BrokenPromise

Tips for writing POC, LGBT+, and other minority characters in RP

Dagger has already stated that they'd rather not continue down this topic. So I've scrap the response I was writing.

But this does tie back to some of the things I was talking about earlier. You really are better off addressing your character's environment and history rather than their skin color and sexuality. A black dude who grew up in Africa is going to look at the world differently than one that grew up in the Bronx.

Tips for writing POC, LGBT+, and other minority characters in RP

@Mrgrimjaw???

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

And her new pal!

”this is why we don’t trust Meetingwords!”

— Betty “Biohazard” Barton

Betty was starting to enjoy the party of a fashion. Helaria and Stien were odd fellows, but were enjoyable to be around. The situation in cradle hadn’t resolved itself, but it didn’t weigh on her mind too much. The activities in the present were starting to draw her attention away from her thoughts. Though she would keep an eye on Justine from a distance. Just in case.

She had made herself a snowball to sit on. Roll anything dense enough and you can turn it into a seat. That went for snow too. It was fortunate that her outfit was water proof, otherwise her body heat would probably melt the snow and then she’d have a wet butt for the rest of the party. Some might find it strange that anyone would just sit on a snowball when there was so much to do, but Betty wasn’t much for talking to people for long periods of time. It was fun to talk to people outside of Cradle, but she did need to take a break to drink some coco after spending too much time submerged in conversation. Besides, if she was going to beat Justine, she needed to keep her stamina up.

With everyone scattered around the area, it was easy for Finn to go about unnoticed. How long he had been at the party was unclear, but he had remained outside for the most part; acting as a spectator for the events. Even now he was watching the snowflakes fall, a snowbun perched perfectly on his head. A moment of calm he'd make the most of, before heading back to work.

"Hm. Don't think I can smoke out here, can I?" He asked no one in particular, feeling through his sleeves; his hammerspace handbag, for a cigar or something. But then Dan announced the next event. Odd set of rules for a race, but regardless, Finn would walk over to watch.

”A race is starting?!?”

Betty still had her ice skates on from her ice skating she did with Hilaria and Stien, which turned into a hocky game somehow. She kicked off her ice skates and forced her feet into her boots as fast as she could. Fortunately they were slip-ons, so it wasn’t too hard to manage.

But now she needed a ride. That was when she realized she hadn’t made an ice sculpture yet. Well, not one made entirely out of ice.

”Alright Betty, this is going to be kind of silly, but that’s the name of the game, right?” She quickly took to the ice block with a chainsaw and cut a wedge out of the bottom of it to make it sort of resemble a sled. She didn’t have a way to steer it, but her wind magic should be enough for what little maneuvering she needed. Provided the thing didn’t just cave in half. ”Well, it’ll have to work!” She ran over to the start line and set down her sled. While she waited for the race to start, Once she noticed Justine was in attendance, Betty started to make her sled look more like a sled. She used her ice carving tools to give herself a place to put her hands, and made the face of the sled a bit more pointed. With that done, she started to engrave spirals along both side of it. While she was doing this, she noticed a spectator who was looking directly at her. Or at least it seemed like it. Regardless, Betty was looking right back at him.

Finn tensed up as soon as he noticed someone was looking at him. Oh great. He was staring, wasn't he? Maybe the whole ice sled thing was strange, but he didn't want to be rude! He glanced from side to side, then nervously waved at the girl. "U-Uhm, please don't mind me, I was just a bit curious about your creation there!" Finn explained. "Doooo you need help with it? I don't know how long until the race starts so..."

”Oh!” Betty looked back at her sled. ”No, that’s not necessary. I think I have it under control.” She looked back up at the boy. ”Wait, did you need something to ride on?” Betty looked back at her sledding ice sculpture. ”I think there’s room for you on here. I don’t think you’re heavy enough to break it.”

"Oh- Wait what?" Finn's eyes widened when Betty offered to let him ride with her. As much as he'd want to turn her down, he thought for a moment. "...Are you sure?"

”Well yea!” Betty clenched her hand into a fist. ”The race is going to start shortly, so you might as well hitch a ride with me!” She moved over so that Finn could get on. ”Not like we’re trying to get first here.”

"Well, okay then!" With a subtle grin, Finn walked over to sit down behind Betty. "Guess I should introduce myself first. I'm Finn, Finn Vanhorn!" He held a hand out for his new teammate to shake.

”Betty Barton!” She shook his hand. ”I’ve been out of commission for a while, but I don’t remember hearing anyone talk about a boy with an eye patch. Are you new in Penrose?”

Finn hovered a hand over the festive eyepatch he wore. Sure, his christmas outfit was a bit subtle, but atleast he wasn't in a santa suit. That seemed to be a running theme with the dress-code... "Yes, actually! A friend of mine, Evelyn, invited me. Well, me and my partner, but he's probably busy getting drunk off ale right now." He chuckled, though his expression came off as comical. "Seems like a quiet town, atleast when we arrived. Heard the big-wigs were acting up again like, a month ago, so it's nice to see things calm."

”In my experience, it never stays that way.” Betty had her eyes on Dan’s (clone?) the entire time to make sure they didn’t miss the start. ”But that’s really nice that you have an um, partner. Maybe after the race I can meet them.”

"Er, it's not like that if you're wondering! Finn clarified. "Oliver's just my best friend. Even if we're not working, we sometimes hang out together. I'm...not exactly a people-person, if that isn't obvious. I tend to stick by those I know." He grimaced. "So how's thing for you, Bets? You did mention Penrose doesn't stay calm for long."

”Yea it’s um, chaotic. In case you couldn’t tell by all of the um, construction.” Betty sighed. ”It’s not easy being the good guys. But we manage to stop doomsday from cropping up when it’s going to happen.” She tapped the insignia on her shoulder. ”I doubt that symbol has much meaning outside of Penrose, but most everyone in Crimson Cradle wears it. We’re after real change, when we aren’t busy saving the world anyway.”

Finn stared at the insignia, tilting his head in curiosity. "Crimson Cradle? I haven't heard of an organization like that in a long time. Must be recent. But it'll be nice to have someone actually keeping things in check! What's it like?" Seemed Betty's caught his attention.

”It was excellent. Now it’s-” Betty groaned. ”Now it’s had a change in leadership. The new head is trying her best, but I dunno. I don’t think Maura is bad, but when you’ve grown to love the old boss, the new girl just can’t compare, you know?”

The boy listened closely, nodding along until Maura was mentioned. His eyes (eye?) widened. "Wait. WHAT!?" Finn quickly grabbed the snowbun on his head and gently set it down, the small bun calmly bouncing away. "Did you just say your new boss was Maura?? Maura Natalie???"

Betty recoiled when Finn raised his voice. ”Um, I don't know her last name. She's got really dark hair, red eyes, pale skin, Kind of gothic looking?”

The boy quickly nodded his head. "That's her, that's her!" He groaned, burying his head into his hands. "Does nobody tell me things anymore?? I know I've been a bit of a recluse for the past few centuries, but they can atleast send me a goddamn memo that something's changed!" He mumbled. Feeling like he owed Betty an explanation, he looked back up to her. "Maura's my patron too. Actually, it's more like I was accidentally her first magical kid." Finn scratched the back of his head nervously.

Betty blinked. ”Um, yea! I do kind of vaguely remember her talking about you.” Betty’s eyes shot over to Dan, then the other sleds. ”Gah! The race started!” She launched a burst of wind behind herself, and the sled shot forward. Finn looked like he might fall off the back, so Betty grabbed a hold of his arm and pulled it around her stomach. ”I wasn’t expecting a passenger, so just hold on!”

"Really? I didn't think she'd talk abou- WOAH!!" The wind boost interupted Finn before he could finish his sentence. When Betty advised him to hold on, he quickly wrapped his other arm around her. "Got it! I'll keep an eye on the other racers!"

”Sounds good, just tell me when to-” Betty hadn’t accounded for a second passenger, and it showed in her ice sled design. The wedge she had cut out of the center of the ice block made it possible for the sled to glide over the snow without packing it all at the front. However, her design wasn’t really up to the task of carrying two people. The center of the sled cracked, which was punctuated by a yelp. ”Um.” She parted her legs and tried to put all of the weight on her feet and hands, which were located over the runners. But the crack continued to get bigger. ”What um, what type of magic do you have?”

Finn cursed under his breath once he noticed the forming crack on the sled. "Uh, Beast magic??" He answered Betty. Silently hoping he wasn't the cause, he tried to shift his weight as well.

”Oh really? That kind of cool!”

But it wasn’t as cool as ice magic.

The sled cracked in half. Betty had a formidable level of upper body strength. She could hold either side of the sled level so that the runners did their job. But it was something else she had to focus on while they slid down the hill. ”Hey um, do you think you could act as a rudder or something? I was going to use wind magic to steer, but with the sled cracked the way it is-”

While Betty spoke, a distant tree came closer and closer to the duo.

This just keeps getting worse, doesn't it?

"Rudder? Oh, yeah gimme a moment!" With a bit of beast magic, Finn was able to give himself a pair of dragon wings to help steer, adjusting them accordingly. "It's not much, but atleast we can-" He didn't have enough time to warn Betty about the tree in the road. With a flinch, he grabbed his cane sword from a space in his jacket. (Well, thanks to Dan's magic it was a candy cane, but regardless.) Before they crashed, Finn struck the ground besides them with the weapon, steering the sled away from the tree.

”Gah!” While Finn had managed to steer them out of the way, Betty wasn’t really set up to hold two halves of a splintering ice sled. She ended up shifting her weight onto one half of the sled and releasing her hold on the other side. It veered off, but Betty wasn’t watching that half of the sled right now. She was focusing on their balance. ”Alright, just, um, keep your wings perfectly straight, and I should be able to balance us.”

And Betty did have great balance. While her hands were still placed along what was left of the sled, she was using her legs as levers, holding them off to the side to adjust the weight distribution as they coasted towards the bottom.

Of course with his half of the sled gone, Finn was forced to stand up slightly on whatever surface he had left, only enough to keep balance. One of his arms was wrapped around Betty's shoulders this time, while he held his cane in his free hand. "This is getting a little too cramped for me..." He muttered, turning his attention on keeping his temporary wings straight.

But they were almost at the end of the race, and it seemed like there were some crazy swerves ahead.

”AHHHHH!”

Betty fired a burst of wind into Finn’s right wing, then his left, then his right again. This caused them to fly from side to side, passing through the flagged gates as required. The final stretch of the race was a straight dive, which caused the wind to really soar under his wings.

”Finn!”

They weren’t even sliding anymore. Finn was gliding straight for the finish line while Betty held what was left of their ride.

"Shitshitshitshitshit!!" The poor guy panicked when he lost his grip. Luckily his wings kept him from faceplanting into the snow, but he left Betty behind! With the wind still carying him to the finish, Finn turn around to see was was left of their sled.

"Aw crap. Sorry about your ride, Bets!" He called over with a frown.

Betty had also crossed the finish line, but no amount of athletic ability, however superhuman, could grant her flight. Betty was buried from head to waist in a snow bank with what remained of the ice sled shattered into ice chunks. There was no response.

Once he landed, his beast magic dispated for now, Finn ran over to help Betty out of the snowbank. "I got ya." Digging some snow away, he pulled her out and helped her stand up. "You good?"

Some snow had stuck to Betty’s hair, but with a quick shake of her head, most of it flew away.

”Yea, guess I should have been wearing a helmet. Not that snow is all that dense.” She stepped away from Finn. ”Now where were we? You said you were Maura’s first magical girl, right? What was she like?” Betty walked away from the finish line as she spoke, not too interested in sticking around.

"Er, boy. But we didn't realize that magical boys were a rarity, so eh."

”Oh! I'm sorry! Gosh! I'm just so use to calling us magical girls that- yes! Yes magical boys aren't too common!”

Finn put his cane up, then shoved his hands into his jacket pockets, following Betty. "In order to keep me from dying, she ended up making me into a magical boy. Neither of us knew at that time, so imagine my surprise when I found out I had powers. He chuckled. "At first it was a one-off deal, during that time I began studying the ins and outs of the magical world and the types of denizens. Might as well take advantage of the situation to learn, right? Anyways I ran into her again after a month, after her little spat against her sisters. I guess she wanted to make they haven't tried to kill me yet." He shrugged.

"Anyways, it didn't seem right just having us two against basically the ancestors of magical girls, so I suggested she became a patron for more magicals such as I. About Maura herself, she did come off as introverted at first, such was the nature of her old job. But I bet she became curious about the living, eventually gaining empathy over those souls she was supposed to reap. She sometimes felt some deaths were unnecessary, undeserved. Even going so far as to revive someone like Oliver from his grave. Maura did eventually open up, going as far as bouncing ideas between me and her. She's an understanding person, and pretty good at fighting too, but she tends to be a bit of a mother hen. I don't like seeing her worry too much." Finn then turned his head to look at Betty with furrowed brows.

"Though there's one thing for certain. You never make Maura, make Death pissed off. No one knows the extent of a witch's power, not even I do, but the fact that she has connections to literal demons should give us a hint. Maura might be nice, but even she can only take so much before enough's enough." He shuddered.

”That's kind of a given.” Betty folded her arms. ”Most patrons are pretty scary. Though some work better under pressure.” It was hard to look at Maura as "death" after she had just been hugged and comforted by her not too long ago. She didn't doubt she could be terrifying, but she wasn't sure anyone could match Veronica's mettle. She seemed so strong, perhaps death failing to invoke the same feelings of power was just a testiment to how strong she really was. "I have some friends I'm going to meet up with. Did you wanna come, or do you have other plans?”

"...Eh, sure. Oliver's duplicates are around if anything happens, so I got time." Finn shrugged again.

When Does It Stop Being A "RP Idea"?

Well, "games" are interactive. So I hardly think something could become a game by becoming less interactive.

I think when people say "Yeah, this isn't an idea for an RP, this is an idea for a (insert chosen media here)," what they are actually saying is that the idea is too cool/good/sensational to be made into a crummy ol' RP, and you could instead use it to make big bucks. The problem is that there's an uncomfortable truth that separates the Hollywood blockbusters, the triple A game titles, and the best selling novels from anything you're going to write on this forum:

Ideas are only worth the ambition you pour into them.

Wanna turn an idea into an RP? Pretty easy. Just put up an interest check, post weekly, and you might be blessed with an RP that lasts for years. It might even have the word count of a novel or two by the time you're done. I think my danganronpa RP had a word count long enough for 3-4 novels.

Could I turn it into a novel series? Hell no. The first hurdle is that it's fan fiction and wouldn't be legal anyway. If we ignore that, I wrote it with at least 15 other people. If I wrote 2k words a day, I might be finished in a year. But we're being very generous if we assume I'm able to keep that pace or that it's the final version. chances are it will need extensive editing. I'm not just talking typos, im talking huge things like entire conversations vanishing because they add nothing to the plot, and different scenes springing up in their place. I'm talking about finding inconsistencies, the type of stuff that would bother the most critical person in your writing circle. Because you know what? They have nothing on what a reader who pays for your work will expect. And after you've sunk all that time and money into editing and finally think it's perfect, you'll have to face wave after wave of rejection from publishers who just don't think it's good enough yet, or maybe you self publish and take on the nightmarish task of trying to market your book so that people will actually read it.

And books are easy mode. Just imagine the effort it takes to make movies/games/tv shows. Have you seen the credits to those things? That's not something a small group of people can just do.

So the short version is this: there is no idea that wouldn't work for RP. It's the level of ambition you wish to devote to it that decides if the effort is too monumental for it to be considered an RP anymore.

This isn't working out: Part 3

I'm not so vain as to turn someone down because they hate something I love. But if someone has a comically overstated hatred of anything there won't be a fourth date. Don't like dogs? that's cool. But you might have a problem if you belong to a discord/reddit/facebook group that hates dogs, actively downvote things with dogs in them, constantly rant about how much you hate them... yea take that shit somewhere else.

Real talk though, if you hate dogs you aren't romantic material.

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

"Heh, gottem!”

— 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
+46
STR: 21 | AGI: 21 | VIT: 21 | MAG: 20 | LCK: 20

Earnings this post: Zilch

Remaining: 7 Gold, 30 Silver, 39 Bronze
Total: 11 Gold, 162 Silver, 183 Bronze

As if Mac hadn't gotten enough drama already, she happened to wander back to the snow forts only to notice everything was a giant puddle now. She didn't personally mind, as it was easier to hide her footprints in- wait, no, wet sand was not the best for hiding footprints. At least her footprints from earlier wouldn't be a concern.

As for the current debacle? Mac didn't really care how Dan chose to run his island. MDP was annoying, but Oros took it too far by forcing herself on top of her. That didn't really excuse Penny from, uh, tickling Oros with punches? It was whatever. She just wished she had stuck around so that she could feel the warm water run over her skin again. Showers were the best. Though freezing out here afterwards would sorta suck.

---

”We live in a society.”

— Oros

_{@Ponn@Majoras End@FamishedPants}

Because BP was totally omitted from a collab that involved their own character, they now have to write a catch up post to awkwardly arrange action and dialog in a scene that they probably should have been around for.

It was not difficult to tear Oros away from Magical Dream Princess. Not because Penny was strong, but because by that point Oros had gone as far as she wanted to. She wiped her mouth off as if she had just gotten done taking a big swig of a strong drink.

”Oh hi there robu-”

Penny rocked her fist and Oros’s head together. You could probably liken it to a jolt counter, but that wasn’t correct. Mostly because there was no jolt and no counter. A jolt counter works when a boxer throws a punch, and the weight carrying them forward makes the incoming counter punch that much stronger. Being slammed into a fist like a pair of cymbals is a different animal entirely, as Penny had complete control over Oros’s momentum. Curb your “Hajime no Ippo” for another post, young man.

Regardless of the terminology, It was still a mighty hard punch. Anyone could see the large bruise forming on her cheek. But it was a bruise that Oros didn’t feel at all. When she was like this, nothing could hurt her. She laughed in Penny’s face as a second strike came, but by that time Dan had intervened. Even when Dan gave her the second noze modification she received this season, that only accompanied her laughter with an annoying squeaking noise.

Tetrad had seen her fare share of torture videos, and had been the one inflicting the pain on people for a while. So seeing such savagery unfold in front of her was nothing new. It was just a little unsettling seeing a grotesquely muscled dolphin guy however. ”Yikes…” She caught a glimpse of Eliza running away. ”Crap. Uh, hey Sam?” She turned towards the assassin. ”I’m going to go after her. Wanna make sure nobody becomes an even bigger pain in the ass?” After giving her a wave, she took off after Eliza.

---

”Ahhhh.”

At last, her laughter stopped. She pressed on the back of her spine until her back cricked before doing the same thing with all of her other limbs. She wasn’t entirely sure what she was suppose to do here. Any time she spoke, her nose would blurt out a honk, which made a serious apology difficult to deliver. But Oros had to make herself a second nose, so making a third wouldn’t be that troublesome.

She pinched off her clown nose, at which point a brand new nose formed in it’s place. The red clown nose squeaked as she turned it over in her hand. Then she raised it over her head… before tucking her hand under her arm and bowing.

”I apologize, ma’am. I allowed my emotions to boil over. Between my date getting tied up, walking off on me, and my friends making out right in front of me to rub it in, I had little recourse. Please understand that while today might be the fourth of July, the holiday is not so magical for everyone.” Oros stood back up with an oh-so-pleased smile on her lips. There was a muffled honking noise coming from her arm pit. ”I will not apologize for what happened during the snow fight. That was an expensive item that only works in this dimension. Premium content does give an unfair advantage to whale players, but we also keep the servers live. However, I’m willing to have a do-over on the kiss thing. Would a hug be okay?” When Oros extended her arms, MDP shuffled behind Penny, probably, to which Oros shrugged and lowered her arms. ”I’m not really sure why I’m apologizing to ro-butt here, so I won’t. Or rather, I can’t!” She chuckled. ”I mean what do I say? I’m sorry? And for what? She watched Baby here tie up my girl before giving her these rapey glares. I’m definitely not apologizing for using my sky cannon on dipshits like her. And why isn’t Baby required to apologize to El? Why didn't you want me to apologize to her, didn't that make more sense? Unless…” She rubbed her chin. ”Oh, I get it now!” She pointed at Dan. ”You don’t really give a shit about us, do you? It's all about making sure this is a great place to feed on happy emotions!” A makeup kit appeared in Oros’s hand. She took a brush and used it to dab white paint all over her face. ”Meh, you do you, Dan. Not like either of us are this way by choice.” Once Oros finished with her makeup, she put on a curly haired wig. ”Don’t suppose you’re gunna apologize, eh? Admitting you're in the wrong is too far below a queen.” She looked at Penny while pulling the clown nose out of her arm pit. ”That’s fine. in the long run, this is pretty small compared to the other shit you've done. I don't want or need an apology for a weak ass punch. Just remember that Dina worked pretty hard to convince me to leave Sanctuary alone. I'd hate for you to undo her work over a spat like this.” Oros placed her clown nose on top of her original one before sprinting off.

---

Oros didn’t have time for robots that wouldn’t apologize or dolphins that ate happiness like tumblr users. She had a race to win! Well, complete. Being among the fastest people wouldn’t get her any prizes, but speed running was more about quantity than quality.

Oros rolled up in a unicycle that she had stashed in her hammerspace, still dawning the nose and makeup of a clown. Her curly Afro made her pretty hard to miss too. As soon as the race started, she wheeled down the hill. The sound of laughter and honking following her wherever she went.

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

”I’ll never be happy again.”

— Oros

_{@Ponn@PlatinumSkink@Majoras End@FamishedPants}

Joy is fleeting.

When Oros was young, it seemed like she was always happy. She didn’t have many things to worry about in her youth. Her parents took care of all her needs, even if they were seldom present. She was ignorant of the world’s horrors and wanted for nothing. Save maybe a friend, as the farm animals were the closest thing she had to those.

Then she became a magical girl.

Initially, Oros’s newfound freedom made her happier than she had been all her life. She could make friends, stay up late, and do whatever she wanted.But she soon discovered that her freedoms came with responsibilities. Her first taste of that came when Lupa sacrificed herself to eat a mind wiping killing blow,one that was meant for her. What happened to Lupa was fully avoidable and only happened because Oros put herself in danger. But with age came wisdom, or at least understanding. It was just a matter of time before things went south. Much like now, when Oros was trying to be the best date she could manage. It wasn’t enough to stop Eliza from walking off a second time. Emily had been her back up plan, but Oros’s most grave horrors came true when the tater tot kissed her on the lips.

All of Oros’s relationships were temporary. Most people avoided her, and the few that didn’t were pulled out of her life by one set of circumstances or another. They would die, grow to hate her, or worse, she would learn they had been using her the entire time. She yearned for a connection that would last more than a single cycle. But it was not meant to be. Not a single time had Oros been able to jump to a new timeline with anyone at her side.

Oros had forgotten what a lonely, miserable place Penrose was. During the decades where she floated from world to world in hopes of finding a place where Penrose still existed. She had forgotten how painful it was to have people you care about turn their back on you. Oros was reminded of “the outsider” by H.P. Lovecraft, as she felt like the central character at this time.

Nothing happening around Oros seemed to matter. Not Eliza departing, not Emily getting smooched on, Not MDP’s obnoxious droning, and not even Sam and Penny’s bickering. With a sigh, Oros closed her eyes… and her heart stopped beating.

…

…

…

”You have no idea what you’re missing out on Eliza. Probably best you don’t join, I gotta stomp the competition without Amarylis’s help this time!” In truth, Tetrad would really miss Eliza not joining in the fun, but it was worth it to see that dejected look on that annoying pink haired girl’s face. She was pretty sure she was responsible for everything bad that happened to-

Oh...

”Ah well...” Tetrad shrugged her shoulders. ”Guess the heart wants what the heart wants, ey Emily?” Tetrad winked at her friend, totally not upset that she snagged the probably only single guy left in the entire joint.

Tetrad decided to stay out of the thing between Samantha and everyone else. She was a little annoyed that Oros had essentially ended the mission she and Sam were on way prematurely, but with valkyrie bombing the place and clones running everywhere, a big splash was an amusing way to wrap things up.

In this brief moment when Penny, Samantha, Tetrad, Emily, and Sakura were too preoccupied to look at Oros, her eyes opened again. Someone with astute observational skills might have noticed the change, though eye color tends to be one of the easiest details to forget. She turned to MDP. The beast woman managed a smile, but her upper lip twitched once she locked eyes with her.

”That is some annoying dialog to listen to. But if it'll take an apology to make you shut up, here you go...”

Oros practically bear hugged the tiny pink princess. Her petite curves were practically swallowed up by Oros’s form. She was swaddled on all sides by pulsating muscle. If the water hadn’t washed away all the snow, the warmth of her body would have easily melted it away. There was practically no time to react before their lips closed with a vicious kiss. Oros’s fingers eventually found their way to the girl’s spine, at which point she dipped her backwards.

”What the hell? I don't even see a mistletoe.”

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

_{Collaby with mayjay yaaaaaaaay!}

Tetrad had visibly deflated after the opposing team was wiped out by what was essentially a single attack. She closed up her deck and slid it back into her vestments. But it was hard for her to stay annoyed. Eliza made the mistake of asking what Keijo was, and her fellow operative power walked over to her position.

”You wanna know what Keijo is? As one of the keijo queens of the last tournament, I’m perfect to explain it to you.” She folded her arms with a huge grin. ”It’s basically water sumo wrestling. You fight on a floating platform in the center of a pool of water. You need to either knock out your opponent or shove them out of bounds. But you can only touch your opponent with your backside and chest!” She patted her hips as she mentioned this. ”And that includes our magic. Buuuuut we are allowed to use our magic in a way that gives us an edge. Like if you had metal magic, you could bounce off some metal springs you made to give your butt smash just a bit more oomph!”

Eliza seemed have frozen up after Tetrad's explanation, her expression a mix between dumbfoundment and sheer anxiety. She blinked silently, putting her hands on her hips, then her chest.

"...Hah. Haha. No." She only uttered, begining to walk away.

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

"Just, let me, catch my, breath.”

— 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
+46
STR: 21 | AGI: 21 | VIT: 21 | MAG: 20 | LCK: 20

Earnings this post: Zilch

Remaining: 7 Gold, 30 Silver, 39 Bronze
Total: 11 Gold, 162 Silver, 183 Bronze

There weren't a lot of places in a realm like this where you could stop and recharge your mana. Turning off her invisibility for a second meant tipping off the dolphin, so mac needed to find a way to keep her mana levels up while also constantly spending mana every second. Even with the regeneration power, it wasn't like Mac's mana was pegged at full all the time. The snow fight wasn't too serious, but it was an expendature of mana that MAc would feel for the remainder of the vacation. She could bite herself to recover some mana, but that had its own drawbacks. The main one being that it was uncomfortable. She wasn't Betty after all. If her mana got too low, she'd just return to Penrose.

She hoped leaving her footprints in the snow wasn't going to be a problem. She was aware of them, but figured with all the running around it wasn't worth covering them up. It probably wasn't worth fussing over.

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”Hahahaha I'm so random and unpredictable!”

— Oros

_{@Ponn@AtomicNut@PlatinumSkink@Majoras End@FamishedPants}

Ahh yes, it was a pretty good day to be Penny. Copying the shit out of Victoria’s abilities, bypassing Eliza’s shadow magic, making a mockery of her old rival Silhouette, Totally ignoring Atomic’s post about the snow bombardment, all while using minimal mana and tilting a few players in the process. It was hard not to feel smug about it. She had herself a good laugh as Oros struggled to push past the outer perimeter. She did display the ability to make Sakura eat the snowballs. Literally eat them, like she held his mouth open so that the soft, cold balls of beautifully frozen ice flakes entered his mouth. Was that too pretentious of a description? Probably. But she had already written it down and had no plans of editing it out. It was staying there.

_{Disclaimer: This is just how Oros thinks Penny thinks.}

But while Oros looked to be going all out to not get hit by snowballs, the fact of the matter was that she was playing a very different game than everyone else. Her goal was not to find the real Penny cowering behind her clones, but to lay waste to the enemy fort. As a pro speedrunner, Oros picked goals in order to achieve the best time for the leaderboards.

”Keep your eyes open, tater-tot! You don’t want to miss this!”

There was no time between Oros extending her hand and a small object appearing under her thumb. This was practically invisible between all the Penny clones throwing snow balls at her and the Valkyrie snow bombardment. The real penny might have been able to detect a radio signal going off, but the magics were too advanced to replicate or alter it. Whatever Oros just did, nobody could stop it.

The gray winter sky opened up to reveal the alien atmosphere that everyone had come to expect from Dan’s summer dimension. To everyone’s horror, a satellite large enough to be visible from the surface was present; It looked like Dan’s head, complete with a sombrero and cheeky little grin. The panels on the satellite whirled menacingly. Something ominous was about to happen.

The mouth on the satellite swung open, and drew in the gray clouds that now covered the planet. They could run, they could hide, they could fear, but they could not escape.

”O former keeper, He who makes and covets joy, bring the warmth of summer to my foes!”

There was a brilliant flash of blue light, and then it happened. Enough water to fill ten Olympic sized swimming pools was blasted out of Dan’s pleased face. The water did not have time to freeze, nor did it burn up while entering the hemisphere. Magic? A likely culprit.

No matter how glorious the snow fort had been, it was no match for five million gallons of water. The warm water practically burned through the fort, dousing everything in its way. Pennies were thrown to and fro, with no room to move out of the way. Though all of Oros’s companions would remain dry, as the water seemed to fall around them instead of into them like it did everyone else.

Once the water had settled, it was about ankle height. Oros trudged forward, holding Sakura in her arms like she was some slain war hero.

”Hah! I wasn’t sure if that was still going to work.” She totally ignored everyone and walked up to Eliza. ”You gotta be really careful sneaking into places. Firstly, stealth never works in this RP, and secondly, you’ll always get spotted for some strange reason if it’s not explicitly mentioned how you’re hiding. But who cares about that shit? You’re too cute to hide under a magic veil anyway.” She cast Sakura aside, who happened to land face down in a giant puddle of water. ”Since we’re all wet, did you guys wanna play Keijo now?” With a single hand, she grabbed the christmas lights that bound Eliza and snapped them with a single tug. Because Oros was "holiday safety conscious," she was careful to not let the exposed wires touch anything wet. She accomplished this by holding the power side of the severed wire as the water drained into the dry sand under the snow.

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And Shion!

”Gotta pick on all the lurkers..”

— Aria

Aria had enjoyed her interaction with Summer. But it would be weird if she hung around one girl for its entire duration. Their interaction helped ground her in the party. She no longer felt like an outsider. There were people around here who didn’t spend much time in Penrose themselves. She had more in common with everyone than she thought.

But she wasn’t ready to move onto something like ice skating. It felt oddly romantic, and not something that you’d do casually with strangers. Throwing snowballs at people was much more her speed. But there was a simple question left to answer: who to play with?

Summer was 100% out of the question. Not only would her magic likely manifest in scary ways, but Aria was trying to branch out. She also wasn’t too interested in the snowfight fiesta going on, nor did she find any of totally-not-Mariette’s minions worth playing with. She packed a ball of snow into her hand and looked around. There had to be a lone target somewhere. Someone isolated that didn’t look particularly scary. Then she saw them, lurking off to the side away from everyone else. 

A perfect target. 

Aria hopped behind the lodge and inched her way closer to her target. She wasn’t a stealth queen, but at least her skin blended in a bit more with the snow than her red outfit did. 

”Stupid freakin’ ‘party.’ Why couldn’t I have stayed home? Noooo, I had to make that dumb promise and now I’m stuck here and Ko didn’t even come along!” Shion whispered to herself, starting out towards the others in a crouched position.

Man, this person seemed kinda down. A better person might have asked if they were alright. And if she was one of Aria’s customers, she just might have. But 2 silver for participating in a snowball fight was a little too hard to pass up!

”Heyahhhh!”

With a shout that most certainly gave away her position, Aria hurled her snowball at the gloomy girl.

The snowball smashed against Shion’s head, knocking it to face downwards. There was a momentary pause before her head shot up, glaring at the girl who had thrown it at her with an expression that could scare fear itself, the only thing to be feared. 

”Oh.” Aria was definitely feeling something. She wasn’t use to getting looked at like that. But it was hard for her to discern exactly what the feeling was. Her smile slowly, ever so slowly curled into a frown as she took a step backwards. ”Okay then I’ll just-.” she took another step back. ”Just, be on my way now.” she stepped behind the lodge, now fully out of sight. ”Just, on my way..” But as soon as she stepped out of sight, she realized that she hadn’t really participated in a snow fight. This was more like a snow assault, or snow battery. It wasn’t a snow fight unless the girl fought back. But what could Aria do to prompt such a response out of her target. 

”Heyahhhh!”

Just like before, Aria popped out from behind the lodge to launch a second snowball. This, too, struck Shion in the head. Yet she refused to counter attack.

This was a tricky one. But Aria wasn’t going to give up. She had another trick that she was sure would prompt a counter attack.

Aria did not bother hiding this time. She bent over and scoopd up a handfull of snow. Along with it, several butterflies hadcupped the mass of snow to create a shallow dish just above her hands. She was no longer holding a snowball. It was more like a snow custard. a large helping a snow ripe to be smashed into someone’s face. 

”Heyahhhh!”

Aria broke into a charge and ran towards Shion. While most clowns on TV throw custard pies, the truth is pies aren’t too aerodynamic and are better suited for close range splatting. even magical improv snow pies are this way, especially so.

But Aria would never land a hit on her mark.

Suddenly, a valkyrie bombing run covered the area in snow. massive snow payloads blew up all over the place. Anyone who had seen vintage footage of a live bombing run would have no problem drawing comparisons to the scene and what was happening all around Aria. Then like a hawk going after its prey, a shadow dove into the snow and took off. When the carnage stopped, all that was left was Shion piled up to her shoulders in snow. Something had gotten Aria. But that worked out just fine for Shion. The one good thing that happened at this party was that someone who wouldn’t stop bullying her got their cumupin’s.

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