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Persona - Academic Akrasia (Being rebooted, see new int check)

Sure, we can gather in small groups and do the dungeons individually, and when we want to come back out and interact with each other we can for a while.

Persona - Academic Akrasia (Being rebooted, see new int check)

Why don't we do it P4 style, where we have a giant hook spanning a long time, but things just kinda happen when they do

Unquiet

*pokes drew with the non-business end of a sword*

@drewccapp

Persona - Academic Akrasia (Being rebooted, see new int check)

Noted, Sakura will do something about that when I get home

Magical Corruption (A Magical Girl RP)

The air between the Demon Lord and Nya shimmered, then solidified into clear hexagonal plates. Naomi stood up, putting an arm in front of the girl protectively.

"You keep your hands away from her, Filth." She spat, putting all her focus into her barrier. She somehow knew it wasn't enough if this demon really wanted to get to them, but she was prepared to do anything it took to delay her.

I won't let her get taken. Not again... Naomi thought, some part of her realizing that this behavior was a little unstable. Her sister had died four years ago, and this girl only had a passing resemblance to her, but...

Naomi steeled herself, ready to do whatever she had to to keep this girl safe. She couldn't take losing someone else.

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Chu nodded, burying her face in Alistor's pantleg. Battles brought up memories that she didn't want to think on, streets red with fresh blood, a clawed hand around her neck, pulling her away from the cold arms of her parents. Chu started to shake, tears leaking from her eyes as she tried to hold herself back from crying in fear.

Magical Corruption (A Magical Girl RP)

Silver is just like "Gotta defend the psuedosister"

I have no idea how she'll react when the girls starts growing tentacles.

Magical Corruption (A Magical Girl RP)

I'm waiting for Chibishagoth

Unquiet

Grace woke suddenly, calm and collected. She had long ago learned to wake from her trances with a clear mind, and that talent saved her now. She pressed against the confines of her darkness, determining they were wooden. She heard the chaos outside her temporary cell, and knew she was in danger, so her right arm lashed out, stone shattering wood as her false limb battered against the yielding coffin lid. Gripping the edges of her box, she pushed upright, taking off her right glove and checking the runes engraved in the living stone.

"I doubt they knew about my arm and leg, else I would no longer have them..." She mused to herself, satisfied that all her etchings were in good order. Three of them still glowed with the souls they contained, temporary housing until she could build them new bodies. The rest had been destroyed when she was captured, and for a moment sadness welled in her chest, but she let it go with a prayer for their well being.

Grace pulled herself out of her coffin, wedged into a corner of the room, and took stock of the situation. There was no word for it but chaos, and she had no inkling of what was happening, but could feel the anguished souls of the recently killed. This was not a place for any soul, living or dead, and she protectively clutched at the wrist of her right arm. She hurried, hunched over, to where she saw other humans, but said nothing to them, trying to understand what was happening first.

Unquiet

Grace

NAME: Grace Ayverin, "The Soulsnatcher", "The Tainted Child", Zhir Zori-ic

ABSTRACT: A misunderstood Golemancer condemned for sacrificing children.



DETAIL:

She only used her magic to get back what was taken from her.

They didn't ask her her circumstance.

She only used spirits of the naturally deceased. Animals and the rare volunteer.

They didn't believe her tale.

She was a scared little girl the first time she used her gift.

They called her Demonspawn.

She could have easilly told her creations to rise up and rip apart their transport, kill everyone around her, and returned to lay waste to their cities and castles.

They lived on regardless.

Despite their accusations, she was no murderer, no force of Evil to leave children orphaned or wives widowed. When they came with their armies, she put up no fight, allowed them to put her in irons, and stoicly accepted her fate as they sentenced her to a slow execution.

She had always known she would be condemned for her gift, and had made peace with it long ago. She would take her last bow with grace, as her mother had named her and raised her for.

As she drifted off to sleep in the back of the waggon, the tiny wooden bird on her shoulder whispered into her ear before flying away.

"I am proud of you, my beautiful daughter."

Wings Askew

No matter what the standard design is, I can guarantee Blank's looks nothing like it.