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In Symphony of Madness: Beach Trip → 1 mo ago Forum: Advanced Roleplay
Nukkelina Nieminen



Nukkelina was disappointed by the Minion’s failure to scale the alien vessel. It was quite adorable though, as it desperately fidgeted around frantically with it’s little limbs flailing about making a directional arrow expression (>_<). The Puppetress forgave the pathetic creature, and gave it a new command to shimmy over to the ramp. The Elite Minion was more successful in its task, having intercepted enemy fire, even if it ended up crusty due to the aliens gooping on it. At least they weren’t outright sliming it like a contestant in Nickelodeon’s Double Dare.

As for herself and Pekka, Nukkelina sighed. It seemed one of the other Espers was in trouble, being beset upon by a chef using cooking implements as weaponry. It seemed the girl was a Freelancer, as Nukkelina did not recognize her. While she usually wouldn't have batted an eye at forgettable damsel in distress, the girl’s monstrous features, complete with horns on her hed and reddened skin, elicited a feeling from the usually emotionless girl. Was this sympathy? It was an unpleasant feeling, and one she would rectify.

”O fair dragon, may ye find solace from those who would attempt to dine on your flesh.”

She sent the Elite Minion to attack the Knight of Tonight, attempting to place a defending shield between her and Rika and thus allow the latter to escape.

Nukkelina continued moving. Pekka had climbed aboard, the menacing marionette simply staring in Nina’s direction, before Nukkelina pulled on the strings and the monster turned away, before it hopped down, catching the ledge like a gorilla and swinging itself through the entrance and into the ship. Nukkelina also moved south over the sand and then east up the ramp in accordance with Pekka, gracefully flitting over the sand and metal with Hover, represented by being suspended by near-invisible vertical strings flickering in and out of reality.
In March of the White Rabbit: A Roll-Your-Own Magical Girl Roleplay → 2 mos ago Forum: Advanced Roleplay
The Cheshire Cat nodded. "Mana restoring items? Got it!" She whisked her hand, and a tiny magic cat flap opened in the air, dropping three cans of Mountain Dan that she deftly caught in both hands and tail. She offered them to Connie. "Here you go!"





Alex, with the power of utter and complete apathy, had manifested a mirror self that, instead of attempting to trap him, had instead given up. It granted Alex the key to breaking out of his hex, and into the adjacent mirror realm, where Lily was stuck, in the clutches of her mirror self. The doppelganger turned her eyes toward him, and was about to cuss when he struck her down with the rock he was given. The duplicate did not bleed, but was knocked out cold, snapping Lily awake.
“H-Huh? Alex, you…” She looked down at the mirror self as Alex brought her to her senses, and reminded her of the real threat that needed to be stopped.

She took a deep breath.
“...Alex, thank you. You’re right, this is nothing but a trap the Queen sprung on us. And even if it wasn’t…I’m going to stop regretting the past. Victoria, Amber, the rest…They would want me to move forward, to forge a new future! For us all!” She took Alex's hand with newfound courage.
“Let’s go!” Then, as if yielding to Lily’s will, a huge portal opened up in the park, swallowing the illusory scene. Lily leapt into the hole, pulling Alex along as they plunged into the darkness. Behind her, Lily could see her shadow self standing on the rooftop, waving goodbye with a bittersweet smile.




Meanwhile, as the Queen of Hearts observed the mirrors capture the group of Mahou, she looked upon the sky, and saw as countless mirrors warped into existence, as did tendrils of darkness that emerged from their infinitely reflecting surfaces. More and more of Asengav began bleeding into their reality, the Horror having decided to make his move. She then blinked upon hearing Mariette’s voice…And an inhumanly wide smile emerged on her lips.

“Oh ho ho! What a marvelous horror, to greet us halfway through? Such a fine gentleman would make an excellent husband for me, and a father to you, wouldn’t he, my dear Alice?” She asked, her deranged smile now accompanied by a sharp turn towards her…And the Black Mirror past her. “Too bad He must pay a dowry…In DEATH!”

The Queen jumped into a portal, and out of another one, straight into the Horror’s Artifact with glee. Mariette was now left alone to witness what was the beginning of the end: Asengav’s mirrors began slowly consuming the world, as the pieces began joining together in the sky, against the ground, and even upon the sea, with magic-absorbing tentacles blotting the landscape.

“Finally, we’re back…Whoah, what’s this?” Lily asked after she and Alex had returned back to the rooftop of Covington Tower, as did Alicia, who had overcome her more judgemental, vindictive side. Lily then saw as Mika and Su were together on the other side of a mirror, seemingly content with the illusion. She looked anxious as she drew her bow and aimed it around her.

“Where is the queen? Did she run off-”

Lily gasped upon seeing a certain eyepatched girl.

“Mariette!" She shouted as she ran up to her. She took a quick look at the necklace, and then nodded: she had come up with a plan on the spot.
"Hold still, okay? I need you to trust me this one time!” She then reached out with her hand, and pressed her index finger against Mariette’s necklace. She then closed her eyes, and concentrated, her green hair flapping with invisible wind as she gathered her magic: Alex saw as the cursed Artifact began rapidly aging, the gems losing its luster and turning dim one by one, and the gold chain turning brittle and cracked, until it finally snapped, dropping to the ground.
Lily then smiled.
“There. I saved you, just like I promised, ehe~”



Her words were interrupted by the sound of glass cracking. But it wasn’t a mere sound. It was as if the very essence of glass cracking could be felt by the Mahou, followed by an inhuman scream. Asengav’s tentacles turned frantic and frenzied as the mirrors they emerged from visibly shattered into pieces.

“Alice!”

The group’s celebration was cut short as the Queen of Hearts emerged from the Black Mirror: the mighty Artifact began to eerily melt like a wax candle, it’s black void of a surface twisting and collapsing upon itself, until it was but a mound: a representation of Asengav’s paradoxical death.

“You would not believe how easy it was! The Horror showed its very essence to me, a sight that could turn an ignorant slave insane! But a mother's love is a greater madness than anything else fathomable to the mind! So snicker-snack went the bandersnatch!” She shouted out, clearly having turned even more psychotic than before: her hair was frazzled, and her eyes nearly bulged from how hard she was staring, not to mention a smile that carried without end.

“And now, I have created the final plothole: the death of a Horror! Now, the Story will be unable to be held together, and will unravel, like the broken narrative it was all along!”

The Mahou all over Penrose then began to feel it: a low rumble, as reality itself began falling apart. In the horizon, sections of the landscape began turning stark white and black, transforming into pages of paper. The world’s shape began to be defined by black writing upon white canvas, like a tree made of the letters “t”, “r” and two “e”s . At first it was the distant forests, the waves of the ocean, the faraway mountains and the moon in the sky. But as the Story was beginning to collapse further into the outskirts of Penrose, even buildings and streets began to take the shape of inked letters upon paper. Rifts also began opening: gateways to other reality plenums. One had giant robots battling aliens among the stars. Another had an anthropomorphic shark hosting a beach vacation for an eclectic group of people including a puppet-wielding girl. And yet another was utterly incomprehensible, the denizens having small eyes and big noses, and seemingly three-dimensional.

And in all this chaos, a door appeared in a glow of rainbow colors: it could have been nothing else but the door to the Nexus itself.

“Ah! How beautiful!” The Queen screamed in joy. She extended a hand to Mariette. “Now, come Alice! Let us write our ending, together!”

”No!” Lily shouted, and drew back on her bow.
”Kingdom Hearts…Is light!”

…

…

…

A long, awkward pause went by, with the Queen of Hearts simply staring at Lily with a dumbfounded expression, the Storyslayer lowered.

“...What?”

However, Lily remained steadfast, and smirked.



”Now!” She shouted as she shot out a powerful time-accelerated thunder arrow at the Queen, signalling for her friends to take the initiative. Turns out, Lily, knowing how mind-boggling her speech could be, used the awkward referential non-sequitur to her advantage, catching even the Queen of Hearts off guard.

In Symphony of Madness: Beach Trip → 2 mos ago Forum: Advanced Roleplay
Nukkelina Nieminen



As Nukkelina stood up from the sand, she felt her foot stick a bit, and looked down to see the mound of what was supposed to be damp sand had actually been a pile of rank seaweed. The illusion had been broken, and the true visage of Dan’s so-called paradise had been revealed, as was the return of the puppet girl’s elegant dress. The bikini-clad Minion also transformed, taking the form of a diminutive humanoid horned doll with a vaguely knight-esque appearance. But most impressive was Ser Pekka Puupää’s transformation : his white gloves trembled and pulsated, until sharp, mechanical claws exploded out of them, ripping the gloves into tatters that scattered into the winds. The hawaiian shirt and blue swimming trunks were also shredded, as the Instrument’s true form violently came forth, the jointed parts haphazardly spasming to free itself of the false layers until it stood silent again, standing at a slight, inhumanly extended lean to the side. The brim of its black top hat had replaced the tacky baseball cap, yet the mask underneath remained, motionless…and remorseless, as did the puppet mistress herself.

There was no hesitation, no questioning Dan and his extraterrestrial partner in crime. However, only a single sentence sounded out from the near-still girl:
”Science Fiction…The Grand Magistrate has mixed up the genres.”
Leaving the strange words to hang in the air, Nukkelina focused her powers, and conjured a new ally to the Maverick Alternative’s cause: a taller, more fearsome Minion Elite. While it shared the lesser Minion’s theme of a knightly humanoid, this one was taller and more imposing, with a blade for an arm, the free one holding a shield. Nukkelina then flicked her wrists, and strings extended out. Using Subtle Spell 4, she ordered the lesser Minion to flank the alien ship and climb aboard. Nukkelina hadn’t yet planned what the Minion would do once inside, banking on it being caught and destroyed by the slime spewers, distracting them from the real threat.

She flicked her strings upwards, and they arched like approaching fingers. She responded to Nina:
”I won’t give prayer, for I have lost all faith. But I will enact justice on those who would give us false hope.”
She ordered the Minion Elite to assist Iris and Scypho at the frontlines, and rushed towards the upper slime turret to aid Nina, Pekka leading the front: the hulking monster bounded across the grainy earth before launching off the shoreline to pounce on the turret, completely ignoring the shots of slime that would surely be shot at it as it aimed to rip and tear into the green goo. After all, a puppet felt no pain, and no fear. But Ser Pekka would be the one to inflict great suffering and terror as Nukkelina had decided: those who would lure them with promise of a cute beach episode only to instantly ruin it would be ruined themselves.
In Nerves In Carbonox Reforged: A Roll-Your-Own Giant Mecha Roleplay → 2 mos ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
Lorenzo’s expression did not shift as Griff was the first one to speak up, only met with a couple of heavy blinks. However, Elora was more affected, and placed a hand on her chest, her eyes averted as she blushed at the words of praise from the muscular man, feeling like she didn’t truly deserve it. Then, as Griff was about to head out, he was stopped by Serah of all people, eliciting a raised eyebrow from Ritsu. Lorenzo answered: “Hate me if you must, that is of no concern to me. But know this, Cadet Burnhardt: this is me at my kindest, giving you lot advice like this. You would not like to see how much of a jerk I can be,” he spoke, his subtle threat having been understood based on the tension that had built in the room. "But no need to go to the brig. That place stops being a punishment if you're so eager for it, lad."

Lorenzo then smirked as Lucius soon interjected, and nodded along with the young man’s analysis. “The Banana laddy’s not all monkey business, it seems. Right-o’, boyo.” He now dragged his eye to Serah. “I did mention this before, but a pilot’s true character is only truly known at the moment they clash with another. If I had you fight a virtual mission against Cruxi, you would only have learned how to pilot your own Frame better. But when opposed to your fellow comrade, you were forced to face their strengths, their weaknesses, and how they think when put to the test. Such knowledge is vital if you are to fight as a cohesive unit out on the battlefield. And who knows, maybe that knowledge can save your life,” he added in an absent-minded mumble as he briefly took a look at his papers.

However, while Lorenzo seemed almost pleased with lecturing Serah, his demeanour was considerably soured as Mema-Ka gave his explanation. Even Ritsu adjusted her glasses more out of wanting to distract herself than actually needing to reposition them. “There is upholding the chain of command, and there is also tactical sense. Only fools blindly follow orders without comprehending the ramifications they have. That said, the burden of blame is partially on Cadet Briars for giving the order in the first place. However, that is not an excuse for tunnel vision! You’re a smart lad, you can think for yerself.”

He then brought back the footage of Mema engaging the dreadful reanimation of Crockroach. “The Cocksquid was far enough for defensive action to be taken before it would have approached within melee range. Besides, you put too little faith in your Framewerk, boy. They are not mere tools to be thrown away.” He slammed his hands on the podium, knocking over yet another research paper which Liisa diligently cleaned up. “They are the mighty swords of humanity, cutting down the Cruxi menace once and for all! You better give them respect! Or do I have to beat some into ya, laddie?” He stroked his beard with an evil grin.
“But it did give me an idea. There is a theoretical model I designed on a whim in VR…The Cruxi Fister. The team of Frames who can best me using that Frame gets to have a little favor granted to them. But if you lose, I’ll use the footage as lecture material, haha!” Ritsu blinked, clearly not having been ready to hear that announcement, but Lorenzo had already moved his attention to Arrish, who had interrupted with his boisterous laughter. He then announced a celebration with steak as part of the catering, to which Lorenzo nodded along with a stroke of his moustache.
“Hmm…I suppose you lads and lasses earned it. Lieutenant, see to any paperwork needed for it.” Ritsu’s eye twitched, but she immediately took out her device, and glanced as Arrish then left the room. “Yes, sir.”

Lorenzo nodded to Ava’s request. “Of course, Cadet Lane…Or should I say Corporal Lane now? I know you military types like your ranks, so I suppose I’ll give you and Bugatti a new one.” The old man, with a chuckle, next focused on Sparks, having ignored Zel-Ghin’s departure from the room.
“Hmm, yes, you can,” Lorenzo answered, followed by a sharp lift of a finger skyward. “You Metal Minds must be rearing to get to cranking again. But any changes must be approved before they will be integrated. You know the forms to get your requests approved, like the OOCGM protocol and so on. Oh, that reminds me,” Lorenzo turned back and snatched a paper from Liisa, who offered it to the man as if expecting his actions.

The old man turned around, and poked at the paper. “In light of this recent training, I have deemed an update to weapon systems acceptable. You may send in requests to have a single weapon system swapped out for another, restricted to system category. For example, you can swap a Primary System for another Primary, or a Secondary for another one of the latter. However, I’ll only allow systems from the standard list for swapping: can’t spend all of the budget on fuzzy dice and other customized nonsense.”

Elora, who up until that moment had quietly listened, blinked, as if woken by Lorenzo’s suggestion. “Oh, I know what I would wan-”

The entire room went quiet in a flash as Minerva, having reached the end of her patience, confronted Lorenzo. “Cadet!” Ritsu shouted out, outraged. The old man slowly turned towards her, as if he had only just now noticed her there. However, a sharp eye could tell that it was a mere facade: he had been completely aware of the Project Olympus prodigy since the very beginning of the evaluation, his eyes glaring at the young woman. Ritsu warily tapped her fingers on the top of her holster.

However, as Lorenzo was about to speak, Bug had intervened, and defused the situation before it had a chance to escalate. The old man nodded to Bug in approval, and then glanced towards Minerva.
“Cadet…Minerva…” He extended the words, with some subtle difficulty speaking the words out. “You should be grateful to Corporal Bugatti…he had quickly taken to his new responsibilities, babysitting you lot,” he spoke jokingly. However, his eyes lacked any humor in them. “In any case, I’ll let you off with a warning this time. But the next time you speak to me like that…” His eyes tightened, the gaze in them like fire. “You’re going to the brig. I won’t tolerate such rude behavior towards me again…even from an inheritor to Her will. Understood?”

He looked down at his papers, as if waiting for Minerva to turn and walk away. But after a moment, he then looked back up at her. “...You were too reckless on the battlefield and got surrounded by the enemy when you should have stayed closer to your unit. There, the criticism you so love,” he added, as if to spite her. The mood, which had turned dark, soon brightened as Bugatti announced a round of drinks, and Elora lifted her elbows up in mild excitement upon hearing Stella mention the cake. “Oh, that sounds amazing! And, um, I guess I could have a sip…” she added afterwards awkwardly.

“...She never wanted to hear criticism,” Lorenzo mumbled in a half-breath as he grabbed his papers from the podium, preparing to leave. Ritsu saluted the group. “That is all. Aside from Corporal Lane, the rest may be dismissed.” “So, lassie, what’s on yer mind?” The old man asked as he tucked the papers haphazardly under his arm and took his walking cane.

Elora patiently waited for Bug to finish whatever he was busy with in the briefing room, and spent the time gaming with her device. As Bugatti finally walked out of the room, she glanced at him, gulped, and then spoke: “Um, mister Bugatti…Serah told me that you were going to give her some kind of present, but she wanted me to have it instead. She said she would, um, ‘forgive you for making fun of her’ if you do,” she clarified afterwards, making a surprisingly competent impression of the shorter girl.
In Nerves In Carbonox Reforged: A Roll-Your-Own Giant Mecha Roleplay → 2 mos ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
Elora smiled, and nodded with closed eyes after Lucius confirmed having been the owner of the drone she encountered. “Thinking back, they looked scary at first, but…they’re also cute. Um, that m-may be strange to say, sorry,” she backpedaled afterwards, as a blush of embarrassment emerged on her. “Bye,” she quickly spoke, and left the handsome young man.

She blinked as she was surprised by Aurora approaching her and Serah, and actually answering her question: she figured the older pilot was still upset with her due to the simulation, but it seemed she was not the type to carry a grudge towards her teammates. The intelligence specialist found herself nodding along to the red head's assessment. “I-It was a bit bizarre. I felt more, how do you say, awake during all of it, like after drinking an energy drink or two.” She gave an uneasy smile afterwards as Aurora then mentioned heading off to speak with Arrish. “Oh, uh, okay. I'm, I’m really sorry, Aurora,” she muttered, though the other pilot barely heard it as distance was already made between the two.

Her awkward expression turned positive, and she smiled as Serah, as bubbly as ever, recounted her own experiences. “Oh, you were? I’m sorry to hear that.” She nodded a bit, her eyes averted as Rhylaen’s Framewerk was mentioned.
“I’m glad the professor placed us in the same team. I would have probably been useless with her jamming working against team Apple.” Serah then announced her departure. Elora was about to wave goodbye when Serah surprised her with an offer.
“Really? That’s great!” She lifted her elbows with her clenched hands, and nodded with some assertiveness. “I’ll ask on your behalf then. But to think mister Bugatti is so kind…He is quite odd,” she mumbled, Serah having left the conversation.

Elora found herself alone for a moment, and looked at the other pilots from a distance. Griff seemed surprisingly upset: was he blaming himself for what happened with her? She grimaced: she didn’t want him to feel bad for her own mistakes. She promised herself she would talk with him and explain what happened, maybe over some training.

Minerva was also in there, speaking with Bug: she also seemed to be in a bad mood. Then again, she always did seem to be. She wondered if she carried a grudge for Arrish stopping her and Argo from finishing her off. She also saw Stella, and smiled as the kind Lilim provided for everyone. She was grateful for the talk with her, as that gave her the courage to see this mission to the end.

Then she saw as Ava opened the pod, surrounded by fretting engineers and scientists. Elora’s cheeks reddened: even in a situation like this, she was always so cool and composed, and beautiful. Elora still didn’t have the courage to approach her. Maybe once she had trained and gotten more confident in herself. Elora spent the rest of the time looking through her personal device, reading up on Jake and Lucius’ Framewerk specifications.

Finally, it was time for Lorenzo’s evaluation in the briefing room. He was standing behind the podium like before, with an even taller pile of scattered papers on it. He sighed…And then slammed his hands hard on the podium, scattering the papers in a startling explosion.

“FOOLS! All of you! I’ve seen primeval ooze with more brain cells than you lot! Even Cruxi shocktroopers would laugh at your lack of tactics…And they have been cybernetically lobotomized to have no emotions aside from rage!” He then started coughing violently, and after a short break and a swing of medicine from Liisa, he recovered.

“Let’s start with you, Cadet Gene,” he spoke with a tone of irritation, and pressed a button on his device. The projector behind him turned on, and showed footage from the virtual reality mission: shots from the battlefield, closer to the pilots, and even first-person from the cockpits, as if looking through the eyes of the pilots themselves. The footage was focused on Serah’s Framewerk Atty.

“Your role is as a high-speed scouting and harassment unit. You had an opportunity to flank team Mango to the west. But instead, you go for a suicide dive! Granted, you managed to take out Electric Dragonfly and her jamming, but it was far too reckless, lassie!” He pointed a finger at her as the footage showed Serah’s badass self-sacrifice in slow motion. “If you really want to kill yourself I won’t stop you, but such cowards are not welcome in my project. The only true victory is an overwhelming one, with casualties minimized when possible. You fight to live, not to die! Never forget that!”

Lorenzo then pressed the button again, and the footage shifted to Horst. “Cadet Duval, you may have survived far longer, but you were even more foolish!” He showed footage of Horst heroically coming to Logic Diver’s rescue, a slow motion shot of his Bastion slamming down to guard her against Argo’s deadly claws.

“You prioritized a disabled liability, and in the process left Sleeping Thunder, your sole Backliner, open for an enemy offensive. Not to mention meddling with the virtual reality program,” he added, as if in afterthought. He afterwards showed the awesome, heart-racing duel between Horst and Argent Wings. “You let your emotions rule over you, laddie. The Cruxi make easy prey of white knights like you. Never forget the mission, no matter the circumstance.”

“Speaking of easy prey…” the footage shifted to Logic Diver, showing the Frame as partially visible during the time Elora advanced while cloaked, allowing team Mango to observe how she operated while invisible. Elora herself was aghast at the footage, and clenched her fists with wide eyes.

“Cadet Liu’un, you’re ultimately the reason your team lost,” Lorenzo accused with a gnarled finger. “You had an opportunity to gather more data on the battlefield, and take a reasonable flanking approach. Instead, you threw caution to the wind, and immediately targeted Cockroach and Argent while far behind enemy lines, leaving no opportunity for backup in case your infiltration was compromised.”
The footage showed Cockroach’s drone bomb, followed by Logic Diver getting shot by Cockroach. “And in the end it was, leading to the rest of the battle.” Elora sniffled, holding back the urge to cry as her face reddened in shame.

Lorenzo, without hesitation, moved to the next target in his roasting. “However, at least you acknowledge your faults, unlike a certain other pilot.” His eyes narrowed on one pilot in particular. “Cadet Zel-Ghin, you think yourself better than the other Cadets. But you were one of the first ones to fall, weren't you?” He showed footage of the Squid charging forth, only to be bogged down by multiple Apple Frames, and ultimately wiped out. “While it is true that your role is as a Frontliner and vanguard, you nonetheless charged forth alone into combat with four opposing Framewerks when you should have stuck closer to Mother Goose and provided cover for her to close the distance. Granted, you were surprised and quickly incapacitated by Electric Dragonfly, but that might not have happened if you stuck closer to your allies and defended your allies.” He shook his wrinkled fist. “Learn some discipline, whipper-snapper!”

He then cleared his throat. “However, your brother did not fare much better. Cadet Mema-Ka, you ran off to the rescue of Logic Diver and left Sleeping Thunder undefended. Also, what Tevranian nectardew were you smoking to choose to confront Cadet Bugatti instead of staying to provide backup to Horst, and with a sacrifice no less? You might look like the more reasonable one, but you’re also just as foolhardy as your brother.”

The footage switched to Guinevere. Like with Logic Diver, the footage showed a half-camouflaged Framewerk, showing team Apple his movements during the battle.
“Cadet Quinn, though you may have been the sole survivor of this skirmish…That doesn’t excuse your cowardice!” He slammed the palm of his hand on the podium. “A Specialist’s role is to support the team with their given area of expertise, not huddle in a corner and wait for the smoke to clear! Even with Electric Dragonfly jamming the area, you had opportunities to advance further and scout to your allies via loudspeaker communications like Cadet Gene. Remember, every shot you don’t take is guaranteed to miss.”

Then, his eyes leaned to Griff. “Cadet Burnhardt…Against all logic, you performed better than I expected. You stayed within supporting distance and didn’t run off to rescue a lost cause. There were some small blunders here and there, but at least you know to follow orders.”

“Cadet Rhylaen, you also performed your role as a disruption specialist according to protocol, and didn’t stray too far from your unit. You likely would have survived longer had you tagged closer to your team, but you provided an anchor point for the rest of the team to rally behind.”

Lorenzo switched the footage to Rex Artus. “Cadet Sterling, you failed your mission objective of staying alive as Team Banana. However, you performed adequately when faced with overwhelming odds. Your drone setup was commendable, as was your vantage point for taking on team Mango. You likely would have done better with a proper team backing you up. Ten points and a parrot sticker for you,” he mumbled, and moved on to the next one.

“Cadet Briars, your performance as a Backliner was acceptable, hampered as it was by the disappearance of half of your team. However, you let yourself get carried away becoming hysterical. You must always keep calm and rational, no matter the situation. The Cruxi won’t be giving you the opportunity to shoot them while they are panicking, so neither will you.”

“Cadet Twilight, you had the opposite problem.” The footage showed Angel Zero moving forward to engage Mother Goose, only to be flattened by a shield bash from the Bastion.

“You kept a cool head even at the end, and stayed within supporting distance of your team, engaging as needed. However, you lack awareness. You made rookie mistakes with your positioning that the enemy could easily take advantage of. However, aside from that, you were one of the best performing pilots during the mission.”

He then looked at Stella. "Cadet Stella, your handling of Mother Goose was performed as was expected, though I don't fully condone the enabling of Cadet Gene by throwing her. However, unaware of her plans, that is excusable."

Then, the footage showed Argent Wings, dashing forth and delivering a deadly combo slice to Rex Artus. “Cadet Lane, you also performed well enough considering the circumstances. You used the cover to your advantage, stayed within supporting distance, and engaged as needed with the enemy. However, while you have experience, you tend to develop tunnel vision as the situation turns complicated. At one point you made an unnecessary tactical retreat, seemingly to perform hit and run tactics, when you could have engaged more directly, as there were not enough allies at that point to perform a viable distraction strategy. Still, you performed commendably.”

“And finally…Cadet Bugatti.” Suddenly, Ritsu coughed into her fist. Lorenzo turned his head in her direction. “Executive Officer, if I may speak for a moment…” The old man blinked. “Hm? What is it, Lieutenant?”
She tapped at her personal device. “It seems you overlooked Cadet Minerva.”
Lorenzo blinked again, and looked at Minerva. There was an awkward pause.

“Oh,” he mumbled, and pressed the button, showing Argo’s excellent flanking and assault maneuvers, as well as the hair-raisingly brutal final battle with Shiva.
“...I suppose you performed well enough.” Then, as if he hadn’t even given her another thought, he moved on. “Now, Cadet Bugatti. You taunted the enemy team with psychological warfare, mangled your own drone weaponry, and even misused weapon technologies to create technological abominations.” There was a pause, as he looked grimly at him…Before he broke out into a smile with his half-missing teeth.

“Now that’s the kind of grit I want to see! You use whatever is given to you with creativity and pragmatism, and survive where no other pilot likely could have. If only half of you were as ruthless, the Cruxi would be quaking in their slimy alien boots!”

However, lieutenant Ritsu did not share in the professor’s positive assessment with a slight shake of her head as she kept her arms crossed.

Lorenzo then sighed heavily.

“Now then, it is time to announce the promotion to squad leader. Truth be told, none of you are qualified for this role. However, I realized that a compromise could be made. Therefore, I decided to make an additional promotion of secondary squad leader. Maybe when the two of you combine your half-wits, they make for a single brain cell. And those two will be…”

There was a pause, purposefully done to build up anticipation, until finally, he spoke again:

“Cadet Lane, and Cadet Bugatti. Lane’s previous experience shall be put to good use in a squad leader role. And to complement her straightforward thinking is Bugatti as secondary squad leader, answering to Cadet Lane. You shall provide the alternative, out-of-the-box tactics when other plans fail. Congratulations, hah hah!”
The old man guffawed, followed by a bout of violent coughing and a chug of medicine. Elora, however, clapped her hands to congratulate the two…followed by a blush as she quickly stopped.

Lieutenant Ritsu approached the two with a salute, and opened a tiny flat box that contained four items. Two of them were armband badges, shaped like hearts with two intersecting cogs piercing through them. The other four were pistols.

“As part of your promotion, you are hereby authorized to carry taser pistols,” Ritsu explained.
“You are also permitted to use them to uphold discipline during an emergency situation. Are there any questions?” She asked, not only the two freshly promoted pilot officers, but also the rest of the team.
In Symphony of Madness: Beach Trip → 2 mos ago Forum: Advanced Roleplay
Nukkelina Nieminen



Nukkelina was content with building her sandcastle, even as a commotion began to brew around Ceasar Beach. It seemed like something invisible had grabbed one of the Espers present, and began hauling them towards the sea. However, Nukkelina was not interested in some Freelancer’s shenanigans. It was likely their own fault for provoking Dan in the first place. The moat was shoveled, and the base of the castle began taking shape. It was going to be a masterpiece…Until someone stepped on it while passing by.

”...”

The puppet girl with the voided heart…Happened to feel something. Was it anger at the inadvertent saboteur? Sorrow at the loss of something she had invested time and effort into? Or was it something else? Nobody could tell, for the puppet-limbed girl showed no expression in her blank stare.

However, where there was no expression, there was instead action. She took out her goggles, now styled as fancy sunglasses, and placed them on.

”..Ser Pekka Puupää Esquire,” she called forth, and Ser Miauskers transformed, taking shape into a fearsome Instrument: a tall, broad-shouldered monster mannequin wearing a white mask with a disturbing asymmetrical set of eye symbols on it.
However, instead of sharp claws, Pekka wore white gloves with fat fingers, not unlike a certain rodent. It also wore blue swimming trunks, and a gaudy hawaiian t-shirt, complete with a baseball cap on its head, lessening the fright factor considerably. Now that Nukkelina’s arms were freed from holding the plushie, they were now extended out, each finger outstretched as translucent, near-invisible wires extended from them to Pekka.

”Let us enact justice,” Nukkelian then spoke, and with a flick of her fingers Pekka was off, it’s large size deceiving it’s true swiftness, as it moved at incredible speed unbecoming of such bulk chasing after the invisible assailant.
In Nerves In Carbonox Reforged: A Roll-Your-Own Giant Mecha Roleplay → 2 mos ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
Elora felt like a mess. She wanted to be useful to her team, to collect vital intelligence on the enemy as soon as she could, and that way aid her allies in the fight. Instead, she made a complete fool of herself, letting herself be caught, and leading to team Apple’s strategy falling apart. But then, something surprising happened that caused her to blink: Bug, the pilot who caught and hobbled Logic Diver, was the one to approach her first.

"Wipe off your tears. You need to keep seeing. You're an intel officer aren't you? I guess there will be a chewing of this after all. So learn. Take the torch of those before you." Bug said to Elora. "Lorenzo thinks you can do it, and I think i know what he has seen in you. And look..." He added, his shaky finger pointing at the screen.

"That stupid horse maniac is still on the fight, and he's not going down easily." He added, pointing at the screen and the comms.


She raised her head up from her slump, baffled by his kind words. “The torch?” She asked while taking the offered handkerchief, understanding the word and the meaning, but not the purpose behind the mention. She then glanced over at the screen, and saw as Horst and Ava were in a fierce duel: just as he said, Arrish was still in battle, despite everything. “Th-Thank you, mister Bugatti. I-I won’t make the same mistakes again.”

Elora wiped her tears with the handkerchief when Lucius was the next to speak to her.

"There's a reason VR is used for practice and training, really, so...hey, this guy's right. You didn't fail, heck you made your opponent pay for coming after you a little AND glitched the sim a bit it seems. And you helped push one Banana-split-in-two idiot to think about his actions a bit more at that, heh, so you've my thanks as well.

Never know what our actions might lead to sometimes either, but...Mr. Pink here said you're a comms officer? Right? Information is your forte then. With that in mind, perhaps we really oughta' see this through to the end yeah? Even if its hurts, it's part of how we learn. Its how we move forward and try to make ourselves better."


“R-Really?” Elora reminisced on the battle, and remembered the frightening sight that befell her once she was down on the ground, crawling with her Framewerk.
“That drone then…It was yours, um, Lucius?” She asked, starting to gradually regain her composure, as she was distracted by the technical topic. “I didn’t see any drones like that when I read through the profiles…Thank you,” she spoke, and a slight blush emerged on her cheeks.
“For helping me there…I appreciate it.”

The third person to speak had fewer words than them all.

"...take it from an information pilot ma'am. You did well", Jake then said to Elora.


However, they still mattered, as Elora now stopped slouching, and sat up straight in her simulator pod, having found new courage from the praise.

“Th-Thank you. You’re Jake, correct?” She asked, just to ensure she didn’t confuse him for someone else. “From what I saw of your Framewerk, it’s really cool. I’d like to see your and Lucius’ Frames sometime later, if that’s okay.”

The final person to approach the Elora at that moment was Mema-Ka, who was the latest to be disconnected from the virtual reality program. She blinked as he gave a cordial mention of Lucius’ accomplishments in the mission, before turning to her.

"Do forgive me for leaving you in such a difficult situation Elora. You performed admirably and bravely fought to your last. Keep your head high. We wouldn't have gotten this far without you."


Elora nodded with closed eyes, and an awkward smile managed to reach her expression.
“Thank you for carrying Logic Diver around. It must have been a burden in all the fighting. I’m glad you believed in me despite fumbling very badly in there.”

[Arrish disconnected]

Suddenly, Arrish had woken up, having met his end after a particularly lethal dosage of electricity. Now it was Elora’s turn to approach him, as she stood up and approached him.

“Hey, Arrish…Thank you for saving me from Minerva. It probably would have been better for Apple if you left me to die, but you didn’t.” She placed her hands behind her back, and scratched the floor with the front of her boot, looking awkward as once again she blushed a bit.
“So, um, sorry,” she mumbled.

[Sparks disconnected]

Finally, the last pilot woke up: Sparks, who ended up as the survivor, not only of team Mango, but the entire mission.

Lorenzo was still reading his personal device at the time, and then realized how most of the pilots were looking at him.

“...Oh. I suppose the mission is over.”

Then, without further fanfare, he walked out of the virtual training room, followed by Liisa.

Ritsu then addressed the pilots with a salute.

“The practice mission is now officially over. Report to the briefing room in ten minutes. The Executive Officer will be handing out evaluations for your performance as well as handing out the position of team leader. That is all, dismissed.”

Elora sighed, and placed her hands on her cheeks.

“Geez, I hope hope he won’t be yelling too badly…Ah, who am I kidding,” she mumbled, and went over to greet Serah. “Hi. So, um, how do you think the mission went? I don’t think we saw each other at all in there.”
In Nerves In Carbonox Reforged: A Roll-Your-Own Giant Mecha Roleplay → 2 mos ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
Mema-Ka zoomed through the air, and like a hermit crab sought after a new she'll. But instead of picking vacant ones that were available in his vicinity like Shiva or Argo, he instead decided to claim the Guinevere itself. An arrogant plan befitting the better composed but just as ambitious twin. With Maser in hand, he reached the area where he had seen the tell-tale shimmer of the cloaked mech...and was zapped into black ash by Arklight Thunder, as Sparks lamented taking things theis far. Mema-Ka grudgingly launched a Maser beam upon his demise: while it left a burn mark on the plating, the armor held against the sidearm.

[Mema-Ka disconnected]

The two red-headed pilots squared off, locked into mortal combat. Arrish strained his will to the very limit as he parried blow after blow of Argent Wings and the empowered blue-hued resonant blade, now capable of even splitting matter at a micro versal level. Thus, Horst’s every deflect needed to be perfect, as even the slightest bypass would find purchase.
So it was that Ava's Vibroblade would eventually destabilize from the strain and malfunction, allowing Arrish to perform one last deadly strike with the sharpened hand, piercing through and slaying Ava.

However, Horst would not escape unscathed, as Arrish would hit his limit and be unable to use the Shining Fingers, panting from exhaustion. Ava, by muscle reflex, landed a last attack: the Carbonox-lined katana was swung down at the Horst’s waist. While it failed to cut through, it sliced enough for the mighty Frame’s top half to groan and collapse to the ground. Now, Horst was immobilized, unable to move their partially dismembered legs, and lying in the shattered concrete.

[Ava disconnected]
In March of the White Rabbit: A Roll-Your-Own Magical Girl Roleplay → 2 mos ago Forum: Advanced Roleplay



Clouds began to gather, shrouding Penrose in darkness. The silence was broken by the roar of thunder. And so it was, after countless battles with monsters, villains and unimaginable terrors from beyond, that the greatest one Penrose had ever seen would begin. War has come. Wonderland troopers and tanks, after congregating at Covington Tower, spread out, marching their way to conquer. Street by street, sounds of gunfire and cannons could be heard, followed by the sound of screams from civilians that filled the air.



However, it was not hopeless, as brave vanguards joined the fray: Pennybots were the first to arrive, the metallic enforcers doling out justice to the invaders with power and precision. Their efforts were enhanced even further by Connie and Gaia’s command from the Bastion. Beacon had also gathered in mass, including Kimble and Sally, having set up defenses across the city. Standing shoulder to shoulder with them were the Ascendancy, led by Rachel herself: she cast great walls of barriers, and smashed up tanks like they were cardboard with her great hammer. Even the denizens of Sanctuary had come out to the streets, their dark magics a light of hope against the forces of the Queen of Hearts. And of course, the twin vampires, Justine and Caroline, the very first villains to attack the city, would be there to protect the city from the last one.


At the Bastion, Cheshire Cat stood back up when Penny ordered, and bowed her head with drooping cat ears. “Understood. I’ll ask permission nyaxt time,” she said. As Penny turned, she hesitated, but then spoke: “I-I’ll do what I can to assist! I’m not much of a fighter, but maybe I can help with my catflaps.”

The Penny duplicate then left, followed by Cheshire Cat who ran the opposite way, towards the Pennybot command room. On the way, she noticed the catflap had detected that the remaining Mahou had passed through it safely, causing her to sigh in relief.

Eventually, she found Connie and Gaia.
“My apologies for intruding, everynyan!” She bowed respectfully. “Lady Penny had given me permission to stay here, so I wish to repay her kindness. Is there anything you need? I could brew up some coffee,” she suggested, and summoned a miniature cat flap mid-air, pulling out a steaming coffee pot and coffee cups out of it.





The Guardian concentrated, and then unleashed a great spell combining each element, drawing directly from the Nexus for mana:

[Fire] to launch a tornado of blazing fury.

[Ice] to whip up a blizzard of freezing cold icicles.

[Air] to send her soaring through the sky on sandals of Hermes.

[Spirit] to call on the will of the fallen.

[Reinforcement] to strengthen the body.

[Psychic] to read the Queen’s mind.

[Time] to speed up her reactions.

[Lightning] to shoot a cascade of thunderbolts.

[Sound] to fill the air with a rousing song that bolsters fighting power.

[Darkness] to hide themselves in shadow.

[Illusion] to obfuscate with mirage duplicates.

[Light] to banish hexes and curses.

[Wood] to raise thorny rose vines.

[Empathy] to fill her heart with fighting spirit.

[Water] to send arrows made of rain to fall upon the Queen.

[Gravity] to increase the mass around the Queen.

[Stone] to raise spikes of the earth.

[Beast] to maximize the Ultra Instinct.

And finally,

[Metal] to shoot blades from the rooftop’s paneling.

Of course, the Queen of Hearts, with her glowing purple eye, defended against the onslaught with unerring precision, her Storyslayer a whirlwind of slashes as it cut through the tornado of fire, the storm of icicles, the rock spikes and metal blades, and even through the gravity curse.

“I see the Grand Magistrate is turning desperate! But no matter! I will end this mockery of a Story!”

She launched herself into the air, using conjured portals and vine whip throws to essentially fly as she battled Kayli with a conjured sword, the two duking it out in a great duel of might and magic, too intense and complicated to put to words. Meanwhile, Mariette asked the demonically possessed toy she was holding, and it answered: "Release me, and you'll become the new Queen across the board."

However, Kayli, despite her vast magical power and strength, was inexperienced with the use of her powers, and was prone to mistakes. The Queen, after several such blunders, took advantage of the next fatal blunder…

And the Guardian ended up headless, her head rolling on the rooftop as Penny’s portal opened up.

Kayli’s body dropped with a thud, and the Queen landed, watching as Mikayla sent a horde of vengeful spirits to assail the intruders. She proceeded to defend herself against Mika and Su.



”Yes! I finally learned how to do this spell!”

Lily, harnessing her Lightning and Time Specialization to the next level, allowed her to ride the lightning: her motorcycle speeding across the sky on a thunderbolt rail at a speed not seen before.

She jumped to the rooftop, and readied her weapon, drawing the electric bowstring and nocking a lightning arrow.

”Queen meanie! Time to kick your butt for all the bad things you’ve done!”

She taunted. But the Queen only laughed.

Then she sighed.

"Ah, there it is: the eyes filled with determination. No matter how many times I deal with you ignorant slaves, it’s meaningless.” She pointed her sword at Kayli’s headless body. “I trap you, you escape. I separate your heads, you put them back on. I kill you, and surely you will resurrect! No matter what I do, the Grand Magistrate always provides a convenient excuse to bring you back.” But then, she smiled evilly. “But even an Author has a weakness.”

”What are you talking about!?"

“As long as you have the will to persist, to continue on and fight, the Grand Magistrate will follow along with that will like a trained dog. But…What if there is no will to fight? No desire to keep going? Let’s find out!”

The Queen performed a great spell, the Storyslayer glowing with a crimson flame that cast a great shadow over the heroic Mahou that had gathered to oppose her. She then slashed, and mirrors emerged before the Mahou. “Now, look upon your true selves…And despair!”

Instead of their reflections, they saw something else: visages of a darker nature, with inverted colors and expressions full of sadness, regret, and all kinds of negative emotions, beset against the place most resonant with the Mahou’s personal fears and sorrow. Suddenly, these visages reached out from beyond the mirrors, and dragged the Mahou through them into the mirror realm.

”Aaahh!”

Lily screamed as she was pulled into her mirror realm, which was a rainy rooftop not unlike the one at Covington Tower. However, there was something different about this: for one, it was closer to the ground, about the height of an average building. It also overlooked a park. Lily’s heart seized in her chest when she realized exactly what park it was: Penrose Park. And more alarmingly, it was the night that the Mahou had first gathered, all the way then.

”This is that night, Lily. The night where it all began.”



Lily turned, and saw her mirror self speak to her.

”I remember it too…All the times we were mocked, the times the other girls laughed at us behind our backs. All those failures.” Black tears raced down her cheeks.

”How about all those times Alex had to protect you? Hurting himself to do so…all over again…I’m sick of it, sick of it all. And I know you are too, Lily.”

Lily, shocked beyond all belief, took a staggered step forward.

”I-It’s not true! I don’t think like that!”

”You do,” mirror!Lily answered with a frown.

”Every day, you think of the things you could have done better, would have done better…How you could not feel so much pain and regret. How you could turn back time.”

She then gave an uneasy smile.
”But it doesn’t have to stay that way. You and Alex…You can leave this all behind. Nobody will blame you for it.”

”But Alex would never-”

Mirror!Lily’s expression turned serious.

”He will follow your lead, like always. But it is you who has to make that choice, Lily.”

Suddenly, a scream could be heard, and Lily rushed over to place her hands on the raised edge of the roof, peering down: in the distance, she saw Victoria Reales impaled by swords of light by the mind-controlled Beacon girl.

Lily grit her teeth, closed her eyes, and tears dropped down to the pavement. Mirror!Lily walked behind her…and hugged her.

”It’s okay, Lily. You can stop feeling this pain. You can let go, and never turn back. You can find new happiness in Silverburg, or anywhere else.”

Lily sniffled, and her stance wavered.

”I…I…”

Lily was trapped, not just by being placed in the mirror…But by herself.
In Symphony of Madness: Beach Trip → 2 mos ago Forum: Advanced Roleplay
Nukkelina Nieminen



Nukkelina, with assistance, stood back up, the blush on her cheeks reaffirmed as Scypho scolded her for her insensitive words from before. Just as she expected, the consequences of her lack of social skills had quickly caught up to her, and she averted her eyes, her expression still as stoic as ever.

”...I didn't know,” she answered quietly, almost like a child that knew it had done something bad, but still learning how to properly express it.
”...It seemed a natural name for a jelly wearing clothes resembling a miko's. I didn't mean to offend, and I'm sorry...Scypho,” she added, having barely remembered the other Esper's name.
With Nukkelina and her ever-constant poker face, it was difficult to determine whether she was sincere with her apology, or simply approximating an apology based on observing others. However, what was genuine was her surprise as she was hit with yet another beachball, though this time she lifted her arms and used Ser Miauskers to deflect the ball: as a result, the cat plushie's face had comedically caved in.

”This place is dangerous,” she commented, and walked off towards the shoreline. She knelt down at the line of sand where the waves were lapping, and set Ser Miauskers beside her.
She decided she wanted to build a sandcastle. But she wouldn't do it alone. She placed her hand on the ground, and closed her eyes as she focused on the spell.

[Touch] 0 + [Summon Minion] 2 = 2 Mana

The summoned minion was a human-sized mannequin wearing a bikini, though the allure factor was severely diminished by the lack of any distinguishing facial features on the rounded head (unless you are specifically into masks/hidden faces, in which case good for you). The minion was commanded to retrieve a plastic bucket, a plastic hand shovel, and then begin collecting damp sand in a pile next to Nukkelina as material for her to build a sandcastle with.

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