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Diana's corner of the mouth turned into faint, vindicated smile as the outcome of the battle seemed to be decided by that one blow of the electric man. Truly, the foes were beaten, on the brink of exhaustion. Now, everything crashed down in full force. She tried to answer Brutus' words, as muddy and uninteligible they were, and Ria's jeers, who were a distant sound amidst the blaring ringing of her ears. Her feet failed to suport her, and she dropped on her knees. A faint,warm trickle run down her mouth. Bleeding, she saw, in the corners of her blurrying vision. She tried to call for her, but even her plight was drowned in blood splattering cough.

There was so much one could cheat, reinforce and resist, before paying what was due. Numb and cold and exhausted, she sank into oblivion, the world around her turning into darkness. She saw a light a light... and felt a presence.

"Well, Diana... Tis a pity, but I've come to claim you. Short but remarkable."
The disembodied voice said, in a tenebrous gutural but sombre tome.

"The...ferryman." Diana added, and gulped in her mind. So that was it. 18 short years. She did not regret fighting those who fouled creation and the magic arts.

It was then when the voice turned into a rather indignated and feminine squeak."What? No, I am not the old man! How can you assume my glorious self is like that brute, temperamental oaf!" So it was a female grim reaper? Well not that mattered much in the end. "Actually...that reminds me of something, Diana. Can I call you Diddums?"

"Only my family calls me that."

"Well, I am a Moira. I can call you what I want, really. Let's say that I have a way to bend the rules, and since I am fond of your struggle I might be able to bring you back."

"What's the catch, divine Moira?" Diana said, a path out of this situation appearing before her.

"I can bend the rules a bit and say that since this was something related to a demonic incursion, you've earned a reprieve. In return I want part of your lifetime"

"But i am about to die."

"Not that kind of life time. Truth to be told the underworld is a droll place full of rules. I want to spend my afternoons sometimes eating ice cream and doing girl things. But I need to borrow a body so that the higher ups don't notice." The Moira stated.

"Fine then I accept." Diana said, resolute

"So I want a few days a month- wait what, that fast?"

"Not like i can bargain much now."

"That's my little Diddums, resolute and determined to the end. I will be borrowing it now, you're in no position to even continue without a little mending..." The spirit said, and the darkness disipated. Diana's vision was restored, and her aching body seemed to be back to her. Except for the reason she could not control it. She could feel and see and hear... but her body was no longer her own. Something else was moving it, making her to stand tall once again, before staggering to Ria.

"I am sorry, Ria... I am a bit faint now." She added, her hands and head resting on the other's girl chest without any kind of shame or bashfulness. "But I can continue." She eyed the blood on her mouth, and wiped it off elegantly. "For a bit." Not-Diana said, smiling somewhat.

Diana wanted to scream. But she could not. Out of all things, she had just relinquished control to a pervert.
Good, good. I will start posting the meat of the Rp soon.
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I think this looks really interesting, getting some nice F.E.A.R-vibes from this.
I also enjoy that it is not simply a good vs evil-thing, order vs chaos is a lot more interesting and it really helps the setting that we have magic users in the GRAM and the mention of witches out in the world having established societies.

However, magic is described as extremely powerful, a basic "do anything"-ability but with the fickle-rule applied to it. So I am wondering about exactly what a trooper (non-magic user) can do against a witch?


Well, it is theoretically do anything... so it basically boils down to three factors that can affect a witch powers: talent, discipline and experience. You can cross the discipline bit, they are an anarchic lot. Talent is an even spread: there are monsters but the vast majority is middling. And experience, only few have enough of it.

The reason they ruined the world was less of the sheer firepower and more of the world descending into chaos all at once.

A normal GRAM trooper has discipline, teamwork, intel and material weapons at their disposal. It's safe to assume that a team can dispose without much problem of the average run-of-the mill witch as long as they are sensible and aren't caught on their back foot.

(I will allow PC troopers to be better than average. After all, they should be a viable choice.)

GRAM have also sorceresses and enchanted armaments if the target is tough enough.
Um, hello?@NiceSpice
It's just a question of maths, really.

Humans are 7 billion (7,000,000,000) people.

Half of them are women. (3,500,000,000)

Approximatedly 1 in each 100,000 shows the genetic markers to become a Witch and manipulate arcane powers that defy comprehension (35,000)

Add that the ratio of arcane powers between women and men is 1000:1 (35,035)

This is a world where 90% of the wealth is accumulated on 10% of the people.

When these Witches awoke, be it because solar activity, climate change, pollution or cosmic alignments, how many of these were born in the 90% of the world who struggled to make a living?(31,532)

And... how many of those, having gained reality bending powers overnight, sought to overturn their situation?

The world as we knew... was torn aside in what we know as the Great Awakening, the Walpurgisnacht.

- Extract from the handwritten notes of a scientist found in Geneva, Switzerland


Witch Hunter - Apocalyse, as its name indicates, will be about hunting witches. But it will also be set in a world that is very much like our own, except it was turned upside down by the surgence of the supernatural, long thought to be just an old wives' tale.

As a result of a lot of people (the eponymous Witches, often women, but very rarely men) gaining game-changing power overnight, Governments collapsed, and the world was turned around in a state of disrepair and anarchy, where Witches like ages old warlords, or in this case warladies compete fiercely for resources and thralls, much like the ones before them. With this surgence of magic unto the world, creatures of myth that were thought to not have existed (what we will be calling supernals for the sake of simplicity, even if it's an eclectic group that includes from unicorns to undead) have returned.

However, not everything was destroyed. The embers of civilization still are lit, in the form of the Global Response Anti Magic troops, or GRAM troopers for short, who defend the very last stronghold of the old world order against the descent into anarchy and chaos.

You will be one of them.

You will hunt witches.











Besides that, the world is pretty open ended, so don't hesitate to put forward ideas as long as they make sense. Other than that, i will push this rp forward if there's enough interest.
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The prince, surprisingly was able to withstand his mother's withering glare. Once upon a time, he would have cowered and reeled back. But not this time. This was a time of sword and curt actions, not a time of mollifying his mother. He just listened to his peers. Some people had the same ideas as him. Some more excitable than others, like the blonde Viscountess. The nod of approval from the veteran count did a little reassurance towards him.

Well, at least someone appreciates I am making mother livid and turning myself into a sacrificial lamb just for the sake of dear lord Father's mission. The prince thought to himself as he watched the Isparian weirdo leave the room.

"I don't think that would be the wisest course of action, father." He muttered under his breath. There was some kind of self-entitlement in this man, a reluctance to even try to suceed in basic courtesies that made him worry for the cooperation inside a team. "Please keep the messaging channels ready and a steady supply of funds, father. We need not to be stalled at all costs and we will be moving a lot."

However when the rings were deposited in his hands, the prince was concocting an idea already. "This will allow us to cover as many places as we are within two days. Provided we forsake any kind of fighting, focus on the intel, and gather here at the second day. Although the best safety would be in numbers."
Is everyone busy?


Just feelin lazy.
Can I become Meguka?

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