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In Symphony on High → 9 mos ago Forum: Advanced Roleplay
True, but nah, being an ultra-narcissist is Nykannis' shtick lol


Who?
In Symphony on High → 9 mos ago Forum: Advanced Roleplay
No one says she can't be both.

You could even have her buy the plushie of herself!
In Symphony on High → 9 mos ago Forum: Advanced Roleplay
You're not bringing back Valk?
In Symphony on High → 9 mos ago Forum: Advanced Interest Checks
Whatever do you mean?

Also, I suppose this might be interesting.

We'll have to see if I can think of a suitable character...
In March of the White Rabbit: A Roll-Your-Own Magical Girl Roleplay → 9 mos ago Forum: Advanced Roleplay

Chapter Five-
Gotta Catch 'Em All!

Part One- The Secret Lives of Magical Schoolteachers!

Holy crap... That's long enough to be the title of the next big light novel series...
-Kate


Predictably, Kate was able to arrange for Justice Rider Blaze and Horizon Rider to face each other in the WFC’s second round, and by the time the match ended in Blaze’s favor, the photographer had accrued a wealth of excellent shots of the two fighters. Not only were they two of the most popular Nomads in recent polls, but Kate knew that there were also plenty of wealthy parties who would pay through the nose for the inside scoop on the pair’s classified equipment and abilities. As one of the most advanced creations ever developed by Minerva Defense Logistics, Blaze’s signature EX-System’s full capabilities were a closely-guarded secret, while Horizon Rider’s very nature as a genetically engineered combat organism was known to only a select few in Horizon Frontiers itself. Yet, thanks to her camera, all of this forbidden knowledge was now Kate’s to do with as she saw fit.

After sending her photos to FNN HQ and her secret data to the relevant parties, Kate headed over to watch angsty cyborg Justin Haggar’s match against Lucas Miller, a spineless nobody who had somehow made it to the third round of the tournament after a string of bizarre misfortunes had befallen his first two opponents. It was an interesting match, to be sure (with Lucas ultimately winning in yet another spectacular upset), but as the photographer would soon discover, it had nothing on what was occurring down in the Power Stone Vault. Indeed, would-be robotic overlord Oh-One had chosen that moment to steal the Stone, and when his plans were opposed by a hastily assembled team of Nomads, the rogue AI had unleashed the full might of his mechanical forces. Although Kate had initially planned to watch the end of the tournament, before heading down to the beach, the Stone’s theft brought the event to a quite literally crashing halt, and trying to survive the assault of an army of killer robots was most definitely not what Kate called “fun in the sun…”

Thus, the photographer had made a swift exit and shifted her focus to her newest assignment. If she were a more sensitive individual, like Connie, she might have been concerned for the safety of the Nomads she’d chatted with, but Kate was confident that they’d be able to look after themselves. As for her latest job, she already had photos of Oros the Swift and Oros the Mad, which just left the Wise, the Shrewd, the Joyful, and any others Nykannis might have discovered. Figuring it would be best to save the Wise for last, Kate decided to start with what she hoped would be the easier of the remaining two currently-known iterations. From what information Nykannis had provided, Oros the Shrewd worked as a teacher at Ayame High School, in her universe’s version of Tokyo. Figuring it would be best to simply wait for her subject to leave the building once class let out, Kate took a seat on one of the benches just outside the school and made herself comfortable.

But as Kate waited, she would come to realize that something was off about her surroundings. It wasn’t anything most people would pick up, just subtle things that drew her senses. Despite sitting in an open area, there was no wind. There were no vehicles driving by, or pedestrians walking about. No pigeons in flight, no vehicles driving around. Japan was a peaceful country in most reality plenums, but it was never this quiet. 

"If it isn’t the photographer from earlier." The druid from earlier seemed to appear behind Kate’s bench. Or maybe he was always there and Kate only noticed him now. "Do you enjoy the scenery? I have a feeling it’s going to be this way for a very long time. But if you wouldn’t mind doing me a favor…." The Druid looked at the school. "I think there’s some people in there that may need your help. I didn’t get a good look, but it looks like they found something in a locker. You were able to help those two Nomads, I don’t see why you couldn’t assist here as well."

“Gah!” Kate yelped at the druid’s sudden appearance. The lack of any notable activity might have been growing a little unnerving, but it was nothing compared to pretty much the last person she’d expect to find at this particular place popping up out of seemingly thin air.

“U-Uh, h-hey,” she greeted with an awkward chuckle. “S-Sorry about that,” she apologized, scratching the back of her head. “Ya kinda took me by surprise there. Oh, uh, I guess I could check it out…” she added with a slight frown when he mentioned people possibly needing her help. “But I don’t know how much good a simple photographer’s gonna do, unless they need a picture taken,” she noted with a grin. “By the way, did you… follow me here?”

The last thing she needed was a stalker, especially one this creepy, and what was up with him asking for her help twice in a row? After all, she didn’t think she really looked like the hero type. In fact, she did everything she could to simply blend into the background, so having this mysterious druid repeatedly approach her was beginning to raise some serious warning flags…

"It’s interesting." The druid began. "After things went…interestingly at the competition, I decided to check up on someone. I am just as surprised to see you here." He didn’t look away from the school. "I would enter the school myself, but I feel my appearance would make that problematic. Not that I mind problems. But with you here there is no need to involve myself." He turned to face Kate. "What brings a photographer to a normal school?"

“Well, I’m a freelance photographer,” Kate explained. “And someone hired me to photograph a few members of the school’s faculty. You said you wanted to check up on someone, so does that mean you know one of them?” she inquired. “Or was it one of the students?”

The druid looked over his shoulder at Kate. With a shrug, he turned his whole body to face her. "To specify, I’m interested in aberrations. I’m something of a photographer myself. Did I mention that before? Regardless, there are many such aberrations in this school, all waiting to have their pictures taken. Though I do not feel like it would be in good faith to continue talking about them without their consent. It’s the same reason I won’t press you for details about your client. It’s not proper to delve into just anyone’s secrets, correct?" 

“Uh, yeah,” Kate agreed. “Client confidentiality is pretty important in my line of work, no doubt about it. Sooo, you’re a photographer, too, huh?” she inquired. It was oddly coincidental, to be sure, but Kate decided to remain cordial towards the strange druid, at least for the time being. “In that case, did ya wanna lead the way to where this trouble’s goin’ on? Odds are, we’re here to photograph the same subjects, and if they’re the ones in danger, we should probably try to get a few snapshots before somethin’ happens to ‘em, right?” she added with a grin.

"That is not advised." The druid fret his brow. "To clarify, I hadn’t realized how bad things were until just recently. I have no intention of entering the school." He began to walk away. "But if you need guidance, I think you’ll find something’s off with the lockers. I overheard someone talking about them."

Figures this guy would leave everything to me…

“The lockers, huh? Well, okay then,” Kate said as she slowly rose to her feet. “Guess I’ll be seein’ ya around.”

With that, Kate made her way into the school. Although a part of her was glad the unnerving druid wouldn’t be joining her, another part couldn’t help but feel it was better to have the strange being where she could keep an eye on him. While he didn’t seem hostile, the photographer wasn’t about to let her guard down, especially when the ambiguous “trouble” she was heading towards was concerning enough on its own. Despite her myriad talents, Kate hated the idea of involving herself in a potential conflict, a fact she was never hesitant to point out. With that in mind, the idea of blindly walking into who-knows-what was a distinctly unappealing proposition. Thankfully, she had just the tool with which to gain additional insights on the situation at hand…

As she approached the school building, Kate took a photo of the edifice, with the idea of potentially learning more about whatever unpleasantness was occurring within it. Then, just before opening the school’s front doors, she flipped her camera around and took a quick snapshot of the area behind her. With any luck, she’d manage to catch the druid unawares and find out a bit more about him in the process, although she was fairly sure he’d already disappeared in his usual mysterious fashion.

And that was the case here as well. The druid was nowhere to be seen when Kate looked back. But her camera did pick up an anomaly. The entire world was frozen inside a time stop spell. Not only that, but there was a pocket dimension that was incubating a monster. Of course, the time stop spell ensured that it would never fully mature. There was a portal to this dimension somewhere in the school, and Kate had an idea she knew where she’d find it. 

Sure enough, she found a portal in the hallway with all the school lockers. Anyone would hesitate seeing such an ominous thing, but Kate couldn’t really back out now. She had a job to do, and her client wouldn’t accept failure. Besides, the monster was frozen in time. There was nothing it could really do. 

When Kate entered, she was treated to a most unusual spectacle. She stood on a sports field, complete with chalked lines, yet festival stalls in every garish color imaginable had been haphazardly set up all over it, some of them even piled up on top of each other with broken canopies. The sides of some bore doors for some reason, hanging off of their hinges, signs with school club names taped to them. Streamers ran between them in a tangle, adorned with what looked like report papers or assignments. Some of the stalls were on fire, yet the flames weren't spreading. They were frozen along with the passage of time. All this between bars that arched up around the field like a cage, silhouetted against a red sky.

But even further ahead was a great battle. It looked a bit like a diorama, with magical girls and monster frozen in place. But not everything was still. Towards the back of the group, a magical girl chef was having a casual conversation with a magical girl rockstar.

“Are… Are you Amber?!” The rockstar’s eyes went wide at the realization.  

"Amber?" The chef held her ladle to her chin. "That name sounds familiar. Like the memory of a childhood friend that never goes away. I think my name started with an ‘O’ of all things. Ophilia? Olivia? Odessa? Olga?" She placed a hand on her hip and snorted. "It matters not. You were the one that said we had a job to do. We can sort out my identity once the dungeon boss has been felled." She started to fill one of her vials with a glowing orange liquid.

“Alright, fine,” the punk rocker retorted as she readied her bladed guitar. “But after we’ve wiped this shit stain and saved that kid, ya seriously gotta get yer head checked out.”

Meanwhile, after taking a moment to survey her surreal surroundings, Kate noticed the only two entities not currently freeze framed (And although her own freeze frame ability couldn’t affect anywhere near this many people, the irony of the situation didn’t escape her). Figuring that one of these had to be Oros the Shrewd, she simply snapped a picture of each young woman and consulted her display. Sure enough, the shorter, pink-haired girl was indeed her subject, (with the other young woman being one Aiko Misugi, aka Nails), and that meant her reason for being here was now complete. If she was a more altruistic individual, Kate might have considered sticking around to help defeat the monster and rescue the captive student, or, if she was an individual possessing even a shred of Nykannis’s curiosity, at least investigate the cause behind the mysterious temporal freeze, but the photographer was neither of those things. If someone was paying her, that would be a different story, but as it was, the creepy druid had merely requested her help, and as far as Kate was concerned, that really didn’t amount to much. However, just as she was turning to leave the monster’s pocket dimension, she heard a voice call out.

“Hey! Just who tha hell are you?!”

Crap…

"Another under equipped fellow in the dungeon?" Amber unclipped her coin purse and threw the entire thing at Kate. "At least get a skull cap! Who knows when the rubble will come toppling over." Despite the stasis spell being in effect, The monster started to move. As if the presence of the coin purse in Kate’s possession was enough to will the creature out of it. "Cronomancer! Are you on hiatus? Bah!" She flung the orange potion towards Kate. "Drink that potion of strength. It’ll help keep you safe anyway.”

“W-What the…?!” Kate stammered as the potion and coin purse were thrown at her. “Uh, thanks, but I’m not really a fighter,” the photographer protested, even as she caught both items. “I just kinda took a wrong turn and wound up here.”

“So yer a student?” the punk rocker asked with a raised eyebrow. “Then why tha hell ain’t ya wearin’ a uniform?”

“Oh, uh, I’m not a student,” Kate corrected, even as she backed away from both the monster and the magical girls. “I’m just a simple photographer. So, uh, I’ll just get out of your way now,” she added with a slightly nervous chuckle, while preparing to make a dash for the exit.

The next one to speak wasn’t any of the magical girls, but the monster at the end of the sport’s yard. It was a giant doll dressed up in a tattered school uniform. The marinette doll’s strings disappeared into the sky, and its eye sockets were filled with fire. Its gaze was locked onto Kate. ”Just a photographer?!” The puppet took a clumsy step forward. It was supported by its strings, so the haphazard movement of its legs didn’t matter. ”I’m not going to pose for you! I’m not going to do what anyone wants! I want my own freedom!” With a crack, the monster lunged forwards. The time spell no longer restrained the creature. 

With a flail of its arm, a burning grandstand fell out of the sky and crumpled into a massive heap in front of the exit portal. An expeditious escape was no longer possible.

"Fighter or not, you’re here now!" Oros the Shrewd drew a pair of frying pans from her massive backpack. They were held together by a short chain. "Seek cover, and don’t drop my money!" Was her warcry before racing after the giant fire-eyed puppet.

Cover? Kate thought as she looked over the various highly unsafe objects scattered around the periphery of the field with a dubious frown. Screw that…

Quickly placing the money pouch and the potion vile in her coat pockets, the photographer produced an ornate whistle. If her surroundings provided no suitable cover, then she would just have to create her own. No sooner had she blown on the whistle, then a pair of enormous demonic lions in spiky obsidian armor appeared before her, shielding the photographer from the monstrous marionette’s flailing charge.

Meanwhile, the punk rocker was assisting her pink-haired ally.

“Hey ass wipe!” she called up to the ambling monster. “Yer gonna love this piece, it’s called ‘Chill tha Fuck Out’!” Shredding her guitar with furious intensity, she sent several waves of sonic force, as well as a few jagged musical notes, crashing into the monster’s head.

The doll’s head rocked around on its shoulders with each blow. A crack formed right over its ear that belched fire out the side. ”LEave me alone!” The doll threw out its arms, and a tornado of burning sports peripherals surrounded it. While they started close to the doll’s body, their orbit expanded at an exponential rate. The gorelions winced as their massive bodies were bombarded by flaming debris. A giant cricket bat, running shoes, homework. But it wasn’t just the gorelions that were in trouble. The magical girls were at risk of getting hit too. But one ran through the flames with her weapon drawn. 

"By the might of GLORY!” Oros the Shrewd was quite nimble without her backpack. She raced up to the doll and smacked it in the ankle. Then it’s shin. She treated the chained pans like a set of nunchucks and it was somehow working.  Though like Nails’ attack, this only caused its body to crack and leak flames.

“Nice work!” the rocker commended, even as she used the bladed edge of her guitar to chop through the various pieces of flaming paraphernalia like a literal axe. “But what tha hell are tha others just standin’ around for?!”

“So, she finally noticed, huh?” Kate muttered. It was a strange conundrum, to be sure, not to mention inconvenient, but the photographer was confident that her two pets would be able to provide the active pair of magical girls with all the help they’d need. Indeed, after being briefly staggered by the twisted doll’s sudden attack, the two APEX-Grade armored gorelions went on the offensive.

“WITNESS TRUE STRENGTH!!!” the first roared as it sent the next wave of blazing projectiles hurtling back towards the monstrous marionette with a mighty swipe of its gargantuan, armored paw. Meanwhile, the second opened its pitch black maw impossibly wide, before sending a Beam of Unmaking surging into the creature’s cracked cranium.

All of the projectile spam was making the situation hairy for Oros. So hairy that if Ari was going to GM this bit, he would undoubtedly have some of the burning debris slam into her. But the pint sized chef was nimble and aware of her surroundings. A grandstand exploded when it collided with the doll, and Oros spun like a dervish. Her pans slapped the debris away as fast as they could come. But the real devastation was happening up by the doll’s head.  It cracked open, and a school boy fell out of the wound. The doll had lost its puppet master along with its ability to move. The strings became loose as the whole mess fell.

The chef lunged for the boy and caught them mid air. She braced for a hard landing, but nothing could have prepared her for the force generated by the doll’s collapse. The ground shook when the monster crashed into it. Oros closed her eyes and braced for what came next, which was a hot explosion of light. It was loud and bright enough that it could be seen through one’s eyelids.

Once the light dimmed, all that was left of the doll was a smoldering pile of ash. The chef looked at the boy in her arms. "Are you alright, Watanabe?”

The boy only groaned in response. He made a peace sign with his hand before crossing his arms over his chest. 

"He’s safe!” Oros turned to look at Nails. "That monster wasn’t so bad. However…” She looked at the single gorelion that stood at her back. "Can we trust that such planner entities won’t stir up more trouble?” Her eyes drifted over to Kate.

“Heck if I know,” Kate replied as she blinked away the spots in her eyes from the monster’s blinding demise. “And were’s Gary?!” she asked, sounding significantly more alarmed as she rapidly looked around. “He was just here a moment ago!”

“Tha hell’s Gary?” Nails asked. “An’ what tha fuck’s this thing?!” she added, finally noticing the armored demonic lion sitting nearby.

“She’s one of my gorelions,” Kate explained with clear annoyance. “And Gary’s the other one.”

“Thought ya said ya were just some photographer?” the punk rocker asked dubiously.

“I am,” Kate shot back. “Doesn’t mean I can’t have pets.”

"Pets are for comfort. Those are a bit more than that.” Oros folded her arms behind her back and approached the photographer. "As for ‘Gary’, he was there one moment, and gone after the flash. Did he leave?” The path back outside had been cleared out, but it was far too small for a gorelion to fit through.  "What are you even doing here? Do you typically take pictures of dungeons such as this one?”

“I was hired to photograph some stuff here,” Kate replied, unable to completely keep the annoyance she felt at Gary’s strange disappearance out of her voice. “And I typically go wherever my clients need me to,” she added in a snide tone. “Sometimes those places can be kinda dangerous, so I decided it’d be a good idea to get some protection,” the photographer explained, gesturing to her sole remaining gorelion. “And yeah, pets can provide protection as well as comfort. I mean, haven’t ya ever heard of guard dogs?”

"So that’s a yes then.” Oros tapped her chin with her ladle, totally ignoring Kate’s attempt to argue hypotheticals. "Unfortunately I’m a little new to this whole thing myself. You helped us, and I’d like to help you in return.” Oros extended her hand. "If you aren’t going to buy a suit of armor, maybe I can help you find your ‘guard dog’ instead. Though I’m not sure how something so large could just vanish like that. It wouldn’t happen to have access to illusion or transmutation magic would it?”

“Nope, he’s mostly just a straight forward fighter,” Kate explained. “Besides, why would he hide now that the battle’s over? Uh, thanks for the help, though,” she added, slightly surprised by the pink-haired girl’s offer. “Gotta say, I really wasn’t expectin’ ya to be particularly concerned with my problems, especially since it looks like you’ve got your own issues to deal with,” the photographer noted, gesturing to Oros’s still freeze-framed companions. As she did so, Kate activated her Third Eye to see if she could discern the source of the mysterious temporal stasis, as well as if Gary had left any sort of trail behind in the wake of his equally mysterious disappearance.

“Yeah, that’s weirdin’ me out, too,” Nails chimed in. “Kohaku looked like she had some kinda time magic, right? Ya think this is all ‘cause she went a little overboard with one of ‘er spells?”

Oros nodded. "Probably.” Kate’s Third Eye confirmed as much, although if the missing gorelion had left a trail, no sign was forthcoming. "She seemed taken back once she realized which student it was. I wouldn’t put it past the chronomancer to put her all into her next attack. I suppose she went a little overboard.”  Oros cleared her throat and wiggled her fingers. "I’ll take my money back if you don’t need it.”

“Sure thing,” Kate replied, handing the coin pouch back to the pinkette. “Welp, I should probably get goin’ now,” the photographer added, even as her sole remaining “pet” returned to her whistle. “I’m pretty sure I know someone who can help me find Gary, and I’ve got a feelin’ I’ll be seein’ ‘em sooner, rather than later… Oh, and, uh, good luck with the whole ‘temporal stasis’ thing.”

After examining the pouch, Oros approached her back pack. "I’m sure she’ll snap out of it. Even if I have to wait months for her mana to run dry first, I’m sure our story doesn’t end here.”

“Yeah,” Nails agreed with a toothy grin, while resting her guitar on her shoulder. “We can’t let our first gig be our… Did you say MONTHS?!!”
In March of the White Rabbit: A Roll-Your-Own Magical Girl Roleplay → 9 mos ago Forum: Advanced Roleplay



Pentius-04 had to keep from rolling her eyes at Lily’s ditzy response. Still, as annoying as her air-headed charge was, the greenette’s antics were at least predictable. Ronin’s little “speech”, on the other hand, was another matter entirely. Based upon what 04 had learned from the samurai’s personality profile, the girl’s exceptionally caustic response was quite out of character. While others had expressed some reservations about Doctor Kannis’s trustworthiness, none had even come close to the level of vitriol Ronin had unleashed. Indeed, the bodyguard reflected, her creator must have really struck a nerve, an achievement said creator seemed to be taking considerable pride in, much to 04’s dismay…

“Doctor Kannis wishes for me to inform you that she is exceedingly pleased to have evoked such a passionate response,” 04 told Ronin with all the emotionless stoicism she could muster. “She would also like you to know that, out of all the members of the, quote ‘Penrose Pack’, end quote, she considers you to be one of her favorites.”

04 didn’t correct Penny when the Mechanical Monarch mentioned that Doctor Kannis was probably looking for the Nexus as well, especially since her creator’s own response was nothing more than a fit of maniacal laughter…

Subsequent developments were not of any real concern, at least, until Lily decided to leave the interdimensional home and check on her boyfriend. Stepping back into the park, it didn’t take long to realize that Alex had completely disappeared, prompting Lily to rejoin the meeting and begin freaking out.

“Um, I am sure we shall locate him soon enough,” 04 said in an admittedly lackluster attempt to calm her charge down somewhat. For a moment, she considered consulting with her creator, but the deranged doctor was still laughing her head off…






As the meeting dragged on, the Angel was beginning to find herself increasingly bored. After all, there really wasn’t much she could do, aside from gasping in shock at Ronin’s scathing assessment of Nykannis (even if she did agree with it internally) and wishing the impromptu search party success in finding the missing Cradle members.

When the fuck is this stupid meeting going to be over?

A potential answer to that question came a moment later when Lily began screeching that her boyfriend had disappeared, bringing the meeting to an equally screeching halt.

“Good Heavens!” the Angel cried in horror. “How absolutely awful! Could this be the work of whatever heinous fiends are responsible for the disappearance of the companions those other champions so valiantly departed to find?” she inquired.

Or this could just be his way of dumping you, you ditzy bitch…






Connie was broken out of her concern for Cradle’s missing members when Ronin began giving her… “thoughts” on Doctor Nykannis. To say the masked maiden was taken aback was a bit of an understatement. In all the (admittedly rather brief) time that she’d know the samurai, Connie had never seen her act in such a hostile manner toward anyone, so her behavior now was quite shocking, to say the least. However, those concerns evaporated a moment later, when some considerably more alarming information was made known.

“O-Oh my gosh!” Connie cried upon hearing Lily’s frantic announcement of Alex’s disappearance. “W-What c-could have h-happened t-to him?!”

“Based upon what little information we have, I believe it is quite reasonable to assume that, since Wonderland’s forces were responsible for the abduction of Her Majesty’s associate, they are also the party behind Alexander’s disappearance, and perhaps even the missing Cradle members' as well,” Gaia noted, while placing a comforting arm around her masked friend’s shoulder.

“T-Then w-we should s-start s-searching r-right away!” Connie insisted clenching her trembling hands into determined fists. “B-Before anything h-happens to them!”
In Kurai Majokko → 9 mos ago Forum: Casual Roleplay


“Talented at making soulless abominations for my baby to kill,” Nyxia snarked back at Kiyo after the crimson-eyed girl had made her entrance by praising Suki’s cooking. “And how the hell would you even know?” The Neon Tempest inquired, her eyes narrowing as she placed a hand on her hip. “I didn’t see you at last night’s pitiful excuse for a meal.” Then again, she hadn’t exactly been paying much attention to anyone outside of her immediate vicinity, but such facts were of little concern to the teal-haired girl. None of her “club mates” had been particularly cordial to her, so she saw no reason to extend any such courtesy to them, either.

Well, almost none. Suki was a notable exception, although the shamelessly flirty girl seemed to make passes at pretty much everyone, so did that really count? Heck, even the whole “dinner thing” seemed more like a pathetic attempt to get everyone to like her than anything else. Even now, the girl was talking about sharing the malign meal’s leftovers.

“My baby doesn’t really like to share, and neither do I,” Nyxia informed the sharp-toothed girl. “But I suppose I could make an attempt,” she added with an annoyed and overly dramatic sigh.

By this point, the dazed and quite possibly stoned out of her mind Tsubomi finally got around to answering Nyxia’s sarcastic question, pointing to the club’s actual mascot. “Well, for what it’s worth, I think a gloomy, dead-to-the-world girl like you is a far better embodiment of the suffocating, soulless nature of Rei’s little collection of sycophants than that thing,” The Neon Tempest replied with a smirk, even as she spared a glance at the tv-headed cat. It looked a lot like the strange being that had appeared in her room the night she’d gotten her powers, and she couldn’t help but idly wonder if it was the same creature.
In Kurai Majokko → 9 mos ago Forum: Casual Roleplay

Norika sighed in a mixture of relief and despair as her personal tutor departed for the day. Unlike her beloved brother who had always excelled in his studies, she had always struggled, often failing to grasp even basic concepts in math, science, and literature. In the past, her dear Kaito had helped her whenever he could, giving her the advice and encouragement she so desperately longed for. Her actual tutors, on the other hand, seemed more interested in berating her, disparaging her every effort, and never holding back in expressing their frustration at her lack of progress. In fact, it seemed like the only reason her parents continued to fund her lessons was so that she would have a constant reminder of just how utterly pathetic and worthless she really was…

“Oh Kaito…” Norika whispered as she pressed her delicate hands against her chest and the ray gun pendant hidden under her clothes. “I-I wish you were still here…”

Fighting back tears, the frail young woman looked up at her ornate wall clock. It was almost time. School had just let out, and although Norika’s feeble constitution had always prevented her from attending classes, her new membership in Rei’s “Detention Club” necessitated a visit to Hibusa High for her inaugural club meeting. Although a part of her found the idea of spending an entire meeting simply socializing with her fellow club mates to be tedious in the extreme, another part of her couldn’t help but be intrigued by the thought of actually going to a school for the first time in her life. Plus, if the previous night’s fiasco of a meal was anything to go by, there was no telling what interesting surprises might present themselves. Thus, after taking a deep breath, Norika called upon the vast power stored within her pendant, allowing it to once again transform her into…



Slipping out of her palatial home, The Neon Tempest leapt from rooftop to rooftop, relishing the strength and vitality her magical girl form provided. The invisibility from mundane eyes was an added benefit, although Nyxia didn’t really care if people could see her or not. After all, it wasn’t as though they could recognize her, in any case. Yes, being like this was worlds removed from her everyday life as weak, pitiful Norika, and she often found herself lamenting the fact that she would eventually have to return to that depressing existence. Still, that was an issue for the future. Right now, in the blissful interlude between the suffocating control of her parents and Rei’s club, she was truly free, free to celebrate the joy of having a body that actually worked, a body that was strong, agile, and beautiful. Performing a series of somersaults, splits, handstands, and impromptu pole dances on her gigantic death ray, Nyxia laughed with wild abandon as she made her way to Hibusa High.

Although she had never been to the school before, she still knew its general location, and soon enough, she came within sight of its sprawling campus. Jumping onto the roof of the main building, she sprinted along until she was over the club room Rei had marked on the map she’d provided. Dropping off the roof, The Neon Tempest made a three-point landing, before slipping in through the half-open window. As it happened, she hadn’t been the first to arrive.

“Well, well, if it isn’t Suki, shittiest chef in the whole fucking world,” Nyxia greeted. “Bring any snack monsters for me to feed my precious baby?” she inquired with a smirk, while gently caressing her death ray. “And just who the fuck might you be?” The Neon Tempest added as she turned her attention to the gloomy-looking girl next to Suki. “The club mascot?”
In March of the White Rabbit: A Roll-Your-Own Magical Girl Roleplay → 10 mos ago Forum: Advanced Roleplay



In the aftermath of Nykannis’s little speech, Pentius-04 found herself feeling more uncomfortable than ever. Getting mistaken for Alex and subsequently hugged by Lily had been bad enough, but now problematic comments were being made about her esteemed creator, comments said creator was certain to have responses for. Responses 04 herself would be forced to convey…

“Miss Lily, Doctor Kannis has instructed me to inform you that you will be waiting for an exceedingly long time,” 04 began after her charge had declared that she would wait as long as it took for Nykannis to be her friend. “In addition, she would prefer that you refer to her by her full title. Furthermore, Miss Ronin,” the bodyguard continued, turning to address the small samurai. “Doctor Kannis would have you know that she is not, in fact, a ‘tsun’, and that you should look up the proper definition of that word before ever employing it again.”

Obviously, Nykannis had used language of a considerably harsher nature, but 04 wished to at least be somewhat tactful…






“Oh, goodness! That is so very kind of you!” the Angel gushed when Rose offered to convey the support group’s troubles to the Keeper. “This humble servant shall of course provide you with all the relevant information once this meeting has adjourned, noble champion,” she added with a gracious and demure bow.

I can’t fuckin’ believe it… This might actually work…

Shortly thereafter, the gathering moved into Connie’s interdimensional home, and the Angel marveled at the various sights the new venue had on display. “Good heavens! Such a wonderfully wholesome ambiance!”

What is this girl, five? Fuck, for someone who looks like a horror movie reject, she’s almost as bad as that kawaiiko bitch over there…

After thanking Connie for her generous offer to host the meeting, the Angel drifted into the background to allow said meeting to continue in all its tedious banality. Things did get more interesting with Doctor Nykannis’s arrival and subsequent rant, but this ultimately proved to be merely a brief diversion, and the Angel was left to wonder whether or not the mad scientist could actually back up her audacious claims.

Tangental reality layers? What kinda technobabble bullshit is that?! I’ll bet that scrawny bitch is just some stupid chuuni who’s nothing but empty talk, which these morons are gullible enough to actually believe…








“Y-You’re v-very w-welcome!” Connie replied, her mask forming a happy smile as Lily and the others thanked her and began “placing their orders”, as it were. It brought great joy to her kind heart to know that everyone was making themselves right at home. Speaking of, the timid girl’s smile grew even wider at the utterly adorable sight of Mariette’s ever growing plush pile. Thanks to the magic of the home, even the portal witch’s attempt at monopolizing the plushies wouldn’t prevent others from enjoying them as well. Indeed, when MDP and Mariette had each grabbed one side of a colorful rainbow caterpillar and began to pull it towards themselves, the soft creature simply duplicated itself. “I-I’m s-so glad you l-like them, M-Mariette,” Connie told the portal witch. “G-Gosh! Y-You look s-so adorable!”

“Yeah~! (giggle!)” MDP agreed, hugging her own little friends tightly as she bounced up and down in her seat. “Like, Mariettey Wettey’s pile wile of friendy wendies is, like, super duper adorable worable~! (giggle!)”

As the meeting continued, and Nykannis made her short appearance, Connie couldn’t help but frown at the mad scientist’s condescending tone. She was happy for the help, of course, but she wished that the diminutive doctor would have been a little nicer.

“Like, Nykannis Wannis just gets grumpy wumpy sometimey wimeies~” MDP explained to Ronin, when the small samurai asked if Nykannis was being tsun. “Like, she may not be the nicest wicest person werson right nowie,” the whimsical girl continued. “But, like, Magical Dream Princess just knows that’ll changey wangey once she gets more friendy wendies~! (giggle!) After allsie, befriending wending grumpy wumpy people weple is, like, totally wotally what magical wagical girls do~! (giggle!)” she declared, as if it was a perfectly obvious conclusion to reach.

“Well said, Your Highness,” Gaia noted with a serene nod. “And Lily is correct. Doctor Nykannis provided considerable aid to our efforts to evacuate Bolorton, as I can personally attest. Although I do not know what her ulterior motivations may be, if any exist to begin with,” the verdant maiden continued. “I believe we can trust her claim of ensuring Penrose’s safety, at the very least.”

However, it was around then that Binky began having something of a minor freak out.

“O-Oh g-gosh!” Connie gasped when Binky insisted to be allowed to leave. “W-What’s g-going on?!” she asked, even as she opened a door for the panicking greenette. “I-Is e-everything a-all right?!”

“Maura’s dropped off the magicom network,” Valerie replied succinctly. “Same with some of our other agents.”

“We need to investigate the cause, but hopefully it shouldn’t be anything too bad,” Amanda reassured her masked friend.

“Golly wolly! Like, Magical Dream Princess wants to helpy welpy, too!” MDP announced as she jumped up and bounced over to Connie and the Cradle agents.

“This is a Cradle matter,” Valerie told her. “We can handle it on our own.”

“Val’s right, Dreamy,” Amanda added with a sympathetic smile. “We’ve got this.”

“B-But, like, there’s nothing wothing for Magical Dream Princess to do at this meeting weeting, and like, she’s gotta wotta helpy welpy if her best friendy wendy in the whole wide worldsie is in trouble wouble, so, like, can she pleeeease helpy welpy, Pastel-chaaaan?” the whimsical girl begged, clasping her hands together, and frowning plaintively. “Pretty pretty pleasey weasey with a cherry werry on toppy woppy?”

“Fine, you can come with,” Amanda relented, shaking her head in mixture of exasperation and amusement. “You know I can’t turn down that face.”

“Yaaay~!” MDP cheered, giving the dream magician a hug. “Thankie wankies, Pastel-Chan~! (giggle!)”

“G-Good luck!” Connie called to the departing quartet, before closing the door after them.

I really hope everything’s going to be all right…
In March of the White Rabbit: A Roll-Your-Own Magical Girl Roleplay → 10 mos ago Forum: Advanced Roleplay



“Like, she can makey wakey a fake city witty, just like the people weple who sent that paper waper airplaney waney suggested wested~!” MDP explained in her usual cheerful and idiosyncratic manner when Miko asked additional questions. “And, like, if everybodywody asked super duper nicely wicely, then Magical Dream Princess is, like, super duper certain wertain she’d helpy welpy~! (giggle!)” she added with a playful wink. However, the whimsical girl’s bubbly demeanor quickly shattered upon hearing what Ronin had to say about her own encounter with the Monarch of Mad Science…

Indeed, it was bad enough that Ronin had fought against some of Nykannis’s creations, but infinitely worse was being asked how MDP herself knew the mad scientist. Yes, this was a problem, no doubt about it. Although the whimsical girl hated the thought of lying to her friends, at the same time, she had promised Nykannis that she wouldn’t tell anyone about all the agonizing torments that the demented doctor had inflicted upon her, and keeping her promises was very important to a girl as idealistic as MDP. Not only that, but it took every last ounce of her willpower to fight the compulsion to simply blurt out everything that had transpired between her and the Monarch of Mad Science in a torrent of hyperactive babbling. It was difficult for the childish Princess of Dreams to focus at the best of times, but even so, she did her best to formulate a course of action in which she would be entirely truthful, while also upholding the promise she’d made.

“Weeeeell…” the whimsical girl began in a somewhat bashful manner, while clasping her hands behind her back and swaying from side to side, like a child who’d been caught stealing from the cookie jar. “Magical Dream Princess kinda winda made a little wittle mistakey wakey and sorta worta bother wothred Nykannis Wannis in her Laboratory Wory placey wacey,” she explained with an embarrassed frown. “But, like, thensie wensie Magical Dream Princess apolowologiesy wiseied to her, so, like, she and Nykannis Wannis are, like, totally wotally friendy wendies nowie~! (giggle!)” she concluded with a peace sign salute and another wink. “Like, Magical Dream Princess is super duper sorry worry that Nykannis Wannis tried to do meanie weanie stuffy wuffy to you and Sakura Wakura, but, like, Magical Dream Princess thinkie winkies that everybodywody can changy wangey, so, like, shouldn’t we give her a chancy wancy~?” MDP inquired with a small smile, while cutely tilting her head. “Also walso, Nykannis Wannis can get super duper focused wocused on thngie wingies, so, like, maybe waybe she doesn’t hate you at allsie, but just saw you as a problem woblem to be solvey wolvied~? And, like, if thatsie watsie’s the casey wasey, then, like, you can both totally wotally be friendy wendies~! (giggle!)” she cheered with a jubilant smile, jumping in the air even as small fireworks shot from her open palms to form hearts and smiley faces in the air around her.

Before Ronin or Miko could respond to MDP’s childishly naive ramblings, Connie offered to host the rest of the meeting in her interdimensional home, prompting the Princess of Dreams to grab the twins and pull them along with her through the newly-opened door (for, as Mariette had noted, only Connie herself could create an entrance to her own interdimensional home).

“Yaaay~! Hooray for Connie Wonnie~! You saved the daaay~! (giggle!)” she cheered as she skipped inside, her two companions in tow. “Magical Dream Princess thinky winkies your homey womey is, like, a super duper nicey wicey placey wacey for a super duper secret wecret meeting weeting~! (giggle!)” she added, making herself comfortable on a pillow-covered couch.




“T-Thanks, MDP,” Connie told her bubbly friend with a smile, while a slight blush reddened the alabaster cheeks of her mask. Her blush only increased a moment later, when The Angel of Hope glided past and conveyed her own gratitude.

“This humble servant is most sincerely grateful to be permitted entry into such a charming abode, generous champion,” the heavenly maiden told her timid host with a brilliant smile. “Truly, your kindness is an inspiration to us all!”

“O-Oh, um, t-thank you s-so much!” Connie stammered. The level of attention the masked maiden was receiving was making her increasingly nervous, yet she did her best to keep at least a small amount of composure.

Realizing how far out of her comfort zone the current situation had placed her best friend, Gaia swiftly moved behind Connie and began to give her a relaxing shoulder massage. “You are doing great, little sister,” she whispered gently. “And I am so very proud of you.”

Bolstered by her big sister’s support, Connie felt confident enough to carry out the rest of her duties as the meeting's new host. “W-Welcome e-everyone,” she told her guests once the last of them had hurried through the door. “P-Please make y-yourselves at h-home. O-Oh! A-And if anyone w-would like s-something to eat or d-drink, p-please don’t h-hesitate to ask!”

For those who had visited during the Christmas Party, the cozy living room they found themselves in looked quite similar to how they remembered it. There were couches furnished with pillows and blankets, walls covered in cheerful landscape paintings, a crackling fireplace, and a veritable army of cute stuffed animals covering nearly every surface. The only real difference was the lack of Christmas decorations. Also, if anyone took Connie up on her offer of catering, they would discover that, thanks to the upgrade provided by their host’s Christmas gift, they weren’t limited to simple snacks. Indeed, whatever they requested would immediately be conjured for them, regardless of how exotic or extravagant it might be.

Once everyone had settled in, talk resumed of locating Wonderland’s magical eggs and launching preemptive strikes against both them, and possibly Wonderland itself. Needless to say, this all went way over Connie’s head, but then, her main purpose here was to facilitate a successful meeting, not to contribute brilliant gambits and strategies. Indeed, the others were far better suited to such things, like Penny, who had even managed to capture a prisoner during the Bolorton evacuation. Even as Connie and the others marveled at the information Penny went on to share, Mariette spoke up, revealing the shocking news that the Queen of Hearts thought she was her daughter, something Connie hadn’t heard when it was mentioned earlier. However, it was what the portal witch said next that would have the greatest repercussions…

Much to Pentius-04’s dismay, Mariette had indeed heard MDP’s mention of Doctor Nykannis, and was now pressing the whimsical girl for additional information.

“Like, Magical Dream Princess actually wactually doesn’t know how to contacty wacty her…” the whimsical girl confessed with a slight frown, before brightening up an instant later, upon noticing a certain green-haired girl with a giant shield. “But, like, that person werson over theresie probably wobaly does~! (giggle!)” she added, while enthusiastically pointing to 04.

At this, the bodyguard gulped, her face growing increasingly pale. This was quite possibly the worst case scenario she could be in (outside of an attack on her current charge), and her mind went into overdrive as she tried to come up with the most tactful response. “Well, um, while can indeed contact my creator, I do not believe it is very likely that she will be amenable too…” her voice trailed off as a communication was received over her mental link. “Y-Yes, ma’am? I-I see… Understood.” Refocusing on the meeting’s various members, she continued. “I have just been informed that Doctor Kannis would like to personally address the gathering,” she told them, even as she held out an open palm. An instant later, a pulse of light leapt out to land in the center of the room, at which point it grew into a hologram of a diminutive young woman with long, disheveled hair and wearing a pair of glowing goggles and an oversized lab coat.

“Nyahahahaha! Greetings, idiots!” the demented doctor began. “Now, under normal circumstances, I wouldn’t even consider helping you Penrose Pack morons with anything, but I think this little shitshow of a meeting has gone on for long enough. Thus, it should please you to know that I’ve decided to protect your precious little shithole from those Wonderland rejects. No need to thank me,” Nykannis continued, holding up a frail hand, before pointing a bony finger at MDP. “Especially you, Princess. I shouldn’t have to tell you how much I fucking hate the sound of your voice, but since you have the memory of a goldfish, I figured I’d give you a helpful reminder. See, I’m not doing this for your sakes,” the Monarch of Mad Science explained, casting her glowing gaze over each of the gathered magicals. “I’m doing this because your little circle jerk is boring me to fucking tears, not to mention the fact that someone I put SO MUCH FUCKING WORK INTO recently decided to fuck off to I couldn’t even fucking care less where, and you losers are as good a bunch as any to vent my frustrations on! Honestly, I don’t know why I even BOTHERED with that pitiful failure…” she sighed, shaking her head. “Nothing was ever going to come from it,” the mad scientist added, frowning in sullen disappointment. “I mean, seriously, HIM defeat YOU?!!” she asked, pointing a bony finger at the Queen of Penrose. “NYAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!! Still, it would have been fun to watch…” she added in a soft and wistful tone once her peal of maniacal laughter had finally subsided.

“ANYWAYS, where was I?” Nykannis inquired after a moment of uncomfortable silence had passed. “Ah yes, the whole ‘fake city’ thing. Well, to be specific, what we’ll actually be doing is placing a series of nanoscopic projectors around the periphery of the greater Penrose metropolitan area which will shunt anyone bearing Wonderland’s numinosphereic magimolecular metaphysical reality signature into a tangental reality layer,” she explained as she began pacing around the room, her holographic form simply phasing through any objects or people in her path. “And by ‘we’, I of course mean me,” she clarified, while a holographic representation of Penrose appeared above the room’s center table, only for a second, purple-hued copy to lower itself atop it a moment later. “You can all just stare in awe at what my ultratechnomystical super scientific genius can accomplish, while trying not to feel too bad about your own pathetic worthlessness. So, to continue, unlike the Overcity, where a trillion and twenty-three unknown variables can fuck over any plan you might care to make, a tangental reality layer is your own personal playground, the perfect stage for a cataclysmic battle to decide the fate of the reality plenum! Once the Wonderlanders are safely in the TRL, you won’t need to worry about them causing any harm to the city’s population or infrastructure, since nothing they affect there will translate to the ‘real world’,” the Mad Scientist Supreme noted, making air quotes for the final part. “Well, outside of one notable exception, but I’m sure she’ll have more important things to worry about, since all of you idiots will be able to pop over there to fight her to your hearts’ content. As for what I want in return, well, just hurry the fuck up and finish this damn meeting already! There’s important shit to do! Questions? No? Great!” Nykannis declared with a maniacal grin. “I’d say good luck on your little Easter Egg hunt, but with the Tin Titan here leading you, I doubt you’ll need it.”

With that, both holograms winked out of existence.
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