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Kurai Majokko: Tsundere Gekido

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Some of the former vibrancy returned with Nyxia and Tsubomi entering with their respective aplomb and passivity. Roche would have once called the feeling rising within her the beginning of a migraine but it was more a warm familiarity that just so happened to hurt.

If nothing else, Nyxia's caustic tongue seemed enough of a lashing to force Suki off the floor and to begin explaining just what this meeting of hers was about. There was a not insignificant part of the Track Captain that though the Laser fetishist was correct in assuming this was a prelude to another picnic, as even though the blood manipulator had a compulsive need to cower before Roche she didn't let that stop her from conspiring to host poorly planned get togethers.

"Huh, color me surprised. This is reasonably well thought out." Perhaps it was a tad offensive to sound genuinely impressed that Suki's presentation- Barring the garish drawing fashioned from a serial killer's idea of how to cut up a magazine- was well thought out and actually worth their time. She had a goal, a location, a time, and the prospect of a dragon themed magical girl was mildly interesting for the much-depleted club.

"Well done, Suki. I think it's a great idea to investigate this together." she favored her ex-partner with a toothy grin, hoping against hope that she wouldn't misinterpret it as a threatening expression and skitter off like a beaten spouse once more.

Kurai Majokko: Tsundere Gekido

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Life had taken some funny turns. Average life into orohan-dom, then swinging around into the life of a Dark Magical Girl trying to wrangle a pack of girls who were the antithesis of the word 'conformity.'

And as Summer approached, Roche was having to contend with a downward trend in activity. Or, in layman's terms, she was running out of distractions from her train wreck of a social life. Well, that would imply one existed in the first place to be a ruin of, whereas the reality was more akin to a disaster that had long since been cleared up, paved over, and replaced with a parking lat that was used largely for drug dealers.

"Guh." Her noise of disgust was limp as she paused in the halls outside the appointed meeting room, a sag to her shoulders she only indulged for the lack of company. Her eye panned to the doorknob and she slowly drew in a breath. Feeling the air fill her lungs she straightened her posture, her track team wind breaker shifting noisily.

For as much stress as having an entire club of super powered young women was, the absence of most of them was leaving her feeling a tad rudderless. Even the track team was noticing she was being less abrasive with them, though it was far past the point she could hope for a friendlier connection with that mundane lot.

Feeling like she was projecting a sure enough facade she stepped inside, finding the room initially empty.

If not for an untied shoelace trailing out from a table.

Roche pinched the bridge of her nose and counted internally back from ten. It was ineffective to say the least, but it kept her from saying the first thing that would come to mind when finding Suki hiding from her.

"Get off the floor, Suki." She said, the command coming across as tired and weathered as her prior efforts to pacify the flighty ex-partner. "Or don't. I'm not going to force you either way, but that can't be comfortable."

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Kurai Majokko: Tsundere Gekido

Damn they really ninjas me

Kurai Majokko: Tsundere Gekido

Well that's most of us. Now for out Gatorade dealer.

Kurai Majokko: Tsundere Gekido

Roche-Earthshaker

Casual Appearance

Transformed Appearance

• Name: Ryoba 'Roche' Hananami
• Title: Earthshaker
• Age: 17

• Devil Arm: An ovoid shield taller then Roche herself, ending in sharp points on either side.

• Emblem: A smoothed obsidian tear dangling from a necklace always hanging under her clothes.

• Magic: Counter! In guarding against an attack or sudden impact with the environment, Earthshaker absorbs the energy into herself and stores it along the white markings across her body. This energy can then be released either through her body or her Devil Arm for a reprisal of greater force than the original as she adds her own force to it. It is not an automatic response and requires her to meet the blow with either her limbs or Devil Arm with conscious effort in order to absorb the hit.

Backstory

• Background:
If you put in the time, do good work, and be diligent in all things, then you will inevitably be rewarded.

There is no path can be barred if one holds these to be true. Or at least, that's what the calligraphy hanging proudly from the cramped walls of the Hananami apartment told. The kanji didn't particularly flow with grace and the lettering wasn't to the exacting standards one would find from a proper traditional household, but it held a place of pride in the small home carved out in the city where a single father and his daughter lived. They were far from comfortable but they two had each other, and an unshakable belief fostered in one another that they could prosper together.

A young Ryoba Hananami looked at her father like he was a giant, his rail thin figure and growing bald spot unseen to the wide, wonderstruck eyes of a youth. He was a salaryman by trade, toiling the long, thankless hours of their lot with a firm resolve that years spent in service would be rewarded so he could give his daughter the happiness all parents wished for their children. He worked holidays, left sickdays unused, and never refused a call even at the bleakest hours of the night.

And young Ryoba watched it all with pride in her heart, and when she entered school quickly found a welcome home in the track team of her schools. Always out at the field long after hours, running under the warm kiss of the sun, her enthusiasm and vigor an inspiration to her team mates. She was a straight laced student and her grades were as sharp as her athletic performance, putting in the work with the hope of securing herself a scholarship and spare her father the burden of paying for her college. The nickname 'Roche' had been coined for her then, as she'd developed a habit of saving up for her favorite hazelnut and chocolate confections, smudges of chocolate seen on the corner of her lips after every victorious track meet.

In these happy days she'd become a Magical Girl, protecting the city as a Miko-themed paragon of light who shielded the people with a smile. Every life saved was a good deed put forward, off setting the balance of the onerous night and lifting burdens from those who struggled ceaselessly.

Yet reality was more than welcome to provide them in her stead, and children were ever blind to the cracks of their parents thin veneers of perfection till it was too late. For all his words and brave smiles, the signs were always there. The heavy slouch that seemed to draw half a foot off his height. Heavy bags and sallow cheeks.

She only saw the unpaid bills waiting at her door because he'd chosen to throw himself from the roof of his workplace rather than his home. From father to a grimly accepted statistic in only an afternoon. Just like that, and the fragile egg of childhood disintegrated around her. The world poured in and she found the deafening silence of solitude eat her in great, sharp toothed gulps.

The day of the funeral was where her light was swallowed to the last, kneeling before a humble, unadorned gravestone in a packed space. Another service was hardly a dozen feet away, and the sky was a cheery blue fringing with fluffy clouds that didn't even offer a token effort to commiserate her suffering. Her emblem, once a pristine opal, dripped color amidst tears silently falling down her sun kissed cheeks, and she found herself stained in the pitch of blackest emotions.

In those first dark days when she found the robes of a holy maiden upholding divine order replaced with the mantel of a shaman, she fed herself on delusions of some malicious conspiracy that tore her family apart, and did things she regrets too much to ever speak of, but ultimately she came to accept a simple, defining truth.

The world is indifferent. It cared no more for her as a shining Light Magical Girl as it did then as a Dark Magical Girl. There was no malice in her father's fate. Just a lack of care.

So the Rock from which the track team was built formed hard edges, a tyrant no longer willing to serve as an example but to take command. The Light Girl who endured for others had been replaced by the Darkness who refused to yield because she wanted to break her enemies. And the Detention Club had found it's Rule Keeper, for Earthshaker wanted nothing more than to make the indifferent world bend to her rules.

Sample Post

Her father was hardly cold in the ground and she had fallen so far...no, to fall implied something was pulling her. She was digging herself down into the fire and the flame, and the weight of everything she had known was pulling at her to stop. She exhaled as a screech of metal and wind pulled at her magical garb, the loose garments and hood leaving her far more exposed then her old robes. Still she found them her only comfort as she stood upon the train station platform, utterly alone in a sea of humanity. A stone cast in the current from which everyone unknowingly poured around as she went unseen and unheard.

Invisibility was good enough to be a super power on its own, but to Magical Girls and the monsters they hunt, it was a given. It made it easy to forget how useful it was for everyday life, but the necessity of her new situation had forced her to experiment. What wonders she could hear, standing in the offices of her father's employer. Listening. Reading over shoulders. Watching what was his world outside their home with hardened eyes, she hoped to find wickedness. The jeers of coworkers gloating over a deadman and his silly ideals, or perhaps someone preening over getting the promotion long due to the man.

Instead she was met with coldness of the grave. She'd never understood the term "Wage Slave" till seeing the bloodshot eyes glued to screens, murmurs barely passed as they worked and worked and worked, yet grew no close to a reprieve of success. Yet Earthshaker's heart still clung to it's resentment, and she turned from those besides her father to the one above.

She blinked to awareness as the train pulled away and she saw a man move to the front, waiting for the next one. She'd grown quite used to his appearance, from his rounded gut and the obvious hair plugs that gave him an air of a man gone out to seed. This had been her father's direct boss. A man who'd passed her father up for advancement in favor of others many times over the years. She could recall hearing nothing but praise for the man from her dad, and just recall those happier days set her fists curling at her side.

It had to be his fault. He was the one who could have opened the door and let her family flourish. The hate in her heart turned it to stone, a flinty thing that cut her as deeply as her foes. Distantly, she knew what she'd planned was abominable. Even to the order of Dark Magical Girls she knew flitted through the city, it was taboo.

Roche's unseen hand hovered between the manager's shoulder blades as she heard the roar of wind and shrieking metal, a moment where she asked herself if this would make anything better. The answer was a clear and resounding negative.

With an unheard grunt she pulled back, hand drifting from her unwitting prey, and alighting upon the man next to him. An utter stranger that then stumbled to the side and cast the target of Roche's enmity right into the tracks while she watched with a cold gleam in her eyes.

And in the coming weeks she learned that the world kept on turning, indifferent to either man's departure. The flame's she'd been digging towards grew cold, the earth hard, and she realized all that was left to her was the cold stone of her nickname. A hole so deep she couldn't see the light that once bathed her, but it didn't matter anymore.

Her taboo went unknown and she settled in among the Dark Magical Girls, a firm presence beside their charismatic leader. The girls around her were right there with her, in the dark and the dirt as they hoarded power like dragon's their gold. A cold world would see them stripped and worn to the bone, so she'd see the world break before her, and made to fit their dreams.

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

@Ponn@BrokenPromise

I think I'd only be interested if we Wrangled Ponn in. I would like to see where Suki, Roche, and and Norika go if it's just the three of them.

Kurai Majokko

@Villamvihar

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In spite of the best efforts to ferret out the sharp toothed Magical Girl, Roche exhaled and abandoned the search when it seemed she'd dawdled too long. Her hands stiffened and she thrust them into her blazer pockets to ball them into tight fists as the strange mix of frustration and disappointment rose inside her. Suki had an uncanny talent for leaving Roche feeling dirty even when she wasn't violating her with tentacles.

"I'd need a bomb to clear this bad air between us at this rate." Roche grumbled, briskly turning on her heel with the intent to wait at the club room, yet again failing to have anything close to an honest conversation with the shark toothed girl. Only to stop just as quickly, her distraction not dampening the poise of a track star as she came face to face with Shatterscape.

That is to say, she couldn't tell at a glance which of the girl's face was presented to her, but the the split nature didn't prove a hinderance to interacting with her. They were, one and all, comrades and friends. Perhaps as well, it didn't hurt that they had an appreciation for teamwork that pleased Roche immensely.

"Ah, I was caught up in my own head. Here I am trying to catch Suki and probably blocking traffic." The tanned athlete rubbed her palm against her brow, kneading some of the tension that roused itself just thinking of her troublesome former partner. Of all the ones she worked with, even Nyxia now, Suki was proving the most enduring in the headaches left for the Rule Keeper to suffer through. Her hand fell aside and she favored Ember with a smile, the levity only somewhat forced as her magical sense picked up on Nyxia's arrival in the school.

And by senses, she could hear her from down the hall. Good thing normal students couldn't or they'd be swamped with teacher complaints.

"We should head to the club...but can I ask you something?" Her eyes darted side to side, not catching a sign of anyone close enough to hear or any of Evil Eye's familiars out in the hall. "How do you talk to someone who doesn't want to be in the same room as you?"

Kurai Majokko

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The harsh report of a whistle rang across the delineated field where Miso High's Track team was put through a brutal pace. There's came in visible puffs as the chill of Winter air saw the heat of their bodies meet the environment with a wave of contrasts. A time where injuries came easier and muscles were sorely tested, yet to Roche it was a good a time as any train hard and make up for the laxity of their rivals.

Her blazer was and the whistle fell from her lips, settling next to her Emblem now affixed on a fresh necklace. Aquiline eyes watched her juniors finish their lips, parsing between those who lagged from true exhaustion and those who were holding back from a lack of effort. Rancor in the ranks was nothing new, and as the Detention Club proved even the harshest grasp could not weed it utterly.

"Enough!" Her voice carried over the cold, and several girls tumbled off the track, sprawling across bristly grass in sweet relief. Roche nodded to herself, feeling confident in who would go forward to represent them in the next race and who was going to be warming the benches. She held no true punitive power, but when parents questioned why their child wasn't given a chance to display the fruits of their labors, Roche's words could be just as cutting as the knife she wouldn't mind plunging into a few of the laziest of her lot.

"Those of us with second clubs can move on. Get a drink, towel off, and enjoy your day. Everyone else, put the equipment away and head out. We have a track meet in two weeks, so work hard or enjoy the bench. I can only bring the best to the starting line." Some before her were determined to meet that goal. Others wavered, doubts gnawing at them. Yet a few more looked bitter, disgruntled at the harshness of her regime and the arrogance she wore with the ease of her transformed headdress.

It all washed off her back as she turned, walking off to the club room where the Detention Club would be hosting their first meeting after Nyxia's hectic first night and the discovery of a new Light Girl intruding on their domain. The halls of the school proved warmer than the outdoors and she tugged down the zipper of her track jacket entirely, letting the ends splay out behind as she soldiered on with a stony expression and searching eyes.

In truth, she was hoping to catch Suki before she got to the club room. It was hard enough talking to her alone, but her with the others around was just going to be a mess of distractions. No, better to corner her out here and get some straight answers with no blood tentacles or interruptions.

Kurai Majokko

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"I am, actually." Roche was once more unflappable, taking Nyxia's taunts without ire or wrath behind her unflinching gaze. "Sitting on the table like this has your leotard do interest things to lift your ass. But Suki won't mind that if you give her a kiss and find how persuasive she can be."

She found it a bother that they seemed to be back to square one, but if appraised from a more positive angle, that meant Nyxia wasn't holding a grudge strong enough to be averse to her either. Perhaps they could try a more straight forward and soft approach.

But first they had to survive dinner, and given that Nyxia had chosen this course, she wasn't quite willing to offer her another lifeline just yet. Having been Suki's partner previously she had a deeper understanding of her culinary ability then most, and it truly was a wonder to see it in action once more.

"You're alchemy is nearly at the level of creating life. Well done, Suki." In complete disregard for common sense and self preservation Roche was the first to take a bowl and serve herself from the pot. A bubble burst as it sloshed before her and she could almost swear to have heard a moan of soul wrenching despair amidst the fleeing gases. The tanned Magical Girl looked at it before seeming to look up with a start and favor the picnic table with a cutting smile.

"Ah, where are my manners? I should help the host and serve the table." One by one she ladled portions out, placing them before the gathered and aghast Detention Club. Red received a generous portion, but with her powers there really was no fear that anything there could harm her stomach. Only once everyone was treated to the vapors rising from their meals did Roche sit down and with a spoon that seemed to be rusting on contact with it, devoured a generous bite.

"Delicious." Roche said with a completely straight face, though the lines across her skin were subtly glowing brighter as she swallowed.

Kurai Majokko

Waking up sprawled across a bench left a sharp ache in Roche’s shoulders, but that was secondary to the taste still lingering in her mouth that had rousing sharply with a wordless snarl twisting her lips. She palmed herself hurriedly, uncaring for her disheveled state and giving only a moment of pausing at feeling uncovered skin where a sports bra would be before resuming her search, till at last finding the snapped cord of her Emblem and deflating with a wave of relief.

Only once it was tied around her neck once more and she returned to her Magical Girl state in a flicker of light did she manage to release the tension gripping her and look around her.

Recognizing Suki’s ‘home’ for what it was left her steaming anew, and even as the group settled in to try and converse Roche could see Nyxia had withdrawn completely back into her shell. Her hands curled into fists within her billowing cloak, but as much as she wanted to try and fix the mess her….incapacitation, had caused, a kernel of shame at her lurid display kept her mouth closed tight.

No, she’d have to talk to Nyxia later. Approaching the door to the kitchen she exerted a not-insignificant amount of willpower to calmly open and close the door behind her. That was the extent of her restraint as she found the wastrel herself shoving an artful bouquet of confections into the fridge.

“Do you have the slightest idea of how much damage you’ve caused tonight? This wasn’t just Nyxia’s first night with us. It was her first night out with other people, period.”

Suki was looking over her “recipe” when Roche let herself inside. She had a pen in her right hand and a cigarette in her left. The only indication she heard Roche was a slight twitch of her head. She peaked over her shoulder at the rule keeper.

"Ah-hah!” Suke rubbed the back of her head before turning to face the newly arrived. "I don’t pretend to be privy to everyone’s secrets. But she seemed like she was enjoying herself up until a bit ago.” She set down her pen and folded her arm across her waist. "She enjoyed my compliment, how I spoke about her beauty, and I even fought on her command, Only so that I could make her dinner.” She peaked at Nyxia through the window. "You could have gone down a bit easier, but that was my fault. You wouldn't have wanted us to have a real fight instead, would you?“

”Yeah, I bet she did enjoy it. Because it was her first time. Suki, this girl is more sheltered and isolated than any Magical Girl I’ve ever encountered. Some of those Light Girls are better adjusted than her, and you just strung her along for a laugh and some casual flirting. Now I look like I was talking out of my ass with her and she’s back to thinking we’re all backstabbing bullies who she shouldn’t care about..”

The Rule Keeper was making an effort. She really did not want to shout, both for the people still sleeping and the group outside the door, but Suki’s cavalier ideas of romance proved as troublesome then as they had when she’d first partnered with the Blood Magical Girl.

”We were so damn close to a good first impression. Why do you keep sabotaging yourself like this Suki? If you just wanted in her pants you just had to grope her yourself.” Roche exhaled heavily, a scowl as firmly etched across her face as the tattoos upon her transformed skin.

It took Suki a moment to respond. She inhaled deeply and let every bit of air leave her lungs. When she refocused on Roche, her brow was furrowed. "That so?” Suki pointed out the window. "That beautiful lavender forest that you were blessed with wished for us to fight. I don’t think she’s nearly as timid as you make her out to be. Grossed out? Maybe. Put off by my powers? Sure. Finds my true self repulsive? That makes two of us. But if she’s put off by a bully, I know someone who fits that description a lot better than me.” She moved her hand onto her hip. "You’re not here to talk, so why are we wasting our time? Get this over with already!” With a flick, the cigarette in Suki’s hand landed in the sink. Her hands were trembling. "Just don’t totally cripple me, okay? I still have to serve dinner. And keep it under my clothes, it’s easier to explain to the teachers that way.”

The Rule Keeper’s eyes narrowed seeing Suki turn defensive, a flimsy effort made to hide the tension in her frame. ”You call it bullying. I call it team building. Considering just about everyone else works great together, I think the outlier here isn’t me.”

With a snort she extends her hand, palm out with her fingers curling expectantly. ”Suki, I’m not going to hit. I never hit you just for the sake of it. I’m disappointed you’ve passed on every opportunity to get out of this hole you live, but I’ve let you stay here. So do me a favor in return and give me my bra back so I can transform back.”

"Whatever.” Without taking an eye off of Roche, Suki reached under her shirt for a small bulge and pulled out the undergarment. "Force of habit.” She tossed the bra to Roche. It was still a little warm from being so close to Suki’s skin. "Is that all, Bedshaker?”

Catching the thrown garment, Roche still wasn’t comfortable transforming back to normal to put it on. Tucking it into her cloak she chose to ignore the warmth still clinging to the garment, but she didn’t turn to leave either. Taking a step towards the counter she set her palms on it, trying to make herself look less inclined towards violence.

”Do you want a hand making the meal? Or at least someone to help carry it out?”

Suki’s gaze remained locked on the doorway where Roche had been standing. She hadn’t moved a muscle. "No.” She said at last. Suki had never accepted Roche’s help in the past, and didn’t seem like she was going to start now. "I’ve got it. Thanks.”

”Okay.” Roche’s eyes closed, feeling more defeated then she had under Oros’ poisonous kiss. Suki yet remained out of reach even if she could so easily reach out and brush her shoulder. Turning away with a soft rustle of fabric she slipped out the door, instantly stiffening to a confidant posture as met the eyes of the gathered group.

”The food will be ready soon. She’s got something special cooking for us.” With a soft smile she moved to Nyxia’s table, content to sit opposite and across from her as she interacted with her fellow Magical Girls.