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

@geminironin @Vertigo Still planning on joining? I ask because somebody else wants to bring in a character.

Harold's Academy for the Magically Inclined

Sylvia Copeland

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Day 1 ◈ Time: Night ◈ Weather: Moderate Rain ◈Location: Harold's Academy, Main Ballroom ◈ Participants: Sylvia Copeland, Lhoren Ashdale @Silver Carrot, Kaspaan Mustaven @Deja, Arthur Everwood @Jumbus, Anastasia Arslan @Ti

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Giving Lhoren a grim nod, Sylvia watched her hurry towards Myrion's group. Lhoren's gift would be perfect for locating any trapped or injured students, although Sylvia could only hope the casualties were minimal. "Thanks, and best of luck to you too. You've got this," she reassured her fellow Ivar. "As for me, I'll be fine." The bravado couldn't quite mask the waver of uncertainty in her voice at that last part.

It was only a familiar soothing scent, wafting through the ballroom, that could ease her taut nerves and unclench her muscles. Normally, she couldn't help being a tad uncomfortable when it came to Fasha's emotional manipulation, but this was different. This was a matter of life or death. She flew towards Kaspaan and Arthur, fur spreading up her forearms as she steeled herself to help guard the other students.

Ana's voice rang out through the cacophony once more, the calm in the chaos, directing her allies. "Let's go," Sylvia called to Kasp and Arthur, motioning for them to surround the retreating students guided by Manny and Raffaella. As she turned back to Ana, both hearts kicked into overdrive at the sight before her. A Pupa, lunging at Ana, who fended it off with nothing but a chandelier as a makeshift weapon.

"Ana!" Sylvia darted towards her, only for a blur of movement to ambush from the side. She spun out of the way, narrowly evading the second Pupa's strike. All the combat techniques she'd practiced over the past year, and had been mentally going over, seemed to leave her head. Acting on instinct, she leapt to avoid a second lunge, twisted in the air and hurtled down. Her outstretched foot connected with the Pupa's head, knocking it prone.

Her counterattack didn't appear to slow it down any. With startling speed, it flipped over and grabbed her leg. Yelping at the sting of its needle-like finger digging into her skin, Sylvia flailed and thrashed against its grip. With all her beastlike strength, she caught its other arm before it could pierce her aeonheart, her claws leaving deep lacerations in its skin. They grappled, their movements as fluid yet brutal as two wild animals.

A burst of silver liquid sprayed Sylvia and splattered on the floor. With a bone-chilling screech, the Pupa stumbled back, letting go of her, pressing its hand to its eye. Metallic-toned blood streamed down its face. Fighting down a wave of nausea at the gore soaking her dress and dripping from her fingers, Sylvia kicked it in the chest with her good leg, knocking it off-balance once again. Wounded as it was, the creature refused to go down easily, springing up, swiping with those weaponised hands.

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

Kohaku wasn't the only one seeing the fairy. That much was clear from everyone else's reactions, save for Amber, who remained immersed in her work. Catching her breath enough to speak more than the odd spluttered word, Kohaku put her coffee cup down, particularly grateful for Shinobu's emotional support right now - if things got much weirder, she'd probably pass out. "What happened?" she asked, voice scratchy from coughing. "Who's in trouble?"

The fairy flew around the room in circles. "I don't know but whoever it is, this force, the Shroud got them and they're trapped in a pocket dimension and it's draining them and making a wraith outta the worst of their thoughts and feelings and if we don't act fast, it's gonna unleash it on everyone!" She waved her arms, the tips of her antennae glowing brighter and blinking like Christmas lights. "I sensed it in this very building! And you're the exact kinds of people who can save them!"

As the words poured out in a rush, Kohaku gave a bemused stare, thoughts whirling in her head faster than the fairy around the lounge. It was all rather much to take in, to say the least. She cast a glance at Shinobu, hoping the school counsellor would know how to calm the frantic fairy. "Ok, ok, first things first," she said, turning her attention back towards the tiny girl. "One, who are you? And two, how can we help?"

Alighting on the desk, the fairy took a deep breath. "My name's Lux, and I'm looking for people who can fight back against the Shroud! It's this entity of pure despair and malice, it got sealed away a long time ago, but it wakes up every once in a while. It kidnaps people into these dimensions, Cocoons, and brings out the literal worst in them in the form of monsters! Wraiths! I can't do much against them on my own, but you can, if you become magical girls!"

Kohaku sat there in silence. Magical girls. Had she heard that right? Was this even happening, or just some elaborate prank like Andrew suspected, involving a tiny, winged, ultra-lifelike robot the more tech oriented students had put together? According to Izumi, some of the students had a particular gift for programming. She could imagine them having a major laugh at the expense of everyone gathered here.

Tick-tock, went the wall clock behind her. Kohaku clenched her fists on the table. No matter how mind-bendingly bizarre the situation, if someone really was in danger, they couldn't just all sit here until it was too late. "Magical girls? You mean... Like in those children's shows?"

Yep, things certainly were getting weirder.

Kurai Majokko

Himea: Lectures Nyxia about caution

Also Himea: Attacks while underestimating the light girls

Kurai Majokko

@Ponn @KoL @FroggRFlowR @ERode @Villamvihar

With a sigh, Himea rolled her eyes at Nyxia. Yes, she got it. Power felt good. She knew that better than anyone. Yet that didn't mean this girl had to be a walking electrical hazard, or waste the night bickering when they could all be feasting on Miseria. The light girls were causing enough of an issue as it was.

At least this made for an opportunity.

"Keep them distracted," she whispered to Yayoi, before dismissing her knight in a swirl of black mist, and striding over to Nyxia. As she did, she discreetly formed another chess piece in her left hand and flicked it into a dark alleyway, where it slowly grew.

"More effective in terms of not taking out your teammates in the process," she replied. Good thing she hadn't had a pawn out, she thought. A stray lightning bolt could have prematurely detonated it and caught anyone nearby in the blast. "And, y'know, actually saving some for the rest of us. We may not be big on the whole selflessness thing, but we have some manners here."

By now, in the alleyway, another figure hovered. One with a cross for a head, and a robe that looked to be woven of shadow. Nearby Miseria hunched, shrinking in on themselves, murky mist streaming from them towards the Bishop chess piece. "After all," Himea continued, lowering her voice, "you really, really don't want to get in our leader's bad books. So watch as I do the opposite." She swept her sceptre in Rei's direction, or at least, that was what it looked like she was doing. In truth, the gesture commanded the bishop forth, a black and purple energy sphere forming in the centre of the cross.

"Now!" Breaking away from Nyxia and leaping to the bishop's side, Himea pointed her sceptre forward and willed her summon to unleash a beam of destructive magic, being careful to avoid Shatterscape. "Get the frog!" The blast crackled, shooting upwards. If it hit, that'd be the perfect cue for Shatterscape to make her move, then they'd be able to subdue the light girls and bring them to Rei.

Choosing the venue for a celebratory dinner certainly did sound appealing.

Kurai Majokko

Hey so Frog pointed out how very fitting this song is for the dark magical girls:

Kurai Majokko

@TheWendil @BrokenPromise @Ponn @KoL @CamiCat @FroggRFlowR @ERode

A figure entered the fray, cutting clean through a Miseria with one of the dual swords it wielded. Not a magical girl, nor even a living being - the streetlights revealed it to be a horse-headed construct, with a doll-like jointed torso and arms, clad in black armour. Its lower half was a cone, like that of a chess piece, hovering a short distance over the ground.

Above her knight, Himea leapt down from a rooftop, landing in a catlike crouch next to Yayoi. She stood up tall, holding out a gloved hand and absorbing the wispy remnants of the Miseria, while glaring over at Oros. As usual, the vampire-like magical girl couldn't keep her hands to herself, and was all over Rei this time. The shudder running through Himea wasn't just from the thrill of bolstering her power - possessive people with no regard for boundaries gave her the creeps, even if they were on the same side. "Down." She pointed her sceptre at Oros, then gestured with it at the ground, like a royal giving orders to a subject. "You heard Rei. She's not your feast tonight. They are." She swept her sceptre towards the Miseria gathering in the shadows. The Miseria which, one by one, exploded in splatters of goo as the psychotic new girl struck them with bolts of neon lightning, before unleashing a verbal assault as vicious as her physical one.

Putting her free hand on her hip, Himea kept her expression neutral, coolly eyeing the foul-mouthed Nyxia. "Now now, I know the hunt is exciting and all, but you'll want to keep a level head about it. Tactics are just as important as strength." She gestured to Yayoi. "Take Mercurial's example. She knows a thing or two about finesse."

A worse annoyance than Nyxia, however, was rapidly approaching. Himea felt it before she saw any signs, an aura of sickening warmth and positivity, like too-bright sunlight peeking out from behind clouds. The next moment, a fiery pink streak sailed through the sky, narrowly missing Rei as it hit the street lamp in a burst of flame. With a huff, Himea beckoned the knight to her side, giving the newcomers a condescending stare. A pink-haired girl with wings, and... Two girls on the back of a giant slimy toad? One of whom wielded a massive hammer and had gore smeared on her clothes? Himea wrinkled her nose. And she'd thought Nyxia unrefined.

"Just what do you think you're doing," she demanded, tilting her head, "interrupting a banquet fit for a queen?"

Kurai Majokko

Apologies for the delay, finally writing up my post.

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

@FroggRFlowR I know exactly which RP you're referring to! There could've been some mild Shroud activity in another city a few decades back - or who's to say this is the only kind of magic? Anyway, accepted!

Chronicles of the Six: Magic’s Awakening: A Magical Boy RP.

@Crimson Flame

Night was falling, staining the clouds dusky purple and bringing in the tide. Kieran usually liked the night - he'd never been a morning person, and the subdued atmosphere of the dark hours brought a sense of peace. Now, however, it was with a heaviness in his heart that he helped set up the tent, knowing that the evening signalled the end of the last day he and his friends might spend togther. Sure, they'd be able to keep in touch online, but it wouldn't be the same as days out like this. Which meant they'd have to make the most of it.

"Seeya!" He waved to Niles, Ciel and Deuel as they headed off along the darkening beach in search of driftwood. Putting his Cruxshadows T-shirt back on and traipsing around the tent to make sure it was secure, while totally not searching for Niles' stash of energy drinks in the process, he gave Conner an impish grin. "You know, according to some folk stories, shooting stars are the souls of the deceased, returning to Earth to cause all sorts of chaos." He leaned in, his Cheshire cat smile growing, and lowered his voice for dramatic effect. "So we'll want to watch our backs tonight. Who knows when and where they'll strike." Oh, he was going to have a field day with pranks later, annoying the hell out of everyone else and blaming it on imaginary spooks.

Conner at least would find it funny, that much was guaranteed. He'd miss all the other five, but especially Conner, the one who'd given him the confidence to be who he was today. He'd miss the weekends spent bonding over comic books and video games. The terrible movies they sometimes watched just to make fun of. The summer days Conner had tried to teach him how to surf, failing spectacularly - athletics were far from Kieran's forte. Of course, seeing Conner in beach wear made it all worthwhile. Looking at him now, Kieran felt his cheeks warm, hoping Conner wouldn't notice in the dark, stomach fluttering as he wondered whether to say what had been nagging at his mind for a good while. They were alone. It was the perfect opportunity. The only opportunity.

If he did, would it end this last day on a sour note, and put a damper on it for everyone else? While Conner made no secret of being that way inclined, that didn't guarantee he'd return his affections. But if he said nothing, would he spend the rest of his life regretting it?

He pushed away the thought. A friendship like theirs wasn't one to jeopardise. "By the way," he said instead, "You didn't happen to see where Niles hid the Red Bull, did you?"