BrokenPromise

Darkest Before the Dawn: A CYOA Magical Girl Roleplay [Completed]

french kissing.

@ERode

Bruh, I did not write that. Y'all thirsty. And I like it.

Anyway, Tetrad is also in the back rooms, but more on that when I post again.

Glacier (Trixy's second clone) is also outside, but I doubt I'll post with her unless someone specifically encounters her/she notices something. We seem to be set on characters at the rave.

Su is probably center rave, against the left/right wall. idk

I spoke with Rune, Katarina is following Mika, but is going to duck into a side room to transform.

Darkest Before the Dawn: A CYOA Magical Girl Roleplay [Completed]

“Music makes me lose control.”

— Su Fang

_@ERode

Su nodded when Lei mentioned that their name wasn’t their real name. “Of course, I doubt many girls use their real names.” Su was a rare exception because she had no family aside from Boteg, Helga, and Mika. She had retained her original memories and those of several other woman, but their families had been dead for a long time.

When she laughed at Boteg’s choice to come here, Su rolled her shoulders. “He’s genuinely afraid of such encounters, but has come here to get revenge. Only the revenge ended up serving itself without his intervention so...” Su trailed off. She wondered how much longer Boteg was going to stay here. Leaving Penrose would be a good move for her family but she’d also grown attached to the place. There were people here she’d hate to leave behind.

Their conversation would be put on hold when Vi started playing her music. “This sensation!” Su placed a hand on her head. It felt like her envy was acting up, but she had nothing to be envious of. Lei had nothing that she wanted, so Su couldn’t understand where these negative emotions were surfacing.

Then the smoke and fireballs started flying. It was time for a swift transformation.

“When you die, you rejoice, and the world cries!”

A twister briefly enveloped Su’s body before revealing her transformed state. Before the black smoke could wash over them, Su created a current. A swirling draft that drew the smoke up and towards the nearest vent. The rave was massive, so there was no way Su could cover the entire thing at once. But it was a simple matter to keep the immediate area free of smoke. The wind current was (hopefully) strong enough to draw the fireballs up and away from herself and her companion. Otherwise she could change her strategy and create a vacuum to smother them.

“Lei Zi.” Su spoke with authority in her voice. “Your god has you here to partake in this carnage, but there are those I wish to save from it.” Su stepped away from the wall. “Protect me from incoming threats, and I’ll protect us from the fire and smoke. Hopefully we can join up with my family shortly.” She hoped Lei Zi wasn’t too drunk to fight. It sounded like some girls were coming for them. It was getting pretty hot in here too...

"Can you eat the smoke?"

— Trixy

_{@Flamelord@FamishedPants}

"Eh?" Trixy was hanging off the side of the ceiling mount when Alicia started accusing her of doing stuff. She didn’t really understand it. "Well first of all, I am not involved with the set up of this place. Secondly, you sound like a spy. If you’d like to investigate something however…"

Oh, Vi was playing music.

"Cool tune, it’s making me hungry though."

Someone else was being an arsonist A-hole. filling the area with smoke and fire. She couldn’t see Samantha or any of the other girls.

"Alright! We’ll talk later babe. It's okay to post you on Glimr right?"

The only answer Trixy got was a fireball knocking down a distant cage. At which point, she swung herself back up. By now, she had heard Veronica’s order. In a flash, her stylish outfit disappeared and her normal magical girl outfit was back on.

"Right, gotcha. Can’t believe I’m putting down an idol, but Shade can replace her I’m sure."

Trixy seemed to be safe from the fireballs for the moment, as well as the angry monster/dark girls below her. But the smoke was going to be a problem. Some seeds appeared in her hand, which she held up to her face. The seeds matured into plants, with their roots and stems locked together around her face. It looked like a dog muzzle made out of weeds. On the inside though, there were flowers and leaves. Trixy was able to keep the smoke out of her lungs this way. The plants could take the carbon dioxide outside the mask and turn it into oxygen. It probably wasn’t suitable for long term use or in more hazardous environments, but for now it got the job done. Her proudest feature with the mask was that she had slipped an apple seed, and could now grow apples inside the mask any time she got hungry. And this music was making her very hungry.

Om nom nom nom.

She crouched on the ceiling mount and took aim at Vi. She was hard to see, even with the help of her magical scope. Normally it could easily divine the location of a target, but this magical smoke seemed to be presenting some interference.

"Taking the shot!"

Trixy fired a tried and true acorn bullet at Vi, center mass. She had learned her lesson from her fight with the weretigers, and wouldn’t expect her bullet to do much on its own. Regardless if it hit Vi or the stage, it would grow into a large mass of knotted roots, sprawling across its target. Regardless where it landed, Trixy hoped to limit Vi’s mobility on stage.

_{@Shifter_Master@Vocab}

Her head twitched when she heard something smack into the ceiling. With her scope, she could tell it was a grappling hook of some kind, and they looked to be swinging in Vi’s direction. Might have been reinforcements, might have been an other assassin.

Until someone racing along the rafters called her Penny, and seemed confused about the situation.

"I think *chomp* Vi lied to us." Trixy was mostly responding to show she wasn’t a threat.

She knew that it was only a matter of time before someone destroyed the ceiling mount she was standing on. Trixy dove off of her perch and created a vine to swing behind Penny. Not so close to provoke an attack, and hopefully far enough away that the other girl wouldn’t attack her. Mostly Trixy wanted to make sure she wasn't between Vi and an incoming projectile.

Damn, Fuji were just nice eating apples.

“Free of corruption, but not hate.”

— Mika Sarraf

_{@Rune_Alchemist}

There was no doubt that Rina would catch up to Mika. She was a dexterous magical girl, but she’d need to transform first. All she had to do was enter the venues in the back of the rave to find a safe place for it. Fortunately, it seemed like Mika was headed that way too.

---

She had to be here somewhere.

Mika had committed Alicia’s scent to memory. It wasn’t an “if,” but a “when” she would decide to screw with things again. As soon as Mika got to the back rooms, Vi’s music started to play. She looked over her shoulder when a metal cage crashed into the ground, half crushing a dark girl.

“Beacon.” She growled before entering the back rooms.

_{@Vocab@Flamelord}

It didn’t take Mika long to follow the trail right to a gathering of Cristines and Alicia. Mika slid her hands into her claws scraped them together. This caused some sparks to fly into the air. Not that her adamantium claws could be split by anything, it was simply the magic within them reacting.

“Couldn’t resist, could you?” Mika observed all the duplicate girls. “Are you going to move, or do I need to make you move?”

"Do not avert your eyes, you are about to witness the end of a man!"

— Dusty

_{@FamishedPants@ERode@Flamelord}

All Dusty wanted to do was survive the night.

Now fights were breaking out, and someone was spreading magical darkness everywhere. It wouldn’t be long before it reach them. Trixy wasn’t one to despair without due cause, but there wasn’t much Dusty could do when she was blinded and without magic. At least she could still hear. She sighed and approached the bar.

"Alright Shade, let’s save some lives."

It was really all Dusty could do at this point. If she could get someone outside, that would have at least give value to her being here. Before the lights went out, she had a chance to examine everyone at the bar. The man looked like he was able to move, but Dusty figured the half-drunk magical girl might need a hand. Not only that, but her burping and whining was easy to find in the darkness. That was totally the only reason Dusty picked Liss over the other guy.

"Okay, let’s get you upstairs!" She pulled Liss’s arm around her neck and attempted to help her off of her stool. "Now if we just keep walkin-"

That was when the bar exploded, throwing everyone who stayed too close.

At least my face didn't disintegrate this time.

Darkest Before the Dawn: A CYOA Magical Girl Roleplay [Completed]

”Sammy is there? *edits previous posts*”

— Nuncio

_{@PlatinumSkink@ERode}

Nuncio was too engrossed in Fabio’s patrol to bother with snacks.

”Hey, they talkin’ about Sammy?”

Small twerp wasn’t a descriptor Nuncio would ever use for Sammy, but he could picture others doing it. He was surprised she had lasted this long. Regardless, knowing she was still around brought a smile to his face. They had done it. However, Nuncio’s artifact failed to bring up the invisible string, which Fabio clawed apart after setting it off.

”I know ya saw that one Fabio, come on!” The cat looked up to see the approaching magical girls. ”Plan B it is, get ya butt in gear, Mariette!” Nuncio stood up and held his hand over Rosa’s head. The white tiger grew in size as his beast magic took hold of it. Even her crossed eyes seemed to straighten. ”We’ve got a sharp blade and a hungry cat ovah here!” Tigers were strong, but they were ambush predators. A well placed portal would be all the tiger needed for a good sneak attack. It was already hunching it’s back for a mighty lunge.

Fabio’s enchantments were waning, but he still attempted to keep as much distance between himself and his pursuers as possible. This wasn’t his first time being chased.

---

“Did we play ourselves?”

— Tetrad

_@twave

For a moment there, Cindy looked like she might have reconsidered going off by herself. It made Tetrad wonder if she and Ronin simply stuck to their guns and tried to talk her down if it would have worked. Maybe, possibly, but that man and the outer alliance seemed intent on going no matter what. There would be time to analyze the mission later. Veronica seemed to have a contingency for this, so there wasn’t any point dwelling on it now. At least she got some information to help her understand the situation.

And even if that acid slurping jock in the suit turned out to be an animal, there was another guy here that looked kind of fun. She’d at least have to dance with him. After the mission, of course. She’d at least have to get his number.

Tetrad walked up to the doorway where Shane had gone. She hadn’t been granted acess to the room, and she wasn’t about to sneak her way in. But if this guy was able to investigate, maybe she could help him out.

“Hey handsome!” Tetrad shouted past the doorway. “The phone and charm aren’t hers, so it’s likely she’s not affiliated with Beacon. I wouldn’t be surprised if she was brainwashed. Seems to be a regular thing in Penrose, right?” Tetrad winked. “If you find anything interesting, let me know.” Tetrad hurried towards the dance floor. If she wanted to join up with Ronin, she’d need to be near Trixy when it happened.

”OH YES! A WORTHY OPPONENT!”

”Lotus, Plz.”

— Lotus & Faith

_{@PlatinumSkink@AtomicNut@Ponn}

This was the first time Cindy had seen Lotus smile. ”Hmmm, you have made a wise choice. I am ready to depart intermediately.”

”One moment, I need to make a quick call to a bestie~” Faith whipped out her phone and promptly dialed Connie’s number. She might have gotten Connie, she might have gotten a recording, but she’d leave the same message. ”I’m going to go to the park with Cindy. I hope you enjoy the rave sweetie, tell me all about it when I get back~!”

She closed her phone and wandered after the others.

---

“Big brain play time.”

— Veronica

Veronica’s eyebrows raised bit by bit with every absurd thing that happened. Cindy running off to kill the cardinal, Justine showing up, Eli being here, and then Dolly going poof out of nowhere. Veronica wondered what the point of having a disguise was at all if everyone just knew where you were. Not that she had been quiet after entering the rave, but it had only been a few seconds and a harem’s worth of girls had appeared around her. Baffling.

There was something off about how casually Justine mentioned that Veronica was ex-Mint. It wasn’t secret knowledge, but wasn’t something she would know without doing a bit of research. It was possible she had been in Penrose all this time, though it was far more likely that the Mint was somehow involved with this.

_{@FamishedPants}

“Change of plans, I’m capturing Justine.” It did not seem like killing Justine would do the trick. Not today. Her being here had piqued Veronica’s interest, and that was always worth exploring. “Sam, Sonia is in Justine’s vicinity. She’s proven to be exceptional at kidnapping, and I’d like you to intercept her before she can stop me or nab Eli.” Time girls were hard to deal with. Unless you had your own, that is.

But this was still a problematic situation. Even if Sam was enough to fully intercept Sonia (of course she was) Justine was not your average foe. Even Veronica was unsure if she could reliably defeat Justine without an advantage. If the Mint was present, they could use a fight between the two as an opportune time to take one or both of them out. And helping the Mint was the last thing Veronica wanted to do. She needed a way to weaken Justine before a fight could even start.

She had ideas, ones that sounded reliable. Back when she was a Mint coinbroker, she had gotten the chance to talk with the Bate twins and their encounter with Caroline. Sam’s report when Eli and her were fighting Caroline also yielded interesting info. Even more was gathered when she interrogated* Jannet after Justine was defeated. There was also Father’s entire mission. She couldn’t say her plan was foolproof, especially if some of the parameters changed. But even if it failed, it would confirm something very important.

<sub>*This is something that happened entirely OOC. More details if Jannet’s twins ever encounter Veronica : 3

@ERode</sub>

Veronica looked away from Justine and instead locked eyes with Dolly. “I do not believe now is the best time, but we may if you’d like.” She looked towards the stage. Vi-chan was about to sing. She hoped Sam was in position, because she couldn’t stall forever.

”But then who’s Veronica’s waifu?”

— Betty Bio-Hazard

Betty had a lot of random thoughts. They tended to lead her to doing impulsive things. Like tackling good girls like Amaryllis or kicking random metal spheres because they could be bombs. But not all of her random thoughts were so dark. Sometimes they could be wholesome.

She believed in the red thread of fate. That two people are destined to come together at some point and entirely change each others lives. There was something comforting about knowing that things would eventually work out for people. It also gave Betty a feeling of control over her own life. She had yet to meet the person who she was tied to. She didn’t think it was Binky. She was a nice girl, but Betty also thought that she deserved someone who wasn’t mixed up in all this underhanded stuff. But what fascinated her more than her own red thread of fate was Veronica’s.

The woman was a mystery, She didn’t seem to care for people too much, but it was hard to picture her as anything but lonely. There had to be someone in this world who could make her heart whole. Someone who could put a smile on her face with a simple joke. And now, with so many people present, Betty wondered if it was one of these people who were standing around Veronica.

_{@PlatinumSkink}

That was when Veronica stepped out from in front of Dolly, and placed a hand on Justine’s shoulder.

No way.

“Of course, Justine.” She had her back to Sonia while she spoke. “You’re so much more than a common vampire.”

No. Way.

“I’d be lying if I said there was a moment I stopped thinking about you.” A warm smile crossed Veronica’s face. “Your intellect, your strength…”

No!

“…How could I possibly deny…”

Way!

“…That I love you.”

Betty nearly passed out when she heard the words. Her heart was pounding. She couldn’t understand why Veronica would order her killed if she felt this way. Maybe Justine and Veronica broke up in the past, and it was only in seeing her again that she was able to forgi-

“Don’t resist, Betty.”

What?

Betty hadn’t realized it, but while one hand was on Justine’s shoulder, the other one was on the back of Betty’s head. Before she could make a guess as to what would happen next, Veronica brought Betty and Justine’s lips together in a kiss.

What. The. Heck.

Veronica had forced her to give her first kiss to Justine. This was horrible! Well, not really. Justine wouldn’t have been Betty’s first choice, But there were a lot of choices after Justine. Betty found herself drawn to strong people and Justine certainly fit that bill. But there had to be a reason behind this. Veronica said not to resist, so she decided to make the most of it. There was no way Betty could keep kissing Justine like this though. Strong as she may be, it was still Justine! She had to do something, like pretend it was someone else. Betty forced her eyes closed and tried to think of people she’d rather kiss than Justine that was still close to Justine in shape. There had to be someone. She had a connection with someone recently. Who were they?

Yes, yes! It was all coming together now.

It was cold out. Betty was wounded and vulnerable. She had been attacked by a Mint agent, and then rescued afterwards. Her savior was conflicted, as she didn’t like Veronica but understood that Betty was a kind soul. There was a lot of anger there. In the end, she hoped that they would meet again. And then she left. No, she didn’t leave. Not in this version of history. She approached Betty. She wanted something.

A kiss.

Betty relaxed, surrendering herself to Justine Katelyn. She stretched an arm around Justine’s Katelyn’s head. Her other hand stroked the webbing in Justine Katelyn’s wings before coiling around her waist. She didn’t know what Justine Katelyn was wearing. It was frilly and fancy, and felt soft against her skin. Wait, yes she did. It was a wedding dress! Justine Katelyn desired more than a simple kiss, she wanted her everything. The only thing that might complete this moment were if Justine Katelyn used her claws to mark her flesh.

She didn’t remember being this way before she was a magical girl. This music made her feel more altruistic than normal. Her alliance was to Veronica, but she didn’t mind helping others either.

_{@Majoras End}

“Vi-chan appears to be whipping everyone into a frenzy. All agents without orders should focus on bringing her down.”

”Wouldn’t ‘Mr Thicc’ have beren a better name?”

— Tonya “Mac” Murphy

Tonya “Mac” Murphy

Age: 24/11 | Gender: Female/Female | Illusion, Gravity
Body | Power of Friendship, Regeneration, Third Eye | Moirai
Coercion, Soul Jar, Martial Training, True Sight, Parasite, Gifted, Awareness, Overcity Shift, Mystic Artifact

Magical Overload, Paragon, Blessing, Gifted Item | Monster Form, Big Brother, Arrogance, Vendetta
Redirected Magic, Second Specialization | Non-Standard Limbs, Destroyer

STR: 05 | AGI: 04 | VIT: 05 | MAG: 03 | LCK: 03
+44
STR: 21 | AGI: 21 | VIT: 21 | MAG: 20 | LCK: 15

Earnings this post: Zilch

Remaining: 0 Gold, 2 Silver, 2 Bronze
Total: 7 Gold, 118 Silver, 130 Bronze

Well, this wouldn't do. It would take some doing, but Mac could keep Justine from meeting the most humiliating defeat of her life.

First was to deal with the "love" coming Justine's way. Because Mac could manipulate nearly every sensation Justine could feel, it was possible to cut off most of the sensations Betty was giving her. That would give her the upper hand in resisting Betty, and a chance to counter attack.

Beyond that, Mac needed to draw Justine and Betty out of Veronica's grip with her gravity magic, while also pressing against Veronica's hands enough that she still thought she was holding onto the two magical girls. Normally Veronica would be able to see her using her magic like this, but she was basically double incognito now, and it was unlikely that she would notice her with all the other spells and such going off.

She also created an illusionary knife to distract Samantha, making it come from another girl present.

It was a lot of bullshit to do, but it was the only way for Veronica and Silhouette to blunder so badly. Or shit GMing.

Danganronpa: Tower of Carnage (Finished!)

@Mateotis @Majoras End @FamishedPants

Chapter 6: S T A R T

Danganronpa: Tower of Carnage (Finished!)

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Infinite Pain, Infinite Suffering, Infinite Carnage, Infinite Execution, Infinite Death

CHAPTER 6: THE GREATEST SHOW ON EARTH

Infinite Pain, Infinite Suffering, Infinite Carnage, Infinite Execution, Infinite Death

---

Hello, Mono… yaaawwwwwwn.

R E D A C T E D

---

A while ago…

Makoto had done it. he was the principle of hope’s peak high school. He was sitting in the big principle chair in front of his big imposing desk. He had a gold name plate, a picture of Koyoko, and a few pens arranged on his desk. He had finished going through all of his paperwork, which was resting in a tidy pile on the corner of his desk. He was wearing a black suit, which made him look pretty sharp if he had to say so himself, and his office was spotless. This level of tidiness was not limited to his office. The rest of hope’s peak was just as emasculate. Friendly teachers, clean classrooms, he had it all. The only thing that might have seemed off was that Makoto did not look happy. He was worried, and for good reason. Despite all that he offered, he was missing the one thing that would make this school really work.

Students.

Byakuya had entered the room just a few minutes ago, and was explaining the situation to Makoto.

”My funding is not unlimited.” Byakuya placed a sheet of paper in front of Makoto. It was a simple pie chart showing the school’s spending, along with a few bar graphs to make comparisons between income and expenses. ”I thought it might be easier to absorb if pictures were involved.” That was likely a slight towards Makoto’s intelligence, but he ignored it. ”I’ve had no luck finding angel investors for your project. The public at large is not interested in Hope’s Peak high school so it is difficult to get students. Even if we shut down all the labs, there isn’t enough income to keep your staff employed.”

”Can we make them more interested?” Makoto placed his hands on his desk. ”Schools are one of the things that we’re going to need in order to build a brighter future, and few were as good as Hope’s Peak!”

”Still an enthusiastic high school student.” Byakuya clicked his tongue. ”Junko did a number on our reputation. It doesn’t help that Hajime and his classmates were formerly remnants of despair and you openly let them help you run things. Everyone is concerned that the whole thing could happen again.”

”But Hajime is a hero!” Makoto sighed. ”So what do we do?”

”Our options are pretty limited.” Byakuya pushed his glasses up on his nose. ”We could rebrand, but the students of Hope’s Peak is always going to be associated with Ultimate Despair. Our best bet is to sell our assets to someone unaffiliated.”

The door to the office opened up, and another voice chimed in.

"That won’t work either."

A younger Davis looked at the two men, a broad smile on his face. "The public isn’t going to trust an unknown to run Hope’s Peak. It’s too much power for one person to have."

Byakuya fret his brow. ”Please wait outside. I invited you, but you still need to wait.”

”Wait, I know who you are!” Makoto stood up. ”You’re from America! You’re part of the group everyone’s calling Neo Slayer. You were once a student here too!”

Davis shrugged, but continued to grin. "Davis is fine. But if you want to keep things formal, Mr Gallo also works."

Byakuya groaned. ”Is there something you need?”

"It’s less what I want, and more what we want." Davis stepped out of the way, and the door swung open again.

What walked into the room was a slightly disheveled school girl. Her clothes looked to be on the finer side, clearly marking her as a wealthier person. Though the buttons further down her blouse were left unbuttoned. Her jeans clashed with the otherwise refined accessories she wore. A silver necklace and studded earnings were classy. Her pink phone covered in key charms was not. And then when she opened her mouth…

”Oy! Ya wee cunt!”

”E-excuse me?” Byakuya stepped back.

”Ya bloomin’ idiot! I can hear ya flappin’ ya cunt mouth on the other side of the door!” She sipped her coffee through a straw. It was loud, and no one dared speak up. ”When are ya gunna learn that doin’ things behind closed doors causes fuckin’ problems? The cunts before you did it, and ya doin’ it again now!”

"She’s a riot, isn’t she?" Davis laughed. "This is Olivia Smith. She lead the orphans responsible for ending the saints and sinners killing game. She’s no less deserving of standing here than any of us." He grinned again. ”You know I’ve never been much for swearing, but there is something therapeutic about watching a little girl call someone a cunt, isn’t there?"

Byakuya folded his arms harder. ”I don’t appreciate eavesdropping.”

Makoto cleared his throat and stood up straight. He was still a principle, and he couldn’t let a little girl get the best of him. ”It’s nice to meet you, Olivia.” Makoto smiled. As dire as things were, he realized how absurd the present situation was. ”So why are you and Davis here.”

”Haven’t figured it out?” More slurping. Oddly smug slurping. ”It ain’t just Japan, the world is fucked. The government cunts have fallen and we need a symbol to unite under. Somethin’ beyond ultimate.”

"Something infinite." Davis added. "I hope you don’t mind, but I invited the survivors of every killing game around the world to your facility. There’s a few hundred of them."

Makoto's eyes shot open. ”Everyone’s here?”

"That’s correct." Davis’s face became more stern. "Look, we’re all survivors of a killing game. Apart we’re nothing, The three of us are former Hope’s peak students, while Olivia is just an orphan. Together though we’re the guys and girls who saw Ultimate Despair and kicked its ass."

”Right in its arse!” Olivia kicked the air before looking at Byakuya, who just rolled his eyes.

”It sounds like you have an idea. Are you going to stop glory standing and tell us what it is?”

Davis nodded. "Sure! I can't take full credit for it. It really won’t work without everyone’s cooperation." Davis scratched his chin. "I guess I’ll start with the name first. We’re calling it the Infinity Initiative…"

---

"I see…"

Shona took her hand off of her sword and fell against the wall before closing her eyes.

Cyrus kept his distance. ”What do you think?”

"Without a shadow of doubt, I died. Or at least, I thought I would." She opened her eyes to look at the group. "I decided a long time ago that if I was going to die before old age, I wanted to go out a certain way." She looked to Daimyon. "And one detail was that I would say those words before I parted this world."

”You wrote us a letter too. It also ended with those words.” He gestured for Daimyon to hand it to him, then he could hand it to Shona.

Her cheeks flushed red as her eyes scanned the letter. "It’s so personal." Her eyes shimmered. "I must have known I was going to die, but I have no memory of writing this." She turned to Cyrus. "What does it mean?"

Jezebel stepped around Zachary to aproch Shona. “Did you, like, get amnesia and junk?”

---

It wasn’t difficult for Alice Masson to catch up with Alice Parker. Parker was taking her time walking to the top floor. She had taken the stairs to the second floor and had made little progress in her search for Davis. She destroyed any carnage sister she came across though. It didn’t matter how many of them came, or what type they were. Carnage sisters, champions, chassis, a swing from her arms was enough to turn most of them into scrap. When they were too far away, she’d simply fire at them with one of her arm mounted guns. Parker was so thorough with her executions that Masson hardly had time aiming, let alone shoot, at anything.

”You wanted to protect someone, didn’t you?” Parker didn’t look at Masson when she spoke. ”Tell them to hurry up. The higher I go, the more likely my sisters are to bypass me and attack the lower floors.”

Darkest Before the Dawn: A CYOA Magical Girl Roleplay [Completed]

“Where shaman girls?”

— Su Fang

_@ERode

Seeing the girl’s ring helped Su relax. Since they were both in a relationship, she didn’t have to worry about getting hit on. Not that Su would normally be concerned about such things, but raves were strange places. Though Su did have to wonder how marriage worked with magical girls. Unless the shrine maiden’s spouse was a normal human, which had too many different implications to name. Though it was hard not to admire someone who respected their vows. She resisted the urge to point out Helga, if only because marriage could be a sensitive topic. Maybe once she felt her out a bit.

“Baijiu?” Her smile widened. Of course Su was familiar with the liquor. It was a product of China after all. “Thank you, but I’ll have to decline for the moment.” Baijiu could be anywhere between 80-120 proof. Not something she could handle on an empty stomach.

“Lei Zi? Ah, like the Chinese god of lightning, Leizi.” Su thought this magical girl was a little different than most. She seemed to be Chinese, just like her. Though she really hoped this one wasn’t another chuuni. “Well, you know how it is for us. Missionary, hotel manager, we’re doing it for our patrons.” She chuckled. “If Boteg felt safer in a shrine, I’m sure I’d be a missionary too.” The dragon lady folded her arms. “We use to travel a lot before he decided to settle down here. I do miss the changing scenery, but you can’t beat a home. Knowing you’ll have a place to sleep is great. Though I think I could have pick a better city.” Lei Zi wasn’t making much effort to maintain eye contact, and neither was Su. Her eyes were scanning the rave, keeping track of where her family was. “Does Tian Rong guides you to 'storms' because they want you to quell them?”

"Dance Dance Revolution: Magical Rave Edition!"

— Trixy

_{@Flamelord@FamishedPants}

When Trixy entered the rave, she knew she wasn’t going to be able to relax. Such a feat was impossible, given her very reason for going there was to carry out an operation. But Veronica’s most recent message over magicoms had her shaking with worry. She could handle operations. It was being forced to wait for things to unfold that upset her. Then there was Justine’s presence, the possibility of Katelynlying in wait, and Eliza confirming Maura’s grim prediction. But when she looked to Samantha, she appeared to be calm. It didn’t make Trixy’s worries go away, but it remind her that she was surrounded by the best of the best. If something happened, her fellow agents and her could handle it. Hopefully. With a sigh, she looked to the girls.

"Ehhhhhh heh!" Trixy used her sleeve to wipe some sweat off of her head. "A dance off? I don’t think that’s very beginner friendly." Though it seemed like Samantha was leaving for drinks. There was no getting out of this one. "Something to drink? Ah, how about a pizza?" Trixy was still a bit nervous. "I-I mean, something fruity! I don’t really know of many drinks. But yea! I think they were selling pizza slices too. Thanks Sam!" She watched Samantha vanished into the crowd.

That was when Alicia approached. "C-chaotic? Ha!" Trixy laughed and placed her hands on her hips. This was the girl she wanted to film, she just needed to be cool and she wouldn’t run off. "You must be new to these things. It’s normally so chaotic, why, you’d struggle to hear an assassination attempt. " Trixy placed a reassuring hand on Alicia’s shoulder. "This party is so lit, you might think that Justine was in attendance." Trixy chuckled to herself. "Why, I bet if Beacon showed up-" Oh, Samantha came back with a drink and pizza slice. Now the pizza slice that was not requested in the previous post. This has to do with the fact that Famished did not consider the possibility that Trixy would ask for such a thing. I mean who eats pizza before dancing? Trixy does, cause she hungry AF. If the Pizza was not purchased or prepared for any reason, just read through the rest of this post as Trixy being mildly upset. It’s a choose your own adventure now baby, you be the judge! Look I needed to sleep, you won’t make me feel bad about it.

"Ahhhh ~ <3" Trixy opted to enjoy her food without using her devour to consume it. The babe in blue seemed like she could freak out over watching her eat her meal in one go. So she just took a sip and a bite for now. Trixy nodded at Samantha before setting everything on a nearby table. "As you command, bringer of pizza and drink!"

Even in the fringes of the party, the floor was a bit crowded. There wasn’t a ton of room to do the jumps and spins that a normal ballerina could muster. But that hardly mattered to a magical girl. Trixy stretched one last time before getting a running start. She hopped, skipped, then leaped into the air. There were a lot of lights in the rave, and those lights had to be held up by sturdy brackets. While some were mounted directly to the ceiling, others needed plenty of clearance to function properly. It was on these brackets where Trixy had all the clearance she needed. After a dizzying array of spins and flips, she locked her legs around a vertical pole and hung upside down, grinning at her competitor below.

“This sucks.”

— Mika Sarraf

_{@Rune_Alchemist}

The caramel dance wasn’t difficult, but it was more complex than most people give it credit for. Sadly, rampant weebs who only watched the music video would have you believe the dance is far simpler than it actually is. Just a simple two step dance repeated for infinity. Mika was a weeb. Mika also bored easily.

“Mmmmm…”

This was stupid. Mika was aware of it. The main reason why she came here was because she knew it would get Su and Helga off her back. The fact of the matter was that neither Rina or Mika wanted to be here. They would have been just as happy doing something in the beach dimension. The music planet was at least a million times better than this dump, and she was sure Rina wouldn’t feel awkward about the whole thing. Heck, Rina offered to help clean her room, yet had reservations about coming to the rave. All Mika had gotten was a sympathetic head rub and a back handed comment about her dancing. If this was how the rest of the night was going to go, something had to change. That was when Mika sniffed the air a bit…

“That was fun!” She smiled at her dance partner, and her tag waived back and forth. “You know what would be really fun? If we played hide and seek!” She leaned forward and tapped Rina. “Boop! You’re it!” She didn’t even wait for a response before diving between some dancers. The cat girl shape shifted into whatever she needed in order to get through the heart of the rave. A panther, a snake, whatever shape squeezed through the easiest. In just a few seconds, Mika managed to blend into the rave. Though it was still possible to spot the occasional dancer looking at their feet. Something was moving around the rave, and it looked to be heading for Silhouette and the beacon girls.

Where have Original RPs gone!? [Death of Originality]

I mean sure, my Danganronpa RP is, of course, a Danganronpa RP. I mean it has a lot of differences that fans will notice, but it has 1 cannon character and lightly touches on the lore.

I play in an RP that's all about magical girls. Doesn't really rely on any type of IP. Just some random city in America loaded with magical girls and the occasional magical boy. There are dragons, gods, cosmic horrors, aliens, etc. If that sounds farcical, that's CYOA RPS for you. It's original, but magical girls aren't. The idea of characters having powers attuned to an element or force is also 'unoriginal.'

Ultimately, I think people use fandoms because it's easy to communicate an idea. I can say "Hey, I've got an anime RP where you can be ninjas, b-but the ninjas have magical powers and get into big fights!" or I can say "I've got a Naruto RP, come look." Problem is you can't really talk to people about your RP in the topic title very well. Both RPS I've described have been going for about 3 years now, so I don't really look at the rest of the forum much.

Ask the Person Below You a Question v2

Query 'o mine: What is a weird habit of yours that you enjoy in the extreme and is not something you share with others? Doesn't have to be due to its shameful nature, could just be quirky or superstitious.

I'm not even sure how to answer that.

I don't really have anything that fits that description. Closest I can come is how I go autistic when it comes to planning out certain aspects of an RP. I like planning things, and sometimes the details are so small that nobody notices them. Sometimes things change and I need to go back to the drawing board, or cut away things that might have seemed important at the time. But I enjoy it and that's all that matters. Does that work?

Another question: What is your favorite card game and why? Or if you don't have one, what is your favorite game?

Danganronpa: Tower of Carnage (Finished!)

@Mateotis @Majoras End @FamishedPants

Another update, because woohoo, why not?

Danganronpa: Tower of Carnage (Finished!)

Cyrus was preparing to give everyone a speech when Zachary left like he had no shits to give. ”Zachary!”

Jezebel walked after him. “Like, it could be a trap!” She rubbed her eyes. Her tears from earlier still hadn’t dried. “Whatever, I’ll cover you!” She reached into the chest for a hammer before catching up with him.

”Wait here!” Cyrus ordered the others before walking after the two.

Zachary didn’t have to walk far. There were three elevators right at the end of the hall, and he was sure one of them had monokuma's "reward."

"Abandon hope all the who enter here?"

Zachary would not have to walk around the corner to see who was in the elevator, as they walked out in front of him first.

What did he find?

_{I stole the teplate from this guy, but whatever.}

Clad in armor that could only really work in a fantasy flick was the Infinite Knight: Shona Moffett. Or at least, a very convincing look alike by Zachary’s approximation. He had only seen pictures of her, after all. He had never stood in the same room as her, looked upon her visage in the flesh.

Jezebel almost bumped into the back of Zachary, but managed to stop in time. “Is she, like, suppose to be that Betty knight called Shona?” Jezebel rubbed the back of her head.

But while neither of them had seen the real Shona, Cyrus had. And to him…

”The resemblance is uncanny. It could really be her.”

Cyrus walked past Jezebel and Zachary to take a closer look at the night, who took a step back when Cyrus approached. "What’s going on? Why are you looking at me like that?"

”We thought you were dead.”

Shona shrugged her shoulders. "Well, so did I. That center post was the stiffest competition I encountered in a while." She smiled to herself.

Cyrus blinked. ”What about the carnage sister who ran you through?”

Shona fret her brow and gave him a sideways glance. "I don’t know what a ‘carnage sister’ is, and I most certainly don’t recall being run through." She folded her arms. "Where are we? I assume this is Axis Mundi but everything looks run down."

”You… don’t remember?” Cyrus offered Shona his handbook. There were no rules preventing them from being passed around anymore. ”We’ve been locked in a killing game. It’s ended though so…” He trailed off. ”You tried to protect us, and you were stabbed through the chest. We were sure you were dead. I even recall someone checking your pulse. You don’t remember any of that.”

"What were my last words?" She didn’t look up from the handbook.

”Pardon?”

"What were my last words?" Shona looked to Cyrus. "I would have said something before I died. I want to know what it was."

”It’s just-”

Shona placed a hand on the hilt of her sword. "You’re telling me that I have met all of you, and I have no recollection of anything. If you want my trust, you only need to tell me my last words. What were they?"

In the past few days Cyrus had lost Krista. Bliss had been shot just hours ago, and now he was being taunted with the possibility that Shona might still be alive. The Infinite Politician was a strong man, but he could not think of what her parting words were in the moment.

Shona looked to the others. "What were my last words?"