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I did a thing.
@AtomicNut

Yes. The rule on that is only 1/3 of the total player population may play them. Originally we were going to decide who via dice rolls to make it random but if there’s no mass want for them we’ll take them on case by case basis.


So may I give it a shot, then? Also hi @Polaris North :P
Spinning a couple of ideas. You said good magical girls were allowed to an extent?
@Zelosse@liferusher

Okay Sieg, don't do anything rash, size up the threat... The young knight apprentice thoughtfully assumed a stance slowly, either to evade or fight, as the creature approached, curious. It didn't seem to assume a fighting stance just yet. Now slowly, draw a bolt...He added, as he took one of his ammunitions as impromptu weapon. If he wanted to get serious, better had a weapon at hand. Well, let's just try to back off real slowly...

He began to measure his steps, his senses keen, when a large jolt made him open his eyes wide.Clumsy Oaf! He cursed as he contained his breath as the other person fell nearby. Without exchanging a glance, he knew exactly who he was. That rabid boy of the market. Sieg didn't even hesitate. Despite the lush vegetation and breathtaking views of wondrous creatures, the Abyss was a battlefield. It was kill or be killed. Using the distraction that the other young man brought, he delivered a bone shattering kick to the bird's body. From what he had known about birds in general, from its game is that they had traded flight for hollow, fragile bones.

And that eyes, in general, were a good spot to stab, as he furiously and without warning aimed to kill the bird in his follow up, by stabbing it in the eye with the bolt, before it could react.

I might as well bow out, I've been trying to rake my brain on how to continue with no avail.

My apologies.
And posted.

Existence is pain.
Hyrule Castle Town - Green District


Telma's Bar


Durahans Bilko could hardly be considered a lucky man, but today so far had been excellent in these last days. He had found some decent shelter by the rain in the cobbled streets, thanks to a few broken barrels that sat outside one of the many seedy bars in the part of this city. It wasn't a bed, but at least the rats weren't too aggressive. Also he had found a big chunk of slightly mouldy bread! That was quite the finding for someone like him. He would be able to eat for a whole night and day with just that!

Just as he was about to have the first unsavoury bite of the the half rotten food, he had gotten a telepathic message from someone. Well, he assumed it was a telepathic message. It had all the right hallmarks of the right type of supernatural power. It made the hairs on the back of his neck stand up.

"Help me... my name is Zelda... I have gone into labor within the castle, and I fear I won't survive. My husband is not to be trusted. Please, come to me. There is an old well hidden behind Telma's Bar in the green district that passes beneath the castle's walls. Friends await you there."

Bilko waited for a few moments to process the message. Some powerful mage lady was giving birth. And she was asking him, Bilko, out of all people to help. He looked at his bread, his features scrunching up with dejection. "I can't even have dinner...i want to have my dinner first." He muttered to himself as he sighed. "Well, at least I wasn't mugged or stolen or eaten for rats. Also that Zelda name is familiar for some reason." He added, popping his head out of the barrel like a ferret pops his head out of its hole, looking left and right. So he wasn't the only one? Well, he felt slightly relieved. It was a varied group. That means everyone would be at fault when things went wrong and not just the silly self of Bilko.

He was even lucky in that regard. Telma's Bar was just right next to the refuse garbage he had taken as a residence, so he stepped into the light, trying to shake off some refuse bits that clung together. He addressed what was probably Telma or at least a gerudo worker of hers with the most dignified way he could. He failed miserably.

"Hi um, lady. I also got that message. I um, Ghost business is no good so I will help to get babies for food. That didn't sound right. I mean...uh". He paused for a second in hesitation. It was then when the hugest rat he had ever seen bolted like a black shadow from the deepest corners of the alley and snatched his ill-gotten mouldy bread.

"My dinner!" He squeaked. "How can I go adventuring without mouldy bread now?"

@AtomicNut Are you posting now? I'm working on something that'll clear up this fight and leave plenty of time for everyone else to post who hasn't arrived yet. I can have it up in a few minutes, but I'll wait if you've started something.


No mate let me have a breakfast first XD
Ye, i need to post at some point too.
Celestine Lightbringer


@Dezuel




"You're welcome." Was the only reply that Celestine made, before breaking eye contact. Galbrek's minions were strong because they had doubtless faith, or it seemed so... but hesitation could bog someone down more than physical chains. It was also a matter that Cel was an utilitarian. Resources should never be discarded willy nilly, and for a magical automaton with capabilities for self improvement, what was an arm lost for the sake of experience?

The seed is planted. Nevertheless. You should treat your underlings like your own children, Galbrek. But i doubt his parents know the least about raising someone. Cel hummed as he drove the car to a unknown alley, and popping the hood and the trunk, proceed to destroy the car by burning it with its own fuel, to eliminate all traces of his misdeeds. It wasn't as bad as what followed next. With little to no clothes, he had sifted through the garbage and produced foul smelling but serviceable cloths for the both of them.

"We need to do something with your arm. It's too noticeable." He added as he slinked back to Vittorio's resting place in the middle of the night, deflecting the questions about himself and the smell that the Mephisto guards made to him.

I'm gonna be so overworked like a horse. He mumbled to himself, as he pulled a cheap cellphone, and punched a certain message to a certain number, before tucking it away. One more task in the grocery list. He really needed a shower and to take a resting place so he could manage for Vittorio to wake up. But not before offering some clothing and a resting place for Celine. "We'll sort your arm in the morning."




Somewhere...

@RoflsMazoy

Warden McKlusky breathed heavily, pondering the words exchanged not long ago in his head. They burned like hellfire. His eyes, his gaze. The sweet voice that pronounced those words, and the heavyset ruination they brought. So what if he had dipped in the pot for a while. He did not deserve this. Not when that quack street doctor had cured him from a STD that he would have had a lot of trouble explaining to his wife. He didn't have much money at hand, so a favour for a favour had been exchanged. And now that street doctor had called the favour, with that zany attitude of his. Cigarettes and a phone. Something fairly easy. A delivery, he could do. But a delivery to one of the most high profile prisoners, Mephisto, was...something different. But he pushed on, using his wits and abilities to keep the parcel away from the cameras, and deposit it at Mephisto's feet, discreetly, in the middle of the night.

"F sends his regards." The warden parroted, before brusquely turning away and never thinking of it again. He really should take a break from all of this stuff.






Meredith looked once more at Wolf, and then at Vera. Her usually cheery features twisted in some sort of pain for a reason, before addressing Wolf once again. "Alright, Wolfie." She said very little, a hint of sadness in her voice. Her shoulders slumped significantly, as drain caught with her. Hardly the only one. The chatty Ascott family had a bad case of passing away mid-sentence, and a certain Venom or whatever he was called rushed to his aid. Well, they were probably fine, despite that weird woman. Chatting about plans and stuff.

Meredith could not care, as she was staring Anna who was still feeling quite the rush for having had tasted human blood, and now was leisurely flapping above the rest. And then both Venom and Vera exchanged poisonous barbs... and decided to crash her home, which made her think. She bit her lip trying to juggle the fact that her house was in a bit of a strange situation now. But it had been an honest request for help. Even if the one who was going to be sheltered was a Demon Lady without any once of demon power.

"But mother is doing her chocolate ritual right now. And Cyan is sleeping in my bed. I found him walking the doggy. Also demons are territorial..." She pondered. "But the Demon Lady of Despair should be fine, I mean, I can't really feel an ounce of demonic energy from her so... floof floof."

Meredith interrupted herself as she eyed Masami up and down, a troublesome spark forming in her eyes as she lunged forward and hugged Masami rather quickly."Eeeh! So cute! Is she coming too? She is totally floof floof!" She said, before Anna, the ten year old half-demon, made her best impression of a flying kick and hit her forehead.

"YOU OAF! Don't get distracted by mongrels!" She added, her eyes set first on Vera, and then on Wolf. "Why yes, you all will be welcome. Wolf sleeps on my bed, though. Hehe. We don't have enough." The little demon-winged spam smiled mischievously. "Vera can sleep in the doghouse."

Meredith flared up red, before forgetting about Masami and releasing her. "Focus. First friends. Then cute Floof floof." She said to herself before reaching her hand and yanking Anna's demon tail hard, in an odd display of forcefulness. "Anna, be polite. Your bed won't fit Wolf. Mine will...but bweee... Anyway, we can sort who sleeps where later. Dad won't mind having you there, Wolfie. He always had a liking to you.". She added, as she walked towards the both. "We can't reach there by flying...so uuhh, who has spare change for the cab? This suit doesn't have much wallet space...".
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