ERode

Kurai Majokko

This is some popcorn-worthy shit. Don't need to watch Oppenheimer when I can just continue to read Neonshaker on the drip feed.

Iris Ascendis

Presumably all the 90 year olds are still 90 year olds.

Her work is not yet done.

Iris Ascendis

Iris Ascendis

As the last of the bolts landed, Chloe tumbled to the floor of the bridge, conscious but clearly too wounded to move very far.

Y'know, this is totally the place where she gets stampeded to death by everyone running over her to get down the bridge.

Kurai Majokko

@VillamviharAt this point, they’re positionally close to the mountain, at least a handful of kilometres away from the Frog Showdown. The two of them are 300 meters up in the air, sitting on opposite ends of a suspended war hammer, ye.

Kurai Majokko

Something something new Nonsuch track dropped.

Kurai Majokko

_@Emeth

“It’s as good as it always is,” was Nonsuch’s own response, her eyes narrowing into slits.

Curiosity was good, even though it was clear to the both of them now just what it meant for anyone to meet the mesmerizing gaze of the dark magical girl, and what it meant for the paladin to do so. There was no reason to look away, no reason not to exchange dialogue in this rare, rare opportunity. She extended her fist instead, that fist of broken fingers.

“Does this look like something I’m going to shake your hand with?”

If one remained in Hibusa Town as a light magical girl, one couldn’t expect defeat to equal friendship. Kinder girls had been taken advantage of and broken because of their naivety. It was a precious thing for Nonsuch to view at a distance. It was a fine thing to pick up the pieces and offer them a space to vent before sending them off on their way, never to turn their gaze back on the playground that the Detention Club had constructed.

“And as for the question you’re spending your life on…”

Evil Eye reached up, hands settling on her shoulders, a cold grasp made clammy by the stress of escape. Nonsuch placed her unbroken hand against the small of her back. Pushing her in closer. Gripping the black-white patterned kimono tightly. Eye contact broken, her lips close enough to her quarry’s left ear that she was on the edge of biting down and tearing off.

“Ḯ̸̦s̵̛̖ ̸̖̈́t̷̞̃h̸̥͊ä̷̱́t̵̩͂ ̶̭͐w̵̬͝h̵̛͙a̴̝͝t̴̹͗ ̸͈̃ï̴̳t̸̲̚ ̸͈̇l̴̠͋ŏ̵̼o̸̺͘k̷͍̚ș̷̓ ̸̪̌l̷͓̕i̶̡̎k̶͚͐e̴͔̎ ̸̬͌ț̸̓o̸̘͂ ̸̞̏y̶̙̓ő̶̧u̸͚̚?̶̙̄”

The war hammer returned, then repelled, shooting skywards. It was repulsed by her, and she was attracted to it, and that paradox of pursuit sent both magical girls up and up and up and up. Beyond the corona of streetlights, they became specks in the night sky, the wind so much more willing to dance in open space around them. And, at a height of three hundred meters, they stopped, Nonsuch pulling Evil Eye up to sit on the hammerhead while she balanced upon the haft herself.

“But that’s that and this is this. I’ve just wanted to chat you up, y’know? Considering how communication between us has been pretty one-way up until now.” Her smile was beaming once more. Her smile had been beaming all this time. She had no contradictions. “If I were to be honest though? I was really betting on Shatterscape coming after you immediately, considering how obvious my intentions were. So color me surprised when they didn’t!”

Her hand reached out, brushing away sticky strands of hair off her temple and smoothing it against her skull. Perhaps, uncharacteristically, there was a glimmer of mischief in her gaze then.

“Crazier still that no one else came to intercept me too. It’s like, woah, am I not being taken seriously, or are you not considered all that important? So I figured, and I’ll need you to collab with me here, but, well…do you wanna prank ‘em, Evil Eye?”

Shatterscape was immortal, Earthshaker was as thick-skulled as a Neanderthal, and the rest of the Club were all more slippery than brawl-y. There was only one way that Nonsuch could really get to them. Or maybe this was her own way of making sure the Club tried just a bit harder to be a club.

“Go fake your death with your Mogalls. If you catch what I'm putting down.”

Iris Ascendis

Hesitation is defeat.

Iraleth will turn into a 90 year old by the next post.

Expedition to Isekai

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//Day 1 | Location: Nameless Forest - Lakeside
_{@AThousandCurses@baraquiel@Nakushita@Yankee@Vertigo}
If nothing else, it was a good thing that Shun and Asahi were both superhumanly strong. Even as Sasuke struggled, struggled against whatever reaction he had to the golden blood, his wrists and ankles were held firmly down, enough so that all he could do was tear his own muscles in a subconscious attempt to be free. Ayana was lost in thought, the others were similarly paralyzed by how off-the-rails everything had become in that moment. Duncan backed away, realizing his mistake but having no ability to undo it, convinced that if he tried to help again, something else would go horribly wrong.

And Asahi, threads connected?

He could see it.

There was no forge, only flame. What had been fuel for Awakened had become conflagration for the mundane, demanding more from the body than what it could handle. All processes had exceeded human limitations in that moment, the flesh unable to contend with the overflow, the brain unable to comprehend all that it had suddenly obtained.

But Asahi did. That flame was what Sasuke had been missing on the first go. That flame was what needed to be directed in this second go. An ability was transferred, routes established to guide the foreign energy, and immediately, a difference could be seen. Shun could feel the struggling cease. Masato could see the fever break. Ayana could hear flesh mend, bones knit.

The combination had born fruit and, rotten blood purged from his body by the previous expulsion and convulsions, Sasuke healed right before their eyes, at the same pace that Duncan had almost miraculously recovered from his own injury.

“So that’s it.”

Hiroshi broke the silence. He had not turned away from this either, the glint of a scholar’s obsession in his eyes. As it all stabilized, as Sasuke’s ragged breathing gradually turned into the soft sighs of an exhausted sleep, he turned his gaze towards Ayana.

“You can drop the rock now.”

Iris Ascendis

Bishop? More like bitch, shut up. *cremates psycho-ager elf*