AtomicNut

Kurai Majoko: Dark Magical Girls

Hm. I'm left with an interesting query my character is an orphan wandering vagrant legally speaking she cannot enroll ...@AtomicNut hows the hag get around surely being 70 she'd feel it insulting to still attend school

@Noxx

The Hag just uses that experience to forge fake transfer student IDs. She legally owns a dojo though. And well, school is a good place to pass time i guess. The needs to uphold the masquerade.

You Can Become a Hero!

F u y u m i

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Sapporo, Japan
Isshin Academy, April 7th

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Interacting With: @DruSM157

Fuyumi eyed Shun with deep, wide eyes. The expression could easily misunderstood. She was in awe of Shun, and not for a good reason at all. Seriously, how would people like him would flock to such an academy, she did not understand. Even if they were subpar, other academies would offer the Okinawan a better chance before being ripped apart. Fuyumi was no fool. She knew that even if you attended one of the best academies, it didn't necessarily mean that it would be the most fitting academy to such an individual.

Fuyumi recovered fast enough, as she closed her eyes, and tilted her head, giving Shun her best diabetes-inducing smile. "I'm sure you will make a great hero." She had to fight the urge to vomit her breakfast out. Perhaps she had overdone it with how fake-sweet her comment sounded like, but the lad seemed pretty oblivious to her earlier sarcasm. It would not hurt however, to keep sticking with this one. Having an acquaintance to lend you a house near the beach was a plus for a Tokyo girl like her. Playing around the beach, provided lodging and travel, was fun and inexpensive.

Her eyes darted through the assemble of students once more. Some people had glanced at her, but for the most part they had tried to pitch their sales in rather unimportant conversations. Crying boy seemed okay. She did notice at least three students were foreigners, and at least a couple of them were numb to the oftentimes absurd nuances of her own culture. Troublesome. They might feel entitled because their profile doesn't quite match this kind of prideful academy and try to keep getting ahead of eachother. Not that I am very different with my unclean blood stigma. Friends of foes, time will tell. Fuyumi clasped her hands in front of her mouth. "Okinawan. Must have a lot of delicious seafood. That's a far shot from where I am from. Like a few others here I'm from Tokyo. Roppongi to be precise." She paused. Well, it was time to make her sales pitch wasn't it? She did decide to not make some overt moves and poses on her first day yet.

There would be more window of opportunity for good first impressions, so she decided to give priority to the breakthrough she had with the Okinawan big guy. Even though his height was losing points as some of the girls in her class were also quite tall. Blame the foreigner genes. "I think we have such luck we will end up in the same class. Just remember, keep your cool and don't give openings. You seem like a good guy... and some people here are mean carnivores."

Kurai Majoko: Dark Magical Girls

Miso City High School. A place of fond memories. A place of bitter rememberance. How many times she had returned into these halls? She could not count all of them. Old chipped away and was replaced by new, only to chip away in its place. Nothing was eternal. Generations of generations of high school students had trodded through their halls. Back then it was books. Now it was smartphones. The banalities of conversation. A giggle. Mundane worries that assaulted many.

Stares were thrown in her direction. A different uniform than the current school. A transfer student. An object of interest for many students. Sometimes a target of bullying. Once again, to hide her darkest secret, Yamato Mari had become one of such. Her face who had seen many events and battles would always restore to its original state no matter the ravage. Even if it was time itself, it would repaired. She remembered her first friend, among these halls. Sakura.

She had brought flowers to her tomb earlier that day, alongside those who had perished in the Great Fire of Old Miso. It was an habit of hers. Even after these many years, she always thought of her family and friends as christmas were approaching. After shaking the solemn mortuary smell of incense, she had stopped by an old bakery. The only place that made the same sweets she always remembered. Their family recipe had been transmitted successfully.

The Hag straightened the creases of her shirt, and ran a hand through her hair. They knew she was coming. She could feel the tension in the air. Like creatures of the night, they were wary. If only they did know. Most Magical Girls and fallen ones did not see to eye. Mari was not such.

The great enemy was more powerful than petty squabbles about monsters and corruption. She had her recently injury to bear proof of it, after having to retire for years. She slid the door open, stared at eachother's faces, as she left the strawberry daifuku right beside the sweets, in a luxury package tied with a bow.

"Just a fellow student bearing gifts, who may have a side interest in this club." She answered after a polite bow. "You may call me Mari. I brought a token of appreciation." She said, her face strangely neutral.

"So it's called the Detention club now? Curious indeed." She added.

Royal Rumble!

Mephisto's wicked Training for the Wickedly Inclined

First exercise- 1 Week and two days after the Midnight tournament.

(Open to all Mephisto Students)

@KillamriX88@Dezuel@RoflsMazoy@Gentlemanvaultboy@rawkhawk64@Hammerman

Teacher Maskono eyed her watch with mild concern as she awaited for all students to gather. She would have loved to do more and more exercises with the students, but time was pressing and results needed to be done. She dedicated a glare to the Fallen One, who, despite the purpose of the training, had appeared without teammates, much to Suzume's chagrin.

Oh, so you're bored now? Well, mister, I will have none of that! The Physical education teacher added, as she addressed the participants as they arrived.

"Okay, so we will do a team battle this time. However, it will not be a team battle in strict terms. You've got your teams of three, right? Excellent. Then we will play Knights, Demons and Princesses. This is how it goes. Each teammate picks one, and only one of the roles at the start, and the point of this exercise is to beat the other teams while playing with the following restrictions."

"One, The princess is the lead. Without that role, the team loses. They are forbidden from attacking or defending themselves, but they're the ones who call the shots."

"Two, the Knight. The knight can only defend himself or other team members."

"Third, the demon. THe demon can only attack, but not defend himself nor other teammates."

"Any team whose members don't adhere to these roles, will be disqualified. The roles will not be able to be changed for the duration of the exercise." Teacher Maskono added. "The battlefield is anywhere outside school that doesn't endanger students. Since it's a bit more tactical than the average exercise, I will allow some time for questions." The teacher put a hand to her hip.

"So, questions, anyone?"

You Can Become a Hero!

F u y u m i

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Sapporo, Japan
Isshin Academy, April 7th

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Interacting With: @DruSM157

Bullet trains were sometimes quite boring. Or at least, they killed Fuyumi's mood a great deal. It was true that she had never been away this far from home ever in her life, but hailing from Tokyo, she had been used to crowds, and she had grown numb and deaf with the passing of hordes of people, all shapes and sizes. Of course, she sometimes picked up the discordant details from crowds. She had to, in order to not grow insane from the wait.

She had seen the Isshin uniform several times in the train. There was at least a couple of other people who had taken the voyage to Sapporo in order to join the prestigious academy. Well, I may be able to befriend one or two so I won't spend all my holidays in the institution with all the other destitute kids. Pocket money is still an issue though. The young girl thought, and then her stomach churned. She of all things, had decided to act as a parent for once, when she had never tried to do so in all the years had been alive. Probably the news had reached that addled brain of hers, and perhaps there was a smidge of pride in the woman who had her own daughter attend Isshin academy. So she had set some parting gifts for Fuyumi, that woman. A second hand book of Gray's Anatomy. As well as an envelope full of money. It was a bittersweet gift. Both things in Fuyumi's mind, were stained of blood and violence. That was money the gangsters had paid her mother for her services. And that book had once belonged to her father.

Still, Fuyumi managed to snap out of her brooding, as she clutched the bag and entered the auditorium without much fuss. Granted, the directions had been a bit iffy at best, but for a city girl like herself, this meant just a little setback and nothing too major. She set apart a couple of creases in her skirt, and drove a hand through her hair as she kept advancing towards the row of seats of the first year students. She could already picture what they where whispering about her. Doll. Shortstuff. Vampire. Some might even think she was one of the cutest students.

She found a place to seat, alright. Right next to a huge, tan student with the ugliest scarf she could have ever seen. Really, a yellow scarf? Why not put a "Kick me" sign on your back while at it? Of course, that made the contrast between her and him more pronounced but, she did not care much about it. She gave him a more meaningful stare with her crimson eyes. Other ignorant fools would've called him a gaijin, but a life in Roppongi meant she was used to seeing actual foreigners much more. He was just a tanned student. Maybe he had a beach house in Okinawa. She figured it would useful to be nice to him. He did after all, gave the same vibe as one would expect from a huge, dumb friendly dog. He also seemed a little stunned by the hub bub.

So after sitting without saying anything, she poked his shoulder gently. "Hey hey, big lug. Don't look so spaced out. Stay sharp.". She said. "This academy is a feeding ground. You don't want to be like that guy over there, do you?" She indicated Shun with her gaze the position where an unfortunate Daiki had been... well, sobbing. "You look like you could use some help and a friendly face. I could use someone to pick stuff from the tall shelves. Our interests coincide." She paused. "Just think of this as you know..." She added, what would be a good comparison to this kind of fella? "Diving? So stay calm and don't let anything get to your mood." She finished. Was she forgetting something. "Oh, I'm Asakura Fuyumi. Call me Fuyumi-chan and I will use your scrotum as my next wallet. Just kidding. Maybe." She finished, beaming her best smile.

Kurai Majoko: Dark Magical Girls

Hey there, everyone.

We are moving to the next scene, a reunion in the club to discuss the results of the previous night. You are free to wrap up your characters' nocturnal activities on your next posts, but make sure they end the post in the club meeting, or at least acknowledging it in some way (if they dare skip it).

@AtomicNut

Mari will be left out of this for obvious reasons. We are thinking of some ways to keep her occupied during the Detention Club meetings.

@KoL

She could always pose as transfer student for masquerading reasons. Obviously she has to manage her dojo as well.

Royal Rumble!

Fun Stuff!

Celestine & Andras

Dance of Death by Chocolate

@Crowvette

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Tic, tac. The rusty clock of the reading room kept droning as seconds passed by. Some people would be unnerved by it. Celestine was in the unfortunate case that it was boring him to tears, even as he read around the well-preserved but in equal parts cumbersome and intimidating “demonic” Grimoire. Obviously it wasn’t a real grimoire, but It never hurt to expand one’s knowledge. Specially to mess with people’s minds. Nevertheless, this was a refreshing entertainment, seeing how the human psyche covered with vivid imagination and ethereal connections the yawning gap of the abyss of human ignorance.

It was fairly hot and dry too. Luckily, he had brought his female clothes skirt set. He would have donned the mask as well, but public faces did not like masked individuals. Well with all the make-up and grooming, his true gender and most of his identity were still largely unknown.

“I wonder if there will be an Adults Only section” He mused to himself as he looked around. Well, this kind of solace was good once in a while. But it was boring to tears.

Andras paged through a few paperbacks she had stacked next to her. Sitting in a corner of the library farthest away from the windows, she enjoyed a respite from the strange household she had been staying in for the past few weeks. Most of the books were almost brand new, straight from the “New Arrivals” section at the front of the library.

Andras normally waited for William in the library, as he needed to oversee her draws from the Root. But this time was for Andras’s own sake. Being an only child, she was very unequipped to deal with younger kids - especially Meredith’s sister. Some quiet was necessary to keep Andras’s sanity in check, lest the magical power sealed within her eye breaks out and wreaks havoc on the world around her.

‘Or something like that.’ Andras sighed to herself, stretching her arms. ‘These books seem promising enough.’ She stood up, taking an armful of novels with her. She walked past the reading room, briefly glancing at the clock to check the time.

‘Wait. What was that…?’ Andras stopped in her tracks, and walked back to the room’s entrance. Beneath the clock, Andras recognized a familiar book. ‘T-That’s the grimoire! I’ve read that at least five times! I’ve never seen anyone else even pick it up.’ A girl was reading it. Actually reading it.

Hiding in the doorway, Andras peeked her head and stared at the girl. ‘I-Is she really a girl? I’ve learned that demons can be anywhere.’ Narrowing her eye, she tried to find a hint of demonic aura from the reader.

Celestine for his part, just stretched on his chair, and kept stretching, and stretching even further. His body was now taking a curved shape, balanced on the back of his chair. Eventually, his head went from a normal position to an upside down stare on the people at his back. He sometimes enjoyed stretching to his fullest, such flexibility which he once had cultivated to follow his mother’s steps at some point…

It was then when his eyes met with Andras cross-eyed stare. The nigh infallible memories of his brain showed that he had once met this person before. On a certain scuffle, with a sports car. Also an idiot half-demon. Vernon. Some roadkill bait and a spiky dude. And there was this girl, a… self called magician. But it looked certainly endearing in her antics, even to a black hearted rogue-slash-transvestite like him.

He just smiled at her, and waved her hand in a greeting. Well, no point in avoiding it once their stares had met.

Andras quickly ducked around the corner. Not only had the mysterious reader saw her, she even waved. ‘Oh no. What do I do?! I was staring at her the entire time!’ Trying to cover her face, she ended up dropping the books in her arms.

Andras flushed red as she saw a few heads turn from the commotion. She mumbled something like an apology to nobody in particular as she tried to pick up her books without melting from embarrassment.

Something scratched in the back of Celestine’s mind. A memory of long ago. Yes. Long ago, he had been that kind of person had he been? Awkward and shy. The days long past would never return, but that girl piqued his interest even more. Composing himself back on his chair, he picked the cumbersome heavy grimoire in one hand and with the grace of a smug cat began to walk towards the girl, his steps elegant like the finest catwalks of Rhea. He approached her, as he deposited the book in one of the many tables that were fit for returning purposes.

“Need a hand, little library fey?” He said in a low, cooing voice.

‘F-Fey!’ Andras gasped both in surprise and at the choice of words used. ‘She’s… She’s…”

Andras laughed quietly to herself, setting her books down. “Fufu. Not Fey. Demon.”
She quickly turned, standing up. She held up her hand, showing a pentagram tattooed on her skin.

It wasn’t a real tattoo, of course. Andras had cast it as an enchantment on herself, and the card had manifested as the pentagram. But of course, Andras was primarily concerned with how cool it looked. To her, the enhancement to her strength was almost secondary.

Celestine looked at the pentagram, as his eyes twitched briefly. ‘Can’t believe this airhead! Showing off magic in a place like this! So… innocent.’ He added, before cupping her hand in his, and hiding the mark from sight. “Oh, a dark ...one. One must pay respects to those who dwell in your fare... “ The transvestite answered. “Alas, no true occult knowledge in a proper library.” He added, his hands still clasping the tattooed hand with care.

“I suppose that makes me the library fey…” He japed, noticing how that woman was slightly taller than him. Well, not that was much of an accomplishment but still…

Andras let out a squeak of surprise when the mysterious reader took her hand. She wasn’t prepared for something like that, and it totally broke her cool aura. Flushing once again with embarrassment, she averted her gaze. “E-Even so… What were you doing with that book?” She paused, then added quietly, “Did you like it?”

“T’was a fleeting interest.” He interjected as he continued to hold Andras hand. “Real...demonology isn’t found in the chronicles that a drunk priest related to a shady troubadour which then were extracted by torture several centuries ago, but it...made me appreciate what little do we know.”

‘And how dull some days are’ He added as a matter of fact, his eyes darting towards the pentagram, which he then leant and kissed, a small silent curtsy accompanying it. “I am more interested...in the real thing. You may call me Sky, and forgive me being so bold…”

She added, as she let go of her hand. “Something tells me you’re certainly unique…”

Andras recoiled her hand. She had not been kissed on her hand ever, and her mind was very intent on reminding her of that fact. ‘W-What’s with this person?!’ Andras couldn’t help but think. ‘You can’t j-just kiss magic symbols!’

“W-Well. I-I…” Andras stuttered, trying to think of something to say. “Um. I-I’ve got to check these books out…” As she gave her excuse to bail, she stepped back, hitting her pile of books, and stumbling.

Celestine shot his arms forward, one of them wrapping Andras around her waist very much like a ballet pose. ‘ Too much stimulation, huh’. Celestine decided to pass towards plan b, and activating his body control allowed his face to blush beet red as he averted his gaze from Andras…”W-watch-out.” He even stuttered. “I-i’m so-sorry. I just t-tried to pl-play cool.” He let in an ungraceful manner, as he put his acting skills to test.

“It’s alright!” Andras blurted out. “You were cool. I-I was the one who didn’t have anything cool to add…”

‘Stop digging your grave here!’ Andras’s mind echoed. ‘You’re looking like a dork!’

Andras was reminded slightly of Vera’s dancing escapade, with the way Sky was holding her. Though Sky definitely was more graceful about it. At the same time, she wasn’t letting go of Andras…

“W-Well!” Andras spoke out suddenly and awkwardly. “I have to check these out!” She pushed gently against Sky’s chest to get out of the hold she had Andras in. For a moment, Andras felt that she may have a kindred sister, as she pushed on Sky’s chest - or lack thereof.

For a split second, Celestine stood still, like an automaton, as he gently let Andras go. Then he remembered he had to blush. Well, shy types required different strategies after all. No sooner she had left his grip he started stuttering.

“I-I-I-Icecream after this? I cou-could use one. I can p-pay.” He lowered his voice as he looked at his boots. “-tastesbetterwhenethere’stwoofus.” He half muttered.

“You’d pay?!” Andras was taken aback. Though Sky was a stranger, Andras was never one to turn down free food. “I’ll be in your care, then!” Andras laughed a little, as she checked out the pile of books.

“oh?” Celestine said. “Oh!”. He repeated, his stutter vanishing, as he made a fake effort to clear his throat. “Fine then, An offering of chocolate for my new…friend.” He said, gaining impetus as he took some of Andras books to carry as well. “Let me help with it... “ He added, as he resumed his proud catwalk once more, this time guiding Andras.

“...Actually, there’s a little thing I need to mention.” He gestured to his purse, as he caught it when he was trying to reach the door.

“What’s that?” Andras said, her interest piqued.

‘Is it more food?’ She couldn’t help but think.

Celestine was by the door, as he reached for the contents of his purse. A white porcelain mask glistened in the obscured doorframe, which then neatly slid into his head. “This is the second time we meet, Dark Lady of Despair.” Celestine said, this time putting the same level of gravity to his female voice as he had done when they had first met. He then realized he was missing something.

“Fufufu. Nailed it.”

There. That was more like it.

Andras was torn between shock and awe. “Sky, you’re the Fallen One?! The mysterious girl from before…”

‘She’s a dangerous person!’ Andras thought. ‘But… Maybe I can learn more about what she wants if I keep with her. I can defend myself if things get out of hand.’

“What is it that you want?” Andras asked intently.

“Have you ever wondered...why people gently set aside flowers instead of stomping on them?” Celestine said, in his Fallen One persona. “Because they’re striking, of a fleeting beauty.” He paused. “You struck me as someone who doesn’t let a sea of mediocrity and boredom dictate their lives. And you’re more alike than me than you think.” He began to walk.

“Ice cream, and talk about some more. And that’s it. No strings attached. “ He sighed as he kept carrying the books.

“I’ll take your offer, then.” Andras replied cooly. On the inside, however, she was a little flattered by the Fallen One’s comments. Not that she would intentionally show it, to someone who had fought her friends before. “Where shall we go…?”

“Well… I guess i should do a little magic on my own.” The Fallen One said, as he flipped his hand, and in a sleight of hand produced a Gold Credit card. It had been the first trick his loser dad had taught him… the memories. “Now that you know this little secret, I will have you...drown.”

He pointed at the most luxurious ice cream shop he had ever seen. “In chocolate, that is. Or vanilla. I don’t discrimate.” He tilted his head, looking at Andras.

Andras let out a prideful huff. “Just chocolate or vanilla? How mundane. Drowning like that would only be painful due to the lack of variety.” She stepped into the shop.

‘I know I’m not supposed to take advantage of other people when they’re paying for me, but... ‘ Andras licked her lips as she looked over the selection.

“...Mundane? Well let me show you something that skirts the definition of it.” He didn’t hesitate as they sat down. “ A single Mojito cream for me, and a Boatload for the lady.” He added, pointing at the biggest, most expensive ice cream of the menu.

Minutes later, an employee hefted an extra-large oversized wafer full of scoops of all shapes and flavours, and had placed a tiny captain cardboard hat on Andras, while the Fallen one elegantly savoured his Mojito ice cream.

Andras had made a sizeable dent in the giant ice cream order before she gave up. “Guh. I feel like… Ugh.” Her captain hat slid off of her head, dropping onto the table. She stretched her arms, feeling like her stomach was going to burst. Despite her warm hoodie, she felt cold. “I see. Your plan was to destroy me from within. Bravo.” She rested her head against the table, sighing, and crossing her arms to try and feel a little more warm. “What’s the next step of your plan?”

Celestine chuckled as he stretched in his chair like an overgrown cat. “Death by chocolate successful. Now all i need is to bring the Dark lady of Despair from the Frozen Hel of Dairy Indigestion with my mighty ultimate technique.” He added, amusing himself, as he stood up and drew closer to andras.

“The mighty Stomach-Churning Palm of Life.” He added, hamming it up a little, before he added in a whispering tone. “Tummy rubs.” He declared as he skillfully tried to alleviate the poor girl’s conundrum.

“T-That doesn’t make sense! I’ll be fine on my own…” Andras groaned. She was embarrassed, of course, but she couldn’t deny that some help wouldn’t hurt. “I-Is this all you wanted from me?” Andras said, trying to change the subject. “I had figured that, well. You had some ulterior motive to bringing me here.”

“Like, you know, kidnapping you cause you’re part of a half-assed plot of resurrecting a long lost love of someone?” Celestine added, without missing a heartbeat as he cradled Andras from behind and in a caring manner begin to alleviate the poor girl. “Forget that. I was just trying to cover for a junior.” He whispered into her ear. “Which is an idiot.”

He paused. “My real motive is that you’re like me, or well, you -were- like me, at some point. I can have whims and fancies too. I am also a human surrounded by dreaded boring mediocrity.” He admitted, half in truth. Nobody could say he was now a klutz, but he once had been. And that endeared this girl to him, in a way he thought he had gone dry. Otherwise he would have never revealed his face to her, knowing she was from another faction.

Andras squirmed a little. ‘When did she get behind me like this?! I need to be more attentive.’ That being said, the Fallen One seemed to be pretty adept at helping her stomachache.

“I-It’s not half assed! William said that if we can resurrect her, then we can save a life!” Andras huffed, turning away from the Fallen One. “And… Even if I stand out to you, or remind you of yourself, I won’t let you hurt my friends.”

“Well, let me tell you a little story about S.F.G. 48 years. Died of pancreatic cancer. That man had been a fireman for most of his life. Nobody knew him. He died alone and forgotten in the hospital of an acquaintance. He could have saved many more lives...if you chose to resurrect him over her. What makes such a person valuable over him? If it’s about saving lives, others can do it aswell.” The Fallen One droned as he stood tall. “Besides there’s no guarantee that after such a on ordeal people will be the same. People’s minds and sanities are fragile flowers… just like me… just like you.”

“And you’re a flower of pure innocence in a world of darkness. I feel like I have to cradle you and enjoy your presence, but if you insist in forcing yourself in harm’s way… well, there will be a limit of what people can do.” He paused. “I promise not to attack you or your friends, tournaments notwithstanding.”

Andras pursed her lips. Why was she going with William’s plan? It was to help. Maybe the Fallen One was right about saving lives, but Andras also was doing it to help William. She looked up at the Fallen One with curiosity. “A flower of innocence… What are you saying, I’m a demon!” She insisted, half-jokingly. “Still, I’m not sure how much a Fallen One’s promise is worth.” She smiled a little. “But I’m glad that you promised anyway.”

“Very well, I shall tell you a little secret so you may trust me a bit more, perhaps.” He leant into Andras’ ears and licked his lips. “I am … not a girl. How is that for a proof of trust?” He finished, before beginning to distance himself from the Demon Lady and paying the tab. “I hope I can see you again sometime, my Demon Lady…”

The words echoed within Andras’s head. Andras wanted to scoff, but she considered how flat Sky was when she pushed on her- his chest. Not a girl. A boy. But she- wait, he was… Andras’s head hurt, and it wasn’t from the ice cream.

Andras couldn’t quite find words for a while. After some time, she eventually managed to stutter out, “W-Wh… What?!” She found herself once again confused, embarrassed, and flushing deep red. She rushed to the door, searching for him, but the Fallen One was long gone by then.

You Can Become a Hero!

F u y u m i

"Die, r*t**d"

Personal Dossier

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_Name

Asakura Fuyumi

_Age

14

_Origin

Roppongi, Tokyo

_{Physical Description}

Fuyumi is a shorter than average student, standing at only 4'9''. Despite this, she manages to look rather imposing, in no small thanks to her beautiful looks, and somewhat exotic features, such as luscious silver hair and haunting blood-red eyes, bringing her close to an albino, but actually being a byproduct of the awakening of quirks among the populace. Despite her rich doll-like idol looks, Fuyumi does pack quite compact muscles underneath the baby fat and curves. Her voice is also sweet and singsong, like that of a songbird. But that's where the cuteness ends. Fuyumi tends to dress in a delinquent, aggressive fashion, has bad postures and manners in overall, and quite a foul mouth.

_{Characterization}

Fuyumi radiates a highly prickly and cynical persona, always sizing up people and delivering verbal lashings to anyone who catches her attention. She is by self-admission a lone wolf sort of person because people are scum and are not to be trusted at all. She loves to defy expectations and more than often, the best way to make her do something is to tell her not to do it. She also likes to tug people's strings and cause mischief for her own amusement. She also can be quite ruthless when it comes to trading blows, as she considers everything fair game, and being throughout a norm. Beneath this rotten attitude, lies dormant a champion of justice, someone who will do whatever it takes to uphold the weak with all her might, and who will do the right thing just because she has to, not because of the potential reward and fame. She also has a soft spot for freaks, little children and injured animals.

_{Personal History}

To explain Fuyumi's personal History, one must trace back at both of her parents. It was like the old tales of love. A well-off citizen met with a lady of the night, and they decided to brave all hardships together. However, it did not go like the tale. After Fuyumi was conceived, her father suffered a severe mental breakdown. Unable to cope with the stress of his work and seeing how many heroes and villains clashed in the streets only for people like him to have to sort out the wounded and the dead, he snapped. And then the murder incidents began. One after the other. Quirk individuals corpses flooded the news in Roppongi. More was the shock when her father was uncovered, a seemingly mild mannered, run of the mill doctor, who had seemingly executed at least a dozen of serial killings.

When Fuyumi was born, her father was already in prison. Her mother could never marry him, and she had to take up her former job to pay the bills of the baby girl. Young Fuyumi spent her early baby years among drugs, night-life, gangsters and debauchery, up until her mother, who never gave up on her father's innocence caved in and gave her away... But by then she was old enough to remember.

Thus, her first years , little Fuyumi experienced loss and abandonment, and when the rumours reached her fellow orphanage dwellers, despite the administration efforts, she experienced rejection and bullying. A bad seed. A cursed child of a prostitute and a serial killer. Fuyumi's heart dried little by little. It also didn't help that unlike her colleagues, nobody could figure out what her quirk was, adding "quirkless trash" to the long list of insults she suffered. Others would've been destroyed and reduced to apathetic shells of themselves, but Fuyumi would not tolerate such a thing. She wanted to live, to feel alive. And she fought back with all her might and wits. It was then when she realized. Her quirk. No matter how grievous the injury, she would always bounce back.

A golden thread appeared before her, and she seized it with all her might. She used her regeneration skills to wear down her bullies one by one in a scuffle of attrition, as her newfound confidence and defiance found that her grades soared. Then, at some point, her handlers asked what she would do later in life. They advised that given her quirk, she could have a good shot at being a heroine and erase all doubts people had about her.

Fuyumi didn't want to be a hero. She didn't want to become that which had driven her father to madness. Like him, she wished to be a doctor and help alleviate people's suffering. But she had little choice. Swallowing her pride and putting her best face, she lied through her teeth, declaring that her dream in her life was to be a hero. Hook, line and sinker. She wasted no effort and aimed for the top, and her choice was Ishin Academy. She wasn't even deterred the slightest when she learnt about the hard line the institution had. It was all for the better.

_{Character Development & Conceptualization}

Well, to be fair, the character was made with the idea of a cynical person who was exposed to a lot of things that are... well, not ideal for minors, and as a result developed a rather thick coat of cynicism. She was based probably on the concept of some sort of immortal princess kind of time, like Evangeline mashed up with Wolverine.

Her development will of course show that even if the world is imperfect, and many people indeed are wicked and twisted, many others are good people when given half a chance to prove themselves. I also toy with the idea that heroics come from within rather than being taught from outside, and that sometimes, all it takes to be a hero is to be in the wrong place at the right moment.

Abilities & Talents

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_{Quirk Type}

Mutation

_{Eternal Blossom}

Eternal Blossom is simply put, super regeneration. Seems boring? Yes. Looks plain? Yes. Is it useful? HELL YES. This ability to bounce back from grievous injury and grow back body parts in minutes, leaving no blemish nor scar in the body guarantees that Fuyumi is very hard to put down, short of massive injuries like blowing her into tiny pieces or decapitation. Furthermore, her regeneration seems to have also tampered with her telomeres, granting her potential eternal life. (She has inherited her quirk from her mother, and she doesn't look past 20 in any regard). However, regeneration can be temporally spent by suffering a lot of injuries in a short period of time, and it can send her into a state of unconsciousness or death. Fuyumi, much to her chagrin, can't control her regeneration at all.

Her blood is also imbued with regenerative properties, and upon topical application or ingestion, it will quickly heal someone's elses wounds. Abuse of this miracle drug can however, lead to temporary quirk loss.

_{Other Talents & Attributes}

Peerless all rounder
Fuyumi's hostile upbringing has made it so she wouldn't neglect neither mental nor physical development and aggressively taken her to the next level. As a result, her grades are excellent on average despite her delinquent reputation, as well as she picks up new skills and talents with frightening ease, both inside and outside school. There's little she cannot learn or do if she puts her mind into it, and while many others may best her in their respective fields, few can claim that they are the same as her.
The Doctor is In
Her true calling. Fuyumi is a medical otaku, and she can deal with most injuries a student usually has. She is skilled enough to perform emergency surgeries, although this is more of a last resort kind of thing, since she obviously has no medical license or equipment. Furthermore her knowledge in anatomy gives her some leverage in fighting opponents.
Songbird
But nobody has heard her singing voice yet...
Street fighter
Fuyumi knows none of fancy schmancy moves of Karate, Jiujitsu, Sumo or Turbo XXL MMA Vale Tudo, but she has picked a mashup of dirty moves in her life, as well as knowing how to use the varied urban terrain to her advantage.

Royal Rumble!

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Celestine

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Celestine stood there, the popsicle stick making a wet sound as it landed into his chest, his eyes turned down in an indecipherably expression as he looked down. It worked as Vernon intended, the snowball hitting Cel square in the face, making him reel as part of the lower jaw and one entire side came off, revealing a reddening face as well as glossy, carmine lips, the sword seemed to clatter to the ground as Celestine let a high pitched wail.

“My face, you brute! Why did you maul my face!” He seemed to stagger backwards hunched.

However, for those who had keen battle instincts, something was terribly amiss in this display. First of all, the degree of damage that the masked figure had received seemed fairly inconsistent, and more importantly, the atmosphere around the apparently mauled schoolgirl had changed sharply. It was if a cute little bunny had grown to the size of a Leviathan and had sprouted several heads more.

“...Wow, that prickled.” Suzume commented not in a really low voice, as she let a none-too-clean grin, feeling the hair of her back stand upright.” All out… huh.”

Vernon wasn’t exactly Suzume, so all he knew was that vaguely something wasn’t right. His, less trained, instincts said he should just hurry up and punish this idiot while they were overacting. He’d call her bluff.

He squared his feet and let out a howl that dropped the temperature of the area to a chilly 10 degrees, and, more importantly, aimed to spread ice over his opponent’s feet, trapping them in place. He’d thought he’d need to do a little more to make them sit still, but if they were going to just let him do that, that was fine by him.

Celestine stood very still, blood trickling from his nose, that could’ve been written off as damage from the snow projectile. However, the real source of it was entirely different. His mind roared, thousands of millions of possibilities being addressed on all his five senses at once. And among them trails. Premonitions. Predictions. Possibilities that stacked against each other, superimposing in a multidimensional and multisensorial fog that would have driven any lesser mind mad. And possibly, Celestine himself if he sustained said power for too long. The predictions of the Laplace Demon spoke to him, and he formulated his plan…

Grabbing the popsicle remains from his chest, he raised it to his mouth, as ice crept by his feet, still unable to capture his limbs but in a matter of fractions of second, they would. Just enough force. Just enough timing. Celestine jumped in the exact moment his soles, but not his feet, were frozen, and adopted a very peculiar landing position. That of a skater. He licked the popsicle remains lasciviously, before tossing it away as he showcased his temporal increase in mobility, drawing closer to Vernon in a zigzag, like a cat playing with his prey.

Vernon wasn’t sure what he was seeing here. Just that perhaps they hadn’t been bluffing, but then again he was at a loss to say what was happening at all. His own body temperature plummeted, his skin taking on an icy sheen. If attacking wasn’t going to work, then he was ready to defend himself until he could turn the tables.

“The hell is this bitch?” he grimaced. So much for calculating the odds...

Celestine circled his opponent, his lips puckered in a pout as he saw Vernon take a defensive stance. Well kicking some sense into him would hurt now, wouldn’t it? His memory gave him the answer, as he trailed back to get his sword, and in a showy cartwheel that would make more than one cheerleader blush, the girly boy retrieved the weapon, and assumed a particular stance.

It was then when teacher Maskono’s eyes narrowed, and as in a jolt, she then began running towards the duo. That...bitch. That is one of my techniques? How dare he copy my technique for this! Scratch that! If that lands!!!?... The teacher’s face visage turned into a deep concern, as she drew her weapon once again as Celestine lunged at a breakneck pace towards Vernon.

“STOOOOOP!” Suzume Maskono yelled on top of her lungs.

A clash ensued. The Red Rain staggered backwards, as the masked opponent did so as well in a greater degree, almost losing his footing. The toned back of Suzume Maskono was all what Vernon could see, as she spread her arms in a protective gesture.

“Are you fucking crazy!? That was a lethal blow!” Suzume Maskono yelled back at Celestine, who was now more steady and picking up the scabbard of his weapon.

“...Did you not say… to go all out? I trusted in your capabilities, teacher.” The masked assailant replied, sneering as she launched the sword flipping in the air, before neatly catching it blade first with the scabbard. “Oh. My apologies.”

Red. A red prickle had appeared in Suzume’s arms.

“It seems I drew blood. My bad.” Celestine said, before neatly depositing the weapon in the floor. “Yes, too bad… you are a plucky one, Vernon. I like your taste as well. But you’re a wastrel. You could use some more training. Everyone here could use it as well.” Celestine said, as he left the ring his point being made, as two daggers were thrown in his back, courtesy of Maskono’s penetrating stare.

“YOU WILL BE IN MY OFFICE IN HALF AN HOUR!” She yelled, as Celestine threw a last glance before walking inside once again.

“Lethal!?” Vernon finally snapped back to reality as it all sunk in. ’That bitch! This won’t be the end…’ But as much as he hated to admit it, there was a gap in power there. He’d need to do something… Though, after facing off against her, he wasn’t sure what. “Something not right about her,” he muttered to himself, letting his body temperature return to something resembling normal. Something not right at all.

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Mephisto's wicked Training for the Wickedly Inclined

Prelude- Conclusion

(Open to all Mephisto Students)

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Suzume bristled, her eyes lingering a little more on the departing figure of the troublesome student. That's it, he gets the door. I am not going to be involved with him anymore. Not for even the best foot massages in the entire city. But this project we have... aaah shit. We are going to see each other frequently, won't we?. She then, to her credit, tried to rein in the situation. "Well, um, that was bit...excessive, but it proves a point. If we want to aim for the tournament, we need teamwork! Colleagues! Friends. That's why I um... I exhort you to find teammates! Two of them. Among those present or otherwise. By tomorrow. Think of this as the first training assignment for those who want to train! only teamwork is accepted!" Suzume said, as she wiped the droplet of blood from her wound.

This is going to be between hell an herding cats. For the both of us. It will be quite fun, then!

Kurai Majoko: Dark Magical Girls

@blackdragon@Polaris North@floodtalon@Rai -Forgot the mentions, my bad.