Nyxia’s eyes widened in a mixture of shock and bewilderment as she watched someone place an object in front of her weapon’s ravening beam, an object which not only withstood the cataclysmic energies that were now pouring into it, but actually seemed to be absorbing them. However, it wasn’t long at all before surprised confusion gave way to savage fury…
“WHAT THE FUCK, YOU STUPID BITCH?!!” The Neon Tempest roared as she snapped her head to face the obstruction’s owner, her finger squeezing The Omega Obliterator’s trigger even tighter than before and sending an even greater volume of ruinous energy surging into the glowing shield.
The young woman, who was dressed as though she had just stepped out of some tribal fantasy game, proceeded to ramble in a disgustingly patronizing and pedantic manner about Nyxia’s need to recognize her allies and how teamwork was the best thing ever, complete with pretentious comparisons to sprints and marathons, as if Nyxia knew a single thing about either of those. As if Nyxia even cared. During all the long years when she was just pitiful, pathetic Norika, she had considered it a major accomplishment to simply walk to the bathroom without assistance, and even if she now possessed physical abilities to rival the world’s greatest athletes, Nyxia had zero interest in athletic pursuits, or those who partook of them. In fact, there was only one person in this entire blighted world she cared about, and the Miseria had killed him…
“Why the fuck would I give a shit about that?” The Neon Tempest scoffed as her visage contorted into a disdainful scowl. “If those shit stains can’t keep up, that’s their problem. As for those flying eyeball fucks, I thought they were Miseria, so don’t get your panties in a fucking twist,” Nyxia sneered, releasing her weapon’s trigger and abruptly cutting off its crackling beam. “Besides, if ‘friendly fire’ was really such a big fucking concern, our fearless leader down there should have had the brains to mention that one of her ass-licking underlings could make things that look just like the shitbags we're tying to fucking kill!”
In actuality, it really wouldn’t have mattered even if she had known they belonged to a supposed ally. Anything that was stupid enough to stray into her kill zone was fair game, as far as The Neon Tempest was concerned, doubly so if said thing looked for all the world like another Miseria, but she decided it would probably be best not to mention that at the present time. Indeed, she had a very important question for her new “friend”…
“Oh yeah, and there’s something I’ve been meaning to ask ever since you cockblocked my precious baby with that annoying-as-fuck shield of yours,” The Neon Tempest added with a cruel smirk, eagerly opening fire once more, now that the shield in question had finally been removed. “Just how in the hell do you keep those ginormous tits from popping out of that pathetic joke of a top?”
Unlike a lot of people, Aiko enjoyed getting up early. She enjoyed being able to hear the birdsong that greeted the sun’s first rays. She enjoyed being her favorite little tea shop’s first customer of the day. She enjoyed drinking her favorite soothing blend as she leisurely strolled along the path leading to Ayame High, the idea of arriving late never entering her mind. “Early to bed and early to rise makes one healthy, wealthy, and wise,” someone had once said, and while Aiko wasn’t too sure about the last one, her early morning walks had certainly helped to diminish her stress, while also gifting her with a rich array of sights and sounds as the world slowly woke from its slumber. Tranquil, gentle, unhurried, and approachable, this was how that waking world would perceive Misugi Aiko, much to the young woman’s contentment. After all, she had worked very hard to ensure that such was the case. The brash rebel who played in a rock band until well-past midnight and drank alcohol purchased with a fake ID was gone forever, and the world was better off for it. At least, that’s what Aiko kept trying to convince herself. Besides, there were people in considerably worse shape than she was…
Oh, the poor thing… Aiko thought to herself as she watched the perennially unlucky, and perennially miserable, Kohaku stagger into the teacher’s lounge, roughly half of her skirt soaked with water. The history teacher then went on to experience a messy coffee machine mishap, causing Aiko to once again reassess her belief in curses. Thankfully, Shinobu, Ayame High’s ever-helpful student counselor, was quick to provide assistance, although it would soon become apparent that Kohaku wasn’t the only person in need of help…
Slightly startled by the sound of a loud thump, Aiko turned to face the window, wondering if a bird might have crashed into it. What she saw instead had her blinking her eyes to ensure she wasn’t hallucinating. It looked like a small, golden-haired… fairy…? Well, whatever it was, the others obviously saw it too, at least if Kohaku’s spray of coffee was anything to go by. Not only that, but it was talking to them in a rapid, high-pitched voice, pleading for their help.
“S-Someone’s in trouble…?” Aiko found herself asking, still in a bit of a daze, but concerned for this supposedly endangered person nonetheless. “W-What kind of trouble?”
From where she stood atop a nearby building, a single high-heeled boot placed on the edge of its roof, Nyxia Torrentia, Neon Tempest of the Ultraviolet Rainbow observed the Miseria gathering in the streets below with a hungry smile. They were not the only ones down there, of course, and as she watched the myriad members of the Hibusa High Detention Club take up their positions, she eagerly licked her lips.
That’s right, you pathetic dipshits… Nyxia sneered mentally. Lure them out for me…
Also present was the club’s curiously untransformed leader, Rei Ishiko. In fact, now that Nyxia thought about it, Rei hadn’t been transformed the night she’d approached her with an invitation to join the Detention Club, either. Then again, the whole experience had been pretty surreal, the compassionate funeral home director who had personally handled arrangements for her brother’s burial just approaching her transformed self out of nowhere, telling her that she knew who she really was, and saying how wonderful it would be if Nyxia joined the little club she had created.
At first, The Neon Tempest had planned to refuse the somewhat suspicious request. After all, she enjoyed working alone, and took a dim view of being confined by the club’s various restrictions, to say nothing of the prospect of potential competitors getting in her way. But Rei had been quite insistent, promising that her identity would be kept secret, and that joining the club would grant her the opportunity to kill greater numbers of Miseria than ever before, which was, after all, her primary reason for being a Kurai Majokko in the first place. Plus, working together as part of a team would mitigate any deficiencies any of the individual members might possess. And speaking of her new club mates, the idea of stealing kills from them was a very appealing one indeed…
Thus, Nyxia found herself here, about to make her debut as the newest member of the Detention Club. She gave off quite the menacing and imperious appearance as the night breeze blew through her aquamarine hair, its chill going completely unnoticed by the Neon Tempest, despite her rather skimpy attire. Still, it was Rei who was obviously in charge here, and no sooner had the untransformed girl alighted upon a lamp post in an admittedly impressive display of agility, then she began giving orders. Clearly the girl was something of a control freak, that much had been apparent from their first meeting, but Nyxia was more amused than bothered by it. Besides, even if she had agreed to join Rei’s motley collection of sycophants, it didn’t mean she had also agreed to play by their rules…
“I was just giving your little toadies time to serve as bait,” Nyxia replied with a smirk when her “leader” asked why she was holding back. “But my precious baby is getting rather hungry,” she added, while gently caressing her massive energy cannon. “So I guess we can TAKE A BITE!!! HAHAHAHAHAAA!!!”
Even as her psychotic laughter rang out, her monstrous weapon charged with power, crackling arcs of neon lightning dancing around its glowing barrels. After waiting a few seconds for The Omega Obliterator’s charge to reach its maximum level, Nyxia squeezed the trigger, sending several ruinous beams of incandescent annihilation lancing down upon the unsuspecting Miseria below.
“THAT’S IT BABY!!! SHOW MOMMY ALL THE BEAUTIFUL CARNAGE YOU CAN MAKE!!!” The Neon Tempest cried in euphoric glee as the five beams converged into a single crackling cylinder of barely-contained devastation. “SHOW THESE WEAK-ASS COCKSUCKERS WHAT REAL POWER LOOKS LIKE!!! HAHAHAHAHAA!!!”
As it continued to be vomited forth in a surging torrent, the malevolent cylinder began to curve and twist in an effort to voraciously seek out as many victims as possible, sometimes even looping back on itself, multiplying its destructive energies exponentially in the process. Anything unfortunate enough to be touched by the baleful beam would soon find itself violently rent asunder, with even the slightest glance causing a victim’s body to begin bubbling furiously, until it messily burst apart like a boil being punctured by a sharp nail.
“OH FUCK YES!!!” Nyxia exulted, her eyes gleaming with deranged delight. “I FUCKING LOVE WATCHING THEM POP!!! HAHAHAHAHAAAA!!!”
Indeed, The Neon Tempest was so caught up in all the excitement that she didn’t even notice Rei being hit on by a blood-covered weirdo, but even if she had, she probably wouldn’t have given a shit.
Although I think it would be best to play their inital meeting out ICly, since the opening club meeting of the rp will be Nyxia's first (and thus first time meeting any of the other members, save for Wendil's girl).
@Ponn Great to have you back! As much as I mess the eldritch tentacle gentlemen I hope to get comfy with the only magical girl who can use “Killer Queen” as their theme song…actually she’d be the second since we have a Chess Magical Girl, but she’s not dynamite with a laser beam.
Thanks!
Olivia and Xolys are both way too nice to be in an RP like this, but I am using alternate verions of them in another RP- roleplayerguild.com/posts/5460840
That said, I'm really looking forward to Nyxia and Earthshaker's interactions.
@TheWendil I'm fine with having her be recruited in her first or second IC post, although I'm curious to see how the club will explain her presence, since she doesn't go to the school, and would attend meetings transformed (as she's too sickly/timid to do otherwise).
• Title: Nyxia Torrentia, Neon Tempest of the Ultraviolet Rainbow
• Age: 18
• Emblem: A pendant shaped like a small retro ray gun. It hangs from a necklace kept hidden under her clothes.
• Devil Arm: After transforming, Norika’s innocuous pendant becomes The Omega Obliterator, an enormous technomantic energy cannon.
• Magic: Death Rays! Not only is Nyxia’s weapon a death ray, but she can also shoot them from her hands, her eyes, and even her mouth. In addition, she can pump magic into The Omega Obliterator to supercharge it with extra power (causing it to grow larger and even sprout additional barrels), as well as conjure a pair of hovering, ray gun equipped drones to provide additional firepower or point defense as needed.
• Background: Born into the wealthy and prestigious Tsukishima family alongside her twin brother, Kaito, it soon became clear that Norika was his complete opposite in every respect. Where Kaito was brave and confident, Norika was timid, her self esteem virtually nonexistent. Where he was skilled, she seemed to fail at everything. And where he was healthy and strong, she was sickly and weak, to the point of being almost constantly bedridden for most of her young life. That said, she loved her brother dearly and never cursed his good fortune.
For his part, Kaito was equally caring towards Norika, showing her the affection their parents refused to give to such an “utter disgrace of a child”, and using the gifts they lavished upon him for her benefit, rather than his own. He would play video games with her, read her stories, and even gift her with a VR headset so that she could experience what it felt like to play outside under a sunny sky. Truly, he was the sole bright spot in Norika’s otherwise bleak and hopeless life.
Alas, even this fragile beacon would all-too-quickly be snuffed out…
On their eighteenth birthday, Kaito reluctantly informed Norika that their parents had decided that he would study abroad after graduation, at a prominent foreign university. He would only be able to see her a handful of times each year, but, even so, he promised that their bond would never falter. Even as he spoke these words, he presented his tearful sister with a small toy ray gun, explaining that it would grant her courage and strength, even if he couldn’t be present to provide those things for her himself. It was by far the most cherished gift he had ever given her, and it greatly helped to mend her breaking heart. However, nothing could withstand the soul-destroying horror that came only a week later, when she learned that Kaito had died in a car crash on the way to the airport.
Her grief was so strong, it felt as though she were being suffocated by it, as if it were a palpable force that was literally choking the life out of her. That night, while she was crying in bed, the nebulous force fully revealed itself. It was a nightmarish horror, which seemed to rise up from the floor, a writhing mass of slimy tendrils and segmented limbs with the head of a demonic mosquito. At first Norika was frozen in fear, but then she realized that the monster was frozen as well, and that a strange cat with a tv for a head was now sitting in front of her on the bed. It spoke not a word, but its flickering screen showed exactly what this monster had done the night before, exactly whose head had been impaled upon its spiked proboscis, and upon seeing this, Norika’s fear turned to blazing, glowing, incandescent rage…
In that, the darkest moment of her life, even darker power surged into her, remaking timid, weak Norika into someone altogether more terrifying. In a blast of dark radiance, Norika was reborn, her toy ray gun now a weapon of horrible potency, and she wasted no time in making use of it. Giving voice to a scream of anguished fury, the transformed Norika annihilated her monstrous visitor, the ruinous energies of her death ray violently rending the nightmarish creature asunder.
Although she passed out shortly afterwards, Norika knew that what had occurred the night before had been no mere dream. There may have been no trace of the tv-headed cat or the monster’s myriad goopy remains, but the fact that her toy ray gun had now become a small, slightly glowing pendant was all the proof she needed. She knew what had really happened to her brother, she knew what horrors haunted the night, but most importantly, she knew she now had the power to kill them. To kill ALL of them…
Each subsequent night, she would transform into her psychotic alter-ego and kill as many Miseria as she possibly could. Already enjoying a euphoric high from her nightly slaughters, she soon discovered that each Miseria killed also increased her own power, making her even better at cleansing the streets of them. And then she had a twisted epiphany. If she could become powerful enough, her death rays could do more than tear though Miseria and mundane objects. They could tear trough the very fabric of reality, letting her travel back in time to the night of her brother’s death. They could let her save him! With this deranged video game-inspired goal at the forefront of her mind, Norika, or rather, Nyxia, has made it a personal vow to kill as many Miseria as it takes to achieve it, and pity anyone who dares to stand in her way…
• Sample Post:
In the otherwise silent depths of the night, the sound of muffled sobs filled the opulent bedroom, their source barely visible as a small, shuddering lump underneath the covers, dimly illuminated by the star-shaped nightlight in the corner of the otherwise shadowy chamber. This had been by far the worst day of Norika’s life, and as the night’s darkness threatened to smother her frail body, so too did an even more profound darkness threaten to smother her heart. “K-Kaito… K-Kaito…” she whimpered as she clung to her ray gun with all her meager strength.
It was an incredibly juvenile thing for a young woman of eighteen years to be doing, objectively speaking, yet Norika had always been meek and childish, something not helped by the scrawny, almost emaciated appearance of her illness-ravaged body. Yet, Norika didn’t care. This “toy” was a precious gift from the one person to ever treat her with kindness, and now that he was gone, it was all she had left of him. He had said it would give her strength, and she desperately wanted to believe his words. How often had they practiced using the gun to banish fears and unhappy thoughts. “Pew pew!” she would voice as she pretended to shoot those phantasmal foes, taking courage from the “weapon” her brother had promised would protect her just as well as he had. She tried to do that now, but the words wouldn’t come. Only tears. In the depths of her broken heart, Norika knew the truth. She was utterly, completely powerless and utterly, completely alone.
Yet, as she would soon discover, neither of those things were true…
The sudden flickering of her nightlight was Norika’s first indication that something wasn’t quite right. Peeking out from under her covers, the timid girl gave voice to a frightened gasp as she watched the shadows swirl and coalesce into the menacing form of a nightmarish monstrosity, a chittering, writhing mass of viscus tendrils and segmented, insectoid limbs, all tipped by wickedly curving spines. Eyes wide as she shuddered with indescribable terror, Norika instinctively whipped out her ray gun and pointed it at the monstrous horror’s mosquito-like head. “P-P-Pew, p-p-pew…” she whimpered in a barely-audible voice as she ineffectually squeezed the trigger. Tears continued to stream down her cheeks and her weak heart pounded like a jackhammer, threatening to completely give out at any moment. Yet, even so, she noticed that while her “weapon” might not have managed to harm the monster, the creature had stopped moving forward. In fact, it had completely frozen in place.
A moment later, the terrified girl realized that a cat had sat itself down on her bed. A cat with a static-filled tv screen for a head. Even as Norika’s eyes were drawn to that flickering screen, the static faded, only to be replaced by a scene even more nightmarish than the one she currently found herself in. It showed her brother’s limousine being attacked by the very creature now frozen before her bed. It showed her brother being violently pulled out of the mangled wreckage. It showed the creature’s spiked proboscis extending. It showed…
Norika screamed. It was a scream of anguish, a scream of horror, but also, far more than anything else, it was a scream of rage. In that instant, Norika’s heart shattered completely, only to be reforged an instant later by a dark power of unimaginable potency. Glowing, sickly energy surged from deep within her, remaking the fearful and fragile girl into something, into someone, far stronger and far more terrifying… Like a butterfly emerging from a chrysalis, Nyxia Torrentia, Neon Tempest of the Ultraviolet Rainbow emerged from the pitiful remains of Norika Tsukishima to utterly annihilate the wretched thing that had dared to kill her beloved brother. The ruinous beam disgorged by her massively enlarged ray gun utterly rent the hapless monster asunder, splattering its smoldering remains all across the once-immaculate chamber.
Her mouth spread wide in a sadistic grin as she gleefully took note of her accomplishment and reveled in the gleeful euphoria it filled her with, Nyxia tossed her head back and unleashed a deafening peal of psychotic laughter.
“YES!!!” she cried in deranged delight. “DIE YOU MOTHER FUCKING SHIT STAIN!!!” she screamed as she fired at the creature’s remains again and again. “DIE, DIE, DIE!!! HAHAHAHAHAAAA!!!”
Collapsing back onto her bed in utter exhaustion, Nyxia hugged her enormous energy cannon tight to her heaving chest.
“T-Thank you, baby,” she whispered, before giving the weapon an affectionate kiss. “Y-you really did protect mommy, didn’t you…” she murmured, before slipping off into a deep and contented slumber.
It might have been the worst day of her young life, but it was also unquestionably the best night.
• Other: Due to a combination of her poor health and her family’s vast wealth, Norika was home schooled (when she was even healthy enough to attend lessons), and so is not currently a member of Hibusa High’s Detention Club.
Ideally she'll join early during the first arc, you'll likely see why but it's cool to have her not be a member to start! The detention club will probably go out of their way to recruit magical girls anyway so then will be the best chance.
And yeah, I figured she was just filled with so many negative emotions that her soul was corrupted instantly, works for me!
@TheWendil I wasn't planning on having her go out of her way to antagonize the other DMGs, and I'd be open to having her join the club eventually as well.
Also, yeah, that was what I was going with, as far as "instant corruption" was concerned. The experience with that first Miseria was so soul-destroying that she turned dark pretty much immediately.
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