LuckyBlackCat

Kurai Majokko

Assuming work doesn't kick my rear end, I'll have a post up later today.

Shadow Contract: A Demon-Slaying Action RP

@RolePlayerRoxas @Emeth

Kaida smiled over at Rika, back after finishing the report, claiming she was free. "Hey again." The newcomer still seemed a little nervous, scratching her chin, revealing a large, jagged scar that ran across her hand. Scars and disfigurements, being fairly common among demon hunters, didn't freak Kaida out, but she hoped it didn't hurt. Still, she wouldn't comment, given Rika's obvious self-consciousness as she hastily shoved her hand into her pocket.

"You could always cheer up Nyoko here." Kaida nodded over to the cat, who'd returned to Kaeru's arms to enjoy a cuddle. "A certain someone refused to pet her." She gave that certain someone a mock accusing look. Emi sat slumped at the desk with an uncharacteristic blank stare, as if realising the chance she'd missed, before snapping back to reality and lecturing Kaeru about paperwork.

"Aw, but we're only just back. It's important to unwind after a tough mission," Kaida reminded her. Yes, paperwork was important, but did they have to do it right away after barely escaping a burning building? "I think Nyoko wrote up half your report anyway." She gestured to the jumble of letters and numbers on the screen, courtesy of the cat's earlier rolling around on the keyboard.

Kurai Majokko

@KoL Argh tough call! I like both... But tbh now I have it in my head as "Royal Navy". Makes them sound like a force to be reckoned with.

Kurai Majokko

@KoL Ok, I've made my final choice: Mercurial. One, it'd make sense for the exact reasons Emeth said. Two, it'd be a fun dynamic OOC as well as IC because in the last version of this RP, I was the one playing a stage magician themed magical girl.

Hmm what should their team name be?

Kurai Majokko

Think of your average Cure Whatever when it comes to average physicality.

@KoL

So they can punch Miseria across the street?

As for teams, now I'm torn between Mercurial, Acid Drop and Oros. Decisions, decisions...

Kurai Majokko

Kriegspiel
My GM from another RP. I think the player fascinates me more than the character combo. It's not horrible, it's just not as spectacular as some of the other ones. But I could see Oros's need for acceptance making her easy for Kriegspiel to manipulate, even if she'd have to stay on her toes to keep Oros in check. There's also some interesting synergy with the pawns where they could explode, causing Oros to bleed and become stronger.

@BrokenPromise

Actually when you put it like that, I can see it working, as long as Kriegspiel feels she's the one in control. She'd make it clear she wouldn't stand for boundary overstepping, so Oros might tone it down around her just to be accepted. Who knows, they might even have romantic chemistry of the domme/sub type.

Kurai Majokko

@The World Would you be ok with Kriegspiel and Acid Drop teaming up? For all their differences, they're both manipulative, so they'd make a great evil duo.

If not, I can see Kriegspiel teaming up with anyone besides Oros (given her past, she'd be uncomfortable around possessive people who didn't respect her boundaries).

The Secret Lives Of Schoolteachers - A Magical Girl Mix-up RP

Ayame High. To some, especially mere weeks into the start of the school year, it represented a dull duty. To others, it symbolised hope for a promising future. To many more, it was an endless source of stress.

Especially to Watanabe Taro as he headed into the grounds. He kept his head high, shoulders back, as any good class representative should do. Still, his responsibilities weighed on him. Class rep. He'd just stepped into shoes that could prove far too big for him. His classmates had backed him up, but the slightest of mistakes would let them down. Thoughts of organising club activities, reporting any and all problems to staff, being an ideal role model with stellar grades, all clamored for attention in his head - and over them, his father's words echoed.

"You'd better damn well hold on to the title. And keep it next year. I'd expect nothing less, so don't you dare disappoint me."

His stomach flipped over and over. His breathing sped up. No, no, he couldn't have a panic attack here, now, he chided himself. Curling his hands into fists, trying to stop their shaking, he rushed inside and leaned against the lockers. Forcing several deep breaths into his lungs, he willed himself to calm down. If just the thought of being class rep freaked him out so much, how on earth was he supposed to actually be one?

It was no use. The walls seemed to close in on him. He gasped as he realised there was no "seemed" about it - something actually was closing in on him, his surroundings blurring and falling away as shadows wrapped around him. He opened his mouth to cry out, but his throat wouldn't cooperate, his body turning slack, his consciousness fogging over...

Where he'd stood a few seconds ago, now there was only empty space.

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Flitting by the shrubbery, a small, winged figure froze in horror. Her antennae perked up as she stared with a shiver in the building's direction. She hadn't seen the occurrence within its walls, but that aura of bleakness emanating from it could only mean one thing. The Shroud had claimed a victim.

Lux darted around, nearly letting the glamour that prevented humans from noticing her slip as she scanned the schoolyard. She needed recruits, and fast - but with so many people in one space, appearing to anyone and explaining the situation would cause a massive stir. And the Shroud would surely take advantage of the mass panic. She sped through the air, eyes flicking this way and that for a suitable group, until one in particular caught her attention.

Through a partially open window, she spotted the gathering of women. Several of them, reasonably close-knit judging by the way they conversed. The perfect candidates for Caelia's blessing - or so they looked. A feeling nagged in the back of her mind that she'd gotten something wrong, but there was no time to think, or be picky. She zoomed towards the window - only to miss the gap in her haste, and crash right into it.

"Oww!" Her glamour dissipated as she slid down the glass and dropped onto the ledge. Shaking off the dizziness and rubbing her head, she crawled through the gap and fluttered into the room. "Heyyyy, you've gotta help!" Her squeaky voice cut throuh the stunned silence. "Someone's in trouble!"

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It was going to be another of those days, Kohaku thought as she trudged into the school grounds. Or, more likely, another of those weeks. The ones that seemed to replay themselves, as predictable as if time were stuck on loop.

Her skirt dripped brackish water. Just her luck that as she'd tried to take a moment to enjoy nature after parking outside the school, photographing the cherry blossoms lining the street, someone had driven through a puddle and splattered her. Ah well, it was what she got for trying to be anything other than a cog in a machine, repeating the same daily tasks like clockwork. Her shoes squelched against the paving as she hurried to the building, past the crowds of students. Once, she'd taken solace in the thought that she was giving them bright futures, but she knew from experience that such wasn't guaranteed. For all their dreams, and for all her encouragements to pursue them, most of them would end up overworked and underpaid slaves of the system.

After cleaning herself up the best she could in the staff bathroom, she headed into the room where several of her colleagues already sat, preparing for the day ahead. Grunting a quick "Morning" and hoping nobody would comment on her less than presentable state, she shuffled to the coffee machine, took a cup, and pressed the button for a white Americano. The machine whirred and clunked, pouring her half a cup before the rest leaked out of its side, all over the counter.

Kohaku grimaced. "Wouldn't be a Monday without everything going wrong," she mumbled, grabbing several napkins to mop up the mess, while wondering if Andrew knew how to fix coffee machines. She plodded over to the others and slumped into a chair, sipping what little beverage she had.

A thud and a squeal caught her attention. Looking up, she spluttered her mouthful of coffee everywhere. Ok, either this was an exhaustion-fuelled hallucination, or she'd finally lost it. "What...?" she managed to gasp in between coughs, eyes wide as she took in the sight. A six inch tall, winged, childlike being flying in, pleading for their help.

Well, this really was shaping up to be an eventful day, albeit far from the kind that Kohaku was used to.

Kurai Majokko

Given that we are supposed to work in teams, I was thinking that Shatterscape would go well together either with Kriegspiel or Evil Eye. She could protect Kriegspiel while she summons her minions and protect her, allowing Homes to use the pieces exactly as she wished. As for Kiyo, frankly, their powers are made for each other - Kiyo observes the battlefield from above and Shatterscape keeps on switching bodies, diving into shadows and unexpected angles.

What do you guys think? @Emeth @LuckyBlackCat

@Villamvihar

Yep I'd be cool with that! Kriegspiel needs someone to guard her while she's summoning, and while she's spying with a rook.

Geonet: Battle for the Megacity

"We don't have all day, you know."

Cosima bristled, mechanical fingers tightening around the bone saw as she leaned over the table, continuing her dissection of the corpse. If not for her cognitive enhancer allowing her to maintain focus, she'd probably have made a mess of the autopsy by now thanks to the cops' nagging. It was rather as if they wanted her to rush it. Funny, that.

"He does," she replied with a shrug, gesturing to the body. "I'll bet this screwed up any plans he had for today." She kept her eyes zoomed in on the exposed tissue, noting every detail while she worked at it, but could hear the drawn-out huff of the officer standing over her.

"Dr Driscoll, a case like this isn't a usual occurrence," the man continued, the irritation in his voice barely concealed. "We need answers, and we need them fast."

It certainly wasn't. Murder was, but not under these circumstances. Even so, the cop's words did nothing to ease Cosima's suspicion. "Well, one thing's clear." With a pair of forceps, she held up the large bullet she'd just extracted. "That's quite some excessive force for taking out one Sk8te kid. Overkill in the literal sense."

The officer grumbled as Cosima dropped the bullet into a small plastic bag he held out. "Finally. We'll figure out what we can from here."

She knew full well they wouldn't. The justice system in Megacity-01 was about as useful as a solar powered flashlight. Every gang conflict, every theft, every unsolved murder, every other daily criminal occurrence made that much obvious. And yet in med school, they preach at you to preserve human nature at all costs, she thought. "Glad I could be of help," she replied, concealing her distrust behind a mask of courtesy, before resuming her search for further clues.

---

Well, that had been a less than pleasant start to the morning. Once Cosima had cleaned up and bade the police goodbye as they left with the body, she returned to her office, its polished surfaces and pristine order in stark contrast with the chaos that routinely broke out in the outside world.

Why would anyone have it in for a Sk8te kid this badly, she wondered, sitting at her desk. For all their reputation as an annoyance, Sk8te were far from a major threat. And what had he been doing in a heavily policed area? The logic didn't add up, and all she could conclude was the grim likelihood that greater trouble was brewing. It took a lot to unsettle her these days, but her eyebrows creased in the slightest of frowns as she tapped the back of her left wrist, searching Geo for more news while she waited for clients.