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Kimetsu no Yaiba - Shingetsu

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"Kill him? No, I never," Kikumi muttered after Fushigi spoke, but only really to herself. That was all she said for the remainder of the meeting.

The Storm Pillar was no different to usual. Kikumi didn't dislike him, per se, she agreed with a lot of his sentiments, but his personality and actions did not always sit well with her. Even though he was the same position as the other Pillars, he was still throwing orders at them. Nevertheless, Kikumi would do as he asked. It was not a bad order. Besides, no one had said anything about her conducting a little personal business on the side.

Kikumi kept a close eye on the Storm Pillar's students throughout, especially his Tsuguko. It made her uneasy that he was allowed to keep his subordinates inside yet the other Pillars had left theirs outside. It almost made her wish that she had brought Tatsuo with her. Almost. It didn't seem like they were doing anything, but their presence was unsettling.

Then the meeting was over. Kikumi gave Arashii and the other Pillars one last nod before she made her exit, eyeing the Tsuguko and casting a pitiful look to those who had been forced to wait outside. It was still raining, and she had no doubt that she would be thoroughly soaked once again.

From there, she began her journey to her estate. There was no need to send a message beforehand. She had nothing to say that couldn't wait an hour longer. She wanted to be there to deliver the news, so that she could sort everything out at the same time. How exactly she would do that was up for question. Kikumi boarded the train in silence, but the inner workings of her mind were deafening.

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At the Sea Pillar's estate, it was quiet. Quieter than it had been earlier, at any rate. The light chatter and the sound of metal against metal accompanied the waves crashing on the beach, and even so late, the estate was very much alive. Many greeted Kikumi when she entered the estate once more. Kikumi did not spare any of them so much as a 'good evening'. Less from disrespect, and more from being oddly distracted.

As she had previously, she went around the estate to give new orders to all of her staff. Perhaps it would not be a bad idea to transfer some of the higher management to someone else, but Kikumi couldn't trust anyone else to do it correctly. There was a comfort to be found in her current routine, as well as the fact that this way she would have full knowledge of exactly everything everyone was supposed to do.

At the end of her familiar circuit of the estate was Tatsuo. A strategic decision, because in this way she was not wasting time she could use on other parts of the estate berating him. She burst into the training room. Her student truly though that he could hide from her in there, but she always knew where he was.

(She had enlisted someone else to keep an eye on him. She was a busy woman, after all.)

"Listen to me! There is no more time for lying around. Now, you-" Kikumi started, voice raised. But she cut herself off. She was talking to air and a rack of weapons. Kikumi blinked, and looked around once more. "You... are not here."

Feeling a little embarrassed, she left. Yet, she was confused. He must've discovered a new hiding spot. Now she had to find that, on top of everything else that had been thrown on her in the last hour. Kikumi cursed to herself, making her way down to where her students were training. At times like these, a good spar would help her to stay together.

No words could express the surprise she felt when she passed Tatsuo on her way there, doing exactly as she had asked. It was beginning to feel like she only gave him instructions out of necessity, rather than expecting him to actually follow them. Kikumi smiled slightly.

"I see you're following instructions," she said, sounding pleased, as if she hadn't been about to shout at him a few minutes ago. "It had better continue this way. We will be needing it."

All of the positivity in her voice vanished, returning to her usual serious tone. Kikumi leaned in, adjusting her mask, before speaking in a low voice only Tatsuo could hear. "Listen to me, because I will not repeat myself. The River Pillar is a traitor. We have been instructed to take on more students. This means more work from all of us. Do you understand?" Despite asking for approval and the severity of what she had just said, Kikumi continued without a pause. "That is not all. Keep an eye on those who seem like they would defect. Report anyone suspicious to me. We must make sure that the Demon Slaying Corps remains as one. Do not disappoint me."

Kimetsu no Yaiba - Shingetsu

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The weather was awful, but everything was still the same. Yes, even while the rain poured, the entire population of the Sea Pillar's estate was still working hard. If anything, the downpour would make them stronger. The lady herself was indifferent to it, though no one could really tell what she was ever thinking, not with the red and white kitsune mask that she was never without. Today, too, she watched over the operations of estate with keen eyes. She had just completed a quick check on those who were injured, as per usual. Now, she walked out of the building, satisfied with what she had seen.

"Eeh, I can't believe Mori-san is still making us train. I'm gonna get sick!"

"That's why we're in the medical area, you idiot."

As the demon slayers passed Kikumi, she spared them a look. "Is there anything wrong?" Even with her face covered, her disappointment was obvious.

"N-not at all, Mori-san," came the stuttered response. The two cast their gaze downwards as they shuffled past her. With one last glance at them, she exited the building, surveying the rest of the estate. Even from there she could see her trainees slacking. It was outstanding to her how so many people could find so many reasons to neglect their training - had they no drive to improve? Was that not the very reason they were there in the first place? Before she could tell any of them off, she was interrupted by an assault on her shoulder by a rather loud bird. She pulled it off of her with a huff, grabbing onto the message on its foot before haphazardly tossing it back into the sky. She never did like those crows.

As for the contents of the message, the other demon slayers could only imagine what it was that caused the Sea Pillar to abandon her previous task so quickly. She rushed around the estate, causing much confusion, whispering hurried instructions to her staff, organising things as fast as she moved around. Her penultimate destination, her own home, was a simple ordeal of getting changed. In a matter of minutes, she emerged in her demon slayer uniform and her signature haori, a gradient of white to pink decorated with waves along the bottom. Then, the moment she dreaded. Finally, it was time to visit her subordinate, Tatsuo Isao. Or, as she liked to call him, a headache that never quite went away.

"I will be away for a few hours." she said bluntly. "Please behave. Please make sure other people behave. Please train. This is all I ask of you. I hope that there will not be any issues in my absence." Her voice was soft, but as always, there was a certain sternness in it. With that said, she turned swiftly and left before he could respond. The Storm Pillar's estate was a fair distance away and she planned to set off straight away. Not to mention that she was in no mood for discussion.

She had made the travel arrangements earlier. A carriage to the nearest place with a station then a train or two. She would have preferred to do a portion of the journey on foot, but time would not allow for that. Despite her mainly indoor trip, she was still drenched by the time she reached the Storm Pillar's estate. Kikumi nodded curtly at the other Pillar's subordinates that had been left outside, emphasising their being stuck in the rain. As the Sea Pillar, she had begrudgingly accepted being soaked as a part of life, but that did not mean she enjoyed it. She was also intensely grateful she had not brought along her own disciple, for she could not imagine him enjoying the rain any more than she was.

After entering, Kikumi reached to turn her mask to the side, though she decided against it. Depending on what was to soon come out, it might be better to keep it on. Regrettably, her face was notorious for spilling out everything she felt clear as day. She slid into her place, glancing around the room, trying to gauge what the other Pillars were thinking. Then the Storm Pillar began to speak.

Upon hearing the bad news, Kikumi clenched her teeth hard. A defected Pillar - much less, the River Pillar. She would not admit it, but she had a soft spot for the boy. And now, to be told this? It was a shock. Perhaps there had been some premonition, that she had foolishly ignored. Even then, to turn traitor in favour of the very creatures they had sworn to kill was absurd. When Kikumi spoke, she tried to maintain her usual tone, which she did with moderate success. It was still a little stiff - though only to the trained ear.

"Subtle, yes, but we must also make sure that this is and remains an isolated incident, she said, putting aside her feelings for the moment, as difficult as it was. "No matter whether he was forced to do this or if he did it willingly, we must take precautions to prevent it in the future as well. If a Pillar can defect, then we must not think it above the other slayers to do the same - even if we must make an example, just this once."

Kimetsu no Yaiba - Shingetsu

Kikumi Mori

^{Kikumi Mori | 森菊美}

A g e : 20
G e n d e r : Female
B r i e f B i o : Kikumi grew up as one of the many children of a fairly wealthy family. The middle child of five, and the only girl, from birth, it was clear she would not be the heir to anything. Still, she lived a comfortable childhood, with little ambition and watching from the sidelines as her brothers were pitted against each other, wondering what they desired so greatly. She had no need for swordsmanship nor power. Then, inevitably, to break down the wonderland she has been brought up in, came the attack. The Mori family hadn't ended so badly affected, compared to what could have happened at the very least. Of Kikumi's siblings, three were dead, but her eldest brother and parents were still intact. The only thing that saved them was the blade of a stranger, who had appeared too late to prevent the tragedy but left to early for Kikumi to ask for his name. She regarded the event with a morbid interest, a wrench thrown into her life that had spiralled it off course.

"It was demons," people said. They were called ridiculous, but though she did not know the whole story of what had happened that night, Kikumi found this perfectly reasonable. After much deliberation, she left her comfortable home in search of the man who had saved her life. Hell in the form of months of wandering in an unfamiliar world, researching the horrors she had been put through, progressing into a deep desire to slay the creatures called demons. Upon the discovery of those called demon slayers, she proceeded to throw herself on the doorstep of anyone who would listen, anyone who could teach her.

Kikumi found someone eventually, who taught her, and did well, though perhaps it was her own newfound drive to succeed that bolstered her progress so much. Soon, she had transitioned from a girl whose existence was blissful yet meaningless to a gifted demon slayer, who was so small and delicate, yet like her breathing style, fought viciously, as if every battle was her last. Not to mention the ever-growing list of demons she had slain. So it was not too much of a surprise to her when she was chosen as a tsuguko by the former Water Pillar. Despite this, she strove for higher greatness, which she received upon the retirement of the Pillar, at which point she had been selected to inherit the position. She did so with pride, yet she still works hard to hone her skills to perfection. She never did find her saviour, but perhaps one day, she will.
P e r s o n a l i t y
[+] Tenacious
[+] Driven
[+] Courageous
[-] Reserved
[-] Self-assured
[-] Perfectionist
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_{B r e a t h i n g S t y l e}

^{B r e a t h o f t h e S e a} : Derivative of the Breath of Water. Though similar, rather than simply embracing the flow of the liquid itself, this style encompasses the behaviour and nature of the sea itself. Elegant at times, but ultimately violent, erratic, and relentless. The Breath of the Sea is almost entirely offensive, utilising sudden movements and flurries of attacks, unrestrained as the waves wearing away at the base of a cliff. The Breath of the Sea is designed to complement a fighting style similar to its namesake while also allowing for greater agility and an escape.

❀ First Form : Thrashing Waves - A flurry of attacks, usually in one direction. Imprecise, but unpredictable and numerous. At best, they will pierce and cut most in their way, but unless Kikumi puts in significant force, will not be going through anyone anytime soon.

❀ Second Form : Tidal Pool - In order to use this form, Kikumi must be in the air. The path of her descent becomes a spiral, narrower at the bottom than at the top, and the speed increases. By holding her sword with her inner or outer hand, this form can be used in two different ways. However, she is right-handed, so she is at a disadvantage if she chooses to use her left hand, and cannot change direction mid-fall.

❀ Third Form : Rippling Surface - A dance-like move in which Kikumi leaps from point to point, never touching the ground for more than a second. Each descent is marked by a swift downwards slice, then by Kikumi making contact with the ground. At present, she can make four consecutive jumps at most, though five if she moves in one direction (for example, if every jump is to the right of the previous one).

❀ Fourth Form : Tide In | Tide Out - A simple horizontal slash, followed by a quick leap to the side, backwards, or a combination of the two. On occasion, Kikumi will use her enemy as a springboard, to push them backwards or to the ground, as well as making her jump more powerful.

❀ Fifth Form : Tsunami - A great jump into the air, much higher than should be possible, followed by a quick descent. Kikumi angles herself downwards, looking at her target. The place where she will land is slightly in front of them, and once she is in range, she begins with a horizontal slash, usually across the neck, though she may target other areas too. From there, she can roll in the air, ending up with her feet to the opponent, where she can then kick them hard, sending her and them in opposite directions. Alternatively, she can follow up with a powerful vertical slash, which can cut through all but the bulkiest of opponents.

❀ Sixth Form : Maelstrom - One of the simplest, yet most difficult of moves. Remaining in one place, the swordsman spins continuously, keeping their blade at a constant height. Anything that comes in contact with the blade is cut. This form comes with a whole slew of vulnerabilities if it is not performed perfectly or if the spin is too slow. Kikumi herself is not completely capable of maintaining more than a single rotation.
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_{N i c h i r i n B l a d e}

^{B l a d e D e s c r i p t i o n} : Kikumi's katana is a delicate lavender colour. The more neutral mid-ground between the sorrowful blue and the passionate red, this gentle hue represents grace and elegance, as well as ambition, which fits her particularly well. Oddly enough, also associated with the colour is nostalgia. The sword is mostly regular otherwise, bearing a flower-like golden guard. It is the first sword she ever received, and she hopes to make it the last too.
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^{O t h e r U n i q u e T r a i t s} :
❀ Clear Sight : Other than having 20-20 vision, Kikumi has excellent eyesight and attention to detail. No matter whether it's noticing an opponent's vulnerabilities to ruining magic tricks for other people, she can do it. Perhaps it stems from her perfectionism, or maybe she is just more attentive than most, but either way, it is an asset to her.

❀ Odd Attachment : Kikumi is always seen wearing a hairpin of cherry blossom flowers. Even in battle, despite how delicate those sorts of things can be. Still, it is perfectly intact. People say that she sleeps in it too (she will neither confirm nor deny these rumours).

Sea Estate NPCs

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	Ryōta Tsurugi | 剣亮大 age: 24 ❀ gender: M ❀ breath: Thunder "That man. That useless, useless man." While he doesn't have a job at the estate, it doesn't seem like Tsurugi is ever at the estate to train either. He appears, stays for a bit, then vanishes for days or weeks. He's quite well known for just wandering around aimlessly, and attracting the scorn of the Sea Pillar for distracting her students. Somehow he never gets told off for doing nothing. Perhaps he has just wasted so much time at the estate that she has given up on asking him to be productive. Though his brother is at the estate too, they don't spend much time together. He is quite friendly and happy to help anyone who needs him, but there is a hidden layer of arrogance in him somewhere that comes out from time to time. When asked what he was there for, Kikumi gave no response.
	Yūki Tsurugi | 剣勇生 age: 15 ❀ gender: M ❀ breath: Thunder "A child. But if I were to reject him, he would find someone worse to look after him, so I do what I can." There is a saying at the Sea Pillar estate: "Mori-san has no favourites because she hates all of us equally." This is a lie. She does have a favourite, and it is Yūki Tsurugi. The younger brother of Ryōta, he excels at the art of demon slaying, and manages to keep up with everything that Kikumi throws at him. Despite this, she adamantly refuses to make him her Tsuguko and makes sure he is rarely alone on missions. Tsurugi is a little shy and awkward in conversation, but it is clear that he puts his all into his training and tries his best at everything he does. This effort rarely pays off. He is awful at pretty much everything except demon slaying.
	Emi Sakao | 坂尾英美 age: 27 ❀ gender: F ❀ breath: Water "A wonderful woman. She does enjoy her gossip, though..." When Kikumi cannot trust Tatsuo Isao to handle something, she passes that task down to Sakao. She isn't the greatest at demon slaying, but is an incredibly intelligent woman. Plus, with her own (most likely better) separate reputation to Kikumi, there are some things that Sakao is just more suited to doing. If Kikumi decides to leave for anything over a day, a very regular occurrence, she will hold down the estate in her absence. Hidden behind her bubbly personality, Sakao is a massive gossip. To confide in her is to confide in the entire female population of the estate. Yet, she has a way with words that still gets people to spill their secrets to her. Times like these are the ones where Kikumi's knack for saying as little as possible comes in handy.

My Hero Academia: Another Story

Eira Winters ❄ Antartica

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Eira tapped her fingers on her lap, processing what Judith had said. Then she began to tap faster, glancing around the car that allegedly belonged to Damien. She considered all sorts of things - what she was going to have for dinner, if she could afford to buy that skirt she liked and, more importantly, what the hell she was doing. Going on an impromptu investigation into something way out of her depth with some other high schoolers. One of which had a 'soft and lovable' friend, which probably meant that whoever it was happened to be neither of the two.

She was not nervous. So not nervous that her hand started to reach across the door, fitting neatly into the handle as she seriously began to question her life decisions. After some deliberation, she pressed it and the door opened with a click. Eira spared a glance at her companions as she began to slide out of the vehicle.

"...Maybe not," she said. "Y'know, this kinda thing isn't my style. Tell me if you find anything." She stood up, brushing the skirt of her uniform. "Later." Then she left, without giving either of them a chance to convince her otherwise. After all, shady detective work wasn't what she did. But she was definitely not afraid of skipping classes at all.

With her newfound freedom, she left, intending to just walk back to school and get some work done or whatever was the best method of wasting time. But as she made her way back, she noticed a few people all chatting outside of the parking lot - from who she could see, some of her classmates were in the group. Just ignore them, do not make eye contact. Easy.

As she walked past, she heard one of them (Peter, was it?) speak up. "Sup. Gunna go grab some smash burger, wanna tag along?" Eira stopped, turning to look at the group, before realising in a moment of horror that he was not talking to her in the slightest. She froze, unsure of what to do, listening as the conversation continued slightly. It would be weird now if she just kept on going, right? So she should say something.

"You're... getting burgers," she said slowly. Absolutely nailed it.

Kimetsu no Yaiba - Shingetsu

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Kikumi Mori

^{Kikumi Mori | 森貴久美}

A g e : 20
G e n d e r : Female
B r i e f B i o : Kikumi grew up as one of the many children of a fairly wealthy family. The third youngest of six, and the only girl, from birth, it was clear she would not be the heir to anything. Still, she lived a comfortable childhood, with little ambition and watching from the sidelines as her brothers were pitted against each other, wondering what they desired so greatly. She had no need for swordsmanship nor power. Then, inevitably, to break down the wonderland she has been brought up in, came the attack. The Mori family hadn't ended so badly affected, compared to what could have happened at the very least. Of Kikumi's siblings, three were dead, but her eldest brother and parents were still intact. The only thing that saved them was the blade of a stranger, who had appeared too late to prevent the tragedy but left to early for Kikumi to ask for his name. She regarded the event with a morbid interest, a wrench thrown into her life that had spiralled it off course.

"It was demons," people said. They were called ridiculous, but though she did not know the whole story of what had happened that night, Kikumi found this perfectly reasonable. After much deliberation, she left her comfortable home in search of the man who had saved her life. Hell in the form of months of wandering in an unfamiliar world, researching the horrors she had been put through, progressing into a deep desire to slay the creatures called demons. Upon the discovery of those called demon slayers, she proceeded to throw herself on the doorstep of anyone who would listen, anyone who could teach her.

Kikumi found someone eventually, who taught her, and did well, though perhaps it was her own newfound drive to succeed that bolstered her progress so much. Soon, she had transitioned from a girl whose existence was blissful yet meaningless to a gifted demon slayer, who was so small and delicate, yet like her breathing style, fought viciously, as if every battle was her last. Not to mention the ever-growing list of demons she had slain. So it was not too much of a surprise to her when she was chosen as a tsuguko by the former Water Pillar. Despite this, she strove for higher greatness, which she received upon the retirement of the Pillar, at which point she had been selected to inherit the position. She did so with pride, yet she still works hard to hone her skills to perfection. She never did find her saviour, but perhaps one day, she will.
P e r s o n a l i t y
[+] Tenacious
[+] Driven
[+] Courageous
[-] Reserved
[-] Self-assured
[-] Perfectionist
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_{B r e a t h i n g S t y l e}

^{B r e a t h o f t h e S e a} : Derivative of the Breath of Water. Though similar, rather than simply embracing the flow of the liquid itself, this style encompasses the behaviour and nature of the sea itself. Elegant at times, but ultimately violent, erratic, and relentless. The Breath of the Sea is almost entirely offensive, utilising sudden movements and flurries of attacks, unrestrained as the waves wearing away at the base of a cliff. The Breath of the Sea is designed to complement a fighting style similar to its namesake while also allowing for greater agility and an escape.

❀ First Form : Thrashing Waves - A flurry of attacks, usually in one direction. Imprecise, but unpredictable and numerous. At best, they will pierce and cut most in their way, but unless Kikumi puts in significant force, will not be going through anyone anytime soon.

❀ Second Form : Tidal Pool - In order to use this form, Kikumi must be in the air. The path of her descent becomes a spiral, narrower at the bottom than at the top, and the speed increases. By holding her sword with her inner or outer hand, this form can be used in two different ways. However, she is right-handed, so she is at a disadvantage if she chooses to use her left hand, and cannot change direction mid-fall.

❀ Third Form : Rippling Surface - A dance-like move in which Kikumi leaps from point to point, never touching the ground for more than a second. Each descent is marked by a swift downwards slice, then by Kikumi making contact with the ground. At present, she can make four consecutive jumps at most, though five if she moves in one direction (for example, if every jump is to the right of the previous one).

❀ Fourth Form : Tide In | Tide Out - A simple horizontal slash, followed by a quick leap to the side, backwards, or a combination of the two. On occasion, Kikumi will use her enemy as a springboard, to push them backwards or to the ground, as well as making her jump more powerful.

❀ Fifth Form : Tsunami - A great jump into the air, much higher than should be possible, followed by a quick descent. Kikumi angles herself downwards, looking at her target. The place where she will land is slightly in front of them, and once she is in range, she begins with a horizontal slash, usually across the neck, though she may target other areas too. From there, she can roll in the air, ending up with her feet to the opponent, where she can then kick them hard, sending her and them in opposite directions. Alternatively, she can follow up with a powerful vertical slash, which can cut through all but the bulkiest of opponents.

❀ Sixth Form : Maelstrom - One of the simplest, yet most difficult of moves. Remaining in one place, the swordsman spins continuously, keeping their blade at a constant height. Anything that comes in contact with the blade is cut. This form comes with a whole slew of vulnerabilities if it is not performed perfectly or if the spin is too slow. Kikumi herself is not completely capable of maintaining more than a single rotation.
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_{N i c h i r i n B l a d e}

^{B l a d e D e s c r i p t i o n} : Kikumi's katana is a delicate lavender colour. The more neutral mid-ground between the sorrowful blue and the passionate red, this gentle hue represents grace and elegance, as well as ambition, which fits her particularly well. Oddly enough, also associated with the colour is nostalgia. The sword is mostly regular otherwise, bearing a flower-like golden guard. It is the first sword she ever received, and she hopes to make it the last too.
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^{O t h e r U n i q u e T r a i t s} :
❀ Clear Sight : Other than having 20-20 vision, Kikumi has excellent eyesight and attention to detail. No matter whether it's noticing an opponent's vulnerabilities to ruining magic tricks for other people, she can do it. Perhaps it stems from her perfectionism, or maybe she is just more attentive than most, but either way, it is an asset to her.

❀ Odd Attachment : Kikumi is always seen wearing a hairpin of cherry blossom flowers. Even in battle, despite how delicate those sorts of things can be. Still, it is perfectly intact. People say that she sleeps in it too (she will neither confirm nor deny these rumours).

Mist City Story: An Urban Fantasy Mage RP

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"I don't suppose there's a list for these things? Ah, if only," Euphemia sighed, taking more of the (not for her) snacks, in a tone that made it difficult to tell whether she was series or not. "At the very least, it shouldn't be too hard to disqualify a few suspects. Do we have those yet? Hmm..." She trailed off in thought, still watching the others carefully, with perhaps more intelligence than she let on. Or maybe she was just very interested in how natural Grain's hair colour was. These sorts of questions - and there were even more that arose as the discussion furthered. She tapped on the armrest quicker.

And there were even more of them! Truly, the murderer was fearsome, but the need for so many people (with quite a few of high status) was definitely interesting. Nevertheless, Euphemia kept her thoughts to herself, continuing with the conversation at hand. "It isn't clear how well a trap would work, but you need not endanger yourself, Miss Grain. I could make a convincing fake... if a bait at all would even work," she said, frowning. "There is something to be said about the precautions these kinds of people take. But leaving a body in an alley isn't very careful, is it?"

She clapped her hands together at the mention of a crime scene, though no noise was made. Euphemia looked much too happy for what Arinne had just said. "What a wonderful idea, Miss Arinne. I'm sure that we will be able to find some more useful information there - after all, seeing something confirms it," she said, a little ironic coming from an illusionist. She was unsure of how exactly she would react to actually seeing the crime scene, though Euphemia was sure that she had seen enough horror films to ensure her lunch stayed where it was supposed to.

Emerald City

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Vanessa watched the conference with feigned disinterest, huffing every so often, but in truth, she listened a little too closely to every word. She was disappointed by the complete lack of helpful information given to assist with her impromptu investigation (which she had just decided to start, whether she actually stuck with it was up for debate). Lilian's family seemed to be in a bit of a state. Understandable, though the awful bit of Vanessa was a little grated by all of the crying. They were doing interviews and taking tips now - which was great, but also indicated that they hadn't really gotten anywhere with the investigation so far.

She was very surprised about the fair. Nothing quite like continuing your potentially dead daughter's event while you struggled to find her. Vanessa could only hope that despite everything that had happened, the atmosphere of the fair wouldn't be too dampened. They were all sad, but they could still enjoy themselves. Lily would probably want it, but Vanessa also wanted it a good deal.

She perked up at the questions section, mentally taking note of the alleged item of clothing that had been found. Opal Lake, the forest near it. That could come in handy for later. However, it was soon cut short before she could ask anything of her own. She didn't catch the exact reason, too lost in her own thoughts to pay enough attention. As everyone began to leave, she stood up too, a little disappointed. Then, she was approached by some old man. She recognised him as the one that had been with Elizabeth earlier, though she didn't know who he was herself.

"University?" Vanessa said, confused. "Oh- oh, right. Absolutely not. I do not go there. Don't plan to either." She watched as he began to walk off, considering his offer. Screw it, she might as well. "Thanks," she muttered, taking one of the business cards with the hotline number as they left. "What's the point of this, anyway? I might look like Lily, but I don't know anything about where she is. What, do you?"

My Hero Academia: Another Story

Seth Moore ~ Wonderland

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@Spike

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The plan as a whole was interesting. Fake someone's death? Definitely information Seth could keep for later, at the very least. He didn't have anything he needed he didn't already have, so for the ten minutes, he sat there, humming to himself. He wasn't too pleased with being allocated distraction duty. His quirk was neither flashy nor destructive. Still, he went along with it, because it really didn't look like he had much of a choice.

Seth spent a part of the helicopter ride considering his options, and then the other half fearing for his life. Trust a villain to make some bombs in the middle of the air, where it would be certain death if a single mistake were to be made. Then again, the whole villain shtick already came with a pretty high risk. A bit more wouldn't hurt.

Soon enough, him and the shark guy were dropped off at the garage. It was empty - for the time being. If the distraction went well, that would change. Seth walked over to one of the cars parked. It was a nice one. What a shame. He peered in the window. Nothing important either.

"I don't know if you've ever broken into a car before," he said, sounding bored. "But the alarms are pretty easy to set off. Just takes a bit of force." He walked around the car once more, before promptly slamming his hand as hard as he could into the window. He winced a little, mainly due to his sheer lack of strength, though sure enough, the alarm began. God, it was loud. "It's a start. Got any other ideas?"

Mist City Story: An Urban Fantasy Mage RP

ᴇ ᴜ ᴘ ʜ ᴇ ᴍ ɪ ᴀ ᴅ ᴀ ʟ ʀ ᴀ ᴀ ɴ

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Euphemia had been sitting there for some time, and was passing the brink of awkwardness when Arinne walked in. She sighed in relief. Then, she listened along to the conversation as it began, appearing disinterested, but observing her newfound companions all the while. None of them she knew very well, if at all, though that was the case for many people.

"Oh my! How awful," Euphemia said, speaking up for the first time. She sat in her seat, as comfortable as she would be in her own home, making her way through some of Arinne's snacks. The truth was that she had been horrendously early, and didn't have much of a choice apart from getting cosy.

She was still nervous. She hid it the best she could, but the way her feet tapped impatiently against the floor and how her dainty fingers fiddled with the ends of the armrests, and among other things, were telltale signs. "It is a little odd that they have similarities to the original Jack the Ripper though. One would think they were intentional." As if unconcerned, Euphemia inspected her nails, painted a delicate pink. "Perhaps it is coincidental. We shall have to wait and see. I would wonder what those organs are for, however..."

Euphemia trailed off as she leaned over to take another biscuit. "Or what anyone should want with them. Somehow, I do not think they are selling them."

Mist City Story: An Urban Fantasy Mage RP

Euphemia Dalraan

Euphemia Dalraan

age: 25 • gender: F

Personality:
Effie is the sole child of the Dalraan family, and it shows. She is incredibly sheltered, as well as a little spoilt. She is oblivious to a lot of simple things, but is eager to find out more about the world with an almost childlike innocence. When she speaks, she can be condescending, albeit unintentionally. She is a perfectionist, critical of her own mistakes, which often ends up with her upsetting herself. Effie is also known to get annoyed when she doesn't get what she wants or if things don't work out her way.

However, Effie is a generally sweet and optimistic person. She spends more time with a smile on her face than anything else, and is very supportive of other people. She is sensitive and quick to cry, and is very trusting of others. She tends to overlook other people's flaws, instead trying to find some kind of justification for the way they act.

Abilities: Affinity - Light
Effie's magic is not particularly combat orientated, but she functions perfectly fine that way. Her mana is not nearly of the highest quality, but she has vast quantites of it. She is able to bend light, which has a multitude of different applications. For example, she can create visual illusions, distract or blind the enemy or make herself and other things seem to disappear. Furthermore, she can alter the colour or intensity of light, and even can create it, though this takes a fair amount of mana to sustain. As a secondary effect of this, she can also manipulate shadows, though only in appearance.

She can also adjust temperatures slightly through the manipulation of infrared light, though she has considerably less practice in this. Effie can slightly alter the temperature of an area, or she can focus heat on a specific point. That's about all she can do, though.

Skills:
Cooking & Baking - She's good, for sure. Does she enjoy them? Also yes.

Silent Footsteps - Effie walks almost silently. Even when she doesn't try, it's hard to hear her coming.

Impressions - She can impersonate animals and other people pretty well, even more so with practice. Goes nicely with her illusions.

Cleaning - Therapeutic.

Assets:
Dalraan Shadowcloak - Purely for aesthetics. It is blacker than black, absorbing all light that touches it. Warm, too.

Torch - For emergencies.

Knife - For bigger emergencies. Or cooking!

Brief Backstory:
Effie was born Euphemia Dalraan, daughter of Camille and Darian Dalraan. She does not remember her early childhood, as most do not. There is one event that plays vividly in her mind, during the darkest hours of the night, and it is two beams of light, headlights, and the sharp squeal of tyres. Those are her final memories of Camille Dalraan. It may be her only memory.

Darian refused to remarry. And he didn't.

Effie spent the rest of her childhood under the watchful eye of her father. He was incredibly overprotective, never letting Effie out of his sight for even a minute, too afraid of what could happen to her while his back was turned. She went through her education, mundane and magical, at home. She was allowed to leave the house, but never without him or someone he trusted greatly by her side. This meant she rarely ever did, and when she could, her options of what she could do were vastly limited. She gained more freedoms with age, but she never really got a proper life. She didn't even know what that was supposed to mean. It was just normal for her.

She never resented her father for anything, even as she grew older. In fact, it was the opposite. She loved him more than anything, and Effie couldn't find it in her to hold anything against him. After all, he gave her anything she wanted, and in return, she was perfect. She had to be perfect. That was how the world worked. And it continued to do so, until Arinne Ar-Rynesarte activated her contracts.