AtomicNut

Final Fantasy 7 Redone

Sorry, RL is making me cut down on certain things. Thanks for having me.

Darkest Before the Dawn: A CYOA Magical Girl Roleplay [Completed]

Reaver

@BrokenPromise

Reaver felt that blow with annoyance as he tumbled against the wall like a ragdoll. It was a better try, but still not good enough. His third eye took a notice at the attack. It was then when he frowned, as he tugged with the vines with no avail. He was scraping at his armor, trying to dodge… the blow having numbed his arms, or so it seemed. The fist colliding with him was inevitable.

And that’s what Reaver wanted that thing to think. He would put more force on the blow, and would mean its own self destruction. Reaver… was not as battle-drunk as one would seem either. Each step of the way he was analyzing, switching battle tactics on the fly. Changing. Probing. Never stopping thinking.

Abominations were known hard to deal with because they defied nature, and therefore it was extremely hard to deal with them as one did now know their weaknesses. The moment an abomination became close with reality and nature, the more mundane means could be employed. Plants had a definite structure, so did animals, even if amalgamated. Biped creatures anchored their muscles in roughly the same places. Wood was often made of longitudinal fibers alongside the direction of the growth, and since the vines were patterned all over Grosket’s fist…

It was pretty much a telltale on how to hit it. And with what. The barrier flared to life at the last possible moment, creating a wedge in the shape of an axe head, positioned carefully lengthwise across the vine growths where it was weakest. The combination of forces would surely split the arm apart as if someone had tried to punch a circular saw.

…But the frantic clawing of earlier? It was another rune painted. This time on Reaver himself. The thin membrane wobbled that ensured his oxygen supply wobbled as he set himself on fire, a painful, but effective measure to suppress any kind of vine towards him, the regeneration and sheer sturdiness keeping the fire from completely burning, however his face peeled off.

He had also entered berserker state.

“VALHALLA AWAITS!” He said, ecstatic at the self-inflicted pain, the mental reinforcerment reigning his sanity in despite the circumstances.

His sword disappeared. Now, an axe created with reinforcement was on each hand. Possibly on fire as well.

Helicopter Assault

@BrokenPromise@Ponn@Card Captor@FamishedPants

Sakura gritted her teeth, barely dodging the human cannonball of a certain magical girl. What was her fucking problem, anyway? She almost could’ve hurted her or Emily! She wanted to beat this idiot’s face in, but then again her two allies intervened.

It was true, the angry jerk wasn’t their main enemy, and Connie seemed to have it covered, for the briefest moment. The glowing discharge of souls was the straw that broke the camel’s back.

“ENOUGH WITH THIS SHIT, EMILY, BURN EVERYTHING!” She said, as she began to sprint towards the happy trigger idiot of a fellow girl, the tentacle girl known as Shoggy. She was stupid, but Umukamui had said she was reliable. Her blasts seemed to diffuse in a certain direction, where the beam was coming frown. His keen awareness senses were telling her so.

“Oi Tako-brain! Springboard!” She said as she jumped on Shoggy’s face, feet first. The amorphous magical girl seemed to understand the command. Perhaps she had not been the first magical girl to do so, and launched Sakura high into the air.

All or nothing. Sakura gritted her teeth as she pinpointed the source of said wide attack. For all she knew, this kind of cocky, overblown attack left people open. She thought, and in a moment of rush, skipped her chant.

The Justice Breaker Lance shone, splitting apart the air towards the source of the ghastly blade, the wolf’s head. It was no mere magical attack, it was killing blow. Lightning type. High piercing, and absurdly precise.

We can skip chants on Killing Blows??? Sakura thought to herself as she felt the energy drain. It was a risky gamble but at the very least it would stop that sniping jerk from being so cocky again and give her teammates a breather.

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All hands on Deck!

@Crusader Lord

Kamy twisted her lip, as the abomination made vague threats at her and descended upon the trouble. Thankfully she had been brain addled as of late, otherwise the Beacon and the Puuchus would have had more trouble containing her.

She retreated into the shadows. That was the way of the Puuchu.

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The streets, Riot

@BrokenPromise@DarkwolfX37

“Uh…thanks, whoever you are.” Dr Turned said, still flabbergasted. Had he witnessed a miracle? He did not know, but having seen that, he knew he was badly outmatched, so he made the wise decision to take his leave as the situation kept getting more and more and more entangled. He’d find out about his saviour later.

Infernalia, however kept speaking at Tetrad’s chest. “You owe me a date for this info. You see, Banshee has a soul jar somewhere, also she’s physically weak. She has an instant death move though. Now if you’ll excuse me, I will refrain from fighting them, Buttercup is nice to me and Banshee is just a sad little girl.”

Banshee wasted no time in proving Shion wrong about the effectiveness of the gun. The zombie she had just shot had only been momentarily staggered, and it flared back up to unlife, sustained by the wraith possessing it. There was a difference between a zombie and a revenant. Revenants would keep coming at you no matter in how many bits you cut them down unless you dealt with the ghost… and Banshee’s undead seemed of this latter type.

Meanwhile Buttercup had gotten up, seemingly no worse for the wear, as she redoubled the attack on Shion.

“I DON’T WANT TO DO THIS, TRULY” She bellowed, creating a Focused Assault of blows on Shion, the winged girl’s speed, agility and endurance being superior in that sense to the magically oriented girl. The damage was beginning to accumulate on Shion, as any defense she could have put in terms of close combat would be overwhelmed, despite Buttercup’s reluctance to clobber her.

Banshee reacted with disdain to the thrown card, using one of her undead as literal meatshield to parry the blow. She eyed Infernalia with a look of sadness for a split second, then of betrayal.

”I will offer your heads to Master Bulk, to pay the ferryman.” Banshee droned in a monotone, as she sent the remaining zombies to rush Tetrad. “Specially, you, transvestite traitor”. Revealing a holy symbol (or rather unholy symbol) of three interlaced moons, the spirit user then sent dozens of incorporeal vengeful wraiths, intent to cause mental and spiritual damage on her opponents.

”I uh… I need to go to see a man about a dog, see ya!” said Infernalia, obviously fleeing the battlefield after this display. ”My Glimmr is KingQueen34, get in touch, okay?” Jimmy waved at Tetrad. Those were nice boobs, but not boobs risked having one’s souls torn apart for.

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Overcity Rock Night

@Card Captor@Ariamis

The spectacle continued as they traded blows. The Star Eater Groupies, as good as they were holding the rhythm while trying to fight, weren’t quite up to the level of Alexander and Lily, being pushed back almost one-sidedly while chunks and bits got loose of said human-like constructions.

However, the lasers of Tenebra had been neglected, and peppered Lily with superficial wounds that started to bleed as she performed her attack. Not so much in Alexander’s case, having deployed a shield and leading a charge towards the stage.

It was then when chains barred their advanced, protecting the stage, coated in a dark, corrosive like reinforcement, as Amy did her part to avoid the concert from stopping.

Sadly, something else made SoulBurner stop, as the music died abruptly. If this was a vinyl recording, one could even have heard the scratch. Soulburner’s face was pale, her eyes resting on Alexander.

Indeed, in his zealous charge, the mischievous but pretty much non-hostile fairies with glowsticks had been ruthlessly smashed against the shield, stunned and then stepped on, and no less than a dozen of the tiny cute creatures laid dead at Alexander’s feet. Tiny, ghastly shrieks were heard, as the rest of the fairies flew away like frightened sparrows, leaving their glowsticks behind.

"You… what did you do… you murderer! Those were my fans! They liked my music! It’s far worse than the electric tramp screwing the rhythm with that timey blimey dubstep shitty thing”Soulburner was quivering in rage. Trashing her minions was one thing… but the tiny creatures were just naughty fairies, still delicate and gentle. And among the few denizens of the Overcity that helped to lighten the mood of the trio of magical girls.

“They’re…tough…” Said Tenebra, as she pulled a healing artifact.
"Aye… and real killers too… That’s kind of hot. But we can’t hope to match them, really.” She eyed the sorry remains of the Star eater groupies as she pulled her healing artifact too, healing the wounds of the damaged as long as their chains did not hold.

“…We should give up?” Tenebra asked. Amy looked back.

Soulburner, and duplicates tossed their instruments, this time to the Star Eater Groupies. They could do backup instruments if they were told to, as well.

"No. I will not yield to these assholes. We were a bit rowdy, what with the kid spooking and booze raiding… but defiling a concert… is a SIN! I will not allow it! Or die trying! I AM SOULBURNER!” The girl said as she, and her duplicates hefted their weapons, intent on taking things personally.

“Friends until the end, Amy?”
"Friends until the end, Tenebra.”

Both the other girls flared their powers up as well. The music restarted.

Hider

It was then when the chains once again moved, this time like serpentine things of corrosive reinforcement towards Alexander, as Amy in a display of acrobatics and swordplay chose to close the gap and try attacking Alexander’s back. Tenebra stood still for a second, eyeing Lily. She was fast. Really fast. And had time magic. Probably nearly unbeatable. But she wasn’t the only one with tricks up her sleeve.
With a huge, static sound, Tenebra blinked out of existence, space wobbling and ripping, and appearing at Lily’s back, the gravity creating a Warp that gave the illusion of teleport. And then… unleashing a barrage of powerful gravity attacks on Lily’s frail body.
“Mariette can eat my panties…hehhehe” said in a slightly creepy tone.

Meanwhile the assorted duplicates would just keep rushing either target, depending on the effectiveness of the other attacks.

Darkest Before the Dawn: A CYOA Magical Girl Roleplay [Completed]

Yamamoto's

@Card Captor@Ariamis

The sudden door slamming seemed to startle the already tense scene, making the lady of the house, Yui, to actually shake the Sake bottle violently all over the place, as the magical girl who had her daughter in her clutches stared with disbelief. First at the sake. Then at the rude interloper. Then at the barrier. Then at the sake again.

"Nooo." She said weakly, looking visiblely dejected and slumping her shoulders. Crying for the sake spilt, and the cutie being prevented from being grabbed. "The sake...so tasty..." lamented the girl, as her companion snapped at the newcomers' sudden interruption. "Oi, find your own house to liquor raid, you bling bling crossbow tramp! This is Soulburner's World Tour!"

It was the third girl, who looked at the newcomers with a raised eyebrow. "Now now, Soulburner, dear, let's not be so hasty, hm? We all are under a lot of pressure these days, we really need to wind down a li-ttle." She held up her hand high, tilting her hand at the newcomer... but not the girl, the boy. "We will leave. But because you're carrying such a handsome reinforcement user that ...radiates sun energy. And a boy... such a rarity." She added. "I'm Amy, oh gallant boy... and I don't mind grappling with you anytime..."

The first girl, still dejected at the Sake, did not make moves, and allowed mother and daughter to be safe. Still, at the last moment, she snapped her hand. "Ah, how about that!?" She said to the other two. "We don't have sake anymore, but that would be fun!" She added.

"Feck yeah! Let's do it! answered Soulburner, as the three girls in unison pulled something rather disgusting from their pockets. A metallic eye, yet organic in sheen, who stared unblinking, black haze coming out of it. It was not meant to be a bodypart of anything resembling this world.

The orbs rattled furiously, as an explosion of numbing darkness ocurred within, obscuring vision and making attacks nearly impossible. But...the assaulting ruffians did nothing. Instead, the familiar shift of the overcity pull could be felt, as the entire househould was teleported to a far stranger place.

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"Mom, I'm scared..." said Ai, still entrapped by the barrier. When the fog dissipated the eerie landscape of the Overcity was shown. But... they were not alone. Small, tiny, industrious things looked at them with mischievous eyes. Dark and rowdy faerie spirits.

The trouble trio was nowhere to be seen. The little creatures giggled, as they pulled a bunch of batons all of them at once. Except they were no batons.

They were actually glowsticks.

The tiny fairies then began a quasi hypnotic wave of movement... a pattern that was similar to idol concerts.

Soul...

...burner

Tiny whispers were heard, as a magical explosion of lights and sound happened not too far off. There, the rowdy redhead was on top of an stage. Alongside a duplicate. And then another. And then another. All of them having instruments, save one vocalist. Atop the scaffolding of the stage, the other two magical girls looked upon Alexander, Lily, and the mother-and-daughter. The latter two completely paralyzed at this series of bizarre events.
"Let's go Penrose! Soulburner is live! Party crashers can explode! WOOOO!" She said, as the instruments and the melody began.

Hider

It was then when her Spirit sorcery flared up, and all sorts of crazy things began to happen. The fairies all shrieked and howled like demented fans, and rushed to the stage, surrounding the other four people. But from the backstage, something erupted. Half spirit, half horror minion, one hundred percent pure METAL... the Star Eater Groupies invaded the stage, their dazzling and maddened dance leaving none indifferent. Their hips shook, their heads banged to the rythm, and their fists attempted to pummel Alexander and Lily with the same tempo as the maddened battery rythm.

"HIT IT, TENEBRA! Said the guitarrist, indicating the pale haired girl her cue. The slim beaty nodded, and did her fair share of spectacle. Her magical drones deployed, started to shoot multicolor magical blasts at the stage, completing the over-the-top-albeit-probably-deadly spectacle.

Final Fantasy 7 Redone

Name: Ezekiel Cross

Age: 26

Gender: Male

Race: Human

Occupation: Hunter/Climber

Appearance:

Of average height and somewhat lanky but well built complexion, Ezekiel has the typical outdoors survivalist look. He has dirt brown hair, cropped short but unkempt and hazel eyes, which are probably the only thing striking, besides the scar about his otherwise bland and slightly rounded face, tapered with a small goatee. The right side of it has an ugly burn scar that somehow spares the eye, being only mildly disfiguring (and the reason for his nickname). Other scars in arms and torso are present, evidence of a rough life.

Ezekiel usually can be seen in semi-clean very casual clothes, with baggy camouflage trousers, suspenders and a wife beater shirt...that should be white but half of the time is not, couple with fingerless gloves and worn and comfortable boots. It's actually a step down from his on-duty attire which usually includes a sturdy dragon-leather jacket and protective helmet with goggles. Harsher climates might see him don a cold-climate only coat, and hotter climates he might just do away with the jacket. He also carries a backpack with climbing apparel, such as rope and hook.

He carries his trusty rifle on his back, and he has six thigh sheathes for throwing knives.

Personality: Ezekiel... doesn't do well social finesse. Somewhat of a rough-and-tumble person, he prefers the company of beasts to people at times, and staying indoors makes him antsy. He's patient and insightful when it's not dealing with the intricate norms of society and chatting, and he rarely loses his temper, usually choosing to speak as few words as possible. Ezekiel's somber attitude does not fit one of his most striking characteristics. His utter, and complete, lack of fear. He's a complete daredevil, and even capable of dry gallows humour in the most strange circumstances.

Ezekiel... is fairly shy around the opposite gender. He has had no experience with women whatsoever, and they puzzle him a little too much. Despite his cold outlook and scary face, he's actually very sympathetic towards children, and always willing to teach urchins a couple of tricks. His empathy extends to animals, too. Ezekiel is a hunter, and he takes a life when he must, but otherwise does not engage in wantom killing, and he actually bonds rather well with chocobos and otherwise nonhostile animals. People are weirded out when he talks to them though.

Ezekiel feels profound reverence towards nature, and by extension, the Ancients (Cetra). Perhaps humans could have learnt a thing out of them before they had gone extinct.

History:

Ezekiel was born in the remote Nibelheim, a rough place besides the rather daunting Mount Nibel. A fifth generation in a line of hunters and mountain hikers, Ezekiel was taught the tricks of the trade very much like his father, and the father of his father did. Respect nature, maintain balance, do not harm for no reason. Those were lessons he took to heart from young. However this created some distancing with the kids, mostly infatuated with tales of heroes and villains, projected into the Shinra SOLDIER program. Ezekiel was one of the few ones who was not entirely enamored with them, mostly because he had witnessed how their kill parties worked when guided by his father for extremely difficult subjugations. It felt ... wrong. His father always said the reactor and those folks had perturbed the peace of the mountain.

Yet, one by one, the rest of the boys left Nibelheim... with the girls having starry eyes at them enrolling Shinra to fight in the Wutai war and beyond. Ezekiel was too busy. Less manpower meant more animals encroaching. More animals meant more predation. He soon became active in the role of suppressing Nibel wolves at the age of 16. By age 19, he was already performing the no small feat of driving off the apex predator of the Nibel Mount, the Nibel Dragons.

He even managed to strike an uneasy frienship with one of the creatures, which he called One Eye, after helping the beast nurse said eye injury for flying too close into the reactor's pipes. That same year... the boys were back from Wutai. Not all of them. But those who did had no stars in their eyes any longer. The ambient became oppressive for a time, the harsh lessons in human nature learned. Ezekiel felt constrained in Nibelheim for the first time, and wished to wanderlust for a bit. After explaining his family, they decided to let him go... but not before handing him a recommendation to head towards the Western continent, to see a certain Choco Bill.

Chocobos were a wanderer's best friend, and he'd do well to learn the skills of the trade. He did so brilliantly. Tricking Midgar Zoloms into wild goose chases was an adequate pasttime, but he yearned for more. There was one legendary location that was allegedly more harsher than Nibel itself, that his grandfather had spoken of.

The northern continent, Gaea's Cliff. It had never, ever been tamed. Ezekiel felt it was an adequate feat. And hopefully one he could brag about without having a tally count of human lives, unlike those who joined SOLDIER. Reaching Icicle Inn was easy enough, but the real challenge was the Great Glacier and Beyond. He almost lost all of his teeth trying to control the descent in a snowboard, and then there were those weird things prowling in the woods. It only got worse from there on, Gaea's Cliff was truly the edge of the world, with winds cutting like knives.

He was thankful he met a fellow climber, an old man known as Mr. Holzoff. He was a treasure trove of tips and tricks of the trade, and Ezekiel learnt a lot from this man. He only wished he would ever tell his wife back at the Icicle inn where he was. After some time training in the base, he felt confident enough to challenge the almost vertical mountain.

He was poisoned seven times due to Marlboros, then broken several bones by the fierce Blue Dragons that inhabited the cliff. He was surprised there could be something even meaner and angrier than the Nibel Dragons, but those blue lizards were in a different league. He wasn't confident that even his weapon would ever work against him, so he tried to avoid them as he could. The real surprise came a few meters about to reach the top of the cliff.

Pitch Black, on cruel wings. Cruel sneer, teeth like daggers. He had never heard there was some kind of draconic beast beyond the Blue Dragon. It made the other species look like jokes compared to him. That thing also seemed maddened by the flow of Mako that permeated Gaea's cliff, and attacked Ezekiel without warning, charring half of his face with his dark dragon breath, and tossing him off the cliff, to uncertain doom.

But Ezekiel did not give up, and swung his hook one last time, snagging and tearing the dragon's wing, and making the beast tumble in freefall as well. It should have been his end, but it was not. Ezekiel fell in several meters of soft snow, which broke his fall. The dark dragon had no such luck, his head smashed against the rocks. With the burn itching on his face, he grabbed the biggest rock he could find and finished the damn beast off.

That had been enough. He needed a break from this abandoned place. Years had passed since he had left Nibelheim, so he took to his heart to go back to heal the wounds of his soul and body. It only tore him apart. There was no sign of anyone known, despite the new faces saying they had been all this life there. Ezekiel almost went mad when he found complete strangers at his home. Had he been dead? Had he hit his head too hard in Gaea's cliff?

He took to Mount Nibel. He needed to think. It was then when he saw a familiar face. One Eye. The dragon remembered Ezekiel's scent and greeted him. Upon closer inspection there were more scars on the creature. Sword scars. No villager would ever be insane enough to come close with a sharp stick to a dragon, so those they must have been SOLDIER. That was harrowing. Ezekiel sound found other things amiss, like a cache of items on a crow's nest... that used to be his family's. His father would never have the crows stealing his prized coin collection from him.

No, it was real. And this had been replaced by a bunch of doppelgangers. Someone in Shinra would have known. So Ezekiel took his trusty items, and set forth towards the place he disliked the most... Midgar.

Weapon:
"Wolfsbane"- A heavily customized Sniper CR, rechambered for higher precision and potency and adapted to more roughhousing than the norm, being able to work smoothly in both extremely cold or extremely damp climates. A long distance sniper rifle.

Skills:

Man of the Wilds: As a fifth generation hunter, Ezekiel is extremely comfortable in the wilds, far from civilization. He's a scarily competent tracker and survivalist, and he has a special touch when it comes to handle beasts, being able to figure out the intentions of animals and monsters consistently.

Barrage: When things get hot and bothered in close quartes, Ezekiel is able to throw several knives accurately at his adversary, giving him time to put some distance between them

No Second Shot: By controlling his breath and muscle movement to the utmost maximum, Ezekiel is able to perform impressive sniper feats. If the circumstances are right, even a single bullet polykill is not off the table.

Equipment:

Throwing Knives x 6
Potion x2
Antidote x2
Compass
Hook and Rope
Harness
Canned Food
Heavy-Duty Cellphone

Mythril Armlet: Affordable, light and increases Defense.

Fairy Ring: Protection Against Blind and Poison

Materia: Cure and Chocobo Lure

LIMIT BREAK:
Gaea's Howl: After watching the fauna for so long in wild areas and having sustained chronic mako exposure, Ezekiel is able to let a "Howl" that calls beasts and monsters to fight for him in his vicinity. Effects are variable, and the more wild the environment is, the more powerful the monsters summoned.

Darkest Before the Dawn: A CYOA Magical Girl Roleplay [Completed]

Reaver

@BrokenPromise

Reaver eyed the monstrosity with a raised eyebrow, as he coughed up some blood in the ground. His thoughts raced at how himself he had given in the folly and the thirst of challenge. Well, Odin would not be complaining after all. He barely managed to duck and create a makeshift wedge watershed when the puketree decided to share his meal with Reaver… the direct way.

“That is gross.” He muttered. Not that he was one to talk about. So many things, so little time. The creature thought that during his giant Muhammad green Ali expression he’d not pay heed to the vines. No, he had paid heed to them alright. Clutching the very vines and standing low, he began to carve. To bleed. To cut. Until the chaos resembled a shape. The shape of Odin’s wisdom. The wisdom of runes.

Normally, this kind of rune would be difficult to pull. He needed direct, intimate contact, and most targets were not big enough or mobile enough to not present an easy way to undertake the endeavour. However, the abomination’s splurge on magic, revitalizing and growing vines had the side effect of blanketing the entire park in magic infused mockeries of life.

They could be consumed. They could be drained. The rune activated, stealing life from the lowly vines and giving them unto Reaver. The effects were almost immediate, as his regeneration and third eye kicked in, followed by an unquenchable thirst.

Devour.

It throbbed in Reaver’s skull. With the vines, there was a chance of corruption, as he continued to drain the massive buffet of magical lifeform energy before him. But as Nietsche said… He who fights monsters.

He stood tall, repeating once more the rune, the enchantment, as he flared up his reinforcements. Not of the body. But of the mind. One, a safeguard. A way to destroy his brain’s information should he fail. And the second… the very same trick Odin had taught him before.
How to control his berserker urges. Reaver grinned, and chuckled, in unabased glee. “You’re gonna have to try a little harder than THAT.” He said, as he readied his blade, carefully advancing as the magic of the rune would drain the very vines he was stepping on.

Helicopter Assault

@BrokenPromise@Ponn@Card Captor@FamishedPants

“That’s gonna be a small fortune in paint.” Kamy groaned, her sarcasm much more evident than when using her small animal form. She nonchalantly added, as she forcefully unsummoned the helicopter before the vines could claim it, ejecting the crew softly from the entrapment.

“Bad doggy!” said Shoggy, as she arranged her face after falling face first. Having a face that looked like a cubist painting would certainly not help in battle nor her allies. “Sappy is grumpy now, I see. Did someone steal his sap or anything?” The …dubious… magical girl said, shaking her head. “Well, doesn’t matter it right now.” She said, as she readied the cube like thing on her chest.
“Where are youuuuu… “ She sang, as she began recklessly firing darkness blasts blindly in the vicinity.

Sakura, who had managed to score a three point landing, could not help but groan. “Okay, who forgot to clean the drain, again.” She added, as she tried to sharpen her senses. “Oi, stay sharp, and try if you can pierce whatever magical shit that mutt is using.” She said to the other members of the crew, reading electricity around her body to increase her reflexes and action time. Where had that Sparky-chan and bud go? They could be useful. Kamy for her part… was gone too. Such was the way of Puchuu. Never interfere directly.

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All hands on Deck!

@Crusader Lord

And yet she boarded the pirate ship, without much flair or fanfare, her stares narrowing like pinpoints at the other horror who had decided to watch the show for shits and giggles. “You should not be there, Cthulhu. Leave the premises.” Kamy said, in an icy tone. “One of your ilk is enough.”

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The streets, Riot

@BrokenPromise@DarkwolfX37

The two cronies of the pale girl seemed to stop as the newcomers came to help, their glares full of confusion and requiring input of their so called leader. Edward’s eyes widened in surprise to see someone call his name. Wait, had he seen this girl before? He could not recall. But no words came from his voice, only pained grunts. It was then when the leader of the trio started speaking again.

“She shot one of us dead. It’s called self defense. He is the one who interfered when we were teaching that beacon sow a lesson. Not that Sarah-Mae amounted to much, but she was for better our worse our comrade.” The pale girl stated. “You are the ones who should scram, or else.” She said, her spirit magic flaring up as a flock of angry pitch black spirits circled around her. The anguished, the damned. Wraiths that were called upon the corruption of spirit specialization. “Now if you’ll excuse us, we have loose ends to finish.” The pale girl stated, as she raised two fingers. “You two, less doubting, more normie killing, chop chop!” She commanded, as the other two girls then looked at the doctor.

“Uh, on second thought, the newcomer is right. He is a stud… tee…he…” The imp-like girl said as she leaned on both Dr Turner and the newcomer, Tetrad. “It would be a real shame.” She continued. “I haven’t gotten a good stud for myself, in like, weeks. It’s unbecoming of Infernalia, the succubus herald, to make war, not love.” She eyed Dr Turner. Then Tetrad. Then what Tetrad had on display. “Oh, the woe! I wished you could sing for me, the oldest song of earth, under the comfort of a roof and the warmth of a hearth…” Infernalia said, throwing a few flirting looks at Tetrad.

The other girl, of puppy eyes, and magnificent wings… was carrying a huge flail, but she seemed to stop trying to even make a “Does that mean we don’t get to fight?...I…I…I don’t like to hurt people!” She stammered, obviously showing a great deal of nervousness in her speech.

The pale magical girl bit her lip. “SHUT YOUR TRAP, JIMMY! AND FIGHT!” The leader snarled at the so called 'Imp girl'. “AND YOU, BUTTERCUP! MOVE THAT FAT ASS AND DO AS I SAID.”

Buttercup seemed to flinch, as if some deep hidden switch was pressed into her, and then began to swing her flail, intent of fighting once more… Only to be caught off guard by the running Beacon girl, Mimi, and whacking herself in the face with her own flail. A minor, but very embarrassing injury. Although, credit where was due, she seemed to recover admirably, just being out of wind for a few moments.

“Between you and me, sexy girl…” The 'succubus herald' said to Tetrad. “Blossom needs to chill a bit. She’s not that bad deep down…well okay, she’s that bad…but she gives me free money to spend on pretty dresses!”

Blossom, for the lack of a better name, was livid, if such a thing were possible. Her fists solidly clenched as now the wraiths who danced around her were making their best impression of a solar corona. “You…let…her…go. You both…idiots. Fine! If I have to do it myself, so be it! In the name of the Moon, I, Banshee command you…”

“EEP!” Buttercup seemed to panick as she readied her flail, and then ,as if spurred by something, decided to wildly swing at Shion, apparently scared by something else. “I’M SO SORRY!” She frantically repeated the same thing over and over, almost completely out of her mind.

Banshee, or Blossom for the friends, levitated on the hands of her wraiths, as she lifted her hand.

A single word was heard.

“RISE.”

What was once dead. It began to move again. Unlife. The forbidden art. Like a puppet on a screen, the corpse of their once comrade, Sarah-Mae, sprung to action. Her eyes were vacant, her head maimed by the gunshot… yet it grinned, baring bloody teeth, and among the sounds of bone snapping and joints being forcefully yanked move again. That’s when four more corpses dropped down from the roof, each one doing a three point landing. The deceased beacon girls, now turned into puppets of their executioner.

“Welp, there she goes. Ew.” Said Infernalia. “Hey, you might want some help. Tit for tat. Whaddya say?” Infernalia smiled impishly at Tetrad.

Final Fantasy 7 Redone

Name: Ezekiel Cross

Age: 26

Gender: Male

Race: Human

Occupation: Hunter/Climber

Appearance:

Of average height and somewhat lanky but well built complexion, Ezekiel has the typical outdoors survivalist look. He has dirt brown hair, cropped short but unkempt and hazel eyes, which are probably the only thing striking, besides the scar about his otherwise bland and slightly rounded face, tapered with a small goatee. The right side of it has an ugly burn scar that somehow spares the eye, being only mildly disfiguring (and the reason for his nickname). Other scars in arms and torso are present, evidence of a rough life.

Ezekiel usually can be seen in semi-clean very casual clothes, with baggy camouflage trousers, suspenders and a wife beater shirt...that should be white but half of the time is not, couple with fingerless gloves and worn and comfortable boots. It's actually a step down from his on-duty attire which usually includes a sturdy dragon-leather jacket and protective helmet with goggles. Harsher climates might see him don a cold-climate only coat, and hotter climates he might just do away with the jacket. He also carries a backpack with climbing apparel, such as rope and hook.

He carries his trusty rifle on his back, and he has six thigh sheathes for throwing knives.

Personality: Ezekiel... doesn't do well social finesse. Somewhat of a rough-and-tumble person, he prefers the company of beasts to people at times, and staying indoors makes him antsy. He's patient and insightful when it's not dealing with the intricate norms of society and chatting, and he rarely loses his temper, usually choosing to speak as few words as possible. Ezekiel's somber attitude does not fit one of his most striking characteristics. His utter, and complete, lack of fear. He's a complete daredevil, and even capable of dry gallows humour in the most strange circumstances.

Ezekiel... is fairly shy around the opposite gender. He has had no experience with women whatsoever, and they puzzle him a little too much. Despite his cold outlook and scary face, he's actually very sympathetic towards children, and always willing to teach urchins a couple of tricks. His empathy extends to animals, too. Ezekiel is a hunter, and he takes a life when he must, but otherwise does not engage in wantom killing, and he actually bonds rather well with chocobos and otherwise nonhostile animals. People are weirded out when he talks to them though.

Ezekiel feels profound reverence towards nature, and by extension, the Ancients (Cetra). Perhaps humans could have learnt a thing out of them before they had gone extinct.

History:

Ezekiel was born in the remote Nibelheim, a rough place besides the rather daunting Mount Nibel. A fifth generation in a line of hunters and mountain hikers, Ezekiel was taught the tricks of the trade very much like his father, and the father of his father did. Respect nature, maintain balance, do not harm for no reason. Those were lessons he took to heart from young. However this created some distancing with the kids, mostly infatuated with tales of heroes and villains, projected into the Shinra SOLDIER program. Ezekiel was one of the few ones who was not entirely enamored with them, mostly because he had witnessed how their kill parties worked when guided by his father for extremely difficult subjugations. It felt ... wrong. His father always said the reactor and those folks had perturbed the peace of the mountain.

Yet, one by one, the rest of the boys left Nibelheim... with the girls having starry eyes at them enrolling Shinra to fight in the Wutai war and beyond. Ezekiel was too busy. Less manpower meant more animals encroaching. More animals meant more predation. He soon became active in the role of suppressing Nibel wolves at the age of 16. By age 19, he was already performing the no small feat of driving off the apex predator of the Nibel Mount, the Nibel Dragons.

He even managed to strike an uneasy frienship with one of the creatures, which he called One Eye, after helping the beast nurse said eye injury for flying too close into the reactor's pipes. That same year... the boys were back from Wutai. Not all of them. But those who did had no stars in their eyes any longer. The ambient became oppressive for a time, the harsh lessons in human nature learned. Ezekiel felt constrained in Nibelheim for the first time, and wished to wanderlust for a bit. After explaining his family, they decided to let him go... but not before handing him a recommendation to head towards the Western continent, to see a certain Choco Bill.

Chocobos were a wanderer's best friend, and he'd do well to learn the skills of the trade. He did so brilliantly. Tricking Midgar Zoloms into wild goose chases was an adequate pasttime, but he yearned for more. There was one legendary location that was allegedly more harsher than Nibel itself, that his grandfather had spoken of.

The northern continent, Gaea's Cliff. It had never, ever been tamed. Ezekiel felt it was an adequate feat. And hopefully one he could brag about without having a tally count of human lives, unlike those who joined SOLDIER. Reaching Icicle Inn was easy enough, but the real challenge was the Great Glacier and Beyond. He almost lost all of his teeth trying to control the descent in a snowboard, and then there were those weird things prowling in the woods. It only got worse from there on, Gaea's Cliff was truly the edge of the world, with winds cutting like knives.

He was thankful he met a fellow climber, an old man known as Mr. Holzoff. He was a treasure trove of tips and tricks of the trade, and Ezekiel learnt a lot from this man. He only wished he would ever tell his wife back at the Icicle inn where he was. After some time training in the base, he felt confident enough to challenge the almost vertical mountain.

He was poisoned seven times due to Marlboros, then broken several bones by the fierce Blue Dragons that inhabited the cliff. He was surprised there could be something even meaner and angrier than the Nibel Dragons, but those blue lizards were in a different league. He wasn't confident that even his weapon would ever work against him, so he tried to avoid them as he could. The real surprise came a few meters about to reach the top of the cliff.

Pitch Black, on cruel wings. Cruel sneer, teeth like daggers. He had never heard there was some kind of draconic beast beyond the Blue Dragon. It made the other species look like jokes compared to him. That thing also seemed maddened by the flow of Mako that permeated Gaea's cliff, and attacked Ezekiel without warning, charring half of his face with his dark dragon breath, and tossing him off the cliff, to uncertain doom.

But Ezekiel did not give up, and swung his hook one last time, snagging and tearing the dragon's wing, and making the beast tumble in freefall as well. It should have been his end, but it was not. Ezekiel fell in several meters of soft snow, which broke his fall. The dark dragon had no such luck, his head smashed against the rocks. With the burn itching on his face, he grabbed the biggest rock he could find and finished the damn beast off.

That had been enough. He needed a break from this abandoned place. Years had passed since he had left Nibelheim, so he took to his heart to go back to heal the wounds of his soul and body. It only tore him apart. There was no sign of anyone known, despite the new faces saying they had been all this life there. Ezekiel almost went mad when he found complete strangers at his home. Had he been dead? Had he hit his head too hard in Gaea's cliff?

He took to Mount Nibel. He needed to think. It was then when he saw a familiar face. One Eye. The dragon remembered Ezekiel's scent and greeted him. Upon closer inspection there were more scars on the creature. Sword scars. No villager would ever be insane enough to come close with a sharp stick to a dragon, so those they must have been SOLDIER. That was harrowing. Ezekiel sound found other things amiss, like a cache of items on a crow's nest... that used to be his family's. His father would never have the crows stealing his prized coin collection from him.

No, it was real. And this had been replaced by a bunch of doppelgangers. Someone in Shinra would have known. So Ezekiel took his trusty items, and set forth towards the place he disliked the most... Midgar.

Weapon:
"Wolfsbane"- A heavily customized Sniper CR, rechambered for higher precision and potency and adapted to more roughhousing than the norm, being able to work smoothly in both extremely cold or extremely damp climates. A long distance sniper rifle.

Skills:

Phantom Strike: Being trained in the art of stalking and hunting elusive prey, Ezekiel can figure an opponent's blind spots pretty easily and position himself as such so that his attack will come from said direction, often giving the impression he just "vanishes" in thin air before performing his attack.

Barrage: When things get hot and bothered in close quartes, Ezekiel is able to throw several knives accurately at his adversary, giving him time to put some distance between them

No Second Shot: By controlling his breath and muscle movement to the utmost maximum, Ezekiel is able to perform impressive sniper feats. If the circumstances are right, even a single bullet polykill is not off the table.

Equipment:

Throwing Knives x 6
Potion x2
Antidote x2
Compass
Hook and Rope
Harness
Canned Food
Heavy-Duty Cellphone

Mythril Armlet: Affordable, light and increases Defense.

Fairy Ring: Protection Against Blind and Poison

Materia: Cure and Chocobo Lure

LIMIT BREAK:
Gaea's Howl: After watching the fauna for so long in wild areas and having sustained chronic mako exposure, Ezekiel is able to let a "Howl" that calls beasts and monsters to fight for him in his vicinity. Effects are variable, and the more wild the environment is, the more powerful the monsters summoned.

Darkest Before the Dawn: A CYOA Magical Girl Roleplay [Completed]

Reaver

@BrokenPromise

Pain... Pain... Pain?

No...

Pleasure. Sweet pleasure. The flesh of lightning had been consumed. The anger was sated.

The mission was accomplished

Reaver stood still, twitching as the ravaging energies numbed his body and brough invigorating pain through all of his body. So drunk he was, his limbs staggered, and he could only walk as if wading through water. He had done it. Cindy... was gone. He had destroyed a person. Probably a legacy of more than one lifetime? Was it really worth it?

He did not take time to ponder, as a jolt awakened from his numbness. He felt burning, and fluid building up in his lungs. Bright red blood appeared in his mouth as a magical bullet began to forcibly shred his chest with thorns and vines. Reaver shot a last withering glare at those leaving. So close... yet so far. They were cradle, most likely. If he had anticipated this, he would have had carried a bomb to toss through the portal.

Fighters did leave, but more remained. The unstable equilibrium was giving in to more chaos. And he had to rip the goddamn bramble out of his chest. He grunted and dug his hand deep, uprooting the damn thing with all of his might and tearing a good chunk of flesh too. It was at this point that the tiny samurai had made her stance.

He crushed the damned contraption in his hands, like one crushes vermin or tears weed apart, as he clenched his teeth. And there was the scream he had heard too, amidst the summoning of a great, ugly creature. Viper. I hope you can make it. He sincerely thought, as he got his bearings. He was nearly exhausted, shutting down his regeneration for a tiny drop of mana more, and fortifying his grave wounds with reinforcement.

It was time for the curtain to fall... and yet. His eyes rested on the summoner. The dauntless girl, who was now having the whole weight of the world. Let it go, Reaver. She knew what the risks were. He tried to convince himself. But he could not. Even if it was a pretend, there was a time he would have heeded to be the knight in shining armour rescuing damsels. Such a pity... Cindy had been marked even before he could truly pledge loyalties. Still... that girl had courage. It was painfully obvious she wished to run away, and yet she could not.

His magic flared once again, his sword summoned, as he leapt through the ruined battlefield towards her. One of his arms was quickly growing cold and numb, and he was losing one of his lungs too. The sword flared up with barriers, becoming bigger and bigger. Past beyond the size of a sword. Past beyond the size of a tree. His arms and limbs flared in reinforcements.

Let's go with a bang, shall we?

He grabbed the fairy girl with his free arm, clutching her close to him one handed. "Odin... wishes for you to live, Skald." He said curtly to Faith. Well, maybe he really did? In any case, a white lie wouldn't hurt much in this case. He couldn't pretend he was an ally of Cindy when he had just killed her.

The sword rose, the barriers resplandecent. It stood tall. Taller than any tree. Rivaling buildings. "Cry, O Balmung!" Reaver snarled, feeling like doing a little of theatric. "Ash and Woe! Tis the Eve of Twilight!" He said, his blade now descending down hard in a glancing blow towards the pillar of bark and hornets, intent to scrap a good chunk of its outer matter, and then slam whoever was underneath, Reaver swinging so hard his arm going past the point of reinforcement and breaking in a couple of places.

But, he needn't a sword anymore, just an arm to carry Faith, and reinforced legs to run. If chaos was wished... he would have to obligued. And so, he took his way out of battle, having achieved what he had been tasked to, carrying a not-so-fairy girl in the swiftest legs he could muster.

---

There was no peace in Penrose city. Like the small embers of a blaze landing on dry folliage, so did the few monster and dark magical girls who had heard of the news of the uprising spread like an engulfing fire. Now, bolder than ever, their minds drunk in anarchy and vindictiveness, started their own night monster parade. For it was war, and it was liberation.

Several of those, had chosen to take a well desired break by imposing on a random family. They were in the lounge, after having broken the door.

"SAKE, MORE SAKE!" said one, giggling, as she held a young, clearly terrified girl in her arms.

"Mommy..."

But Yui Yamamoto had more things to worry about than her daughter being uncomfortable. First that fool of Sakura had to die in a car accident, and now there was a bunch of crazy cosplayers in her house, with dangerous intentions and weapons, demanding her hospitality. And it was just one week shy of getting the money needed to move out of Penrose again!

"Shake your booty more, you bitch!" said the most rowdy looking of the three. "You look like this was your kind of job!" She snarled as Yui's hand trembled as she served the bottle.
The third girl was just eyeing Ai with a wistful stare, but still did look quite deadly on her own. "Hm, mayhaps she can join our club, this little cute lady."

Ai shivered. She missed daddy. Was there no one who could help?

---

On another part of the city, but conveniently nearby, something else was happening. Doctor Edward Turner, coroner, was heading towards the loneliness of his own home, when a bloodied girl fell from a nearby rooftop in front of him.

"What the..." The jaded medical specialist muttered, only to take a couple of steps back, when a second girl dropped on top of the first one... heels first, with a weapon that would not look too off from a horror movie.

"So, Like, Get Rekt!" The girl said in sadistic glee, as she brought down her blade on the almost helpless girl. The blood, the noise. It was all real.

The gunshot was too. From the smoking barrel of a revolver in the doctor's hands. Once upon a time, Doctor Turned had bought the weapon and trained himself to shoot. When he was still married to a beatiful wife and child. Now both of those had been gone, but the training remained. A single shot hit the head of the girl, without letting her execute the fatal move, the weapon and clothes vanishing from thin air.

That was some crazy...cosplay. No. It was not cosplay. It dawned on him. It was real. His mind wasn't playing tricks.

"Stay still, missy, I will staunch the wound now." He said, as he began to perform first aid.

"Uhhh?" The girl said. "Mimi wasn't told any of this when going on patrol!" She whimpered, and struggled. "You mister need to forget! Forget about me, before the others who did in the rest of the patrol co-"

Edward Turner flew against one of the many concrete walls of the streets, his ribs fracturing, and losing all sensation of his lower body as a result of his spine being injuried too.

"How could this normie ice Sarah-Mae? Granted she was a dense one, but still!" Edward only managed to see one of the other girls, who had used some kind of unseen force to blast him into a wall."Hm, maybe...no, nevermind. Rend him apart, girls!" commanded the vicious looking girl to other two of them who had dropped off the building in unison.

Darkest Before the Dawn: A CYOA Magical Girl Roleplay [Completed]

Sakura

@Ponn@Card Captor@Ariamis@FamishedPants

Sakura was pried apart by the overzealous Lily, before she could exact the revenge on the bastard. But before the furball could do anything to explain himself, all hell broke loose. And it was as bad as Sakura was imagining. No, perhaps worse. "Motherfuckers... this was a carnage." She said. Hardened as she was due to her past life, she did not appear very shocked or rattled. No, she was beginning to feel anger. Without a second thought, sparks flew from within her. "Spark. Spark. Love of my Heart." She snarled, any cuteness or sillyness of the phrase being eroded by pervasive wrath. Her eyes rested into Alex and his quip.

"This is what happens when you give a bunch of dom dykes in training reality bending powers. They start beating the crap eachother like the brutish apes we all are." Sakura wasn't even trying to mince meat. "And before the night is over, more blood will be spilled. Now, you shitty cat. Tell. Me." She said, electricity crackling as she levelled her sight with Umukamui. "Who are we the toadies of?"

"Beacon. Be glad." Umukamui did not look fazed in the slightlest. The cuddles had certainly helped mitigate the abuse. "You will get to fight on the side of avenging Rachel's friends. And Penny." The small creature said, before tilting his head. "Actually... the park is now witnessing a class C Horror Breach."

"Wha..." Sakura said, before the small cat moved on to Emily.

"I can afford a bit of rules bending, then." The thing said, as she touched Emily with a glowing light, purging her of her drunk state. "Jonald owes me for this, operative." The small furry creature looked at Emily for a split second, then nonchanlantly ignored her as if she had been little more than dirt on someone's shoes. The alien cat now walked towards the horrid pink bike that Sakura's transport was. "This won't do." He said, as he did away with the magical transport, teleporting it out of existence.

"My bike!" Sakura was about to electrocute the bastard when a second light shone in its place. The bike had been transformed in a helicopter. Still outrageously pink. "Whait what... surely you don't mean use that as transportation. I can't fly it!"

"Negative". Umukamui said, as he himself bathed on the same kind of teleportation light a third time. What was a strange cute cat now, a woman was standing in front of them. "I will use this simulacrum body, Kamy, to perform said task." Umukamui...no...Kamy said in a voice with a quality of a contralto.

Sakura was unsure what to feel about this. She couldn't punch Umukamui into a wall anymore now that he had turned into a she that was easy on the eye. Kamy smiled, as she brought a jar from that strange teleporting storage. It seemed some kind of chunky goo with floating bits on it. Eldritch alien marmalade? Kamy then proceeded to unscrew the lid and toss the contents on the ground.

They were alive, and quickly they regained shape, in the form of a strange magical girl... with otherworldly horror-like tentacles coming from her waist.

"Shoggy Nebula, your disciplining period is over. We have an horror to beat."

"...boss?" The strange magical blonde tilted her head an absurd 90 degrees, trying to understand, before hearing the word horror and gleefully running towards the helicopter, arms wide like an aeroplane or a 5 year old who was into games too much. She was even making airplane wooom, wooom noises while at it. "Yaay punchy time." The eldritch girl said, as she took a place in the back. The magical construct begin starting on its own, powered by magic and not fuel.

Sakura was perplexed. "Wha...okay, Sakura...focus on the horror. Get into da chopper, yadda yadda." She added as she made a beeline for the transportation. Kamy, the former Umukamui, entered the cockpit and started flipping switches, getting ready for takeoff and haul the small motley crew that had been assembled outside directly onto the battlefield.

Royal Rumble!

Memento

Diana's eyes felt sticky and heavy. Her room had been a mess now, of sorrow and self-loathing. Her usual carefully groomed looks were now dishevelled, and even her very clothes had been frazzled and dishevelled. Pangs of hunger timidly remembered she had not eaten in a long time. The stalker goddess had given her wide berth. Still, the world would still move. In the end,a single death was not that much in the long dance of this world. And it's not like it had been all sunshine and rainbows.

She had even left a message for the Vigilantes, curt and dry, but informing that due to third parties, their help in taking him down would not be necessary.

Yet it hurt, it hurt so much, like someone rubs salt in a gaping wound, and then twists a chunk of ice in it until your entire body is paralyzed and numb. It was true she had left him. But she still... had feelings for him. Would she ever regain the illusion for life ever again? How many hours had passed? She pondered as she descended downstairs to solve the least important of her problems, food.

"You okay, Diddums?" said a woman leaning from her seated position, as she was reading the "Magicka Weekly." Her silver hair betrayed her kinship with Diana as she rose and walking careful steps, embraced the young witch. "My poor child, losing a friend this soon. Take as much as you need." She said, trying to comfort her daughter.

"I liked the lad. He was sharp." Diana's father came in a muffled gasp from the kitchen. "I'm sure he's in a better pl- OH CRAP!" Her father pitched in, only to be cut from the disertation by a magical explosion. And then clucking. Lots of clucking. Her father had somehow managed not to console Diana, but also turn himself into a chicken.

But no. He's probably in hell. Or oblivion. He was a bad man, dad. But still... it hurts. Diana tugged her mother's clothes and chose for a moment to fade from the world into her maternal embrace. Even the ever self-made, self-reliant Diana, at the end of the day, had been a girl with her own dreams and feelings.

The door rang just after, sparing no solace. "I suppose I have to go get the door now, since your idiot dad turned himself into an animal without opposable thumbs. Again." Diana's mother said, in the ever-so-deadpan tone Diana was also known for. "Just wait here for a moment."

It was Frank. The mailman. Probably the nicest mailman in the vicinity, and on the whole a normal individual. Except for the fact he had seen a little of everything. "Letter for Diana Graeca... Is that a chicken with a moustache? Heh." The postman handed the letter, and asked for the certified signature in that meantime. Diana's mother did so in her daughter's behalf, and her expression became sombre once again, after inspecting briefly the letter.

"Diana... it's best if you read this in intimacy. It's from him." Her mother said, as she handed the letter in Diana's hands, and then gave her daughter a hug. "Take your time to do so. It's probably the last words you will ever see of him."

"CLUCK!"

"And yes your father is... uh, I can't understand chicken, Augustus." Diana's mother frowned. "I had better turn your dad back. Just... hang in there, okay?" She said, before allowing her daughter to go to her room after giving her a generous helping of chocolate. Diana nodded, and silently steeled herself as she crawled back into her room.

The world moved on. Life continued. She opened the letter as she sat on her bed. It was handwritten. That dummy did like to show off his penmanship sometimes.

Dear Diana,

If you are reading this, it means I have failed at living. And that will be quite inconvenient. There will no chance to see your flustered face ever again. Nor more dances. There will be also a bunch of loose ends, and I hope you will be able to tie them in my stead. No, it does not involve avenging me. Whoever did me in, is probably beyond your grasp and power. It would be a waste of your cute yet amusing life.

Yet, I am a selfish man. I do not concede easily. It's a custom that the spoils of battle go to the family once we're done with this pile of absurdities that is known to life... but I do not want that woman to ever touch a single sip of my success. She has more than I ever did, and she never made anything to earn it.

If there's one person in this whole world that deserves it, it is you. I have met many people, many faces. I've witnessed many dreams and selfish desires. I have laughed at them. I have destroyed. I have encouraged. Yet, for all their colorful radiance, they were just bland. Without flavour, shape, colour. I was never able to connect with any of them, much less appreciate them. But you, you were different. If this wretched mind of mine could love, you would have been the first person in my mind. I used you. I know I did.

But that's because I trusted you.

Hence, if I cannot bring this ugly world to its knees, I shall make do with you. All that belonged to me, my material assets, so to speak are now yours. Use them as you see fit. Shine. Shine for me, Diana Graeca. Prove me wrong. Prove all of them wrong. Break mediocrity in pieces, and tear the machinations asunder. There will be times you will buckle down under pressure. You will be broken apart every single time.

At that moment, remember it. Remember these brilliant years of your youth. And how you made the most wretched sociopathic creature of Rhea... ponder the notion of Love. That's how special you are. Live for me the life I could not.

From Hell,

Celestine Lightbringer.

PS: Look after a couple of dummies for me, will you? They're not that hard to deal with. Dmitry and Bak are nice.

Diana clutched the letter, crumpling under her daintly hands, the tears surging back as she crumpled the letter and grasped the keys within to Cel's former belongings.

"Always a showoff until the end, you dummy." Diana whispered to herself, as she stood straight, and wiped her tears with her sleeve. "...first stop, Mephisto's. Can't do anything about Dmitry I am afraid..."

Darkest Before the Dawn: A CYOA Magical Girl Roleplay [Completed]

Reaver

The beast that had become roared, upon finding himself blocked by his target's retainers, and stupidly reeled and exchanged blows with the newfound opponents. That roused the thing, and it even managed to activate a reinforcement upon his body and his own Third Eye as a reflex response's to Jenna's, blocking and agressively, but single mindedly trying to futilely drive Jenna out of the way.

Then... the Cardinal was shanked. And a bomb was dropped upon Cindy. It was then when the whirlwind of bloodlust and rage subsummed, as if there was something else in Reaver's mind. It planted new thoughts, new directives on the moronic beast. Heal. Protect. Cindy. The thoughts were imposing and crystal clear, so the beast reeled, and relented, instead charging a healing spell, his blade vanishing, and rushing his way past the poisoned people to aid her highness.

"CiNdYyyy" It wailed in a soft whisper, a ghastly voice as he slammed the healing spell both on himself and Cindy, and set up a barrier around the two. The rage kept subsuming, as more coherent thoughts began to arise..."...I'M...sOrRy..." The beast moaned, as he kept the barrier up, the healing effect beginning to appear. He truly was sorry about this.

And yet...

All rage subsumed, as if the mahout with a steel hand steering the rampaging elephant was revealed, Reaver's mind was whole once again, but the transformation did not fade at all. His barrier shimmered in intensity as it strenghtened. "...nothing personal. Just business." Reaver said in a whisper, as his fist clenched and tightened the barrier around the two...

...to only one person's width, crushing the gaseous form of Cindy with his own body, being the most solid of the two beings. Stabbing would do no great to a gaseous being.

---

@Ariamis

"Smoke screen." Umukamui said without batting an eyelid. "In these cases, I normally check on every agent for something out of place. You have eyes in all the city, use them, Inquisitor." Umukamui stated, as he vanished once more, no doubt sated that his charge had been extracted.

Sakura

@Ponn@Card Captor@Ariamis@FamishedPants

"I'm n...no toy! Quit it!" Sakura, overtaken by the situation, acted more like an 10 year old that she would herself admit, being manhandled like an overpriced, oversized plush. Still the impromtu rescue team was allowed to flee... and even the pigs who had come to the scene had let them go. That was really, really suspicious.

Lily was being Lily, Emily still drunk, but Sakura was about to snarl. Pity her body interpreted it as a puffed cheek pout as she tried to flail herself out of Connie's grasp. Not that it was entirely uncomfortable. Connie was the girl who was packing more firepower of all those she had met. In other circumstances she'd be more pliable. But the eyesore materialized in front of them. Umukamui.

Sakura was no genius, but even she could piece stuff like this. "You did something, didn't you"

"Correct." The tiny creature stated, his tail wagging. "An alliance. They help me... I help them in their endeavour with my agents. I am also responsible for recruiting neutrals to the cause."

"YOU SOLD ME TO THE POPOS?" Sakura yelled, but her otherwise thunderous growl had been reduced to angry loli noises post transformation, and less than intimidating as such. With all of her might, she began to shake the small creature like one shakes an unopened peanut bag.

"Y---y---yo wewewre-- sa-asaaaaa--ve-ved!" He said. "Bbebebe---Ggragratete-ful!" He said, unable to formulate a coherent sentence being manhandled like this.