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Current If you like Full Metal Panic give Fafner in the Azure a shot as well!
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If you aren't angry, you aren't conscious.
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I think I have my writing confidence back. Feels like centuries since I could string together sentences.
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Vindication comes, so too does peace of mind as I close one chapter and open a new one.
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if you're petty with me

be prepared to deal with

the most crazy bitch

you've ever met


Micki | 35 (b. 1988) | Detroit | INTJ
Biromantic Demisexual | Bipolar/Manic-Depressive



Hi. I'm a role-player/writer who has spent over twenty-one years in this hobby.

I will pretty much write anything as long as my partner is cool with my inconsistent posting pace and momentum. I'm pretty sociable and I make dumb jokes all the time. My favorite things to write is capeshit, anime, space operas, horror, and slice of life/mundane drama. My writing level leans toward minimalism, but I try to give my partners/groups more than enough to work off of. I like to think I am pretty flexible.

I like cinema, music, and animation just as much as I like writing with people. My biggest hobby after writing is pop media analysis. Ask me questions or for suggestions and I'm sure to have something for you. 😎😎😎

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Location: Uhladein, Eastern Marches



“Void. I hate Midnosians.” Galeil sighed as the hunter barked at the other pyromancers.

If she was so good why didn’t she sit in the tower and make sure she showed all of them how it was done? The arrogance of the sun knew no bounds. The older pyromancer sighed as he eyed out of the arches as the sight of the Queen Roc falling toward the city was apparent as another one of the hunters remained on its back as the voidflesh melted from the bone. Yeah, that was the way to protect everyone! Make sure more of Uhladein was destroyed! What a great plan! On days like this he wasn’t sure what was going to kill him first; the void, or some ill-gotten plan from a hunter.

He wiped his nose as the thought passed him by, looking up at the rain. It was still pounding, but the clouds above seemed to be stirring. The storm would not be for much longer.

“Girl. Maybe, instead of barking at your lessers, you can pour some of your magic into the crystal. Storm’s about to break soon… and we will want the flame up as soon as possible. Unless you forgot that when you turned into... you.


The ogre roared as the pink-haired Ldranti hunter was tossed aside, the void-corrupted creature’s voice booming through the crowd.

Black, corrupted blood painted the cracked, stone tiles it stood upon as it reverted its attention on the hunters and guardsmen before it. For the magically inclined, the air tasted wrong, like it did when void magic was present–like an arcane rot that permeated with such potentness it made even the smell of rotting flesh seem like that of daisies and tulips. A swirl of black and purple surrounded its arm-hole as more blood drooped from its fangs. It’s head began to jerk and jerk and jerk... until it suddenly and violently snapped in half. More guardsmen screamed in terror. Well, whoever was left and whoever had not run. As a few scrambled back in an attempt to create spacing, void flesh pooled over the limb, forming itself a new arm.

A void arm with four, sharp, dragonfang-like claws. The ogre laughed, but it had no mouth.

Teeth-like spikes jotted out of the split skull.

It charged forward, trying to grab the first thing it possibly could with its new claw. It did not pay any mind to its fellow void that was tumbling through the skies above.


April 7th, Year 1


“So you’re one of those girls.”

Akari had heard it before, though admittedly in less of a… perky way. After all, for some girls the only way to get out of this crappy town was to get married to someone who was from Tokyo or Kyoto, or anywhere that wasn’t a dead end like Utsubyo was. Akari didn’t have those kinds of interests. If she was being honest, relationships were as much of a dead end and they certainly weren’t worth her time. Her dad hadn’t exactly lived up to a great father, so Akari didn’t think much of relationships. Had her mother not been so devoted to him, maybe she wouldn’t be halfway in a bottle every night?

It was a thought she thought about often, but now was not the time.

She shook her head, “I don’t know. Sounds so one dimensional to me. If I am going to get out of here its because I did it myself, not because I married some big shot.”


April 7th, Year 1


“A fruitful member of society...” Akari mused as she looked at the girl blankly. “You sound like you rehearsed that line a thousand times.”

The raven-haired Japanese girl was somewhere between confused and annoyed as her peppy classmate declared she never broke a rule ever and that it was all part of a plan to… to… net a husband who would someday be Prime Minister of Japan? It sounded like some kind of made up thing, a fantasy she had formed in her head. Akari didn’t have those kinds of fantasies, nor did anyone else she knew of in town save for a few delusional members of her class. Who was Ichika trying to convince here? Akari or Ichika? It was strange, and that strangeness continued to pique Akari's curiosity enough to where she didn't tell Ichika that she didn't care and she should stop being annoying.

Or was Akari being over-serious again?


Location: Uhladein, Eastern Marches



“Finally!” A demented smile slunk onto Trantascilia’s lips as pillars of ice shot from her feet, melting as soon as they dropped to the streets below. “You come to face me! I’ve been waiting!”

Roc Queens were apex predators. A full grown Rock Queen with its wingspan spread out, it could sit on the entirety of the top on the rooftops of wondrous structures like the Grand Library of Prentis and the Emberdawn Keep. They fed on ogres and serpents alike, attacking galleons and wharfs with ease and it was here that the blue-haired hunter could face it in glorious combat. Two noble maidens gliding through the wind, aero and frost clashing in a duel that no normal human could imagine. It almost made her giddy.

Feelings such as joy and bliss were not ones that a Hunter of the Void typically felt. Most of those Trantascilia had worked with had been as insufferable as they were nihilistic. The pain in their bones and blood was a constant. They couldn’t sleep. They could barely taste food. She was no exception to this, of course, but despite the chilling cold burning in her bones she refused to admit defeat, less of all to the void. Zecimia called her a pampered idiot. Kelana proposed she was lying to herself. Miilieae told her she had lost her mind. Oh her friends, her comrades; how they were so utterly wrong. But all had their presumptions, she supposed. Often Trantascilia had said she was the “most sane” of their ilk.

No hunter of the void could stay completely sane, after all.

They fought nightmare monsters against impossible odds to not only save humankind but redeem it! But if you looked at the unending darkness and didn’t come out as a different person, then you… then you must be the Legendary Rimaeria Saldosius who stood against the void, alone, and with the burning passion of an entire kingdom in their soul! Neither Millieae or Trantascilia herself was Rimaeria, nor did Trantascilia try to be. She hadn’t broken in the same way as others had. Why should she be labeled as mad for rejecting the darkness instead of embracing it? Embracing it is how you ended up as a Fianna or Miriene!

Transcilia laughed underneath her breath as her feet touched the side of a rain-drenched clocktower, the water freezing as she hit the old stone as she began running up the clocktower to meet the corrupted creature. The hearthfire stood in the distance over her shoulder, above everything else in the city–that was her way up to meet the Roc Queen. When she reached the rooftop of the clocktower she spun into an aerial flip, meeting the side of the hearthfire keep as she had done with the clocktower.

“Come Vyelas! Let us dance with the tainted soul of a bird of prey! Let’s purify them into oblivion!”

The hum of her weapon vibrating in her mind as she ran past the Head Pyromancer as he looked out of a window at breakneck speeds. He lurched back in the archway almost on instinct.

“Don’t let the crystal shatter, boys!” She shouted over the storm, before she and the Roc finally began their dance proper.

She spun upward, spinning into a motion that represented a drill and she met the body of the Roc, her magicks freezing the Trantascilia-sized hole in its leftmost wing as it roared in anger before the blue-haired frostfire hunter landed on the back of the creature in a quick flip. Her laugh echoed across the skies as giant blue flames flashed behind the wings of the Roc despite the storm raging on.

Maybe she had lost her mind more than she insisted.


Sorry, it's taking so long. Got sick and then had to focus on some of my other projects. Still here. Will get something up soon-ish.


April 7th, Year 1


“Right.” Akari responded after taking a bite of her food. It seemed like the new girl’s pep and cheerful out-of-towner thing was for real. Seemed like the only reason she had moved to the worst possible town in Japan was because family lived in it; she couldn’t have been any more unlucky.

All the rules?” Akari remarked, trying to see how the girl would react. “You don’t break any of them? Not even a little bit? How boring.”
I will decide an archetype (since I was forced to play in this) when everyone else has.


April 7th, Year 1


“Hm?”

The dark-haired girl blinked as another student–the transfer new to town–approached her and asked if she wanted to have lunch together. It was that bubbly, friendly, super energetic personality that Akari found exhausting, though she simply shrugged. She wasn’t going to tell her to leave her alone or anything. It was just a seat. Even Akari needed to socialize now and again; couldn’t isolate herself completely. She wasn’t that anti-social. She played team sports, after all.

Then again, so did Ichika. She had introduced herself to class as someone who liked volleyball. Was she going to join the school team this year? How good was she? Could she handle the members in that club? If the subject came up she would be prepared. Shopping? Akari didn’t have much for Yen so what could they even talk about? How pretty a dress was? She was nearly dirt poor and her mother’s habit didn’t make anything easier for the family.

“Sakaguchi Akari.” She said, introducing herself with indifference. “Sit if you want to.”

She wasn’t too good at small talk anymore, but newcomers to the town were rare so even Akari was a little curious what brought her to Utsubyo.

“So what did you do? Must’ve messed up pretty bad to be sent here.”
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