BrokenPromise

Kurai Majokko

Suppose I'll post after @ShadowSunRisen provided I survive the hurricane.

March of the White Rabbit: A Roll-Your-Own Magical Girl Roleplay

"I had enough time to make that banner after all.”

— Tonya “Mac” Murphy

Tonya “Mac” Murphy

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

Magical Overload, Cradle Supply, Connected, Gifted Item (Aigorost) | Monstrous Form, Exposed, Mercy, Distrust
Redirected Magic, Second Specialization | Non-Standard Limbs, Destroyer

STR: 05 | AGI: 04 | VIT: 05 | MAG: 03 | LCK: 03
+46
STR: 20 | AGI: 20 | VIT: 20 | MAG: 20 | LCK: 20

Earnings this post: Zilch

Remaining: 8 Gold, 30 Silver, 39 Bronze
Total: 12 Gold, 162 Silver, 183 Bronze

"...Huh?”

Mac looked at Oliver for a good bit before shaking her head. "Right, yea. Guess that’s my specialty, huh?“ It didn’t take Mac long to open her third eye and peer at the incoming transport. And the device inside. "Wow, that’s, hngh!“ She winced before closing her third eye. "Yea that’s, oh my.“ She took a breath. "The artifact is almost as big as the truck is.“ She relayed all the information she could gather to her fellow agents.

"In that case, let me take point. I’ll get ahead of the transport and slow its movement. Oliver and his friends should be able to disable the vehicle with a follow up if I don’t. Then we can join up and attack the guards.“

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…

Penrose’s central business hub wasn’t too far away. They just had to follow one long road through a developing housing district. The buildings were sparse and spread out. This made it easier to avoid involving civilians, and also gave the cradle agents good visibility of their surroundings. Should they call for reinforcements, it would take them some time to get to the truck in time.

This left the cradle agents without cover, but Mac had an idea for that. She simply placed an invisibility spell on each of her fellow agents and had them wait on the side of the road. But Mac? She was waiting in the center.

As soon as that truck got close enough, she’d use her gravity magic to amplify her weight. That paired with her impressive physical prowess should be enough to act as a barrier. The truck would slam into her, crush everything between Mac and the motor, and blow every airbag in the passenger compartment. Unless they were driving WAY above the speed limit, the driver should survive, and the magical girl in the passenger seat should be distracted long enough for them to start an attack. Should the truck be too difficult to stop, or be moving too slow, Mac was prepared to take Cradle and the truck into the overcity. But that would be a lot of mana, and she wasn’t sure what sort of dangers they would find there. She didn’t expect to take such a blow unscratched, but it was the least she could do after what she put Finn through.

"There’s the headlights, can’t be long now.“

Kurai Majokko

@BrokenPromise

Well okay she wins the title, but Roche will win it back when she bullies a wheelchair bound Nyxia in her civilian persona once she stops by her home.

@Lonewolf685

You miserable pile of secrets! *Shaters glass of Bell Delphine's bathwater on the ground*

Also, first post made! Now, see you in another 150 OOC posts.... ^^''

@FroggRFlowR

Frog girl is pretty kissable interesting. I'm glad we're going to hit that milestone before long.

Microfiction & poetry contest #11 - voting and feedback

@Mole Thank you. They contacted me via PM to tell me.

Kurai Majokko

Lonewolf said Norika was the horniest character in the RP.

And I took that personally.

EDIT: Also Walpurgis Night (a hurricane) is going to hit my area some time next week, so Suki and I may vanish for a bit.

Kurai Majokko

"One yes after a thousand nos is still a yes!”

— Suki Oyama

Suki and Rei’s interaction was interrupted by the arrival of Willow. She somehow managed to jump and play on the narrow top of the lamp post. A striking display of dexterity, but even more so when you considered Rei was squatting on top of it. Though maybe it wasn’t all that strange. Willow’s magical girl name was based on a wandering light seen by travelers. She was also a cat girl, and they were allowed to break the rules.

What did surprise Suki was that Willow felt the need to answer for their supreme overlord. Surely the great Schrade didn’t need someone to speak on her behalf. This was someone who was so badass they chose to go out untransformed and squat on top of lamp posts.

"Uh…”

Suki had only brushed Rei’s legs for a moment. It would be dishonest to claim she didn’t get something out of caressing those supple torso holders of hers, but she hadn’t done anything that explicit yet. People made out in public spaces all the time, and Suki knew she wasn’t going to convince Rei to take that jacket off. Suki wasn’t always stupid.

"Um…”

And then Willow just laughed, declared she was kidding, maybe, before cuddling up to Rei. Suki was not oblivious to Willow’s duplicitous nature, but it was difficult to gauge what the girl really wanted. If you never told the truth, no one can know what you want. But Suki was both sane and an astute observer of people. They spoke with their words, but also their bodies and actions. Just because Willow spoke with deceptive words didn’t mean she was fluent in lying in her other two languages. It was as clear as day that Willow was intimidated by Suki’s strong mojo. Willow just wanted to put the moves on a cutie, and she viewed Suki as a threat to her plans.

Easy enough to fix.

While Willow snuggled up to her teammate, Suki’s torso moved just a bit more over to the right. Now she was hovering in front of Willow. Meanwhile, one of her tendrils had released the lamp post and reached around Willow’s back.

"You can’t call me a tart until you’ve tasted me first!”

And then the tendril gave her a firm shove. The girl would never see it coming. And even if she did, Suki’s body lunged forward to catch her. There was no hope for escape. Right?

It was one thing to just get touched by Suki, but to be held in her embrace was nearly euphoric. Suki had a hand on Willow’s lower back and shoulder blades, and both arms were holding her tight. Their silhouettes became one, their curves pressed flat like pancakes.

The breach between their lips closed.

After sampling Willow, Suki pulled back her head with a gasp. "Oh man!” Her entire body trembled. "You’re the cat’s meow! A symphony to the senses! Bastet given flesh!” Willow probably didn’t feel all that drained by a single kiss. Suki had to get pretty trigger happy for her lips to become a deadly weapon. Though it likely accelerated the curse that was coursing through Willow’s body. "What kind of tart am I? Sour apples? Raspberries?”

Suki noticed a shape in the sky and looked up. It was one of Kiyo’s eye monsters hovering overhead. Then her gaze dropped back down to Rei, who of course had seen the whole thing unfold. But the fact that Suki had an audience didn’t bother her. She gave her boss the friendliest smile she could manage.

Microfiction & poetry contest #11 - voting and feedback

I really wanted to join this one, but the short deadline just didn’t line up with my schedule. Better luck next time as they say!

I’m no poet, and it looks like all of these are poems. So I can’t offer a lot of constructive criticism. It’s going to be a lot of “I liked this because it made my brain feel good” without much constructive advice.

Wind (#1)

Wind.

Wind?

Wind!

I thought it was cute.

The Wind Doesn't Whistle, It Talks.

It’s a shame the person who wrote this divided by zero.

Some of the words only rhymed because they had an “ed” ending. But I did appreciate the attempt to tell a story in poem format. At least, a more complete one than the other entries.

Wind (#2)

I am not smart enough to piece together what this poem is about.

The Hanged Man

Oh that, Oh that was grim. But I liked it.

Vote

Hanged man gets my vote. Wind (#1) was a close second though.

Kurai Majokko

@TheWendil Are you going to post? Otherwise, mind if I post again?

Kurai Majokko

@LuckyBlackCat@KoL If neither of you have a name idea, I may have one.

"Royal Navy," Given that you've got a chess/water gimmick going.

The Secret Lives Of Schoolteachers - A Magical Girl Mix-up RP

”Where’s that bottle of Jack Daniels when I need it!?”

—Amber Bianchi

Amber sat in her own corner of the lounge. Before her was an open laptop, her phone, and a tablet. Looking at this many screens would make a man’s head spin, and even most women. But girls were born to multitask. Even after forty years, that was something Amber never lost.

Her phone displayed a series of text messages between herself and her two sons. She had just finished paying off her child support a few years ago, but the boys weren’t ready for the real world. They grew up without their mother. Weekly visitation wasn’t something that happened often in Japan. When the child support money stopped coming in, their father lost interest in them. Now they were living with her. But they were practically strangers. Just two young adults that weren’t ready for an adult life. They needed support and would need to go to college too. Unlike American colleges, Japanese colleges taught generalized skills that would make finding work anywhere easier. Just like American colleges, Japanese colleges were very expensive, and Amber was already trying to support three adults on a teacher’s salary in a one person apartment. Despite the difficulties, her Italian blood compelled her give something back to her children.

The tablet was her lesson planner and schedule. Monday had been finalized, but Amber liked to plan out the entire week. She liked to see when she could sneak in her lunch breaks or take on extra work. It might be worthwhile to take a shift as the Janitor, but that might cut into her soup kitchen duty in town.

The computer screen displayed all of Amber’s finance information. Now that the boys were living under her roof, it was less expensive to support them. But she really shouldn’t have had to support them at this point. But their father was useless, and they had been without their mother for almost twenty years. If she knew what she knew now, she would have never followed him back to Japan.

If only a dry set of clothes could have solved Amber’s problems.

The commotion spreading through the room didn’t get to Amber. Her eyes flicked up to look over the rims of her glasses before returning to her work. It was easy to get derailed by distractions. Shifting your attention threw your mind off balance, and it could take as much as fifteen minutes to get back on track. This was even more difficult when you were multitasking.

Amber wished she could have a vacation from this. Maybe go on an adventure. Just grab the boys and go to Akihabara. She had no strong love for otaku culture, but her boys did. Moreover, it had to be more exciting than showing students how to cook stew or sew their clothes. But it was too expensive. Maybe once she got enough to send them to college, they could have that adventure. Just once.