The book of bad juju

Twisted Light - A Dystopic Magical Girl RP

Violetta glanced up from her packet of chewing tobacco, and glared. Her gaze was met by two blankly soulless coal eyes inset roughly halfway up a small sphere of snow that, in spite of gravity, was perched on the end of the crystalline twig. The thing slid towards her, slowly. It took a moment for her to properly understand how the snowman had skewered itself onto the trees branches. They were learning. Obviously, too many familliars had fallen into the sky for her to keep on doing that forever. Violetta tried not to feel a little impressed at that feat of reasoning and just melted the thing in a puff of liquid burning.. The earmuffs twirled in the breeze as they fell away, before the fire burned even that.

Still, lesson learned. Don't mess about in a witch's labyrinth, because it's not a circus. Tall imposing carnival folk with masks and alibis and a desire to take young girls somewhere where their parents would never find them were the least threatening thing here. Violetta tried to supress that little memory and stood up, pocketing the wad of tobacco. She bounded down to the ice sphere, and landed softly on the thing close to the man-sized hole her comrade-in-arms had left in it. No reason to bother her now, she'd probably just get in the way. She glanced up, trying to fight the nausea of vertigo, and scanned the trees for any flash of purple in the white snow, while also keeping half an eye out any of those new snowman familiars.

Twisted Light - A Dystopic Magical Girl RP

Violetta took a moment to steady herself, and sat in the nook of a tree while her companion tried to play interlabyrinthine snooker with the nine-ball somewhere far below. No need for her to get her hands dirty when there were dirty hands to do it for her. She snuggled into the warmth of her coat, and bit down on a lump of leftover tobacco. With any luck, all she'd have to do was wait, and the lilac revolutionary would come around this way. And then the two girls would fight. And then, either one of them would die, and their friends would get all pissy and revengey, or they'd back away, letting their views of the othet side fester and sour. Hell. maybe this would finally be the spark that sets the powder keg alight.

Even though, Violetta privately observed, this was probably not the best choice of firestarters. Between the two of them, she judged, they had about as much malice as the dalai lama, and almost as much polititcal sway. A silent bodyguard who let nothing slip and a revolutionary who probably thought Gavroche was a kind of broccoli. Hardly the spitting fire to start a neverending inferno with. But you made do with what you had. The girl snuggled down undee the tree, jaw bobbing up and down, rhythmically, and pretty thoughts of wanton cruelty running through her head.

Twisted Light - A dystopic magical girl RP (Still Accepting)

>Using the epic maymay arrows
>On anywhere that isn't an imageboard.
>Not even getting the colour right.

Twisted Light - A dystopic magical girl RP (Still Accepting)

Something that really turns me off from otherwise good rps is when the OP tries to bump their own thread to garner views.

But yeah, if anyone's reading this, don't let Flamelord clingyness detract you, this is actually pretty fun.

Twisted Light - A Dystopic Magical Girl RP

Bonk. Bonk. Bonk bonk bonk. The imaginary trees of the realm sounded hollow to Violetta's ears, even if they were muffled by her blonde hair and commissar cap piling around her ears. She was glad to have them, though. They, along with the magical longcoat, kept the worst of the cold out. She smirked, thinking about how her melanin enriched companion, in her skimpy little dress was probably freezing her butt off, and carried on hopping from tree to tree. Occasionally, on her journey, a rabbit familiar would pop up, but they were hardly worth the waste in mana. She just prodded at them, and forced them to take the longest step back of their pathetically short lives.

The canopy grew downwards, and she was forced to go slower and slower as the trees angled downwards, into the sky. The white ceiling fell away, leaving a space larger then an ancient Gothic cathedral for her to jump around in. It'd be quite relaxing if it weren't for the uncanny valley effect, in an almost literal sense. The occasional beams of light coming from underneath her were a sore reminder of how much it'd hurt if she misstepped. But she was a musician's daughter, it was hardly even a thing for her. She stopped once she saw the icy spire, and tried to angle it. It was far too far away for her to get a good measure of it's size with her depth perception, it was that big. But at least she had someone with her she could, for a lack of a better word, trust.

The Big Bang (Superhero RP)

I might want to make a character for this.

Twisted Light - A Dystopic Magical Girl RP

Violetta lept, and took purchase on the upside down windowsill. The vast and slightly shimmery landscape of the forest was all she could see for miles around this building, and for some reason that made her nervous. How big could a witch's labyrinth get? And what would happen when she reached the other end, would she get spat out into the real world? Or would she just bump head first into an invisible wall mid-jump and plummet to her death? She glanced down, and tightened her grip on the window. A view like that could give an albatross vertigo. Maybe the witch was down there, conveniently placing itself just where a normal human would fall and a magical girl would stay up. But nah, Michelle hadn't been that smart in life. Was she?

Violetta lept from trunk to trunk, more out of boredom then anything. It'd be so easy to just nudge a bunny around here and send it plummeting to their death or whatever familliars had instead. She, Violetta would just have to wander around till she found the witch,. Maybe she could antagonize the other two girls if they ended meeting each other again. That would be fun. It was always a source of personal annoyance that the only real power that was capable of fighting the Authority to any significant degree skulked around in the shadows rather then fight. It seemed such an inefficient way of going about things. Violetta dreamed at night of ranks and files. Of sorties and rooftop-to-rooftop duels and carpet bombings of grief seeds ready to blow. People could get behind a good war. It gave people something to do, and something to die for. Nobody makes mortal sacrifices in peacetime. It happens twice a day in a good fight.

She stepped on an upside down branch and pressed on.

Twisted Light - A Dystopic Magical Girl RP

She bounced and bounced and bounced for a while before she noticed the area was considerably less bunny-infested then it had been. She stopped, which is quite hard to do when jumping from wall to wall while cackling and spewing flame everywhere. She ended up pointing the flame machine in front of her and using the recoil to slow her down, even if it meant getting her twintails singed. She glanced around, pointedly, trying to not let the hellhound get behind her. She trusted her amount as much as she could throw her hammer, even if nominally they had the same employer. Oh yeah, that reminded her. She pulled out her soul gem from it's hiding location and glanced at it, before putting it back somewhere undisclosed, where it wouldn't be sniped at. No real drain. She'd still have enough to kill a witch even if the Valkyrie's did arrive on time. There was only one enemy left, in her hamster ball. She waved at the transluscent shimmering shield, and spoke up.

"You finished in there, Hellhound? Some of us have a witch to kill."

The Grand Crusade (An Alternative Warhammer 40k Rp) (Open)

It's the desert. It's no coincidence that religions start in the deserts and the high places. When you're confronted with the infinity of the known universe, your mind scrabbles desperately for something to put in the way.

Twisted Light - A Dystopic Magical Girl RP

Two days of lull. I'm kinda nervous.