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Lena

Magdalena "Lena" Bufka

✦ Apparent Age: 27
✦ Actual Age: ???
✦ Gender: Female
✦ Years in Service: 39
✦ Weapon: Chain Whip

✧ Usually worn as an earring while in it's gem form, when active it takes the shape of smoky black razors linked together in a long chain and attached to a simple handle. It functions surprisingly well as a whip, and Lena is decently accurate with it. Even more surprisingly is that it can also be used a sort of rope and lasso. Uchi outdid himself when he made it possible for the razor blades to tuck in, making whether the weapon cuts or not depending on the flick of a switch embedded in the handle. ^_Ref.

✦ Appearance:

Lena is a woman that clearly cares about how she looks. She very much enjoys the daily routine of painting her face with make-up and keeping her hair and nails looking nice. Though she has experimented with styles in the past, she usually keeps her hair long and straight - and yes she is a natural red head. While in the office she wears simple clothes with a touch of elegance, but on days off or during work trips to Earth she prefers dressing much fancier. In particular she loves to wear Victorian and Gothic inspired dress to "look the part." She was a little taller than average while she was alive, but in the modern era her height is the median. Her build is more on the slender side, and her pale skin doesn't do much to bring out her gray eyes (but that's where the eye make-up comes in).

✧ How did you die?

"How I died...? That's... a bit personal to ask on a first date, isn't it? Ufufufu... huh? This isn't a date? Then why I am I even - nevermind, you're still buying me dinner aren't you? Good.

"So. My death. I'm curious as to why you're curious... are you expecting something weird? Exciting? Something scandalous~? Ha, well..." She glanced down to the glass on the table in front of her, dragging a finger along the rim in slow circles. "I'll tell you it's the exact opposite of weird, exciting, or scandalous. Why don't you try and guess?"

She looked back up, her lips pulling into an amused expression. She shook her head with every guess, her smile growing wider at the more outlandish suggestions as to how she may have died. After her conversation partner gave up Magdalena leaned back in her chair and crossed one leg over the other. Her arms folded in the same way and she raised an arm to gesture as she spoke.

"Brace yourself for this one, okay~? ...'Cardiomyopathy.' I only learned that word much later. At the time I thought... well I thought I was just stressed. Then I dropped dead!" She laughed, at first genuinely but it died down into a hollow sound. "I guess they call it 'heart disease' too. That sounds a bit more romantic, don't you think? Her heart was too big, it worked too hard! She died from loving too much! That's what they told people. It's what I tell people, too."

She hummed lightly, masking the melancholy tone she'd dipped into. She raised the glass to her mouth, savoring the wine's taste. She had considered the tale over, but her company had more to ask. She blinked at the person across the table, holding their gaze for a few moments. When she set the glass down after that it was with a playful smirk.

"...hm? How I ended up in Decibitus? Why, was that story not traumatic enough for you? 'A stopped heart alone is no reason not to pass on' you're thinking. You'd be right. Tell me, do you know what a grudge is? It started with that. Ufufu... Let's just save that story for our second date."

✦ Magic Branch: Transmutation

✦ Magic

Most of Lena's magic is spoken, making its effects temporary and within a limited area. She does carry written versions of her spells that she takes with her on jobs just in case they might be needed - she has her personal supply of sticky notes for just such a task. The written versions naturally last longer, or cover a much larger area.

✧ Lentavy - Sticky

Usually applied to floors or walls to keep the target in place, but can be applied to any inanimate object. Decently strong adherence, but nothing that can't be escaped using sheer power.

✧ Repkaci - Bouncy

Generally used as an emergency spell against being splatted, when applied to a surface it becomes trampoline-like. The spell also sees uses in making spring surfaces for Reapers that can't get a handle on flight yet. Limited to about a 12ft/4m area at max.

✧ Leviaha - Lightweight

At it's strongest as a written spell, it can make whatever it is applied to as light as a feather. Most often used to make clearing obstacles easier, or soften the blow of incoming attacks. When spoken it is limited to objects approximately 6-8ft in size, when written it's about five times as strong.

✧ Acustry - Sharp

A spell that can make even the most mundane objects into dangerous ones. Lena hasn't mastered the written form yet, so it is limited in scope at the moment.

Decibitus [Moved to a new thread]

For your consideration!

Lena

Magdalena "Lena" Bufka

✦ Apparent Age: 27
✦ Actual Age: ???
✦ Gender: Female
✦ Years in Service: 39
✦ Weapon: Chain Whip

✧ Usually worn as an earring while in it's gem form, when active it takes the shape of smoky black razors linked together in a long chain and attached to a simple handle. It functions surprisingly well as a whip, and Lena is decently accurate with it. Even more surprisingly is that it can also be used a sort of rope and lasso. Uchi outdid himself when he made it possible for the razor blades to tuck in, making whether the weapon cuts or not depending on the flick of a switch embedded in the handle. ^_Ref.

✦ Appearance:

Lena is a woman that clearly cares about how she looks. She very much enjoys the daily routine of painting her face with make-up and keeping her hair and nails looking nice. Though she has experimented with styles in the past, she usually keeps her hair long and straight - and yes she is a natural red head. While in the office she wears simple clothes with a touch of elegance, but on days off or during work trips to Earth she prefers dressing much fancier. In particular she loves to wear Victorian and Gothic inspired dress to "look the part." She was a little taller than average while she was alive, but in the modern era her height is the median. Her build is more on the slender side, and her pale skin doesn't do much to bring out her gray eyes (but that's where the eye make-up comes in).

✧ How did you die?

"How I died...? That's... a bit personal to ask on a first date, isn't it? Ufufufu... huh? This isn't a date? Then why I am I even - nevermind, you're still buying me dinner aren't you? Good.

"So. My death. I'm curious as to why you're curious... are you expecting something weird? Exciting? Something scandalous~? Ha, well..." She glanced down to the glass on the table in front of her, dragging a finger along the rim in slow circles. "I'll tell you it's the exact opposite of weird, exciting, or scandalous. Why don't you try and guess?"

She looked back up, her lips pulling into an amused expression. She shook her head with every guess, her smile growing wider at the more outlandish suggestions as to how she may have died. After her conversation partner gave up Magdalena leaned back in her chair and crossed one leg over the other. Her arms folded in the same way and she raised an arm to gesture as she spoke.

"Brace yourself for this one, okay~? ...'Cardiomyopathy.' I only learned that word much later. At the time I thought... well I thought I was just stressed. Then I dropped dead!" She laughed, at first genuinely but it died down into a hollow sound. "I guess they call it 'heart disease' too. That sounds a bit more romantic, don't you think? Her heart was too big, it worked too hard! She died from loving too much! That's what they told people. It's what I tell people, too."

She hummed lightly, masking the melancholy tone she'd dipped into. She raised the glass to her mouth, savoring the wine's taste. She had considered the tale over, but her company had more to ask. She blinked at the person across the table, holding their gaze for a few moments. When she set the glass down after that it was with a playful smirk.

"...hm? How I ended up in Decibitus? Why, was that story not traumatic enough for you? 'A stopped heart alone is no reason not to pass on' you're thinking. You'd be right. Tell me, do you know what a grudge is? It started with that. Ufufu... Let's just save that story for our second date."

✦ Magic Branch: Transmutation

✦ Magic

Most of Lena's magic is spoken, making its effects temporary and within a limited area. She does carry written versions of her spells that she takes with her on jobs just in case they might be needed - she has her personal supply of sticky notes for just such a task. The written versions naturally last longer, or cover a much larger area.

✧ Lentavy - Sticky

Usually applied to floors or walls to keep the target in place, but can be applied to any inanimate object. Decently strong adherence, but nothing that can't be escaped using sheer power.

✧ Repkaci - Bouncy

Generally used as an emergency spell against being splatted, when applied to a surface it becomes trampoline-like. The spell also sees uses in making spring surfaces for Reapers that can't get a handle on flight yet. Limited to about a 12ft/4m area at max.

✧ Leviaha - Lightweight

At it's strongest as a written spell, it can make whatever it is applied to as light as a feather. Most often used to make clearing obstacles easier, or soften the blow of incoming attacks. When spoken it is limited to objects approximately 6-8ft in size, when written it's about five times as strong.

✧ Acustry - Sharp

A spell that can make even the most mundane objects into dangerous ones. Lena hasn't mastered the written form yet, so it is limited in scope at the moment.

Edited as requested below, approved via Discord!

Decibitus

Transmutation should work totally fine as a magic branch, yep! I will give the heads up in advance that it most likely won't work directly on a reaper's weapon, but hopefully people aren't trying to fight their colleagues r-right? /nervous sweating

@PapiTan

Woo, thank you! And yeah I figured since the weapons are made out of the spooky gem cores they would have some immunity to magic, breaking, etc?

Decibitus

Since I have a character concept coming together pretty well, I will do away with the "maybes" and say I'm in ^^
I'm thinking a woman who's older than she looks, having died a while ago and has been a Reaper for a while too. Depending on the other characters, she might turn out to be the reaper with the most years under her belt (within our player group of course). She'll probably turn out to be like a playful, teasing aunt.

@PapiTan for magic, do you think changing the properties of objects would work? Like making something heavier or lighter, or rubbery, soft, hard, etc? I'm leaning that direction now using "Transmutation" as the magic branch, but I can go back to the drawing board if you don't think it will work!

World of Light

Word Count: 687 (+1 exp)
Level: 3 - Total EXP: 46/30
Location: Dystopiascape - Kunad Highway

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh. Pit's arrows of light sailed through the air and around the makeshift battlefield as he leaned into support while recovering from the nuclear attack. With all the chaos and constantly shifting targets, just as many missed as hit. No matter how many times they hit their marks though, if one of the demons was healing the others it would be moot. While he tried to focus his shots on Atropos, the chaotic fight made it hard to do. The trucks themselves were spread out, and then suddenly closer together every time the road narrowed. Wide ranged spells of ice and darkness bloomed around the area, and the scattered shouts of the Seekers was a near constant.

They managed to fight regardless of the conditions, but the G-men were not the only thing they had to contend with. The woman they were working with, Giovanna, called out a warning for something coming up ahead. "Wild trucks" she'd said, which sounded strange but turned out to be exactly that - large semi trucks with no drivers, clustered together and headed their way.

There was some good news though! That helicopter she'd mentioned earlier was within view and on it's way. Hopefully it got to them soon. In the mean time, there were two separate but soon to be collectively massive situations to deal with. One in front of them, and one currently at the tail end of their ride.

Being caught between two major problems really sucked. Pit was split on what action he should take - would it be best to help clean up with demonic shadows, giving his team an easier time as the navigating the moving trucks without worrying about attacks from the rear? Or should he focus on mitigating the threat of the clustertrucks, making their current ride safer while leaving the others to deal with the enemies?

I really wish I had some divine advice right now! The angel fretted. Despite knowing it likely wouldn't reach her, Pit did pray to the Goddess of Light while he dispelled the Palutena Bow and equipped the Guardian Orbitars in it's place. While he'd been deliberating on what to do, the other Seekers had already followed through with most of their plans. Melee combat was steadily wrapping up, and bullets and sandstorms were closing in from the back of the convoy. There was a gradual shift toward the front of the line of trucks, notably with Raz and Roxas having taken hold of the enemy commander. Pit went forward with them, but instead of another combo play with Raz and continued on until he was right at the edge of the lead cargo truck's trailer.

Ultimately, his choice was always going to be this one. The delivery drivers looked totally petrified, staring down the horde of sentient trucks while a supernatural battle was going on atop their own vehicles. The Seekers were professionals at fighting and world-saving (sort of), but the people they'd hitched a ride from were just regular humans. Humans that could use some help avoiding a head-on collision on the road.

Pit hopped down onto the truck's hood, looking back over his shoulder at the man driving and shouting a quick, "Sorry!"

Thankfully the driver, though startled, kept his iron-grip on the wheel and didn't swerve. Pit breathed in, focusing on getting the timing right. His plan was a simple one: to project the orbitars' energy shield and force the clustertruck herd to part around the cargo convoy. It was hard to judge just how many wild trucks there were, but at high speeds like this a few seconds should be enough time to cleave through the pack - he hoped.

He deployed the shield when he judged they were close enough, giving the driver-less vehicles time enough to swerve away. If they were dead set on going straight then they'd just smash against the shield and be pushed to the side anyway. That wouldn't be ideal for anyone, but at least it would still be better than crashing right into them. He'd escape with the others once he did what he could here.

World of Light

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Level: 7 - Total EXP: 163/70 ------ Level: 5 - Total EXP: 38/50
𝙱𝙿 ●●●●● ---------------------------- 𝙱𝙿 ●●●●●
Word Count: 1701 (+3 exp)
Location: The Under - the Chasm, Ruins

So that was that - they'd get some maps, they'd find some masks, and they'd open a spooky egg door and fight some monstrosity. All in a day's work for the Seekers, Primrose thought to herself.

She was planning to stick around this level for a little while more, preferably so she could fully recharge before the group got into anymore trouble. Scouting ahead didn't seem like a bad idea, so the dancer easily agreed to it. Ganondorf mentioned another area just past the temple, which is where Primrose would eventually head.

When Therion didn't move to follow Ms. Fortune back to the area they thought the map-maker could be found, she shot him a curious look. When he merely returned the look she raised a brow, which the thief mirrored. Was he really going to be stubborn like this?

"You brought it up," she pointed out. Therion opened his mouth to retort, but gave up before he even started. He was pretty eager to get a map of this place, he just didn't want to go down yet another godsdamned hole in the ground.

He went back the way they'd come, looking over the cavity with the cat burglar. It was surprisingly well lit, and there were plenty of footholds and platforms to be seen. However, one wrong step and it looked to be a long drop. Screw this, he thought. But before Therion could act on his thoughts about heading back, Ms. Fortune called him out. 'Try and keep up,' she'd said.

"You're on," he replied, pride pushing him to rise up to her challenge. There was no Consul here to cut those chains holding the platforms up either, so the odds of falling again were...

He hesitated at the edge, even though he could clearly see a path down. All these pits really sucked, just dredging up bad memories. Ms. Fortune jumped right in while Therion paused, and when the platform she'd landed on didn't immediately collapse the thief sighed in relief. He followed after her, jumping towards a different platform and catching the chain support, sliding down it until he landed on the flat surface.

He then watched Ms. Fortune's battle with the cricket with some amusement, not finding it a particularly dangerous foe. After she dispatched it she leapt to the next platform, and either she was heavier than she looked or the platforms were weaker than they seemed, because she promptly fell right through. For this mental health Therion chose to believe the former, since he was standing on one of those platforms.

He knelt down and watched her fall, figuring she would be fine considering her whole... condition, or whatever. With one hand held tight to the chain he cupped the other around his mouth and shouted down after the falling feral, "great lesson!"

Welp, he wasn't about to throw himself down there to join her so for the moment he took it slow, picking his way down. I guess now would be a good time to try some things out, he thought to himself as he went. He was a hands on learner, and the down time they had now would be good for running some tests. The first was using the enemy spirits - he'd already went through the fusion process, so the other options were... what had they called it? Itemization or bonding? Therion brought the spirit of the junicorn up to his face, looking passed the shimmery surface to the monster inside. If he thought turning this thing into an item would yield anything valuable he'd do it, but he highly doubted that would be the case. So option two it was. He'd just seen Ms. Fortune's bound monster in action, so the usefulness of doing that with a spirit did not escape him. The only question was, how did the process work?

"...I'm not about to apologize for killing you. You probably don't even care, you're a monster - fighting is fun for you I'm sure. So, uh..." Therion trailed off while talking to the spirit, feeling awkward about the whole thing. Still, it seemed to be provoking some response as the spirit glowed a little brighter at the mention of having fun. He stowed his discomfort and finished up. "So you're fighting on our side now. Got it?"

For Therion

New Striker Spiritbound:
Junicorn
An enigmatic monstrosity housed within armor. Though its arms and legs seem like a man's, slick with blood, one must doubt if the creature inside was ever human to begin with. It's highly durable and can tank a good impact, as well as just throw (or pull its limbs in and roll) itself to deliver blunt force, but its trump card is the lance on its head. It can be fired like a bolt from a ballista, only to be swiftly regrown. Its short-to-medium cooldown means that its simple strengths can be leveraged with convenient frequency.

With that over with, Therion carefully hopped down to the next platform below and from there onto a sturdy looking rock outcropping. He summoned his new striker there, the junicorn poofing into existence and shifting to look at Therion for orders. It was a bit surreal, but surreal was going to be his life for the foreseeable future.

"Let's see what you can do. There's bugs all over, so go... take care of them, I guess."

Therion wasn't sure if it was capable of making any sounds, because after his command the junicorn just turned and seemed to look over the cavity. Then the monster braced itself, taking aim at one of the large cave crickets they could see from there and firing it's lance-like horn. The shot impaled the insect, blasting it to pieces.

Therion was about to praise the striker but it decided to keep on going, immediately regrowing another horn and shifting it's aim. It's repositioning led it to step too close to the ledge they were on, and the rock crumbled beneath it's weight. Therion scampered backward and pressed himself against the wall, but luckily only the very tip of the outcrop fell away. Junicorn tumbled down with it, becoming a living wrecking ball. It plowed through flies that were too slow to get out of the way and smushed different kinds of grubs, ping-ponging off of the platforms and the stone until it's timer ran out just before it crashed into the bottom floor.

Therion had peeked over the ledge he was on, watching the whole thing through his fingers after face-palming. He probably should have guessed that the junicorn was not the most dexterous of monsters. At least it had technically done what he'd asked it to.

Test two Therion was more confident about. After absorbing those spirits earlier, he had felt more than just his new senses. There was an internal shift too, an intuitive change that led him to believe that one of the powers he'd gained from the fusion was transformation. If he really could turn into a more literal cat, then getting down to the bottom would be much easier. And safer, hopefully - he wasn't looking to follow Ms. Fortune's example. The thief flexed his fingers and rolled his shoulders, taking a deep breath before he just... focused really hard on changing his shape.

The process was not a visceral one, in fact it was nearly instantaneous. There was a dim flash, and then Therion was no longer in human form - he was a large cat. Though he couldn't tell, his beast form was slightly smaller than the one the man he'd gained the power from assumed. His new fur coat was white, black, and dull blue just the same as his hair, ears and tail, and lacked the markings that Ranulf had. The cloth wraps around his legs remained, and so did his gloves. The fool's bangle was there too, locked just as tight as usual.

It felt almost natural - almost being the key word. After the initial shock of it actually working, he again took it slow as he leapt down to the next platform. It didn't shake as much as he'd thought it would, his weight distributed evenly by his four legs. Cats land on their feet. Cats land on their feet, he repeated to himself as he moved from platform to platform. It didn't take long for him to get used to the body, moving faster and taking longer jumps. He sliced through any gruzzer flies or shearwigs that attacked with his claws. It was... actually pretty fun.

He found his way to the bottom much more gracefully than Ms. Fortune had, and he was pretty proud of that fact if the smug feline rumbling coming from his beast form was any indication.

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Up above, before anyone else really got going a fight had erupted between two great forces of evil. Or so it was claimed. Since none of Bowser's little crew moved to stop the battle, neither did Primrose - she simply enjoyed the show. The fight may have started due to the Koopa King's bruised ego, but ultimately freeing the Gerudo from Galeem's influence would be a good thing.

It played out much like a grudge match, which the dancer supposed made sense given Bowser was familiar with the other man. Kamek was likely right, though the casual mention of 'meeting of other worlds' was very strange to hear. She didn't think about how many other 'worlds of light' like this there might have been. By the time the fight was over, Primrose had regained most of her mana. Bowser's son took up healing his father, while a friend heart patched up Ganondorf. Once it's work was done and the light was washed from his person, the Gerudo King got to his feet and let out a primal scream.

"Very dramatic," Primrose chuckled. She approved. It seemed like Ganondorf already knew their shared enemy too - so he really had been part of some other world-colliding event. Or perhaps, he'd fought with Galeem before? Maybe that was why he'd been chained up down here.

Free or not, Primrose's appraisal of the King of Evil being trouble did not change. Still, since he was now officially on the team, he still deserved an actual explanation... that is, if he wasn't already in the know.

"Welcome to the waking world," Primrose said as she approached Ganondorf. She didn't get too close given how angry he was, keeping some space between them she stood with one hand on her hip. "So you're familiar with Galeem. Do let us know if there's anything you don't already know about the nature of this world."

She shifted the onus to him if he needed an explanation or not about the strange things - like the couple of obviously Gleaming members of the party or the corpses crumbling to ash only to leave spirits behind. If he asked, she would oblige before she started to really take a look around the area.

World of Light

Word Count: 662 (+1 exp)
Level: 9 - Total EXP: 161/90
Location: Edinburgh MagicaPolis

This time around while sitting in the pub, the Cadet ordered a plate of food with his drink. Sure it had only been a couple of hours since lunch, but the time between then and now had been stressful what with the manic escape from the Metro and subsequent traipsing through the city. The small meal didn't last though, there one moment and gone the next.

Besides eating, he passed time chatting together with Wonder Red while they waited for the last of their party to arrive. The Cadet inquired at least once about how he could go about getting a suit like the hero's for underneath his armor, because as cozy as he was now in his new duds if he had something durable, thermal, and thin enough to be worn with his plate mail then he wouldn't have to sacrifice defense for warmth.

Big Band did not keep the other two waiting for long. With his size it was impossible to miss him enter, and the Cadet easily returned the man's hello with one of his own. It was a surprise to see that the detective hadn't come alone - beside him was a blonde woman in a blue cap and familiar coat. The monster hunter's eyes quickly flickered from her face to her attire, noting the Yukumo-style patterns expertly sewn into the Lagombi fur. It was silly to feel comfortable with the coat's wearer just from seeing the garment itself given that anyone could just wear a coat, but he felt that way all the same.

"Ice to meet you Lucia," the Ace Cadet said, not able to resist the pun after watching the chill draining out of the poor woman. At least the smile and greeting that he offered her were warm.

So she was a former detective, huh? Her accent was hard to understand at first, different from the common accent of the rest of the citizens, but he managed. And if he was understanding her correctly, the reason she was a "former" detective was because she'd just quit her job at the police department - the corrupt police department, it sounded like. Needless to say, they wouldn't be getting any help from them. At least they'd indirectly assisted with Lucia deciding to leave.

"So, what, there's another group of people after us?" It was a rhetorical question, one asked with a bit of humor. "They'll have to get in line."

The Cadet glanced out of the window, curious to see if he could spot any of the three tails. He didn't exactly know what to look out for, so he quickly turned his attention back to the table.

With Lucia's description of why she'd left the Cadet scrunched his nose in distaste for multiple reasons, not least of which being having to hear about a charade of justice. And that comment about being stuffed and mounted... hopefully that was just hyperbole. He couldn't imagine that if it was true and the guy was some kind of human taxidermist that Big Band would have just walked away. Well, speculating about it was pointless at the moment and at the very least both of the detectives were alright, which was what mattered.

"A local with a Heart of Justice? It'll be good to have you!" the Cadet told Lucia. Band then brought up the reason they'd split up in the first place. The Cadet hadn't found much of anything given his two focuses were to find warm clothes and dodge as many magic spells as he could while doing so. Their actual mission had taken a backseat in his brain, and he was honest about it.

"Sorry fellas," the hunter began, splaying his hands open and empty. "I had a hellblade of a time just getting around, so I don't have anything on our Guardian. Spotted a couple of help wanted signs and job postings here and there, but besides that..." he trailed off with a shrug. "I got nothing."

Decibitus

I'm perfectly okay with people playing more seasoned reapers! I just felt that the welcome would be a little more fun to introduce the job duties. Sorry for any confusion that might have caused!

@PapiTan

It was a fun read, no worries there! Just wanted to make sure! Thank you

Decibitus

@PapiTan Just one quick question for you then. Are you wanting a crew of "new" reapers or a mix of newbies and veterans? If I join in I was considering a character that has been on the job for a bit already. The welcome message you included in the OP seems like it's for new "hires" but I didn't want to assume one way or the other.

Decibitus

Maybe 👀