The book of bad juju

Twisted Light - A Dystopic Magical Girl RP

Oh man, that's gonna be a hard one to wriggle out of. If Alice looks at the caller ID, Violetta's pretty much screwed.

Twisted Light - A Dystopic Magical Girl RP

Violetta took the low streets, jogging through underpasses and skipping part public parks. The early morning dark before dawn was sufficient to hide her, she didn't need to be picked out by Shadow Compact searcher lights. The fact thqt Shadow Compact searcher lights weren't actually a thing never crossed her mind as she casually vaulted over a criss-cross of metal and wire that might've once been a fence and landed cleanly on the other side. She found herself in an industrial part of town, full of humans, and chose that moment to slow down, taking in deep draughts of smoke. A thought crossed her mind. She cupped her hands and breathed into them, and was rewarded with a tiny cloud of smog circling her hands. She grinned. Of course, there was no reason this wouldn't work. Humans had put so much coal and grit and smog into the air, but she'd never thought that it'd be affected by her strange superpower as well as more mundane stuff, like steel bars and the like. She set off again, the thin wisps of smoke clinging to her like an evening dress.

She stopped when her phone rang, though. It was Adrian. The girl had been found, and she'd gone quietly. All units were to report back to their stations, and carry on their respective duties. He hadn't even said sorry. Violetta sighed, taking out her frustration on a parked car. It left a dent, but didn't make her feel any better. Maybe she was just cranky because she hadn't used a seed in a while. Whatever it was, she turned around and headed back home, barely even noticing the magical girl genocidist purifying her gem on the other corner.

Twisted Light - A Dystopic Magical Girl RP

I'm already seeing how the lines are going to be drawn in a future civil war (if we ever get that far in this RP):

-On the side of defending the city we have Alexandra, the Nobles supporting her, Kolya and Eponine (if she betrays Maria).

-On the side fighting against the city for various reasons are Chloe, Maria, any Nobles she convinces to join her, Shadow Compact and Eponine (if she stays loyal).

And in the middle there's Violetta, who probably chooses whichever side is most likely to win.

@Ariamis

Interesting to note we now have a third side on this conflict with the pro-incubator people popping up, who are most likely interested in kickstarting this civil war so as to cause mass amounts of despair and contracts and, thereby, keep the incubators happy.

Twisted Light - A Dystopic Magical Girl RP

l aways thought that powers were actually limited to one per user, just in such broad strokes that you could apply it in a hundred thousand different ways. That's what i went for, at least.

Twisted Light - A Dystopic Magical Girl RP

Absolute Terror field. Nice touch.

Twisted Light - A Dystopic Magical Girl RP

I accidentally a fanfic. Sorry. Will try to keep those under control.

Twisted Light - A Dystopic Magical Girl RP

Warning, long. Introduction-type thing. Ignore if you want to.

The girl in the blue dress clutched at the egg in her hands, feeling it's cold weight in her numb fingers. She felt empty, drained of something far more important then just her soul. Kyuubey was nowhere to be found, having slipped somewhere down a alleyway or up a chute or anywhere that wasn't here. Michelle could feel something on her back. Something cold, and they kept twisting, making singing noises against the gentle breeze. Ice crystals, she was sure of it. She could see them in the corner of her eyes, always moving away when she turned to look at them, and she could see their weird shadows right next to hers, and every time they bumped into a wall they screamed at her in a language no one else seemed to hear. She'd curled into a ball and tried to freeze herself to death, somewhere quiet where nobody else would intervene. Which is why she blanched when she heard the footsteps. First a loud SLAM, like jackboots hitting concrete. Then a rhythm, regular thumps as someone or something walked towards her. They stopped. Michelle turned her neck, trying to ignore the coat of ice coating her cheek.

The other girl was tall, almost menacingly so. In the evening light, the harsh shadows and glare got in the way of everything, and all she could make out was shadows and flashes of red and black, and a mouth somewhere high up and fleshing out words.

"Who're you?"

Michelle opened her mouth, trying to sound out words through a cold and aching jaw.

"C-c-cirn-" She began, then stopped. That wasn't her, was it? She'd wished for it, but she hated herself, now. Hated the fever, hated the dress, hated the bow tie, hated having made the stupid pact with the bunnycat, hated hated hated it. Something touched her cheek, and it took a few seconds of burning for her to realize it was a pilot light.

"Y'know" the girl said, casually. "If it was anyone else, they probably would've killed you by now. Or have they already?"
"I'm Michelle."
"Ah, so you can speak."
"Mmm."
"I assume you contracted pretty recently? Yeah? The wish wasn't everything you wanted it to be?"

Michelle just nodded, and a thousand little ice shards over her neck cracked at once, making a Clink-clink sound.

"I won't ask you what you wished for. Breach of contract. But I will tell you this is an awful place to die in. there's a turf war going to happen in a few minutes. Girls with guns, and back alley tactics. They'll probably just shoot you and ask questions later. Not that it matters much, since you're already dead."

The strange girl crouched down, on her haunches. Her breath fogged up when it passed over Michelle's shoulder.

"That's stuff you don't see in the fine print, see? That pretty little egg of yours, it's more then just a trinket. It's the bit of you that's alive and makes you laugh, or cry, and they take it out and give yous some pretty little wings and they think it's fair. But it really doesn't matter, does it, since a dead bird won't fly. You've made your mistake, Michelle. But I think you don't have to make another one. Come with me, and i'll show you something worth living for."

Michelle turned, glaring into the sun. And in it, a figure in a pompous hat almost all in shadow, and she nodded.

----

The witch roared, and bit down. It tore open Michelle's chest, tearing up the blue dress and several important-looking sinewy bits. She weakly flailed at a familiar, but the pick found nothing but air. The noise and the fury of the witch's lair swam in and out of focus, The witch, a serpentine draconic woodcut, snarled at something out of her sight, but recoiled in a flash of blinding blue steam as something fought back at it. The figure turned away from the dragon as more women --her comrades-- went at the beast with lightning and mirrors and staves. The girl crouched down, and her face swam into view. From her expression alone, Michelle could gather that she wasn't going to make it. Even as the pain was a mild buzzing sensation in the back of her head, her limbs weren't responding as they should. All she could move was her head. She gasped out something, and let an arm flop at her chest. The girl, in between the tears, grabbed at the red bow and grasped at the knot, pulling at the ice-white gemstone. She took it, and turned away. And for Michelle, everything went dark.

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"Role call, ladies. Did everyone make it out okay? Elaine, that's a nasty gash on your arm, you might want to have that checked out back at base. Catherine, get to Elaine and work your stuff. We're moving out of here as soon as we confirm the seeds, we don't wanna spend any more time then we need to."

The voice of command rang out as soon as the witch's lair had spat them back out. Antsy soldiers, Violetta thought, were inefficient soldiers. People needed order in their lives, and she was all too happy to provide that, in the form of a shouty young lady with a massive hat and and even larger ego.

"Wait. Where's Chell?"

One glance at her squadron, and her heart dropped. The company was one short. And it didn't take a genius to work out what had happened. Even then, amidst the quiet realization, she still had to play the shouty Sargent card.

"Well, come on then, it's almost morning. I'm sure you all have comfortable beds in which to mope in, so get a damn move on, already!"

They picked up two grief seeds that night. One with a tiny motif of snowflakes dancing around its edge.

Violetta grabbed at the tray of fast food and deposited it gently on the table. Then she picked up her phone, and spoke, disinterestedly into the mobile phone.

"Hey? Valkyrie squad? This is Violetta." She said, balancing the talk with a small soda. Once upon a time,they'd used codenames and secrets to hide their gang of magical girls. It led to so much confusion and doublechecking they simply dropped the codes and talked normally to confirm they had got it right the first time, and it wasn't like anybody cared about the Valks. She sneaked a fry into her mouth, chewed and swallowed with all the signs of enjoyment, and half-yawned into the receiver "Be on your guard, ladies. It's a good night for something fishy."

She cut the communication, and glanced at the screen. Somebody wanted her to go patrol some dark and dirty corner of the city to find a rogue magical girl. Didn't sound like her cup of yerba mate. She and her battalion had already met their quota for today. But she threw aside the unopened burger and stood up to leave, anyway. Whenever there were magical girls fighting, there were impressionable kids ready to contract at a moment's notice and a suspicious plague of disappearing Ferretweasels. And her squad was still one down. She left the shop, and transformed into her fighting clothes. No sense in going unprepared.

Twisted Light - A Dystopic Magical Girl RP

As posted in the OoC.

Violetta FitzCarraldo

Name: Violetta FitzCarraldo. (Veee oh-let-ter, not Vayyy-oh-let-ter. She gets annoyed if you mispronounce it.)
Age: 16
Gender: Girl.
Appearance: Violeta is tall, blonde, with amber eyes.
Personality: People who don't know Violetta very well think she's an idiot. She's loud, obnoxious, petty, and a pain to tolerate and put up with. People who know her think she's a genius. She's got a way with words, and is capable of rallying platoons and battalions of adolescent teenage girls into an almost suicidal frenzy with a few well-chosen words and her natural presence, despite her thick latin accent. Several of those in her confidance are convinced that she's the real reason why the small rural state neighbouring Aurora had lasted as long as it did, despite never being a major player in politics nor economy. She leans somewhat towards Libertarian views, believing in the freedom of everyone and anyone to do what they feel is right or moral or good in their own eyes, until it harms someone else. She's a strong believer in the idea of a nation being a union of like-minded people in order to throw their combined weight around. People close enough to see the pores in her face think she's insane.

Bio: Violetta was born in what used to be Argentina, to a folk singer couple who played mostly to small art-house venues. She grew up in a decent part of the world, not entirely rich but never all that poor, either. Both her parents died after a misunderstanding with a guitar case at an airport escalated, and she contracted soon afterwards and left town, heading north. She arrived in Germany, to what might have once been called her ancestral home in the rhineland, and quickly began throwing her weight around as a military girl and a leader of women, setting up a rigorous, almost military force to defend their small rural town from witches and their ilk, foreign magical girls. Always under a quickly rotating political and economic leader, of course. Nobody trusts the fox to hand out the chickens. That little community burnt out and died after a ferocious witch attack decimated the forces under her command and in the ensuing chaos she left the town quietly and set out for the big city.

From what she heard, the place collapsed not long after.

Allegiance: Whoever pays more, would be her reply. She's currently under Aurora City control, as a lowly officer of what passes for law.
Skills: Charisma, and a keen eye for mass encounters and strategy.
Weapons: Apart from a small packet of chewables, she goes in with the clothes she's wearing.
Other: Theme. Gave up smoking a while ago since it was hampering her. She's trying to take up chewing tobacco, but shops in the area are few and far between, so she's almost constantly curling her fists, unconsciously.

Magical Girl Section:

Magical Girl Appearance: Violeta's uniform resembles a turn-of-the-century army dress uniform, decorated with a small personal motif.
Wish: To never again have to rely on anything else, to do whatever she wants to do.
Weapons: The weapon she possesses is a large, bulky, almost oversized flame-thrower. Unlike the sleek refinement of most magical weapons, This resembles little more then a pipe sticking out of a scrapped molten bicycle she carries over her arm. What it lacks in looks it makes up for in sheer area denial, capable of creating walls and rivers of burning melty death with a few quick strokes. The machine consumes much in the way of both magical energy and oxygen, and can be hard to maintain for long.
Powers: Control over unnatural material: Iron and steel bends at her touch, Plastic bends and cracks, Pistols jam and misfire, and edged weapons blunt. Organic matter, and items of a magical nature are completely out of her reach, but she doesn't see that as too much of a problem since they burn rather nicely. Violetta keeps her stranger powers at arms length (Not literally, the power works on contact), preferring to leave them on out of habit but has never seriously dedicated much effort in learning their finer skills.

Twisted Light - A Dystopic Magical Girl RP

1. Probably on contact. It's not meant as a useful power, more as a showy power, if that makes any sense

2. She's under a long, complicated and torturous chain of command that involves so many flimsy executive positions made for jumped up little despots clutching at whatever power they can grasp that she's under pretty much everyone's nominal command. In practice, this means she can do whatever she really feels like doing and pass the buck off onto somebody else.

Also, holy cow, it's almost been a year already since that KS rp. Wow, time flies.

Twisted Light - A Dystopic Magical Girl RP

I'd like to offer up a character sheet, if that's all right with everyone else here.

Violetta FitzCarraldo

Name: Violetta FitzCarraldo. (Veee oh-let-ter, not Vayyy-oh-let-ter. She get if you mispronounce it.)
Age: 16
Gender: Girl.
Appearance: Violeta is tall, blonde, with amber eyes.
Personality: People who don't know Violetta very well think she's an idiot. She's loud, obnoxious, petty, and a pain to tolerate and put up with. People who know her think she's a genius. She's got a way with words, and is capable of rallying platoons and battalions of adolescent teenage girls into an almost suicidal frenzy with a few well-chosen words and her natural presence, despite her thick latin accent. Several of those in her confidance are convinced that she's the real reason why the small rural state neighbouring Aurora had lasted as long as it did, despite never being a major player in politics nor economy. She leans somewhat towards Libertarian views, believing in the freedom of everyone and anyone to do what they feel is right or moral or good in their own eyes, until it harms someone else. She's a strong believer in the idea of a nation being a union of like-minded people in order to throw their combined weight around. People close enough to see the pores in her face think she's insane.

Bio: Violetta was born in what used to be Argentina, to a folk singer couple who played mostly to small art-house venues. She grew up in a decent part of the world, not entirely rich but never all that poor, either. Both her parents died after a misunderstanding with a guitar case at an airport escalated, and she contracted soon afterwards and left town, heading north. She arrived in Germany, to what might have once been called her ancestral home in the rhineland, and quickly began throwing her weight around as a military girl and a leader of women, setting up a rigorous, almost military force to defend their small rural town from witches and their ilk, foreign magical girls. Always under a quickly rotating political and economic leader, of course. Nobody trusts the fox to hand out the chickens. That little community burnt out and died after a ferocious witch attack decimated the forces under her command and in the ensuing chaos she left the town quietly and set out for the big city.

From what she heard, the place collapsed not long after.

Allegiance: Whoever pays more, would be her reply. She's currently under Aurora City control, as a lowly officer of what passes for law.
Skills: Charisma, diplomacy, and a keen eye for mass encounters
Weapons: Apart from a small packet of chewables, she goes in with the clothes she's wearing.
Other: Theme. Gave up smoking a while ago since it was hampering her. She's trying to take up chewing tobacco, but shops in the area are few and far between, so she's almost constantly curling her fists, unconsciously.

Magical Girl Section:

Magical Girl Appearance: Violeta's uniform resembles a turn-of-the-century army dress uniform, decorated with a small personal motif.
Wish: To never again have to rely on anything else, to do whatever she wants to do.
Weapons: The weapon she possesses is a large, bulky, almost oversized flame-thrower. Unlike the sleek refinement of most magical weapons, This resembles little more then a pipe sticking out of a scrapped molten bicycle she carries over her arm. What it lacks in looks it makes up for in sheer area denial, capable of creating walls and rivers of burning melty death with a few quick strokes. The machine consumes much in the way of both magical energy and oxygen, and can be hard to maintain for long.
Powers: Control over unnatural material: Iron and steel bends at her touch, Plastic bends and cracks, Pistols jam and misfire, and edged weapons blunt. Organic matter, and items of a magical nature are completely out of her reach, but she doesn't see that as too much of a problem since they burn rather nicely. Violetta keeps her stranger powers at arms length, preferring to leave them on out of habit but has never seriously dedicated much effort in learning their finer skills.

Good enough, or is it a bit too on-the-nose?