BrokenPromise

A GM's job

Kuro did manage to nail some of the failings that players tend to see in bad GMs, but it goes a lot deeper than that. GMs need to know how to make interest checks that will be interesting for their target audience to read. They need to be good with working with a lot of different personality types, need to make all the players feel welcome in their RP, while also knowing what to do if one of them suddenly drops. They need to be resourcefull and know what to do when one of their story hooks won't work. They need to be able to plan ahead so that when shit goes south, things continue to move forward. Beating your chest and telling people "no" is one of the easier things to do.

If you want a comprehensive write up of how great GMs operate, a sexual icon known as @Dervish wrote a great guide on the topic which you can find here.

Playing a Mimic as a Character?

Most sensible thing to do is to talk about the idea with your GM. Not just get their permission, but show them the sort of stuff you found and see what they think.

If someone was going to do this in my campaign, yea, it's kind of OP. their racial benifits alone equate to to 3-4 full feats, which is huge. You essentially get the bar fighting and grappling feats for free, some shape changing/stuff and you still get 3 stat points. If I recall, most races are balanced with the idea that their racial traits are equal to 2.5 feats, or 5 stat points. So you are correct that the mimic is on the OP side.

I'd think about exactly why you want to play a mimic and tailor your racial traits towards those. If you like the idea of tricking people by changing into things, maybe give your mimic an ability that can only be used after a short or long rest. one based on a low level illusion spell like disguise self. you can always pick up the grappling feats as you level if you want them. You can do the reverse if you're more interested in being a bity boy, with grappling bonuses being built into the mimic and then taking a perk like Magic Initiate to pull off the magical illusions.

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

Also I voted in the other two polls. after filling out my ballot I was kind of polled out, but sure, turn on the alligator tears and guilt me into doing it why don't you?

I also tend to not like polls for small things, as they push out any and all discussion in favor of "getting results."

But not this time. Let me explain what I voted for, and why.

I voted for Valerie Williams because she seemed like an interesting character. In the sense that she seems like a no-nonsense type of character that this RP could quite frankly use a lot more of. Her stats are basically baby penny with magic, but she also has one of the hottest FC's in the RP, so she needs to become a character.

For the other one, I voted for Stacy Stiches because she's a more autistic version of rotty tops. Now we are loaded to the gills with "nicer" monster girls, but it's kind of interesting that Stacy has to pay for it by being so autistic. Kind of like how American characters in anime are almost always depicted as being incompetent, fat, lazy, and stupid if they appear in an anime. But the ones that are almost as good as the other Japanese characters are almost always evil. At least Arc system works and Capcom don't discriminate(?)

I am genuinely surprised that not!beacon girl is leading. But it's a free country.

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

Now THIS is a poll!

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

“Mmmm, now that's a nice, soft waffle Emily's got...”

— Oros

Nerdy GM Shit

Age: 60/15 | Gender: Female/Female | Beast, Gravity | Skimpy
Katana | Tentacles, Hammerspace | Aighorost
Gifted, Elemental, Bestial, Void Touched, Innate Awareness, Awareness, Numb, Mystic artifact
Minions, Reasonable, Magical overload, Transport, Gifted Item | Insomnia, Mind bent, Big brother, Clueless, Monstrous form
Thick skinned, Second Specialization | Sentinel, Devourer

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

STR: 12 | AGI: 12 | VIT: 11 | MAG: 10 | LCK: 07

Oros only grinned as Emily caused the air to change temperature and sputter things at a pace even she couldn’t keep up with.

“I didn’t catch all that.” Oros placed his hands on his hips. “I’ll just assume you’re a little flustered because you didn’t think I could be this dreamy.” Oros brushed his hair back. “Anyway, I just feel like eating something and talking about my day. You can do that right?” He extended his hand.

He was right. Emily was flustered beyond belief, but she knew she had to try to reel herself back in. Oros had not done anything to deserve being treated like some dangerous animal! "O-oh, um, I'm so sorry!" she apologized, casting a hesitant glance at his hand, which she reluctantly took. It was warm, or maybe that was her? "I-if it's just that, t-then I think I can manage!" she told Oros, although she wasn't sure if she was lying or not.

Oros’s fingers curled around Emily’s palm one at a time. His thumb brushed against the back of her hand, caressing it with the same tenderness Emily would use with a stray puppy. He exhaled, and the edges of Oros’s lips curled into a smile. “Glad to hear it.” When they started walking, Oros was practically skipping down the sidewalk. “Got any ideas for where we can get breakfast at this hour? I’m done with the greasy spoon shit for now, so no trashy diners for us! A truck stop would be the perfect place! Think there’s anything like that open around here?”

Emily held her small shopping bag close to her heart as she walked at a pace only barely slower than Oros’. She had opened her mouth to speak, as she wasn’t sure about truck stops being better than diners, but thought better of it. Instead, she tried to remember the places she had either eaten at or heard about. There weren’t too many of those, as most of the places she would have been familiar with had either shut down because of the evac or simply closed down before she returned earlier. “Um, I’m not entirely sure,” she explained. “I don’t usually go out to eat because of my budget…” Particularly after meeting Sakura, things had become just a bit more stressful on her wallet. It was a godsend that people agreed to bring food to the party that happened earlier. But that didn’t mean she hadn’t heard of places. Yes, with Hilaria occasionally dropping by, it would be impossible not to. “Um, it’s not exactly a ‘truck stop’ but I did hear good things about the Pitstop,” she finally said, recalling the few times Hilaria brought it up. The busty and ravenous magical girl did not actually give it any particular praise, which actually might’ve been a red flag, but the place had the word ‘stop’ in its name so maybe that was good for Oros? Emily wondered if it was going to put her in the red. “It shouldn’t be too far away, if memory serves.”

“No.” Oros curt reply was followed by her hand tightening around Emily’s. “I told you, I don’t want to eat at some shitty diner.”

“S-sorry…” she apologized meekly.

He had stopped walking at a street corner. There were no cars, but the traffic lights were still working. “WALK” was lit up on the other side, but they had stopped moving. Oros tugged Emily so that they were both looking at each other. “I haven’t been in Penrose for a while, and you don’t eat out much. Perhaps we should eat you out.” Emily merely tilted her head as his fingers curled between hers, missing the point. “… of house and home! Haha! I bet they still serve eggs and toast at your place, right? I like that idea, it’ll be a good deal more private there too. Do we need to go shopping or should I take you straight home?” He waved his hand across the street, which was now saying “DON’T WALK.”

“Oh, Hilaria was just over so I think I do need to hit the store…” she mumbled as she began to recall the mental shopping list she had made. Eggs and milk were at the top of the list as they were almost gone. “But nothing is on sale right now, so I was going to wait.” Emily did not particularly want to bring a boy whom she just met over to her place, but now her thoughts were of the weekly ads for the grocery. Shopping smart kept her afloat, so she couldn’t just go buy eggs all willy nilly. It was irresponsible! “Um, perhaps a different sort of breakfast would work? I still have some pancake mix, or cereal...” she offered alternatives to eggs.

Oros lowered his head and thought. “Can you make… waffles?”

She shook her head and also Oros’ hand. “Why yes, I most certainly can!”

“Well what the hell are we waiting for? I would love to eat your waffle!” Oros practically dragged Emily to her house, running as fast as her legs could manage.

---

This was not the first time Oros and Emily were at her house together, but they hadn’t engaged with each other last time so it felt like this was the first time she had Oros over. At the very least, it was the first time Emily had Oros over by herself.

Oros was a glutton, but she didn’t compare to Hilaria. And Emily wouldn’t complain even if she did. Oros was content with four waffles, which she had slathered with syrup and whipped cream. Chocolate chips and sliced fruit practically floated on top of the syrup and cream.

Oros sat in front of her meal. She had turned back into a woman and had a handkerchief tucked into her shirt. When Oros split the waffles with her fork, the syrup and cream concoction pooled on her plate,

“I love breakfast!” Oros swabbed her fork full of waffle through the syrup. “My mommy used to make it for me every day. She’d make it for me for lunch when I was a good girl.” it only took Oros a moment to clean her fork. “It doesn’t get any better than this shit. Once your mom dies, the best you can hope for is some friend with benefits to come along and knows her way around a kitchen.”

Emily was noticeably less tense since Oros changed and that had allowed her to make their food without additional stress. She sat on the other end of the table and waited for Oros to begin before even looking at her own food. "Oh, I hope you enjoy it then!" she agreed with Oros in that regard. "My mother was a great cook, so I always try to emulate her when I'm in the kitchen." Emily was only taught a few basic dishes since she was young when she was separated from her family, so she was mostly just attempting to replicate the taste her mouth remembered.

Dwelling on that particular subject wasn't exactly pleasant, however. She was aware of her own mother's fate, and it didn't take a genius to guess what happened with Oros', so she instead asked about the girl directly. "Um, if you don't mind my asking... what brings you to Penrose?" she asked. "Or perhaps I've just missed you. It's been quite busy lately."

“I haven’t been to Penrose in a long time. I don’t know how long you’ve been here, but I doubt you’d remember me.” She chuckled, then her eyes dropped to the table. “As for my reason for being here, I don’t imagine it’s too different than any other magical girl. We’re all serving our patrons, right? Well, they wanted me to come to this shit hole. Though I guess I can leave whenever I want now.” She trailed off. “I mean, you can’t be here by choice, right?”

She nodded. “Oh, I was born here!” Emily told her new friend in contrast to Oros’ assumption. She did not seem to take any offense to Oros’ choice of vocabulary when referring to Penrose. She wasn’t sure if it was a good thing, but Sakura had forced her to become somewhat desensitized to that sort of stuff. “Um, but I haven’t been here for quite some time since I left,” she elaborated, wondering just how many years it had been before her return. It was far too many, for sure. But she had to come back eventually. “Penrose has become a lot more active than I remembered it being, so it has kinda caused some problems with my search…”

“Yea, people keep making more magical girls. You’d think just one or two would be enough for most people.”

“...But I still like it very much. What is it that you dislike about Penrose?” she went on to ask.

“I mean,I don’t like, ‘hate’ Penrose. But there’s all the destroyed buildings, normals on the edge of annihilation, with Beacon and Mint pushing this world closer to its destruction. A shit hole. ” Oros scratched the back of her head, her eyes looking everywhere but at Emily. “It’s just been a really long time since I’ve found anyone who wants to do more than fight, you know? I’ve been to places where the sun doesn’t shine anymore, where the only place you can see a human face is a mirror.” With a shrug, she folded her hands together. “I got my hopes up when I came here. I thought it would just be some magical girls fighting monsters. But it’s the Zach Snyder version of Sailor Moon.”

Emily could relate to that sentiment. She felt pain any time she saw or was forced to be a part of infighting between magical girls. It should be as simple as just killing monsters, but apparently it wasn’t. If only a majority of the other magical girls weren’t so stupid. Emily wished she could do anything to prevent this from happening. “Oh, I so very much dislike conflict between sisters and brothers. Monsters really should be our priority, but that’s not the case all the time... “ she sighed, thinking about how unfortunate it all was. “I’m sorry that the experience is so disappointing. When I was little, things were so much simpler and kind. That’s what I want to bring back, but so much stuff happens here that I’m not sure I could make a dent… Oh, but I don’t want to ruin your appetite with any pessimism, sorry!”

Though it seemed like pessimism, if anything, made the miko hungrier. She ate the entire time Emily was talking, and had almost finished the entire stack of waffles.

“It’s just the way of things.” She licked one of her fingers. “Peace always seems to follow war. The trick is to survive the war so that you can enjoy the peace.” After cleaning her fingers, Oros smiled and folded her hands together. “I told you why I was here. I may be serving my patrons, but my reason for staying here is my own.” Her eyes closed as if recalling a distant memory. “Penrose may be a shithole, but I know how to fix it. I can make it the way it once was: a paradise.” Her shoulders visibly dropped with a sigh. “But I need help.”

Emily seemed interested in what Oros had to say. But of course she would be. There was really only one thing she wanted more in the world than to Make Penrose Great Again^TM. “Oh? If that is your goal, I would love to see how I could help!” she exclaimed, taking her first bite out of her breakfast. “If you don’t mind my asking, how would you go about this?”

Oros scratched her chin. “Hmm. As I’ve said previously, the Mint and Beacon are the sole reason why Penrose is in such a sorry ass state right now. The first order of business is to remove them from power.” Oros reclined in her seat. “Not too difficult really. All we need to do is unite some of the factions into an alliance. Something big enough that it can beat Beacon in a skirmish, but not so big that everyone targets us. From there it’s just targeting the two respective faction’s weaknesses. The mint craves their secrecy, so forcing them out into the open will make their entire organization crumble. Beacon’s crutch is it’s hate. If we flood beacon with enough monster girls though, they will have no choice but to reform.” Oros folded her arms and grinned. “Once we’re all more or less fighting monsters again, the normals will be free to come back and rebuild. But that can’t happen with the Mint and Beacon milling about.”

Hearing about them always put her on edge. They were responsible for her sister's death, after all. If Jonald was snooping around, then maybe he'd--

A cat-like figure could now be seen sitting on top of the fridge. "The Mint." His disgust and contempt for them was made clear in an instant. "And I could not say I care for the likes of the Beacon, as well." Jonald hopped down from the fridge and circled their table. "This is acceptable, is it not?" he eyed Emily. "You can make Penrose a better place by ruining the Mint."

Emily looked at Oros. "Oh, yes, I could see how that would require help," she acted as though she didn't hear Jonald. "To see sisters working together..." the thought clearly appealed to her.

Oros on the other hand was giving Jonald all of her attention. So much so that one might think Emily became invisible as soon as he entered the room. The pink haired girl practically teleported to the creature’s position and pulled it into her chest.

“Hey!” She stroked Jonald’s head, while her other arm kept his tiny body trapped between her breasts. “You didn’t tell me you had this chick magnet hanging around here!” There was a tiny bit of drool coming out of the corner of Oros’s mouth. “Are you Em’s boss? I don’t think we’ve met before.”

Jonald’s lithe figure squeezed its way out of her grip. “Do not touch me,” he snapped, retreating to his spot on the fridge. “But I am Emily’s patron, yes,” he answered the question that was not necessary. Why else would a Puchuu appear at someone else’s house so suddenly?

-Because he’s a spy?
-Because he’s a big pervert?
-Because how else is a puchuu supposed to show up?

“Count Emily in if your plan is more than just a thought in your head. Anyway, you can call me--”

“Jonald,” Emily cut in. “His name is Jonald, and he’s been my patron for the entirety of my time as a magical girl,” she explained.

The Puchuu did not seem pleased by Emily’s interruption. “Whatever.” he feigned indifference at the name.

“He smells great too!” Oros seemed to have ignored Jonald’s request to not touch him. Fortunately the fridge was deep enough that he could retreat out of her grasping range, which he did. Though she seemed to lose interest and returned to her seat. “I knew there was something special about you Em! I could sense your potential!” She grinned so wide that her eyes squinted shut. “I’ve gotta show you my patron some day. You’ll be glad you’ve got someone as cool as Joe at your back!” Oros stood up and walked to Emily’s side of the table. “What a chance encounter! What started with ruined toast ended with an unbelievable waffle! And I made a friend!” She extended her hand to Emily. “Thanks for the date. Next time we’ll go to my place. I’m something of a cook myself.”

“If you’ll have me, then I’d love to, Oros!” Emily beamed such a warm smile at Oros. To have made another friend, even if she didn’t make the best first impression, was a delight. But speaking of food, she needed to eat her own! She began to dig in as Jonald hopped down from the fridge.

”Goodbye.” A single word was all he granted before he left.

Danganronpa: Tower of Carnage (Finished!)

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BTW, the answer to Monokuma's question is not "Junko."

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

”Didn’t I just post?”

— Nuncio

Nuncio’s stats

Age: 24/12 | Gender: Male/Male | Beast
Anatomy Doll | Regeneration | Nu
Hammerspace Handbag, Mystic artifact, Training, Masculinity, Absolute direction
Retrieval, Subtle, Supplier, Mental Link | Clueless, Alien Mind, Formless

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

STR: 05 | AGI: 05 | VIT: 09 | MAG: 20 | LCK: 07

Despite the frighting pace that all the political intrigue was unfolding at, Nuncio found the time to reflect on last weeks posts.

What had bothered Nuncio about the exchange between Dina and Penny was that it made him realize how frail leadership was around here. Yes, Nuncio had perhaps whipped the crowd into a frenzy, and it was probably a good thing Dina was around to quell things for the moment. But Dina had made it clear that she wanted Penny’s throne. Both the Mint and Beacon seemed to be having difficulty running their respective organizations without them erupting into a mutiny. Perhaps magical girls were too volatile to work along side each other. The ones that could were few and far between, which was all the more reason to stick to a small group. Regardless, things were at least going his way. He needed to talk to Amaryllis about this at some point. Preferably when Sammy wasn’t around to get jealous.

@twave

Nuncio didn’t get far into the crowd when a doll-like girl tugged at his pants leg, asking a simple question with an answer he didn’t feel like explaining. There was also the matter that Sammy could be anywhere now, and she generally frowned on him having positive interactions with other girls.

Still…

The plushy maker was taken back by the girl’s physique. She looked just like a doll, and was almost too small to be a real magical girl. Was it a minion of some sort? He doubted it. If only because in his dealings, such creatures weren’t capable of speaking, being curious, or anything of the sort.

”Short version, Penny’s breakin’ ties with Beacon.” A crowd of people was a horrible place to have a discussion. Even if the monster girls were starting to calm down, many were being as loud and obnoxious as they possibly could. ”You’ll get crushed down there. Here…” Nuncio picked up the doll and set her on Rosa’s back. The tiger groaned in response, but did little to protest her master’s wishes.

---

“Noble dark ant epiphany.”

— Aighorost

One of my responsibilities at work is to water the plants. I water them every day I am there, I give them fertilizer, I care for them. The water in our area is pretty bad, so we need to collect rain water to water the plants. This means there are several plastic containers out back that I use to fill watering cans. This water attracts mosquitoes and frogs, but I want to tell you about the time I caught some ants trying to get a drink.

First I knocked them into the bucket with a splash of water. Then I lowered a jug below the water’s surface. When the water surged into the empty jug, the ants followed suit. With less than a square inch of air left in the bottle, I put a cap on it and set the jug out in the sun. It was a “clear” plastic jug, so it did nothing to hold out the summer sun. This was the end of my work week, so I did not come back for several days. I put the ants out of my mind, sure that if they didn’t drown, they would boil.

When I did come back, I waited until lunch time to check up on the little bastards. To my surprise, a few of them were still moving. They had bounded themselves together in a giant spinning ant ball, with roughly half of them below the water, and half of them above. I poured them all out, and they landed on the hot pavement in a big blob. One by one, they frantically sputtered away from their torturer. But I wasn’t interested in them anymore. Not the live ones at least. I was eagerly waiting to see how many I had killed. The ball of ants got smaller and smaller, and do you know there wasn’t a single ant corpse?

So for three days, thirty-something ants managed to survive in a bottle of stagnant rainwater, while the sun threatened to cook them like an egg, and with a limited amount of oxygen. Ants are known to be good swimmers, and carpenter ants can survive being drowned for 14 days straight. But most ants can only survive 24 hours, and that’s in ideal conditions like colder water temperatures. They can slow their metabolism so that they take twenty times less oxygen as when they are sleeping, but warmer water makes this harder to maintain.

It was their teamwork that enabled them to survive. Had they not bound together and took turns sharing oxygen, I’m sure they would have perished. How fortunate that the ants in Penrose are incapable of teamwork. I’m not speaking of the magical girls, mind you…

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

”That last header quote was a little indecent, I'm sorry.”

— 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, Overcity Shift, 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
+48
STR: 21 | AGI: 21 | VIT: 21 | MAG: 20 | LCK: 19

Earnings this post: Zilch

Remaining: 1 Gold, 2 Silver, 0 Bronze
Total: 8 Gold, 130 Silver, 144 Bronze

Even if Mac couldn't be there with everyone, it was fun to watch their little interactions play out on her string. She almost wanted to be there with them, joining in on the conversation.

It was weird, really. Up untill a few weeks ago, Mac was fine with her solitary life. Maybe that was because it seemed like everything was normal. But now she was starting to realize how stunted her existence was. The happiest times she had experienced this year was the two times she went against her patron's orders. Maybe following fate wasn't the right course of action for her.

---

“Awww shit, nickaaaaahhh!”

— Su Fang

Su’s specs

Age: 50(?)/13 | Gender: Female/Female | Air | Uniform
Fists | Focused assault, Power of Friendship, Dread wings, Avenger | Boteg
Hammerspace handbag, Enhanced Transformation, Enhanced Outfit, Overcity Shift, Sorcery, Gifted, Ally(Nuncio)
Focused, Subtle, Mana font, Mental link, Mystic might, Former Familiar | Limited, Alien mind, Paranoid, Vendetta, Former Familiar
Dragon Scale Pendant, Ether staff

STR: 03 | AGI: 05 | VIT: 03 | MAG: 07 | LCK: 04

STR: 04 | AGI: 14 | VIT: 04 | MAG: 25 | LCK: 04

@PlatinumSkink@Ariamis@Card Captor@FamishedPants

When faced with the gigantic word wall above, all Su could do was listen and nod along with everything Mariette was saying. It was a lot to dump on someone who had more or less only been told about what was going on from a third party. But she got the basics. Stand by someone who has a key, and don’t get hurt.

When Justine’s apperance was announced, Su’s heart skipped a beat. Part of her wasn’t sure if any of this was real, but it did start to sound like Justine herself was showing up. Justine, and Beacon too. She had toyed with the idea of trying to befriend them, ally with them even. But if they were joining forces with Justine, then such an alliance could never be forged. Su could hardly believe that someone who considered themselves an agent of light would ever join hands with Justine, even if it was to overthrow another enemy of theirs. Of course in Su’s mind Mariette hadn’t caused nearly as many atrocities, making this entire arrangement even sillier.

Samantha’s message to Su and Helga wasn’t really necessary. Not to Su anyway. Though she could understand why the assassin would have reacted like that. She had brought Su and Helga along and was partially responsible for them. If Helga punched Mariette, it was something that Samantha had allowed to happen. No doubt that Veronica had given Samantha strict orders to keep Mariette safe.

“Likewise, I am responsible for Helga.” Su turned to her fellow manager. “Helga, I don’t know if I ever told you this, but Amber and I made a promise to look after Mariette.” A partial truth, it was all Su’s idea. But Amber agreed to it later, If begrudgingly. “She would not call us here if she was allied with Justine. You don’t have to trust her, but we do owe it to Samantha to give her the benefit of the doubt for now.”

Su looked at the other girls, and boy. “I can enchant objects with my magic, if anyone’s interested.” She pulled a stone out of her hammerspace handbag and ran her thumb along it. “I can store a spell inside an object that can then be released when its power word is spoken, or the object is struck with sufficient force. If such an enchantment interests you, step forward.”

I should just make a Su/Trixy combo banner, but I dun feel like it.

— Trixy

Trixy’s specs

Age: 30/14 | Gender: Male/Female | Wood | Skimpy
M107 | Duplication, Devour | Cradle
Flexibility, Hammer space Handbag, Training, Big Damn Hero, Eternal Style
Top Manager, Cradle Supply, Connected, Gifted artifact | Babysitter, Exposed, Penance
Devour, Devour

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

STR: 08 | AGI: 18 | VIT: 08 | MAG: 10 | LCK: 05

Trixy would have liked it if Sam had reciprocated with a hug of her own, if not something more. But it seemed Samantha wanted to personally see Trixy apologize with her own eyes. Trixy wasn’t so prideful that she would refrain from doing what she requested, but she haf already attempted to bring up the event with Mariette and was ignored. Trixy figured this was because Mariette had better things to do than worry about a non lethal attack that only hurt her because beacon was mucking things up (as usual), But perhaps there was some merit to ensuring Mariette knew she was sorry.

”Ah, yea, Mariette.” Trixy cleared her throat. ”As part of our preparation, I would really like to apologize for shooting at you. The intent was not to get you hurt, and I now realize that was not the best course of action in that situation.” She extended her hand. ”You don’t have to worry about me shooting at you again. From here on out, all of my bullets should be going away from you. And if they aren’t, it’s because I’m shooting at something behind you, or in front of you. Regardless, you probably aren’t going to get hit. I never miss.” She smiled, but Mariette could detect a lie at the tail end of her apology. ”Speaking of which, I shouldn’t have much difficulty firing through a snow storm. You can take me up.”

”Y’all gunna make me loose my cool, up in here, up in here.”

— Viridian

Suddenly, and without much warning, Someone shouted ”Lilola laclili lolaile!” and a giant radio tower erected itself on top of Mariette’s mansion.

”And now we know where they all are outside the mansion too!” Viridian was rather pleased with herself, and let everyone know it with her sly smile. ”Don’t mind me, I’m just a country bumpkin who’s gunna keep communications open. Y’all have fun knockin’ ‘em dead, ya hear?” After sighing, she looked at Mariette. ”Interestin’ how fate works. Umukamui crossed Veronica last week. Turns out he’s joined forces with the Mint and Beacon. Considerin’ you’re enemies of both of them, I’m not surprised he’s thrown his magical girl in with Justine’s lot. I might have to pay extra for Sakura’s elimination.” She looked to Lily. ”Well ain’t you a surprise! You lost a patron and yer back in the saddle already! Patrons don’t die too often, don’t be alarmed the news is making the rounds.” She giggled. ”I’m sorry, but I’m a nosy girl. You wouldn’t mind telling li’l ol’ me who you serve now, would you?”

Describe the person above you in three words or less.

Rps with me.

Danganronpa: Tower of Carnage (Finished!)

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