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(A More Lax RP Pitch Than Usual) Wizard101 x Undertale RP

I'll put a veerrrry tentative interest down... I'll need a lot more info before I commit though. (Especially since I know nothing about Wizard 101 other than that it's a video game) So if there's a need to know about it first, that's fine and I can either look into the game's lore or just rescind interest, whichever you prefer.

Kurai Majokko: Tsundere Gekido

"Mellow Yellow once again, Fellows."



Tsubomi what the fuck are you talking about?

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Months had flown by, taking with them basically nothing of value. Tsubomi hadn't seen most of the club members in quite some time, and neither had she seen the Light Girls. Which was fine with her, less conflict meant less food, but with the school term coming to an end she more than made up for that. She couldn't remember much of what had happened since Hommerah had shown up that day, but that wasn't surprising when she usually couldn't remember what had happened the day before last. Even with the club seeming to fall into disarray, she'd stayed herself, which is to say she didn't pay a lot of attention to the "why" of things...

She arrived last at the club room, just in time to not hear what was being said by Earthshaker and Nyxia, but still soon enough to see Suki hiding under a table. She looked around for their Mascot, but couldn't see it, so she sat in a chair and watched, waiting to see what was going on. "Hello."

Symphony on High

Marrie Knight

When Marrie arrived at The Great Escape, she would be treated to a lively atmosphere. There were some things that she had just grown accustomed to because of how commonplace they were. Mary and Regina bickering had pretty much become background noise at this point. One liked to offend, and the other liked to be offended. Or at least that was how it felt. Elroy was speaking with some important looking espers, and everyone else was talking amongst themselves. There were definitely fewer freelancers here compared to pre-diver times, but their numbers were starting to creep up again. Unlike the true factions, lone espers would always be drawn to places like Pax due to the opportunity for a big payday. If anything, the chaos was only going to make things more appealing to thrill seekers.

Something Marrie was less accustomed to was being approached as soon as she walked in the door. Brittany, her supplier, walked up to her as soon as she stepped. She was even wearing a proper robe today instead of the bikini she wore when tending her cauldron.

”Just the person I wanted to see!” Brittany tended to be a little gruff in her shop, but that was not the case now. ”Business has been great, and we of the merchant’s guild would like to treat you to breakfast! So order whatever you want, because the guild will cover it!”

”Just in time!” A girl in a detective costume came flying through the front door. She nearly ran into Marrie, but put the breaks on just in time. But was unable to catch her hat before it flew off her head and bumped into Marrie’s back. ”Terribly sorry, chap! I got excited when I saw your bike outside. Naturally, I used my brilliant intellect to deduce that you made your way in here. We have much to discuss.”

Brittany laughed. ”Well, I’ve already offered to pay for her meal, so you’ll have to wait until later to speak with her.”

”Is that so?” The detective placed her hat back on her head. ”Well Marrie, you can sit at my table and I’ll pay your tab. Deduce the funds right out of my wallet. Not only that, but you can provide me with vital clues to my investigation!”

”Are you trying to impede my business meeting?”

”Are you trying to impede an investigation?”

The two glared at each other with contempt.

Marrie, for her part, was beginning to regret not having come up with a proper Codename before coming to Pax. Or even yet, for that matter. She was also decidedly not used to people acting like she was anything uncommon, and was starting to fidget slightly at both the unusual treatment and the electricity that seemed to be in the air between the two other girls.

”Uh… thank you, both of you. There’s really no need to pay for me, though.” She looked around somewhat sheepishly as she spoke. ”If there’s nothing that has to be kept secret, we could all just talk together and go over what you both want, right?” Though if they did both want to speak privately, she wasn’t quite sure how she’d handle the social calculus of keeping them both happy.

”Business meetings are all about strategy and tactics, and I wouldn’t want our detective here to walk away with insider information.” Brittany folded her arms and turned away.

The detective did the same. ”I also feel that the details of this case should be kept confidential for the time being. I will not discuss the details with just anyone!”

Elroy glanced past the giant man sitting at his table to see what this new commotion was about. Naturally, said giant looked over his shoulder at Marrie. When he spotted her, he stood up and strolled over. The detective and Brittany moved off to the side as he approached. ”Are you Marrie Knight?”

Yes indeed! I am the massive idiot who gave out her real name as an esper!

“Uh… yeah, yes. You have discovered my true hidden identity, I guess…” Was humor a good coping mechanism? She supposed that her psyche and subconscious weren’t the type to have camaraderie with her left brain, so it probably didn’t matter. At least she was too busy in her current state of self-deprecation to actually be intimidated by the man’s size.

The large man raised an eyebrow. ”Was I not supposed to say your name out loud? I did not realize it was a secret. You will have to forgive me.” He got down on one knee, which made him about Marrie’s height. ”I am Raphiel the Righteous Hearted. You contacted the Inquisition and told us about Trisha’s abduction. You mentioned a ‘Hand’ in your-” He looked to the ladies on either side of Marrie. ”Ahh, I did not realize you were in a discussion with Brittan’s Super Sleuth or the merchant’s guild. I do not want to keep you, but I have a few questions if you can spare the time.”

Oh. Oh. ”Oh, no, that’s fine. I’m just being melodramatic about not having a codename. Sorry.” She took a few seconds to try to remember if she’d ever contacted “The Inquisition.” If she had contacted them about Trisha… That was Pac-a-Fist. Was this about- She was overwhelmed once again by guilt from what had happened with Justin. But she’d worked as hard as she could to try to make up for that, and she knew it. She pushed down the feeling. ”If you’re talking about the abduction, that was quite a while ago and I’m really hoping things are settled with Justin being… deader. Please don’t tell me you’re here because he’s come back somehow.”

She glanced at the two girls who had first gotten her attention. ”If things have to be private, that’s fine too. I’ll be happy to help both of you in a minute if that’s something I can do. Do you mind if I finish this talk first though? Stuff relating to that vampire sort of takes itself to the top of my list, sorry.” There was genuine remorse in her voice as she apologized; she really did want to help them if she could, and she felt bad brushing them off like this.

”Of course!” Brittany said with the sweetest smile Marrie had ever seen. Marrie also noticed that Brittany was sweating like she was in front of her cauldron again. ”We’ll just wait our turn!” The two had become awfully cooperative and backed away.

”I appreciate your attention.” He folded his hands on top of his knee. ”Elroy filled me in on Justin’s fate. While I had intended to arrive in time to help, I am happy to see that Trisha has recovered and the vampire is slain. In some ways I envy younger espers like yourself. You’d like to think that as you become more powerful you can change more, but your responsibilities grow with you. My trip was delayed a full week because the pope refused to sign off on it. Alas, I returned too late to help Trisha.” He looked out the window. ”But it looks like there is still much to be done. Tell me, Marrie, what is your feeling about the state of Pax Septimus? I was quite surprised to hear that the one who contacted us was also there when Justin appeared again.”

Grateful that the two girls had acquiesced, Marrie turned her full attention to Raphiel. The state of Pax… ”I haven’t really seen the city in any state other than one where people like Justin are around. I pretty much got here, ran into cults, screwed up with not being able to stop Justin… Spent a long time trying to make up for that, and now I’m back to fighting cults and watching people get massacred. So I’d say that it’s a pretty terrible state, but it sure seems like that’s just the ‘normal’ for the city. Honestly, I’m surprised anyone lives here who isn’t an esper or a monster.” That pretty much summed up her experience, didn’t it?

”That is troubling news. I had heard that there was a lot of unrest in Pax Septimus, but to think it was this bad…” Raphael rubbed his chin in thought. ”Marrie, something is wrong with this city, and I do not think it is all the work of some organized monsters. GEMINI’s chief concern is keeping the businesses open so that they continue to generate tax dollars, and thus need to do so efficiently. Maverick Alternative sympathizes with monsters, and I hear they are funded by individuals from the middle east. Most Freelancers are here to line their wallets with cash. I do not believe there is a strong motivation to fix the problems that plague Pax Septimus.” Raphael stood up. There wasn’t a single esper in the room that he didn’t tower over. ”Well, I have taken enough of your time for now. You’ve contacted me before, but you may do so again if there are any more developments.” He looked over his shoulder at Elroy. ”I have a feeling you’re one of the good ones.”

And with that, Raphael departed. The two girls from earlier approached Marrie afterwards, but did so carefully.

During this round of propositions, Marrie’s phone beeped. It seemed that she had received an E-mail from the Inquisition. Why did she have a feeling this might be another job offer?

Marrie, for her part, wasn't quite sure what Raphael's deal was. He was right, definitely right, that GEMINI wasn't worried about the people. If Maverick was funded by outside groups, sure everything needed funding, but that was a way to get control over someone. She didn't quite care where the money came from, so much as that it was an outside force from Maverick itself. And if it were another government... She had at least one friend in Maverick and felt like she had another in GEMINI, but a few good apples don't unspoil the bunch.

Then the Freelancers. Sure, she was one of them and was one because of the money, but she at least hoped that Raphael was also correct about her being one of the "good ones," in spite of her mind saying otherwise. All of this running through her mind as Sammy and Brittany asked their questions made her head spin.

”Are you okay?” Brittany’s ears twitched.

The detective nodded. ”That fellow had an intimidating aura. Or maybe it was his size that was intimidating? It’s difficult to deduce.” Her eyes shifted side to side. ”But introductions! It is as Raphael said, I am Brittan’s Super Sleuth! But most simply call me Sammy. I had a bit of a proposition for you.” She placed her hands together. ”I’m looking for something of a Watson to my Holmes. You seem like someone with an ear to the ground, and having you in my employ would make me very pop- um, happy! Yes, very happy!”

Brittany stepped forth. ”And what I would like is for you to not be anyone’s sidekick and head my advertising campaign! Did you know that only 25% percent of Freelance espers use supplemental equipment on their jobs? We need to arm the other 75%! And we can do that if if you tell everyone how instrumental your supplemental equipment was in bringing down the Diver and besting Justin!”

For Sammy, the idea wasn't bad. Helping a detective would be a chance to hopefully help a lot of people. On the other hand, it would likely limit her ability to do missions from Shimr if they weren't mysteries. As for Brittany, helping her would likely mean a lot of income, but less time to actually do things that mattered beyond that.

But she had caught Sammy's slip-up, and Brittany's "arm all espers" idea wasn't really on Marrie's list of great ideas. "I'm sure that-" An idea struck. "Actually, wouldn't you both get more out of helping each other with that than from me? If Sammy uses your items to solve cases, that would make them more well-known and drive traffic your way, right? And if Brittany makes useful items for investigations, wouldn't that make your job easier? Plus, who better to figure out market trends than a someone who likes solving mysteries, and who better to keep an ear on things than a store owner? I guess a barkeeper, maybe, but still."

"Besides, I don't know what kind of rumors are going around about me, but I'm not really... That great. I barely did anything in the fight against the Diver, and any popularity I might have is going to be fleeting. But the merchant's guild and Brittan's Super Sleuth are only going to grow in fame, right?"

The proposition holders glanced at each other. ”You’re not wrong.” Brittany was the first to speak. ”But you’re a hot commodity right now, kid. Your ability isn’t as interesting to me as your reputation. You attempted to assassinate Justin, put in work on the whole Betty/Pac disappearance, and stared down Oros the Mad during the water truck fiasco. Either way, it’s one hell of a step up for someone new to the area. There’s a reason why companies rotate their respective celebrities. It’s all part of good business!”

”It is as the merchant worded it. We may be popular elsewhere, but not on this side of the pond. Something that became too evident when I had to explain what a crumpet was to a bloke.” The detective spun her magnifying glass. ”But if you do not wish to be my Watson, then I suppose I can make due with some devices. It’s not really what either of us wants though.”

”Gack-” an undignified sound came from Marrie’s mouth. She didn’t know people even knew that she was involved with things like that. ”I… I’m really sorry, but the best I can do is try to help when I can, and I don’t think I’d be able to help as full-term as you two probably want. If I mess up again as bad as I did a few months ago, I need to be able to focus on trying to fix it. I’m… pretty confident, given my track record, that I’m going to screw everything up again somehow. I don’t want to take either of you down with me when I do. I’d be willing to help when I can though, but I don’t think it’s great to try to leverage popularity that I don’t deserve to make better business, if that makes sense?” Marrie bowed her head. ”I really am sorry, I just…” She waved her arms in the air somewhat, trying to signify the things she’d mentioned. ”All that.”

”That’s a no, then?” Brittany pouted. ”Well, whatever. If you change your mind, the offer stands.” She turned around to walk out the door, with the detective following close behind. ”Interested in some supplemental equipment?”

”I’ll have a look..” Sammy cast a glance over her shoulder, but said nothing as she disappeared through the threshold of the door.

Elroy had more or less been keeping to himself this whole time. He hadn’t even made eye contact with Marrie until just now. His plate was nearly empty, save for half a sausage link. ”You’ll get used to it, mist girl.” Was all he said before digging in again.

The mist girl simply sighed, and pulled out her phone to check her email.

I believe it is in our best interests to limit the amount of time we are seen together. While you have a reputation already, I would hate for you to be targeted by some unscrupulous sorts on account of you meeting with me. I have always been a careful man, but I hope my vigilance does not come across as paranoia. There is far more good than bad in Pax, but the bad can be exceptionally cunning.

Please continue to keep me informed. While my E-mail is open to you, you may also contact me through the missionaries deploying aid throughout the city. While they aren’t espers, they are all assistants of mine and know what espers are.

No signature, but it wasn’t necessary.

Despite having upset two seemingly nice people, and having met perhaps the most intimidating esper she’d yet seen, Marrie had at least succeeded in her initial goal... Her nightmares were out of her mind for a while.

Yu-Gi-Oh!: Perils of the Night

<Snipped quote by RickyG85>

Change of plans:

I'm rapidly running out of steam, and frankly the intro was the best I've managed for this whole thing.

I'm sorry, but I'm calling it here. Thank you for your time.

@RickyG85

Aww. Alright, sorry to hear that. But thanks for what we got!

Kurai Majokko: Tsundere Gekido

Tsubomi Kana - Acid Drop

• Appearance:

Tsubomi

Acid Drop

• Name:
Tsubomi Kana

• Title:
Acid Drop

• Age:
16

• Emblem:
A small rainbow colored star tattoo on her left wrist.

• Devil Arm:
Originally a simple scalpel, representing the small but effective change she could bring to the world, it has become larger and serrated with her loss of light. Now with a blade the size of a pocketknife's it is no longer an instrument of healing, but rather entirely one of harming.

• Magic:
Ironic for a girl who has lost her innate ability to empathize with others, her magic can best be described as "Empathy." Specifically the ESP version, in that she has a grasp on what others are feeling at most times. Despite this being magical in nature, she has picked up some tricks from using it that allow her to notice ticks and subtle changes that broadcast a person's emotional state even without magic. With her magic, stronger emotions are more strongly felt, making surprise attacks against her difficult, but leading to the potential of hiding more dangerous feelings with stronger positive ones, if one were to be skilled enough at manipulating their own emotions.

Much more useful, in her opinion, is the ability to influence the emotions of others. Originally this came from her own, in which she could transfer her own feelings to another person to keep everyone happy and on the same page. With effort, she could enhance them as well, leading to her now infamous "Miracles" water. Now though, she is more of a taker than a giver. Her influence works by stealing the emotions from one entity, storing them, and transferring them to a new target at a later time. Inverse to her original magic of making others feel like she does by pouring out, she now makes them feel like she does by drawing in, leading to apathy and lack of goodwill in her targets in most cases. These stolen emotions fuel her magic further, allowing for her to enter a state similar to adrenaline at the cost of burning through her stores of emotion. This state raises her combat abilities and mental processing speed greatly, but like adrenaline it comes with a drain on her when it stops, though this drain is emotional rather than physical. As such, after rather intense battles with Miseria she will often spend the next day in a state of complete apathy, usually choosing to sleep the day away rather than put effort into anything.

For some reason, Miseria seem only mildly affected by her influence over emotions. Perhaps because they are emotions, rather than a being that produces them...

• Background:
Some say that curiosity killed the cat, and fewer still say that satisfaction brought it back. Neither of these held true for young Tsubomi Kana, a girl whose mind is almost as troubled as her past. Yes, some say that curiosity killed the cat, but in fact the cat in question didn't seem to be much of a cat at all...

The strange creature, or perhaps machine, with the body of a housecat and the face of a television lay on its side in a pool of blood that bore the texture of static in the middle of the alleyway. Its head had been broken into pieces and a chunk had been taken out of its right side. Just inside the door that led to the alley were several drunken teenagers, clearly too young to be legally imbibing and without a care for that thought. Further inside were the flashing lights of a party where the youth of the town gathered. There were few rules here, and among them were none that prohibited the use of so-called "party favors." A few drinks of liquid fire, a few drops of illicit compounds, even a few needles were all available. Granted, the only ones that were supposed to be in the party were those old enough to drink, so why should they not be allowed the even finer pleasures of life that altered the mind?

Tsubomi was not the youngest at the event, though at fifteen she was still far too young to be there. Nonetheless she was accepted among the others... Of course, it helped that she was the equivalent of a walking drug, though only a scant few there knew her secret. With a few drinks of colored water from a bottle with "Miracles" written on the side in marker, a person could feel ecstasy without having to take a tab of it. This "drug" was highly sought after by the ravers, and they knew that only one person supplied it, and that its use was heavily regulated by that person. Even so, it tended to be a gateway drug to more dangerous things. Unfortunate, as Tsubomi made it with the genuine desire of getting people off of those more dangerous habits. After all, a magical girl was supposed to help people.

Eventually though, curiosity kicked in. What was so great about the drugs that people turned to when they ran out of their "miracles" allowance? She was bored, had sold all of her supply of her product, and was already high off the emotions of the party. Why shouldn't she do what they all did, and reach for even greater heights of pleasure? So she did. She took a hit of the next best thing to her own magical "drug," and one thing led to another. Soon she was over the moon and barely conscious. Stumbling out of the alley door, she came across the dead Mascot. The smell of blood was overwhelming, and- ...Blood? Did Mascots bleed? Whether or not they did was irrelevant, as it turned out, because the smell came from behind her, towards the nearby dumpster. The drunken teens lay mangled and broken behind it, and the sight almost shocked her back down to earth. Almost. And when the Miseria dropped from the roof above her, she almost managed to dodge. Almost.

Before she could react she was set upon and quickly subdued by the monster. Her life would have flashed before her eyes if she could properly experience the fear that she should have felt. Just before the creature was able to finish her off another Magical Girl who had been passing by slew the Miseria, freeing Tsubomi from the jaws of death. That girl walked away from the night disturbed by the bodies that she had seen but ultimately unharmed. Tsubomi was not so lucky. In her addled state, she had lost her reason and her hope of survival. Later, when she finally processed the events of the night, she came to find that she had lost her empathy. Not in a philosophical sense but in a literal one. She found that she could no longer relate to or care about other people. Soon her social standing at school fell to nothing, followed by her grades, and then her home life. She was eventually kicked out of her home, sent by her loving but unable to coexist parents to live with her less loving but more financially stable aunt and uncle. Doing so broke her parents' hearts but they couldn't manage to raise her alongside her siblings when she was like this.

Now, her new family unit was moving to Hibusa Town, and she was on a path to meet those who were more like her than she would have thought. Curiosity had not killed this cat, but it had tried, and it had irrevocably altered it nonetheless. It's just too bad that satisfaction wasn't there to bring it back.

• Sample Post:

The wish and some context

Tsubomi only wanted the world to be peaceful and happy. That, and personal contentment. And to live forever. And to- Well, you get the point. She had a lot of wishes, so when she was confronted by a cat wearing a television on its head, asking what she truly desired, she was unsure how to respond. She spent days thinking it over, until she finally decided that she wanted to wish that people could be happy. If more people were happy, more people would care for others, and more people would help others be happy, right? Her wish wasn't granted in the way she expected, but it was technically granted. In exchange for becoming a magical girl, she would be able to hunt Miseria, the source of much unhappiness and general negativity. She was even granted magic that dealt in emotions directly, so if she worked hard enough, she could make many people very happy with her own power. The fact that she used this power to make money wasn't a bad thing, right? She had a skillset, and just like any skillset it was something that could be capitalized on, so why not get a little back for her efforts? Still, she stayed on the up and up, hunting Miseria and using her magic to put people in better mental states along the way. It really is too bad that she started getting envious of the people she helped...

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Tsubomi walked down the alleyways she knew and hated from her school towards her home. Winter break was about to start, so it was cold, and the hoodie she was wearing was only helping so much, causing her to have ducked into the alley behind the liquor store to help keep the wind at bay. That was where she saw it. A creature of some sort with a television screen for a head jumped out from behind the garbage can and into her view. But Tsumbomi was more entranced than scared. She stopped in her tracks and the feline, for it appeared to be one on closer inspection, turned its static filled screen towards her. It took some time, but the creature(?) managed to convey its question: What do you wish for most? Whatever it is, the feline(?) was willing to grant it. To be honest with herself, Tsubomi didn't know. She asked if she could spend some time mulling over the question, and the cat(?) acquiesced. So she returned home, throwing off her backpack and hoodie after saying hello to her mother and sat in her room, mulling over the cat(?)'s question.

Eventually she decided that what she wanted most was to make the world a better place. But how could she do that? Would a wish for a better world really be possible? She doubted it. So after days of agonizing over the problem she decided to wish to be able to make people happy. She ventured back to the alleyway through the throngs of students now taking advantage of their break from school and found the television-headed cat once more. She took a deep breath, and gave her answer.

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Tsubomi needed money. Her father had to take time off work and was out of PTO, so it was, in her mind, up to her as the oldest child to help out the family finances. She knew that there was quite a bit of... unsavory conduct in her town, and being relatively well liked at school had opened doors that wouldn't normally open for someone so young. A friend of a friend's sister's boyfriend's older brother was the chain that she pulled to get to a position where she could meet an honest to goodness drug dealer. And like a good dealer, Tsubomi gave out free samples. Not in her usual form, of course. She wasn't stupid, so once she knew the name and usual hangouts of her target she approached in her magical girl form. Luckily she already looked the part of a druggie, but she was the hunter here. Having approached the young man in a secluded area, she offered him a sample of a new drug she claimed to have developed. In all honesty it was just filtered water with some blue and red food coloring in it, but the lack of significant taste and the bright colors made it perfect. A bit of magic later and she had successfully altered the dealer's mental state enough to convince him that the "drug" worked as advertised. He offered a lot of money for a lot of product but she knew she couldn't do that. No, she had to make sure to regulate the use, not for safety concerns like she claimed, but because it only worked when she knew someone was using it.

She managed to convince the man and went home with an agreement to produce and distribute more in exchange for an up-front payment of more money than she had ever personally held before. She slipped it into her mother's purse unnoticed, and though her mother was an upstanding person who questioned the source of the bills, she also knew that her family needed the money at the moment. So she didn't pry too hard into where it came from, and Tsubomi never came forward to admit to being the one who put it there. She also never admitted to being the reason her siblings stopped fighting as often as they previously had, or why her parents' were so much less worried about the stresses of their day-to-day.

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Now that Tsubomi has been brought into her extended family, she mostly uses her magic to keep them off her case. This made moving in with them and with them to Hibusa Town much more bearable.

• Other:
Tsubomi has only just finished moving to Hibusa Town, and is about to start her first day at Hibusa High. Even though she has been mostly corrupted, she's still in the process of finalizing that corruption, and so there is still a spark of light in her soul.

Very Good and Original 1x1 RP ideas (No Stealing)

It'd be hilarious if the cast got together for a new run of that one, yes. I'm guessing this means Majora won't be GMing though, lol.

As for the kaiju, a game like that apparently exists. "Kaichu - A Kaiju Dating Simulator" is definitely a game on steam.

Anyway, yeah, if this comes out as a group game about the old dark girls, I'd be down for rejoining.

Digimon: Fallen Knights

Kari Primrose

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"Mm.. I figured it was like... if we're in a computer, wouldn't we have to be in a form it can process? Like something can't exist in our world without matter, so if everything here is a file, wouldn't we have to be too? Maybe we're all dot man or something."

That was when Cameron came back with an abducted plant creature. She shook her head and turned back to Terriermon Assistant. "I'm okay with helping you out too. Trading information for information, and maybe some work for supplies, that sounds good. I hope we can get along. But if you're Terriermon 'Assistant," who are you assisting? That Augmon Hakase you mentioned?" Kari paused as she was hit by an idea. "So is "Assistant" also part of your actual name, or is it your profession? Like, uh... 'Kuro' said you're the resident Terriermon, so does that mean there's others like you? Also, is Agumon Hakase related to Kuro? They're actually 'Black Agumon X,' right? Do you all go by family names? She had quite a few more questions, but decided to wait to ask them just yet.

Symphony on High

Marrie Knight

Marrie was the type to hate being without money, and that meant that she couldn't imagine ever being so without it to become homeless. So as she waited for the recovery team, after giving Bardo a quick rundown on the situation, she thought through what she assumed she'd need for food and rent. Unfortunately, doing so made her realize even more just how desperate the survivors of the night were, but when she finished her calculations she was at least hopeful that she'd be helping them.

When those behind the mission arrived, she gave them the information they wanted and a request. She took from her pay only what she thought she'd need to survive until the next mission and asked that the rest be divided up and given to the survivors. Once she'd gotten confirmation, she waved goodbye to the team and any of the other remaining espers within sight as she went to her bike and headed home. As soon as she got to a private enough area, she transformed back to her normal state. When she did, however, something felt off. It wasn't wholly dissimilar to what she had felt when first transforming into esper mode after her Grimoire powered up. She resolved to figure it out later and went home to sleep.

The next day Marrie woke at the ungodly hour of six in the morning, having had nightmares for as long as she'd been asleep that night. A few hours of metaphorically beating her head against a wall with trying to code emotions later and she decided that she really needed to get out and go somewhere. She got ready with her esper gear and went out, ready to head to the Great Escape, but left behind her gun. Normally she wouldn't take a gun anywhere she wasn't prepared to use it, but an esper hangout wasn't the least likely place for violence to spring up. Despite that, she didn't think it was wise to bring a weapon that was so easy to misuse when she was still reeling from the night before.

As usual she took her bike and went to a secluded area to transform, then went directly to the Great Escape. With any luck, she would be able to distract herself from her dreams.

Stats

19 | Female | Freelancer | Misty Steps
Apexer Predator | Dagger | Physical | Heavenly Chain
Arctic Storm | Masking
Step of the Monsoon | Wind | Riding the Currents
After You Get Smacked Up | Gunstock
[Storm (4), Flight (6)] Damage (2), Damage X (6), Slow Fall (4), Blink (4), Transplace (8), Magic Sense (6), Heal (16), Stabilize (0), Portal (8), Rain (2), Bounce (0), Homing (2)

DAMAGE: C | SPEED: D | SENTINEL: C | 1000

PHYSICAL: E | ARCANE: C | CHAOS: B | 1000

Yu-Gi-Oh!: Perils of the Night

I'm hitting a wall on what to write, so please just assume Luna is following along quietly, since I don't think I'll be able to write something decent by monday.

Digimon: Fallen Knights

Kari Primrose

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With "Impmon's" arrival, Kari spun to face the creature but was quickly calmed by its demeanor. Anything that wanted to talk over fight was fine with her. Still, she wasn't going to be unprepared if it changed its mind. It was also kind of funny to her that her fellow human asked "what on earth," when they might not be on earth anymore, and the "imp" asked "what the heck" instead. Fitting.

Kari continued in silence as the group followed "Kuro" to the village. When she saw the small heads bouncing around, swarming the humans, she got a little uneasy. Surely these little things weren't dangerous, but they certainly looked somewhat unsettling. That's when Isaac asked the question she was just thinking. What's with the naming convention? When Yurie suggested that it might be a file type, it sounded plausible. But...

"If that's the case, I wonder what our file type is." She mused aloud. Then she turned to face Yurie directly. "So you're assuming these things haven't evolved to this point? That they're all manually created by someone?" Kari didn't think she believed that.