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Our Daily Lives have Become a Battlefield: A Battle School RP

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Our Daily Lives have Become a Battlefield: A Battle School RP

不幸だ。。。

Name: Sabi Fuko
Age: 16
Gender: F
Appearance: [Portrait coming some day, here's a quick sketch of my idea] Small, pale, and lean, Fuko looks somewhat younger than she actually is, as if she never grew much after middle school. She is often sporting some kind of bandage to cover the most recent wound from tripping, and her clothes are usually somewhat distressed.

Personality: Fuko is looking out for number one. Because of her aura of bad luck, she assumes that people will turn on her the second they learn about its nature. To her, manipulating or using others is a simple matter of opportunity that others would also take if they were in her position. She has a soft spot for family, and could still potentially be friendly to someone if she feels that she could trust them even after they know about her power. She doesn't mind being disliked, but to her the most painful betrayal would be a trusted friend turning on her. She tends to keep her guard up, having been burned by that before. She enjoys messing with people, especially if she thinks that they are too lucky for their own good.

Backstory: Fuko was born to a fairly normal middle class household. Inexplicably, not long after she was born, Fuko's family fell into a spiral of misfortune, nearly falling into poverty. It did not take long before Fuko realized that she was the cause of the bad luck that had befallen her family.

She tried her best to stay away, enrolling in cram schools and extracurricular activities, and keeping herself away from her family indeed saw their fortunes to turn around. However, the others she associated with did not treat her well upon realizing her unfortunate aura. But to her, her family was far more important. Despite causing losses in sports, failed tests, and overall horrible luck in her school activities, she was happy to keep her family away from it.

Yuko enrolled for Shiroyama as a way to live apart from her family, while still keeping them somewhat nearby. With her family's blessing, she lives alone (or in dorms?) but keeps in close touch with them. Their gift for her acceptance was an Active Engine Device that she cherishes above everything else.

Inherent Engine Skill: Misfortune - Fuko exudes an aura of bad luck around her, which always affects her but extends to those nearby her. The effect can be somewhat directed to a target with physical contact like a touch. Within the aura, positive magical effects (magical healing, strength enhancements, etc) are reduced in effectiveness.

Active Engine Device: Consuming Lances - Fuko's device, a pair of black gloves, lets her manifest lances of negative energy. Rather than cutting or piercing, they sap energy from living things (or magical energy) and ignore nonliving things. A wound from them would not spill blood, or damage the body, but instead make them sore and stiff as if the muscles around the wound had been worked without breaks.
Fuko's lances are formed by using her aura of misfortune, and can be summoned and dispelled easily. However, if thrown or extended past a certain range, they will simply disappear.
If Fuko is holding the lance as they sap energy from something, she will be given some of the energy back (this is the only positive ability for Fuko that isn't affected by Misfortune).

Skills: Because of her extensive experience with clubs, she is at least a little knowledgeable in many different hobbies, such as: Cooking, sports, cleaning, sewing, tea ceremonies, etc. However, her middling skill is often hampered by her bad luck.
Rank: 4
Club: Fortune Telling Club (Pending expulsion)

Our Daily Lives have Become a Battlefield: A Battle School RP

I'm interested in this! Here's my char submission.

不幸だ。。。

Name: Sabi Fuko
Age: 16
Gender: F
Appearance: [Portrait coming some day, here's a quick sketch of my idea] Small, pale, and lean, Fuko looks somewhat younger than she actually is, as if she never grew much after middle school. She is often sporting some kind of bandage to cover the most recent wound from tripping, and her clothes are usually somewhat distressed.

Personality: Fuko is looking out for number one. Because of her aura of bad luck, she assumes that people will turn on her the second they learn about its nature. To her, manipulating or using others is a simple matter of opportunity that others would also take if they were in her position. She has a soft spot for family, and could still potentially be friendly to someone if she feels that she could trust them even after they know about her power. She doesn't mind being disliked, but to her the most painful betrayal would be a trusted friend turning on her. She tends to keep her guard up, having been burned by that before. She enjoys messing with people, especially if she thinks that they are too lucky for their own good.

Backstory: Fuko was born to a fairly normal middle class household. Inexplicably, not long after she was born, Fuko's family fell into a spiral of misfortune, nearly falling into poverty. It did not take long before Fuko realized that she was the cause of the bad luck that had befallen her family.

She tried her best to stay away, enrolling in cram schools and extracurricular activities, and keeping herself away from her family indeed saw their fortunes to turn around. However, the others she associated with did not treat her well upon realizing her unfortunate aura. But to her, her family was far more important. Despite causing losses in sports, failed tests, and overall horrible luck in her school activities, she was happy to keep her family away from it.

Yuko enrolled for Shiroyama as a way to live apart from her family, while still keeping them somewhat nearby. With her family's blessing, she lives alone (or in dorms?) but keeps in close touch with them. Their gift for her acceptance was an Active Engine Device that she cherishes above everything else.

Inherent Engine Skill: Misfortune - Fuko exudes an aura of bad luck around her, which always affects her but extends to those nearby her. The effect can be somewhat directed to a target with physical contact like a touch. Within the aura, positive magical effects (magical healing, strength enhancements, etc) are reduced in effectiveness.

Active Engine Device: Consuming Lances - Fuko's device, a pair of black gloves, lets her manifest lances of negative energy. Rather than cutting or piercing, they sap energy from living things (or magical energy) and ignore nonliving things. A wound from them would not spill blood, or damage the body, but instead make them sore and stiff as if the muscles around the wound had been worked without breaks.
Fuko's lances are formed by using her aura of misfortune, and can be summoned and dispelled easily. However, if thrown or extended past a certain range, they will simply disappear.
If Fuko is holding the lance as they sap energy from something, she will be given some of the energy back (this is the only positive ability for Fuko that isn't affected by Misfortune).

Skills: Because of her extensive experience with clubs, she is at least a little knowledgeable in many different hobbies, such as: Cooking, sports, cleaning, sewing, tea ceremonies, etc. However, her middling skill is often hampered by her bad luck.
Rank: 4
Club: Fortune Telling Club (Pending expulsion)

Royal Rumble!

Andras

Andras's heart was racing. At that moment, all semblance of Andras, the Demon Lady of Despair, seemed to melt, and the shy bookish girl named Alex appeared, if only for a moment.

However, Andras returned quickly to her senses. While the situation was embarrassing, she also didn't want to protest for fear of cutting it short. She also became somewhat self-conscious about her weight... but she shoved that thought aside. Self-consciousness wasn't going to help her right now.

'Consciousness... Self?' Andras began to remember something from the last night. Or was it this morning?

"Oh my GOODNESS!" Andras fidgeted excitedly in Vera's arms, not aware of potentially unbalancing the girl who was holding her. At the same time, Andras's cards appeared, floating and rotating around Andras as if reflecting her excitement. "Vera! I had a VISION! It was like... It looked just like me, and it told me about the Root! I think it was some kind of entity or being that worked within the Root of All Magic!! It- She had, like, blue robes, and they were inscribed with magic symbols, and she had suuuper long hair! She kind of looked like a character I made up for a fan..." Andras trailed off as she realized she said something she probably shouldn't have.

She quickly looked away and quickly tried to change the subject. "A-Anyway, I want to use the shower, so I'll tell you more about it after you take me there."

Royal Rumble!

Andras

Andras felt her stomach drop when Vera spoke. She went from pleasantly sleepy to stone cold awake. She dared not move, in some kind of childish attempt at seeming asleep.

Andras tried to formulate responses to Vera's statements, but she was still frozen in fear. Her brain made them easily, but she both didn't want to interrupt if Vera was to begin talking, and was scared of mispronouncing her words from the sheer nervousness she felt.

After Vera finished talking, there was hanging silence for a moment before Andras realized she was supposed to say something. Then, all of her responses flew from her mouth at once.

"Yes!I'mawake! Uh! I didn't mean- Maybe I do sleepwalkbutI'mnottryingtobebold!" She took a moment to gasp for breath. "B-Bed was great! I-I-I mean, not because you were in it! But!"

Andras's mind raced to a single conclusion. 'This is a mess. Bail. Bail! BAIL!' She quickly made the decision to run out of the room as fast as possible. She quickly threw the bedsheets aside, and jumped to her feet.

And as her legs gave out underneath her, she remembered that the previous day was a bit of a personal marathon for her. She grabbed onto a bedpost to keep from falling on her face and slowly lowered herself to the ground.

"Vera... I think I need help..." Andras meekly whimpered.

L'Mordryn Academy

Allie Sydra

Allie strolled into the Skirmisher Club fairly earlier than she normally did. Other members may have noticed that her hair was more unkempt than normal, and she was rubbing her neck. She kept to the edges of the room as she sat down.

Of course, Allie had no intention of revealing the source of her discomfort to anyone, nor the reason for her absence from class the previous day. However, she had to deal with the ramifications of her choices in spontaneous, entire-day napping areas, and she silently hoped that sparring would help shake off her sluggishness and aching muscles.

Allie kept her back to the wall as she watched Tania's summon with curiosity. Allie didn't really go out of her way to fight summons, other than her own sparring drone. Some of them were far too tricky for her to handle at the current level she was at. Maybe if she had better equipment. Of course, there was only so much studying that she could do towards that front.

Allie stood up from her empty corner and took off her jacket. Other than watching Tania's summon fight, she probably was going to just stick to her own training drone for today, unless something out of the ordinary happened. Before the place got too crowded, Allie began doing some warm-up exercises.

Royal Rumble!

Andras

Andras couldn't tell what time it was when she awoke. She felt like her body was leaden, sunk into the bed, to never once again move. Stuck laying on its side, with the only thing to look at being a curtained window.

Of course, she was just being dramatic. She could move... In fact, she had to, because wearing her hoodie in bed was far too warm for her to sleep comfortably in. Her muscles were sore, and beyond that, her joints felt stiff as well. Raising her arms to pull off her hoodie proved to be more of a challenge than she first expected. She lazily tossed it to the ground after getting it off.

After the herculean effort of removing her hoodie, Andras let out a contented sigh and turned herself over in bed. She already felt cooler, which was nice, but Vera was another source of warmth that she didn't really consider. Wait...

'Vera?!' Andras managed to stop herself from shouting in confusion, but she couldn't manage to stop her heart from skipping a few beats. She froze, thinking over her situation. 'Okay. Stay calm. She's still asleep. Maybe she's okay with me being in her bed? What did I do last night?! I thought this was the same room I originally laid down in... Would she have kicked me out if she wasn't okay with it?'

Andras gulped, trying to gather her courage. 'Maybe... I'll just roll with it.' She moved a little closer to Vera. Despite her tired body, Andras didn't figure she was going to be able to fall back asleep, with how her heart was pounding. But she figured that she had a few moments before Vera woke up and...

Andras didn't want to think about what happens when Vera wakes up.

Royal Rumble!

Andras

Andras flopped onto the couch in a manner that could only be described as "undignified." And while she felt herself sink into the cushions, she thought about what Vera said.

'What does that mean, "unless you're Andras?" Is she trying to give me a hint?! Is it a trap? Does she think that I would try and she can use it as an excuse to make fun of me?! ...Can I convince Wolf to peek and then have him get made fun of instead of me? No, he's probably trying to sleep.' Andras couldn't find an answer despite thinking out the possibilities.

Andras struggled to sit up. It was hard to think of something other than sleeping, given her exhausted body and mind with soft couch. Yet at the same time, the Root demanded its host, Andras, something most important: food. Or rather, she herself was hungry, but if anyone asked her, she would definitely have said the first version.

Andras stumbled around the darkened house, feeling her way for a kitchen. She eventually found a refrigerator, which she quickly opened and ransacked without skipping a beat. After laying waste to any food she could find, she tried to feel her way back to the couch.

She didn't want to turn on any lights in case that bothered someone, so Andras had trouble. Her legs were both uncoordinated and felt like lead, and her single eye didn't help the situation. She eventually stumbled through a door into something cushioned, and moments afterward, she was asleep without a thought, happy to leave the day behind her.

---

The night sky of Rhea was reflected in the glimmering artifact's glassy brilliance. Andras cocked her head, and the image was gone, replaced with an unfamiliar reflection of another world. She lowered the chromatic star, and looked at her surroundings. She was in a library, though it was well beyond what she had ever seen in the real world. It was arcane, massive, and seemingly had little respect for conventions of architecture: the ancient-looking bookshelves extended into the sky as well as the horizon, lined with uncountable numbers of books.

"A seemingly useless trinket, at first. But by now you would see its use, would you not? Others indeed have."

"Huh?" Andras turned around, and found herself face-to-face with herself. There were large differences - her hair was impossibly long, she was draped in ornate robes which were marked with glowing runes, and most startlingly was her deep blue eye, the other covered by her barely handled hair. But her face was Andras's, no doubt, though even that differed slightly in the emotionless and cold look that she gave. "Who-"

The doppelganger cut her off. "Your penchant for delusion is unmatched. No doubt you will think of a good answer to that question on your own." It was indeed true that Andras had already considered ten different explanations. Of course, that statement alone doubled the possibilities. "You are familiar with what you call Perfect Alexandria, but you still do not command it correctly. Perhaps you may remember this place? This is not the first time you have learned something new about your power." The other Andras slowly walked down the aisle of bookcases, scanning the spines of the countless books with a dispassionate look.

Andras took in her surroundings once more, looking amongst the spines of the books. Andras recalled a cherished but hazy memory from her childhood - "The time the Root awakened?! Were you there? Or... here?" She quickly jumped to the doppelganger, trying to grab her shoulder. Her hand went right through, and the other Andras folded into a mist, an illusion the entire time.

"I am here solely to unlock an aspect of your power that you have seemingly been ignoring. One that could be considered only as the most basic fundamental of magic. It is actually quite simple, but since you have foregone the basics, well..." The voice continued, originating behind Andras this time.

Andras turned, but her vision was obscured as the other Andras touched her hand to her temple. Her senses were overloaded immediately, and Andras could not tell if she was being taught something new or it was indeed something she knew the whole time, or whether the thoughts within her head were hers at all.

'A representation of leylines, not cast as a spell or created as artifice, but a magical link to sources of power beyond this world, accessible through a different means of magic entirely.' The thought echoed within Andras's mind for an eternity, while her mind slowly pieced together what the words were meant to tell her.

---

Andras turned in her sleep, mumbling, "...representation...leylines..." as she slept soundly on top of Vera's bed.

L'Mordryn Academy

Allie Sydra

Allie had trouble figuring out the situation. She couldn't position herself close enough to hear what the boy was talking about without drawing attention to herself, so she settled for a safe but distant position. She recognized the girl he was talking to, Isobel, from a few shared clubs. 'Does she know? They seem to be talking at length. I may have to ask her next time we're in club.'

After some time Allie pulled out DataSec. "DataSec. Start recording our movements. I think the target is about to start moving." Or rather, the two had stopped eating, at least. Isobel had gotten up and left, so that means that the boy would be next to leave.

...Or a dragon could stomp through the door that Isobel had left through. Allie had not considered that option, but here she was, in the middle of it. She shot up from her seat, quickly scanning the area. There were plenty of ways to exit, but she had to observe what was going to happen next. Allie ran along the walls to get a better vantage of the upcoming fight. The dragon was making a beeline towards the crossdresser. 'Ah. It must be a challenge. Now we'll see his true combat ability. Maybe his choice in clothing has to do with this.'

It closed in on him. He even said something strange about fate. It didn't seem like he was trying to evade. 'How long is he going to play chicken?! He must have a serious last-second technique to wait this long.'

'...Should I have tried to save him?' Allie thought as the possibility that the boy had no plan came to mind.

In case the situation evolved further, Allie began compiling her summon for her Load-Bearing Armor. While it probably wouldn't help against a dragon, it couldn't hurt.

L'Mordryn Academy

Allie Sydra

Allie had seen it coming. However, she could not act in time to stop it. A girl - Allie had seen her around the school - was about to trip. Allie had just began to turn to her when it happened. And she spectacularly fell.

She.

Allie had a glimpse, for the second time today, of something she should not have. Except for this time, there was something that she suspected nobody should have seen.

But the... person that had tripped seemed to think nothing of it. Even gave her a flippant remark. She could not process things in time to reply to her- him. "Uh." She managed to make a stammered sound, but that was it. He walked away without a care in the world, seemingly unaware of what he had just done to Allie.

Allie eventually found herself able to move, and she managed to put away her dish. But she was still perplexed. The thought she kept returning to was, '...But why?' She checked DataSec. She still had time before her class, since she was not concerned with being early. 'Do other people know?'

She hadn't practiced tailing people much, but this seemed like a good time to practice. It was practice, and not necessarily interest in the boy. She had to know why someone would do that. And of course, if anyone even knew other than Allie. Tailing and fact-finding were well within skills she needed to practice, anyway.

With that in mind, she kept an eye on him while keeping her distance. If he finished eating, she would follow. An exercise to see if she could do so undetected.