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Kurai Majokko

Hahaha, the executive decision, eh.

Kurai Majokko

On a similar note, got any examples of what an average magical girl could do, in terms of pure physical hijinks? Are we like, Heroic Spirits from Fate? Marvel superheroes? Etc

Kurai Majokko

I'd support just RNGing the pairings for now. It's not like the pairs are set in stone based off of this singular event, after all.

Kurai Majokko

The Detention Club should thank her for helping with recruitment.

Also ye, one of my initial ideas was a Light Girl cult leader, so things could definitely have gone even crazier huhuhu

JRPG-inspired magic school RP with a heavy focus on story and characters!

So, I'm curious.

Considering how committed you are to the setting, would you keep going even if there was only one player still kicking?

Kurai Majokko

Hm, maybe a step too crazy, too early.

But iz k, she's a Light Girl.

Kurai Majokko

Nonsuch was the sort of person to double-dip.

When she ate French fries, the fries were just a delivery mechanism for the ketchup. When she ate cookies, the cookies were tastier on the second soaking of milk. When she ate nachos, it only made sense to get both ends of the tortilla chip ladened with salsa, once all was said and done. Of course, she wasn’t a psychopath. Sushi avoided her two-dip clause.

Miseria and humanity did not.

High on the overpass, the paragon watched, a brash wind toying with her golden locks. Shadows writhed and rose, bubbling from the depths of an evil bog, bursting out. They seeped deep into the consciousness of those salarymen driving home after another late night spent overworking and then overdrinking. A miracle, indeed, that even to this day, people would drive home buzzed, on the precipice of collapse. She hefted her hammer, awaiting the telltale swell, the gradual sway. What must it feel like, to be so thoroughly consumed by a monster, when one was already consumed by society itself? What must it feel like, to be suddenly plunged into the depths of despair, plummeting into a pit that offered only self-termination? What must it be like then, to see a singular ray of light shining through, saving you from that brink?

The Miseria swelled, gorging itself upon the balding man’s regrets and ineptitudes, his day of humiliations and disappointment providing ample fuel. It ballooned out of proportion, shadows stretching further and further, before…

Pop!

A hammer smashed through its corpulent form and buried itself in the car’s hood. Thoroughly crushed, the engine didn’t even let out a whimper before the car grinded to a stop, any errant flames smothered by the sheer invisible mass of a Sweet Arm.

And, as for the man inside?

His airbags were deployed upon that freak accident, his nose broken against those inflatable bags. No mercy for the drunk drivers, after all! And, on the topic of double-dipping…

“Hello, this the police? I’d like to report a traffic accident west of 182.”

…she ended the call before the dispatcher could ask any more questions. Dropped the burner phone, allowing the truck underneath to crush it flat.

Now, drained of all happiness, having lost their own car, about to face a drunk driving charge, and likely going to enjoy their tenure in the hospital, with all the fees that their insurance wouldn’t cover, where would that man go? Nonsuch let out a cheery whistle, her tune mixing with the roar of traffic, the distance hymn of sirens.

They would go, seeking the help of a hero.

And she would be waiting, offering them the chance to reclaim their ideal.

Kurai Majokko

Eyo, so do the light peeps wait for a post from Cami to start things off, or are we free to go do whatever?

Kurai Majokko

The Starry Night

"Can’t you see? I haven’t fallen, so I must be just!"

Nonsuch

_{Gushiken Suna | 16 y/o | 5'3}

The Front

The Reverse

Emblem

A pair of color contacts, dying her dark eyes a brilliant, sparkling blue. Like the ocean on a sunny day. If she does not wear the complete set, she cannot transform. If one half is destroyed, her whole life is ended.

Sweet/Devil Arm

A child’s romanticized vision of what a war hammer ought to be. It is a metal stick the length of her body, ending with a hammerhead like a concrete block. Medals, like the sorts one would get pinned to their chest as a participation reward on Sports Day, are inexplicably stuck upon its surface. The number of medals grow, but what triggers the addition of more medals is unknown, except that it is not tied to the extermination of Miseria.

Magic

Attraction and Repulsion, centered upon Magical Girl and Armament.

Simply put, Nonsuch is able to pull herself towards or push herself away from her weapon or vice versa. The speed of the attraction is enough to be weaponized, and the force of the repulsion is enough to serve as transportation. As such, despite her propensity for wielding her weapon properly as a melee weapon, its true destructive potential is realized only when she treats it as a ranged weapon, to be thrown and pulled like a yoyo.

Background

What could be said, about a Magical Girl who has never fallen?

Suna’s family was reasonable. They were well off, her dad a chef specializing in Okinawan cuisine, her mother the branch manager of a high-end fashion outlet. She had a younger brother with the most adorably marshmallow-y cheeks there ever could be, and the family dog was big and fluffy, always cheerfully barking away.

Her household was always loud and hearty, exclaiming the things that Japanese people rarely did. What a wonderful it was, to wear one’s heart on their sleeve! Kindness and justice were things to glorify, and rightfully so! Her dad loved his tokusatsus, after all. Costumed warriors destroying evil with their fists, emblazoned with brilliant special effects and glorious theme songs. Her mother like her police dramas more, careful investigations and litigations showing just how far an intelligent villain could circumvent the broken justice system.

A cheerful, emphatic family life, contrasting to the tranquility, the platitudes, of the world beyond the walls. In her childhood, Suna decided that the world existed only in contrasts.

A Hero without a Villain was out of the job. A Villain without a Hero was just playing on Story Mode. The greater one was, the greater the other would be. Light and Shadow, each intensifying in response to the other!

What could be said, about a Magical Girl who has never fallen, other than how grateful she was for her Darker sisters?

After all, Hibusa Town was such a wonderful place for a runaway to be.

Sample Post

She can hear it.

The ringing in her ears, keeping herself awake at night. The sound of silence, of a city and home rendered to slumber, layered upon the ticking of a clock that would never need an alarm to be set. If she listened more carefully, she could reach deeper. Hear her heartbeat, her bloodflow, the grinding of bones and the gurgling of her stomach. Stillness had to be maintained though. Her mattress was cheap; the springs would creak if sh-

“Nyaa~”

She swung herself off her bed, turning to the source of the noise, even when she already knew it wasn’t what she thought it was. Just a scraggly stray, poking its head, then its body, through the boarded-up window. A torn ear, more skin than fur. Whiskers drooping like its head. A limp on the right side, as it scampered upon her bed, curling beside her. She had long stopped caring about the smell of cat piss that lingered on the sheets and moved to run her fingers down its back instead.

The clock ticked on. The cat fell asleep.

And Suna, who no longer could, peered through the gap that the cat had slipped in through, the light of the downtown core dazzling her dark eyes. A gem and the shadows it cast, even when light ought to have only been the domain of the sun's reflection. Artifice, found even in this little pocket of life carved pinned between mountain and ocean. Landslide or flooding. Oh, the perseverance!

The stray did not stir.

The stray did not stay.

Headers

Kurai Majokko

Struck by a desire to cook, when I should've been asleep three hours ago.

The Starry Night

"Can’t you see? I haven’t fallen, so I must be just!"

Nonsuch

_{Gushiken Suna | 16 y/o | 5'3}

The Front

The Reverse

Emblem

A pair of color contacts, dying her dark eyes a brilliant, sparkling blue. Like the ocean on a sunny day. If she does not wear the complete set, she cannot transform. If one half is destroyed, her whole life is ended.

Sweet/Devil Arm

A child’s romanticized vision of what a war hammer ought to be. It is a metal stick the length of her body, ending with a hammerhead like a concrete block. Medals, like the sorts one would get pinned to their chest as a participation reward on Sports Day, are inexplicably stuck upon its surface. The number of medals grow, but what triggers the addition of more medals is unknown, except that it is not tied to the extermination of Miseria.

Magic

Attraction and Repulsion, centered upon Magical Girl and Armament.

Simply put, Nonsuch is able to pull herself towards or push herself away from her weapon or vice versa. The speed of the attraction is enough to be weaponized, and the force of the repulsion is enough to serve as transportation. As such, despite her propensity for wielding her weapon properly as a melee weapon, its true destructive potential is realized only when she treats it as a ranged weapon, to be thrown and pulled like a yoyo.

Background

What could be said, about a Magical Girl who has never fallen?

Suna’s family was reasonable. They were well off, her dad a chef specializing in Okinawan cuisine, her mother the branch manager of a high-end fashion outlet. She had a younger brother with the most adorably marshmallow-y cheeks there ever could be, and the family dog was big and fluffy, always cheerfully barking away.

Her household was always loud and hearty, exclaiming the things that Japanese people rarely did. What a wonderful it was, to wear one’s heart on their sleeve! Kindness and justice were things to glorify, and rightfully so! Her dad loved his tokusatsus, after all. Costumed warriors destroying evil with their fists, emblazoned with brilliant special effects and glorious theme songs. Her mother like her police dramas more, careful investigations and litigations showing just how far an intelligent villain could circumvent the broken justice system.

A cheerful, emphatic family life, contrasting to the tranquility, the platitudes, of the world beyond the walls. In her childhood, Suna decided that the world existed only in contrasts.

A Hero without a Villain was out of the job. A Villain without a Hero was just playing on Story Mode. The greater one was, the greater the other would be. Light and Shadow, each intensifying in response to the other!

What could be said, about a Magical Girl who has never fallen, other than how grateful she was for her Darker sisters?

After all, Hibusa Town was such a wonderful place for a runaway to be.

Sample Post

She can hear it.

The ringing in her ears, keeping herself awake at night. The sound of silence, of a city and home rendered to slumber, layered upon the ticking of a clock that would never need an alarm to be set. If she listened more carefully, she could reach deeper. Hear her heartbeat, her bloodflow, the grinding of bones and the gurgling of her stomach. Stillness had to be maintained though. Her mattress was cheap; the springs would creak if sh-

“Nyaa~”

She swung herself off her bed, turning to the source of the noise, even when she already knew it wasn’t what she thought it was. Just a scraggly stray, poking its head, then its body, through the boarded-up window. A torn ear, more skin than fur. Whiskers drooping like its head. A limp on the right side, as it scampered upon her bed, curling beside her. She had long stopped caring about the smell of cat piss that lingered on the sheets and moved to run her fingers down its back instead.

The clock ticked on. The cat fell asleep.

And Suna, who no longer could, peered through the gap that the cat had slipped in through, the light of the downtown core dazzling her dark eyes. A gem and the shadows it cast, even when light ought to have only been the domain of the sun's reflection. Artifice, found even in this little pocket of life carved pinned between mountain and ocean. Landslide or flooding. Oh, the perseverance!

The stray did not stir.

The stray did not stay.