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Enter: Into an Isekai World

Think we're all waiting on you now, Ink.

Silver Gate Academy [Accepting New Players]

_{@Sho Minazuki@Lonewolf685@Amaterasu}

The world was full of miracles, impossibilities made possible at the whim of the Gods.

But watching night turn to day with the flash of a muzzle, Otis looked at this and promised that he'd outdo both the Archvolt's design and Seirin's blessing one day. Holstering his own gun, the Strigidae supported her as she jolted back from the strange light that reentered her, before in the same moment slipping his phone into her pocket. They weren't friends, not yet. You didn't become close just because you helped someone. But Seirin was a teenager who didn't know what social media was, and Otis was a Strigidae who would have known nothing of the world beyond the forest if a stranger hadn't humored him. He patted the pocket once, just to surreptitiously inform her of the gift, before saying, voice still cold, neutral, and very aware that Shinzou could still be lurking somewhere in the shadows, "You'll be alright."

Distancing himself from Seirin once more, Otis was about to turn back to Utsumi, when he felt a strange weight settle on his hand. In the destruction of the aberrant mythos and in its return to Seirin, a strange bell laid in his palm, glowing gold and emanating an inextricably comforting sensation. A fragment of a miracle, the last piece that remained after the obliteration of the whole. A smile began to crest his features, but he clamped down on those bubbling emotions. Such a black box of knowledge could be studied at another time; for now, he had an ally to attend to.

It was funny, after all, that even with all this combat, only Lorelai came out of it injured, and only because she let herself get shot by him. "Hey," Otis called out, tossing the bell at her. "I'm lending you this. Heal up." In just as alert a fashion, his neck snapped two hundred and ten degrees to meet Koyuki's eyes again. "And an illusion please. Make Seirin over there look like..." A quick cycle of names and faces, before settling onto one. "...Asta."

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22 | Female | Freelancers | Meltwater Spring
Moya-no-Yume | Dagger | Physical | Frosted Sheen
Snowdrop Vestige | Sangfroid Convention
Glacial Stream | Aqua | Rime Rose
[Freeze, Cold Insulation] Damage X, Restrain, Dispel, Rain, Trap, Enhance, Trigger, Blink, Powerful

DAMAGE: D | SPEED: C | SENTINEL: E | 750

PHYSICAL: E| ARCANE: D | CHAOS: C | 750

The roar of the muscle car, six cylinders blasting with dramatic aplomb, masked the sound of the rattling of a bike chain through its gears. In the aural shadow cast by Apollo’s Douchecruiser, Klava cycled down the streets of Pax Septimus on her secondhand bike, dressed in a jumpsuit with an old toque keeping her head warm. City of Blood it may be, drenched in the misery of all its residents, but it was her home as well. Even before she became an Esper, Klava had cycled down these streets, had played in these parks, had studied in these schools and shopped in these stores. She knew how to live here, just as how so many others did.

After all, Pax Septimus still had a population of citizens, no matter the sheer amount of villainy present within alleys, sewers, and basements. Pockets of comfort and safety existed, even if only psychologically, and though threads on Shimr had been blowing up recently about the disappearance of Bastion’s leader and the massacre uncovered there, life aboveground remained the same it always has been…disregarding the power vacuum that was drawing the government back into this bloody city. Outsiders in fancy suits and shiny trucks, having sat on their hands for decades and only moving now that there was a chance to claim this miserable city for themselves. Klava certainly couldn’t say that she was a fan of such opportunistic decision-making.

But that was why she was working for them this time around, wasn’t it?

The squeaking of her brakes sounded in unison to the hiss of Apollo’s engine. The musclefreak was well-known enough for being the only competent healer amongst Pax Septimus’s freelancer community, while the sci-fi juggernaut known as the Protector had a reputation as well, one primarily based off jokes online of her armor being made out of paper. And as for the rest…well, of course Klava’d know nothing about them. They weren’t even a thing in Pax Septimus a year ago, after all.

“Hey,” she waved, mimicking Apollo’s moves with the whole ‘flipping out Shimr app like a police badge’ deal. “I’m not with stupid here, but I took the job too. Klava. Nice to meetcha. Got any complimentary snacks or a coffee machine somewhere? And where can I lock my bike?”

Her eyes bounced from one of the government espers to another and one corner of her lips twitched into a smile. Two of them looked like girls from the university’s anime club, while the third looked like someone who stepped out of a dark fantasy movie set.

“A map of the precinct would be pretty cash too. I specc in traps and restraints.”

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Also Broken:

IC will go up on Monday.

-FV-

"Hm?" Tian-Gui looked at Jin-Sun, then towards Iphie, before laughing heartily. "Oh no, I don't play. Have a cousin studying in Finland though, and he's been bugging me about it for a while. And sheesh, Iphie, gotta be careful 'bout that sorta stuff, y'know? What would the kids think, if Final Violet begins espousing hacking for personal gain?"

It was only somewhat in jest, of course. Questionable ethics of mobage companies aside, the stalwart titan of the Final Five remained as lawful as he always was. "Oh, and Runa, thanks for reminding me." Tian-Gui glanced from Jin-Sun to Iphie again, an uncharacteristically mischievous look in his eyes. "In the absence of karaoke, you two wanna get some real drinks as well? Purely social drinking of course."

Lawful as Tian-Gui was, he also subscribed to the heroic stereotype of drinking hard and partying hard. And so long as he didn't get shitfaced, anything was fine!

Brilliant Fake Kaleidoscopic Prism

_@banjoanjo

It was the scene of a massacre.

Bodies were strewn over the pavement by the dozens, limbs twisted into impossible shapes as miasmic blood poured out from every available orifice. The corpses formed a red carpet upon the road leading to field hospital, not a single scratch left upon the adjacent buildings. They were sinless creatures, spawn of human desires twisted by the cursed karma of the world, and for the blood they wished to spill but had not spilled, she granted them a miserable, painless death. The giant wheel laid upon its side, spokes broken to pieces. The tengu were frozen in mid-flight, even though their torsos pressed against stone. The tsuchigumo splayed their limbs out, as if the weight of their bulbous forms could no longer be sustained by their spindly limbs, as if prostrating before the descended Arhat

And at the end of the road of peaceful corpses, Shine Heart stood, her expression serene and her hands aglow with scarlet gold. One hand swung up, another hand swung down, burning winds circulating into a solid core the size of a fist, before both hands enclosed it in a gesture of prayer.

The youkai dissolved into light, leaving no trace of their existence upon the city, and her heart of gold shone ever brighter because of it.

“Phew.”

Zen brushed the dust off her white coat. In the distance, the echoing boom of the Hellfire Witch’s sauce bottles told her all she needed about the status of the Gate; the destructive power Jasmine wielded had always been only second to the former Chiyoda magic girl, and now that she was gone…well, it was a good decision to twist Jun’s arm a bit. Skilled as Zen was in personnel combat, Qigong didn’t really have any tools for fighting inanimate objects, after all. She checked the time again, squinting towards the sun that rose from the sliver of sun glimmering between the marina warehouses, before squinting harder at someone else.

A running man? Naked with scarf on? Juvenile immaturity made her want to stare harder at his chiselled handsome form and the perfect amount of jiggle his pecs had as he ran, but controlled meguca awareness caused Zen to meet him halfway instead. Must’ve been caught in a shower when the evacuation orders came in. In a smooth sweep, she removed her white coat, and offered it to the man.

“Here,” Shine Heart spoke, her eyes doing a quick appraisal of him for injuries. “It’s a chilly day, so cover yourself up before you get a cold, ok? The field hospital’s just another fifty meters ahead; were there any others with you?”

Surely this couldn’t be Shibuya’s Running Man? Who’d willingly run naked twice in a row, especially in these temperatures?

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@OwO Remember that this is a PG-13 RP. So no bathhouse scenes with Fable.

Also Genre special should be specified to healing magic only. Otherwise this is good. Toss him in.

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The deal is that Regina’s Leitmotif used to be worded almost exactly like yours. The whole ‘weak presence so easily forgettable and passively stealthy’. That’s why we commented on it this time around.

So long as you’re aware that it doesn’t make Silmeria any stealthier than the average Esper though, we’re good.

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Yeah. Beforehand you had it scale with Damage stat of your weapon, which happened to be B. The change here is specifically that the Special is set to a static value now...which is D.

Your wording's otherwise good though. With that change in place, yeet it on over to the tab.

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To clarify, that means that Pry doesn't scale with any pre-existing stat.