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Grimoiric Heart

I’ll be posting later this week.

Grimoiric Heart

There’s time to do it in passing and whatnot. Or use the shared strife of a crazy German gun girl to bond.

Grimoiric Heart

Just as a heads up for everyone, Izurich will be departing the RP due to IRL reasons.

Tower of Fable

Impossible? Improbable? Surely not. Those were the incantations and beliefs of a lesser creature, one naught worthy of the right of rule. It was arrogance on part of Demyx’s side no doubt that fueled Nephuna’s words and one that the JSTR would see no fit amongst itself. The waves of its host crashed upon a wall of spears until crushing seas gave out to cold steel. Those that pushed through came to stab at Kanbaru, or would have had they not frozen in place. A colder presence made itself known with colder desires crashing around Kanbaru’s head.

The spears disassembled where they stood before Kanbaru’s aura. Each one dissipated back into coding; yes, coding, for the fusion for all that she was worth was still only that of data. Even now the Tower recorded Nephuna, learning, rewriting and scripting. Data was fallible, malleable, and that which the JSTR would take for its own. It was the desire to be real and exist that spurned this fusion’s motive, to evolve past its data. And yet, the madness of a mutt meant nothing to forces it couldn’t understand. Nephy’s venom only spurned the unfeeling program written in Kanbaru’s mind with all the more desire to see her bent over the knee and accept her new role as…yes, a word bled into its headspace with many meanings behind it. It would have its Mastephos.

The JSTR mirrored Kanbaru’s movements like a shadow. Each one of her swings held with it a secondary cutting presence that buzzed harshly, each prickle of ice and splash of the roiling pressure of cosmic seas screeching with a glorious madness only those deepest in their desires could fathom to understand. The pitiful shadow wolves, only former shells of their already fractured creator, fell before the wrath of a true monster. Bloodlust continued leaking from the whale even as blood was spilled by Marianne’s body. The Serei Card never faltered in her own maddened grin, body hacked and limbs torn asunder so much so even her summoner paid it no mind.

Or perhaps Thomas knew of the darkness within his own card; it was difficult to tell in the free for all. The remnants of Marianne’s body lashed out as limbs and body parts hurled at the many Nephunas with the accuracy of a machine gun. Then came weight and force as each one grew outwards, reforming into their own Mariannes. Each one slammed themselves into a Nephuna with giggles in their ear and hands defiling and flaying their bodies.

“Time means nothing to the mark of Death. You are no Master and you cannot see your own end,” the Mariannes giggled. The original slid out from Thomas’ shadow with a hand on his shoulder and a sigh in her breath. “Do you hear this music, Thomas? Really now, what is that dreadful noise? I expected a fusion to have more…class? Truly tasteless,” the Angel of Death mused over Thomas’ shoulder as she shook her head upon the sudden tune threatening to drown the combatant’s thoughts.

“Thomas dear I have no qualms with you finally growing a backbone, but if you’re going to fight without abandon, you should let me KNOW.” Marianne’s own Golden iris gleamed in sync with Thomas’ and a barrage of death-inducing gunfire and laughter echoed from behind his shoulder. But none moved faster in the darkness than a black blur shot like a cannon. It raced past all Nephuna only to slam a fist through the one standing near the speakers.

It didn’t take much for Katie to send the fusion flying least of all when she wasn’t paying attention. A quick flick of Pendragon followed by a gunshot made quick work of her music and shattered her vinyl. “You really need to shut up. Seize control of the Tower? Really? All I’m seeing is history’s biggest temper tantrum,” Katie mused to the dancing Nephuna even as she idly reloaded Pendragon. “The only reason you’re not erased is because one side wants to treat this like an animal documentary and the other doesn’t bother fixing her own Tower. So let’s not pretend you’re anything special, right Nephy? I didn’t think you needed power from this parasite just to put a dent on me,” Katie deadpanned to the fusions.

“Ditch the loser and fight me for real coward.”

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There we go. All summoned students report to your night class. Senior girls may watch and give pointers.

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Charlotte was happy to see her old acquaintance had enough sense to remember not everyone was built with metal for limbs. She stretched with an audible pop in her back when Valeria finally settled down and was ready to give a piercing stare if any girl so much as made an age joke. Luckily, between those sensible enough to know who Valeria was-those being the girls who instantly assembled to attention-and those who respected Charlotte too much, there was little opportunity for one. All the same, the redhead crossed her arms and looked at the other girl with amusement and absorbed her words. “Substitute teacher, eh?”

Well, it made sense. With the Pageless more rampant and ferocious than ever before it was reasonable of the school to seek out aid and employment from Magical Girls across the world. Valeria was just living proof of the Grand Ministry’s extensive influence. It was almost like fate, Charlotte mused, that she would come across two roaming Magical Girls today with their own independence. The air lit up with excitement and energy by the fireworks Valeria summoned. It left a sheen of reverence and surprise among the newer students while snapping Charlotte back to the present.

Though, one of them girls already caught Valeria’s eye it seemed. Charlotte chuckled at Valeria’s initial sentiment on Nessie. Looks could be deceiving however and no one should know that better than the gunslinging Magical Girl. “We’ll just see,” she said back. By now the senior girls were departing with their own classes and tasks to do. Indeed, the line was breaking as students still needed to attend their lessons. “Woah, slow down there iron mask marauder,” Charlotte told Valeria. “Some of these girls just had their first patrol. Still, a combat lesson would do wonders. I take it you already got your schedule from the Grand Minister, no? You work better at night right~?”

A flash of paper was stuffed in Valerie’a hands before she protested. It read her schedule exactly, words and inked formed by themselves on the sheet. The Grand Minister already dictated when her class would run, because surely everyone loved night classes? “You can start your rotation with our patrol girls. Some of them could use a refresher too.” Charlotte clicked her heels together in what almost looked like a dancing motion before she was gone and out of sight in thin air.

The sounds of her speed were evident by the gasps that no doubt followed her appearance with their own slips of paper given to them before she reappeared beside a downed Eins. “Ahem. All girls who have a slip will report to Training Facility B for their night classes with Waffenhändler. Oh yeah. Hey Eins~” Those in attendance who received a slip of paper from the Crimson Comet were of course all girls from the patrols with their leaders viable to watch the session should they so choose. However, these slips given from Charlotte were slightly different from the one that acted as the Grand Minister’s schedule to Valeria with red ink grafted over Charlotte’s version.

“See you later then Val~” Charlotte said with a wave after helping Eins. The scholar was free to carry on whatever she was doing; all the girls were expected to really. But when the hour struck and the sky darkened into evening, those summoned were expected to gather in the aforementioned Training Facility B. Marrywell Academy was nothing short of its expansive landscape so holding such a varied training ground, one of many, was nothing short of literal magic itself.

The training ground was, however, already filled to the brim with Valeria’s junk. Large hunks of metal and scattered about pieces that belonged to some larger machination littered the floors. Where one might call it messy, the gun girl probably found comfort in the rampant chaos of machine and oil. If nothing else it gave the night class a theme. Up high in one of the viewing areas was Charlotte. She leaned against the rail with a cat’s grin as she waited for class to start.

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I am really sorry about that. I have been struggling with writing recently and while I would not like to abandon the RP, I am not sure if I can make a post for this round. Here is to hoping I can get myself out of the funk.

@Villamvihar

No worries. We're in a down period and it seems most people are busy. At the moment there's no big moves forward so you're good.

More specifically, I proposed a Collab to Lewascan, but they haven’t answered whether they want to or not. Hence the current status is the same from before, pending their answer.

Honestly, I think they haven’t even read IC posts since a week or so ago, life has been busy it seems.

@Izurich

Ah, I see. Well in case the collab doesn't go through, there's things Lucette could do to pass the time. I hear there's an explosion in the school.

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@Lewascan2@Ponn, seems like we need the two of you to move things forward.

@KoL

Lewas and Izurich are in a collab. We are waiting for @Villamvihar though but there's no rush on that front since it's a down period in the school.

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“Man, that was such a drag….”

Charlotte walked the academy halls with her face pointed to the ceiling and her hands behind her head in a stretch. She arrived back to the school before the other patrols, naturally, and by the time Chinami’s group returned the redhead was already done meeting with the Grand Minister. It was…certainly not too much of a hassle, but a hassle nonetheless. The Grand Minister was always favorable to her and knew when she was serious. Perhaps that was why she took into consideration Charlotte’s suggestions for a rework of Chinami’s team? Or, and this was more likely, she simply saw what the redhead would confront her about.

Either or gave Charlotte a migraine to consider but the deed was at least done. The teams would be shifted around by the evening though whether the Grand Minister would alert Chinami and Lucette to report beforehand was up in the air. The Grand Minister’s parting words did leave Charlotte with room to thought however. “Head to the right wing of the school. Watch for explosions huh? Well what is that supposed to mean-" And just like that the world rumbled and the school shook. Charlotte blinked as a plume of smoke and fire erupted outwards from the school’s right side just feet in front of her, seemingly from a classroom.

Her feet carried her in such a direction, figuring she may as well check out what the prediction was about. While other girls fled and cried out, most among them students running out of the smoky ruins of a room, Charlotte only sighed. Already the magic in the area spiked up with several teachers and senior Magical Girls appearing beside her to snuff out the attack’s source. An intruder? Some sort of Pageless ambush? Worse. “Relax, relax everyone,” Charlotte said with hands up and waving away the glaring seniors. She recognized that magical signature anywhere and hoped there was insurance on those walls in the school’s many, many funds.

“It’s just a class gone wrong, nothing to see here-ooof.” Charlotte looked down to see the German Magical Girl keeping her in a near-death lock with her hug. “Heeeeey Valeria. You’re crushing my spine….” Charlotte said with faint of breath, tapping on the metal arms to ease up and let her go. “I’d hope you can fix whatever this is because teachers who blow up a classroom are expected to pay for the damages themselves. I hope you’re as good as making walls and desks as you are everything else,” Charlotte said with a cough among the just now cleared out smoke, charred room on full display.

“Sooooooo what’s up?”

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I’ll deem the majority of them being at the school.