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MAGILOCK=DRAGOKEY [Magical Girl Harem Thing]

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Magilock

Dragokey

MAGILOCK=DRAGOKEY [Magical Girl Harem Thing]

I'm still here, finding good picks is just a nightmare.

The Sisters of the Dying Branch

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The Sisters of the Dying Branch

Rebecca returned to her body as the rest of the witches woke up, feeling much more refreshed than one might think for having essentially spent the whole night awake. It wasn't a perfect system, though- sooner or later, she'd have to make up the hours, or at least a few of them. As she made her way over to the coven house, the medium made sure to take a look at the dorm assignments, just make sure everything was cool. And it certainly seemed to be. Dakota was the very definition of chill (as long as you didn't touch her stuff, apparently) and Iris was rather similar. That would make getting along very easy indeed.

Heading through the kitchen. Rebecca stopped and saw a spatula that had been animated cooking pancakes all by itself. That was a pretty useful spell- maybe it was something similar to Iris' golems? Something to look into. In any case, she got herself a couple of pancakes and sat down next to Kate. "Well, we've got ourselves a free day, it seems. Do you happen to have any plans?"

MAGILOCK=DRAGOKEY [Magical Girl Harem Thing]

WIP

"If you're looking for courage, there's nobody boulder!"

Name: Midori Yamamoto

Gender: Female

Age: 17

Role: MAGILOCK

Contracted to: Terra Cracker, a sledgehammer with two massive stones for heads. Much like its partner, Terra Cracker is loud, boisterous, and a general ditz. That said, in a fight, it possesses much better sense, though that's a bar so low to clear that it's subterranean. It gives Midori the ability to cause earthquakes, raise rock walls for defense, and shoot shards of stone at an enemy, as well as enough super strength to lift an SUV. In its DRAGOKEY form, it gains two extra heads and enables Midori to control metal, turn herself into living stone for a short time, and lift and throw an 18-wheeler. All in all, not bad.

Personality: If one were to imagine what a stereotypical oni would be like as a high school girl, they need look no further. A mountain of a teenager at 6 feet even, Midori was not exactly blessed with brain size commensurate with body size. She's extremely flamboyant and over-the-top, and considers herself to just be one of the boys. That said, she's warm-hearted and loyal, and always striving to improve herself.

History: Midori was always awkward. Never fitting in with the other girls, constantly being mocked for her size, attracting stares. So she told the world to go screw itself, and made sure the attention was always on her. Just a few days ago, though, all that changed.

A gigantic hammer appeared as she was ducking through an alleyway, taking a shortcut home from school. It said it was an ARMARUNE, a sort of magical weapon, and wanted her help to fight evil, just like on those shows she watched growing up. Midori didn't need to be asked twice, and threw in with the hammer. Now, she spends her days in school, her nights battling the SEVENSINS, and doing her part to make her small corner of the world a better place.

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Will do up tomorrow. She's going to carry a big ol' warhammer. Also, is super strength an acceptable power? To cause earthquakes with a slam and the like?

MAGILOCK=DRAGOKEY [Magical Girl Harem Thing]

Dibs on earth!

The Sisters of the Dying Branch

Cassandra waited for Summer to say something, but the other witch kept her trap shut. Oh, fine, girl. If you want to be Little Miss Sulks-a-lot, I sure as hell ain't going to stop you. The cursewright walked off, heading back to the clearing where the rest of the new coven members were gathered. Finding herself a spot closer to the center of the action, she started setting up her bedroll. As she worked, Kate opened Isolde's spellbook... or at least tried to.

The explosion was damned impressive, and though she wasn't directly targeted, Cassandra had to avert her eyes. "Well done, Kate. I trust you've learned not to go poking around in other people's stuff?" She simply had to do something similar to her purse when she got back to the coven house. Maybe making the hands of anyone else who reached where the weren't supposed to rot off? The blonde started to brainstorm ideas for her hexes as she drifted off to sleep- not exactly the healthiest thing to be thinking of, but it got her through the night.

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Rebecca sat apart from the others, but she didn't mind putting her two cents in, either. "Just be careful, Dakota. There's a saying I've heard- 'If you going looking for revenge, dig two graves first.' You've seen how powerful Summer is firsthand. Hell, she already blinded you, for crying out loud! Go to war if you want, but remember that she will, too. And she'll play to win." As she readied her sleeping bag, the redhead made sure that she was extra comfortable- she was going to need to be- and then she stepped out of her body.

It was a weird sensation, almost like wading through pudding, or something similar. She looked down at herself, her physical form stuck in a state of suspended animation. No movement, no breathing, not even any brain activity. She walked through a fallen log and plopped herself down on a stump- she was getting better at controlling when she was tangible and when she wasn't. A faint blue aura surrounded her, it always reminded her of Obi-wan in the old Star Wars movies. "If anyone wants to stay up late and chat, I wouldn't mind. I'm already asleep."

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Okay, this was ugly. And Cassandra didn’t do ugly, in more ways than one. The fight had been bad enough, but whatever hex Summer had used was too far by half. Even if it was a pretty cool bit of magic, she had to admit. It seemed Dakota was returning to normal, though, so she’d be fine. The main priority was getting to Summer, now.

Eventually, she came across the other girl, looking for all the world like a domestic abuse victim from Dakota’s haymaker. “Hey, Summer. I’ve got a spell that would work for that injury of yours. I think. It’s… it’s a variation of one of my curses, drains life force from things around you to heal. Never used it on somebody else, though. And if you don’t want me working black magic around you, I’ll understand.”

Cassandra plopped herself down on a log next to Summer. “How did you cast that hex, anyway? I mean, I know my way around spells like that, but I never saw anyone cast one that fast in my life before. I’m really impressed- you’ve got some serious game, girl. Remind me never to get on your bad side…”