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Would it be cool if I made a discord for this RP? If a majority leans towards a yes I'll PM everyone discord invites!


I don't mind one, so sure.
@Duthguy, @Ammokkx

Both are fine and accepted by me. You can place them in the Character Tab.

@DesperatePerson

She's also good to go on my front, though wait for @KoL's opinions on her.

@WindsOfFate

Looking at him, it seems he has a few too many butterflies at his disposal. I'd recommend maybe removing the Gold Butterflies since we already have a healer through Ayaka. With the remaining 3 butterflies, he should be good to go on my end.
Time to think of character names.
I’ll keep an eye on this.
For every action, there was in consequence a reaction. Such was the simple makeup of life, the building steps, and these factors applied all the same within the Floors of the Tower. As its occupants acted, so too did the Tower react, ever changing, constantly moving, and never stopping. The first of such fates was Caprice, who’s searching among the theater room revealed very little. It was hardly a hoarding place of Victoire’s treasures, but maybe treasures came in a different fashion. Gleaming somewhere among the useless junk was a hand mirror.

Seemingly tossed away and forgotten, it held with it a certain charm that stood out among the rest of the tossed aside tools. Whether it contained some dormant power was yet to be seen but if nothing else, it would make for a hefty item to sell back at the Dangeki. Nothing else stuck out of interest unless Caprice wanted to rummage around in the theater room some more. By then, Thomas had since left the group, drawn to his own fate by the terrible power emanating from Victoire’s throne chamber. The boy was greeted straight with the sight of the giant serpent terrorizing everyone soon enough, a grander, much bigger version of the snakes he fought.

All of these events and more happened as they should, calculated and predicted by the Tower’s functioning system. Even so-called anomalies like the Snake could be countered with precise action on the part of the Tower’s occupants. And yet, one event suddenly set the inner-workings on pause and delay from how sudden of a conjecture it was. It was brief, passing for just a moment, but it was there; the death of a card holder. The pause lasted for an eternity and for a heartbeat all at once while the Tower located the source of the occurrence. While true, many were likely to perish, and have perished, within the Tower’s walls, there was something off about this one.

The Tower scanned, searched, locating, finding, until the image of Riku’s collapsed and bloodied corpse was noted. Despite her very obvious demise, there still remained sparks of life emanating from her. Curious indeed; so that was it then. In the time it took to ponder, it was the time it took to recognize and categorize the anomaly. Yes, this one would need to be watched. In the likelihood of another passing, she might even be taken in for further studies, though the Tower knew of her source all too well. At this point it was working on a curiosity of its own.

Perhaps that was why it chose to grant her a boon of sorts. Identifying the weakest Serei card in Riku’s deck, the princess, when she eventually woke up from her restless slumber, would find her God of Hornets, Apia card replaced with a new, shining one that burned and radiated with power enough to tear her body asunder and send her right back to the Deathsphere. It was enough to even give the Snake momentary pause as well, flicking its head in Riku’s direction before ignoring her for its true prize. Why would it waste its time with another wolf?

The revelation of what exactly Annabel swiped spilled out and about, but there was hardly time for the throne room’s occupants to process the information entirely, let alone put too much stock into it. The appearance of the towering serpent turned all attention towards it, barring the strife between Riku and Ami. As those two dueled, so too did the snake ignore them in favor for Annabel still. With a yelp, the huntress found herself pulled away by powerful gusts of wind just as the dark orb sailed past her, crackling and wobbling the space around its dense form.

Crashing just above Victoire’s throne, it did horrible wonders to the vampire’s migraine that only worsened the longer the snake remained in her presence. “Hey, yeah, sure, but maybe warn a girl next time you do that,” Annabel said to Akiko while also noting Victoire’s sickened expression and the damage being done to her throne room. “But, uh, I don’t know how these card thingies work-and you’re already gone. Nice.” Watching Akiko jet herself away with an invisible force, Annabel did much of the same, kicking off from the wall and zipping forward.

With gravity free to abuse in the situation, she did as Akiko instructed, bouncing from wall to wall with firearm in place, firing shots at the great serpent. As it was still focused on her, the snake snarled and hissed loudly in her direction, the force and reverberation of its tone enough to rattle the bones of all occupants involved. Each gunshot missed its mark however as portals, small but very much real, opened up wherever the shots made contact, absorbing them away like a snake swallowing its prey.

Its eyes flashed in irritation in seeing and feeling Kanbaru and Akiko approach. Much like the bard, Kanbaru had assistance in her own making, the JSTR tossing her with the force of a rocket on command towards the snake. However, the beast was still a serpent and its speed was underestimated for its size. It spun about, fast, scales shredding the air like a living buzzsaw as it whacked both Kanbaru and Akiko out the air and dead in their momentum with its body to slam them back with just as much force as their start up.

“Yeah, no, this isn’t working guys,” Annabel called out, still bouncing around to keep herself from being caught in the gravity trap. Given the snake was still trailing its sights on her, she couldn’t help but ponder and wonder and… “Hey, so new idea, who’s the strongest in here. Like, no bullshit, the actual strongest around?” No sooner was she listing off her question would she suddenly toss the Serei card treasure over, seeing it arc across the air like a bullet to its new occupant. “Got me a quick-thinking, on the nose fast plan!”



Despite her predicament in being trapped, Mai’s prowess in deducing the situation was enough to see fit in earning her rank as a Devil Hunter. The great presence around her felt more like a solid hand than the air pressing down on her body. Her analysis of the environment around her proved to be useful because the sound of movement filled around her ears. Something, whatever it was that held her, was moving, big enough to grasp her completely in its hand.

Invisible to the normal eye, the creature soon lifted Mai up higher from the ground. More noises filled the air, teeth creaking as a set of invisible jaws loomed over the Devil Hunter like a cavern ready to collapse upon her head. The only indication of its presence was the humid, acrid breath washing down Mai’s face and slightly stinging drool plopping down like rain. A row of teeth made manifest above her as the creature flickered into view, its camouflage slowly made out.

Although the creature wasn’t entirely revealed in its hideous glory, its flesh rippled in an outline distinct from the background of its surroundings. Even flashes of its true visage bled through for Mai to witness as the Youkai known as an Imori towered above her, ready to consume her completely. By its lizard-like complexion, it seemed the best candidate responsible for the shed skin found earlier on the shrine grounds.

It only paused when it sensed the Fake-Envoy gathering the last of the salvageable black rocks. Driven by instinct like all Youkai, the Imori turned itself completely invisible again and lumbered towards their position and to the Fake-Envoy. Its footfalls left little sound, and to the outside viewer, it was as if Mai was floating in midair, gliding over to the Fake-Envoy’s location.
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