BrokenPromise

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

"I'm not quite a token cat girl, but it's the best we've got!"

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_{@twave@Ponn@Bright_Ops}

The green haired girl would not find it difficult to lift the backpack off of the child underneath. Not because it wasn’t heavy, but because they had the strength to stand up on their own. Though her eyes were still spinning from the vertigo. She likely would have fallen on her back if the green haired girl wasn’t there to stabilize her.

"Thank you for the assistance, geomancer!" She spoke with a tone that seemed more confident than her stature warranted. "I appear to be fine, though I do have difficulty recalling my name. Likely from that tumble I took on my way in here." Or being flattened by her backpack, maybe. "You may refer to me as ‘Cook’ if you must call me anything. Remain by my side if you must, but I shall not hold the party back. So long as my legs are under me I can shoulder any weight."

The bard’s words did not go unheeded by the cook. After her exchange with the geomancer she called out. "I apologize, bard. I shall not fall again unless our quest is completed or I am slain in battle." She bounded after her. The cook’s pack bounced with every step, and being significantly heavier than her, made speeding up and slowing down difficult. It took the cook a moment to reach full speed and keep up with the others. Once they arrived at the monster in the distance, she dug her heels into the ground and skidded to a stop. When she did, she noticed a giant book hovering in front of a party member.

"Wondrous work, Chronomancer! We’ll have this sorted in no time!"

The cook turned their back to the creature and shrugged their backpack off of their shoulders. When it landed, the shockwave could be felt by all the teachers. "Take it down, I will try to keep everyone in the fight." In no time at all, Amber had a cooking station set up. A tiny calderon hung over a campfire next to some alchemic contraption. Her tiny hands were reaching inside every pouch to pull out fruits and vegetables to cook. Nothing was getting peeled or sliced. Once she was satisfied, she drew a ladle to crush down everything with.

"Hmmm?" The cook looked up at Andrew, who was trying to reason with the monster. "Does this really seem like the time to talk to a monster?" She pulled a coin out of a pouch on her person. "Also, your gear is not fitting for an adventurer. Go to the armorer and get outfitted at once!" She flicked the coin to Andrew before minding her stew. But if Andrew caught the coin, he might notice that Watanabe was a lot more interested in him.

Kurai Majokko

"Sweets? I don't need no stinkin' sweets!”

— Suki Oyama

While everything was cooking, boiling, or heating up, Suki was making a list of the ingredients she used. Her little yellow notepad was opened to a page titled “InGriEdIanZ” with a lot of neat writing just below it. Even if this was something of a “stay in” dinner, it wasn’t unreasonable to expect Rei and Willow to cover the cost. To this end, they would need to know what was used and how much. Some may wonder why Suki didn’t just look at her recipe to determine this, but that was because it technically didn’t exist. Suki did not prepare meals like a chemist. You’d never catch her peeking into a cookbook or busting out measuring cups. She operated entirely by feeling alone. Some would say she lacked consistency, but Suki believed this gave all of her dishes a unique personality. No two meals were ever the same.

She looked up from her list when she noticed a light turn on in the dining room. In addition to an outdoor seating area, the kitchen had a dining room that bordered one of the counters. Everyone could have come inside, but they were less likely to be noticed if they had their little party outside. Suki fully expected one of her "room mates" to wander into the kitchen and grab something from the fridge. But that wasn't who she saw sitting down across from her.

Suki committed a lot of faces to memory, but Misoka was one of the easier ones to remember. She was the most prestigious girl in Suki’s class, and possibly the school. She always got full marks on her tests, outperformed everyone in her class during sport events, got along with everyone, and was considered one of the most beautiful girls in school. Bringing up Misoka’s name would always lift the mood.

Unless you brought it up with Suki.

She just seemed so fake! Anybody who receives that much admiration is a liar. Her boobs were too big to be real. Her kindness had to be a front. That ‘admiral’ style sailor outfit she wore was pretentious enough to belong to a light girl. But Suki had looked into it and she was definitely normal. But worst of all, she was always happy unless she was looking at Suki. Then she’d look like a deer caught in the headlights. As the case was now while they stared at each other. They would continue to do this until a third party stepped between them; A girl with lavender hair and an oversized t-shirt. Like Misoka, her face was also easy to remember.

"Aria?”

Suki didn’t have many friends, but Aria was a girl she would occasionally talk to. She visited Japan a few times a year and had a monthly instant message convo with Suki. It would be fair to say that Aria’s distance from Suki enabled her to be friends with her.

”Hey Suki. I thought I might find you around here.” She pointed over her shoulder. ”I got talking to Misoka and realized you guys were classmates! Who knew? I talked her into coming here to hand out some goodies to you guys! It wasn't hard though, I guess she does stuff like this a lot. She baked a little too much though. I told her to eat a few, but she’s not buying the whole ‘it’ll go straight to your breasts’ thing.”

Suki folded her arms. "I think those are big enough anyway.”

”Yea, but you and I could use ‘em.” She took a plate filled with confections and placed it in front of Suki. ”Sadly, I’m diabetic. But if you want to get stacked you can eat as much as you like. You are one of the residents here. She practically made these for you.” Aria gave the plate one last nudge before folding her hands behind her back.

Suki’s gaze fell on the baked goods. It was a trove of treats, all with vivid colors. The cupcakes were topped with Icing flowers and real fruit. The jam on the cookies glistened like a frozen lake. Large grains of sugar sparkled like fresh snow. But in the middle of everything was what looked like a small Christmas cake. Not unlike the kind you might get at KFC in December. It was just big enough to share or, if she was having a bad day, she could eat the whole thing herself.

She took a puff from her cigarette. "Those things are loaded with artificial colors. That could give me cancer.”

”Maybe your friends are less concerned with their health?” Aria had stepped around the counter to look outside.

"They have all the soda they could ever drink and an ice chest full of popsicles. I’d rather they get rid of that stuff first.”

Aria was only half listening to Suki. She watched the Detention club go about its business before pulling a camera out of her pocket. ”Speaking of artificial colors…” She snapped a picture.

"H-Hey! What are you doing?” Suki rushed over to Aria, who was all too happy to show her the picture she took.

”I just snapped a picture of that cosplayer. See?” She showed Suki her picture of Nyxia, who was shouting at an off-screen Willow. ”That gun looks really snazzy, and not many girls are willing to dye their skin. That’s not a low effort costume like ‘bunny girl in a leotard’ or ‘character X, but in a bikini.’ No, this actually looks impressive.”

"You’re into costumes?”

”Not exactly.” Aria put away her camera. ”I’m more of a nature photographer, as a hobby of course. But there’s an acquaintance of mine that likes to take pictures of people like that, so I figured why not? Might give us something to talk about. Anyway, don’t wanna interrupt whatever you’re doing here.” She stepped back into the dining room and pointed at the plate full of baked goodness. ”I need to wake up early tomorrow to catch my flight. If you really don’t want to eat anything, just stick ‘em in the fridge. They were just made a few hours ago so they should still be fresh.” Aria nodded at Misoka and the two walked out of sight.

The plate of cookies remained on the counter. The fridge was a relatively short walk from the counter, but there was a garbage can at the other end that had been recently emptied. Suki looked at both options, sighed, and moved the plate into the fridge.

Advice for "simple" racing mechanics in an rp

Depends how much you want the writing to matter. If you just want to have some choices dictated by dice, a simple d6 system like what "Age of Sigmar: Soulbound" or "Shadow Run" use will work fine. This is more or less the dice pool type of systems Yankee already covered. As the GM, you can look at every development during a race and determine how difficult it should be to overcome. Maybe make yourself some charts to determine how difficult some common tasks are. Then make a more general one to give everyone an idea what to expect. Maybe an easy task takes just one success, while mid ones take three, hard is five, and nigh impossible is seven or higher. These numbers are going to depend on a lot of other factors to work right. AOS:S generally considers a roll of four or higher to be a success while SR requires a five. SR also has you rolling more dice most of the time. There are some other cool gimmicks you can use too. Like in SR, if half of your dice turn up ones, you "glitch" which is a sort of mixed success where there's a complication. Maybe you successfully shove a car off the road, but you get your fender stuck in their doorjam and it gets ripped off. Because glitches are tied to the number of dice, you're less likely to glitch if you have a huge dice pool.

If you want something more complicated, systems exist. Just be aware that as you add more rules, the role play will start to become more of a game. Players will become more competitive and will likely be motivated to perform well over making interesting developments. Maybe a game is what you're looking for, in which case I would go for more complex rules.

Kurai Majokko

"Bedshaker is giving me ‘Fate/kaleid’ vibes for some reason.”

— Suki Oyama

Suki’s best trait was her determination. Her worst was her impulsive nature. She wasn’t always stupid, but when she was, it was because she acted without thinking. Everyone knew Roche didn't take humiliation lightly. She was also a contender for Suki’s title of “most determined girl in the detention club.” This was always going to be messy.

Suki had started to let her guard down when Roche nuzzled into her tendril. Something that proved to be a mistake when Roche clamped both of her hands over her dairy aire. She opened her mouth, but couldn’t get out as much as a yelp before Roche plunged her tongue inside her. It wouldn’t have been impossible to pull away. Suki was tall and had tentacles at her disposal, but the impulsive girl was left in a rare state of indecisiveness. She needed to beat Roche to score dinner at her place, but what was the point if she was going to look like a prostitute in the process?

But as elated as Roche was, the spectators could see something was off. Roche’s legs were trembling and she seemed to be having difficulty standing up straight. For what little “exercise” this “fight” demanded of her, it wouldn't have been enough to tucker out the leader of the track team. With a sigh, Suki rolled one of Roche’s sleeves back to her shoulder. One of her tentacles slid inside and wiggled about inside her shirt.

"When I’m transformed, it’s Oros-Chan.”

And then Suki began to line Roche’s arm with kisses. At least the part of her arm that she could reach with Roche grouping her so intensely. It wasn’t long before Roche’s eyelids started to flutter and her head fell into Suki’s cleavage. She had passed out, but she still had a firm grip on Suki’s butt.

With a groan, Suki peeled Roche’s hands off of her and let her sink to the ground. The tentacle up Roche’s sleeve slid out of her windbreaker along with her bra. It still carried her heat. The tendril curled up and flicked it on top of Roche. Suki looked at the fallen code keeper like she was an insect. Her lips were parted just enough to reveal clenched teeth. But as soon as she wiped her mouth off, her smile returned.

"Wow! Who thought Bedshaker could be so passionate? That name is staying!” She wiped herself down where Roche had drooled on her. "I wanted to let her go, but she was a wild animal! A danger to everyone! It was time to bust out the tranquilizers!” She laughed at her own joke before her tendrils picked up Roche. Suki had started to walk when she stopped. "Oh, guess I should let you know.” She turned to look at Nyxia. "I’m uh, I’m not really safe to touch when I’m transformed, heh!” A nervous grin crossed her face. "I mean, a quick hug won’t do anything bad, but the longer someone makes contact with me the more irresistible I become. My kisses are especially potent, as they can sap your strength.” She rubbed the back of her head. "Not that you would, I mean. Just, you know. Weird stuff can happen in a fight.” She looked back ahead. "S-so yea! Let’s- Hngh!” Suki winced when she took her next step. She rubbed her hind quarters while she tried to walk off what Roche did to her. "Good thing I won’t be sitting down!”

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"It’s called an ideal self because it’s not the real self.”

— Suki Oyama

Being homeless or jobless was taboo in Japanese society. It brought such shame that most would live far out in the woods as to not let people see what had happened to them. Because of this, group homes would be built away from towns or villages, but Hibusa was a remote location when compared to the sea bordering city a few miles away. Or maybe it was just another strange feature that was proof Hibusa Town was cursed.

Sneaking a group of girls into a such a structure was hard, but there was ample seating outside. Four picnic tables rested on a brick slab that was surrounded by trees. The street lamps shined over the exterior walls and made it easy to see. Nobody would be eating in the dark.

Suki had finished tying Roche’s pendant back together and hung it around her neck. That should have been more than enough to bring her back to consciousness. But just in case, Suki tapped the code keeper on the cheek with two of her fingers.

"Wakey wakey!”

Roche wouldn’t have to open her eyes to tell that Suki was no longer transformed. She always smelled like an ashtray that had been dipped in hard alcohol. That would be okay if Suki was interesting to look at, but she wasn’t. Her teeth had been filed into points, her flesh was as pale as bone, and her chest was flat enough that no one would fault someone for comparing her to a cutting board. Before joining the detention club, a lot of kids would call her “piranha” because of how her face looked. But Suki liked being compared to a vicious fish. But kids are dicks, and it was promptly changed to “Fish Face,” which she was not a fan of. There was a world of difference between the ever smiling Oros the Joyful and the occasionally smiling Suki Oyama.

Once she confirmed Roche was awake, she looked to Nyxia. Though she was speaking to everyone. "Okay, so.” She pointed at the end of the table. "There’s an ice chest there. We’ve got pop, beer, and a few drinks in there.” She pointed at another ice chest in front of a different table. "That one has ice cream bars. Use them as dessert or an appetizer. You make the rules now.” She placed a cigarette in her mouth and lit it. "Aaaaand dinner should be ready shortly. Just have fun. I’ll be back in a bit.” Her eyes briefly came to rest on Roche before she started power walking away to finish dinner.

The kitchen was just a door away from the picnic area. It was always under lock and key, but those trusted with running the kitchen were all handed a pair of keys to get inside. Because Suki was never trusted with such things, she had to get a bit more creative. She pulled a wavy piece of wire out of her pocket and raked the pins inside the lock. With just a little pressure on the handle, it popped open. Once Suki was inside, she shut and locked the door behind herself and got to work. She turned on the stove top and started getting everything together.

Suki looked at her shirt. It would have been hard to see in the dark, but she had wedged Roche’s bra under her shirt but inside her waistband.. It didn’t seem appropriate to try and put it back on while she was out cold, and offering it back to her while everyone was around would further humiliate her. She’d have to hand it back to her later when she was alone.

Kurai Majokko

"I hear the DDR anthem playing….”

— Suki Oyama

_{@The World@Ponn@Lonewolf685}

"Y-you liked it? I mean! I’m glad you liked it!” Suki was absolutely beaming after Nyxia’s feedback. "I did get a glimpse of you earlier. But I wasn’t really thinking about poems after that. You sort of just became my muse and coaxed those words out of me with your-” She was cut off when Rosche tried to dismiss her offer, but she only laughed. "It doesn’t take that long to cook. I live in a group home and most of the meal prep is done already. I bet in twenty minutes…” But she trailed off when Rosche wanted to go to a BBQ instead, even going as far as walking in that direction. But not before turning Suki’s question into an innuendo. She raised an eyebrow. "I was just commenting on how you aren’t transformed anymore. I figured you were eager to start eating.” Contrary to popular belief, Suki rarely used innuendos intentionally, especially to communicate affection. When she did, she was at least classy about it. There was nothing quite as cringe as someone who couldn’t go two seconds without talking about sex. Suki might have been an ugly loser, but that didn’t mean she had to act like one.

Nyxia mentioned that she hadn’t actually agreed to go anywhere, and proposed that they fought for it. "Fight for it?!” It was an absurd idea, to fight amongst each other. But there were a few factors that needed to be considered. Firstly, Suki was one of the few dark magical girls present that could beat someone without harming them. That should have made the idea of engaging in a fight a bit more palatable to her. Secondly, the Rei angle probably wasn’t going to work. Willow was her partner, she spoke with Mercurial like an equal, and Rosche was her faithful rule keeper. Suki was fooling herself if she thought she could be anything more than a passing consideration for their brooding leader. The last thing to consider was that Nyxia was new blood. You can only have one first impression, and you need to make it count. Nobody wanted to be a simp, but if Suki backed out now, Roche’s brash behavior towards her would be reinforced. She’d think she could continue to get away with talking down to her like she was some pebble at the foot of Earth “the mountain” Shaker. All of those factors would have made it abundantly clear that attacking Rosche was the right thing to do. But truth be told, Suki hadn’t considered any of them. Maybe she subconsciously acknowledged them, but there was something much more glaring that Suki could observe.

Roche wasn’t transformed.

She tossed her frog captive to Tsubomi before charging. The leader of the track team was fast, but not as fast as a blood soaked lust demon. Not that Rosche was all that far just by cooly walking away from everyone. The frog was still ascending into its arch when Suki shoved her hand down Rosche’s undershirt. But not to cop a feel.

*Snap*

A broken string waved in the wind. The obsidian tear glinted between Suki’s fingers before they coiled around it. Unless you almost never transformed like Rei, it was only a matter of time before your dark sisters learned of your emblem. Ideally, your own would never betray you at your most vulnerable. But as Roche understood, everyone needed to be brought under control sometime. Suki’s other arm hooked around the small of Roche’s back. Her tentacles closed in. The frog started to fall.

Roche could have fought back, but would it have accomplished? Even if she could bruise or cut Suki, harm only made her stronger. Suki’s own emblem was sandwiched between their hips, and her hold on Roche ensured it would stay that way. But her desire to fight back was being ebbed away the longer they were together. Determination softened by a geas. A tentacle coiled around Roche's mouth. The other restrained one of her arms. Roche could feel Suki’s breath rolling off her neck as she leaned in.

A spectator might mistaken the display for a vampire feeding on its prey, but it didn’t feel like it. Suki’s geas affected everyone differently, but Rosche would feel the curse accelerate through contact with her neck. Her emotions would feel like they were changing. Rage became excitement. Humiliation became protected. Betrayed became loved. As Roche’s desire to resist weakened, Suki’s positioning changed. She wrapped both of her arms around Roche’s waist. Her tentacle slipped off of Roche’s mouth and coiled around her neck. Another took hold of her zipper and pulled until her windbreaker opened all the way. But Rosche wasn’t being restrained, she was being cuddled. She wasn’t being exposed, she was being shown off.

The frog came to rest in Tsubomi’s hands.

”You’re not a mountain anymore!” Suki lifted her head. ”Mountains are hard on the inside. My passion has turned all that stone into magma, and now it’s coming out of your every orifice!” She sighed. ”I did that for you, by the way. You and Eyeball seem to really like word play like that. Must be a chuuni thing. It’s too bad you’re not a volcano normally. I like this version of you.” Something that Tsubomi could verify. The only other person Suki never shipped herself with was Rosche. ”I apologize for jumping you like this, but I really wanna cook for everyone. Let’s just call it payback for all the stuff you used to do to me when I was new to the club, it can be water under the bridge now...Maybe.” Her tentacle released Roche’s neck to start tracing out her collar bones. ”Do you still want the guys at that barbecue place to fill you with their meat, or are you woman enough to try the Suki special?” She blinked. ”The barbecue thing was a play on words, I do have a meal I’ve been working on.”

The Storm Cycle: Reclamation

"Carry capacity exceeded!"

— Luana Roycroft

@Rune_Alchemist@Crimson Paladin

It seemed like Luana had accounted for everything. The beast’s claws, the tail, its fangs. But the one thing that Luana hadn’t considered was what would happen once the dragon up and died. Obviously it would collapse into a heap, but that was a minor concern when faced with all of its other weapons. When the dragon fell, it landed on top of Luana. The dragon’s corpse was coiled up like a snake, with Luana’s arm sticking out from between the windings.

Her hand grasped at the air until it found Lonan’s. Together, they were able to pull her out. The dragon’s hard scales scratched her skin as she was pulled free. Nothing was as flexible as human skin, but maybe investing in some leggings or a shirt that covered her stomach would be wise.

"I’m fine! Thanks for the hand.“ She was smiling, but her eyelids and lips were trembling. She was in a bit of pain. "I didn’t break any bones this time. I’m calling that a win!“

She waved to Ethelred before he departed. "You do that, I’m going to stay behind and see what I can carve off of this guy.“ Before that, Luana would need to recover her spear. She approached the stump of the neck and yanked her spear out. "Take a seat, Lonan. You earned it!“ She walked around to the creature’s claws and drew her dagger. "I’m sure everyone’s going to want a piece of this giant lizard, but I don’t think anyone’s going to miss a nail or two.“ It would be good to have a sample of this creature’s cursed claws on hand, provided the claws were still saturated in magic. Otherwise, she could make a new skinning knife out of one. "Anything you want? I bet that head would look good over someone’s fireplace.“

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

"No, it’s nothing. It’s just the rain."

— Chloe Irving

Chloe Irving

03 03 03 03 03
10 10 06 17 04
23/12 | Babe/Baby | Spirit
Mystic orb, Gauntlets | Third Eye, Focused Assault | Horror(?)
Wings, Enhanced Outfit, Big Damn Hero, Blood Magic, Interdimensional Home, Enhanced Transformation
Dominator | Dark Weapon
Marked(?) ??????????????????????????????

6 Gold, 9 silver, 13 bronze

Despite Binky’s insistence that everyone demand something from mint, and Chloe’s willingness to work with every request, many of the remaining magical girls continued to talk amongst themselves. The coin broker had to wonder if everyone was here to save Penrose. At the very least, more of these people should have been paying attention to her

When Lily’s guard gave a second firm rebuttal for a date, Chloe placed a hand on her chest. "Your words wound me.“ She smirked. "I see why you don’t carry any weapons. With a tongue like that, you hardly need them.“

As fun as it was to be insufferable, there were still more people that wanted to conduct business with Mint. So when Kayli stepped forward, she immediately turned to face her. "To be clear, Magical girls can’t really own property. What we’re more determining is where the lines in the sand should be drawn. But I’d be lying if I said Mint doesn’t have a fair bit of capitol around. Regardless, ownership of any building will always come down to who holds paper over it.“ Then she made her request, which caused Chloe to choke out a laugh. "I’m sorry, that wasn’t quite what I was expecting. I’m not sure how others present will react to you wanting to take on the ‘corruption epidemic’...“ She shot a glance at Alicia before returning to Kayli. "...But I don’t see Mint opposing you on this. Very well, if no one has an issue with it…“ Truth be told, Chloe was pretty sure the Mint would rather have their girls purified by some third party rather than getting instantly “white pilled” into Beacon agents. So long as they kept trying to pay off their debt, who cared if they were dark, monstrous, or pure?

Then it was Connie's turn to speak. Her demand was worded simply, yet her words seemed to weigh more than anything else put before Chloe. She was not oblivious to what happened in New York. ”Hey.“ Her smile faded away. ”That’s what we’re all here for, right? Making the killing stop?“ Chloe turned her back on everyone and looked at the sky. ”It’s a complicated problem. I don’t think there’s anything you could put in that contract that could stop the killing from happening. Only because our hatred and violence is everyone’s problem, not just the Mint.“ She turned back to look at Connie. ”I’ve done a lot of bad stuff, gotten involved in things that I shouldn’t have. I just want to survive though. I think we all do. I’ll do my best to get the killing to stop on the mint’s end. But to make all the killing stop…“ Chloe looked at Penny and Alicia. ”...We’re going to need to cooperate with people we might not like to.“

Meanwhile, Aurora was trying to strike his own deal.

"Aww shoot! I knew it was too good to be true!" He kept his arms spread. "B-but you’re an angle of hope, so maybe-" But Angle of Hope made the wise choice to shift the conversation along to something that might actually work. "I did hear about the red coins, but they seem kind of mysterious. So if we can get in touch with this key keeping person, then maybe we could get me fixed right up! Give me large, sporting boobies that would make everyone jealous. Maybe even you? Especially you!”" She thrust her finger towards AoH. "A-and help out those people in the overcity too I guess. Really though, I’d be happy with even small ones so long as-”" Aurora’s babbling stopped when Rose and Iris appeared out of nowhere. "W-well you should never eves drop on a girl, b-but…”" He sighed. "I’m not really a girl anymore, and I’d like the keeper of keys to help me out with that. "

Kurai Majokko

"Don't make me get the spatula!”

— Suki Oyama

"...And that’s why you and Chestnut would be good in a relationship. It would make all the other ships work out too. But if things between Boss Baby and me fizzle, then we need to switch some things around. We can assume Wispy and Boss Baby get together I guess. But what if I wind up with Wispy? Hmmm…”

When Tsubomi and Suki got gossiping about the detention club, it was only a matter of time before Suki started talking about “the ships.” She had a working list of the best pairings in her head, but there were always developments. An unusual glance, laughing at a sub-par joke, almost anything could cause Suki to go flying to the proverbial drawing board to restructure her relationship threads. It was made more complicated by the fact that she had several versions, each dictated by who Suki ended up with. Despite Suki’s reputation, she never had more than two or three “suitors” to base her findings around. In the short time Tsubomi knew her, it seemed like everyone had come up for consideration at some point. There were maybe two detention club members that Suki never paired herself with. One of them was Tsubomi herself. Only Suki knew why, as Tsubomi hadn’t asked.

"Hey! Look!”

They were walking past an arcade when something caught Suki’s interest. It was a poster for the light gun game “Husk of Zenith.” It featured a cool looking guy with a light gun with a post apocalyptic scene behind him. Generic, but the target demographic would likely be enthralled by the poster. If Suki’s reaction was anything to go by.

"It’s been a few years since I played this.” She tapped the poster. "You wake up from some hibernation pods after going into a slumber for hundreds of years. But something weird happened and everyone died except for player one and two. So you gotta shoot some mutants and obliterate the Zenith that’s corrupted everything.” She placed her hands on her hips. "I used to play co-op with a buddy. He played Brent and I always took Ichika. I don’t think we ever beat it. In fact, I don’t think we got past the first level.” She frowned. "I don’t think we played it much now that I think about it.” She shot Tsubomi a smile. "But it’s one of the few times I can remember someone wanting to spend time with me, so I’ll always cherish it!” She nudged Tsubomi before walking again. "I bet you and I could beat it. We should try some time.”

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It didn’t take long for Suki and Tsubomi to return to where the night had started. It surprised the blood witch that most of the club was lingering around where the light girl was spotted. "Did something happen?” It didn’t matter. Someone could fill her in over dinner.

And speaking of dinner, Suki had arrived just in time to hear who won the contest.

"I can’t say I’m surprised. We’ll just have to try harder next time, Rainbow.” She patted her partner on the back before approaching the winners, or more specifically, Nyxia. "Hey! Congratulations… Nyxia Torrentia, Neon Tempest of the Ultraviolet Rainbow!” She managed after just a single glance at the writing on her palm. Fortunately the blooded claws on her hands had prevented it from getting smudged during all the fighting and fumbling she did earlier. ”It’s just like Boss Baby said, you're a natural Miseria slayer.” She giggled. "You were amazing out there! You were nowhere to be seen and then suddenly brarararararararara-pa-paka-pow-braaaa-paka-pow-pow-pow!” She did her best to impersonate her gun blowing her targets apart. Her eyes drifted up and down the girl’s body. She was silent as she took every part of the neon girl in. "Sorry, I just…Haven’t seen you up close yet.” She returned her eyes to Nyxia’s. "As devastating and relentless as your beams are, it's you yourself that leaves me in awe.” She placed her hands over her chest. "Your skin reminds me of a grape, and your hair is like a deep forest. You’re forbidden fruit: as dangerous as you are alluring.” She swooned once her poem concluded.

"This is your special reward, so pick someplace you’d like to eat. But I’d like to offer my place as a possible choice.” Suki placed her hands on her hips. "I’ve been practicing a few recipes, and I’m pretty sure I could make something that’ll blow your socks off! Also, you don’t have to worry about a bunch of dudebros gawking at us from a table over. It’ll be just us and my fantastic food. A true girl’s night out!” She pointed at the sky as she said this.

_{"It should also be cheaper than eating out.”} She grunted out of the side of her mouth to Willow.

"But!” She looked back ahead at Nyxia. "I’m sure wherever you want to eat, we’ll have a lot of fun!” She turned her head to look at Roche. The wistful look in her eyes immediately vanished. "Hey Bedshaker. Ready to eat already?”

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

"Take the first of my six pains.”

— 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

Perhaps she should have put more weight behind that one.

It didn't matter though. All Mac had to do was be a big enough pest that everyone turned their attention onto her. Then again, she couldn't afford to get too careless. She only had Oliver for backup and, while he was a sweet boy, she knew he wasn't invincible. They still didn't know how many mint agents were around, and Mac wasn't familiar enough with her opponents. Anja wasn't as frail as she had initially expected, and there was no reason to expect the next attack to knock her on her ass either. She blinked, and her third eye opened. The artifact likely had a way of seeing through illusions, given what they were loudly talking about, but it would be prudent to be sure before engaging.

Oh, it was just as potent as her own third eye. If Mac tried to cast a spell, she'd know about it before it activated regardless of what it was.

"Nice tiara, but one queen was already too much.”

She didn't hide from her opponent. Mac rushed towards Anja, dragging her claws along the side of the truck as she did so. When Anja thrust, Mac swiped. Steel and claw rang out as they collided over and over. Mac was a tall "girl," but Anja's sword would allow her to engage just a bit sooner. It was evident to Mac that she was the stronger and faster of the two, but it wasn't like Anja was that much weaker. Moreover, it was obvious that like herself, Anja was something of an adept with her chosen weapon. She wasn't an easy opponent to fight. But Anja's real advantage was her numbers.

Mac wasn't a fool. She was aware enough to realize a joint attack could come from everywhere. And sure enough, she could hear Seppa walking along the top of the truck over the sound of their weapons colliding. There was no getting out of this unscathed, so the best she could do was accept it and take the smallest loss she could.

Anja had scored a few light cuts along Mac's torso, but her next thrust found purchase inside her shoulder and slid in deep. Mac grunted, but maintained enough focus to throw up an illusion. It had Anja running Mac through and pinning her against the side of the truck. While that played out, Mac grabbed a hold of Anja's wrist and trapped her blade inside her shoulder. She then forced Anja inside of her illusion, positioning her right where she would have been. Anja could detect illusions, but could Seppa? Did they even have the reflexes to course correct in time? She didn't expect a hammer blow to take out Anja, and fully planned on following up with a barrage of knees and elbows located at her most sensitive areas. But if Mac still got hit? Probably the same thing, only with a swollen shoulder. She didn't look that strong.

The Storm Cycle: Reclamation

"Haha, I'm in danger!"

— Luana Roycroft

@Rune_Alchemist@Crimson Paladin

Learning from your failures was valuable, but not nearly as valuable as learning from other people's mistakes.

Luana had witnessed Ethelred and his steed getting swat away by the dragon's flexible tail. What had been a solid blow against the frigid knight would most certainly take Luana out of action. But it was something she was aware of. The druid hugged the dragon's back as its tail flew over her back. She knew she couldn't stab it to death, she just needed to keep it stationary so that Ethelred could deliver a decisive blow. It couldn't claw out of her vines so easily if she was there to ward off its magic.

But the drake changed tactics. Instead of swatting her away, it aimed to crush her under its own tail. She rolled onto her back to avoid the first strike. Then she slid side to side to avoid the next blow, and the one after that. The drake had proven to be resilient, and the fact that it could flog itself over and over without concern didn't surprise her. This wasn't something she could keep up forever.

With a grunt, Luana slid down the side of dragon and hugged it's stomach. Its thick scales provided just enough grip for her fingers and toes to find purchase. She didn't have time to recover her spear, but if her companion's next blow was decisive, she wouldn't need it.