ERode

Iris Ascendis

Here's a sweet tech, Psykers.

Iraleth looks up towards the falling dweeb above her. In the corner of her enhanced vision, she also sees the Pruner, before going: "Target Detected. Mission Objective Changed."

And voila. The dumbass splats and she can go off to deliver justice.

Iris Ascendis

@SifrWelp, a knife in the spine is pretty fatal. Her chances be dropping faster than memecoin value.

Kurai Majokko

@FroggRFlowRThis is obviously where you reveal that Kaeru is the strongest light magical girl in the city.

Iris Ascendis

_{@Psyker Landshark@Estylwen}

Gunshot behind him. He made the right choice to take initiative and drop first. Another burst open their wings, the third dove into shadow. But the rush for the bridge turned into a pot of crabs, a quagmire that prevented an easy escape.

Otis loved being right.

He didn’t quite love the sensation of his knees grinding into dust as his muscles struggled to endure the duress of having to maintain perfect balance upon the railing as his skateboard grinded down it, but he possessed focus enough to see his decision through, his goggles slapped over his eyes and his teeth bared into a subconscious snarl against the forces of gravity and drag. The descent had perhaps been only a few minutes at most, but it was almost pleasurable when the bottom met the wheels of his skateboard, the axles squeaking as he killed his momentum and finally stood up straight. A fountain plaza. A hastily-drawn sign, pointing in one direction. An army of wooden mannequins, possessing bludgeoning tools.

And, of course, the voice of the woman who started all this.

Otis pulled out his own gun, the light catching the gleaming barrel and the gilded etchings. Without hesitation, he pointed it towards the gloomy-faced shadow-dancer that had joined him at the plaza and pulled the trigger. A flash of light, a crack of thunder, and the closest mannequin to her was sent flying back into two other of its kin, a bullet cratering its chest.

“A truce,” Otis spoke, his free hand drawing a symbol in the air. “You’re faster than me on the ground. Go in the direction of the sign, I’ll go opposite. If you find the auditorium, contact me. If I find the auditorium, I’ll contact you.”

It was arcane magic, strict and regimented, but possessing a utility and reliability that other schools could not. A moment later, the raven-haired girl would feel a sensation very much like ‘knocking’ on the inside of her skull. If she ‘opened’ her mind, Otis’s voice, edged with only a tinge of impatience, would resound.

“Do you agree?”

A simple thought-sharing spell.

Of course, perhaps he wouldn’t have to do this if he simply trusted that the path of most resistance offered a suitable reward at the end, but, well…the Strigidae had a good headstart. He could indulge in his curiosity and suspicion just a little bit.

Iris Ascendis

Oh nooooooo.

Otis would've definitely liked to have a long talk about how that half-elf aging girl's Ethos worked. Alas.

Kurai Majokko

_@Emeth

The wind howled, envious of the impossible speeds in which Nonsuch propelled herself. Birds would weep in jealousy, and pilots would despise that incomprehensible mobility. Like any other girl, she could leap from rooftop to rooftop, but unlike any other girl, she could simply hurl herself through the air instead, repelled and attracted in sequence by her award-studded war hammer. And while Evil Eye may have slipped beneath Nonsuch’s gaze if she had chosen to remove her transformation and joined the highway as a regular motorist, the madcap driving that the magical girl employed could be spotted without much difficulty.

Few, after all, could drive into opposing traffic without eliciting a litany of honks. Fewer would do so while looking directly behind her to shout something out.

The rushing wind made it near-impossible to hear her though, of course, so as her momentum-fueled flight neared, Nonsuch simply flashed a smile in response and cupped a hand around one ear, the international symbol to indicate that Evil Eye ought to speak louder. And then, another repulsion, arrow-like. Nonsuch crashed into the pavement, a mere twenty meters behind Evil Eye. Exhaust fumes tickled her noise, dried out her skin, and the impact of the landing was something that shook her right into her thigh bones, but the paladin gave no thought to it as she swung her war hammer forwards, a magically-charged repulsion sending it right overhead Evil Eye.

It was mercy, perhaps, that it had not been aimed at the motorcycle itself.

But then, naturally, attraction. Nonsuch yanked forwards by the pull of her own weapon, a sunny sparkle in her golden eyes. Her hand outstretched, shooting forwards to grab Evil Eye.

She was going to make good on her threat.

Or perhaps she was simply going to crush Shatterscape’s doll first, before that magical girl got any second thoughts regarding her priorities.

Kurai Majokko

In case anyone was wondering, I'm mostly waiting on Shatterscape before I paste again.

Augmented Machine Mobile Armor: A Gundam and Armored Core-inspired Mecha RP

Will be eyeballing this for a bit. Sorta feel like making a Psykers character.

Iris Ascendis

Good thing no one has really gone full psycho-murder mode yet.

Though I guess Sifr's still up for bat.

Kurai Majokko

Masculine, chiselled?

That's not how I'd describe the hands of a certain time-travelling depressolord.