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Current BERSERK LIVES
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2 yrs ago
1 year later... Still in denial. Also trying to set up a discord server.
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Still in denial about Berserk. Also RL made me busy.
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"Insert witty quote here"
3 yrs ago
If there is anyone out there... could you please tweak the RNG of the world?

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@RoflsMazoy@Gentlemanvaultboy NPC teacher for Mephisto School. :3

The Hag clenched her teeth as she kept herding the amount of Nightmares towards what she had designated her killing zone. However, no plan survives contact with the enemy, that much was true. The number of nightmares was off, probably due to the presence of another Magical Girl splitting the horde in two. It had to be one of those maniacs who had brought a building down. Probably civilians needed rescue there, but she had her hands tied metaphorically.

There's way too few on them on this place and too many interlopers to unleash a definitive attack and call it a day. And they are decreasing. I loathe empowering corrupted maniacs with a tenuous grasp on sanity, but sometimes it cannot be helped. The Hag clenched her fist, as she was about to climb her designated sniping spot, near an open space full of reflective surfaces, when one of the Dark ones beckoned.Good grief, their gluttony far surpasses their ability to make sound judgement. The Hag just let a long, elongated sigh, the words of coercion from the other girl. She needed not to put herself at her level.

"There are flaws in your reasoning. I urge you to think again and find them." She just monotonally droned, as she climbed one of the construction cranes deftly, giving her an overview of the industrial site. A vast, open space where Nightmares had few places to hide and lots of reflective surfaces. If she left... those Nightmares would eventually become much harder to track down as they dispersed. "Let me tell you something useful." She added, as she pulled her orb once again, intent on resuming her sniping. "Greed is the undoing of any Dark Magical Girl, for what they gain in accursed power, they lose in sanity. Cherish what you have and do not crave for more." She finished, as she resumed her tactical shooting, now in a much favorable place, with the Nighmares being sitting ducks in the open, as she had intended.

And yet,that same greed is what it will prevent the Nightmares from overruning me. She grimaced. You won't fight me, as long as there are more Nightmares to kill within reach. Afterwards... well, I already know how to cover my escape.
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That depends on what would that be. If you have no idea whether or not you can post it at this time, you can always ask us.


Well, vantage point, open space, reflective surfaces... Massive ball of lasers ultimate. Boom.

Nightmares would never see that one coming cause they have no sense of terrain tactics or formation.
Well, to be fair I was waiting on people cause if i posted now what I had initially thought, it might have been a bit unfair.
Celestine Lightbringer


@Dezuel


Celestine dozed in the chair significantly. After dressing his wounds and changing into his pyjamas, the combination of narcotics and tiredness had finally defeated the young man, who was slumping in the kitchen's table. It was the scream who woke him up, however, and he knew fully what had transcended. He sighed, and did his best to sober up as Vittorio worked his way towards where he was.

Goodness, he was walking on his own. On, one hand that meant that his recovery was at hand. On the other, Celestine wanted to put down the stubborn fool back to rest once more. Well, he doubted he could convince him easily. His face was all scrunched up and he was demanding things instead of saluting. Not a good start.

"William? He probably is resting in his mother's bosom as we speak. That woman is quite the helicopter, you see. She was all the time meddling behind her son's scuffle gushing on how proud she was of the perp." Celestine straightened up, shuffling in his pink pyjamas with blue chicken decorations. He tilted his gaze to match Vittorio. "You're up and walking, is this the power of anger? Anyway it is good. It'll make you recover soon." He paused.

"See this? This is what I got out of the scuffle. Galbrek was leading you into a folly, and wanted to make use of that power for his own ends. So that's why I had to step in. Anger might be powerful, but clouds judgement." Celestine sighed, tired. "Nevertheless... I will not stop you from doing what you think it needs to be done." He raised from his chair. "As self-conceited as that discount Satan is, one thing he said is true. Resurrecting people is hardly a walk in the park. I know, because i've brought people back to live from the brink. It is a scarring experience. Even if the resurrection was successful, i can't even begin to imagine the impact that kind of thing will have on a mind... and that's if she is brought back fully."

He then approached a laptop, and began typing. "This so called William, we both know his type, Vittorio. He thinks everything is sunshine and rainbows. He wants to be special. He wants to be loved by anyone. And he unwittingly will lead to create more Vittorios and Celestines. Just because he is too blind in his justice that he won't see the true nature of people, or the true nature of consequences." Celestine worked deftly through the computer, typing command line after command line. A single login appeared on the screen of the computer.

>St Laurel Student Records.

"Well. Breaking into a school's records is sadly an easy task... It's not like they have a bank or a company. I've also bounced the signal all over. But here's the direction of William Ascott's home." Celestine added, yawning.

"What you do with this information... is up to you, Vittorio. Just... be sensible about it. But if you want a tip... wait until he's at his most vulnerable, you will get more leverage that way." He added, his hand then extending towards Vittorio's chin, caressing it ever so slightly.

"Other than that... I will only say. Do as thou will."

Ahh, free choice, or the illusion of it. Isn't it great, William Ascott?






Meredith stood still for a few moments, as the situation seemingly seemed to resolve itself. Indeed, a lot of people were tired and decided to grab the first bed they could. She could relate. Still, Meredith wasn't dizzy enough to not pick up Vera's kiss to Wolf, as well manhandling her own little sister to get a bed. She knew why she was doing it. She felt she had to defend against mother's provocations and shenanigans... yet inside herself, she couldn't find agreeing with her attitude. Something writhed inside, painfully and sad. Wolf was spent as well, and she didn't even dedicate a good night to her. "Goodnight then..." She added, as she trudged towards her own room, feet like lead. She wasted little time in getting out of the stupid suit, and slipping inside her bed, not bothering to put her pyjamas back on. She noticed her baby brother slept by the end of the bed, so she gently squeezed inside.

Her eyes felt watery for some reason, as she squeezed the fox plushie against her. She didn't remember she had a fox plush, but then again she was too tired to fully recognize it. It was big, for one reason. Probably the size of a young man. She let a small sob, before finally sinking into sleep.

Her dreams were fairly restless. She found herself alone in a void space. And in front of her there was a demon. Who was not a demon. It was like her... but slimmer. More enticing. More arrogant. Just like what she would have been if she had followed her mother's counselling, maybe? "Heh, you're so pathetic. The goody two shoes. And that's why you will lose the boy." She said in a sultry voice. "You crave for him... I know. Because I am you. And you should know better.". The Not-Meredith spoke, as she manifested a cowered and terrified version of Vera, before her claws slashed her throat in a rain of blood. "Yes, you crave for this, don't you? You want that Wolfie boy for yourself... He's the only one who understands you, really. So why not make use of what you have, and stop pretending what you are not, Meredith?" The voice laughed.

"Go. Away." Meredith blanched upon the sight, as she clenched her fists. She had to take control of this dream, and that much she did. The dark void cleared in a light scenery with birds, a prairy field with a picnic. Full of stuff to eat. And cute animals. And Meredith tried to rest inside that soothing dream.

"Hah, well played. But for long will you last, until that armor cracks? Do you think...people...will...still...like...you?". The voice faded, not without a further insult.
@Rai@Polaris North@KoL

As it seemed, the night had only just begun. She had hoped for a quiet, orderly wrap up operation, but no plan ever survives contact with the enemy, specially if you throw a few volatile unknown elements in the middle. Mari Yamato, the Hag, just eyed with detachment the arm that was aiming at her, almost as if she had witnessed the same sort of scene so many times she had grown apathetic. Still, emotions rustled within when he recognized the Prince. One of her juniors. Now turned fallen and in a mockery of herself. It was always like this. Most Magical Girls either died or fell to darkness... But she never got truly used to the sight of former comrades being twisted versions of themselves.

"This was never a game." She eventually answered back, solemn and without the barest hint of inflection as she greeted the other dark magical girl with the minimum affordable courtesy. "Likewise."

However, when more and more creatures and girls seemed to rush her position, Mari had long decided that she needed a change of plans, and a change of scenario as well. Apparently a couple of Magical Girls were dueling really close to her. Yes, yes, you are strong and you're having one hell of a fight, but could this wait until we clear the Nightmares? She thought to herself as she concentrated, her orb glowing ominously.

And then she hurled herself down the building into the street bellow, on top of the Nightmares. It was then when the barrier deployed, and with a sickening crunch, smashed a path through the creatures. Most magical girls who had been endowed with barrier powers usually failed to realize the offensive applications of them, just like many people failed to realize shields could also be used as bashing weapons. Breathing deep, she began to run away from the residential area, acting as bait.

Let's see, I need a place with lots of open spaces and perches for ranged attacks. The industrial area shall be fit for my purposes.


Meredith simply raised an eyebrow at Andras' comment before handing back Vera's jacket and putting it in her shoulders with just enough restraint to not knock her down to the ground forcefully. She really was getting tired? Wellspring of energy? That brought some real unpleasant memories of how utterly inhuman had her early years been, with a demonic mother intent of sacrificing her to obtain power. Meredith's wings slipped back into her body as she eyed the other people gathered around. "We'll be okay, mrs Ascott, thank you." She added as she entered the taxi, grabbing her sister by the nape of her neck as the brat flailed furiously in a pathetic attempt of resistance, before being unceremoniously shoved in the luxurious vehicle Vera had summoned. Meredith was getting really tired, so she barely registered Vera's obvious cranky words and Wolf's apology.

As best as she could, she gave directions to the driver to drop the entire collective home. They were greeted by the same wealthy house look, and the same figure that seemed out of an erotic magazine, dressed in naught but a night dress. "My my, you truly are my daughter Meredith. You do not bring one, but two boys in the same night. And a girl as well. Trying to teach my cute little demon jewel the art of night hunting? However, I do think this one is a bit haggard, despite being a son of who he is...he does have a tick attached. Sho shoo, little tick. Go away." The demoness went through a bunch of varied expressions as if she was a skilled actress, from praise to her firstborn, to some tender remarks to her second born, and finishing by being utterly dismissive of Vera. It was when something caught the Demoness's eye inside house, and some audible rumbling like a boulder was heard inside. A man's voice, muffled. "You're too kind Victor. Some people ought to be taught their places. Ah well. Guest room it is." . Nyxdaemona deftly picked up a key and spun it it deftly before handing it to Meredith. "You heard your father, get these two to the guest room, the ...eyepatch lady and the tick. I think it will suffice.". The demoness added as she once again left the doorframe, and allowed the guests to seep in. Meredith on her part, was rather tired, so tired because of the trip and the magic that she was barely making coherent words by now.

"Lessee,we have three guests and two more beds, so how do we do this..." Meredith ruminated visiblely tired.I think I am forgetting something but I am too tired... well, tomorrow is a new day. She added as she begun to trace the steps to the rooms, her shoulders slumping. Anna had somehow managed to stay silent throught the entire interchange, deciding to walk inside the house instead of fluttering about, a sign that she was getting tired and cranky.

"Well I suppose I'll share the bed with Wolf then." She said, almost stealthily.

By the way, I'll have my update tomorrow, making the introduction of a new character as well as some possible support from Luna to Mari (even though she doesn't know her, so it's likely she'll think she's with the evil side given her definitely non heroic appearance).


Hey, try fighting creatures for 50 years and then we will talk about ragged clothes >:(
@AtomicNut

Ahhh, then Alex would probably recognize her. Though she'd probably just say 'hi' and then just go back to slaughtering Nightmares.


What, no jokes about that old bat still playing magical girlthe fact she should be too old for this?
So i get to play bait. Awesome.

Retaking @Polaris North idea i do have to say that any magical girl who had been active for 5 years has a chance of recognizing Hag and the fact she ha not changed at all since her withdrawal after a grievous injury.
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