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Atomic's Rummage Sale.

Substitute Character version Two

Name: Darla Drake

Age: 18

Grade:3rd Year at St Laurel's Mephisto's

Biography: It's safe to say that Drake was born in one of the wealthiest families of Rhea, if not the world. Her father, Arthur Drake, a geomancer, is a notorious tycoon with an appetite for new, raw resources and overthrowing goverments that he doesn't like. Drake Heavy Manufacturers is both seen with awe at the amount of worldwide money and clout it can muster, and the unrepentant bloodthirsty past it has. For Arthur Drake, originally hailing from Albion (not-Britain), everything was fair game.

Even buying royal blood. That's how Carla Maressan de Vauquelin came into his life. Originally a disgraced wreck of a disowned princess found in a third-rate country watering hole struggling to get her next fix and booze to support her waning hedonistic drug-addled life, the ruined beauty was in turn turned into trophy wife for the enterprising businessman.

From the union of a heartless businessman and a vapid, stupid princess who sought comfort in bottles and drugs rather than facing her own problems came forth Darla. Born in the lap of luxury, bereft of love. It was in this scenario when she caught the attention of a Crippled Blacksmith God, when in one of Carla's lapses of judgment, she dropped the infant on his head while being inebriated.

Following said revelation, Darla grew up wanting nothing but love. Everything that could be bought, was at her finger tips. The best food. The best tutors. But her father was all about business, and her mother...even though he couldn't shake off the feeling of affection and yearning she had for her, did not quite attend little Darla as she should have. The most motherly thing was probably sometimes singing for her lullabies when she was sober enough for her to realize she had a little kid, and to nurse a wound or two.

A harsh and unforgiving environment to grow up made Darla harsh and unforgiving. Not knowing the meaning of "No" for an answer, young Darla soon followed his father's footsteps, her gift having a tremendous synergy with the industrial and wealthy background of the family, and it all but set in stone that she would follow in his father's footsteps at the time. She was even gifted an entire city for him to manage at his 14th birthday, the city of BlackLake.

Things, however, took a turn for the worse when the fall of Vauquelin struck. While for her father this had been a very profitable business, despite the fact they technically their in-laws, it turned poorly for her mother, as she was seen as one of the loose ends that needed to be executed. Darla then moved. It is uncertain wether this was true affection or a sense of defending one's possessions but the assassins sent to execute her own mother were brought to heel by Darla's creations. One by one, then were extinguished in gruesome experiments, as the appetites of the youth for more philosophical questions like the nature of the soul were sought with steel and cut flesh, with energy and charred organs.

And so, It dawned upon her father a most disturbing realization he had nurtured a monster. Darla was everything he had wanted in a son and much more... It was an horrific and disgusting resounding success. Fearing for his future at the hands of the very child he raised, he sent her to Rhea, far from him, in a last ditch effort to at least teach her to fake, if not feel, empathy for fellow men and get a good PR image. Darla could not avoid attending school, but she did manage to get in a last minute swap...

Powers:

Core Power - Ultimate Blacksmith: Darla was bestowed grace and power beyond mortal means to craft creations of metal and wondrous items, by none other than the god of the forge. As a side product she has an innate understanding for crafts and technology, but it has a huge caveat. For all the wondrous effects of her Blessing to take part, the creations she must assemble must be done by manual handcraft, while keeping automated processes to a minimum.

First Power- Legendary Metals: Darla can bring forth to life metallic alloys of legend. Three are of special mention. Adamantine, similar to a blackened steel but nearly indestructible by normal means (it can withstand lava and anything but the most extremely offensive powers), Mithril who is both as durable as the most durable mundane alloy while weighing as little as the most lightweight metal; And Orichalcum, a copper-like substance of a silver-gold colour which has superconductive properties at room temperature and most, importantly, it can react to powers channeled due to gifts, creating gear that enhances existing powers. Only Darla's gift can bring these alloys into existence, other people who somehow steal his recipe will find themselves with mundane alloys.

Second Power- Divine Armaments: Darla is able to hand-craft legendary weapons with the same ease people do wood carvings on small wood logs. Due to the heavy manual involvement, each item is a one-of-a-kind, and thus they have unique properties worthy of an unique name. A side effect of this power is that Darla can destroy Legendary weapons with her handcraft with the same ease one breaks down a failed pottery, being able to get raw materials out of the deed. Darla requires a certain amount of time to craft one, from weeks to months. She can hot-rig something in a few days or hours but it'll fall apart after a couple of uses.

Third Power- Spark of Talos: Darla's divine arts allow her to create life itself out a forge. Sentient automations who look up at her with reverence and near unshakable loyalty. They are capable of feeling and reason, and they can eventually rebel if Darla goes out of his way to abuse them for a prolonged period of time. After being made aware of this fact, Darla has built his automatons ever since with a Kill Switch.

Currently she has two of such constructs. Heavy duty Jet, with Adamantine chassis and suited for combat, and Pearl, with a lightweight mithril chassis for mundane tasks.

Relationships:

Vera Goh: A gorilla with money? Or is it a sow? Ugh. I cringe at her presence, but I must be polite. Until I can buy her family's company.
Wolf: Who? Ah, the Pink head's attachment. Forgettable. Might be worth to parade as toy. Maybe.
Andras: I don't know half of the names of these beggars. Stop.
Cel: Ugh. Disgusting little mishap of nature. They have potential, but I'd rather keep them outside my presence.
Parker: Eternal Gopher. I can make a dozen like him with my gift, so why bother? That being said, he's perky.
Ken: He's royalty? Good lord, Izumo really needed that revolution. Better not tell his uncle is one of our VIP clients... Possibly henpecked husband in the making?
Erisse: Idealistic. Cute. Her powers are useful. Maybe I should break her into servitude to be a carrier.
Suzakura: Probably the closest thing to respect? I still want to strangle him for his lecherous disrespect but gotta admire his spunk. Frenemy? Is that a thing, even?
Mina: Overflowing with abundance. I don't know where she buys her bras. Can heal wounds. Mind bogglingly stupid, and her parents insist she's on the same level as me. Well, maybe I can make use of her.
Michael: Come to think, my creations need fancy paintings. Maybe I should commission him... A nude maybe?
Duke: Fellow 3rd year. Rags to Riches and riches to rag. Bit of a street rat. Maybe If I entice him with the right cheese he would be useful. Oh yes, he could be at my feet squirming.
Chinami: She would be a great sidekick if she wasn't such a mongrel. Oh and that stupid Suzakura is after her. Misery draws misery.
Alyona: Fellow Royal blood. Completely cursed. I might feel like helping her. Might.
Rev: Cousin... don't overdo it. You're probably the only one besides mother I care about.

Substitute Character

Name: William Drake

Age: 18

Grade:3rd Year at St Laurel's Mephisto's

Biography: It's safe to say that Drake was born in one of the wealthiest families of Rhea, if not the world. His father, Arthur Drake, a geomancer, is a notorious tycoon with an appetite for new, raw resources and overthrowing goverments that he doesn't like. Drake Heavy Manufacturers is both seen with awe at the amount of worldwide money and clout it can muster, and the unrepentant bloodthirsty past it has. For Arthur Drake, originally hailing from Albion (not-Britain), everything was fair game.

Even buying royal blood. That's how Carla Maressan de Vauquelin came into his life. Originally a disgraced wreck of a disowned princess found in a third-rate country watering hole struggling to get her next fix and booze to support her waning hedonistic drug-addled life, the ruined beauty was in turn turned into trophy wife for the enterprising businessman.

From the union of a heartless businessman and a vapid, stupid princess who sought comfort in bottles and drugs rather than facing her own problems came forth William. Born in the lap of luxury, bereft of love. It was in this scenario when he caught the attention of a Crippled Blacksmith God, when in one of Carla's lapses of judgment, she dropped the infant on his head while being inebriated.

Following said revelation, William grew up wanting nothing but love. Everything that could be bought, was at his finger tips. The best food. The best tutors. But his father was all about business, and his mother...even though he couldn't shake off the feeling of affection and yearning he had for her, did not quite attend little William as she should have. The most motherly thing was probably sometimes singing for him lullabies when she was sober enough for her to realize she had a little kid, and to nurse a wound or two.

A harsh and unforgiving environment to grow up made William harsh and unforgiving. Not knowing the meaning of "No" for an answer, young William soon followed his father's footsteps, his gift having a tremendous synergy with the industrial and wealthy background of the family, and it all but set in stone that he would follow in his father's footsteps at the time. He was even gifted an entire city for him to manage at his 14th birthday, the city of BlackLake.

Things, however, took a turn for the worse when the fall of Vauquelin struck. While for his father this had been a very profitable business, despite the fact they technically their in-laws, it turned poorly for his mother, as she was seen as one of the loose ends that needed to be executed. William then moved. It is uncertain wether this was true affection or a sense of defending one's possessions but the assassins sent to execute his mother were brought to heel by William's creations. One by one, then were extinguished in gruesome experiments, as the appetites of the youth for more philosophical questions like the nature of the soul were sought with steel and cut flesh, with energy and charred organs.

And so, It dawned upon his father a most disturbing realization he had nurtured a monster. William was everything he had wanted in a son and much more... It was an horrific and disgusting resounding success. Fearing for his future at the hands of the very child he raised, he sent it to Rhea, far from him, in a last ditch effort to at least teach him to fake, if not feel, empathy for fellow men and get a good PR image. William could not avoid attending school, but he did manage to get in a last minute swap...

Powers:

Core Power - Ultimate Blacksmith: William was bestowed grace and power beyond mortal means to craft creations of metal and wondrous items, by none other than the god of the forge. As a side product he has an innate understanding for crafts and technology, but it has a huge caveat. For all the wondrous effects of his Blessing to take part, the creations he must assemble must be done by manual handcraft, while keeping automated processes to a minimum.

First Power- Legendary Metals: William can bring forth to life metallic alloys of legend. Three are of special mention. Adamantine, similar to a blackened steel but nearly indestructible by normal means (it can withstand lava and anything but the most extremely offensive powers), Mithril who is both as durable as the most durable mundane alloy while weighing as little as the most lightweight metal; And Orichalcum, a copper-like substance of a silver-gold colour which has superconductive properties at room temperature and most, importantly, it can react to powers channeled due to gifts, creating gear that enhances existing powers. Only William's gift can bring these alloys into existence, other people who somehow steal his recipe will find themselves with mundane alloys.

Second Power- Divine Armaments: William is able to hand-craft legendary weapons with the same ease people do wood carvings on small wood logs. Due to the heavy manual involvement, each item is a one-of-a-kind, and thus they have unique properties worthy of an unique name. A side effect of this power is that William can destroy Legendary weapons with his handcraft with the same ease one breaks down a failed pottery, being able to get raw materials out of the deed. William requires a certain amount of time to craft one, from weeks to months. He can hot-rig something in a few days or hours but it'll fall apart after a couple of uses.

Third Power- Spark of Talos: William's divine arts allow him to create life itself out a forge. Sentient automations who look up at him with reverence and near unshakable loyalty. They are capable of feeling and reason, and they can eventually rebel if William goes out of his way to abuse them for a prolonged period of time. After being made aware of this fact, William has built his automatons ever since with a Kill Switch.

Currently he has two of such constructs. Heavy duty Jet, with Adamantine chassis and suited for combat, and Pearl, with a lightweight mithril chassis for mundane tasks.

Relationships:

Vera Goh: A gorilla with money? Or is it a sow? Ugh. I cringe at her presence, but I must be polite. Until I can buy her family's company.
Wolf: Who? Ah, the Pink head's attachment. Forgettable.
Andras: I don't know half of the names of these beggars. Stop.
Cel: Ugh. Disgusting little mishap of nature. They have potential, but I'd rather keep them outside my presence.
Parker: Eternal Gopher. I can make a dozen like him with my gift, so why bother?
Ken: He's royalty? Good lord, Izumo really needed that revolution. Better not tell his uncle is one of our VIP clients...
Erisse: Idealistic. Cute. Her powers are useful. Maybe I should break her into servitude to be a carrier.
Suzakura: Probably the closest thing to respect? I still want to strangle him for his disrespect but gotta admire his spunk. Frenemy? Is that a thing, even?
Mina: Overflowing with abundance. Can heal wounds. Mind bogglingly stupid, and her parents insist she's on the same level as me. Well, maybe I can make use of her.
Michael: Come to think, my creations need fancy paintings. Maybe I should commission him...
Duke: Fellow 3rd year. Rags to Riches and riches to rag. Bit of a street rat. Maybe If I entice him with the right cheese he would be useful.
Chinami: Gotta love a self-made woman. She would be a great companion if she wasn't such a mongrel. Oh and that stupid Suzakura is after her. Guess I'll have to work this a little...
Alyona: Oh la la. What do we have here. As soon as I figure it how to date her and not die in the fucking process she is in the bag. Royal blood too.
Rev: Cousin... don't overdo it. You're probably the only one besides mother I care about.

Royal Rumble: Rumble over the Heavens

@Dezuel@Scarifar

Mina felt like fire on her lungs, and as if a dozen of hot pokers were inserted against her ribs. She could hear Suzakura's voice, but she could not process his words fully. She was more on guard and jolting by what appeared to be fingers digging on her gluteus. As if a lizard had gotten in her clothes, Mina jolted up.

Her first reaction was to ask if the guy and his glasses were alright, but that was quickly replaced on her mind by his cool bull glowy tattoos, which again, was superseded by a creeping thought. Her face beet red at the realization, she turned irate at Michael...

Except that, still trying to regain her bearings, she did not have the most nimble pace... and fell down again, this time front first on the artist's hands.

Pain and embarassment flared up, as her hand decreed judgement.

"YOU MILK THIEF!!!" She added as a slap came down hard on Michael.

Royal Rumble: Rumble over the Heavens

Substitute Character version Two

Name: Darla Drake

Age: 18

Grade:3rd Year at St Laurel's

Biography: It's safe to say that Drake was born in one of the wealthiest families of Rhea, if not the world. Her father, Arthur Drake, a geomancer, is a notorious tycoon with an appetite for new, raw resources and overthrowing goverments that he doesn't like. Drake Heavy Manufacturers is both seen with awe at the amount of worldwide money and clout it can muster, and the unrepentant bloodthirsty past it has. For Arthur Drake, originally hailing from Albion (not-Britain), everything was fair game.

Even buying royal blood. That's how Carla Maressan de Vauquelin came into his life. Originally a disgraced wreck of a disowned princess found in a third-rate country watering hole struggling to get her next fix and booze to support her waning hedonistic drug-addled life, the ruined beauty was in turn turned into trophy wife for the enterprising businessman.

From the union of a heartless businessman and a vapid, stupid princess who sought comfort in bottles and drugs rather than facing her own problems came forth Darla. Born in the lap of luxury, bereft of love. It was in this scenario when she caught the attention of a Crippled Blacksmith God, when in one of Carla's lapses of judgment, she dropped the infant on his head while being inebriated.

Following said revelation, Darla grew up wanting nothing but love. Everything that could be bought, was at her finger tips. The best food. The best tutors. But her father was all about business, and her mother...even though he couldn't shake off the feeling of affection and yearning she had for her, did not quite attend little Darla as she should have. The most motherly thing was probably sometimes singing for her lullabies when she was sober enough for her to realize she had a little kid, and to nurse a wound or two.

A harsh and unforgiving environment to grow up made Darla harsh and unforgiving. Not knowing the meaning of "No" for an answer, young Darla soon followed his father's footsteps, her gift having a tremendous synergy with the industrial and wealthy background of the family, and it all but set in stone that she would follow in his father's footsteps at the time. She was even gifted an entire city for him to manage at his 14th birthday, the city of BlackLake.

Things, however, took a turn for the worse when the fall of Vauquelin struck. While for her father this had been a very profitable business, despite the fact they technically their in-laws, it turned poorly for her mother, as she was seen as one of the loose ends that needed to be executed. Darla then moved. It is uncertain wether this was true affection or a sense of defending one's possessions but the assassins sent to execute her own mother were brought to heel by Darla's creations. One by one, then were extinguished in gruesome experiments, as the appetites of the youth for more philosophical questions like the nature of the soul were sought with steel and cut flesh, with energy and charred organs.

And so, It dawned upon her father a most disturbing realization he had nurtured a monster. Darla was everything he had wanted in a son and much more... It was an horrific and disgusting resounding success. Fearing for his future at the hands of the very child he raised, he sent her to Rhea, far from him, in a last ditch effort to at least teach her to fake, if not feel, empathy for fellow men and get a good PR image.

Powers:

Core Power - Ultimate Blacksmith: Darla was bestowed grace and power beyond mortal means to craft creations of metal and wondrous items, by none other than the god of the forge. As a side product she has an innate understanding for crafts and technology, but it has a huge caveat. For all the wondrous effects of her Blessing to take part, the creations she must assemble must be done by manual handcraft, while keeping automated processes to a minimum.

First Power- Legendary Metals: Darla can bring forth to life metallic alloys of legend. Three are of special mention. Adamantine, similar to a blackened steel but nearly indestructible by normal means (it can withstand lava and anything but the most extremely offensive powers), Mithril who is both as durable as the most durable mundane alloy while weighing as little as the most lightweight metal; And Orichalcum, a copper-like substance of a silver-gold colour which has superconductive properties at room temperature and most, importantly, it can react to powers channeled due to gifts, creating gear that enhances existing powers. Only Darla's gift can bring these alloys into existence, other people who somehow steal her recipe will find themselves with mundane alloys.

Second Power- Divine Armaments: Darla is able to hand-craft legendary weapons with the same ease people do wood carvings on small wood logs. Due to the heavy manual involvement, each item is a one-of-a-kind, and thus they have unique properties worthy of an unique name. A side effect of this power is that Darla can destroy Legendary weapons with her handcraft with the same ease one breaks down a failed pottery, being able to get raw materials out of the deed. Darla requires a certain amount of time to craft one, from weeks to months. She can hot-rig something in a few days or hours but it'll fall apart after a couple of uses.

Third Power- Spark of Talos: Darla's divine arts allow her to create life itself out a forge. Sentient automations who look up at her with reverence and near unshakable loyalty. They are capable of feeling and reason, and they can eventually rebel if Darla goes out of her way to abuse them for a prolonged period of time. After being made aware of this fact, Darla has built her automatons ever since with a Kill Switch.

Currently she has two of such constructs. Heavy duty Jet, with Adamantine chassis and suited for combat, and Pearl, with a lightweight mithril chassis for mundane tasks.

Relationships:

Vera Goh: A gorilla with money? Or is it a sow? Ugh. I cringe at her presence, but I must be polite. Until I can buy her family's company.
Wolf: Who? Ah, the Pink head's attachment. Forgettable. Might be worth to parade as toy. Maybe.
Andras: I don't know half of the names of these beggars. Stop.
Cel: Ugh. Disgusting little mishap of nature. They have potential, but I'd rather keep them outside my presence.
Parker: Eternal Gopher. I can make a dozen like him with my gift, so why bother? That being said, he's perky.
Ken: He's royalty? Good lord, Izumo really needed that revolution. Better not tell his uncle is one of our VIP clients... Possibly henpecked husband in the making?
Erisse: Idealistic. Cute. Her powers are useful. Maybe I should break her into servitude to be a carrier.
Suzakura: Probably the closest thing to respect? I still want to strangle him for his lecherous disrespect but gotta admire his spunk. Frenemy? Is that a thing, even?
Mina: Overflowing with abundance. I don't know where she buys her bras. Can heal wounds. Mind bogglingly stupid, and her parents insist she's on the same level as me. Well, maybe I can make use of her.
Michael: Come to think, my creations need fancy paintings. Maybe I should commission him... A nude maybe?
Duke: Fellow 3rd year. Rags to Riches and riches to rag. Bit of a street rat. Maybe If I entice him with the right cheese he would be useful. Oh yes, he could be at my feet squirming.
Chinami: She would be a great sidekick if she wasn't such a mongrel. Oh and that stupid Suzakura is after her. Misery draws misery.
Alyona: Fellow Royal blood. Completely cursed. I might feel like helping her. Might.
Rev: Cousin... don't overdo it. You're probably the only one besides mother I care about.

Royal Rumble: Rumble over the Heavens

@KillamriX88@Crowvette

Celestine offered a very worrying wink at the boy's reply of not being dropped, their small figure gripping now Wolf tighter against their self.
"Don't worry. Lots of places to grab onto." They said, as they perhaps took some -ahem- liberties with the places he was gripping Wolfram.

Meanwhile, the Librarian, Kiwi, let out a small weak protest "Now hold a seco- Wolfram!" She said, before being left with the abomination's partner. Kiwi, reacting quickly, drew Alyona closer to her as she began to crawl up the walls avoiding the goop.

<"Our training is hard, but not that hard."> She chose to answer in an accented Yekaterinan. <"We should try and reach the source... I can offer some web supports for us to..."> Kiwi had said, but, right in that moment, Alyona's curse activated, and five of her legs failed to find a support, before the spider girl fell backwards into the goop, but not before pushing Alyona out of the way.

"Hel-" Kiwi tried to say something, but soon it was all darkness.

It seemed Alyona was alone now.

---

Mina was confused. She had never thought Parker would walk away in this way, not after he had so many broken bones. Maybe he was still concussed? Or deaf? She had given him her best quality milk, but maybe there were things her panacea couldn't solve. She had to find him. But navigating the crowds was so confusing, and not many faces she could recognize.

So when she recognized Suzakura's her face brightened and ran towards his arms, a grin wide. A second later, a strange sound of impact was heard as Suzakura's full kick collided with Mina's ample bosom. The bovine girl let a strangled whimper before her generous rear's recoil would be sent in Michael's direction.

"Not...again..." She whined.

Atomic's Rummage Sale.

Feed Me, Pet Me, Worship Me

Name:Dina Denisova AKA Stray Empress
Age (Magical Girl): 14

Age (Before Magical Girl): 105

Gender: Female

Gender (Before Magical Girl): Female

Body type: Underdeveloped. No bountiful bosom on this one.

Appearance:

Purrr

Queen Incognito (Disguise)

Swimsuit

Avatar Mode

Specialization: Reinforcement and Beast: Originally a reinforcement, the extreme amount of magic she took in mutated Dina into a beastly creature, adding an attunement with the animal side of life and being able to command and reinforce animals at will. Being a healer and defensive user first and foremost, Dina's considerable prowess with the barriers and healing serves as a refresheners for the tides of beasts she is able to command at will. Reinforcement also makes her rallies extra effective.

Weapon: Cat's Cradle of the Red Revolution (Melee): An once blood-soaked remnant of what was lost, upon Dina's transformation into a magical girl, they became a set of crimson metal wires that can flail the flesh out of targets. The lacerations they inflict are often not easy to heal. It has a secondary function as defense or even as transport.

Power:

1-Power of Friendship: Groomed to be one of her countries leaders' in life, this has become her signature power as magical girl. Dina does know how to inspire bonds of friendship no matter who is the target, and how to get into people's graces with her noblewoman's sheer charisma.

2- Avatar: When everything comes crashing down. When all hope is lost and death is imminent, it is when one fights at its hardest. Dina's trumph card, the ability to enter a taxing state in which she can employ all specializations to bring a nasty and versatile surprise to opponents, at the cost of being not as powerful as a proper specialist, and twice as draining.

Perks:

• True Sight: Her feline eyes can see many things. Total darkness and obscuring maneuvers don't work against her keen senses. However, being able to see through darkness and concealment doesn't mean people's disguises will not fool her.
• Reverence: Cats are found to be charming and graceful, and this makes Dina be perceived as a symbol of grace and hope, rather than the corruption that most monster girls are associated with. Even normal humans would rather be drawn towards her than be horrified. She doesn't even need a disguise to walk around outside battles. However, being a starlet comes with her own set of problems. Namely, unwanted attention.
• Diehard: They say skinning a cat is very difficult and not to say impossible. While Dina most of the time avoids confrontation and would rather flee than fight, cornering and wounding her will make her much more difficult to pin down.
• Lure: It may be the way those haunting violet eyes stare at you, or the way her steps are graceful as she swishes her tail in balance. Or maybe her soft purring noise. People, specially cat lovers, are attracted to her, and seek her company actively, and attempt for her to grace them with her presence.
• Overcity Shift: Dina is able to shift herself and those around her to the overcity back and forth at will. This increases her escaping chances significantly.
• Flexibility: Cats have spines made out of silly putty, and Dina is no exception. Excellent at ballet and licking her own feet.
• Gifted - Ruler's Menagerie: Years of experimentation with her dual specialization and overall noble upbringing, has made Dina be worth of her title of Stray Empress. Acting as the most important banner of an army of either people or beasts, her mere presence already bestows passive healing and cleansing abilities to those who fight at her side, making them harder to kill. Her charisma is so great that she, too can even summon powerful magical beasts instead of normal ones to serve under her. (Although Dragons and the like still remain too powerful to bother what a scrawny cat noblewoman has to say).

Patron: Solo - Used and discarded.

Patron Benefits:

• Free Agent: An Empress bows to no one. However an Empress must take care of showing respect to commitment, else she might be destroyed by other forces of equal power.
• Magical Overload: The karma and magical potential that Dina was so vast it changed her shape forever into something not entirely human.

Patron Drawbacks:

• Alone: To be a monarch is to be friends with solitude.
• Monstruous Form: Dina stopped being human at one point. It's a fortune she comes off as cute rather than grotesque.

Monster Girl Mutations:

• Nonstandard Limbs: Dina's eyes are now slitted like a cat, and she has grown a bushy tail that interferres in wearing certain clothes. Hats are a big no for her, as now her completely functional cat ears can't stand being squashed. The upside is that such big ears allow for more earring decorations...
• Builder: The Bolsheviks are coming for her. They were never truly gone. Must protect her lair. Must defend herself at all costs. Must avoid being reached. Craft traps. Make plans. A safe kitty is a happy kitty.
• Second Specialization (Beast): Mew.
• Broken Reincarnation: Having no backup and being mutated into something inhuman, means that Dina will take much longer to gather herself together to revive if she is ever killed. This fact terrifies her

Fighting Style: Dina is an armchair general whenever she can afford it, sending minions and underlings to grind enemies down to dust while she takes care her army doesn't entirely collapse and outlasts opponents. In the case she can't flee, or make animals protect her while she's cornered, she is a scrapper who fights dirty, creating improvised traps and unveiling her Avatar state to catch opponents unaware and pounce on them.

Stats (Human Disguise):
STR:4
AGI:4
VIT:3
MAG:4
LCK:3

Stats (Transformed):
STR:7
AGI:10
VIT:7
MAG:20
LCK:7

Personality: Dina has blue blood in her veins, and that shows in her exquisite manners and speech. A social butterfly, Dina prefers to sway people with words to do things for her and barter than fight. Having suffering the wrong end of revolutions and wars in her past life, Dina is actually terribly afraid of conflict and will take the chance to flee rather than fight. However this is not something set in stone, as Dina will fight very hard if she's ever backed in a corner or she has sworn an oath to do so. She tends to be a woman of honour and takes her contracts seriously. As long as they don't involve fighting. She enjoys thoroughly being the center of attention, and finds unpleasant that she has to work to earn her own food.

History: History is written by victors, and victor Dina was not. Forcing to flee into exile due to the Bolshevik revolution, the young woman who once had been groomed to be akin to a princess, a beacon and a leader, had to make do with a small flat and scrubbing pots helping her nearing catatonic mother. The nobility of old... was almost entirely dead, and the new order dictated that no one would ever eat without doing an effort to do so.

She despised it, every single moment of it, and became fairly sarcastic and bitter. Even if she was capable enough to overcome the shock and become a self-made woman, mother of five children, and grandmother to seven, she always found that the past of courts and dances had shone brighter than any of her current life. She particularly resented having to work as secretary under men who would have never met in her old homeland for being too crass and lowborn.

And it was then, when her eyes were becoming cloudy, and the beauty of old wasting away in wrinkles, when it happened. Myths were real, fairytales doubly so. A magical incident required a new magical girl... and the Puchuu had found one candidate, being surprisingly viable despite apparently being well-past her expiry date.

The critter miscalculated how much aptitude Dina had, tho, and the excess power bizarrely mutated her into something between cat and human, which caused a major fallout. Once the crisis was resolved, Dina was left alone, having been used and discarded.

And the damned Bolsheviks could still come after her, she thought bitter. But she did not give up. She plotted, moved, did diplomacy and sometimes war, and kept herself light on her feet. Her new form allowed her to be what she had never been in life. An Empress of Stray animals, but an empress nonetheless.

After having heard the rumours of a power vacuum being increasingly likely in Penrose, Dina was drawn to it. She could feel there were opportunities to grow there.

Incantation: N/A - Avatar state: "Hen to Pan" ("The All is One" in Greek)

Additional Info: Catnip makes her incredibly smashed. She can, however, chug vodka like water. She really hates people yanking her tail.

Magical Coins: 2 Silver (Fairy Bounty) Dream Orb

Rolls & Coins

1 18
2 4
3 5
4 3
5 11
6 20
7 4
8 13
9 1
10 3
11 14

Spent 1 g to buy Avatar
Spent 1 s to swap Tentacles to Power of Friendship
Shifted Mystic Artifact to (DMG)True Sight
Shifted Healing Artifact to (DMG)Reverence
Shifted Interdimensional Tourist to (DMG)Diehard
Shifted Fated to (DMG) Lure
Origin Emergency: Picked Gifted and Flexibility
Spent 2s 4b on MAG stat. Spent Ruby coin on +3 Mag +1Luck

March of the White Rabbit: A Roll-Your-Own Magical Girl Roleplay

Bride of the Dragon

Name:Dina Denisova AKA Dina Tepes
Age (Magical Girl): 14 Overwritten by the Dream Orb (16)

Age (Before Magical Girl): 105

Gender: Female

Gender (Before Magical Girl): Female

Body type: Underdeveloped. No bountiful bosom on this one. Overwritten by the Dream Orb

Appearance:

Come Hither

I won't bite you.

Specialization: Reinforcement and Beast: Originally a reinforcement, the extreme amount of magic she took in mutated Dina into a beastly creature, adding an attunement with the animal side of life and being able to command and reinforce animals at will. Being a healer and defensive user first and foremost, Dina's considerable prowess with the barriers and healing serves as a refresheners for the tides of beasts she is able to command at will. Reinforcement also makes her rallies extra effective.

Weapon: Blood River (Melee): Formerly known as the Cat's Cradle of the Revolution. An once blood-soaked remnant of what was lost, upon Dina's transformation into a magical girl, they became a set of crimson metal wires that can flail the flesh out of targets. The lacerations they inflict are often not easy to heal. It has a secondary function as defense or even as transport.

Power:

1-Power of Friendship: Groomed to be one of her countries leaders' in life, this has become her signature power as magical girl. Dina does know how to inspire bonds of friendship no matter who is the target, and how to get into people's graces with her noblewoman's sheer charisma.

2- Avatar: When everything comes crashing down. When all hope is lost and death is imminent, it is when one fights at its hardest. Dina's trumph card, the ability to enter a taxing state in which she can employ all specializations to bring a nasty and versatile surprise to opponents, at the cost of being not as powerful as a proper specialist, and twice as draining.

Perks:

• Parasite (Blood): Having become a vampire, Dina can drain targets out of their lifeblood and regenerate wounds afterwards. It's not as strong as a regeneration power, but it can close wounds altogether.
• Reverence: Vampire nobles have a lot of charisma, and despite being a creature of dark impulses, her visage often tricks people in showing they are a good omen.
• Immortal: Vampires are very difficult to kill.
• Lure: Dina's beauty and dark aura attract many a monster girl. She has no need to spend the night alone anymore.
• Overcity Shift: Dina is able to shift herself and those around her to the overcity back and forth at will. This increases her escaping chances significantly.
• Coercion: Dina has gained the hypnotic gaze of her night kin. In her case, given her already high charisma and beauty, the effect is particularly brutal.
• Gifted - Ruler's Menagerie: Years of experimentation with her dual specialization and overall noble upbringing, has made Dina be worth of her title of Stray Empress. Acting as the most important banner of an army of either people or beasts, her mere presence already bestows passive healing and cleansing abilities to those who fight at her side, making them harder to kill. Her charisma is so great that she, too can even summon powerful magical beasts instead of normal ones to serve under her. (Although Dragons and the like still remain too powerful to bother what a scrawny cat noblewoman has to say).
• Wings: Dina has got bat wings now. She can fly with them with difficulty. They can retract at will.
• (Orb of Dreams) Inhuman Appearance- Radiant: The orb of dreams has given Dina beauty only seen in dreams. Her visage is so perfect and beatiful, it can make people stop and gawk, or even recoil at her mere presence.

Patron: Lesser Force- The Lord of Wallachia.

Patron Benefits:

• Focused: The Vampire Lord knows how to do his craft...
• Subtle: ...and do the deeds in the dark.
• Retrieval: Should any danger befall to one of his brides, big D himself will spirit them away. However, this also means they might just be retrieved for a completely arbitrary reason.
• Magical Overload: The karma and magical potential that Dina was so vast it changed her shape forever into something not entirely human.
• Gifted Item (The Ring of the Dragon- Beast Spec): This wondrous Ring made of obsidian has the power to augment Beast Sorcery to the point even creatures like Dragons might be inclined to follow the instructions of the wielder. It also commands respect in the creatures of the night.

Patron Drawbacks:

• Limited: Dracula is not a god, however powerful he seems.
• Rival Force: He is hardly the only supernatural force around his domain and sometimes, his brides might be called to arms.
• Paranoid: Betrayal has left a scar in the Son of the Dragon, and it shows.
• Monstruous Form: Those who walk alongside him, Share his curse.

Monster Girl Mutations:

• Wings: Upon Becoming a Vampire, Dina gained a couple of Bat wings which she can use to lift herself with difficulty and glide.
• Devourer: Blood is Life.
• Second Specialization (Beast): Obey me, creatures of the Night.
• Broken Reincarnation: Having no backup and being mutated into something inhuman, means that Dina will take much longer to gather herself together to revive if she is ever killed.

Fighting Style: Dina is an armchair general whenever she can afford it, sending minions and underlings to grind enemies down to dust while she takes care her army doesn't entirely collapse and outlasts opponents. In the case she can't flee, or make animals protect her while she's cornered, she is a scrapper who fights dirty, creating improvised traps and unveiling her Avatar state to catch opponents unaware and pounce on them.

Stats (Human Disguise):
STR:4
AGI:4
VIT:3
MAG:4
LCK:3

Stats (Transformed):
STR:8
AGI:10
VIT:8
MAG:22
LCK:7

Personality: Dina has blue blood in her veins, and that shows in her exquisite manners and speech. A social butterfly, Dina prefers to sway people with words to do things for her and barter than fight. Having suffering the wrong end of revolutions and wars in her past life, Dina is actually terribly afraid of conflict and will take the chance to flee rather than fight. However this is not something set in stone, as Dina will fight very hard if she's ever backed in a corner or she has sworn an oath to do so. She tends to be a woman of honour and takes her contracts seriously. As long as they don't involve fighting. She enjoys thoroughly being the center of attention, and finds unpleasant that she has to work to earn her own food.

History: History is written by victors, and victor Dina was not. Forcing to flee into exile due to the Bolshevik revolution, the young woman who once had been groomed to be akin to a princess, a beacon and a leader, had to make do with a small flat and scrubbing pots helping her nearing catatonic mother. The nobility of old... was almost entirely dead, and the new order dictated that no one would ever eat without doing an effort to do so.

She despised it, every single moment of it, and became fairly sarcastic and bitter. Even if she was capable enough to overcome the shock and become a self-made woman, mother of five children, and grandmother to seven, she always found that the past of courts and dances had shone brighter than any of her current life. She particularly resented having to work as secretary under men who would have never met in her old homeland for being too crass and lowborn.

And it was then, when her eyes were becoming cloudy, and the beauty of old wasting away in wrinkles, when it happened. Myths were real, fairytales doubly so. A magical incident required a new magical girl... and the Puchuu had found one candidate, being surprisingly viable despite apparently being well-past her expiry date.

The critter miscalculated how much aptitude Dina had, tho, and the excess power bizarrely mutated her into something between cat and human, which caused a major fallout. Once the crisis was resolved, Dina was left alone, having been used and discarded.

And the damned Bolsheviks could still come after her, she thought bitter. But she did not give up. She plotted, moved, did diplomacy and sometimes war, and kept herself light on her feet. Her new form allowed her to be what she had never been in life. An Empress of Stray animals, but an empress nonetheless.

After having heard the rumours of a power vacuum being increasingly likely in Penrose, Dina was drawn to it. She could feel there were opportunities to grow there.

On the wake of the incoming encroachment with Wonderland, Dina has become a Vampire Bride and used the Orb of Dreams.

Incantation: N/A - Avatar state: "Hen to Pan" ("The All is One" in Greek)

Additional Info: Catnip makes her incredibly smashed. She can, however, chug vodka like water. She really hates people yanking her tail.

Magical Coins: 2 Silver (Fairy Bounty) 1Gold (Bounty for Rescuing Magical Girl)

Rolls & Coins

1 18
2 4
3 5
4 3
5 11
6 20
7 4
8 13
9 1
10 3
11 14

Spent 1 g to buy Avatar
Spent 1 s to swap Tentacles to Power of Friendship
Shifted Mystic Artifact to (DMG)True Sight
Shifted Healing Artifact to (DMG)Reverence
Shifted Interdimensional Tourist to (DMG)Diehard
Shifted Fated to (DMG) Lure
Origin Emergency: Picked Gifted and Flexibility
Spent 2s 4b on MAG stat. Spent Ruby coin on +3 Mag +1Luck
Upon being Purificated and being Monsterified Again:
Shifted Mystic Artifact to (DMG)Parasite (+1Str)
Shifted Healing Artifact to (DMG)Reverence (+1Agi)
Shifted Interdimensional Tourist to (DMG)Immortality(+1Vit)
Shifted Fated to (DMG) Lure(+1Luck)
Flexibility became Coercion (+1 Mag -1 Agi)
Gained Wings (+1Agi)
Gained Inhuman Appearance as part of the Orb of Dreams' Power (+1Vit)

Son of the Dragon

Type: Lesser Force
Name: Vlad Tepes, Son of the Dragon, AKA Dracula.

Aspect

Personality: A rather intense person, whose ruthlessness is the stuff of legends, and that he has very little in the way of mercy. However, as monstrous as it seems, he does follow a code of honor based on ideals long lost. He is respectful to his peers and guests, and he can be reasoned with. However, don't make an enemy out of him.

History: There's dozen of versions about his past, but they all seem to point at an historical stint as a rather bloodthirsty defender against the Ottomans as well as a supernatural blasphemous side. After that, he has kept to himself most of the time, making an occasional play or two to move his influence further.

Resources: His Castle, full of night creatures and dark servants. He also commands lesser vampires under his stead, as well as having a modest wealth of magical items and resources.

Goals:
Find more Worthy servants
Increase the influence of Dracula
Destroy and Impale a hated Foe.

Additional Info: He cannot enter an abode uninvited. Daylight does jack shit to him.

Royal Rumble: Rumble over the Heavens

@Scarifar@Dezuel@Crowvette@KillamriX88

The first thing he felt, it was being numb all over. Like an overstretched doll, he drifted aimlessly in a void as his senses failed to take the grasp of the situation. Something wet brushed his mouth, as he was far too weak to protest, and continued to invade the path towards inside his throat. He tried to grasp for air, but he could only gulp as a somewhat lukewarm liquid went in. It felt... wrong. And yet, as if an intense fire destroying the cold away, his limbs stirring back to life, the same fire burning away the pain of the injuries.

Parker was awake, as a figure who seemed to have been straddling him moments ago scurried away, ruffling their clothes as they move away. Then it dawned. The massive figure, the horns... that particular smell.

The discarded milk bottle on her hand, still with remnants of the white liquid. Parker grimaced, connecting the dots. He still remembered his first time, days ago before she moved away. It had been a particularly vicious beatdown, when trying to defend Celestine. His fingers reached for his lips. The condemning white moustache was smeared on his fingers.

"Dickie, thank god I had enough for the two of us." Her voice seemed somewhat worried, as her tail was stiff. Mina, the one who had bested him. "But you're a jerk! Who told you to touch my tail like that!? Not even Suzakura does that!" She would prattle on. "But I'm glad it worked, you see, you're not half bad. The abomination is not around, so you can be my boyfriend!" She added, beaming and bouncing.

Parker refused to elaborate on how Mina didn't seem to carry those bottles in the fight and why the milk he had just ingested didn't seem like it had been taken out of a fridge.

"Boyfriend? Don't you have King Jerk for that?"

"Well you're a boy and you are going to be my friend!" Mina answered back... as Parker got up and began to walk away. "Hey, Dickie, where are you going? Heeey! Heeeeey? Won't you cheer up for my next fight?"

Parker just grunted and walked away.

March of the White Rabbit: A Roll-Your-Own Magical Girl Roleplay

Of Queens and Dragons

Dina and Robert

Hider

Dina

4 | 4 | 3 | 4 | 3
8 | 10 | 8 | 22 | 7
Reinforcement/Beast | Power of Friendship/Avatar
Parasite | Reverence | Immortality | Lure | Overcity Shift | Coercion | Gifted | Wings | Inhuman Appearance | Power Artifact
Focused | Subtle | Retrieval | Magical Overload | Gifted Item
Limited | Rival Force | Paranoid | Monstruous Form
Wings | Devourer | Second Specialization(Beast) | Broken Reincarnation

It was a regular day in Sanctuary when Dina was going about her business, performing her administrative duties with the experience of an octogenarian.
However, it was when she had moved to inspect the bazaar when she heard the voice of a magical boy near one of the stalls:
"Greetings, miss Dina. May I have a word with you?" She saw as a white-haired boy wearing a dapper suit approached her; he was composed and polite, with a charming smile that put Dina at ease despite her caution.

Dina, for the most part, sighed and mumbled to herself something about "lax security" before adresssing the newcomer. "I do not give audience casually. There are proper procedures." She would add, but tilted her head. "Do...follow me ."

The regent would turn on her heels, before signalling a certain serpentine girl who was struggling with a rubik cube.

"Sakura... fetch us tea. We have guests."

The dragon girl would examine the newcomer, but slithered away to find the ingredients, all while muttering something about "Stupid Ikemen."

The magical boy bowed. "Please forgive me for my improper manners," he said as he followed Dina with a gentlemanly demeanour. "I was unaware of how to properly address your ladyship." Dina led him to secluded location where the two could enjoy a cup of tea in private, and the magical boy lifted his top hat. "My name is Robert White. Pleased to meet you."

"Dina Denisova, Regent of Her Majesty Penny Asimov, rule of Penrose." Dina said, as she held three things on her hand, the Dream Orb, a letter and a Purification potion.

"You may adress me as Regent or my lady." She added.

Robert smiled, and took the cup of coffee in his hand. "Regent Denisova it is then." He took a sip of his tea. "Mm, how delicious. Your Highness has a refined taste." He set the cup down. "On behalf of the Queen of Hearts of Wonderland, I have come to offer a proposal for an agreement of non-aggression. You see, my queen is willing to offer mercy, and will not harm the people of Sanctuary. In exchange, you are to offer the same sentiment, and withdraw your forces and magic away from Penrose and it's neighbouring cities."

Dina would allow the tea to simmer, as she cradled her cup. "Leaving in peace... huh." Dina pondered. She did not want to die. It was ab effective surrender with banners still high. Nevermind the deals she had to break.

However she would be risking her own life regardless, and the girls... well some of them would be unable to adapt.

"Robert, how much do you know about us and Sanctuary?"

Robert took another sip. "I know that the Sanctuary is intended as a home to all kinds of magicians, including the persecuted." He nodded with a pleasant smile. "Queen Penny is certainly admirable for having built such a place, not to mention your graceful authority and charming presence. The two of you make quite the industrious team."

"Flattering." Dina would say, before drinking her own drink in a single gulp. "But there is a second reading to all of this." She would then indicate with a gesture for Sakura to bring more tea.

"We don't have anywhere to go."

Robert nodded with a sympathetic look. "Yes, that is true. You would be forced to vacate during Penrose's liberation." He looked as if he was in deep thought, before he realised something. "Oh, I just came up with a thought. What would you say if your people were to be invited to Wonderland? We have plenty of room, and my queen would surely be pleased by a mutually beneficial existence."

"A fair observation I suppose." She said as she eyed Sakura bring yet another tray of green tea, the hot water not even making ripples as she moved. Two of Dina's fingers reached her own neck and rubbed it softly, most as an afterthought.

After a small bow, Sakura left the room. And Robert could heard the doors being locked.

Followed by Dina's most intense stare at the man.

Robert's eyes briefly glanced over to the locked doors, yet he continued to politely smile. He didn't seem to be intimidated by Dina's glare. "Pardon me, did I say something wrong?" He asked.

"No. But Wonderland's hubris might have condemned you." Dina would then reply. "First you unleash your monsters unto us, and then try to cajole Beacon. Failing that, you come here, to our abode to offer a magnanimous eviction."

Robert didn't seem fazed by the accusations, and kept his polite demeanour. "Oh, I assure you, my queen is not possessed by something as base and vulgar as hubris," he stated. "You see, my queen is quite humble with this offer. After all, she does not demand you show fealty or allegiance to Wonderland, correct? Simply that you step aside momentarily until Penrose is freed from the tyrannical Powers." His expression then shifted to look softer, causing Dina's glare to slightly falter. "Please reconsider your position in this matter. As Regent, you are committed to the safety of your people. This arrangement would guarantee it, does it not?"

Dina's stance did falter for a second. Her stare faltered, as she grabbed a letter. Reinforcement magic was present. On Dina's mind and on the doors. "I will accept the terms."

Robert returned back to his polite news, visibly pleased by the answer. "Excellent. I shall return to my queen with your answer. If you wish, I can also deliver her a letter signed by Your Highness, if you wish to further affirm your stance on non-aggression."

"HIS terms." Dina would then say, before drinking the purification potion, the dream orb glowing back to life in a radiant explosion. It was...like the birth of a new magical girl.

"Hm? Who are you referring to-"
Robert stood up, shocked by Dina's sudden move. "What...What is the meaning of this?"

A sultry, even more Regal voice answered from the figure that emerged. "It means we are in an alliance with the lord I just entered a bethrodal with."

Dina began to walk, swaying her hips and closing the distance, before whispering to Robert's ear. "The son of the Dragon."

Robert froze, taken aback by her new appearance, and hitched his breath as Dina whispered. "You don't mean...Him? But why?"

"Because we don't need liberators. Nor saviours. As a mortal, I lost many things to people who thought they were in the right, but only madmen." She coyly drew a finger through Robert's neck. "So I bent the knee to a madman who eventually did right by his people." The vampire lady answered. "Using first a gauntlet and then the glove is poor form... and you will pay for it."

Robert grit his teeth with a pained expression. "I am but an ambassador to the Queen of Hearts, and a voice to her will. I have diplomatic immunity!" He reached for his pocket. "But if you don't listen to reason-"

A set of red strings cut deep into the offending arm, as Dina unslung her own weapon with haste, intent on quickly disarming Robert.

A golden pocket watch attached by a chain fell out of Robert's jacket when the strings buried themselves into his arm, causing him to grunt in pain and hold his arm. His polite and friendly mannerisms were gone, replaced by fear. "There's a camera on me that has sent footage of this transgression!" He shouted out, sounding panicked. "If you kill me, you will declare open war with Wonderland! The Queen will not spare you if that happens! You would doom your precious Sanctuary to assured destruction!"

"Diplomatic Immunity depends on mutual respect. Your little pet scouts here attacked a civilian hospital." Dina would say, her words a harsh growl. "You already declared open war." With a swift motion, the creature that had become Dina sunk her fangs in poor Robert's neck, a monstrous hunger compelling to her actions. His blood tasted way better than any tea or aged wine. Yet exercising phenomenal restraint, she did not drain him whole, as she kicked the watch away from him.

"Sakura." She cooed, as the barriers of the door disappeared. "Chain this fool to the wall. Tell her Highness we have someone to wring his secrets out."

The dragon girl blinked, upon seeing the scene. "Neko-sama?? Did you become a titty leech yourself?"

"Silence or you are going to be the second dish."

March of the White Rabbit: A Roll-Your-Own Magical Girl Roleplay

Sanctuary

Work, work never ceased. Dina kept running all the combinations through her head, as she shifted the turns of the maids on Sanctuary. For the most part it was working like a well oiled engine, and yet, like dark clouds in the horizon, the shadow of conflict kept approaching. She had strained herself too much, and that had been seen by Penny. But she would need to do it even more. None of them understood how big a war could get. What was to lose your life overnight.

Only Viktoriya, and she was gone out of reach.

A waft aroma caught to her senses, as the familiar clinking of a porcelain was heard by her, alongside shuffling. She closed her eyes, focusing on the smell, before taking a delicate sip, very much like a cat from one of the cups that had been offered to her by her efficient maids. She found the taste odd, yet tantalizing.

"New recipe? I can't say I am a fan of green tea usually, but this one is superb."

"No, It is what I usually brew, Neko-sama." A voice was heard besides her, and it wasn't one of her maids. The realization hit Dina like lightning, and she jumped out of her chair in all fours, herself standing and hissing like a scared feline. Sakura. THAT churl was here serving tea.

"WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE!?" She hissed back. "As if I didn't have enough problems with things as they stand!"

Sakura would just tilt her head. "Wow, you went and jumped like a cat! Hah!" She jeered, before coughing. "Okay let's do this again. Ah yes, I brought a simple offering to your Grace." She would offer a slight bow. "And I must apologize before thee for my overly rash behaviour earlier."

Dina blinked at what she was seeing. Was that churl trying to act...composed and proper? She had a small knack for it, but deep down she knew otherwise. "What do you want, exactly."

Sakura sighed. "Penny told me not to cause problems. The catgirls bully me. So I have to make do with you, Neko-sama? Aren't you like, the second strongest here?" The dragongirl would continue to serve a tea, and drink.

"...wish I was." Dina moved back to her chair. "That might be Shane or Sann." She swirled the cup and took another sip. "Very well, I accept your apology. I'll tell the maids, now shoo." The catgirl would say.

"Is that winestain on the wall?" Sakura would comment. "It looks like a rabbit."

At this point the cup Dina was having clattered against the tray once more. "Look, I'm rather busy. We might get invaded and I need to make preparations. So... could you just leave? I'm not mad..." Dina would say, her teeth beginning to grind at the dragon girl.

"Oh." Sakura said, as she realized something. "OH! So that was it!" She would say.

"Why...aren't you leaving yet." Dina would add. "I wish Tenebra was still with us to send you away. It would make things easier." She eyed Sakura. "And you...took her now that I remember. So...could you just leave? Why must you torment so? As if Sanngridr wasn't stupidity incarnate enough!"

Sakura would sigh, before pouring another cup. "She needed a rest outside Penrose. I sent her with my former family. Severed her contract. It led to me becoming this." The dragon girl added. "So...she worked for you. Fine then. I will help you in her stead."

Dina would look at the cup, an urge to flip it over Sakura's face rising. "What can you even do? You are just a violent thug!"

Sakura's eyes faced Dina. "I was Yakuza. I have honor. A sort of old code." The dragon girl would reply, before drawing closer. "Penny told me you were a princess of sorts. You need loyal servants."

Dina blinked.

"I will drink sake with you. You know what that means." Sakura would then say, without missing a heartbeat. "And if there's war I will fight however enemy you face."

Dina grew very silent, the sudden changes still catching her flat footed, as she drank another cup. "But...why? We don't get along. We are from different worlds, you and I."

"We're both old people, Dina." Sakura added. "It's all about teaching young people how it's done." The dragon girl said. "You look like you could use that."

Dina, for the first time, seemed to relax in the forrmer thug's presence. "I will hold your word on to that." She said. "Will you swear on your life and honor for it?"

"Duh." Sakura would offer a grin.

"Then Sakura, promise me you will defend Sanctuary should both Penny and I fail. You might die, but you have to save these girls." The catgirl would say, her voice almost a whisper.

"We already died once." The dragongirl shrugged. "Not a big task." She would then grab the tray. "More tea?"

"...If you would be so kind." Dina said. Well, at least her problems had diminished by one.

Royal Rumble: Rumble over the Heavens

@Crowvette@RoflsMazoy@KillamriX88

Celestine tilted her head at the display. Ooze, missing students, some panick in their comrade's eyes. "Chill." They said, smiling. "I got this." They said as they advanced towards the ooze, their fists glowing with reinforcement magic, as she nonchalantly snatched one of Alyona's spears out of her hands, becoming something else in their hands. Fuel for a spell. Celestine's feet were no longer touching the ground, they were using their powers to levitate.

"This is cute." They said, before slamming a fist into the goop, corrosion fighting against the magical enchantment. "Let omens come to pass. Let judgement be cruel. Let woe be eternal. CURSE OF RUIN!" They said, as the spell manifested upon the ooze, the energy from Alyona's lance disippating.

"No rebound. Just as I thought. There's someone creating this sort of power. And I just transfered them some of Aly's bad luck." Celestine said, eliciting a chuckle, while floating. Celestine's grin was a mile wide. "But it's not fun if I'm just dominating everything, so I will give this perp a handicap." They said as they extracted the hand.

Meanwhile Kiwi gasped at the display, and wasting no time, had scooped both Wolf and Alyona, crawling up the wall with them with effort to keep them outside of the sludge's reach for the time being.

"How about some training, Fuzzy butt? Cross-school one. I take hungover perp, you go with my dearest friend Aly... whoever wins pays a dinner. Deal?" Celestine said, still ignoring the bubbling ooze, as they levelled themselves with Kiwi, and in a deft move, grabbed the much heavier Wolf in a bridal carry.

"I eh uh..." The third year Clausewitz tried to reply, but how could she. This person was far too dangerous, more dangerous perhaps than the ooze.

And they had smelled prey.

"Onward, cutie boy! Do you think you'll look good on a Princess dress, hm?" Celestine said, eyeing Wolf. "Feel free to struggle and fall in the goop. It'll be fun!"