As for me, I'm just going to wait for more people to post.
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Frederica Bernhardt
Danzig, Alleyways.
She had enough rest.
Witches never sleep, but she, being human and all, needs to. That was why she needed to patrol as soon as she could, sleepy as she was. A quick battle with one would wake her up quickly. That was why she was here, in the city itself, patrolling and avoiding as many people as she could.
Her eyepatch was reacting to something, a trail of what seemed to be a witch's energy. Witches did not usually wander around the place; they were the type to set up a labyrinth at some sort of location, and then lure victims in. Not unless the witch was one of significant energy, in which case half the city would be destroyed, and familiars would be running amok everywhere. What she was detecting MAY be a Witch, but it was most likely a familiar, running about doing whatever it wants.
Frederica traversed the rooftops as discreetly as she could, avoiding human eyes, wearing only her Magical Girl outfit. She sported none of her armaments, though she was ready to materialize them as soon as battle started. There were others, like her, who had their FATE, their DESTINY changed, perhaps arguing over territory, as they often would, but that was hardly of any concern of hers.
She was here, to stop SUFFERING from spreading.
Bypassing the argument and the girls, Frederica simply jumped into the world that was the familiar's labyrinth. There was no flair, no flaunting, no special flourishes as she materialized her armaments, just her bracing herself and just one word.
"Fire."
The twin turrets mounted on her back roared, firing explosive shells into the small labyrinth. Again and again, she bombarded the place until the labyrinth started to shimmer, signalling either the demise of the familiar, or its escape. Both outcomes were equally desirable. Should it be destroyed, then that was that, but should it escape, it may try escaping back to the witch that spawned it.
Danzig, Alleyways.
She had enough rest.
Witches never sleep, but she, being human and all, needs to. That was why she needed to patrol as soon as she could, sleepy as she was. A quick battle with one would wake her up quickly. That was why she was here, in the city itself, patrolling and avoiding as many people as she could.
Her eyepatch was reacting to something, a trail of what seemed to be a witch's energy. Witches did not usually wander around the place; they were the type to set up a labyrinth at some sort of location, and then lure victims in. Not unless the witch was one of significant energy, in which case half the city would be destroyed, and familiars would be running amok everywhere. What she was detecting MAY be a Witch, but it was most likely a familiar, running about doing whatever it wants.
Frederica traversed the rooftops as discreetly as she could, avoiding human eyes, wearing only her Magical Girl outfit. She sported none of her armaments, though she was ready to materialize them as soon as battle started. There were others, like her, who had their FATE, their DESTINY changed, perhaps arguing over territory, as they often would, but that was hardly of any concern of hers.
She was here, to stop SUFFERING from spreading.
Bypassing the argument and the girls, Frederica simply jumped into the world that was the familiar's labyrinth. There was no flair, no flaunting, no special flourishes as she materialized her armaments, just her bracing herself and just one word.
"Fire."
The twin turrets mounted on her back roared, firing explosive shells into the small labyrinth. Again and again, she bombarded the place until the labyrinth started to shimmer, signalling either the demise of the familiar, or its escape. Both outcomes were equally desirable. Should it be destroyed, then that was that, but should it escape, it may try escaping back to the witch that spawned it.
Oh? I missed quite a few posts I see. Are we to have new magical girls joining?
If you're picking that one, then I'll look forwards to see what sort of magical girl she would be.
Im just going to establish my character's presence, since the witch hunt has quite a few people on it already. Perhaps I will try to come across and interact with whoever else is left, should there be any.
Frederica Bernhardt
Danzig, Abandoned Housing.
She had finally arrived at another city.
She had been walking around aimlessly for quite a while now, unsure of where to go. Forests and roads don't often have witches on them, so she had been using her powers sparingly, trying to keep her Soul Gem as shiny as possible. It would be hard to hunt witches if she ran out of magic after all, and the only way to get more was by actually defeating a witch, and claiming a Grief Seed.
Frederica Bernhardt wrapped the oversized hooded coat around her tightly, aware of how she looked like; a dirty homeless girl in an oversized frayed hooded coat, wearing mismatched shoes and nothing else beside those. Being someone that wanders from place to place didn't really give her much options in terms of fashion after all. At least she had a relatively intact backpack, though most would frown at the rather worn appearance. Not that there was really anyone here in this dump that barely resembled a broken down house.
Following the death of her friend, and her gaining the power of a Magical Girl, she had simply left her country without so much as a word, evading the police, evading any and all that might link her back to her family, anything that might shake her resolve. She had lived the life of a tramp since then, moving from place to place, sometimes going hungry for a few days, but all that didn't bother her much anymore.
This was her calling, her destiny, her FATE.
Why else would she be granted this power? With every witch she destroyed, the magical girls would be closer to salvation, closer to living their life peacefully, closer to happiness. With every witch destroyed, less magical girls will have to fight, less will have to suffer, less will have to DIE. For that alone, she would be willing to suffer, willing to take on their pain, or their death, should it come to that.
Only when all the witches had disappeared, then she could rest. Perhaps even return to her family, and tell them of her deed. Perhaps. It was very unlikely for them to actually believe her stories after all.
Frederica would have dearly liked to go out and hunt witches right then and there, but after all that walking and searching for a relatively quiet place, she would rather rest. Rest until the night comes,where she didn't have to worry much about normal people being caught in her fights.
With that, she huddled in one corner, hugging her backpack as she closed her eyes, awaiting the night.
Awaiting her FATE.
Danzig, Abandoned Housing.
She had finally arrived at another city.
She had been walking around aimlessly for quite a while now, unsure of where to go. Forests and roads don't often have witches on them, so she had been using her powers sparingly, trying to keep her Soul Gem as shiny as possible. It would be hard to hunt witches if she ran out of magic after all, and the only way to get more was by actually defeating a witch, and claiming a Grief Seed.
Frederica Bernhardt wrapped the oversized hooded coat around her tightly, aware of how she looked like; a dirty homeless girl in an oversized frayed hooded coat, wearing mismatched shoes and nothing else beside those. Being someone that wanders from place to place didn't really give her much options in terms of fashion after all. At least she had a relatively intact backpack, though most would frown at the rather worn appearance. Not that there was really anyone here in this dump that barely resembled a broken down house.
Following the death of her friend, and her gaining the power of a Magical Girl, she had simply left her country without so much as a word, evading the police, evading any and all that might link her back to her family, anything that might shake her resolve. She had lived the life of a tramp since then, moving from place to place, sometimes going hungry for a few days, but all that didn't bother her much anymore.
This was her calling, her destiny, her FATE.
Why else would she be granted this power? With every witch she destroyed, the magical girls would be closer to salvation, closer to living their life peacefully, closer to happiness. With every witch destroyed, less magical girls will have to fight, less will have to suffer, less will have to DIE. For that alone, she would be willing to suffer, willing to take on their pain, or their death, should it come to that.
Only when all the witches had disappeared, then she could rest. Perhaps even return to her family, and tell them of her deed. Perhaps. It was very unlikely for them to actually believe her stories after all.
Frederica would have dearly liked to go out and hunt witches right then and there, but after all that walking and searching for a relatively quiet place, she would rather rest. Rest until the night comes,where she didn't have to worry much about normal people being caught in her fights.
With that, she huddled in one corner, hugging her backpack as she closed her eyes, awaiting the night.
Awaiting her FATE.
Well, starting on that post now.
Post, i think. Im waiting for people to actually post before I do stuff.
It will answer if asked. QB will answer if it is asked. Its just that it may not give the whole answer or leave out some information about certain things.
Having prior knowledge of other magical girls in the area could be done, even if they havent met before i think. One can simply ask QB after all.
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