MayLien

A New Magical girls RP, anybody?

Well, I was in another RP that involved the Magical Girl Raising Project. It eventually met its eventual end for being inactive. I had a male character turn into a magical girl. I probably want to do another Mahou Shoujo RP. I have a slight interest depending on the plot. I prefer the whole urban settings of the genre rather than fantastical settings with knights and dragons.

@IceHeart

I've actually watched Go! Princess Precure in its entirety. It's too bad that you skipped it. I've quite enjoyed that season. It had a rather complex story for kids regarding dreams, as in following your dreams to do whatever you are passionate about. The enemies in that story was literally despair (a common theme). But, how despair was used in this series was to target students or people with big aspirations in life and locking them away in a cage. They would feel like "It's too hard to follow your dreams, so why bother?" type of mindset. It teaches kids (little girls) that even if you have the biggest dream you want to pursue, it's always met with some sort of hardship or despair to obtain it. The final battle of the series basically sums up the whole series nicely, I believe. It was a powerful moment.

You have to keep working at it, success or failure. I'm sure we all been through that.

I digress though. It's one of my favorite series.

𝕲𝖗𝖎𝖒 𝕽𝖊𝖆𝖕𝖊𝖗'𝖘 𝕲𝖆𝖒𝖇𝖎𝖙

Lotus Engel & Henneth RosenKroft

(Collaboration with @CrazyShadowy)

12:10 PM – The Arrival Point.

“The girl speaks in a trembling tone.” Lotus jotted down in her notes. Her eyes were still fixed on the notes while her pen danced on the paper. “She gave a generic reply to my greeting. I'm figuring she wanted to ask me about my day as well to return the favor. Then with an abrupt roar, her stomach desired some sustenance. The girl seemed to be in a mental state of turmoil judging from her body language and a slight lag in her reply. I can't seem to detect any reason why she would be so nervous. Perhaps she's had some sort of trauma in the past that would make her fidget like this. She fled, assuming she was embarrassed about her needy stomach. She's like a mouse hunting down a piece of cheese.”

Lotus giggled as she lifted her pen after planting her last period on her though. She turned the page to start on another thought. Again, she just jot down whatever comes to mind. It didn't matter if the words were used correctly or syntax was out of whack or grammar is misspelled or making up new words that didn't mean a thing. That was the power of her imagination.

Over an hour later, a strange man decided to park his toosh on the bench. She turned another page and began as she using her peripheral vision to scan him.

“A rather well dressed man parked himself on the bench beside me. At first glance, he looks like a rich guy simply sipping tea next to me. He seems to be in deep thought as he took that sip of tea. What could he be thinking? A moment later, he silence breaks and offered his greeting to me...in German

“Guten tag fruend! Ich heisse Henneth.”

Lotus wasn't fluent in the German language. However, she was able to make out that simple greeting of “Guten tag fruend.” The other thing he said, not so much. Still, she quickly jot down in her notes the best she could on the German language and what he said. She replied back with a greeting of her own. However, she decides to playfully use her native tongue to repay him with a foreign greeting.

“Konnichiwa! Watashi no namae wa Rotus desu. Ogenkidesuka?” She turned and smiled at the man. She was having her little fun and was curious to get whatever reaction to get from him. Whatever happens is translated on ink on her paper.

"Ich verstand nicht, könnten Sie das wiederholen?"

While Henneth didn't catch a lick of what was said to him, he replied in the manner assuming they could understand that. None the less, he was bound to figure out how to speak to this girl one way or the other, even if they couldn't understand one another. The worst that could happen, strangers passing by would be confused by this conversation. If this bit of German didn't catch the young ones ears properly, he might try another sentence or attempt to use his rather broken English and see if she could understand that at all. He was still confused as to what language she had spoken in, something from Asia he would assume. In between his thoughts, he caught himself mumbling in German, hopefully at a volume low enough the girl couldn't hear.

“He's still speaking in German.” The writer's mischievous side sparked up as she wrote. She was giggling on the inside, wanted to continue speaking in him in her native tongue. “Let's see how long I can keep this language joust. It's rather entertaining.”

“Sumimasen. Watashi wa doitsugo ga wakarimasen.” She gave a polite bow to the classy guy. Again, she gave her slight innocent smile towards him and looked rather lost in the conversation. Her pen was catching every slight reaction from the man as her eye can see.

With taking mental note of how the girl acted, the bow that was given to him, while he didn't want to seem rude, he wasn't quite sure how to respond to this. He then stood up and walked over to the girl. Patting a hand on her shoulder and giving her a polite smile in exchange. "Wie geht es dir an diesem schönen Tag?" Still being lost in their conversation given that none of them understood the other. It was rather entertaining aside from that simple fact of the matter. Wondering how long each of them might keep it up at any rate, he considered using his rather, broken, English to talk to her. While he had been avoiding it thus far due to how it is and embarrassing it might be, he held off.

“There was a brief moment before he reacted by standing up and walked over to me. He then placed his hand on my shoulder and replied with another smile. Now, it was starting to get a little creepy the moment he laid his hand on me.” While her pen was transcribing the actions, she looked up with her right brow up. She started to become a little guarded from the fact he laid his hand on her. She began to give him a slight glare as if sending him silent message to take his hand off.

“Nani? Watashi kara te o hanashite kudasai.” She warned. It was rather unwanted for him to place his hand on her. She wasn't sure if he got this message. For all she knew now, he could be a creep.

With the odd glare he was getting, the feeling that having his hand on her shoulder wasn't welcome. He awkwardly removed it and placed it on the back of his head and once more, rather awkwardly chuckled. This time, raising his left eyebrow as to what she had said to him, unsure if she could actually understand anything other than her current tongue, he decided to attempt his native tongue one last time.

"Mein Name ist Henneth. Was könnte Ihr sein?" With that, he assumed giving his name and asking her hers might do some good, if not, he did have his very terribly spoken English he could fall back onto.

“He seems rather forward, trying to convey something to me. At least he does know a little bit of body language. I'm relieved to learn that he wasn't coming on to me. I am quite the attractive girl. But, my heart belongs to some idiot trying to forge a steady income for us.” She wrote. Her stare continued, ever watching his next moment. Then, he said something that Lotus could finally translate. It was a deep German accent he had when telling her his name. Henneth. What should she do? How should she reply? He was still a stranger to her. What's a classy looking man want with her? Perhaps... Perhaps he's some sort of German pimp, wanting to take advantage of her. It could be a reason why he advanced with a dreaded hand to shoulder display, unwanted touching. She decided to remain silent and confused though as she tilted her head. What was his next action?

With her not saying anything, Henneth dropped his head down in defeat of trying to get anything across in German. "H-Hello, m-my name is Henneth. W-What might yours? Ich denke, das ist richtig, be?" Without anything else to do, he resorted to his god awful English skills in a last attempt to speak with this girl. While the hand thing was a bad idea on his part, he thought of it as a friendly thing given her bowing to him. While he was unsure how she felt about him, maybe she thought he was some sort of German pimp or something. Only she knew what she was thinking about this man standing before her. None the less, he hoped he could turn what might be a bad situation for him into a good one. While this interaction was going on, he was conversing to himself in his head. It more or less consisted of attempting to figure out what she was saying to him and how she might think of him.

“Oh!” Like a light bulb lighting up in her head, she understood what he was asking of her. Her name. It was rather awkward between these two. She eased her apprehension towards him and smiled back. She wasn't sure how well his English was, so she went slow in communicating back.

“Hello, Henneth. My name is Lotus. How do you do?”

"Guten tag Lotus, ehm, m-my English is rather, eh, how to say it, poor? Ich tend to only speak Deutsche, it isn't helping that I live in Berlin. I do, well? How about yourself?"

Knowing how poor his English had gotten over the years, he was slightly embarrassed by it but it was the only way they could understand each other. If she knew German this would be a whole hell of a lot easier on him, none the less he was glad to have finally found a way to communicate with her in a way that both people understood. That could get some basic conversation going.

“Not to worry, Mr. Henneth.” She understood what he was going to. Her first tongue was Japanese. She had a bit of trouble absorbing another language when she was younger, but she had a drive to connect with other foreigners. It was a uphill battle trying to learn, but it eventually clicked with tedious practice. She invited him to sit down once more and do a little bit of conversing to help him out with some of his English. It was quite good to her friends wanting to learn and became adequate enough to teach it.

“Let's have a small chat. I've got time.” She offered while still writing in her notes everything transpiring. They began exchanging words while battling the language barrier.

𝕲𝖗𝖎𝖒 𝕽𝖊𝖆𝖕𝖊𝖗'𝖘 𝕲𝖆𝖒𝖇𝖎𝖙

I think I rather not have a voting system as well. It feels rather natural rather than a reality TV show of "Survivor." But, to kind of replace this system, there needs to be some form of urgency and stress that will give characters something to think about when being around others. There needs to be something to set the tone for when we play in the mansion and to challenge each character's personalities and trust with each other.

Perhaps like in the 999 series, (I know. I keep referring to that game/story, but I believe it's a damn good novel game), people had some sort of urgency to complete a task like escaping a room, (solving puzzles to open the door). The story had an overall time limit like 9 hours to escape from the whole ship. It was with the upmost urgency that they escape the sinking ship within 9 hours or else everybody dies. They all try to escape, but certain circumstances / personas may alter the story line in some form or fashion.

It's just a thought. I can't wait for the remaster of the series next month. Woo!

𝕲𝖗𝖎𝖒 𝕽𝖊𝖆𝖕𝖊𝖗'𝖘 𝕲𝖆𝖒𝖇𝖎𝖙

11:26 AM – A local cafe near the airport.

“It's a little annoying lugging all this luggage around the block. Even more so waiting for this ride. I don't have too much patience for idling sitting by. At least I can enjoy myself at this wonderful cafe.”

She sighed to herself. From her purse, she extracted a small pink journal that was closed by a pink elastic strap. She pulled it away and opened its blank contents. It was a fresh journal that she took along for the trip to document her adventures. If there was one thing that would take her mind off anything, it was writing. Writing was a sort of her zen moment. It was something to bring her calm and balance to her current mindset and pour her feelings and ideas into it. The writer reached into her purse once more and pulled out her special writing pen. She was quite particular about pens. It was a good quality pink fountain pen with a gold plated tip. It had a sort of floral design to it. She placed the book, opened on the first page on the table and began writing with her left. Her writing was something to be proud of. Her cursive writing was a thing of art. It was a dying writing style in this modern age. Not many people could read and write it these days.

“Day 0 – The Humdrum Arrival” She titled her first page. “I was let down by this mysterious person's offer, Lucifer Van Bonaparte. From what I understand from the pages of time, he was quite a revered person in history, being one of the powerful men to help humanity evolve to the future. A legend. My disappointment was more so a personal quarrel. I was given an extravagant vacation in France, a dream of every traveler, every couple. The City of Love was what France was coined. But, when my partner in crime was the one not invited to this gift, I had the mind to decline. He didn't have the means to make such an expensive travel plan nor the time to abruptly drop everything he was building in his life. It was unfair. It was also unfair that this mysterious man would send me these terms and conditions. I had to leave my boyfriend behind in pursuit of this wish that he had promised, despite his objections. I promised him that when I come back to him, we will have a night of fun.”

She wrote for about 5 minutes before the waiter arrived with her sandwich and earl gray tea. He carefully placed the food in front of her as she passive waved at him as thanks. She awkwardly took the sandwich with her right and took a bite.

“I thought France was the culinary center of the world. This sandwich sucks. For a cafe that looks rather quaint on the forefront, the food was rather bland. It's deceptive. A fraud. I should write a review of this place later on.”

She took a mental note before taking in another bite. She hoped that the food at the mansion would be luxurious. She had high hopes. It was about another 10 minutes before she finished her sandwich and side. She quickly called upon the waiter with a request for her check. He gave her a dirty look, only to be overpowered by 'the look'. It was as if she was injecting fear into the unfortunate lad that he scurried to the back with the empty plates from her table and returned to produce a check. Lotus gave a slight chuckle through that ordeal.

“It's quite funny to see men tremble before the woman's glare. If only it worked on my boyfriend.”

She paid the waiter and gave him a cheap tip for his mediocre performance and his rude challenge. She collected her belongings and proceeded to the rally point.

12:10 PM – The Arrival Point.

Lotus strolled down the block until she arrived at the front of the hotel, the meeting point. There wasn't much human traffic around the hotel. It was after noon. She still had around 5 more hours of waiting before the pick up. She scanned around her and found a bench nearly. The other end was occupied by another person, a rather slim, timid looking girl. She let out a small chuckle and planted herself on the other end. She was finally relieved as she placed her luggage down and secured it around her. From her purse, she brought out a small notebook. It was also blank as her journal. She flipped to the first page and took out her trusty pen and began writing random things. She looked up and observed the buildings around her as well as the people.

“Buildings are rather aged, but stood the test of time. It has been modernized to fit today's needs but is still restricted by its past. People around here are rather rude in nature. A couple of men tried to hit on me and a waiter dared to challenge me to a staring game.”

Her eyes glanced at the girl while still focused on her notebook.

“A timid looking girl beside me. Pale skinned. Deep brown hair. I feel like I could scare her and she would run away. So many things I could have fun with.”

Then while jotting down her notes, she began to speak with the girl.

“How are you, Girlfriend? How's your day going?”

𝕲𝖗𝖎𝖒 𝕽𝖊𝖆𝖕𝖊𝖗'𝖘 𝕲𝖆𝖒𝖇𝖎𝖙

I'm in favor of collecting the thoughts of others and putting it into a notebook. Then, I think each of us can input how the character's reacts and such into that post.

𝕲𝖗𝖎𝖒 𝕽𝖊𝖆𝖕𝖊𝖗'𝖘 𝕲𝖆𝖒𝖇𝖎𝖙

@Shoryu Magami

I'm going to try and make up another PC tomorrow. I hope all goes well in the recovery.

𝕲𝖗𝖎𝖒 𝕽𝖊𝖆𝖕𝖊𝖗'𝖘 𝕲𝖆𝖒𝖇𝖎𝖙

I'm planning to do a cafe lunch scene then arrive at between 1200 to 1300. I'll have a post up later on. I think I'll need some time to craft it.

𝕲𝖗𝖎𝖒 𝕽𝖊𝖆𝖕𝖊𝖗'𝖘 𝕲𝖆𝖒𝖇𝖎𝖙

In the Air | April 14, 2012 08:46 (AM)

“Do you realize that everything you know that this world, your homes, your family and friends will all disappear, right? This world is that of the Dreamer's. It is but a small bubble, insignificant and fragile. A simple needle is all that it takes to burst that bubble and everything will be gone. It is my reign to rule this world and to keep the dreaming from waking. It is but you four fools who taken the liberty into shattering all that I've work so hard in retaining this world. Everyone will suffer the fate of being erased from existence.” A man cloaked in black robes explained. A runic sword was thrust into him during the struggle as blood and aether began to leave him. The room they were all in looked to be crumbling and has a slight rumble.

A light turbulence was felt.

“That may be. It doesn't excuse your deeds of trying to ruin the lives of the masses, Black Mage. It doesn't give you the right to manipulate the Dreamer's will to fall sleep eternal. We know of this fate from the scared text. This is the Dreamer's will. We have faith in the Dreamer's will to bring us back to a better light.” One of the protagonists spoke. The Black Mage shook his head before finally disappearing. He left with parting words.

“Fools. The lot of you. So blind to follow like sheep.”

With that, he was gone. The four heroes cheered with their victory for a brief moment, then turned to sad expressions. They looked at each other and nodded silently. It was time to wake the Dreamer. A protagonist with a kind expression on her face walked to the center of the room and chanted her words reaching the Dreamer to wake. The room was enveloped in a white light. Before they started to disappear, there was small tone followed by the words of monotonic female.

“We will be descending shortly to Paris, France. Please put away all large electronic devices, put your trays and seats in the upright position, and fasten your seat belts. We will be making their final checks as well as collecting any trash. Thank you.”

As if on queue, Lotus woke up and stretched herself out a bit after taking a long rest. It was another vivid dream she had of some sort of fantasy world. She couldn't really explain why she would have these dreams periodically, but they at least gave her some form of entertainment while she slept during these long trips. This particular connecting flight didn't take long from London to Paris. But, that long 10 hour flight she had was a little unbearable having to sit in one place for that amount of time. Although, what lighten the mood of the travel was that all her tickets were first class tickets. She had meals. Special drinks and snacks. A cushy recliner. It was a nice thing that Mr. Bonaparte threw in the all expense package.

She looked to the window and saw the sight of morning of Paris from high above. It all looked to be a model city that someone would craft on a table at home and the people looked like ants scurrying about the streets. It looked bustling and busy, pretty typical for any major city around the world. Paris looked rather nice from above. It was known to be the City of Love as they say and a popular romantic getaway or honeymoon for couples. It was unfortunate that she had to fly solo. She would have very much shared this experience with someone she knew. She chuckled at the thought of her specific friend. He neither had the time or money to make such a trip, let alone first class travel.

Charles de Gaulle (CDG) International Airport | April 12, 2014 09:05 (AM)

She was finally free of that steel bird as she emerged from the gate. Her heels clicked the ground as she walked which collected a few eyes toward her direction. It wouldn't be the first time that men and some women would gaze at her and took some sort of interest in her. She stood out as some sort of Asian girl to all, a hot one with a rare body type to boot. Her attire was quite alluring with a black cardigan over a white dress shirt that was open enough to expose the top of her red and black bra. She wore a red miniskirt and black mid sized boots with red laces. Her strawberry blonde hair was tied by two bear bear ties giving her a twin pigtail look. Any guy or lesbian would be in love with her in a heartbeat. She had a carry on bag, a fashionable leather purse, and a camera hanging around her neck. A couple of sleazy men came up to her to help with her bags.

“Hey, Mademoiselle... We really want to help with your bags.” The two men were persistent in wanting to help. They were immediately shut down once again.

“I don't know who you guys are. I don't need any help. Don't make me call my boyfriend over to bust your head open.” She let out her snarky attitude towards them, rather harsh and direct than her usual self. She used any means to get these guys away from her with their drooling and love struck expressions. She dismissed them without a second thought and left. She was focused at the task at hand to get her luggage. At least they were gentlemen enough to respect her and walked away. She continued to walk over to find the baggage claim area to collect her last piece of luggage. She sighed about the fact she has to wait for the conveyor, even more so for the escort service available in the late afternoon. As she stood there, she grew impatient as the minutes go by and people from the flight flocked around. She wasn't feeling herself just quite yet from the travel. When will her luggage arrive?

A few minutes later, she walked towards the arrivals area with all her luggage in order. It was now half past the hour, too early for lunch. She needed to figure out how to go about her new adventure, to kill time till her rally point for the escort. She would much rather not lug all her personal belongings around the city. It was liable to get stolen if left unchecked. Quite the burden. She decided to park herself at a nearby bench near one of exits and pulled out her phone to check on any messages. Being in a foreign country, calling rates were expensive. Data even more so. Luckily, Lotus was able to pick up free wi-fi to check her mail and one of her chat programs to stay connected with her friends. At the same time, she looked up places to go nearby without straying too far for the time being.

𝕲𝖗𝖎𝖒 𝕽𝖊𝖆𝖕𝖊𝖗'𝖘 𝕲𝖆𝖒𝖇𝖎𝖙

@Shoryu Magami

It's also been brought to my attention that the main reason this role-play seemed like it could possibly be dying or losing interest was actually because people on this site prefer to communicate over things like Discord instead of use the OOC regularly, and with this in mind we now officially have a Discord chat earlier than planned (for those of you who haven't found it yet), which is already quite active. I've updated both my signature and the opening post of our OOC to confirm it.

@Shoryu Magami

I think it's just actually better, or rather quicker, to communicate ideas through voice chat programs than in the forums. I know you've mentioned me in a previous post that I don't use the OOC here as much because I mostly talk to you whenever regarding my status or if I need help on the fly over Skype. Usually when I work on things, I rather have an immediate voice so I can keep my creative pace going, much like working on my profiles with you. Not to mention we talk about silly little things too. Luckily enough, I do have a discord account, so I may hop on that program whenever I get the chance.

𝕲𝖗𝖎𝖒 𝕽𝖊𝖆𝖕𝖊𝖗'𝖘 𝕲𝖆𝖒𝖇𝖎𝖙

"The heart-racing excitement of messy despair has a taste like you've never known!"

Oh, I'm ready for it. I hope I do well and hope to get along with everyone here.