BrokenPromise

What attracts you about an interest check?

An interest check, 1x1 or group, should have the same goal: to convey necessary information to all interested parties. The information that is necessary differs a bit however. In a group RP, I want to know what kind of adventure we're going on so that I can make my character. with 1x1, I want to know if the topic creator and I are going to be a good fit. Sadly, that's a difficult thing to really advertise, so I end up looking for reasonable people who share some of my interests.

I don't have a very strong opinion about most of what's been said, But I would like to talk about topic tiles. It's the first thing you see and determines if someone clicks on your thread. There's nothing wrong with naming your thread "TrumpetGirl5345's box of wonders" or "Desperato's adventure search" or even "M looking for F (18+)" But you look like the other 98% of interest checks when you do this. If you have a common theme with all of your plot ideas, put that in your title. I'd be more likely to click on "Adventures in the wild west," "Lookin' to start a rock band," or even "Lesbian Zombie Hooker Nightmare" than the see of generic titles.

Beyond the Looking Glass: A CYOA Magical Girl Roleplay [Completed]

T H E R E IS A L O T O F P E O P L E Y O

 
There was little to set up for the volleyball game. “Larry Lifeguard” hammered a few stakes into the ground, strung a net across them, and threw a Volleyball to Regina as soon as she neared. He looked strangely like Dan the dolphin, but nobody paid him any mind. "This is so exciting!" Regina eyed the ball intensely.

”One game.” Su repeated. ”How did you want to do this anyway?”
 
"We can just toss the ball back and forth until everyone shows up." She ran to one side of the net. "Have you ever played volleyball before?"
 
”It’s been a while.”
 
"Alright, I’ll go easy on you then." Regina prepared to serve the ball, only to have a huge gust of wind catch it and blow it back into her face. "Blah!" She managed to catch the ball with her hands before it touched the ground.
 
”Holding the ball like that is a foul.”
 
"Maybe wait for a few real rounds before bringing magic into it?" Regina pouted.
 
”Alright.” This time, Regina was able to successfully get the ball across the net. They continued to pass the ball back and forth. ”By the way, how did you hear my name?”
 
"Huh?" Regina raised an eyebrow, but grinned before popping the ball back over to Su.
 
”I don’t think you heard it during the graveyard fight. I want to know where you heard my name.” 
 
"Oh, right!" Regina chuckled. "Mika told me!" 
 
Su caught the ball on her knee and flung it straight up. ”You met Mika?” 
 
"Like duh! Who hasn’t?" Regina’s eyes were glued to the ball. "She’s rather talkative. We bumped into each other at the pit stop." Su jumped into the air and gave the ball a soft tap, just enough to go over the net. A low power play like that was unexpected, so Regina had to run to the net to get it. "Why doesn’t a hotel manager just eat a continental breakfast anyway? I’d think that would be better than sending someone to get you food every morning." Regina had to slide through the sand in order to get under the ball in time. She managed to buy herself just enough time to stand up and whack it over the net.
 
”Hmm.” Su caught the ball with her hands. She hadn’t thought about it much, but perhaps sending out Mika every morning wasn’t the best thing to do. Veronica hadn’t tried to stay in touch with her these days. That was just as well, because Su had little desire to affiliate herself with the Mint. It was probably safer for Mika to stay in.

"That’s a foul, by the way." 
 
It was hard to think and play a game like Volleyball at the same time. It demanded a lot of focus and fast movement, especially if you were serious about scoring. Su decided It would be best to think about this later and focus on the game for now, even if it was with an opponent she didn’t care to be with. ”Do you think warming up too much is cheating?” 
 
"Nah, that’s one of the perks to arriving early. You serve this time."

Lily arrived with great gusto from a distance, though she seemed to be moving strangely slow. In fact, she had purposely slowed herself down with Time magic, running with her elbows lifted.

When she arrived a few minutes later, she whisked her short hair in slow-mo, posing with her hand on her hip. “Hi everyone. Wasn’t I just like Pamela Anderson from Baywatch with my cool entrance?” She asked, only to realize she made an incredibly outdated reference that no girl present would likely recognize, and bit her lip in embarrassment. “So, uhh, how will we form teams? I can play in any team, so...please don’t...” She looked like she was about to say something, but averted her eyes and put the tips of her index fingers together.

Regina raised here eyebrows. "Well, we’re uneven at the moment, but you can’t really play volleyball with just two people. Until we get another person maybe we can just play a few casual rounds? Loser rotates out or something like that?" Regina turned to look at Su, who was covering her face with her hand. "You okay?"

Su lowered her hand and looked at Lily with a faint smile. ”If you were blond and wearing a leotard it would have been perfect.” She looked away, her smile faded instantly. ”At this point, I think we should just wait for someone else to show up.”

Just as Su suggested waiting for another person, Chloe landed right next to her, a small cloud of sand being kicked up from her wings. She hadn't seen her since the graveyard, but now seemed as good of time as any to have a bit of fun. Besides, getting her to let her guard down would be a good idea. “Su, right? You guys need an extra for Volleyball, I think I'm feeling sober enough now.”

The oriental magical girl raised an eyebrow. ”You know my name?” Shortly after speaking, both of Su’s eyebrows jumped up. ”Oh! Um, Chloe, from a few weeks ago? Right, I didn’t notice you in that-”

Helga dove out from the sea, leaping out like a dolphin and making a gymnast’s landing. “Enough talk, let’s play ball!”

"Oh boy!" Regina jumped and clapped her hands together.  "We got two more people! And one of them isn’t fully sober! Haha!"

”The teams would still be uneven if everyone played though.”  Su put her hands on her hips, keeping the ball in the crook of her arm. ”Well, maybe we should get a game started. We can rotate players.”

Regina nodded. "Okay! Let’s draft our teams then!" Regina rubbed her hands together. "You can pick first, since you decided to come with me."

Su looked at the people she could pick from. Her eyes hovered over Helga momentarily before jumping onto Chloe. ”I’ll have Chloe on my team.”

You sure?" Regina said with a giggle. "I’m going to pick Helga if you don’t." 

Su looked at Regina out of the corner of her eye. ”You said I get to choose for my team, right?”

Yeesh! Whatever!" She waved Helga over. "Come on, we gotta school these fools."

Helga lifted an eyebrow at the fact Su chose Chloe over her first, and crossed her arms, having averted her eyes, looking annoyed. “Sure.” She didn’t recognize the girl who invited her, but that didn’t matter; volleyball was volleyball. “You made a serious mistake not choosing me, Su!” She announced, and took her position, her posture ready for action. “Let’s go!”

“Heh, I'm surprised you picked me.” Chloe grinned. “It's been awhile, Su. Got busy with work so I kinda haven't been able to keep that promise for our date, heh, but lets play this volleyball game annnnd maybe I could be convinced to treat ya to something.”

Su coughed. ”We did make arrangements for something like that, didn’t we? ” In truth, Su had mostly forgotten about her encounter with Chloe. She remembered wanting to get close to Penny so that she could get her boat back, but forgot exactly what she told Chloe to help set that up. ”We’ll see.”

“Oh, hey!” a soft voice called out as Emily approached the group. She almost seemed out of breath, as if she had ran over. “Do you guys still have room? I’d love to play with you all, if that’s okay.” 

Regina hopped over to Emily’s side. ”We have so much room! We’re still about six people short of a competitive match, but we’d love to have you play with us! Then there wouldn’t be any bench warmers."

”Emily, is that your name?” Su eyed the girl before looking at Regina. ”Mind if she plays on my team?”

”Only because you let me have Helga!" With a wave, Regina stepped back over to her side of the net. ”I’m kidding! Emily and Lily are both super sweet, so I’m glad we get to share them."

“Hi Emily!” Lily waved at the girl. “I’m Lily. Good to see you. Our names kind of match.” 

Regina folded her arms. ”Everyone in positions? Good! We’re all magical girls, so I’m expecting this game to get a little magical. Hopefully we can play a few rounds without getting too crazy though okay? Everyone familiar with the rules?"

Su hovered the ball in her hand with wind magic. ”I wouldn’t mind a refresher.”

”Cool! Alright, so basic rules are this: One side serves, other side returns, and you repeat until there’s a foul. The team that doesn’t foul gets a point. There are a lot of ways to foul, but the primary ones to keep in mind is letting the ball hit the ground on your side of the net, hitting the ball out of bounds, hitting the ball when it’s not on your side of the net, hitting the ball consecutively after the serving shot, having one team hit the ball more than three times consecutively, there are a few more but those are the big ones." Regina took a moment to catch her breath before going on. ”Oh! And something else to keep in mind is that ‘hitting’ the ball and ‘blocking’ the ball aren’t the same thing. So if you block the ball with your arm, that doesn’t count as a hit. Just remember anything that causes the ball to ‘rest’ is a foul, so don’t catch or grab the ball unless you’re getting ready to serve. Now magic…" Regina giggled. ”Normal rules don’t account for magic, but I’m going to say that regardless of what you do, anything you do to influence the ball should count as a hit, meaning hitting the ball yourself after using a spell to influence it or vica versa is a foul. Using magic on the opposite side of the net is a foul, and that includes any enchantments you might try to put on the ball. And of course, anything that damages the ball counts as a foul." She looked at everyone. ”How does that sound?"

”Sounds good to me. Everyone ready?” Su tossed the ball into the air smacked it with the base of her palm. With a satisfying pop, it flew over the net towards Regina’s team.

“U-Uuuhhh...Ah! ”The ball came in Lily’s direction, but the nervous girl fumbled at the last second, and tripped, only barely hitting the ball before it hit the sand. “Sorry, I haven’t played this before,” she admitted, and Helga came over to grab the ball. “That’s okay, I haven’t either. We can learn together.” She stuck her finger out at first, measuring the direction of the wind, before she let the ball lift with her clasped-together fists, easily sending it to the other side. “So you’re Chloe from the graveyard brawl, right?” She asked in the middle of play, easily hitting the ball as it came over. “I could recognize that naughty tone of voice from anywhere, hah. Really cute swimsuit, too,” she added with a wink.

“Heh, glad I left an impression.” Chloe smirked. Naughty tone of voice, huh? She'd take that as a compliment. As the ball came her way, the DMG quickly intercepted, keeping her wings out to easily cover the ground needed. She balled her fists together, hitting the ball and sending it sailing back over to the other side of the net. “You don't look half bad yourself. If I wasn't already planning on taking Su out, I'd ask you for one.”

”Speaking of take out, I’ll take out your entire team with THIS!" Regina dove into the air and spiked the ball as soon as it came over to her side. She laughed like an imp the entire time she was moving. 

“Not so fast!” Emily spotted the impending spike and dove for it, accelerated by her own flame magic. The result had her looking almost like a misfired rocket, lodging part of her arm into the sand. She did, however, manage to knock the ball up, hopefully in a position someone could capitalize on. “Ow, I think I got a bit too excited there…” 

”Just a little.” Su extended an arm and helped Emily to her feet again. ”That was still an impressive play. We might need you to do that again.” Though Su didn’t appear to be paying much attention to the ball, a sudden gust of wind came and blew the ball just hard enough to get it over the net.

Of course, Helga instantly recognized the swirls in the air. “There!” She held her hand out, and a rumble of bass sounded from her palm, sending the ball out. “Now you’re the naughty one, Su!” Su’s eyebrow twitched at the remark. 

Lily hoped around on their side of the net, now better used to moving on the sand, and successfully hit the ball back. “So who are you? Are you one of Beacon’s new recruits?” Lily asked Regina.

Not letting the ball out of her sights, Chloe quickly intercepted it. Well, sort of. A purple colored specter formed in the balls path.

“Hey, catch this!” With a skeletal hand, the spirit spiked the ball, right towards Regina side of the court. Now, how to go about this...maybe a good shock would do? Or just exhausting her? Hm, decisions decisions.

”With pleasure!" Regina’s body seemed to surge with energy. The ball was moving pretty fast, but it seemed to slow when Regina approached. She had just enough time . to hop and block the ball with the side of her arm. Then the volleyball catapulted away, like gravity was radiating outward from Regina. A bit too far it seemed. ”Oh, uh, yea, that’s out of bounds." She giggled. ”I’ll get that." It just took Regina a few seconds to get the ball and return. ”But to answer your question Lily, I am Regina Bates! And yes, I am with Beacon now. That fight at the graveyard and Beacon’s efforts to purify me really showed me the error of my ways ." She spun the ball in her hands before passing it to Emily. ”I think I saw all of you there, except for you, Emily! But you must have been there, right?"

Emily caught the ball, drawing in a long breath and taking a few steps back from the court. “Yeah, I was there.” she answered, tossing the high and forwards into the air. Perhaps a bit too high. Nevertheless, she continued. “But I was-” she took three quick steps forward and leapt into the air to meet the ball, “-occupied-” her hand smacked the ball hard, rocketing it towards the other side. “-with pumpkins and spiders, for the majority of the event.” she gracefully landed afterwards. “That reminds me, wasn’t there some girl claiming to own the city now?”

“It was Cindy; she’s over there at the cafe,” Lily pointed, only to gasp and with lightning speed make a last-second block on the other side of the field, lifting it up for Helga to make a spike. “Watch this!” She vibrated her fist to extreme frequency, and hit the ball with enough force to make it wobble back and forth, making it very difficult to predict the sphere’s movement.

The volleyball wizzed over Su’s shoulder and smacked into the ground, throwing sand in all directions. She dusted the sand off of her legs before reaching for the ball. ”I’m pretty sure you don’t get to own a city just by saying ‘this is all mine’ on the radio. Or was it TV?” Su floated into the air and tossed the ball to Regina. ” I don’t think anyone can control Penrose. Her insisting on being some kind of leader is just going to create more conflicts.”

Regina turned the ball over in her hand. ”I agree! I wish we could all just get along." The ball was shaking, despite her attempts to hold onto it. ”But if she wants to help curb the chaos, I’m all for her appointing herself mayor." She released the ball, and it catapulted towards Chloe. It wasn’t going to go out of bounds this time.

“Right?” Chloe agreed. “Us magical girls need to stick together.” She was vaguely aware of this Cindy person, just another person who would probably get in her way. Chloe tried to keep up with the balls erratic movements, placing both her hands together, she gave it a powerful slam right back in Regina’s direction.

Regina didn’t have much time to set up before Chloe fired the ball back in her direction. She let out a small yelp before batting the ball with the back of her hand. ” You’re working me pretty Chloe.” Regina giggled. ”I can’t decide if you like watching me move or you think I’m the weakest player.”

“Personally, I don’t care if Cindy does want to own Penrose, but if she touches my home I’m sending her back from where she came from,” Helga commented, and looked in the cafe’s direction. “But I am getting parched. You girls want to get a few drinks after this? Losers pay!”

Lily on the other hand looked apologetic. “Sorry, but I already agreed to do something else right after this. You girls can have fun.”

Emily, presumably engaged with the conversation, nearly missed the ball in its entirety. “Woah!” she stumbled as she tumbled, sloppily hitting the ball high into the air, where it would then fall back on the same side. “Uwa... um, I’d love to hang out more if you guys don’t mind.” she said as she regained her posture.

Su floated over to the ball when it was at peak altitude and popped it even higher into the air. She made her decent while the ball was still flying upwards. ”Depends on a few factors, but I might be up for it.”

“Well!~” Chloe grinned, ignoring the others, being mostly focused on Regina. “You are fun to watch moving,” The dark magical girl shot upwards, chasing after the ball that Su had shot upwards. With an acrobatic flourish, Chloe slammed the ball back towards Regina. “But I think I'd like it more if you weren't using some silly illusion to hide yourself.”

”So you know then?" There wasn’t a whole lot Regina could do against the incoming shot. The high angle made it difficult to predict. At best, Regina could block it and hope that the ball didn’t veer off and give the enemy team a point. She placed herself where she thought the ball was going to land. Or was at least close, as most people don’t try to catch high speed volleyballs with their face. With a loud thud, Regina’s head was thrown backwards into the sand as the volleyball bounded into the air one last time. Her team might have continued playing if they weren’t concerned for the poor girl’s health. ”Mmmmm…" Regina was able to stand up on her own, but there was something off about her. Her very shape was unstable, like her skin was a collapsing tent. Her hair was changing color, and she was starting to look like another girl they were familiar with. "I was worried nobody was going to find out." 

T e t r a d

”Beacon thought I was Regina, but it was me! Tetrad!”

— Tetrad

Tetrad dusted off her shoulders. ”Man, Beacon couldn’t tell me apart from the original. I’m not sure if I should laugh or cry about that. I’m going to laugh anyway.” And so she did. 

Helga was in complete shock, as was Lily, who pushed her palms against her cheeks so hard her lips puckered. “Nooo wayyyy!”

”What?” Su’s head was tipped in confusion. ”Why would anyone pretend to be Regina? Who are you even? Why did we play a game together?”

”I can’t speak for you, But I wanted to see how long I could go before someone finally figured me out. ” She shrugged. ”And I think the whole point of going incognito is to become invisible. Regina was perfect because nobody likes her and everyone would sorta ignore me. Also, everyone calls me Tetrad. Just ask Emily, or Mika!”

“But wait, if you were here pretending to be this Regina chick,” Helga asked, scratching the side of her head with a befuddled look, “Then where’s the real deal?”

"I'm sure she's around. People react differently to spotting their doppelganger. Some choose to confront, others hide and watch from a distance." Tetrad turned over one of her hands. "Maybe she hasn't seen me yet, and is elsewhere on the island." She bent over and picked up the ball. "Anywho! This game is just getting started! But it appears to be your team's turn to serve."

Su was holding her head with one hand. "I'm not sure if I feel like playing anymore."

Tetrad suddenly dropped the ball and placed her hands on her hips. " We need to at least finish a game to get paid!" She had a massive scowl on her face. "I hope I'm not surrounded by quitters!"

Helga smirked as she noticed Su giving up. “Oh, come on Su, don’t give up yet! One final round, let’s do it!”

She served the ball, launching it so far up towards the sun nobody could clearly see. “Lily! Go for the spike!” Lily nodded, and crouched. “Okay! Here I go!” She waited until she could barely see the silhouette of the ball, and activated her acceleration magic, launching herself up with a leap at incredible speed, and slammed the ball down.

“...well now I'm kind of disappointed.” Chloe muttered, grumbling lightly to herself, her enthusiasm seeming draining in an instant. “Here I was hoping to flirt with a cute girl, but it’s just you.” She sighed, fluttering her crystalline wings with an irritable flap. “Oh well, Su, want to get a drink?” Chloe was almost wholly uninterested in the game now, it seemed.

The ball flew past Chloe and bounced off the ground, but Su wasn’t paying it much mind. "Why not? Seems like the game’s over now.."

”Awww, I’m hurt.” Tetrad said, not looking very hurt at all. ”She low key implied that I wasn’t cute. Which is probably true when you take into consideration how obnoxious I was acting. Actually, yea, that’s right, I’m not cute at all! I’m one sexeh biatch!” Tetrad observed everyone present. ”Well kids, this was fun. Sounds like Lily’s in a yank. So I don’t think we should start another game up. But I’m sure we’ll all meet again later.” Tetrad waved while walking off the beach. ”Oh and if you see Regina, I never stole her identity right? That was someone else.”

Helga pouted with a slouch as the ball slowly rolled on the beach. “Well, that was disappointing. At least I’ll get some free drinks.” She turned to walk towards the cafe. Lily looked on with a somewhat happy expression. “”I wasn’t useless, or a bother...I’m glad, heh…” She muttered to herself, and waved goodbye to the others. “That was a good game. Let’s do other fun stuff too, ok? Bye!” She then ran off, and Helga waved back. “I guess it was....But what was up with Su? She seemed strangely distant...” She muttered as she went to get a coconut juice.

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Veronica had returned to her room. It wasn’t nearly as luxurious as her home, but a standard “hotel” room was enough given the circumstances. A bed was a bed, and the air conditioning was welcome. She hadn’t realized how hot it was until the cold air struck her face.

She stumbled over to her bed and fell backwards into it. Veronica’s encounter with Chloe didn’t go anything like she had expected. It wasn’t until after the fact that Veronica remembered that not all of her vodka bottles contained vodka. She had filled one with “ogre breath,” which was a magical concoction that has the sole purpose of making anything drunk. She would need to be more careful when mixing in the future. Regardless, Veronica had won. Chloe was well on her way to betraying the mint. And by the sounds of it, Al was tied up in this. He must have given Chloe a mission in an attempt to hurt the cradle’s efforts. She would need to find out what it was later. But betraying one’s side was something Chloe had done in the past. Seeing how easily she did it again made Veronica wonder how long this alliance would last. Chloe’s loyalty to Penny hadn’t faltered yet though, so a long standing alliance was possible with Chloe. The others needed to be notified.

“Attention Cradle Agents. Chloe Irving is interested in fighting against the Ebon Mint and sees us as allies. I have yet to negotiate in length with her, but she appears interested. Remember though, the only people who are sure allies are those who join Crimson Cradle. She knows who you are, so don’t act surprised if she reacts unexpectedly to you.”

”I think we have a problem.” Tetrad’s voice sounded dire.

Veronica blinked. “This isn’t a joke, right?”

”No I’m serious.”

She closed her eyes. “What is it?”

”Well, you know how she’s a turbo lesbian right? And you told her who we were? She straight up told me I wasn’t a cute girl!”

“Tetrad…”

”This is serious!” She stammered. ”She’s clearly lying! I-I’m the best looking girl, no! W O M A N on this beach. At first I thought it was jealousy, but it might be because she knows I’m a Cradle Agent.”

“She flirted with me plenty. She also told me that I was beautiful and more or less said she wasn’t the type to get jealous.”

”And you believed her?!”

Veronica opened her eyes. “Wouldn’t she have lied to you too? If anything, her not showing interest is a sign that she isn’t out to back stab you.”

”Maybe. But why would she do something like that? I mean she’s all over Sil for crying out loud!”

“I get the impression she prefers people with more submissive personalities. Not that it stopped her from flirting with, well anyone else honestly.” Veronica dragged her hand over her face. “You said she was a ‘turbo lesbian’ right? You were crawling all over Alexander, maybe that’s it.”

Tetrad giggled. ”Right, that makes sense, and it gives me a great idea!”

“Good, just don’t jeopardize the alliance.” There were a few things Veronica thought she would do once she established the cradle, but helping her agents understand why people didn’t like them was not one of them. “Hmm.” She slid her fingers down from her temple over her cheek, where Chloe had kissed her. “About twenty years ago. Was that the last time someone did that to me?”

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Earlier…

With everything going on, the last thing Abigail wanted was for someone to drag her into the tree line and cover her mouth. This would be the second time she was kidnapped this month, and wasn’t too happy about that. Last time she was kidnapped because Tonya lured her around a corner where she was jumped by the Bates, and now someone just up and captured her while she was off by herself. She probably had herself to blame for this. Beacon had always said that, while tremendously powerful, she needed to work with others and not try to do everything herself. Maybe she could have been spared this fate if she had only left with Regina. She could feel the strength in the hand over her mouth, there would be no escape. She was ready to resign herself to whatever forces had taken her this time.

"Don’t scream! It’s me!"

Abigail threw Regina’s hand off of her mouth before turning around to look at her. "Why did-" She stopped speaking when she realised how concerned Regina looked. She also recalled seeing Regina pal around with Aurelio and everyone else not even a second ago. After taking a moment to think, she whispered. "You can’t duplicate, can you?"

"No, I can’t." Regina sighed. "I don’t know who that is, but it’s not me."

"Pulling me below the treeline and capturing me again is definetly something only the real Regina would do." She grumbled and looked over her shoulder. "So when are you going to come out of hiding and reveal that they aren’t actually you?"

"I don’t want to make a fuss right now, there are too many people around."

The gravity girl rolled her eyes. "Alright, as soon as everyone leaves, we’ll talk to someone from beacon privately."

"Thanks Abby."

Abigail groaned. "It. Is. Abigail."

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N’ F R I E N D S

There were plenty of things to do on this tropical island besides sports, and missing out on them would have been a shame. For example, the wildlife and beautiful plants that surrounded the resort itself, as well as the other facilities that were available to take advantage of. With this being the first day of however many that they ended up stuck here for, Alicia Hayden was taking the opportunity to explore it a bit. A Parasol Familiar followed dutifully behind, shielding her from the bright sun as she approached her destination. 

She’d been told there was a cave formation nearby, one that didn’t require climbing but had a wide variety of stalactites, stalagmites, and worms that positively glowed in the light. That was the sort of thing that seemed difficult to believe, hence why she was going to check it out in person. She had the time for it. 

Yet the sound of movement in the bushes drew her off course. Guiding her to walk over and see what was going on. Reaching the edge of the path, she poked her head over the bushes and foliage to see what the source of the noise was.

For a few brief moments there was a spark of curiosity in her eye, only to fade somewhat as a relatively-familiar face came into view. It was Regina. “Oh, I see,” she noted quietly, mostly to herself. ”I’ll just be on my way then.” She didn’t know why Regina was hiding in the bushes, but she hadn’t paid much attention to the girl since they had arrived here. It wasn’t really her business, and she didn’t really want to deal with it. So for now she went to return to her initial bout of exploration, and a much more palatable task in doing so. But just as Alicia was getting ready to leave, someone wrapped an arm around her waist. Alicia tensed up before she was dragged and dragged back into the foliage. Her mouth was covered before she could make a sound.. It was only the appearance of Abigail floating up to the two that prevented things from getting violent. Non lethal of course, but still violent. Luckily for Regina, she was denied this fate for now.

"You don’t, um, need to do that once they’ve seen you." Regina released Alicia once she was told this.

“Hello Abigail, it’s a good thing you were here Things were about to reach a critical misunderstanding,” she observed whilst glancing over at the other magical girl. Art least she had wound up here safely like the rest of them.

Regina spun Alicia around. "Socks! I have an imposter! They have everyone in Beacon fooled!" Her expression was grave, like a child who lost their favorite toy. 

There was little time to focus as Alicia found herself seized by a stricken Regina. And while an eye twitched at the nickname used, her statement earned a frown as the Seraph treated it with all the seriousness that it deserved. “Really? Do you know who’s doing the impersonating? And for how long?” At the very least she didn’t want to risk that Regina was lying about this, she just needed more information. 

"At least as long as the rest of Beacon has been on the island." Abigail folded her arms. "I was watching ‘Regina’ cuddle Aurelio, when this one dragged me into the treeline." Abigail turned to look at Regina. "You are the real one, right?"

"I am, yea." Regina put a finger on her lip. "I don’t know who it is either. I just came to the island and searched around a bit, but when I got to the help desk place they were there already. They must have seen me while I was walking around."

Abigail nodded. "Even if they saw you in that PI interview with beacon, they wouldn’t know you weren’t with them unless they spotted you elsewhere." She looked at Alicia. "Chances are this was all done pretty spontaneously, if not set up by the people who put us here."

Listening to the situation left Alicia not pleased. Hands balled into fists as her teeth ground together. It was a good thing that there was a no fighting rule in place right now, or she had it in mind to march right up to this doppelganger and sock her right in the face. She might not be much of a fan of Regina, but someone messing with Beacon was a bigger priority, even if it was someone’s idea of a practical joke. 

She was finally starting to understand the appeal of that Water Gun Orbital Strike Laser back at the Boutique now. 

”I see,” she replied at last, once the duo had finished relating the situation as it was.  ”Thank you for bringing this to my attention. I’ll go get Sylvia and we can put a stop to this. Unless you already have a plan of your own to deal with it.” It couldn’t hurt to ask even if it turned out that they didn’t. 

"Aside from kick their butt? Not really.." Abigail put her hands on her hips. "This was about as far ahead as we got. Just touch base with the rest of Beacon in secret so that we could trap them." She patted Alicia on the shoulder. "Anyway, you can babysit Regina now. I’m ready to start having some fun." She floated off without looking back.

Alicia nodded as Abigail excused herself, waving goodbye as she was left with Regina and this unpleasant situation.

”See you later,” she called, confident that it would happen sooner or later. These islands weren’t that big after all, especially with the events happening throughout the day.

Regina hugged herself. "I don’t think I need to be babysit." She took a few steps closer to Alicia. "So um." She twiddled her thumbs. "I’m glad you found us. What do we do now, Socks?"

That just left her with Regina, as she turned to face the remaining girl. ”First thing, don’t call me Socks,” she warned with a firm tone. She had been ambivalent when Elroy had been using it before, but now it just reminded her of all the stuff that had happened because of her failure to act. 

Regina pouted and looked away from Alicia.. "Does nobody in Beacon like nicknames? Hmph!"

Holding back a huff of annoyance, Alicia’s mood hadn’t gotten particularly better at this point. ”I’m fine with some nicknames. Just not that one,” she protested. Surely Regina could figure out why that might be the case. ”As for this, it depends on how much she knows about you. If it’s off the cuff and based on the news then we can use that and lure her into a trap to turn the tables. If she’s got memories or something, then I'm out of ideas besides me and Sylvia confronting her? she admitted after some thought on their current dilemma. But the first plan seemed reasonable with what they currently knew. 

"I don’t know." She hung her head.  "I figured there was a procedure for this."

Her primary thought earned a shaking head and a scowl. ”There are, but those procedures usually involve being able to capture people. Which doesn’t really work since there’s the ‘’no fighting; rule in place.” Doubtlessly this person would stop if confronted, but that wouldn’t really send a message. And after all the brainwashing and infiltration, messing with Beacon like this didn’t really sit well with her. They looked after their own, even if they didn’t necessarily like them.

With a sigh, Regina tucked her hands behind her back. "If you want to confront her, that works for me. What should I do?"

That just meant going with the first idea. If this was a prank, then there was no harm in pranking back. ”Well, whoever this is knows you’re a new recruit. I’ll just approach her, say we’re doing some light training, then lead her to wherever we’re springing this trap. We just have to decide on what kind.” It had to be appropriate to the crime, after all.

"I have an idea for that!" Regina cleared her throat. "You lead them into the forest, that’s when I step out, and then everyone else in beacon steps out and surrounds them. Then they will look and feel really stupid, and be forced to reveal themselves!" She pumped her fist. "It’s a flawless plan! Well, we just need to get everyone else on board with it. Maybe it would be easier if you just called everyone over here. Then it would be like ‘yoink!’ followed by feelings of severe embarrassment." She chuckled nervously. "I uh, don’t really know what else we could do. They haven’t hurt anyone, so I don’t think we need to hurt them back, right?"

”Normally I would agree,” Alicia admitted as Regina said her feelings on the subject. Normally she was the sort who was more than willing to live and let live. But after being burned before, you could only take so much before not being so considerate. But infiltration is a bit of a touchy subject after these past few months. I think a demonstration is needed, or people will keep not taking us seriously, and then it’ll hurt us later on.”

Well, maybe Regina didn’t understand that. But after what she and Justine had done to them, if this was a joke then it was in poor taste. And whoever it was would have to accept the consequences for that. 

Eying her companion, she gave a small shrug. ”You don’t have to be involved. I’ll think up something fitting for the situation.”

"That’s fine." Her gaze shifted from side to side. "Um." Regina tipped her head. "So do I just wait here or what?"

Tapping her chin in thought, after a few moments Alicia decided on what her plan would be, at least in the short term. ”No. I remember hearing that there was a cave system nearby. I want to check that out first. It might be useful.” She began walking in the general direction that she thought it was in, indifferent to whether or not Regina followed along. 

Regina took a few steps forward. "No? Like I should follow you?" She hopped after Alicia. 

”If you want to. I’m going to handle this personally either way,” Alicia replied, glancing over her shoulder at her companion. 

Focus returning forwards, she sighed while shaking her head. ”Of all the people they could have impersonated it had to be her….” she muttered, a sharp bite in her tone. This would have been so much easier otherwise, even if it had been someone like Serenity. 

Well, she would handle this, then she could get back to actually enjoying herself.

”Same shit, different day.”

— Tonya “Mac” Murphy

Tonya “Mac” Murphy

Age: 24/11 | Gender: Female/Female | Illusion, Gravity
Body | Power of Friendship, Regeneration, Third Eye | Moirai
Coercion, Soul Jar, Martial Training, True Sight, Parasite, Gifted, Awareness, Mystic Artifact

Magical Overload, Paragon, Blessing, Gifted Item | Monster Form, Big Brother, Arrogance, Vendetta
Redirected Magic, Second Specialization | Non-Standard Limbs, Destroyer

STR: 05 | AGI: 04 | VIT: 05 | MAG: 03 | LCK: 03

STR: 10 | AGI: 08 | VIT: 11 | MAG: 17 | LCK: 05

Earnings this post: Zilch

Total: 5 Gold, 111 Silver, 120 Bronze

Dramatic much, magical girls?

I need someone to code a CS

Pretty much what @Kuro said. Unfortunately, the code is so broken in spots it is impossible for me to tell what you were trying to do. In the future, I recommend using less coding until you are more familiar with BBC coding, or at least work on small segments at a time so that everything doesn'tcreep up on you, @role model. I think you were trying to do something like this:

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C H A R A C T E R C O N C E P T P R O P O S A L

Warren Worthington III

^{_{Warren Worthington III ♦ Guardian and Playboy ♦ Public Figure♦ X-Men}}

C H A R A C T E R C O N C E P T:

I want to connect to all the myths that Angel has attached to him, namely the existence of an angel from the testaments of documented experiences. I will be doing some research about that. Then, he is a mutant who has saved people that aim to hurt him. That’s quite a selflessness act considering he reaches across the globe chasing money and women. So, I want to explore his psyche as much as I do his stature.

Angel was created to be in the X-Men, and he was a hit early on. Since he was a founding X-Men member, he’s traveled the seven seas. He’s been involved in many different stories penned and illustrated by good names. He can stomp a mud hole in somebody, and I plan to have him kick ass. But I want my character to party with Iron Man and Bruce Wayne. I believe he is like them. Saving the world, partying, acting on reformations for the better of everyone.

He has mixed with huge characters like Apocalypse, and small creations alike. He doesn’t pull any punches because of the trauma he’s endured, meaning going through his wings being ripped off, brainwashed, and trying to help only to being ostracized. He has been subject to psychological exams about thought to-be narcissism or other likely personality disorders.

Collaboratively, he has a long history with the X-Men.

^{"One last time, I need to fly"}

C H A R A C T E R M O T I V A T I O N S & G O A L S:

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I started reading Marvel comic book magazines when a friend introduced me to them a long time ago. There were a few that impressed me, but the benefactor of my money was X-Men titles and Hulk, and the F4. When I saw Angel, I thought he looked daunting in a huge white suit, in sunglasses and standing up very tall.

Basically, I want to explore the dark side that every man and mutant has inside from a seasoned mutant millionaire’s perspective. I don’t want to always help, and I want him to get into fights, but at the same time, I must honor how peaceful and helping he is.

I’m not going to force a bad guy routine, which of course “bad” is a three-letter word with a three mile long spectrum, I want to discover the in-and-outs of a forty year old mainstay of an apparently never-ending story. And, I want to do this with a winged, kind, wicked mutant millionaire.

C H A R A C T E R N O T E S:

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“I’ve taken my independence and revved it to level 5. I have witnessed so much and hurt so bad that I am ready to kill. Pushed to the act of murder? It could be.”
Warren’s exceptional prayer to the god was unusually short. He got off from his knees and rotated both his shoulders because they were some tight. He cracked his neck, too. He took a gander at his penthouse. The lamp had too many loose half-inch big ripped pieces of red colored fabric bottom trim. When he moved his eyes around he naturally tuned in and was alert to his environment, like the melted ice that had turned into a small splotch of water at the foot end base of the bed, it having decomposed from Warren getting drunk and tipping over some ice from the bucket . He did not suffer from hangover.

The safety horn cried out inside of the fireman’s station. Those who were on duty and assigned, that is by the NYFD, hurriedly thought and acted and were on their way out the door. They turned up the siren, and sped towards a head-on collision not only dispatched as on fire, but also there was someone reported trapped. They flew!

[BUZZ!! There was an intercom properly installed throughout the house, and it was for communication between the Angel and approved buzzers. “Hello?”
“I hope you are doing good this morning, Mr. Worthington. Today, it is 80 degrees outside, which is warm enough. . . “
“Sure, but what about that collision?”
“It was reported fifteen minutes ago on 8th and Academy. I hope they help those people, it really sends chills up my back to think of some one being deceased because of a text, or a call.”
“Yep. OK, I will speak to you later, Raymond.”
“Very well. Thank you.”

WORTHINGTON HQ

There are people every where. They're all dressed well and they all smell good and smile, perhaps some flirting or undressing someone with their eyes, pointing at the chubby numbers analyst staring hard through his glasses at the busty, black-haired young emo girl yapping on her smartphone. She definitely couldn't be a sacrifice. Jerry had seen her on an amatuer Internet show.

Elsewhere, there was an executive going back and forth with a sports medicine specialist from the Food and Drug company. It was a multi-faceted, intelligent conversation, but the specially ranked doctor was going to have to pursue accelerated information from a WLabs scientist.Then, there were shots fired! The scramble to run, hide, and not spill your espresso was not completely unlike a John Travolta movie, except people were getting hit by AK-47 bullets,and it was a killing onslaught so god awful that whoever was doing it was going to answer for it with his life. If he didn't off himself with his fascinating, stable victims.
Shattered glass was everywhere. Some people were wounded, and others may have been dead. Of course, many people called the authorities.

WARREN'S PENTHOUSE/TRANSIT

Warren was through eating breakfast. it included a candy apple. Now, he was preparing to leave the nest and see what was going on in the world, soundly commerce, chemical engineering, and upscale mutant prostiute houses. He had on his designer dark wash denim jeans when his main cell phone paused him.

The call was urgent. It was about the shooting that took place an hour ago, and Warren had to double up and get fully dressed, then he logged on his computer for a few minutes to search the basics about the office shooter. He got it all, schizoid personality with depression. Finally, he raced to the elevator and jetted down to his Escalade. He started the car, and pulled out from a private parking spot that had a sign stating that the parking space was legallly reserveed for Warren Worthington III.

The news companies were at the scene. They were busier than ever. Their question they asked were about robbery, terrorism, anti-animal testing, and the works. One in particular documented two interviews with Warren, and she thought that this time she would get in big time when she saw the Cadillac truck driving into the debacle. Every one launched into a frenzy when he stopped and parked beside a fire hydrant, and opened the door and hit the deck. Out of all the questions and commends, Warren had a definitive comment: "I know someone come in and starting shooting my employees. That is all." He knew everything about the assailant from reviewing his records at his work computer at the penthouse.

He caught a break when city police pushed the reporters back. He thanked them, and they allowed to step into the building, but the presence of cops and more cops, and with the US Marshals on the way, Warren was was disconcerted. They did tell him that the man he knew as Jack Mannessy was actually a nine year old fugitive from Delaware prison. He underwent a trial, and was convicted of armed robbery, and acts of terrorism. Warren asked some questions to the police captain. How many were wounded, or shot, or traumatized. Were there any cracks in any of the network security infrastructure? Was there a thief motive? The captain didn't know, but this would amount to more capital crimes and probably death row. It would be, but Mr. Jack Mannessy was no longer alive.

Some days went by. It was a law suit, one after another Warren didn't mind. He only had a billion dollars, and a billion more.The US Marshals had explained everyrthing, all the way down to the type of bullet used in the shooting. He asked if there was anything that the federal government could help out with, lawyers or extra security. They provided information to civilian protection agencies, a bunch of ex-soldiers and SEALs. He was even offered a gun permit and a specially trained canine assistant who would go for the neck. Warren passed. It was an act of disgruntled, domestic work office terrorism. He would be okay.

COURT: "The proceedings today qualify that the involved claimants maintain soverignity over the assets that hereby will be dignified unless otherwise judged. The trial before the court must be thorough, documented propery, constitutional, and just. There will be no conditions that I am not made appointed to, because my court will be violated, and I will not be violated. Objections must be consistent with what is going on accordingly with the trial. Now, for the defense. You have offered every one of your opponent each $2,000,000?"

Well, Warren didn't know too many suburban families that couldn't use a couple million dollars, so he put the offer on the table. Out of the three organized thief clans, all of them took the deal. While the proceedings were handled, he had two cups of coffee. He had a taste for some liquor. He surveryed everything, including himself. He smiled because he was giving away six million dollars, and he wanted to get drunk. He recalled news that it was being legislatively argued, it was about whether people could sue company head figures due to the state of the country, business law, and terrorism.

His attorney that worked for Worthingon Labs earned a $100;000 bonus on top of his usual $250,000. Three days after a brief vacation to Washington, D.C., Abraham Washington pulled into the parking area in a new 2019 Mercedes Benz. And, a Switzerland crafted timepiece.

Warren had been running here and running there. He gave in to the reporters and conducted several interviews. They would not get pushy with him after they understood how beligerent he coould act. But, his favorite thing to do was go to the beach and go crazy with his jet skis and floats, with his friends and associates. He picked everybody up. There was ten of them, and they were drinking. It was going to be awesome. So, they arrived in the concrete loading dock and unhooked three jet skis and Warren flirted with one of his friends. He made her laugh and move sexy, but it was only flirting.

It was one hour in. They slowed down drinking. Warren was sitting around with everybody. Suddenly, he had to use the restroom He walked away unnoticed. He walked away, and he had the urge: the urge to sail away. He had hid his wings with a huge life vest and a tailor made long sleeve shirt that he was wearing underneath the vest. He stripped it off.

He looked around, the coast was clear. So, he walked forward bearing a strong pace. His vision sharpended, reducing water production in his eyes, widening his eyes. He felt the surge, the energy, his shoulders being tugged on, his bare feet levitating from the ground, his back relaxinf, his abs tightening. He flew.
He was in the sky. He felt so good. He swinged his wings to and fro, and as he landed on his sky high path his wings sedated and he went into gliding. He loved the cruise. He could see people all over the beach. Suddenly, he twisted and spiraled up and down, feeling ferocious and good and having fun. He noticed a vendor, he believed it was hot dogs and chips. He had seen a kid not too old, so Warren dipped by the vendor and got a hot dog with mustard and ketchup, and flew it back to the boy. The kid's mom asked him if she had seen Warren before, but he said no and went on. He had a good time, but he returned to the spot where he had stripped and put back on his beach gear.

With his friends, he was a badass type of nice person, but to himself he was the Angle.

I need someone to code a CS

@role model lets take a look

A thought about the two writing competitions.

Yes, the contest section is looking kinda sorry on the front of contestants/voters, and having two contests run side by side instead of back to back will likely result in both contests receiving fewer contestants than they would otherwise.

If I had to speculate, I'd say that there's a chance that the reigns are changing hands. Alternatively, it could be that the new contest mod is eager to get his feet wet with their own contest. Either way, their avatars are Petyr Baelish and some assassin dude, so you know it's some shady stuff.

Fortunately, we don't need to speculate.

@Frizan@Jorick

Yooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo contest staff, what's up with this contest double whammy?

Beyond the Looking Glass: A CYOA Magical Girl Roleplay [Completed]

H i l a r i a, M i k a, & L u p a

Hilaria and Lupa were on the beach when Mika appeared. “Hi guys!” She was still carrying way too much lotion on her person. “You missed it, but there’s going to be a bunch of cool events, and we’re going to get paid to participate in them and make lots of friends while we do it!”

Hilaria had been staring at the copious amount of sunscreen Mika had been holding -- err, attempting to hold, that is. "Whatever could you use that much sunblock for, I wonder~?"

“We won it!” Mika hopped up and down. “You got us over here dry, so we get unlimited beach supplies! So I brought enough for everyone!” A bottle slipped out of her arms.

“Just because there’s an infinite amount of something doesn’t mean you need to take so much of it with you.” Lupa picked the bottle up off the beach. “I’m sure one bottle would be enough for you, me, Su, Helga, and I don’t think the ghosties need any.”

“What about Hilaria though?” Mika walked up to the giant magical woman. “I want to share the prize with her too!”

Hilaria gave a soft smile. Since Mika seemed so happy, Hilaria felt her 'sacrifice' was not in vain. "Hmm~? You want to share the sunscreen with me~?" she would normally decline because she did not do something like this expecting repayment unless it was a job. But in this case, she felt taking some of the sun block off of the girls' hands would probably be for the best. "If you don't mind, Hilaria would appreciate it~"

Lupa shrugged her shoulders. “I guess it makes sense to share it with everyone who didn’t complete the challenge. This vacation would kind of suck if you had to spend all day inside.” Lupa took a few of the bottles off of Mika. “I’m going to run these over to a few people. You don’t mind do you?”

“Nope! Just hurry back! It’ll probably be your turn soon.” Lupa gave Mika a nod before unloading everything under her arms and sprinting away.

As Lupa set off, Hilaria waved at her. "Hilaria appreciates you getting her here~!" She watched for a moment as the girl disappeared into the distance.

The feline cat girl spun on her heel to face Hilaria. “Your name is Hillaria right?”

She looked into Mika's feline eyes and nodded. "Yes, Hilaria is Hilaria~ And you're Mika, yes~?"

“Yup! That’s me!” With a smile, Mika cocked her head to the side. “You’re really pretty. You could be a supermodel.”

The silver-haired girl couldn't help but giggle at Mika's compliment. "Do you think so~? Some boys said the same thing the other day, too~" She placed a hand on her cheek and blushed, though this was because she was remembering the big meal she had that day. "But Hilaria heard that supermodels don't get to eat as much~ How horrible that must be~!"

Mika opened her mouth in shock. “I didn’t know that!” Mika crossed her arms. “Well, maybe be a librarian then? Wait, what was Tetrad’s job again? You might be good at that too.” The girl mumbled to herself before approaching some tropical ferns. “I just realized you don’t have anything to lay on. One second.” She shoved the remaining lotions in her swimsuit before turning her hands into crab pincers. Mika whistled to herself as she snipped away at the oversized plant. “There we go.” The ferns bounced with every step the cat girl took until she spread them out on the beach. “Now just have a seat!” Her hands turned back to normal as she pointed at the makeshift beach towel.

Hilaria had clapped her hands together in delight after witnessing Mika’s DIY beach towel. She thought that the girl must have been really resourceful. “My~ How wonderful~!” she admired Mika’s handiwork for a second longer before plopping down right on the ‘towel’. “Hmm~ Hilaria isn’t too used to being helped herself, you know~” she paused. “Sorry to impose upon you.”

“Don’t worry about it!” Mika tugged Hilaria’s jacket off of her shoulders and cast it aside, exposing most of her back. Next, Mika took one of the bottles and squeezed it out in a zig-zag motion between Hilaria’s shoulder blades. She went about half way down the woman’s spine before setting the bottle aside. Then Mika placed her hands on Hilaria’s back and worked the lotion into her skin. It was a symphony of sensations. The cat girl’s warm hands swirling in cool sunblock. “I enjoy doing stuff like this, It’s fun!” Mika used her tail to hold up Hilaria’s hair and her fingers over her shoulder blades. She worked every bump along her vertebrae, and was determined to get everything.

“Mmm~” Hilaria softly moaned, obviously satisfied with Mika’s work. She could feel the tension leaving her body by the second, and the sun being blocked.

“Have you been in Penrose long? I don’t think I’ve seen you before today.”

“Mmm, Hilaria hasn’t been in Penrose for too long~” she answered. “Only a couple of weeks. Hilaria hasn’t seen many magical girls, even though she was told there would be a lot here~ Until today, that is~ How about you, Mika~?”

“About a month now.” Mika had finished Hilaria’s back, and was now moving along her arms. “I didn’t see a lot of magical girls either at first, but once you start seeing them, you don’t stop!” Mika took one of Hilaria’s hands and opened it up, stretching out all of her fingers before running her own between them. “I think it’s because I have so many magical friends right now. They’re all over the place, you just don’t know it until they put on their costumes. I’ve seen more in Penrose than anywhere else.” She grinned. “Lay on your chest please. I wanna get your legs and feet next.”Once Hilaria changed her position, Mika sat on Hillaria’s back and started to slather up her hamstring with lotion. “Whoever told you there were magical girls in Penrose didn’t lie. You just need to look harder.” Mika looked over her shoulder at Hilaria. “Why are you looking for magical girls? Is it because you want some friends?”

"Mmm~ Not exactly~" Hilaria was silent for a moment, idly staring to the side. Eventually, she gave a somber smile and answered. "Hilaria knows that there are always people in need of saving wherever there are magical girls. They go hand-in-hand. That's why." She told Mika. "...Hilaria isn't looking for friends."

“You’re not?” Mika didn’t look away from her “work.” Her tongue was sticking out of the side of her head as she tried to get everything above the ankle. “What about the boys that feed you, aren’t they kinda like friends?”

"Mmm...Hilaria can't save her friends, so it's better if she has none to begin with." She explained, still enjoying the feeling of Mika's hands despite what was clearly not the fondest subject she could be speaking about. "Boys...Hmm, did they even have names? I wonder? Hilaria is approached by a lot of boys, but they're never in need of saving, so there's not really any reason to stick around."

“Of course they have names silly!” Much like what Mika had done to Hilaria’s hands, she was running her fingers between each of her toes. “But no friends, that’s just, weird.” Mika climbed off of Hilaria. “Roll over, please.” Mika helped Hilaria roll over before sitting on top of her hips and eyed her body. “Lots of large surfaces. I’m glad I have so much lotion!” She reached into her swimsuit and pulled out a new bottle.

"I hope they're not troublesome~" she worried. There was, unfortunately, nothing she could do about her chest so she merely remained on her back and allowed Mika to work her magic.

Mika squeezed more lotion over Hilaria’s stomach before placing the bottle back. She rubbed her hands together before placing her hands on Hilaria. “If you don’t want to have any friends, why did you want to help me fly?”

"Ah!" the cold sunscreen on her stomach elicited a cute gasp from the silver-haired girl. She quietly tried to pretend that did not happen as Mika spoke. "Why? Whatever do you mean?" she asked, confused. "Hilaria likes helping those in need~"

“Silly Hilaria!” Mika Leaned over her, their faces were just inches apart. Her hands had moved up to the woman’s collarbones. “Even a knight who helps people eventually finds their princess.” She took her finger and went over the bridge of Hilaria’s nose. “Once that happens, protecting them comes above everything else!” Her hands traversed Hilaria’s chest and stomach, avoiding the bikini-clad mountains. But her vigorous hand movements were causing the mountains to tremble like jello resisting an earthquake. “Then you’ve gotta raise a family of littler knights! And then you go on adventures together and rescue even more princesses! And the cycle continues!”

Hilaria hadn’t bothered to comment on Mika’s story initially. She found that naivety rather cute, but it also brought her a bit of sorrow. At one point in her life, she did think like that. That she could befriend people and work together to help others. Be a family. But, of course, one could only think that way when they had yet to experience loss after loss. “Hilaria wonders if that is what Mika wants~? A family of princesses? How noble~!” She laughed as Mika continued applying the sun block.

Mika was not oblivious to the keyhole opening in Hilaria’s bikini. She promptly sent her “mountain climbers” in to cover the exposed flesh. “I wouldn’t mind that!” Mika froze when her fingers touched Hilaria’s sternum. “Um…” Mika pushed Hilaria’s breasts apart and looked inside.

Hilaria gave a soft yelp, not expecting Mika to delve so deep. “Mmm~! Hilaria isn’t worried about the sun getting there~!”

The sight caused Mika’s eyes to bug out of her head. “Wow! That’s a pretty big scar. I didn’t know magical girls could get those.”

She looked down, noticing Mika staring rather intensely. “Hilaria is getting a bit embarrassed with the way you’re staring at her~” But then came the question she figured she was going to be asked. “Mmm, that one’s been there since Hilaria changed.” she told the cat girl, resisting the urge to run her hand over it. Most of the specifics of the event were lost to her, but she did retain the negative feelings she experienced. “Is it really that strange~?”

Mika needed to think about her response. She let out a low hum as her tail wagged side to side. “I’m kind of new at this, actually, but that’s the first one I’ve ever seen.” She hopped backwards. “I think that’s everything. I’m going to go find my friends. You take care!” she turned around to run off.

Standing up, Hilaria reached out and held onto Mika’s shoulder. “Mmm, but what about you, Mika~? Hilaria can help you, too~”

Mika froze in place. She made no sudden movements, but eventually decided to turn around. “Um, you mean with the lotion?” She put her hands together. “I wouldn’t mind, but I kind of have someone else in mind.” She gently pushed Hilaria’s hand off of her shoulder. “But I’m sure there’s plenty of other girls that could use it! Here.” She pulled a bunch of bottles out of her swimsuit and dropped them into the sand. “I can always get more, but you can use these to do as many people as you want!” She took a step backwards. “If you need any more, I’ll be around!” She was a bit faster to turn around and sprint away this time.

Hilaria looked rather dejected, and wasn’t able to say anything before she ran off. “But Hilaria wanted to help…” She eventually decided to look at the bottles of sunscreen. Well, if she couldn’t help Mika, maybe someone else? She placed them in her swimsuit and set off.

Beyond the Looking Glass: A CYOA Magical Girl Roleplay [Completed]

The downsides to being evicted from penrose were easy for anyone to see. You had no idea what was going on, and any other type of magical threat was likely running around unchecked. By the same token, you’re free to personally visit anyone you wish without the fear of being attacked. Most magical girls would look at this as the perfect vacation. A space where everyone is free to relax. But Veronica saw this as an opportunity. One that she wasn’t going to let slip through her fingers. Only a fool wouldn’t make the most of this unique situation. But in order to do that, Veronica had to prepare. She planned on meeting with several people. Chloe was one of them, but there would be more. Each of them had different expectations, and Veronica would need to arm her with the tools to meet all of them.

To that end, she went to the boutique.

Veronica saw Chloe leave, so she knew she didn’t have a lot of time to look around. When Veronica approached the front counter, she could see that the inside of the boutique had two main sections. First, the center, loaded with all manners of common items found in any normal shop, with ice cream, sun lotion, all that which Dan had promised that was free for everyone except the two that had actually failed to get to the island without getting wet, and then there were more special items outlined along the walls, each with a small description of what it was and did and a price-tag in magical currency to match. And, of course, to the immediate left was a bouncy little witch behind a cash-register and the widest of smiles, as well as an archetypical crystal ball for divination…

‘Welcome to Brittany’s Bewitched Beach Boutique! How may I be of service~?’ Brittany happily called out as Veronica entered the shop, placing her hands together and smiling.

Veronica took a moment to eye the girl up and down before speaking. “Greetings.” She gave Brittany a nod. “I did not expect to see another magical girl behind the counter.” Veronica approached the girl. “Were you kidnapped like everyone else?”

‘Keh-heh! I didn’t expect to be selling stuff here, either. I was planning on having my grand opening in actual Penrose, but this works too! So, yeah, I woke up here and a big dolphin told me I’d be selling stuff! And I’m in a swimsuit! Without Agatha! Really strange stuff, but I’ll make do~!’ So Brittany excitedly told. ‘So, what’ll it be~? Do you want me to recommend something~?’ Brittany asked, hands together and smiling widely.

Veronica blinked a few times. It was clear to her that Brittany was just your average retailer. Her exterior was plastered with a smile, only to hide a hollow core that could only be filled with money. Her overly personalised account of how she wound up here was also telling of a lonely or narcissistic individual. But none of that mattered if Brittany could do her job. Not to Veronica anyway. “I would be willing to hear your recommendations.” She turned away from her and looked at the magical items for sale.

‘Oooh, then, how about the Eternal Ice Cream? It’s ice cream, but it’ll never run out! Or how about the Parasol of Cool, under which there’ll always be comfortably-’

“What’s this?” Veronica pulled a rolled up swimsuit off of the shelf. It was sealed inside a bag, and was labeled “quick change” with a short description of the contents.

‘Oh, that!’ Brittany exclaimed, smiling brightly as she skipped beside the swimsuit. ‘This is the Quick Change swimsuit! Are you unhappy with the swimsuit you've been provided? Never fear, for this swimsuit will change your default look! Simply get somewhere safe to take off your current swimsuit and put this on, and it’ll transform into your new swimsuit! Keep an image of the swimsuit you want it to become in mind, and it’ll at the very least take inspiration from it! Your old swimsuit will vanish and be gone forever, though, so keep that in mind! Since it’ll only work in this particular dimension, I’m selling it for the low-low price of just 2 bronze coins! I have multiple in stock, so feel free to buy as many as you like~!’ Brittany explained excitedly.

“So your old one just vanishes?” Veronica scratched her chin. “I suppose you can’t expect much for two copper these days.”

‘Yeah, sorry, what you're really doing is changing the magic attire attached to your transformed state, and that sees no reason to remember past shapes~!’ Brittany commented with a bright smile.

All the same, this sounded like exactly what she needed. It would certainly be useful for her dealing with Chloe. She pulled out a few more. “It doesn’t look like you’re in danger of running out, so I can always come back for more.” Veronica placed them on the counter. “So let’s start with six.”

Brittany’s eyes widened. ‘Righto! That'll be twelve bronze coins! Would you like anything else?’ Brittany asked excitedly.

“This should suffice for now.” With a wave of her hand, twelve bronze coins spilled out of her hand and landed on the table. Veronica was about to leave when she turned around again. “Actually, I do have one question before I leave, who are you?” Never hurt to know your supplier.

Brittany grinned, closed one eye and raised one peace-sign hand. ‘I am Brittany Todd, Psychic-specialized Magical Girl of Lesser Force Agatha, diviner and treasure hunter using my own divinations to find magical artifacts which to sell in my shop! With a bit of support from Cindy Ford my Magical Market is minutes from opening! I look forward to your patronage! Keh-heh~!’

That had to be one of the most long winded and pretentious titles Veronica had ever heard. But this lined up with her previous assertion of the witch girl. “I will have to take a better look around in time. Until next time.” With a nod, Veronica walked out of the boutique.

‘Sure! See you next time! Oh, and if you find any magic artifacts you don’t need, I’d be interested~!’ Brittany said with a smile, waving after her as she left. She then looked down on the bronze coins on her counter, her fingers wandering over them. ‘My first customer… hahahaha…’ She scooped them up and beamed so happily. ‘Sorry, Agatha, that you couldn’t be here to see this~!’

Not long after Veronica left, someone else entered the establishment. This was a boy with soft red hair who was just wearing a pair of swimming trunks and a red shirt. The front was wide open, showing his bare chest. He wasn’t overly muscular, but few magical boys were.

A boy!?!?

”How we doin’, Miss Todd?” His thick bronx accent would have caught most off guard, but it was nothing new to Brittany.

‘Nuncio! You’re here, too!?’ Brittany called out, happily. ‘Listen, listen! I just had my first customer! Sure, the location isn’t what I’d thought it’d be, but my shop’s now officially a shop~! I’m so happy~!’ Brittany said, smiling and leaning forward on the counter so she could kick with her legs up behind her excitedly.

Nuncio chuckled before stepping up to the counter. There was something in his hand. ”If people are doin’ business with ya, that’s good. Means you can buy more of my stuff.” He leaned across the counter. ”Afraid the news im goin’ to share ain’t quite as happy. Not for me anyway, It’s good if ya like those plushies though.”

‘Oh? What’s the matter? Want a Dan plushie? The description says they spread joy!’ Brittany asked, lifting up a plushie of the Dan the dolphin Nuncio definitely didn’t make. ‘… It’s one of the extra things the dolphin put in my store, probably inspired by the plushies I got from you, heh~! Anyways! I like when you have plushies for me, so yes! What’s up?’ Brittany asked, leaning forward and looking at Nuncio with interest.

”Take a look for yaself.” Nuncio held out his hand and opened it for Brittany. Resting in his palm was a plush of Penny. ”Seems she changed her style on me. She ain’t look nothin’ like that now, so this one’s not so collectable, ya get me?” He lowered the plush into Brittany’s hands. ”I’ll letcha have this one cheap, unless ya wanna trade me that ugly dolphin for it.” Nuncio grinned.

‘Keh-heh, I’m gonna get so many questions about why I have plushies of locals. What would you like me to tell them?’

”I unno, you never ask me why I make ‘em, heh.”

Brittany inspected the Penny plushie… ‘I love it! … And I’ll totally trade you Dan plushies for it if you want it~! I actually have quite a few of them, though. Dan ensured I’d have multiple in stock,’ Brittany admitted.

”That was a joke, but if ya gunna take it seriously...” Nuncio took a few dolphin plushies in his hand and gave one a squeeze. ”My girl would love snugglin’ a few things like this.” His smile widened, if only barely. ”Guess I’d better get outa here before more customers show up.” With a nod, he turned to leave. ”Take care, ma’am!”

Brittany happily provided him a few Dan plushies in exchange for the Penny one. ‘Yepp! Thank you, Nuncio, and come again!’ Then her eyes widened a little and… ‘Oh, and if you some day could make me an Agatha plushie, I'd be super happy and could give you a whole lot in return~!’ … So Brittany called after him as he left.

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Beyond the Looking Glass: A CYOA Magical Girl Roleplay [Completed]

“Dancing?” Helga repeated the word to herself, and bit her lip as she held her hips, slowly shifting them from side to side in thought. “Never done it, but sure. Fighting is a kind of dance, right? I’m sure that would be fun to do as well.” The two walked outside the Arena. “But maybe I should get some practice moving around. I happened to hear some of the girls mention volleyball, and I kinda wanna check that out.”

”Oh! I’d also like to play Volleyball.” Su nodded and smiled. ”I didn’t realize you had such a competitive spirit. But I guess that’s why you’re so good at your Hotel responsibilities. You’re constantly challenging yourself.” She placed a hand on her chin. ”I should renovate the upper floors of the hotel. There are a lot of rooms made for those sorts of activities.”

“Upper floors? If anything, I think the ground floor could use a gym,” Helga commented, nudging Su playfully on her shoulder.

Su only had time to blush before a bottle of lotion flew into Helga and Su’s hands.

“Hi Helga, Hi su!” It was Mika, still loaded up with way too many lotion bottles.

Helga waved to Mika. “Yo, Mika! Thanks for the lotion: I think I’m burning up something fierce here, heh.” She opened up the bottle, and began coating her arm.

“And before I forget: Big news! You know how Penny was the terrible one’s champion, and we had to do everything in our power to stop her for Boteg?” She pranced over to the two of them. “She abandoned him! So she’s not his champion anymore! We can be friends and play together!”

When she heard Mika speak; she accidentally crushed the lotion bottle in her hand, spraying herself in the face. “Pfff-What?” She wiped her face with a towel Dan graciously happened to offer. “No way, really! Is she a Solo now? Or is it because of those White Coins?” She looked at Su. “I’m going to that game: I need to see for myself.” She then began running as fast as she can, leaving only dust behind her. “See you girls later!”

Su was still absorbing the information when Helga sped off. ”I hope she remembers to ask about Amber’s boat.” She turned to Mika. ”Where did you hear this?” 

“She told me herself!” Mika ran towards the beach. “Gotta get these to Lupa and Hilaria!”And just like that, Su was alone again.

”Curious.” No point worrying about it now. ”Guess I might as well find something to do too.”

But Su would not have to wait very long for that. With so many girls around, it was only a matter of time before someone else aproched her.

"Hi Su!" Regina ran up to Su "Did someone say Volleyball? I freaking love Volleyball!" She reached for Su’s arm, but she pulled away sharply.

”Weren’t you going to do a Keijo match or something?”

"They left without saying a word! Boo! No fun!" Regina reached for Su’s other arm, this time successfully grabbing onto it. "We should play some Volleyball! I can tell you’re feeling stressed out, and a physical sport like that would be good for you!"

Su fret her brow. ”Are you the one who dug up Amber’s body, dragged it to a graveyard, and used it in a ritual?”

Regina’s smile broadened. "I learned my lesson, and I’ll never do it again." Su groaned and was about to pull away when Regina kept talking. ”I would sincerely like to anthologize for the atrocities I’ve committed against you and everyone around me. I feel horrible about what I’ve done, and I would do anything to change the past. But I’ve taken something from you that can never be replaced. No amount of good deeds can ever erase what I’ve done, and I’m not going to try. So instead, I’d like to enrich the lives of those around me.” Regina hugged Su’s arm against her chest. "It won’t be just you and I, promise. More people will show up to play. We can play on opposing teams if that makes you feel more comfortable."

Su looked at Regina with scorn. It was evident the beacon girl was nervous. She was shifting her weight from foot to foot, avoiding making direct eye contact with Su. ”One game.” Su wanted to just throw Regina to the ground and be on her way, but she was making an effort to put her anger behind herself. Helga was a decent person and she had done things on par with what Regina had done. If Regina wanted a chance, she would give it to her. Just one though.

"You are an angel from heaven!" Regina held onto Su’s arm and walked towards the beach. "You won’t regret this at all Su! Not one bit!"

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@Jorick Maybe don't have Petyr Baelish as your set and we'll trust you more. Because that was way too easy to read in his voice.

You have your work cut out for you, good luck.