BrokenPromise

Mahou Shoujo No 30 Dai- a spoof rp!

Isra Mahmud

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Isra Mahmud

”Old relics can have contemporary appeal.”

33 y/o | Female | 150 LBs | 5’8”
Egypt | Memphis

Personality

When people think of Egypt, they often think of the pyramids, mummies, and other antiquated things. But modern Egypt is a bit different than it was thousands of years ago. While it’s clear Egyptians revere the past, they have embraced the future just like any other country. The same cannot be said for everyone, and that includes Isra Mahmud.

Were it not for her appearance, you would swear she was a teenager. Isra likes to gossip, use slang terms, indulge in buying trinkets, and has every big aspiration under the sun from writing this decade’s best fantasy trilogy to climbing Mount Everest. What doesn’t interest her is everything in her adult life, which she unironically calls “adulting.” The idea of settling down or pursuing a career with a future is a surefire way to get her to roll her eyes.

Most would describe Isra as being a little insufferable. Her wit is sharp, and she looks happy for absolutely no reason. And when she isn’t grinning like some asshole, she’s probably chewing someone out for some behavior she finds irreprehensible. Yes, she’s really fun on dates. That said, children tend to enjoy her quite a bit.

Backstory

Anyone living in a first world country would likely get culture shock if they were to visit Egypt. Aside from everyday commodities being prohibitively expensive, you have hundred year old buildings standing beside brand new ones and super shopping centers going up beside slum districts. The revolution in 2011 as well as the inflating American Dollar has made it difficult for the average Egyptian to survive.They have far less than their western counterparts, but are more positive about their situation. But Isra Mahmud is not an average Egyptian. Her parents owned a museum and were able to dip into Egypt’s huge tourist industry. They weren’t part of the super elite, but their daughter was well taken care of. Isra was able to enjoy every “basic” comfort the world had to offer, from a good tuition to owning her own smartphone.

While Egypt isn’t quite Islam, they do borrow a lot of their culture from them. This includes the requirement for girls to be submissive towards men, and to allow said men to take care of them. Something about that never sat right with Isra, but it wasn’t like she could escape it. Her mother assisted her father, and it was the same thing for her friends. It was an unfortunate yet inevitable part of her reality. She would be married to someone who was capable enough to run the art museum and she would be expected to help her husband with all of his endeavors. Part of her preparation for this was to go to college for a business degree, and what Egyptian family wouldn’t send their daughter to one of the best western colleges?

That was where she got a taste of that freedom she was yearning for. The woman of the west could wear what they wanted, go where they wanted, interact with who they wanted, and were not expected to serve their husbands to the same degree they would have back home. After spending years living by her own rules and “studying” late into the night, she couldn’t go back. It wasn’t difficult for Isra to shake her parents off her trail. After drifting around college for a few years, she told her parents a little lie: That she had gotten a fantastic job opportunity and found a wealthy man to take care of her. Having your child live a better life than you is every Egyptian parent’s dream. Why would they command her to come home?

Something Isra hadn’t accounted for was the responsibility that came with her new freedoms. Mommy and daddy had been paying her way, so she didn’t have to worry about trying to support herself. Her parents saw no need to continue supporting her, assuming her husband-to-be had it all under control. College was prohibitively expensive and not something Isra could afford while working a minimum wage job. She left college without a degree and only had enough money to survive for a few weeks tops. Her student visa would most certainly expire now that she was no longer learning. Returning home wasn’t an option. Her parents would be more than furious if they learned how unproductive she had been with her time overseas. Though if the local government decided to come after her, she’d get deported and face her parents anyway. But even if neither of those scenarios came to pass, was this it? Was she supposed to work as a grocery bagger until she died?

Meanwhile, magical girls were starting to become more prevalent in the media. Now that was Isra’s dream job. Getting adored by everyone, having powers, seeing the world, all under a superhero’s guise. And all you had to do was show up to beat up the monster of the week when things got crazy. Scoring a job like that would be amazing. But it was up to luck if you got picked to become a magical girl or not. The entire process wasn’t very well understood, but it wasn’t a career choice you signed up for.

Or was it?

That’s how one add in the paper made it sound. “Magical girl tryouts! Test subject needed!” It was a small ad with little information, but she called the number anyway. It didn’t seem like her status as an illegal alien or college drop out would bar her from entry. The pay would let Isra continue to live in the comfort she had become accustomed to. It all seemed a little shady, a little questionable, but Isra was too desperate to question anything.

Turns out, Isra was one of fifty women to show up. What ensued was something akin to an intense elimination tournament that had nothing to do with magical girls and everything to do with enduring physically and mentally unpleasant challenges. At the end of the week, Isra emerged the winner and met the “wise scientist” who hosted the event. As it turns out, the wise scientist was looking for the perfect candidate to turn into a magical girl, with the tournament being a way of finding the most suitable among them. Though they admitted that it was mostly for their entertainment and they had way more practical ways to select a subject. This was followed by some laughter, before turning Isra into a magical girl.

Now Isra serves the wise scientist, who seems more interested in being amused than bettering humanity or completing any real goal. But that’s just fine for her. So long as she can continue to live like a carefree child, she’ll gladly do whatever’s asked of her.

Other Details

- Yellow is her favorite color.
- She may not have finished college, but she’s computer literate and understands how global economies work. It’s still an incomplete education.
- She can also read, write, and speak several languages, but this was the result of her parent’s teaching rather than the college.
- She can out drink you.
- Might be a bit of a genki.

Osiris

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Osiris

”Go ahead, scatter my body across Egypt. It won’t stop me from coming back.”

Immortality | Insects | Bruiser

Overview

Osiris is Isra’s magical girl form, created by the wise scientist. It was inspired by Egyptian mythology and then married with the most advanced technology the omniverse has to offer, because she thought it was funny. She’s a durable cyborg with insect-like qualities. Perhaps “Khepri” would have been a better name for Isra’s magical girl form, but the scarab-faced god isn’t as well known and you’d really have to be at least twenty percent as smart as the wise scientist to understand. Osiris accels in close quarters combat where she can make the most of her robust form and insect swarms.

Also she gives off “dark magical girl” vibes, in case it wasn’t evident from the picture.

Powers/Attacks

Name:S.C.A.R.A.B.(Self-Contained Aerial Refractive Aether Booster)

Range: Self
Power: Minor
Description:

Osiris “backpack” is capable of generating hard light constructs to act as wings. This doesn’t enable flight, but it can help her glide, high jump, air dash, reverse momentum, etc.

Name:S.P.I.D.E.R. (Supplementary Powered Implementation Devices for Enemy Removal)

Range: Up to ten feet
Power: Minor
Description:

Sometimes, two hands isn’t enough. Osiris can construct up to four additional arms to really deliver the MUDA MUDA MUDA MUDA MUDA MUDA! Alternatively, she can create cyber organic tendrils to latch onto stuff with.

Name:S.W.A.R.M. (Synthetic Weaponized Ancillary Robotic Minions)

Range: Within one-hundred feet
Power: Minor
Description:

Osirus can conjure up a swarm of insect-like nanomachines to do her bidding. They can’t do a lot of damage on their own, but are capable of making repairs, forming a barrier, or momentarily blinding an opponent by swarming their head.

Name:L.O.C.U.S.T. (Localized Omniphasic Cloud for Uninhibited Swift Transit)

Range: Within one-hundred feet
Power: Medium
Description:

Sometimes it’s not enough to make a swarm, sometimes you need to become the swarm. Osiris can overclock her S.W.A.R.M. module to disperse her entire body and reassemble at a new location. But not before eviscerating everything in her flight path.

Name:M.A.N.T.I.S. (Mechanical Appendage Neo-Titanic Implementation System)

Range: Up to 20 feet
Power: Medium
Description:

In addition to conjuring normal sized arms/tendrils, Osiris can also conjure two extra big, extra thicc arms for even more walloping power. These tend to look like giant mantis claws, pincers, or insect mandibles

Name: B.E.E.S.(Built-in Endless Eclipse System)

Range: Self
Power: Major
Description:

When backed into a corner, Osiris can activate her Built-in Endless Eclipse System. In addition to completely healing all of her wounds, the unit peers at least ten seconds into the future and creates a perfect defense for anything that could possibly harm Osiris. This does not give her the ability to divine the future, and is handled entirely by the B.E.E.S.

Transformation Item

Isra has an ornate makeup mirror. It allows her to transform, apply makeup accurately, and also acts as a device to communicate with the wise scientist.

Magical Weapon

Osiris doesn’t really need a magical girl weapon, but the wise scientist doesn’t believe in half measures. She’s gifted Osiris with the S.C.O.R.P.I.O.N. (Supplemental Chthonic Omniphasic Reactive Polyharmonic Infinite Opposition Neutralizer), which is a sickle that’s attached to her back. It’s effectively a third arm, and can be used to fend off attackers or swing on obstacles that conveniently fit inside the blade’s crescent shape.

The Wise Doctor

Doctor Nikki Yolanda Kannis (Doctor Nykannis, Queen of the Mad Scientists!) *It’s pronounced Kan-nis, not Kay-nis.

“Who the fuck were you expecting? Sharr ‘Aria “Smug Bitch” Rizzo’ Webber?!”

Unknown y/o | Female | Won’t Tell LBs | 4’8”
Mad Science | Weird Science | Human?

Personality

Nykannis is a typical Mad Scientist, in that she is extremely egotistical, highly focused on her work, and very, very insane. Aside from that, though, she can be rather personable, and if you take an interest in her current projects/obsessions, she can happily talk with you for hours on end (that said, Nykannis’s social skills are sorely lacking, and if you don’t have an intellect or level of enthusiasm close to hers, it will be a very one-sided conversation).

Other Details

- Like all Mad Scientists, Nykannis is prone to unleashing cackling peals of laughter for no readily apparent reason.

- This character was "inspired" by one of Ponn's creations, and they will be writing all of her dialog.

Mahou Shoujo No 30 Dai- a spoof rp!

@shagranoz You need to use brackets if you want mentions to work correctly.

I was picturing something more akin to squid games than some televised tourney, but the details have been left non-specific because I don't think it's going to come up in story. Also, Nykannis surpassed the limitations of humanity several hundred millennia ago, so you can't really classify her as a human anymore. But you also can't expect my collage drop out to know the difference anyway.

Mahou Shoujo No 30 Dai- a spoof rp!

Here's my character. @Ponn helped me name some of her attacks, so thanks for that.

Isra Mahmud

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Isra Mahmud

”Old relics can have contemporary appeal.”

33 y/o | Female | 150 LBs | 5’8”
Egypt | Memphis

Personality

When people think of Egypt, they often think of the pyramids, mummies, and other antiquated things. But modern Egypt is a bit different than it was thousands of years ago. While it’s clear Egyptians revere the past, they have embraced the future just like any other country. The same cannot be said for everyone, and that includes Isra Mahmud.

Were it not for her appearance, you would swear she was a teenager. Isra likes to gossip, use slang terms, indulge in buying trinkets, and has every big aspiration under the sun from writing this decade’s best fantasy trilogy to climbing Mount Everest. What doesn’t interest her is everything in her adult life, which she unironically calls “adulting.” The idea of settling down or pursuing a career with a future is a surefire way to get her to roll her eyes.

Most would describe Isra as being a little insufferable. Her wit is sharp, and she looks happy for absolutely no reason. And when she isn’t grinning like some asshole, she’s probably chewing someone out for some behavior she finds irreprehensible. Yes, she’s really fun on dates. That said, children tend to enjoy her quite a bit.

Backstory

Anyone living in a first world country would likely get culture shock if they were to visit Egypt. Aside from everyday commodities being prohibitively expensive, you have hundred year old buildings standing beside brand new ones and super shopping centers going up beside slum districts. The revolution in 2011 as well as the inflating American Dollar has made it difficult for the average Egyptian to survive.They have far less than their western counterparts, but are more positive about their situation. But Isra Mahmud is not an average Egyptian. Her parents owned a museum and were able to dip into Egypt’s huge tourist industry. They weren’t part of the super elite, but their daughter was well taken care of. Isra was able to enjoy every “basic” comfort the world had to offer, from a good tuition to owning her own smartphone.

While Egypt isn’t quite Islam, they do borrow a lot of their culture from them. This includes the requirement for girls to be submissive towards men, and to allow said men to take care of them. Something about that never sat right with Isra, but it wasn’t like she could escape it. Her mother assisted her father, and it was the same thing for her friends. It was an unfortunate yet inevitable part of her reality. She would be married to someone who was capable enough to run the art museum and she would be expected to help her husband with all of his endeavors. Part of her preparation for this was to go to college for a business degree, and what Egyptian family wouldn’t send their daughter to one of the best western colleges?

That was where she got a taste of that freedom she was yearning for. The woman of the west could wear what they wanted, go where they wanted, interact with who they wanted, and were not expected to serve their husbands to the same degree they would have back home. After spending years living by her own rules and “studying” late into the night, she couldn’t go back. It wasn’t difficult for Isra to shake her parents off her trail. After drifting around college for a few years, she told her parents a little lie: That she had gotten a fantastic job opportunity and found a wealthy man to take care of her. Having your child live a better life than you is every Egyptian parent’s dream. Why would they command her to come home?

Something Isra hadn’t accounted for was the responsibility that came with her new freedoms. Mommy and daddy had been paying her way, so she didn’t have to worry about trying to support herself. Her parents saw no need to continue supporting her, assuming her husband-to-be had it all under control. College was prohibitively expensive and not something Isra could afford while working a minimum wage job. She left college without a degree and only had enough money to survive for a few weeks tops. Her student visa would most certainly expire now that she was no longer learning. Returning home wasn’t an option. Her parents would be more than furious if they learned how unproductive she had been with her time overseas. Though if the local government decided to come after her, she’d get deported and face her parents anyway. But even if neither of those scenarios came to pass, was this it? Was she supposed to work as a grocery bagger until she died?

Meanwhile, magical girls were starting to become more prevalent in the media. Now that was Isra’s dream job. Getting adored by everyone, having powers, seeing the world, all under a superhero’s guise. And all you had to do was show up to beat up the monster of the week when things got crazy. Scoring a job like that would be amazing. But it was up to luck if you got picked to become a magical girl or not. The entire process wasn’t very well understood, but it wasn’t a career choice you signed up for.

Or was it?

That’s how one add in the paper made it sound. “Magical girl tryouts! Test subject needed!” It was a small ad with little information, but she called the number anyway. It didn’t seem like her status as an illegal alien or college drop out would bar her from entry. The pay would let Isra continue to live in the comfort she had become accustomed to. It all seemed a little shady, a little questionable, but Isra was too desperate to question anything.

Turns out, Isra was one of fifty women to show up. What ensued was something akin to an intense elimination tournament that had nothing to do with magical girls and everything to do with enduring physically and mentally unpleasant challenges. At the end of the week, Isra emerged the winner and met the “wise scientist” who hosted the event. As it turns out, the wise scientist was looking for the perfect candidate to turn into a magical girl, with the tournament being a way of finding the most suitable among them. Though they admitted that it was mostly for their entertainment and they had way more practical ways to select a subject. This was followed by some laughter, before turning Isra into a magical girl.

Now Isra serves the wise scientist, who seems more interested in being amused than bettering humanity or completing any real goal. But that’s just fine for her. So long as she can continue to live like a carefree child, she’ll gladly do whatever’s asked of her.

Other Details

- Yellow is her favorite color.
- She may not have finished college, but she’s computer literate and understands how global economies work. It’s still an incomplete education.
- She can also read, write, and speak several languages, but this was the result of her parent’s teaching rather than the college.
- She can out drink you.
- Might be a bit of a genki.

Osiris

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Osiris

”Go ahead, scatter my body across Egypt. It won’t stop me from coming back.”

Immortality | Insects | Bruiser

Overview

Osiris is Isra’s magical girl form, created by the wise scientist. It was inspired by Egyptian mythology and then married with the most advanced technology the omniverse has to offer, because she thought it was funny. She’s a durable cyborg with insect-like qualities. Perhaps “Khepri” would have been a better name for Isra’s magical girl form, but the scarab-faced god isn’t as well known and you’d really have to be at least twenty percent as smart as the wise scientist to understand. Osiris accels in close quarters combat where she can make the most of her robust form and insect swarms.

Also she gives off “dark magical girl” vibes, in case it wasn’t evident from the picture.

Powers/Attacks

Name:S.C.A.R.A.B.(Self-Contained Aerial Refractive Aether Booster)

Range: Self
Power: Minor
Description:

Osiris “backpack” is capable of generating hard light constructs to act as wings. This doesn’t enable flight, but it can help her glide, high jump, air dash, reverse momentum, etc.

Name:S.P.I.D.E.R. (Supplementary Powered Implementation Devices for Enemy Removal)

Range: Up to ten feet
Power: Minor
Description:

Sometimes, two hands isn’t enough. Osiris can construct up to four additional arms to really deliver the MUDA MUDA MUDA MUDA MUDA MUDA! Alternatively, she can create cyber organic tendrils to latch onto stuff with.

Name:S.W.A.R.M. (Synthetic Weaponized Ancillary Robotic Minions)

Range: Within one-hundred feet
Power: Minor
Description:

Osirus can conjure up a swarm of insect-like nanomachines to do her bidding. They can’t do a lot of damage on their own, but are capable of making repairs, forming a barrier, or momentarily blinding an opponent by swarming their head.

Name:L.O.C.U.S.T. (Localized Omniphasic Cloud for Uninhibited Swift Transit)

Range: Within one-hundred feet
Power: Medium
Description:

Sometimes it’s not enough to make a swarm, sometimes you need to become the swarm. Osiris can overclock her S.W.A.R.M. module to disperse her entire body and reassemble at a new location. But not before eviscerating everything in her flight path.

Name:M.A.N.T.I.S. (Mechanical Appendage Neo-Titanic Implementation System)

Range: Up to 20 feet
Power: Medium
Description:

In addition to conjuring normal sized arms/tendrils, Osiris can also conjure two extra big, extra thicc arms for even more walloping power. These tend to look like giant mantis claws, pincers, or insect mandibles

Name: B.E.E.S.(Built-in Endless Eclipse System)

Range: Self
Power: Major
Description:

When backed into a corner, Osiris can activate her Built-in Endless Eclipse System. In addition to completely healing all of her wounds, the unit peers at least ten seconds into the future and creates a perfect defense for anything that could possibly harm Osiris. This does not give her the ability to divine the future, and is handled entirely by the B.E.E.S.

Transformation Item

Isra has an ornate makeup mirror. It allows her to transform, apply makeup accurately, and also acts as a device to communicate with the wise scientist.

Magical Weapon

Osiris doesn’t really need a magical girl weapon, but the wise scientist doesn’t believe in half measures. She’s gifted Osiris with the S.C.O.R.P.I.O.N. (Supplemental Chthonic Omniphasic Reactive Polyharmonic Infinite Opposition Neutralizer), which is a sickle that’s attached to her back. It’s effectively a third arm, and can be used to fend off attackers or swing on obstacles that conveniently fit inside the blade’s crescent shape.

The Wise Doctor

Doctor Nikki Yolanda Kannis (Doctor Nykannis, Queen of the Mad Scientists!) *It’s pronounced Kan-nis, not Kay-nis.

“Who the fuck were you expecting? Sharr ‘Aria “Smug Bitch” Rizzo’ Webber?!”

Unknown y/o | Female | Won’t Tell LBs | 4’8”
Mad Science | Weird Science | Human?

Personality

Nykannis is a typical Mad Scientist, in that she is extremely egotistical, highly focused on her work, and very, very insane. Aside from that, though, she can be rather personable, and if you take an interest in her current projects/obsessions, she can happily talk with you for hours on end (that said, Nykannis’s social skills are sorely lacking, and if you don’t have an intellect or level of enthusiasm close to hers, it will be a very one-sided conversation).

Other Details

- Like all Mad Scientists, Nykannis is prone to unleashing cackling peals of laughter for no readily apparent reason.

-This character was "inspired" by one of Ponn's creations, and they will be writing all of her dialog.

Mahou Shoujo No 30 Dai- a spoof rp!

@Xaltwind Don't worry. With what I'm apping, your character will look tame by comparison.

Mahou Shoujo No 30 Dai- a spoof rp!

I find placeholder posts to be largely unnecessary for RPs with the advent of ZEROTH POST HIJINKO but I guess it's up to GM preference.

I'll have to think of a character. It's tempting to bring Amber back, but it already looks like we have some people who fill her archetype in spirit. I don't think she's really the direction I want to take here anyway.

Kurai Majokko: Tsundere Gekido

"For some reason I thought there would be more talking. Are you all anti-social?”

— Suki Oyama

Stake outs were never very exciting things, but Suki was happy to see that Nyx was enjoying herself. Not that her love of flowers was any big mystery. Anyone who looked like a bushel of grapes had to have an interest in plants. Yet at the same time, it wasn’t something that Suki would have attributed to her. But maybe she should. She never really liked the “Nyx” nickname, and it was always supposed to be a placeholder until she found a new one. “Grape” definitely wasn’t a very good nick name for her, but Suki would be lying if she said she hadn’t considered it in the past. But this wasn’t an interest in berries that Nyx was showing here, she was loving those flowers. So a good nickname would be…

"Violet.”

Suki’s eyes were on Violet, but her ears were listening to everything Rainbow told her. Truth be told, Suki was hoping beyond hope that Rainbow would start chatting with her, at least about normal things.But perhaps when you lacked emotions, the only thing you could really do is just move between tasks that other people think are important. And if that was the case, it was up to Suki to be Rainbow’s compass to guide her to where she needed to be.

"Friendly is relative, Tsubomi!” She wrapped a hand around Rainbow’s shoulders and pointed at the flower shop. "Sure! Violet can come across as a little gruff sometimes, but look at her now! She looks like me when I surf 4chan’s Yuri image board! At least the lower half of her face. My eyes are usually open, because you know…I’m…”

Wow, Suki sure was close to Rainbow. Actually, no. She was really close to Tsubomi, and her amber eyes were staring right into hers. Usually when Suki gets this close to people they do everything in their power to pull away. The only person who had been closer to her than this was Sayuri, who gave her a hug that one time. But that felt like forever ago. And that was just a quick hug. Tsubomi was right in the danger zone and she wasn’t even moving.

"...Um…”

Her lips were right there. Suki had kissed quite a few people in her time, but she had always been transformed. No one would willingly kiss Suki in her current state. Her filed teeth, the scent of ash on her breath, no one would ever look at that and just accept it, would they? But if they did, would it look like this?

"...Ah…”

Like, Tsubomi technically wouldn’t mind, right? She couldn’t even be surprised by it. If Tsubomi felt uncomfortable, she could always try and get away. And if she did that, Suki would absolutely let her go. But that wasn’t what was happening here. Which meant.

"Because… I like to see what’s happening in front of me.” Suki rubbed the back of her head. "And I decided to start calling Nyx Violet. You know, like the flower.” Suki cleared her throat and looked ahead.

Dragons!

Just as the sun was setting! Multi colored serpents with wings seemed to hover in the sky. Their long tails disappeared behind a line of trees.

"We gotta get the others! I’ll see if I can stall them until the others arrive!”

Suki bounded off the rooftop. When she landed, she had become Oros the Joyful, and skated towards the treeline, disappearing in a red flash.

SKIBIDI BADABADOO

Welcome to the forum, Glep! I can totally get on board with spitting, just make sure not to spit on anyone. That can make people kinda upset.

I'm also curious if you are enemies with the current President of the United States or if it's more that you are enemies with the idea of the President of the United States.

Symphony on High

@Ponn@Majoraa@ERode

Dante continued to stare in Finn’s direction. His eyes only moved to the others when they took turns looking through the window at him before consulting each other… right out in front of the diner. It was difficult to discern what they were doing, but given what happened the last time that boy showed up, it wasn’t hard to imagine what was coming next.

”Something the matter, handsome?” The dryad at the counter turned her mug in her hands.

”Just some tough customers.” He pointed at her glass. ”Want a refill?”

”Would you?” As soon as Dante took her cup, her sister elbowed her.

”Verna! That’s your fourth one! How much more mead could you possibly drink?”

Verna rolled her eyes and nearly fell out of her seat. ”Well, I’m not going to let those fat boys in funny hats drink all the mead.”

”Well if that’s how you feel, how about you pour me Two, Dante.”

”Of course.” He kept glancing up at the window as he filled more glasses.

Pax Septimus was a depressing city, but some areas were worse off than others. Most wouldn’t picture a vintage diner as a place that served alcohol. But mead didn’t require a chef, and the markup was higher for that than anything else Dante could serve. Not only that, but it was only the odd sorts that ever stopped by here anyway. Families had long stopped coming to Dantes, and it was pointless to continue to try and appeal to them. No amount of renovating would bring them into the darkest corners of the city.

Which made it weird that there were a few teenagers sitting in the corner. But Dante didn’t didn’t care. So long as you didn’t murder a waitress or something extreme, he’d serve you as long as you had the cash.

And speaking of murderers, The door rang when Finn pushed the door open and stepped inside. None of the patrons looked up from their glasses. They were too busy talking amongst themselves or trying to yell “Yehaw!” louder than any of the other cowboys in the joint. Any eye contact that Finn got could be chalked up to being purely coincidental.

Save for the glare that Dante was giving him.

”We’re at full capacity.” He said with a growl. Then he looked out the door at Estelle. ”And we serve alcohol on the premises. You should find some other place for these children to eat.”

---

@The World@Nakushita@TaintedMushroom@FamishedPants

If you were to jump into a chat room on Shimr and ask the freelancers why they chose to work alone, you’d get all kinds of answers. Some would say GEMINI and Maverick Alternative have oversimplified the monster problem. Others would go on and on about the perks of being an “entrepreneur.” A few more might say they really liked the freelance community and wouldn’t want it any other way. This might paint the picture of a group of conscientious, intelligent espers who would go on to solve the world’s problems one mission at a time.

That did not carry offline.

Not one bit.

They had been given a diplomatic escort mission that involved coming in contact with one of the strongest espers in the world. But with few exceptions, Freelancers were among some of the most thoughtless, confused espers in Pax Septimus. The mission itself was just a suggestion, and the mission area, even if it was a hundred year old church, was merely a playground.

The VIP and their one GEMINI escort went through the side, but Asher decided he wanted to enter through the front door. There were people around that could have tried to talk him out of it, but they either realized the futility of their actions, or were more interested in seeing what happened next. You could never be sure with freelancers.

The metal door held strong, but the wooden barricade couldn’t take the heat. The doors swung open and slammed against the walls of the lobby. Bits of burnt timber littered the stone floor. If Oros didn’t know they were here, she did now.

The lobby itself was a small space, with two more sets of double doors at either side of the room, and another pair of doors at the far end of the room. The freelancers could hear some shuffling on the other side before those doors were kicked open. Angel stepped into the room with her gun drawn.

"Thought you could-" Angel look at all the freelancers before lowering her gun.. "Oh! It’s just you guys. I thought for sure a fight had started."

"I’m so upset with Ashley ima post a day before her. Mika Sunday, booyah!"

— Mika Fang

Mika wasn’t sure what she thought about the Freelancers. She had heard Fritzi talking about them, but it didn’t sound very good. Then again, she was thinking about appointing Ashley as the head of the unit, so maybe Fritzi’s judgment wasn’t as iron clad as Mika initially thought. But this was not a good sign. There was no sign of the freelancers following them in. They had to know this was an escort mission. Were they patrolling the outside? Looking for traps around the perimeter?

Was that explosion a trap going off?

Before Mika could say anything, Angelie was already soaring ahead, gun in hand. It was pointless to try and stop her. She’d just be wasting her breath. Instead, she just ran after her.

As soon as Angilie got to the front most doors, she kicked them open and aimed her gun at whoever was on the other side. Only to lower it moments later. When Mika arrived by her side, it was apparent what had happened. She suppressed the urge to groan.She was familiar with Sovereign, and had seen Marie the day the Diver attacked, but was mostly unfamiliar with everyone. Mika had her concerns about the freelancers, but in the back of her mind, she had hoped that being paid to do a good job might entice a more professional behavior. But it seemed like Fritzi was right again. Begrudgingly, Mika needed to internally note that Angelie thus far was handling the situation the best.

"Did the door look at you funny?" Mika had already been introduced to everyone as “Cerberus,” so there was no reason to do it again here. It wasn’t like any of these Freelancers respected authority anyway. They probably chose this life because they didn’t want to be told what to do, were antisocial, and couldn’t fit in with a faction even if they wanted to. Perhaps she had been too hard on Ashley, or maybe it was just in an esper’s nature to be selfish all the time. "Oros hasn’t shown herself yet. If I trusted her, I’d say she was waiting for us upstairs. But I don’t, and she could be trying to ambush us." she pointed over her shoulder with her head. "We should check out the area before pushing ahead. Unless you were told to take me to some place in particular, soh-vern?”

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I guess that's a no?

Rerun: Blackguards!

Good to see this getting off the ground again. It looked like a pretty good idea.