BrokenPromise

March of the White Rabbit: A Roll-Your-Own Magical Girl Roleplay

”That'll teach you to do things! Hah!”

— Tonya “Mac” Murphy IRON MOUSE

Tonya “Mac” Murphy

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

Magical Overload, Cradle Supply, Connected, Gifted Item (Aigorost) | Monstrous Form, Exposed, Mercy, Distrust
Redirected Magic, Second Specialization | Non-Standard Limbs, Destroyer

STR: 05 | AGI: 04 | VIT: 05 | MAG: 03 | LCK: 03
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STR: 20 | AGI: 20 | VIT: 20 | MAG: 20 | LCK: 20

Earnings this post: Zilch

Remaining: 8 Gold, 30 Silver, 39 Bronze
Total: 12 Gold, 162 Silver, 183 Bronze

Fried, baked, char-broiled or blackened, it didn’t really matter how Mac had her prey. Wolves weren’t picky eaters. So long as it was made of meat, they’d eat it. Mac was a magical wolf, and she only required magical sustenance. She used her tongue to clean the sawdust out of her teeth. Her regenerative powers should be working twofold now. While the harm to her body hadn’t been too severe, she did need to keep up mana levels if she was going to keep all of these spells going.

That is to say Mac was fine, but how would Iron Mouse react to this?

”Oh yea? Thanks to you too!” Iron Mouse hadn’t fared quite as well as Mac had. She was charred all over and had some burnt hay sticking out of her coat. There were even a few splinters if one cared to look close enough. ”How am I supposed to stylishly rip up the battlefield when I look like I fell down a chimney?” Annabelle No.3 had already turned her attention to the club soldiers of course.

But now there was a bit of a problem. Mac found herself without any additional orders, and several fronts to engage in. There were tons of people protecting the civilians already, and Annabelle No.3 was trigger happy and dull enough that she’d overwhelm the clubs with little issue. She’d only get hit a second time hanging around her. Assisting Penny was unnecessary to all of her patrons goals, and she hadn’t received word if she should engage Lily or not. What was Mac to do?

While she wondered, Beacon arrived.

Beacon’s arrival raised several questions. They had been slow to arrive, and did so with the help of… Oh god no. Not her, not again. It was too soon for Mac and MDP to meet again. It was all too much and Mac looked into her sword for answers.

“Wonderland has acknowledged our announcement to give aid to the civilians.” Ishtar answered, though she averted her eyes. “As long as you carry symbols of Beacon on your person and don’t engage the enemy you have diplomatic immunity. However, should Wonderland ignore our treaty and stage a direct attack on you…” She sighed. “...You are permitted to defend yourselves. However, I sincerely hope it won’t come to that.”

Really now? Did Beacon truly believe that if they kept their hands folded that Wonderland would keep to themselves? That was just one more reason Mac couldn’t stand the lot of them. You’d think a group that was run by the Ascendancy would be a bit more preemptive with Wonderland. But Beacon did so love its lip service. Aglobal, nay, multidimentional entity like Beacon had no reason to stand by while the innocent were harmed. Fortunately, this was a state of affairs that Mac could deal with.

Iron Mouse, blackened as she was, dug into the ground. But she wouldn’t surface for some time.

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@Crusader Lord@Shifter_Master@Flamelord

Maybe the Beacon girls spilled out of the vehicle, maybe they drove towards their destination, but as they moved towards their objective they would spot a familiar girl behind them.

An old recruit seemed to have returned to beacon. Suwako Makiyoshi looked just as tired and glum as the last time they saw her. Her small body was shorter than her bow, even when considering the height of her horns.

Anyone who had been around Penrose Beacon long enough would remember her calm demeanor. She wasn’t above getting flustered, but she was mellow for a rookie and you really needed to search her face to find out what she was thinking. Right now her brow was crossed. It wasn’t enough to wrinkle the skin on her forehead, but it was just enough to show she was annoyed. Her fiery gaze was cast on the destruction before her. More importantly though, she had her bowstring pulled back. The arrow she was preparing to fire was the size of a man.

“This goes against the Beacon code. How can we stand aside while these raiders pillage the homes of the innocent?“ The beacon crest on her kimono glimmered as she let loose her arrow. The arrow’s girth was larger than some trees, and could be more easily compared to a battering ram than a nimble arrow. It flew into the club soldiers near Lil and Alex and smashed them back. It didn’t slow up and instead kept going, going deeper and deeper into their ranks.

Of course, Alicia’s eyes saw something else. Suwako was not there at all, and everything from her voice to the arrow was an illusion. Though the arrow was fake, it was masking a gravity spell that pushed everything in front of it.

“Don’t be timid! Get the civilians out and reclaim their home!” The illusion of Suwako charged towards the frey. “For the people! For Beacon! For the cardinal!”

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"Oh santa baby, hurry down the chimney tonight!"

— Chloe Irving

Sure, Al was an intimidating guy. But after a short conversation, Chloe had gone from having her life threatened to being paid. She’d sigh in relief if she hadn’t already anticipated this outcome. But as far as Chloe’s plans went, that was a mere bump in the road. It really wasn’t in the Mint’s best interest to kill her. Chloe slipped the envelope into her jacket.

"Pleasure doing business." She pushed herself off of Al. Partially because she didn’t want to be covered in cigar ash, but also because leaning against men was not really her thing. Aurora was at least cute enough to warrant her attention. But Al? " I agree I’m not Marilyn Monroe. She died young. That’s not something I plan to do. Though you might become James Dean if you’re not careful." Chloe leaned up against the wall beside Al, though she made no attempt to look at him. Across from them was a dingy wall. Just some old brickwork that was long overdue for a pressure washing. No windows, and it had been graffitied one too many times. Not by anyone with artistic talent either.

"Penrose isn’t a simple place, you know? Not like it was months ago." She smiled and tipped her head back. "I was excited for it all! I could terrorize people with my ghosts, poison my patron, flirt with Penny, mess around with Beacon girls. The world truly was our oyster. Of course there was always a horror or two waiting in the wings, but that was just a backdrop, curtains on the edge of the stage." She closed her eyes and reminisce before looking back at Al. "And now? The ascendancy is out in full force, Wonderland’s forces are drawing closer, there isn’t a whole lot one can do on their own anymore. But the Mint doesn’t care about your setbacks. I mean, they’re the type of organization that would threaten you with death if you needed to unexpectedly leave. They might even approach you in some dark alleyway and threaten you with death!" She leaned her head against Al’s arm. "Even Elvis would have difficulty pleasing the Mint. I can’t imagine the situation is making them very happy. They value control and knowledge above all else, and I can’t say you’ve been a shining example of that recently." She quickly raised her hands. "Not that it’s your fault of course! You don’t get to choose who you recruit, nor do you decide when the next big bad arrives. The Mint doesn’t let just anyone become a coin broker. They must have had faith in you to give you a crack at Penrose. But that’s just comforting words, isn’t it? It doesn’t matter how long you work for them, we’re all just tools, even the mighty brokers." She looked up at Al. "But there’s a way out of this for you. Maybe you have an agent that’s proven they’ve got moxy. That they’ve got the skills to lead others and get the job done. Give them a promotion, let them handle Penrose, and you can wash your hands of this. Worst case scenario, that agent gets killed and you’re out an agent. Best case scenario, that agent turned coin broker owes you a pretty big favor." Chloe looked at her nails. "Saving your rear is wholly something I have the power to do. Don’t get me wrong, it won’t be easy, but I understand Penrose and its people better than you and any of the other knuckleheads under you." With a hop, she left her disguised form and turned into her magical self. This gave her enough of a boost to reach Al’s shoulder. She hung off of his arm while looking into his eyes. "Come on, Al. You gotta know when to fold them, but with me you can go all in."

The Storm Cycle: Reclamation

”That tree looks spoopy.”

— Luana Roycroft

_{@Rune_Alchemist@Crimson Paladin}

Catch up reactions

Luana tipped her head when Ethelred placed his hands on the side of his head. ”You’re going to cover your ears? But isn’t your helmet in the way?” She shrugged her shoulders. ”Well, suit yourself.”

Her head snapped over to Lugh when he snatched the ear plugs out of her hand. ”Yea, something’s better than nothing, isn’t it?”

Luana continued to mimic her fellow knights’ behavior. Though it was difficult to do from the back. Ethelred was wearing a helmet, and the earplugs prevented her from hearing him well. Elnith wasn’t any more helpful. Her billowing hair made her face impossible to read. Lugh might have been a safe person to mimic, but his short stature and bushy scalp also obscured his face from Luana’s position. Was pulling your hair back out of style? Did obscuring your face give some advantage when fighting the enemy? Were thick bangs just “in” this year? She could make an exception for Ethelred and Elnith because one was wearing a noggin protector and the other was a woman. But little Lugh had no reason to grow out his hair like that. Though if it grew out enough, maybe it would cover his ears and he could pretend to be a plant. He’d need to dye it a bit, but it was workable. Maybe it was okay that he was growing his hair like that.

Still didn’t help Luana’s case.

It didn’t take Luana a moment to know that there was something up with that tree. Her imagination immediately got to work thinking of nightmare scenarios. They walk into the tree, one at a time, and a series of blades come out of the walls and dice them up. Or maybe the tree would draw them in and then crush them with a single chomp. Perhaps the trunk of the tree ran deep into the earth where a great beast waited to devour them. Her grip tightened on her spear. Her lips closed. Her brow furrowed.

”You’re going down!”

She charged to the front of the group and hurled her spear into the air. Poets would write about the speed of her throw, or how it cut through the air, but it was on par for an experienced spear thrower. Unless the tree moved, the spear would continue its arc and smack into the trunk.

The Storm Cycle: Reclamation

”I was not pinged, probably because of the earplugs.”

— Luana Roycroft

_{@Rune_Alchemist@Crimson Paladin}

Luana had mostly been addressing Ethelred, but the other knight and squire found time to interject with their own comments. If she heard Lugh comment on her beauty she made no attempt to acknowledge it. Elnith managed to catch the druid’s attention when she asked about her teacher.

”No!” She practically shouted her response. ”I mean, maybe? Possibly? I don’t know.” She hugged her spear against her side. ”Ever since I started my quest to find an elf, I’ve spent a lot of time in forests. Living in them, hunting in them, and once you become the forest’s friend, it starts to talk to you!” She held her chin. ”Or that was what I had assumed. Maybe the whispered instructions of the forest were actually a Tuatha who took interest in me. Maybe a distant admirer? But then why wouldn’t they approach? Oh, maybe it was an elf!”

But dreaming of such fantasies would have to wait.She offered makeshift earplugs to each of the knights.

”Oh yea! I should have known you were too cool for that sort of thing.” Her grin got just a bit bigger. ”You’re still not the coolest one here though.” Lugh’s refusal seemed to hurt her more, as she almost looked concerned. ”Really? I mean, your ear canal can’t be that wide, right?” She shrugged and grabbed a hold of her stocking. ”I think I’ve got some more material here to shave off.”

But she wouldn’t have time. Birds started to fall out of the sky, and Luana’s new companions were drawn towards something. Cloth ear plugs weren’t the best, but they seemed to do their job. She gave the knights a quick glance before correcting her posture and resting her spear on her shoulder.

”I’ll keep us safe.”

She remained behind the knights, ready to mirror their behavior. Their mark might know where they were, but had they anticipated one of them would be immune to their charms?

The Storm Cycle: Reclamation

”Totally didn't retroactively change my banner.”

— Luana Roycroft

_{@Rune_Alchemist@Crimson Paladin}

”The queen…” The druid’s smile relaxed as Ethelred introduced himself and explained the situation. But once he asked her to do the same, her smile returned. ”Oh, I don’t know if I’d quite call myself a druid. I haven’t had much practice with magic. I’ve been a hunter far longer than a druid.But since we’re all on a first name basis, why don’t you call me Luana?” She nodded, as if affirming an approval Ethelred had yet to give. ”As for why I’m here, I really just wanted to see some elves. I don’t know if there are any here, but I thought there were a lot of Unseelie. I mean, logically, you’d have to assume they are sort of related. Legends tell of times when elves protected the fey, so there has to be a chance the fey here know where the elves are, right? Right? Of course I’m right! And that also means our interests sort of align, don’t they? Different mysteries with the same common thread.” She rubbed her chin with a hum. ”I’d better come with you. You might actually find your mark if I stick with you.”

Luana opened up one of her pouches and pulled out a handkerchief. It was a dull red and quite old, and wasn’t difficult for her to cut one of the corners off. She twirled the corner with her fingers and stuck it in her ear. ”Your mark is a shrewd one. They won’t come out and fight us while we’re at full strength. They like to subdue their targets, maybe divide them up.” She cut off a few more strips and rolled them up. ”I wouldn’t take a chance with that song either. If we can avoid hearing it, we should tune it out.” Once she finished making a second pair of earplugs, she tossed them to Ethelred. The cloth froze in his hand as the heat escaped as white mist. ”Then again, maybe some of us should be able to hear the song.”

Once Luana had filled her ears, and made any more ear plugs that were requested of her, She stood up straight. ”If you want to lead the way, sir knight, I’ll keep an eye on our back. Just uh, someone give me a poke if something happens. I can’t promise I’ll hear anything unless you’re loud enough.”

The Storm Cycle: Reclamation

Hermit

Luana Roycroft

Forrest Hermit

Age 24 | Female | 5'10

Appearance

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Abilities

Hunter's Spear Mastery

Luana is capable with a spear in her hands. She's been using them since she was old enough to hunt and has become proficient in their use. Years of hunts have honed her body, but her athletic prowess is very much in the realm of what a human could normally achieve. She can reliably hold off common ruffians, but she'll need to get creative to overcome foes with enhanced strength.

Endless Eclipse

A nigh-indestructible spear head that's as broad as her arm. The spear head sparkles like the night sky, but its twinkle is overpowered by sunlight. The spear itself is short (as long as she is tall) but is light and compact enough to be useful in a forest. While the spear head is strong, the shaft is made out of wood and isn't any stronger than a standard spear shaft. The spear's real special ability is to let it's wielder divine information. If they thirst, they can see the location of a pond. If they are hunting someone, they need only think their name to see their location. The visions that Endless Eclipse shows Luana are not accompanied by sound, and it can be difficult to discern something's location if Luana is not familiar with the area. As an example, she could easily see that a bandit hideout resides within a cave, but might have difficulty discerning where the cave was located if there weren't other hints to go by.

Druid Craft

Anyone who spends that much time in the wilderness is bound to learn how to control it. Luana has two primary uses for her druid craft. The first is that she can turn into any animal she has seen so long is it's no larger than a bear or smaller than a house cat. Any injury she sustains in an animal form will carry over to her real one when she turns back. She can also give herself small animal traits, such as gills for breathing underwater or light sensitive eyes for dark vision. She can only give herself one of these features at a time. The second aspect of her druid craft is the ability to manipulate plant growth. Vines can spiral out of control in seconds, and acorns can grow into fully fledged trees in minutes. While animal shapes are easy to maintain, plant growth requires quite a bit of concentration, especially if it's being used for more than a few seconds at a time. She does carry a few acorns and vine seeds on herself should she find herself out of the wilderness.

Survival

Luana knows her way around the wilderness. She knows what's safe to eat and what's poisonous, how to track animals, and the best plants to make antivenoms and salves out of. Even out of the forest, she usually carries a few vials to use in a pinch. But Luana is hardly an alchemist. Her antivenoms are good against most venomous attacks, but are too feeble to treat magical poisons. Salves and the like can stem bleeding and aid recovery, but won't instantly heal a wound.

History

Elves are content to live their entire lives in Lymensari forest, but most humans wouldn't dream of it.

Ever since her parents told her about the betrayed god, she's had a desire to see an elf. Surely they looked more fantastic than any of those scary formorian fellows. Though at such a young age, she wasn't sure how to go about completing such a task. When you were only 6, no one took you too seriously. Sure, there were some boys her age that promised to show her some elves if she married them. Another claimed to be an elf in disguise. That was fascinating, but it was becoming more and more apparent that if Luana was going to see an elf, it was going to have to be something she did herself.

Her desire to see elves shaped a lot of her childhood decisions. Luana spent a lot of time at the outfitters trying to understand how everything worked. What was essential for a trip or what made for the best hunting knife. Her parents refused to buy her anything that might help her run away from home, but they would buy her books that she liked. She read about all kinds of wildlife and plants.

As she got older, her freedoms grew. Her knowledge about the local wildlife made her an asset during hunting expeditions. She insisted on being armed just like the guys, and trained with them extensively. When she wasn't training or hunting, she was practicing other skills. Most girls sewed clothes, but Luana was learning how to sew up wounds and make salves out of the local plant life.

One day the hunting party got a bit too eager while chasing a boar. The frenzied hunters were unaware of how deep into the wood the boar had taken them. The trees were getting thick, but surely a wounded boar wouldn't be that much trouble. And they were right. But the forest was home to many creatures, most more dangerous than a common boar.

What insued was a slaughter.

The hunting spears did little to the creature's hide, and it was famished. The thick forest didn't impede its movement, and a single swing of its tail could break a tree, let alone the bones of the hunters. Everyone was running for their lives. Luana's thirst for adventure had been sated, and her only thought was that she had to survive. The hunting party split up, knowing that this creature was impossible to outrun. Better a few of them perish than all of them. Luana was not lucky enough to avoid the creature's gaze.

She should have died. She was weaker than the other hunters and less experienced to boot. But be it luck or intervention, the creature was felled by a single stroke. A comet fell from the sky and split the creature's head in two. Though what appeared to be a comet had actually been a mighty spear. This was the first time Luana had set her eyes on Endless Eclipse. But what really caught her attention were the silhouettes that must have belonged to her saviors. They must have been elves, but she was too tired to move or talk. They moved deeper into the forest before she could recover. But the spear had been left for her. With the spear in her hands, Luana felt she had little to fear from the forest. She needed to find those elves, and was determined to remain until she saw them.

She got no closer to finding the elves, but the spear revealed its origins to her in a series of dreams. It was an artifact that belonged to a god named Aigorost that resided among the stars. It was too weak to do much, but had been watching Luana for a while and decided to bestow its boon on her in her time of need. This emboldened her, and she had decided that she would not leave the forest before finding the elves. Before long she became a hermit. Her local village spread rumors about a wild spear maiden, but non suspected it could be Luana. She didn't need books anymore. Her spear could show her whatever she wanted to see.

But it couldn't show her what those silhouettes were.

After a few years, and out of the blue, Luana tried asking her spear for some direction. Just the vague request of where she needed to go. And the spear showed her a queen with hair as radiant as the sun. In truth, Luana had no desire to give up her search for those shades, but her spears answer had her interest piqued. She set out to find this queen on the same day.

But she'd need to stop by the outfitters. She'd been wearing the same clothes for some time now.

Anything Else

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The Storm Cycle: Reclamation

_{@Rune_Alchemist@Crimson Paladin}

And why not feel something was afoot?

Even if one chose to rule the cat’s position as a coincidence, it was still an unusual sight. Small cats like this were ill suited for the forest, often preferring to remain hidden from their many predators. The last place you’d expect to see a cat was perched on a tree branch. Even if Ethelred didn’t know much about wildlife, it must have seemed unusual that it hadn’t run off yet. Instead it looked back at him, its large eyes staring at his frigid helm.

It seemed content to do nothing. Its tail wagged side to side as the knight and feline continued their staring competition. But it did not remain this way for long.

”The talking ice block wants to know what I am?”

The cat’s form shifted. Its form grew taller, its shoulders spread apart along with its hips. Fur gave way to cloth and flesh, and the feline’s diamond shaped pupils turned round. In a matter of seconds, the cat had turned into a woman.

Braided red hair, eyes some shade between sapphire and emerald. They say that the clothes make the person, but it was hard to tell much about this woman by how she dressed. Her shirt and pants were short like an entertainer might wear, but she also had an ugly belt pouch that served some practical use. She wore lots of jeweled accessories, but her boots and gloves were well used. A bandit would have been more discreet, a commoner less so Which meant...

”I’m a human, of course! One who practices druidcraft.”

A human with a very large, very ominous looking spear. It’s grim appearance was a stark contrast to the woman’s lighthearted personality. She hopped off the tree branch and landed at the base of the tree.

”You’ve got a Tuatha kid, the most sinister looking sword woman I’ve ever seen, and you look like some crony a wizard would use to guard his tower. Yea, like, an ice golem or something.” She placed a hand on her hip and kept her spear pointed in the air. ”You still think i’m the weird one? The fuzzy eared kid must have excellent PR skills if he can get you two around without frightening entire cities. I dunno what you’re paying him, but its not enough.” Her grin got just a bit wider. ”So aside from slaying plants and accosting the local wildlife, what are you doing out here?”

Symphony of Espers

That probably would have been an okay post if I wasn't writing it on Christmas, but here we are.

Thanks again everyone. You'll be the first to know when I decide to fire up Symphony On High, the unofficial name Symphony of Espers part 2. I mean, it'll probably just get turned into an acronym. Wait! That's not true, it would be an initialism. I know when people type out SoE they don't pronounce it "soy," even if that's pretty meme. But yea, pretty sure Symphony On High is just going to get called SoH or "sow" by everyone. Damn kids these days can't type out anything longer than five letters. I blame their smart phones and their texting. Back in my day we used telephones for talking. You couldn't take them with you, but they never ran out of batteries!

I suppose that's enough for a ramble. Enjoy the rest of your holiday.

Symphony of Espers

It took Fritzi a moment to return to the convoy of assault vehicles. By this time, the second behemoth had fled and the remaining agents were recovering from the battle. The damage that had been dealt to the convoy was minimal, but this was unsurprising given she had only been away for a moment. Yet there was something off. Something wrong, even more so than the dark sky.

"You were able to hold out." Fritzi approached one of the drivers.

”Barely.“ He said between breaths.

She looked around. "Where did Binky go?"

”Last I saw her, she was on one of the vans. It suddenly sped up and drove into a wall. Then the sky got dark, and…“

Fritzi turned to look down the street. Sure enough, one of the vans had crashed into a wall. She stepped over to it and inspected the wreckage. The wall above the van had been smashed in, which could have been caused by Binky if she was riding on top of it. But that was the thing. But with all the damage there were no bodies. There wasn't even any blood at the sight of the crash. This entire operation had been going for several minutes now. With Binky’s transformation lasting seconds at best...

"We need to find them."

”What if that thing shows up again? We're not a match for that thing.“

Fritzi pinched the bridge of her nose. Though once she lowered her hand, she had a subtle grin on her face. "Alright, we’ll withdraw for now."

”I’ll radio the others.“

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Jacqueline watched over a daughter as she grieved.

Gemini agents withdrew from a massacre, thralls in tow.

A mad esper moved to avenge a friend with an agent hot on her trails.

But where did this leave Sharr?

The former Gemini researcher had approached the straight jacketed woman. She was keeping her distance though. Jacqueline was in the vicinity and would likely take notice of her doing anything to the girl. Moreover, she didn’t think Veronica would be gone for long. In all the years they had worked together, she had always been insistent on handling things like this herself. Since they last spoke, at least. Unless one of the agents were supposed to be watching her, in which case they were doing a pretty shit job.

The bald, restrained woman was starting to wake up. In truth, Sharr had little interest in her. She had mostly shown up to speak with Fritzi, but a curiosity like this could at least pass the time until the aforementioned came back.

”Hey there, sleepy head.” Sharr kept her distance from the woman. ”Care to explain what just happened?” The woman only looked up at Sharr from her position on the floor and blinked. ”Please don’t tell me you’ve forgotten how to talk?”

”I can talk just fine.“ She pulled the harp closer to herself and winced. ”Nnngh! I feel like I just woke up, and maybe fell down a flight of stairs.“

”Not too off the mark, actually.” With a huff, Sharr placed her hands on her hips. ”But alright, lets start with something easy.” She placed a hand on her chest. ”I’m Sharr. Who might you be?”

”I’m Faith.“

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Ashley did her best to keep up with Oros. Fortunately neither of them had much mana left, but the mad esper’s raw speed was above and beyond most other espers. Still soaked in blood, black blade drawn, she blazed a trail towards her target.

Ashley was slower, but not stupid. Even if she couldn’t catch up to Oros, she probably contacted them and let them know she was coming. It didn’t matter though. More than power, she had experience. Their years of training were nothing to her decades of experience. It would take a miracle to save that little bastard from her.

She could hear them coming. Oros waited behind the corner of the building, and then she struck! The blood soaked esper leapt out of the darkness with her sword drawn.

”Merry Christmas, ya filthy animals!"

That last part was a joke. We'll pick this up again next year. Maybe. Sometime.

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March of the White Rabbit: A Roll-Your-Own Magical Girl Roleplay

”Three rounds in and I’m already done with that shit.”

— Tonya “Mac” Murphy IRON MOUSE

Tonya “Mac” Murphy

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

Magical Overload, Cradle Supply, Connected, Gifted Item (Aigorost) | Monstrous Form, Exposed, Mercy, Distrust
Redirected Magic, Second Specialization | Non-Standard Limbs, Destroyer

STR: 05 | AGI: 04 | VIT: 05 | MAG: 03 | LCK: 03
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STR: 20 | AGI: 20 | VIT: 20 | MAG: 20 | LCK: 20

Earnings this post: Zilch

Remaining: 8 Gold, 30 Silver, 39 Bronze
Total: 12 Gold, 162 Silver, 183 Bronze

@Ponn@Majoras End

Mac didn’t feel bad about talking to her superior the way she did. It was all in good fun, he sort of deserved it, and he was competent enough that he wouldn’t make that mistake again. What did have Mac a little upset was that somehow, she hadn’t noticed the arm of a metal giant coming at her. A normal magical girl’s elbow was one thing, but a giant? Something this big? Clearly she had been getting way too into character. Having a talk mid-battle was never a good idea. But hey, she took that blow like a champ and got away with a broken rib.

The ground’s rapid approach was more troubling.

But only if you couldn’t control gravity.

The real issue with slamming into the ground was the sudden stop. Even a more gradual stop had its risks and wouldn’t be comfortable with a broken rib. Thus, Mac opted to create a gravity well above and ahead of herself. Instead of flying towards the ground, gravity would pull her up enough to the point she was soaring over it. From there, the gravity well moved with her. Air resistance would slow her down over time. But that wasn’t going to help her very much. Mac wanted to heal up, and Iron Mouse wanted to dish out some damage. Her regeneration helped with that, but it wasn;’t enough. She wanted to eat something. She could borrow through the tin man with some effort, but with that curse would it even be worth it? She just had to rely on Finn to take care of the hearts. For now, she’d eat something a bit softer. Maybe something closer to wood or straw.

The scarecrow.

Gaia was doing a good job of keeping it busy, and it also seemed to be drawing in magical power to feed itself. There was a risk of some crossfire happening, but Mac liked her chances here. She was already moving pretty fast. She just had to hit the scarecrow before anyone else did.

”Behold! I, Iron Mouse, sha-”

Better just leave the mouth open for now.

She reached out with both of her hands and grabbed onto the scarecrow’s peg-leg. She swung on it like an olympic gymnast going for gold on the high bar. Only there was a key difference. Rather than doing a sick triple flip and sticking the landing, Mac bit down on the corrupted creature’s leg. Her hands were getting hot from all the friction, but her teeth were sawing into the straw man on all sides. Against a mouse or a wolf, it was a bad day to be a stick.