana

Hider

Name:

Diana Graeca AKA " The Witch of Bones."

Age:

18

Grade:

Rhean Technical 3rd year. - A school for those with less financial support and that is flexible with temp jobs. Currently unaffiliated to any of the big three.

Biography:

Diana is but the latest descendant of an ancient bloodline, that predates the Great War, and whose arts are also from before the emergence of Blessings. Diana's family and tribe practised what was considered a dangerous and taboo endeavour. Black Magic users all of them, it was their rituals and spells who warped the rules of nature, god and men, that helped humans survive against the Ancient Evil onslaught. However, their situation quickly changed as the Gods decided to hand out Blessings, and from that point on they would also be shunned and more than often put in the same bag as demons due to their philosophy being sometimes in opposition to those of the Gods.

In modern times, there is few people who still practice these family arts. But Diana is one of them. At a young age she renounced to her blessing (it was a very useless one, as she could only talk to flies), and undergoing the ancient ritual passed down by her family, gaining the ability to use the dark arts by sacrificing something "dear" to her. (Diana is glad that this is the modern age as she can sacrifice her blessing as payment. Before such an era, one had to sacrifice a loved one to gain these powers). However, Black Magic usually doesn't give much in the paying of bills, so she had to constantly be on the move avoiding loan sharks alongside with her family.

She found a certain respite in Rhea, after joining a rather modest school with temporary job compatibility, she settled in the big city. Her parents were somewhat successful in getting odd jobs to make ends meet, such as telephone customer service and supermarket cashier. She herself settled for comic book store attendant, even though she is always threatening to quit because her boss always makes her cosplay in comic and anime dresses to boost up the sales.

Of course, for those who step in the vibrant world that is beyond what meets the eye... her powers are also for those who can afford her prices.

Powers:

• Core Power: Black Mage: If one has to determine what is a black mage compared to a human one needs to imagine a ladder. Humans are at the base, and at the top of the billion or so of steps, is a Divine presence. Mages have stepped up one or two steps, and they have an inherent spark in themselves which allow them to twist and bend the seams of natural order as long as they have proper procedures. These usually involve painstakingly intricate circles, rituals, and exotic components. Sure, Mages can rain blizzards and fireballs on top of people's enemies with the right catalysts, but such a bizarre display would flush out months of work and years of savings in pretty fireworks. For example, a fireball would require a desiccated salamander ritually sacrificed under a new moon and smoked in a 100 year old tree's wood, and making a Wall of Ice would require to carve a single block of pure ice made from a pristine spring, and then melt it with purifying salt. Her most powerful spell, the Sun Lance, which travels at light speed and hits with the heat of a miniature Sun requires a 100% pure gold Coin. (Which is well outside the budget of any normal person).
• 1st Power-Sorcery (Od): Sorcery is the use of one's own internal magical energy (od, another word for this kind of energy is Ki), to perform some pretty basic spells. Diana is adept at using the od to heal minor wounds, launch small blasts of energy that hurt as much as a punch, and reinforce her body to resist some enemy attacks and not die at the first time someone kicks her hard. One of the most useful traits of her sorcery is her ability to levitate for a few seconds to avoid herself hurt in falls or reaching higher places.
• 2nd-Power- Necromancy: Necromancy is a foul art, but the materials for it are readily available. Everything in necromancy has to be paid in life. From the art of divinating using entrails, to raising corpses. The most basic spells of this art require a few drops of blood or small animals. A single pigeon can make a very basic zombie or skeleton automaton. The most powerful forms of this art can raise the dead back to life, however the price is equally steep. Another person at the least must die to resurrect someone. Similarly, this cruel ritual can be inverted, and by paying with someone's life, Diana can drag a target into the underworld forcefully, essentially killing them.
• 3rd-Power-Mirror Of Envy: The Mirror of Envy, carved in the bone of a dead dragon and made of glass tempered with the blood of both a demon and a unicorn, is Diana's familiar. It floats around her most of the time and is a tool she can use to see and hear whatever the mirror sees and hears, as well as projecting her own image and voice reflected on its surface. The Mirror's true function, though is revealed when upon taking someone's image for 20 seconds, it can shatter, producing a copy of said person complete with their powers, knowledge and skills. These mirror copies have certain quirks, such as being loyal to a fault to Diana, unable to talk back unless they require it for use in their powers, and that they only last for as long as a mayfly draws breath (One day). Similarly, since they're mirror illusions in the end, any lingering effects or constructs created by them vanish as well. The mirror takes several days to recompose itself after being used this way.

Relationships:

Whoever pays her prices.

Royal Rumble!

Once more with feeling...

Diana(v2)

Hider

Name:

Diana Graeca AKA " The Witch of Bones."

Age:

18

Grade:

Rhean Technical 3rd year. - A school for those with less financial support and that is flexible with temp jobs. Currently unaffiliated to any of the big three.

Biography:

Diana is but the latest descendant of an ancient bloodline, that predates the Great War, and whose arts are also from before the emergence of Blessings. Diana's family and tribe practised what was considered a dangerous and taboo endeavour. Black Magic users all of them, it was their rituals and spells who warped the rules of nature, god and men, that helped humans survive against the Ancient Evil onslaught. However, their situation quickly changed as the Gods decided to hand out Blessings, and from that point on they would also be shunned and more than often put in the same bag as demons due to their philosophy being sometimes in opposition to those of the Gods.

In modern times, there is few people who still practice these family arts. But Diana is one of them. At a young age she renounced to her blessing (it was a very useless one, as she could only talk to flies), and undergoing the ancient ritual passed down by her family, gaining the ability to use the dark arts by sacrificing something "dear" to her. (Diana is glad that this is the modern age as she can sacrifice her blessing as payment. Before such an era, one had to sacrifice a loved one to gain these powers). However, Black Magic usually doesn't give much in the paying of bills, so she had to constantly be on the move avoiding loan sharks alongside with her family.

She found a certain respite in Rhea, after joining a rather modest school with temporary job compatibility, she settled in the big city. Her parents were somewhat successful in getting odd jobs to make ends meet, such as telephone customer service and supermarket cashier. She herself settled for comic book store attendant, even though she is always threatening to quit because her boss always makes her cosplay in comic and anime dresses to boost up the sales.

Of course, for those who step in the vibrant world that is beyond what meets the eye... her powers are also for those who can afford her prices.

Powers:

• Core Power: Spark of Magic: If one has to determine what is a black mage compared to a human one needs to imagine a ladder. Humans are at the base, and at the top of the billion or so of steps, is a Divine presence. Mages have stepped up one or two steps, and they have an inherent spark in themselves which allow them to twist and bend the seams of natural order as long as they have proper procedures. However, Magic is not a toy, and often than more, trying to be too greedy or trying to approach much more intense sources of magic and divine power can cause severe backslash.
• 1st Power-Sorcery (Od): Sorcery is the use of one's own internal magical energy (od, another word for this kind of energy is Ki), to perform some pretty basic spells. Diana is adept at using the od to heal minor wounds, launch small blasts of energy, that hurt as much as a punch, and reinforce her body to resist some enemy attacks and not die at the first time someone kicks her hard. Od is also employed in a mage's favorite trick: Flight. Useful for getting away and launching overhead attacks.
• 2nd-Power- Necromancy: Necromancy is a foul art, but the materials for it are readily available. Everything in necromancy has to be paid in life. From the art of divinating using entrails, to raising corpses. The most basic spells of this art require a few drops of blood or small animals. A single pigeon can make a very basic zombie or skeleton automaton. The most powerful forms of this art can raise the dead back to life for a single day, however the price is equally steep. Another person at the least must die to resurrect someone. Similarly, this cruel ritual can be inverted, and by paying with someone's life, Diana can drag a target into the underworld forcefully(although the effect is only temporal)
• 3rd Power- Ritual Magic: Ritual magic refers to the complex rituals and scriptures a mage has to use in order to manifest powers that otherwise their Od would not be able to. These usually involve painstakingly intricate circles, chants, and exotic components. Sure, Mages can rain blizzards and fireballs on top of people's enemies with the right catalysts, but such a bizarre display would flush out months of work and years of savings in pretty fireworks. For example, a fireball would require a desiccated salamander ritually sacrificed under a new moon and smoked in a 100 year old tree's wood, and making a Wall of Ice would require to carve a single block of pure ice made from a pristine spring, and then melt it with purifying salt. She is currently trying to learn solar magic, but given the catalyst of those is pure gold... her studies are slow and frustrating. It is possible for her to make lasting enchantments and curses, although the time and effort involved in those is proportional.

Relationships:

Whoever pays her prices.

Kurai Majoko: Dark Magical Girls

Hey so uhh, I think I'm going to be dropping this RP. I have a lot on my plate and I feel like I'm not really meshing well with everyone here character wise. Sorry, but I'm just not enjoying playing.

@floodtalon

Ouch, man. But we were getting just started... I was looking forward to actual fists XD

Anyway, best of luck.