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Progressive Arcanum

Progressive Arcanum

Oh boy, endless wheels of premonitions O_O I expect at least ten posts of "I know you know, but did you know I knew you knew when you knew I knew what I know now?" *brain explodes*

God is in his heaven. (An Evangelion RP).

If you do that, I DEMAND a link to a different version of "fly me to the moon" every time an episode ends.

Also: I didn't expect to play Cecilia as such a child. It just feels right with the character I'm creating; an actual intellectual child who views piloting as being completely normal because she was immersed in it so young. If it gets on people's NERVs (ha.... ha.... I couldn't resist) I'll tone it down.

God is in his heaven. (An Evangelion RP).

As the tan girl wriggled out of the tiny-yet-mighty hug, Cecilia's eyes widened and she realized what she was doing. This was not being a "good girl". She took a step back and straightened herself up. Her friend-prey had a familiar accent. Then again, "foreign" was a foreign word for Sisi, since the branch she grew up in was so culturaly diverse.

"Oh, I'm so sorry... I forgot my manners... Things are... just so weird, you know? And you looked nicer than Asuka, and you're the only girl that isn't grown up that I've seen since her...."

She closed her eyes and looked down for a second to calm herself. She was getting over excited. No matter how regimented she had learned to be, the truth remained; she was an infant. Sisi looked back up after a split second of calming herself and stretched out a hand.

"I'm Cecilia. I'm Canadian. You sound Indian. I had some Indian friends when I was in kindergarten."

Oh the tact... The tact she lacked. She was desperate though. Cecilia couldn't bare to be lonely for too long. Though they were many in the room, the silence and awkwardness made it feel that much worse. She rummaged through her thoughts to find something they might have in common. Being from opposite sides of the globe made weather a lowsy choice of subject... Boys? No she didn't like them more than crushes yet, and if the tan girl liked the same one she did they would just fight. She had already mentioned her Indian friends... AH HA!

"You're a pilot too then? What's your name? How long have you been a pilot? I've been doing it since I was eight and I'm eleven and a half now!"

Three and a half years of experience. She clasped her mouth with both hands after the words had escaped. That was the sentence that had set Asuka on a rampage in Germany. She remembered the mean things the red head had said and how they could never be friends because of it... She feared the potential sisterhood with the tan girl was prematurely ruined in the same fashion. Despite her trying to hold it in, her eyes began to water.

God is in his heaven. (An Evangelion RP).

Sooo... I just realized three of us posted more or less at the same time. My post may have the wrong number of people in the room when Cecilia walked in.

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Hence the "if". But I mean come on.. there HAS to be a limit or a weak spot somewhere, lest this turn into Yu-Gi-Oh and we spend pages of posts on flashbacks and "I KNEW YOU WERE GOING TO TRY THAT BWAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH *cough cough hack*"

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Almost forgot... We shall call it the official Progressive Arcanum mind slave dance!


Oh no... It's stuck in my head... Bubblegum Dance and internship reports don't mix >_<

Progressive Arcanum

Definitely a good point. That being said, if you can have a monk get close enough, the Syker dies from one hit.

Hmmm. The more we talk about it, the more I wish I had created a shaman character hahaha. Though I'm not disappointed in my character's abilities either.

God is in his heaven. (An Evangelion RP).

I think an episode format would be interesting.

POSTED! I'm trying to mix in cutie-cutie-eleven year old with "raised on an obscure military base"... Anywho.

God is in his heaven. (An Evangelion RP).

It was a long commute. It felt like she had been in planes, trains, boats, cars and even a certain part by foot for days. It was an accurate account for the journey, sadly. « Has NERV gone so far downhill or am I simply not important enough? » she thought. The officers chaperoning her excused the grumpiness, as it was quite rare for the girl to even be in a bad mood. Growing up in a NERV base afforded Cecilia a certain familiarity with the organisation, as if « NERV » itself were a big brother of sorts to her. It did fulfill many of an older sibling's duties : shelter, food, warmth, safety, pushiness, stubbornness, it got all the attention from the parents... Ah... Mom and dad... They hadn't been around much since she had began piloting, some three and a half years ago. Her father was always beaming and proud in the brief moments they spent together during the years, but her mother barely spoke, and then barely showed up. Mr Simoneau always reassured his daughter : « Mommy's just so sad... She misses you terribly and seeing you again overwhelms her. » She didn't believe it. Cecilia had the makings and demeanor of a naive child, but by no means was she one.

« What do you think of our complex, Sisi? Does it look like home? »

« Kind of, but with more escalators and travelators... You guys don't like to walk much do you? »

They both giggled. Being so young, Cecilia had the luxury of everyone being nice to her. She understood much of it was forced, but appreciated it. She had stopped for a bit in Germany to meet Asuka, the pilot of Eva 02... and hated it. It was nice to meet another pilot, but that red head was quite the number. Everyone seemed almost afraid of her or constantly mad. Not that it surprised Cecilia. Asuka had evidently never been taught to be a « good girl ». Sisi had. She was proud to be one.

« Here we are! I'm sorry if it gets a little boring, but you have to wait here a little bit, ok? See you soon Sisi! »

The shut abruptly, and she was alone in a room with strangers. Mommy and daddy wouldn't like it. Why hadn't they come along? It was so unfair that they needed to stay at the Canadian branch when she got the all-expenses paid trip to Tokyo-3. Cecilia scanned the room. A pale guy... A cute guy! And... and... AND! A GIRL! She couldn't help it, getting excited when around other girls. Every meeting was like the opportunity to fill in for her sister. Sisi would never openly admit it, but she couldn't one hundred percent fill the void Alice's death created. You're always a twin, whether together or not. Cecilia endured the heavy silence for a few minutes. She leaned against the wall, went to sit down, blushed as she looked at the cute one... looked away! The tension almost made her sick. When it became absolutely unbearable, she ran up to the rather tan girl and hugged her.

« Hi! I'm Cecilia Simoneau! Can we be friends? »

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I viewed Monks in this RP as DBZ characters. "OMG! THEY'RE POWER LEVEL IS OVER 9000!" I don't see why a well trained monk wouldn't be able to use a "Kamehameha"ish beam... or perhaps more interesting, a "Gentle Touch"ish fighting style.

I loosely linked the magic types here to another spiritual system and I think it clarified the concept. Xi is matter, clay, shapeless energy full of potential. Sakra is form, intent, abstract energy that gives shape to Xi. Karma is nature/essence, it imbues the resulting shaped matter with identity, being the difference between an energy ball, ice ball, fire ball, etc...

So. If Monks control only Xi, they are limited to shapeless energy. Body enhancing is easy because the shape is their being, which is so concrete they don't have to imagine it. I mean, even with your eyes closed, you know where your arm is. They can, at higher proficiencies, project the energy outward, in the aforementioned Kamehameha"ish style, because it's a vector starting from the body. They couldn't, however, use things like a Destructo Disk, because it requires a good deal of shaping and even a tiny bit of nature.

So, all in all, Magistrava have to think about what they're doing, and Sepcarim don't. Sepcarim USE magic, Magistrava WEAVE spells.

I hope my thinking is accurate. Oh... and I made a naughty naughty typo when writing Destructo Disk. Hehehhehehehhe...