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3 mos ago
Everybody wants that fire IC but nobody wants to GM it.
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11 mos ago
If you're roleplaying with your only friends, you're roleplaying with your best friends.
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2 yrs ago
I think to sell someone on an interest check, it's really important to seem enthusiastic about your own idea. That means writing more than a single sentence to attract potential players.
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3 yrs ago
The virgin "My post was so bad it killed the RP!" VS the chad "My post was so good it concluded the RP."
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Bio


W I T H R I G H T E O U S H A N D S





Did you know that Dante's inferno is called a divine comedy because things work out for the protagonist? Back in the day, the only two genres were comedy and drama. The only difference was that in a comedy, the protagonist is better off at the end, and a drama is the opposite. So that's why a story about going through hell can still be considered a comedy, even if it's not funny.

Name:
Broken Promise, BP, Boss

Age:
Old enough to know better, too young to care. (that is to say 30's)

Preferred RPs:
I Prefer to make my own, but will occasionally join something if it looks interesting. I'll join just about anything so long as it isn’t overly edgy/sweet, though it's rare for me to do. I don't do 1x1s too often either.

Preferred Roles:
I tend to play adorable characters everyone wants to befriend or proper assholes everyone wants to stay away from. I try not to play moral paragons or prime evils.

RP Conquests:
I've completed quite a few RP's off site, but most of them are on private forums or have simply been lost to the ravages of server crashes. As for stuff here, I'm sure everyone who sees me post in the off topic sections has seen me find an excuse to talk about Danganronpa: Tower of Carnage. It's a project that took over 4 years to complete and I feel pride not only for myself but all the wonderful people who helped make it enjoyable during its run. Re: Zero: The High Council Is technically my first, but it was just something I kind of took over and ended up ending the story after just six months. It finished, but eh...

Last RP I finished was Symphony of Espers which turned out pretty good.

RP's in progress:
For some reason I can't seem to stay away from Ari's magical girl RP, even if I'm not sure why I'm still in it.

As for my own projects, I'm doing Symphony on High to continue the gigachad adventures of the espers in Pax Septimus.

RP Graveyard:
I've been pretty fortunate on this forum. I think I joined one when I first came on the site that didn't really do anything, and there are a few 1x1 things that didn't go anywhere. It's disappointing when an RP ends before it can be finished, but I've come to look at them as learning experiences.

And then there's that london magical girl RP, and that dark magical girl RP. I think I'm done joining magical girl RPs for a while.

Other interests:
Videos
I watch a lot of educational videos on youtube. Usually as research for something I’m writing or purely because a topic interests me. I like channels like Tier Zoo and Daryl Talks Games, and I’ll also watch things like Critical Drinker or Literature Devil to deepen my understanding of story telling. Though I also like memes and jokes, to which I’ll find myself watching stuff like Sseth, but usually find myself surfing through meme videos. I gotta work on that.

Games
I have a rather long history of playing virtually every platformer to come into existence during the indie boom, as well as quite a few other indie games. I’ve played Meatboy, Binding of Issac, Gunvolt, Cuphead, Princess Remedy in a World of Hurt, Classic Metroid, Warcraft 3, Final Fantasy 7,8, and 14, Left 4 Dead, Shantae, Celeste, Danganronpa, God Eater, the list goes on. What I’ve played is kind of all over the place. I don’t play many games these days, I tend to pick things that look interesting and go on a decent steam sale.

Painting Minis
I do this in moderation. Otherwise, it's a pretty expensive hobby to start...

Music
I listen to everything, save most country/rap songs. I have too many favorites to name.

Personality:
Not one to take life or the internet too seriously. Is only serious about writing well and having a good time.

People to Insult:
Dalton is a Dingus.

Most Recent Posts



"Tim! Don’t do anything silly! It’s shark week number 6!"

— Dan Daggernose


With the frantic situation being what it was, no one was able to act. Ashley asked a question, which the shark man ignored as he ran for the beach. Rika, too, was too confused to do much more than question what she had narrowly escaped. And the rest were struggling with an invisible enemy that they couldn’t see or were too far away to do anything about.

Kidd hadn’t said much while everything was going on. But he was there, tracing a circle in the sand. It couldn’t have been more than three feet wide, but he had traced it around himself and was starting to add lines. The sand even glowed a bit under his finger.

Before the invisible purple menace could do anything, he turned his head to the approaching parties. There were a lot of them, and it didn’t take a genius to understand that he would be at a disadvantage out here in the open like this. Especially since he had just been surrounded. Though only he knew that, and so they shoved Jack towards Mika and ran towards the invisible ramp.

"Hmph!" Mika braced as Jack stumbled into her, but they both bounced harmlessly away from one another.

Then, suddenly, it showed up for everyone. The crate’s cloaking field wore off. The sea began to fill up with trash and the sand lost its luster. The next gentle waves of the sea brought fresh pollution onto the otherwise clean beach. The ball pit, volleyball nets, tables filled with food, it all vanished in an instant. Even the crisp blue sky greyed over as was common in the cold November weather. But it wasn’t all bad. Everyone’s beachwear glowed intensely, and then in a flash, turned back to their original forms. This was the same for the espers’ instruments, and Iris noticed her giant corn dog sword had turned back into an odachi.

"Hmm." She stopped running mid sprint to examine her body. "Did something happen?"

Indeed it did, though no one would be entirely sure what. Alice leaned out of the doorway and was able to confirm what she suspected; that everything had turned back to as it once was. Unfortunately, this was also something that the purple astronaut was more than willing to take advantage of. No sooner did she stick her head out of the open doorway did the space fairing man coil a tentacle around her neck. He pulled her in close, and stopped at the top of the ramp.

"Right on time." The purple alien hissed.

By this point, Dan had arrived at the foot of the ramp. "Tim! What is this all about? Why are you outside?" He waved his orange arms at the beach. "Everyone was enjoying themselves, it was working!"

"Working?" Tim scoffed. "Firstly, I despise that name. Why don’t you call me 'ॐ🙰🙕' as you did before you discovered the specimens?" With a growl, a spear grew in his opposing hand, which he pointed at Alice’s neck. "Or are you willing to forget our culture to adapt to theirs?"

"Look, it’s not that hard!" Dan sighed. "I talked to some other aliens who came here. They uh, they said…"

"That if you acted as they did, they would allow you to experiment on them? Hah!" His body swelled up, and he grew several inches taller. "If you insist on being nice to them, then why not be honest? Tell them what you want to do to them, ‘Dan.’ Tell them about the machines you want to run them through, how you’d like to strap them down, how you plan on probing each and every one of them until there is nothing left to discover."

Dan’s jaw trembled. "Uh… That, is…"

"We cannot afford to play around here!" Tim was getting angrier as he spoke. "While you set up resorts and play house with the specimens, our kind drifts closer to extinction! We are not gifted with time. We do not have months to save our race, we may not even have weeks!"

Alice rolled her eyes. "Honestly, I'm disappointed in the both of you!" She finally spoked up, despite being held hostage. "You could've been direct in your dilemma and sought the Mavericks out for help. Or hell, even GEMINI might've been willing to spare some of their tech! Even if it was just to get you out of dodge as soon as possible. But no, you had to go kidnap people, antagonizing the very humans and monsters that could've been willing!" Dan was just a distraction, to them and himself, and Tim was here to speed up the process that was taking too long. "Though I will commend the fact that you made me take so long to find the root of this anomaly, your operation hasn’t been entirely sloppy. But I'm afraid things must progress. And you're currently in the way of progress."

Alice hears the chattering of the lonely lunatic....

Don’t talk too much! His musk is powerful! And STANKY!


"Ain’t as sloppy as you think, babe." The horned alien turned to look at Alice. "While I disagree with my colleague’s way of doing things, it did let me pick off your strongest first. The only people who are left are on this beach, and I knew the last bit was always going to be the hardest to snatch up. But now that the causality field generator’s down for the count, I guess we commence the experiments now… On everyone." The tip of Tim’s spear turned into a face conforming suction cup with too many tendrils to count lingering inside of it. He thrust it over Alice’s face, but she vanished from sight, only to reappear at the end of the ramp. Tim stood upright, and then the ship shook.

Two openings on top of the crate-shaped spacecraft opened up. A pair of bulbous jelly shapes popped out of the holes. They were filled with long black cuboids that floated inside of them. But once they were ready, they assembled into something resembling turrets. They took aim and fired on the approaching mavericks. Neon green bolts of plasma cut through the air.

Two more such blobs popped out of the floor beside Tim and began firing on everyone near the opening of the ship. This put Mika and Jack directly in their crossfire.

Then Tim pointed at Bionca and waved his hand into the ship, before stepping inside himself. She looked between the ship and Rika before standing up.

"Yea, I don’t know what’s going on either…" Now armed with her gear, she drew a frying pan and swung it at the back of the dazed esper’s head.


"It’s happening!"

— Suki Oyama


October was here. As spooky as Halloween could be, Oros doubted anything would top Black Gate and her wicked nightmare inducing monkeys. But that was okay. In Japan, Halloween wasn’t some kid’s holiday where people got razor laced candy from strangers. It was an excuse for adults to dress up, get drunk, and do something that would land them in jail. She doubted any of her peers could really appreciate the holiday like she could, which was the correct way.

But she hadn’t called a club meeting to talk about that.

Speaking of club meetings, this one was being hosted in the attic of that mansion Rei had tried to snag. It wasn’t theirs yet, but only good girls concerned themselves with the laws of man. Oros had it on good authority that classes would be starting here as early as next week. And while that information wasn’t known by all members of the club, it also wasn’t especially important. Oros only knew because Bast had told her, and she was no more trustworthy than Pinocchio.

Nothing had been done to the attic to make it livable, as it wasn’t really their space yet. It was very much a space to store things in that had no concern for how it looked or felt. Some wood planks had been nailed in place to make the floor strong, but it wasn’t pretty. Every step made a creaking sound, and cobwebs lingered in every corner. There were some cardboard boxes that held things in storage, and they had all been recently opened. Most of it was old documentation for taxes, but one of the boxes contained a stack of Fun Men magazines. Someone had recently flipped through them all, as there was very little dust on that particular box. Nor was there any dust in front of it, as if someone had a coughing fit and suddenly fell to the ground. Otherwise, a few boxes had been arranged side by side to make a center table of sorts, which was about the right height for a kneeling height table. There were only three sources of light in the attic. Once was an uncovered lightbulb that cast a warm orange glow, and the others were the windows at either end. They were as tall as the attic was and had a frame that divided up the glass like a pizza. During the day, the light coming in from the windows was so bright the old lightbulb wasn’t necessary.

Most everyone had shown up, save for the usual suspects. Rei was always absent from these meetings, and Willow was only there half the time. And when she did show up, she kept herself hidden until she chose to reveal herself. This would do.

"So uh, we gotta hunt giga miseria now, I guess." After a pause, Oros added. "And it can’t be in Hibusa town." With a sigh, she added another statement. "And the GEMS are still hanging around. Outside of Hibusa, which makes doing anything nearby sorta risky. So we need to get them to go away, or go really, really far away for our miseria hunting."


"Huh…"

— Iris Silk



The time for discussion had ended, something was afoot.

Iris closed her eyes and brushed aside her hair, and one of her illusion penetrating eyes gazed at the picnic table. It did not seem that there was anything amiss, at least not hidden. She then closed that eye and looked at the picnic area with her magic detecting eye, only to observe that the area was saturated in multiple layers of magic. In particular, she was able to witness Nina’s melody devour whatever foul magic the creature was wreathed in. The fog horn sound it made only caused the spider woman to squint her brow.

"Hmmm…"

The table had been cleared, it seemed, and her fellow mavericks were running towards the coast. There didn’t seem to be any reason to keep the table cleared, so she kept pace with her companions. Though it seemed the squid was able to outpace them both.



"Oh shit whaddup?"

— Bionca Herrmann, Knight of Tonight



Bionca sat up and shook the sand off of her arms. Things were developing rapidly, and it was a bit much to take in. First the girl she was playing with was throwing balls at her, then she was getting possessed by a poltergeist, and now she was teleporting across the beach. She realized she was mentally calling her a girl, but that was because only children had the kind of demonic energy to bolt around so fast.

But now Rika was in front of her, which was good. Because Bionca didn’t feel like chasing her all over the beach. She picked up a beach ball that had rolled into her ankle and bounced it off of the girl’s head. "Tag!"



"On the fifth week of shark-mass my true love gave to me…"

— Dan Daggernose


Dan laughed. "Oh, I wouldn’t tell that to just anyone! But I can tell a good egg when I see one!" He passed the ball back again. "You can really access the spaceship anyway. I haven’t said where it was, and even if you found the generator you probably wouldn’t know it. So don’t worry about that! I’m not that silly. Also, are you…" Though it was clear that Marrie was distracted by something, and it wasn’t long before it also caught the attention of the host. The beach ball harmlessly bounced off of his head without notice. He held up a finger to Marrie. "One moment, please!" Dan took off towards the coast. "Tim! Stop!"



"Mondays are for Mika."

— Mika Fang, Cerberus



Mika hadn’t just distanced herself from everyone to avoid annoying interactions. This wasn’t the first time someone kidnapped a GEMINI agent, and the last time it happened, they had been brainwashed and served as a mole. Wittingly or not, someone here was causing the kidnappings, and it was easier to analyze everything when you weren’t being hounded by everyone. So she closed her eyes and attempted to tap into this Mad World power she had only used a few times before.

Mika has a premonition...

What you seek is close in distance but far in skill. Feuding warriors of purple and orange hues and shapeless bodies will bar your path. They are powerful, but they pose a greater risk to the innocent than you.

Of those you don’t know, the wild freelancer is your best bet. Though none of the others mean you any true harm. Not at this time, at least.

Join them on the beach, and you will be closer to what you seek.

But be quick, time is not on your side.


When Mika opened her eyes, she could see that quite a bit was going on. She was oblivious to the large horned man, but for those that could see him, he looked rather confused when his capture was replaced by a cluster of cables. This didn’t stop his feet from moving, which continued to run towards the coast.

Though Mika was able to see the effect of Ashley’s attack with far more clarity. A hardlight beach towel coiled around the creature’s invisible legs and attempted to pin him in place. It tugged on its restraint a few times, and then appeared to slip out of the towel as it collapsed to the ground. Those gifted with illusion detection would see that the purple creature was able to distort its body like jelly, and slipped away once it distorted itself enough to do so. This wasn’t quite enough to let Nina or Nukkelina catch up, but Scypho could. It was just unfortunate she didn’t know exactly where they were. It had been beneficial to Jack though, who would make a beeline for the ship before the purple alien could reach them.

Though as they neared the ship, Jack would soon realize that it was far bigger than she initially thought. She could see that the crate-shaped ship was as wide as the beach was, at least as far as what her glasses would let her see. It looked small at a distance because of the range of her glasses. It was unlikely that she could destroy it with a single attack, but it would be worthwhile to test her theory about Dan’s magic, surely?

The pool gun (or squirt noodle) came down hard on her target. The ship didn’t budge, and the toy didn’t break. Her instrument bounced off of the hull like a hammer might a naked anvil. While the instrument kept its shape and was just as unbreakable as before, there was an unknown variable in Jack’s test. She didn’t know how durable the hull of the ship was, and couldn’t say that her instrument was as strong as it once was. Not without a shadow of doubt, at least.

The horned astronaut had caught up. He reached out, and his arm split apart into a myriad of tendrils. They coiled around the pool gun and threatened to slide over her wrists.

Of course Mika hadn’t just been watching. She gave herself a short boost into the action and ran straight for Jack’s position.



"Better know what we’re doing, Asto."

— Alice Mason



Alice was able to slip inside the ship unimpeded. It probably looked strange to the onlookers to see a swimsuit clad woman run up an invisible ramp and disappear ten feet up in the air. Those that had some form of illusion detection would see the ship for what it was, and that Alice had disappeared inside it. As for Alice though, she no longer needed anything to observe her surroundings, which had become quite alien.

The majority of Alice’s surroundings were quite dark. Most everything was made out of black geometric shapes. Everything was flat or edged without a single curve in sight. Cuboid stalactites hung from the ceiling, and their downward facing plane put out a smattering of soft neon light. The floor was smooth, and while it seemed to be made of square tiles, they fit together so perfectly that one couldn’t fit their fingernail between the cracks. The walls were uneven, but just as geometric as the ceiling. An uneven surface of cubes. The smallest one was an inch across, with the largest being a foot wide. They were quite glossy, but only some of the edges caught the light coming from overhead.

Alice hears the chattering of the lonely lunatic....

Keep looking. Someone has to be hiding in here.


At least the pathways were spacious. If everyone were to board the ship they could walk side to side and not touch the walls. More concerning were the number of pathways. Ten seconds of walking brought Alice to an intersection. Then ten seconds later she found another one. Things were going to get confusing if she went too deep without a plan.

Though even at this depth of the ship, she was able to spot what looked like something important. It was a massive shape that looked like a cluster of cubes, but it was about three times as big as a refrigerator. Also, it glowed a faint green color, which highlighted it as something particularly important.

Alice hears the chattering of the lonely lunatic....

The mastermind must be hiding inside there.


"Hmm…" Now how was she going to approach this? Does she knock? Can she even knock, or would it just phase through her hand?? Alice glanced down at the water gun in her hand as she mulled over her options.



She raised it up and nonchalantly fired it at the cluster.

The water splashed all over the strange cubic crystal. While it initially appeared to have no effect, the sound of electricity arcing could be heard deep inside. The outside flickered and smoked, until it went out.

Alice hears the chattering of the lonely lunatic....

You’d think alien tech would be more durable than that.


While not much had changed inside…

"Ah. Sorry about your tech!" Why Alice was apologizing, not even she knew. She stepped closer to the cluster, feeling around for any way she could pop the sucker open, pry it if she must. "You should really look into getting your shit upgraded, not sure what you’re trying to pull by kidnapping an esper in a public area, but I’d expect a little bit more, y’know?"

The cubes were held together strong, but Alice was able to pry them apart. But it was tough, like the entire thing was held together with tar. Though prying the cubes apart did not reveal anything inside. There were only more cubes, and they were arcing fiercely now that Alice had pried them apart. A bolt of electricity leapt out of the device and struck her in the chest, rolling her across the floor.

The pillar of cubes caught fire. Chunks of the thing arced and popped off as molten blobs. Then with a crack, the pillar split in half and dumped its contents onto the floor, which was just more cubes. They were red hot, but cooled in the ship’s interior quickly.

Then Alice noticed that her outfit was starting to glitch out, and was now back to her normal self.

Alice hears the chattering of the lonely lunatic....

My bad.


No worries, our quarry’s just elsewhere then. Alice pushed herself back onto her feet, dusting her dress off.

…Wait a second!

Her eyes shot open as she looked over herself, her guns. Actual guns. Yeah, whatever she did to that cluster managed to break the pacifistic magic’s hold on her. "Fuck yes, back in business!" Alice grinned. But wait, was it just her, or had she…?

She had to check. Giving one more glance to what remained of the pillar, Alice began her rush back out of the ship.


"I don’t think you understand the gravity of the situation."

— Isra Mahmud


Despite Isra’s rapid response to Penny’s attack, it wasn’t fast enough. In the time it took to escape from between the smashed cars and swing at Penny’s limbs, the Iron queen had given herself planetary mass, erected a barrier, and even had the time to ask a casual question about Osirus’s nature. The gravity was so intense in fact that Osirus’s attack was drawn towards the shield rather than its intended target. Not that it would have mattered as Penny was able to convert her steel limbs into lightning at will. Certainly, Penny had earned her reputation as a fearsome opponent.

"I like gold boxes." was all Osirus could manage in response. She hadn’t paid too much attention in college and most of the finer details of her magical form were handled by Nykannis’s systems. But if she had her choice of box, she’d take a gold box over a black box or a blue box any day of the week. Though she wasn’t sure why Penny was asking this. It didn’t seem to have any strategic value, which was why she offered her opponent a response.

Some sort of counter was coming, so Osirus instinctively deployed her Synthetic Weaponized Ancillary Robotic Minions, which was just a cluster of nanite scarabs that formed a glistening shield in front of her palm. The Scorpion of Destruction wasn’t without its own mechanisms, however. It and Penny were one in the same of a fashion, minus the scorpion’s much lower protagonist power. It used its own gravity magic to anchor itself into the ground, but still found itself sliding forwards. Though that would soon become far less of a problem once Osirus’s tail slammed into Penny’s tower shield.

Gravity suddenly reversed, pushing away from Penny rather than towards her. Osiris deployed her Self-Contained Aerial Refractive Aether Booster and hard light construct wings opened up behind her. She rode the concussive force backwards as her shield was pelted with shrapnel and all manner of mysterious substances. Though her Supplementary Powered Implementation Devices for Enemy Removal deployed just a fraction after impact, and a tendril coiled itself around Penny’s leg. Osiris wasn’t just flying backwards now, she was swinging around Penny, riding with, then against the massive gravity flux to get behind Penny.

Unfortunately, there wasn’t much the Scorpion of Destruction could do to cheat its way out of a clobbering. It reached out with its massive claws in an attempt to grab Penny’s massive hammer before it did anything. But if events thus far were anything to go by, this hammer was more than met the eye…



"Leave the sneaking to me, please."

— Oriko Ishii, Oros the Swift


As fun as it was to bounce from spirit to spirit, there were some other things that she should probably be doing. Her eyes tracked Madness as she soared under her, and then she flicked her pupils towards Savage, who looked like she was being fed all the ammo she could possibly eat. Clearly, something needed to be done.

So she flew to their position. Oracle may have been gone, but the moth dust that they had all been coated in persisted. It was fortunate too, because the planetary gravity flux would have been harder to deal with if she wasn’t in a position to give gravity the bird. She moved swiftly as was her namesake, but attempted to remain above their notice. Equally swift were her sword strikes. If one kept a close eye on her, one might assume she was punching from her scabbard. But these were actually extremely fast sword strikes that caused the air around the biorids to open up, only to slam closed with frightening force.



"I don’t know my own strength I guess!"

— Amber Bianchi, Oros the Shrewd


"Artificial chemicals are no way to retain a healthy physique!"

The attack was stronger than Shrewd had intended, but she wasn’t going to shed any tears for the robot. They were robots after all, disposable, numerous…

Oh right.

Amber was breaking a sweat with this one, yet her opponent was casually talking about roleplaying while attacking ferociously enough to kill a mortal man. "I do funny voices. In fact, I’m doing one right now." She pulled a T-bone steak out of her backpack and chucked it at the martial artist. The lightning struck it mid-air and cooked it instantly before it slapped into her face. "Taste natural protein!" A food processor popped up from under her foot and she began to toss things into it, and occasionally at her opponent. Potatoes, onions, and more carrots flew her way "If you don’t like carrots, it’s simple enough to make a smoothie or stew where they are more edible!" After tossing several items into the processor, she stepped on a peddle coming out of her backpack and it turned on. But this was just some preparation to kill time while she quaffed a potion. Yes, while Shrewd had a small body, her nimble fingers were always doing multiple things at once. In the flurry of fast moves she had dropped her frying pan on top of her pack where she stood.

Though with the fluctuation in gravity ripping past them, Amber nearly soared off towards her opponent. She locked her foot on one of her backpack’s straps, and her other one pinned her pan to the surface. But the pitcher that rested on the food processor detached, and it and the stew-smoothie soared towards Stacy’s face.



Lord Talus’s monster could use an aspirin right now.

— Oros the Savage


The trio honed their aim on their adversary's forehead, paying little mind to Madness’s approach. It extended its arm, and a massive black spear slid out of its arm. Or it was a spear. Now Savage’s Endless Eclipse looked like a giant cleaver the length of the monster’s arm. Seeing what happened when Madness tried to cut through their hair, it instead attempted to bisect the biorids. Though that single desperate attack would be the only thing Savage could do before something rang out of her skull.

*CRACK*

Savage stumbled backwards as the last of the rounds ripped through its body. It emitted a noise, but didn’t have the capacity to form it into anything legible. Then it fell backwards into its own gore as Oriko’s slashes happened all around her assassins. The change in gravity rocking the battlefield caused Savage’s body to roll under a nearby car, which rolled over its back before being shoved folwards again.



"Bad touch!"

— Lada, Oros the Inventive


Before the banter about metal food could continue, the close proximity between the two fighters closed in. In truth, she had no idea what this Stacy’s powerset was, but figured anyone who toted around a chainsaw likely wasn’t someone you wanted reaching for your face. She braced for impact, possibly closing her eyes (not that anyone would notice) and then paint was blasted all over her face. But as the thick, bright-pink-gunk dripped down her chin, so did something else. Spreading just a bit faster than the messy paint was a cloud of metallic particles.

Lada’s hair was rather impractical for someone who wanted to see, which was why she always kept some nanomachines hidden behind her bangs to redirect light and give her perfect 20/20 vision. They dropped onto her face as soon as Stacy’s palm strike came in.

The haft of her ax came apart and covered the rest of her body before a drop of the pink gunk could get on her. With a swing of her arm, the head of the ax attached itself to her wrist and melded into her form. It looked like Inventive’s entire body had been covered in a flexible metal plating, and it had. The metallic, partially painted Lada turned to look at Stacy. While looking out of her "eye" was no longer an option, she could technically view what was happening through any of her nanomachines.

"That didn’t taste too ba-" The sudden shift in gravity threw Lada into the chainsaw maniac, only for it to suddenly reverse and throw her onto her back. But not without taking Stacy to the ground with her. Lada sat upright, causing Stacy to sit up with her. "Hey, got any other colors?"



"SO YOU’RE SAYIN’ THERE’S A CHANCE!?!?!?!"

— Suki Oyama, Oros the Joyful


Stitch ‘Em Up Stacy could pull back her head as much as she liked, but it didn’t change the fact that she was more or less bridal carrying Joy. That, and she had her arms wrapped around her neck. The room left to maneuver was only going to shrink once the tentacles came out. What did stop Joy’s advances was something she said. While her face was only an inch away from the nurse, she stopped. Her expression became wide eyed and serious.

"Y-you want to get to know me better?!"

Joy’s nose hemorrhaged again, and no mere fingers, even enhanced zombie fingers, could stem the flow.



"I’m really glad I can fly."

— Mika, Oros the Wise


"And you know how to keep a girl off of hers!" Was Wisdom’s response to the zombie girl that was spinning her right round baby right round like a record baby. While Stacy’s counter was brief, and sent wisdom into the heavens, that was all her clone needed to open up with an attack. They polymorphed into a sharkenbear (a grizzly with sharks for its frontmost arms) and lunged forward. All three of its maws opened up to howl a war cry before descending on her.

Wisdom, meanwhile, flew straight for the trampoline-clone, which just looked like a normal trampoline with her face stretched across it. Its legs grew and it angled itself just so to receive the flying counselor. She landed on the trampoline feet first, and when she sprung off of it, she absorbed her clone as she rocketed into the air.

With the clones above her being unimpeded by the inaccurate portal strikes, they swooped up and consumed Storm Witch Stacy and Stacy Stitches whole. Wisdom’s arms joined the masses of toothy flesh, and nearly all of her clones had become one with her.

"Hello!"

Wisdom was aware that attacking Cyberslime Stacy directly was futile. One did not physically stress something such as her. She needed to be mentally stressed to be properly dealt with. So her head turned into a megaphone and blasted her and Staceella with its discordant whales. "Everything you think is crazy cool is actually crazy lame." The reverberating digitized voice sounded like it belonged to a manager that had been working his job at least twenty years longer than he should have. "Boardgames suck, your music sucks, and Ramona legitimately hates you. Your only useful to people because you can be easily manipulated." Wisdom hovered in the air as the weird pink balls of teeth continued to churn their their prey, likely no better protected from the eldrich megaphone than the other stacys. Wisdom was unaffected by the gravity fluctuations thanks to the moth dust she had covered herself in.



"You’re not the only one that likes to eat!"

— Thalia Alvoy, Oros of Shock and Awe


As it turned out, shooting her sausage rounds at her bodiless opponent only managed to destroy the carnage sisters while leaving her opponent perfectly fine, despite being under the influence of a major software virus.Thus-

"YOU CUNT!"




"B@B’s MOONBREAKER RAILGUN FIRES ANTI-BATTLESHIP ARMOR PIERCING ROUNDS! THERE’s NO FUCKING WAY THAT THE UNSHIELDED BRITTLE BODIES OF THE CARNAGE SISTERS COULD DO ANYTHING TO STOP THE ROUNDS FROM LANDING! EVEN IF THEY COULD, SCYLLA’S MASSIVE HULL COULDN’T BE FULLY COVERED BY THREE HUMAN SIZED ANDROIDS! THERE WOULDN’T BE ENOUGH ROOM FOR A PILOT OTHERWISE! YOU’RE AS DUMB AS A BOX OF HORSE SHOES! YOU EAT GLITTER FOR BREAKFAST! YOU SMELL LIKE OLD SHOES YOU FUCKING CUUUUUUUNT!"


…So maybe the rounds did hit, but the size difference between the Framewerks was still too great. Scylla held its shape, and the shock from the attacks was enough to vaporize the carnage sisters clinging to the outside of the hull. Steel rained down on either size of the mechanical head.

Thalia wasn’t sure why her opponent had stopped moving, but knew that this would be her last chance to do anything significant to her toothly opponent.

"It’s time to serve our hungry friend the full course. Every color of the proverbial breakfast rainbow. A rainbow…In the dark toast!"

After that horrible pun, B@B transformed back into its normal form and unleashed a barrage of attacks like only half the cast of the RP she didn’t get into she could. A concentrated beam of Arklight Thunder knocked Scylla’s systems completely offline, flushing Monika out of system memory and effectively deleting her. Then she blasted another pair of tarts at the hungry titan, followed by two tungsten cylinders. This was followed by her Moonbreaker Sausage cannon. Then she was prepared to deliver the coup de gras, the mother of all deathblows, when she spun her craft like a top. The plug became supercharged as it, along with B@B fell from the heavens like the fist of an angry god.

Then Penny’s gravity flux got in the way. And while being pulled towards Penny was something she could easily correct for, Thallia had a much harder time correcting for the sudden shove into the two remaining towers. Which, in a stroke of very bad luck, happened to have rooms exploding in them on her approach.

"FUCK!"

As maneuverable as Breakfast at Brittany’s was, it was hard to account for a global shift in gravity. Though such a light Framwerk didn’t need to be bitten or exploded to have it’s hull compromised. B@B was spinning like a top, and wasn’t going to deliver that sweet finisher that it looked like it was going for. In fact, it looked like B@B was in a literal death spiral. It was fortunate then that B@B had a targeting system and a cockpit stabilization system that kept everything stable regardless of what the exterior of the ship was doing.

"Targeted ejection!"

Typically, the point of abandoning ship is to get to safety so that one could live to fight another day. But when you were a clone of a legendary Framewerk pilot, you did things a little differently. B@B blew apart into two separate halves, dumping the fluid that surrounded the central cockpit and launching it straight at Thalia’s opponent. Mid-flight, that too split in half, sending the almost naked pilot straight towards Scylla. The massive Carbonox sword on her shoulder hissed and the Stake Driver quick draw mechanism activated.

"HAYYYYAAAHHHHHH!"

With a single empowered swing, Thallia managed to cut through Scylla’s damaged hull and open up the cockpit. She soared straight past Shark Tooth Stacy and slammed into the back of her cramped cockpit. Normally such a hard landing would cripple a normal human, but Thalia’s extra engineered body saw that the back end of the craft took far more abuse than she did.

"My back… My back…" She slid down the rear most wall onto her feet, and just barely got her hand up in time to catch a jar of eyes. She looked at it, gave it a shake, and then turned to Saw Tooth Stacy. "Oh, wow." Her eyebrows raised. "The loudspeakers really didn’t do you justice." She used her thumb to pop open the jar.



"Don’t talk to me or my waifu ever again!"

— Davis Gallo, Oros the Conqueror


Davis could give a shit about what some vagrant in a ruined steel skull was babbling about, or a gravity flux that tossed him around a little bit. His beautiful building however, the pinnacle of everything he had achieved, the one thing that would one day make her immortal…

Between the mecha fights and the targeted attack from the flying zombies, the remaining two arms of the tower collapsed. Without the center most rooms, the upper floors fell onto the lower ones and crushed everything flat. When the dust settled, there was only a heep of rubble. Davis sunk to his knees, and after taking in the sight of his dreams smashed against the earth, he threw his fist at the ground.

"God damn CUNT!" He punched the ground with his other fist. While he was Infinite Conquest, there was only so much a perfect setup could do against such reckless idiocy. His opponents were numerous and impractical, and did not move in predictable ways. But that didn’t mean Davis was out. Something that he must have realized, as he chuckled darkly and rose to his feet.

"Idiots! Fools!" He pointed at everyone around himself. "Did you think I would design something that could be so easily destroyed? The most important facilities, the death traps and my hollowed projects, are safely underground!" He turned to the mass of rubble and threw up his hands. "It’s time, Alice Parker! Rise from your Grave!"

The dirt in front of davis stirred, then a trio of metallic hands clawed their way out of the ground. In the darkness of the earth, a single neon eye opened and locked onto the mastermind’s face.

"Davis, My love!" It shrieked, and it’s digging quickened.



"I’m ahead!"

"Get off thou high horse!"

"IT’S ANOTHER ONE!"

"I see no reason to tolerate this stupidity any longer."

— Alexandria & Willow & Geina & Kyra, Carnage Sisters


Alexandria was beheaded.

Willow was thrown from her horse.

Geina was as well.

With a sigh, Kyra snapped her fingers. The metal steed she was riding transformed into a giant turret particle cannon. Complete with several scopes and some very cool neon tubes that glowed ominously.

"Statistics showed this was going to be necessary 95% of the time."

She flipped backwards off of the turret, and it fired a wide beam on annihilation at the four Stacys and what remained of the carnage sisters. The gravity flux had little effect on the turret, as it was rooted to the ground, though Kyra’s footing was destabilized by the surge.



"Time to get in character."

— Mika, Oros the Mad


Should Oros have paid more attention to their sheets?

That was one of the questions that was going through Madness’s head as she soared through the air. The answer was a resounding no, however. In the end it was her voice, in a battle filled with missiles, lasers, and explosions, that had given away her position. In truth running simulations for this fight had been rather tedious. There were too many strong targets and she could barely get herself to retain anything about them. That, and this world had not been known for its consistency or reason. A feature that she found just as charming as she did aggravating. Though with that issue addressed, Madness had to ask herself a second question: Did she give a shit about anything that was going on? This was not one she could answer right away. On paper it sounded like a yes. When it had been explained to her, it also sounded like a yes. But as training continued and the day of the event came around, flies had started to show up in the ointment.

A battle between her and Penny would have been amusing, she supposed, but she had already done that once. Technically this Madness was just a clone, but her endless eclipse gave her a sort of connection to all others, even the one in Violet’s dream. Too much had changed for a fight between the two juggernauts to be worth anything. Madness had just been one of many opponents that had avoided a sound beating from the iron queen, but could never do any lasting harm to Penny. In truth, Madness was a very small part of what was going on right now. She was just one of several Oros, who were just one of several chess pieces at Nykannis’s disposal, who were fighting several Stacy people and not even interacting with Penny in any meaningful way. Somehow, Madness had become an unwitting pawn in some sadistic play.

But in the end, she was the one who got to move her piece around.

As she soared towards the ultra bright beam of Kyra’s annihilation cannon, she had many avenues of escape. She could activate her hit invincibility, transform into her stronger form and tank the blow, though using her moth dust covered body to alter course would have likely been the most conservative choice.

But Oros did none of those.

"Adios, muchachos!"

Oros did nothing to protect herself, and soared directly into the particle cannon’s beam. Her body disintegrated instantly. Though her instrument flew from her disintegrated waist and buried itself in Kyra’s head while she was staggered, and the android collapsed on the spot.

The turret still fired, however.
"Avoid responsibility no more!"



"Who are you and what did you do with the Suki?"


Roche was a busy girl. Between her relationship, managing both the track club and detention club, and figuring out how to contend with the looming threat of both Ashbringer and the GEMS was enough to leave anyone feeling drained. When she did have a moment to herself, it was often squandered thinking about how to handle all the other problems she had on her plate. At present, she was laying on her bed looking at the ceiling.

There was a knock on her apartment door. One would forgive Roche for acting with caution. There was no telling who it could be, and yet it wouldn’t do to leave the thing unanswered. Fortunately, her door did come with a door viewer. Likely a holdover from whoever lived here last. When Roche looked through it, she could see Suki’s distorted eye with just enough other details to know it was her.

Swallowing a sigh of resignation that her home was growing increasingly frequented by others, Roche wasted no time in opening the door. Though she’d slept like the dead following the Giga Miseria’s fall, it was only a drop in the bucket compared to what she’d lost in her worrying and the building signs of fatigue only sharpened the look she sent at Suki.

"I half expected you to forget this place. Come on in." Beckoning Suki to follow after she came to a well used coffee maker, the smell of brew heavy in the air and it was clear at a glance that it wasn’t the first pot she’d had brewing that morning. She poured out two mugs and favored Suki with a glance over the rim.

"You tired of running away, or is this about Michi?"

The delinquent hadn’t stepped past the threshold of the door. While Suki was the one to knock, seemingly of her own volition, her brow was stitched together. "Avoiding you isn’t the same as running away." She eyed the cup of coffee. "And I don’t plan on staying long." Her preferred method of caffeine acquisition was from soft drinks anyway. "Why would I talk to you about me-chi?"

"Suki, you’re…Whatever." Roche sagged, deciding she’d drink both if Suki was going to stand in the doorway. And seeing as she was rather distracted on that dream lunch of their’s, Roche wasn't going to offer up anything else damning. "Forget it."

"Yea, let’s do that." Suki placed her hands on her hips. "I wish I could flush all of that out of my head, but some things can’t be drunk away."

"Look, I promise I won’t touch you or raise my voice. Don’t have much of a voice to shout with anyhow, so tell me what you’re here for. There’s a dozen things I can point to so narrow it down for me."

"Well it’s funny you should mention that. Not touching me that is." She sighed. "I think out of everyone in this club, I like you the least. Hopefully that’s not too surprising." Her face softened. "But if we’re going to function as a team, the entire detention club. We all need to learn to work together. That means that you and I need to, you know, move past what happened. And I’m willing to make an effort to do that, but it’s not free." She pretended to hold a giant cannon and fired it. "You need to help someone else extend me the olive branch. Especially since it was at least seventy percent your fault."

The rule keeper gave a slow blink past her half drained mug, enraptured by the audacity of the girl in her doorway.

"Let’s not quibble on fault here. You aren’t my least favorite in the club, to be clear. Now, whose skirt are you trying to get under that you think you need my help?"

Suki sighed, rubbed the back of her head, and placed a closed fist on the frame of the door. "Yea, this was kind of a stupid idea." She stepped out of the doorway and made her way down the hall.

"Damn it- Hold on!" Roche bit out, nearly vaulting her counter to hasten after Suki. Bare feet slapped against the hall as she reached out and grasped Suki’s shoulder to halt her flight.

"You seem to love dishing out the teasing but can’t take a word of it back. Fine, I’m sorry for being snide. Tell me what you want, Suki." Her hand lingered for a moment longer before withdrawing to her side, the tanned girl’s expression conflicted out in the open halls.

Suki looked at her shoulder, then to Roche, before turning around to face her. "You uh, kinda just did what you said you weren’t gunna do." If Suki's delivery hadn’t been so deadpan, Roche might have suspected she was joking. But despite her eccentricities, it seemed like she was trying to be serious. "Anyway, it’s fine. I thought it was obvious, but I’m talking about Nyxia. She told me to give you what for and ever since she’s had it out for me. Meanwhile the two of you get along swimmingly." She rubbed her chin. "I was thinking we could go to the arcade together, you know, as an outing. Not a date, I don’t think any of us are interested in dating each other." She stressed that point. "But uh, yea, thought the three of us could go to the arcade. There’s a game or two I’d like to play again, and Sunshine doesn’t have the reflexes for fighters. Think you could try to get Nix on board?"

Having the decency to be abashed at so quickly going back on her word, Roche leaned against the wall and made a show of considering Suki’s request. The animosity Nyxia had was rather potent, and Suki had herself to blame considering the public fondling she gave Earthshaker before Nyxia’s own eyes.

"I can do it, though we’ll have to stay transformed. She’s not gonna be able to enjoy the arcade near as well in a wheelchair."

Not strictly a lie, but Roche didn’t think Norika would be willing even with Roche vouching for her. "She’d probably get a kick out of anything with light guns, but if it’s all of us she’d at least try the fighters."

Her brows furrowed, snowy hair crinkling with her words. "Is that all you want to bury whatever this is between us?"

"We need to be stronger." Suki folded her arms. "And things will work out better for us if we all work together. If you can manage that, then yea, I’m willing to leave the past in the past."

That…was a mature outlook coming from Suki. Roche would almost think she was charmed by someone if not for the rather obvious source of personal growth.

"Yeah, we will be. I hope Tsubomi knows how lucky she is to have you in her corner." With everything happening to their club’s resident pharmaceutical provider, it was no wonder Suki had a fire lit under her to improve. "I’ll get Nyxia on board, though we might need to find an arcade after hours."

"The one Sunshine and I go to is open crazy late, so that shouldn’t be a problem." She shoved her hands into her pockets. "Give me a ring when you’ve made some progress."

This time Roche let her depart in peace, already turning back to her open apartment. "Sure, won’t be long."





Suki is my favorite person in the whole world!

Waddaya mean you could tell Nyxia didn’t write this?

-Nyxia Torrentia, Neon Tempest of the Ultraviolet Rainbow


After a long day came the start of a Magical Girl’s work shift, the sun since set at her back as Earthshaker perched on the sill of Norika’s window and tapped gingerly on the glass.

She’d texted ahead and gave a time, not wanting to impose on the girl at her most vulnerable. Her face tensed, one arm curling over a tender rib as her skin carrier lingering bruises from their battle, Kicking my own ass certainly worked wonders, but damn if it isn’t slow to heal.

After a moment, Earthshaker would notice a subtle sign of movement in the darkened room, followed by a flash of teal light. A moment after that, and Nyxia was standing in front of the window.

"Thanks for not knocking too loudly," she told the Rule Keeper as she opened the window. "This thing just got replaced yesterday, and my parents would really start to get suspicious if it was shattered twice in less than a month." As it was, the story of possible burglars causing the first break-in had only been so easily accepted thanks to the servant staff having been knocked unconscious as well, although the fact that nothing had actually been stolen was as perplexing as it was relieving.

"I probably shouldn’t have been so reckless," the Neon Tempest conceded with a frown. "But I also couldn’t waste time with all those damn shadow monkeys everywhere… You know those fuckers actually invaded my house?"

"I’d take a vow of silence if it let me dodge your family." Earthshaker said softly, slipping into the familiar room, still wary even if no one could see or hear them. The carpets were plush and the floor solid, leaving them secure unless they started rearranging furniture.

"They came here? What was Black Gate playing at…" The reasoning eluded her, yet it was clear Black Gate’s actions brought the club together intentionally, and if she hadn’t done so then the battle with the Giga Miseria would have cost her more then aches and bruises.

"They were all over the whole damn city," Nyxia clarified. "And they weren’t alone. There was also a… a magical boy fighting them," she added. "And I think he might be my new tutor, who’s also a junior fucking detective, or some shit…"

Grunting as she slid that onto the back burner, the Rule Keeper crossed her arms to the Neon Tempest with her full attention.

"Nyxia, I’m going to ask you for a favor. If anything happens or you aren’t comfortable we can call it off, but it would mean a lot if you did this." Her chest swelled, drawing in a breath to steady herself. "Would you go to the arcade with me and Oros?"

Nyxia’s eyes widened, then narrowed. "Why? So she can perv on the two of us?" she asked skeptically.

Wincing in the face of Nyxia’s response, Roche exhaled softly. "Look, you got a terrible first impression of her, but I was also a complete bitch to start with. I’m not asking you to forget everything she’s done and said, but she…she genuinely cares for everyone in the club, and she wants to make things up to you. So, just the three of us, enjoying some late night arcade games. Worst case? She thrashes us at King of Fighters and we blow off steam stomping Miseria."

Nyxia was silent for a moment before sighing. "Fine… I guess I can give her a second chance," the Neon Tempest relented. "But if she tries to fuck with me, she’s gonna fucking regret it."

"She won’t. She really does want a second chance for you to get to know her. All I ask is you give her a chance and not let any….unease between me and her color your perceptions. The both of us are burying the hatchet, so to speak." Roche relented, hoping Nyxia would maintain her disinterest and not dig too deep into that.







The old arcade was partially closed late at night. Some of the older games were in locked up parts of the establishment, but the wonderful part about vending machines and arcade cabinets was that they didn’t need to be manned to function. You could drop by at the dead of night, have a soda, and play games until morning. Hibusa town may have been cursed, but it still managed a small town atmosphere. There was a camera set up to keep everyone honest with no other people around. Suki doubted the cameras even worked.

Suki didn’t have a lot of clothes, but today she was as dressed to the nines as she could possibly be. She was wearing her favorite clothes along with a tall, well-used jacket. It satisfied the requirements for the ten foot rule, but closer inspection would reveal it was fraying at the edges and had some patchwork done under the armpits. But Suki liked it because it was black with a plaid lining. Her hand was systematically reaching into her pocket for hundred yen notes to feed into an arcade machine. With each note that went in, the machine would rumble, flash some lights, and spit out an arcade token to play games. That was another thing Suki liked about this place; it was cheap.

After stocking up, she stepped outside and waited for the others to show up. Her heels bounced on the pavement as she hummed a tune to herself.

Earthshaker blinked from a rooftop across the street, peering down to see Suki wasn’t transformed, chain smoking, or looking like she was fresh out of bed. She hadn’t doubted Suki’s intention, perse, but she hadn’t expected her to put forth more effort than she did for a date.

Yet what caused her to look back at Nyxia with some worry was that it was Suki, and not Oros the Joyful.

"Would you be up for doing this as Norika?" Roche asked, stepping lightly off the ledge and alighting softly on the opposite sidewalk to Suki, her magical state fading to show she’d deigned to wear jeans and a puffer jacket to brace against the evening’s chill.

"I hope that’s your idea of a joke," Nyxia hissed as she landed beside Roche. "I don’t even want that sick freak to know my real name, let alone what I actually look like. Besides," she added with an annoyed scowl as she aggressively pointed her thumb at where Suki was standing. "I can barely move around without needing a cane or wheelchair when I’m like that. There’s no way in hell I’d leave myself so vulnerable with her nearby. I’m already gonna have nightmares just thinking about what kinda fucked up shit she’d try to pull…"

Not perfect but the city already had enough ghost stories. Two girls at an arcade with a ghostly third player was hardly noteworthy. "She wouldn’t do anything, and I wouldn’t let anyone else touch the wheelchair, but this is good too. Just means you can kick our butts at DDR."

Crossing over with a glance for late night traffic, she greeted Suki with a raised hand. "Yo. Hope you weren’t waiting long?"

"Nope!" Suki looked between Roche and Nyxia. First moving her entire body to look at them both, then shifting her eyes side to side. "So! The arcade here uses tokens. I uh, I bought a few in advance." She held out two little pouches. "There’s uh, if you keep ‘em in little bags, they’re harder to lose if you don’t have pockets, or your pockets have holes in them. So uh, here’s yours." She held one out for Roche and lowered it into her hand. "And uh, this one, is, yours." Suki waited patiently for Nyxia to reach out her hand, at which point she very slowly held out her token bag. She handled it with the amount of care one would a cherished heirloom or an unstable compound. Then she dropped the bag from several inches up.

For a moment, Nyxia just stared at the bag in her hand, then, forcing herself to look back up at Suki’s distinctly unappealing visage she said, "Thanks…" in an emotionless deadpan.

"Okay! That should keep us going for a while!" Suki turned around to enter the arcade. "So what does everyone like to play?"

"Something violent," Nyxia replied, still in that same flat deadpan she’d used to voice her appreciation for the coin bag.

"Perfect, I think I can see Time Crisis 2 inside." Roche swept in, gingerly guiding Nyxia inside with a hand on her shoulder as the other palmed her bag appreciatively. It was violent, flashy, involved a weapon in hand, and most importantly, was 2 player. "We’ve got enough coins for enough retries. You two can start and we can rotate out as people run out of lives."

Suki had opened her mouth to voice what she wanted to play, but her mouth just kind of hung open as Roche ushered Nyxia in front of the machine. As she took in the machine, her mouth closed slowly. "I haven’t even played Time Crisis One, I hope I understand the plot."

That was a funny joke, of course. Time Crisis 2 was a game Suki had played before. Suki had played lots of light gun games, as Tsubomi enjoyed playing them because they let her practice her aim. Something that made Time Crisis 2 different from a lot of light gun games was the cover mechanic. There was a peddle that the player could press with their foot to take cover. This was important to dodge rockets, but also worked to reload your weapon. Despite its age, there was also a lot of attention to detail. Both players had different screens, and they didn’t always show the same thing. Sometimes bosses would drift between the players, or fire on one player while leaving an opening for the other. But the reason why Suki liked it was because of how over the top it was. Especially the voice acting.

Though this game would be a lot different than the others she played because of who Suki was playing with. The cabinet for Time Crisis 2 was about as wide as two normal game cabinets shoved together. It was riveting because she never thought she’d get to stand this close to Nyxia. It was also harrowing, as the giant mega obliterator couldn’t exactly be folded up and put away. That, and Suki knew that Nyxia wouldn’t hesitate to use it. She hadn’t planned on touching Nyxia of course, but an accidental elbow or shoulder rub wasn’t impossible at this range.

Suki reached for her light gun, but hesitated. "Did you want to be player one or two? Player one gets a blue gun." And a red cabinet. The colors were reversed for player two.

"I don’t really care," Nyxia replied with a dismissive shrug. In truth, she’d never had much practice with light gun games, but she figured her skill with her precious Omega Obliterator, coupled with the superhuman reflexes of her magical girl form, would more than make up for her inexperience. And it would certainly allow her to perform better than a walking disaster area like the untransformed Suki. "Which one would you prefer?"

"You want me to pick!?" Her voice almost squeaked. She placed a hand on her chest and looked between the two guns. "I think I’ll be player two. Red’s my color." Suki drew out the red gun and examined it. Then, without looking, she chucked a token into the machine. "Do you guys play many arcade games?"

Nyxia rolled her eyes in response to Suki’s enthusiasm. "Not really," she replied in a disinterested tone. "Killing Miseria is a lot more enjoyable than any video game."

"I don’t usually have the time or money for them. There usually better with groups, anyhow." Roche chipped in, hovering to the side, one eye on the screen as the other kept track of the two playing. "Considering how open this place is at the dead of night, we could try bringing more of the club along."

Hanging out like that definitely felt like Light Girl behavior, but they did have Hizuki now so it could fly with the others.

"It could get in the way of miseria hunting though…" For dark magical girls, the night was the time to hunt. The only reason Suki had offered to play at this hour was because Roche made it sound like it worked better for Nyxia. "So uh, what have you guys been doing for fun then?" The first group of enemies started to show up. "I mean, you guys can’t just hunt miseria all the time, right?"

"What’s wrong with just hunting Miseria?" Nyxia inquired pointedly as she blasted several enemies in quick succession before ducking to reload, her aim and timing impeccable. "There’s nothing more satisfying than watching things that should never exist to begin with die screaming."

"Fun and I have a distant relationship, but I’ve been working on my cooking. And Nyxia has a….good book collection." The Rule Keeper winced, thinking that the game may have been too easy for Nyxia to properly enjoy, but if nothing else she wasn’t being reserved with her words.

Though she’d be damned before suggesting a shared cooking lesson after Suki’s attempt tried to kill the club.

"It’s not really possible to?" Suki took her time reloading. Games like this were made for human reflexes, and there really wasn’t much for Suki to shoot with Nyxia around. "I mean sure, now there might be miseria out, but they don’t come out earlier in the morning, or mid day, or even in the evening. Ya kinda need something to offset your time, right?" Normally Suki wouldn’t take her eyes off the screen, but with so few targets, it was relatively safe to look at Nyxia. "So what do you do when there’s nothing to kill?"

"I try to endure my shitty life while I wait until there is something," Nyxia bit back, her mouth twisted into an annoyed scowl. "Killing Miseria is the only thing I live for." There was also, of course, the reason why she killed them, but the Neon Tempest wasn’t about to tell Suki, of all people, something as deeply personal as that.

The delinquent stared at Nyxia a moment longer, blinked, and then returned her eyes to her own screen in time to shoot a hidden enemy. "A good book collection, you say?" Suki pivoted the conversation back to Roche, but still gave Nyxia glances on occasion.







In just over forty minutes, NeoDyne Industries’s evil plan had been thwarted. Time Crisis’s later levels were too hectic to talk much, which was further discouraged by Nyxia’s sour attitude and Suki’s unwillingness to prod her much more than she already had.

"I guess that was kinda fun," Nyxia conceded as she placed her gun back in its "holster."

"I don’t think I’ve ever won with such a low score." Suki was good at Time Crisis 2, but even she needed to use credits to get through the harder levels. She doubted she’d be able to beat Nyxia’s score as herself. That was probably going to top the leaderboards for a while. "Sorry you didn’t get to play Roche! Nyxia was way too good at killing everything, heh!" She sighed. "Um, so since Roche didn’t get to play anything, and we finished faster than I thought we would…" She pivoted to Roche. "Did you wanna play a match of Gearmantic Hearts with me? Then we can go hunt some miseria or something."

Even Roche was impressed with them clearing the game in one run, the accomplishment lost on Nyxia in her ire. Pushing off the cabinet she nodded at Suki’s suggestion, sliding in a coin as she took the stick in hand.

"Can’t say I’ll put up much of a challenge but I’ll give it my best."

Taking the Omega Obliterator from where it rested against the side of her T.C. 2 cabinet, Nyxia moved to stand near Gearmantic Hearts so she could watch the virtual duel unfold, fervently hoping that it wouldn’t devolve into a kissing contest like the last time she’d seen Roche challenge Suki.

"If you haven’t played before, you can just pick Penny Pinnacle. She’s really pretty and equally overpowered, heh!" A staple for most fighting game protagonists. Suki grabbed a joystick. "I’m gunna use Tsubotica!" The Moonoid Maiden was the game’s villain. She graced Suki’s side of the screen with a fine kimono, wearing her signature bunny mask. It was metallic and cold, even by the standards of a game where all the characters were robots. She hovered above the ground while her envoy, two moon rabbits and a saucer, floated to her sides and above her head respectively. She seemed to sit in the air, producing a fan and a pipe in the process. Tsubotica threw one leg over the other and proceeded to fan herself, occasionally taking a puff from her pipe. It was almost as if she was waiting for her opponent to arrive.

"I walked among those mortals unseen. Now I see all, illuminated by the moon from which I rule upon." The vileness spoke.

Suki’s eyes were locked on the screen, and a silly smile crossed her face.

"Aren’t the main antagonists the broken ones?"

"Maybe in the past, but most modern fighting games have boss versions of characters that you can’t normally play as." Tsubotica was like most villain characters in that she was known for being the hardest to play. A zoning character that performed her best at mid to long range in a game all about closing distances and comboing your opponent into oblivion. Her rabbits were notoriously hard to manage, and didn’t produce much damage. Most of her summons were designed to create openings for her ’Gold Gift’ special that charged up a special meter for her true strongest attack. Of course, damage wasn’t everything. A skilled Tsubotica player could lock down their opponent in moon rabbits and saucers without a need to deal big damage. Suki just really liked the aesthetic of a noble moon queen who used cute bunnies to fight for her. "She’s not bad, but Penny has a reputation for being pretty OP. Closest thing I can offer that feels like a handicap, heh!"

Unfamiliar with the roster, she deferred to Suki’s better judgement and chose the clear Protagonist choice. Even if the bright pink color scheme reminded her of a GEM, an alternate scheme splashed purple paint over the mecha maiden that was far more pleasing to the eye.

"Alright, which stage is Final Destination? Let’s keep it simple."

"The stages are really just window dressing. There’s no meaningful difference between them." But that didn’t mean that Suki didn’t have a preference. She slapped the arcade stick a few times until the Witch’s Tower was highlighted. It had to be a late game stage. It was dark out with a moon silhouetting a tower. "Alright! I can’t remember the last time I played!"



Marrywell’s Academy of Engineering was a scientific marvel. Technology had advanced to the point that it was comparable to magic. Steam, electricity, water, fire, and many other sources of energy could be used to power any kind of automaton that one could think of. The magic-like technological advancements of the Academy of Engineering were such that the pinnacle of the structure was called the Witch’s Tower. There was only one path in; a brick walkway that was narrow enough to constitute as a battleground for a two dimensional fight in a 3D space.

Tsubotica was near the tower. With an effortless flourish, she drew her pipe and took a single puff. Or maybe she was simply venting exhaust? The golden machine in an iron mask and silken robes looked over her shoulder. She had been followed. With princess-like grace, she spun in the air and faced her pursuer.

"It seems I’ve been followed." She stashed her pipe and drew her fan, which she immediately started to fan herself with. "If it isn’t the little droid that could, the last pebble at the end of the path." The fan closed. "I suppose you mean to stop me?"

"Like I could do anything less!" Penny Pinnacle boldly declared, coming upon the walkway and casting a finger towards the smoking machine. "Your senseless cruelty will come to an end today!"

As though at an unseen que the staring match between them was shattered with an explosive call to action, Penny Pinnacle flipping forward before crashing down in a diving kick.

In a flash, a moon rabbit dove in front of Tsubotica and raised its wooden mallet. Its little paws quivered as Penny’s thrusters triggered, holding the two in a deadlock.

"Senseless cruelty?" The princess laughed darkly. "Where I to have met a soul as noble as yours when I first visited this sunless land I may have abandoned my plans entirely." With a snap of her fingers, a second rabbit dove out of the darkness. Penny kicked off the first rabbit and delivered a midair roundhouse to the second. "But the cause of my crimes now stands before us." Tsubotica pointed at the tower. "Merlin’s daughter must perish for both moon and earth to prosper. Have at you!"

"I fricking love that monologue!" Suki chirped.

But the opening banter sequence had run its course, and now it was time for the fight to commence.

Tsubotica hopped into the air and pointed her fan at Penny. "By the glow of the moon!" Two moon rabbits charged onto the bridge. One had a wooden mallet like before, and the other had a bucket. Before Tsubotica floated down to the bridge again, she swiped her fan upwards, and the bucket rabbit dove into the air, threatening to give Penny a helmet without any holes.

"Darn, is it too late for a mirror match?" Roche quipped.

Suki giggled. "You’d never win!"

Penny jerked into motion, swaying back and forth before zipping forward into a slide as the bucket rabbit sailed overhead. Her arachnid like limbs plunged backwards, bladed tips striking heavily at the rabbit while she sprung off the ground to launch another kick at the mallet rabbit.

The range on Penny Pinnacle’s multiple limbs was insane. She nearly cleared the play area between her two attacks. The bucket rabbit was reduced to its base elements, and the mallet rabbit tumbled past Tsubotica’s feet. Though the moon princess never stopped moving, and with another wave of her fan, a saucer flew overhead. It fired a golden tractor beam at Penny, briefly suspending her in the air.

"Truce?"

Tsubotica hurled a golden insect at Penny, which harmlessly bounced off of Penny and knocked her out of the tractor beam. Though the golden gift gauge filled to the first mark. With a snap of the princesses fingers, more moon rabbits arrived.

This time however, they arrived from both sides of the bridge. A bucket rabbit charged Penny from behind, while a mallet bunny spun its way down the bridge with its mallet threatening to hit anyone in its path. And the saucer hadn’t left either. The golden light beneath it sputtered as it powered up for another attack. The cowardly Tsubotica was reaching into her robes for another trinket.

"No deal, you playboy reject." The Heroine scowled at the unwanted gift, falling from the saucer’s grip but keenly aware the terrain was not in her favor. She kicked off the ground, rising over the passage of an airborne mallet and letting her limbs stretch wide, the blades curling into the hull of the saucer.

Then she lurched forward, grabbing and hurling it at the cowardly moon princess.

When the saucer struck her it detonated, throwing her back some distance. Tsubotica planted her feet on the ground and skidded to a halt before hovering again. Her mask’s perfectly smooth surface was cracked, and it broke away enough to reveal one of the princess’s sapphire eyes. "So you have some skill, or is it just luck?" She pointed at Penny, and another duo of moon rabbits showed up. This time they were wielding a stone bowl and the other had a pestle that it held like a club. Meanwhile, the first pair of moon rabbits had teamed up. The hammer rabbit now had a bucket on its head and was swinging wildly while the other pointed at Penny and squeaked out commands only its kin could understand.

"Afraid yours has run out?" Penny landed easily, tossing her white hair with a negligent flick of her hand in the face of the rabbits doubling in number. Her eyes narrowed as her head tilted back, looking down her nose at the foreign princess bereft of a full mask. "You only made it this far because you hadn’t met me."

There was a flash as steam erupted from the mechanized maiden’s body, energy bleeding from the seams as her bladed limbs snapped forward, joined together at a single point that aimed to sweep the bridge before her. Penny’s Super flashed, dashing forward as she swept up the order shouting bunny and kept dashing to sweep up Tsubotica before laying into both with a blistering fast combo.

While some of the moon rabbits fell from the bridge in pieces, Tsubotica opened her fan and allowed Penny to smash into her. The attack sent her soaring backwards, above a saucer that scooted under her feet and tripped up the multi appendaged heroine. While she was still in the air, the saucer’s tractorbeam saved the two rabbits from Penny’s combo while the moonoid maiden bounced another golden gift off of her opponent’s head. This time a golden lollipop.

"Tell me how we really feel."

Tsubotica and her bunny henchmen were not about to give Penny a chance to retaliate. The mallet rabbit walloped Penny away, but they had traveled so far that they were at the other end of the bridge. She collided with the witch’s tower directly above the doorway. Tsubotica rose up to greet her, and stabbed the pink-but-now-actually-purple robot in the chest with her pipe before stomping her into the side of the tower. On her descent she threw yet another gift; a golden ring.

The golden gift gage was full.

The super bar was filled.

And the combo wasn’t over.

"Let me show you what my friends are capable of!"

An avalanche of moon rabbits fell from the sky and pelted the witch’s tower. Some of them smashed into Penny, either with their weapons or their metallic bodies. They left cracks on the tower wherever they struck, but none of them managed to land on the bridge. Once the bunny storm had expired, it looked like Penny might actually land. But Tsubotica pulled back her arm, and the fine silken garments that covered it were ripped free as golden baubles, gears, and syringes oozing black tar popped out of her arm.

"Be my concubine!"

She thrust her arm, or the grievous contraption it had turned into, towards Penny. She was bathed into the corrosive, mind altering goop it spat out. But her HP bar… was still above twenty percent.

"Ah, what resistance." Her arm reverted back to its original shape, but her silken robes did not. "I thought for sure that would have been the end of you." She adjusted her mask. "Well then! Rabbits, atta-"

"Concubine? What the hell…" Roche said under their breath.

Suki didn’t take her eyes off the screen. "She gets a little weird when you max out Golden Gift."

Was Penny busted for surviving that combo, or was Tsubotica unbalanced for nearly KOing her in seconds? The heroine was kicking up to her feet, black sludge clinging to her as she adopted a haggard, low health state.

"Disgusting." Penny grunted out, trying to fight her way back into range of Taubotica, knowing they were going to have to battle through the rabbits this time. Yet they had all the distance and the numbers were against her, even as her limbs shredded the first mecha rabbit she came upon.

But rather than using her ruined limbs, Penny activated her copy cat protocol. It rained moon rabbits again, but this time it did so on Tsubotica and her henchmen. The saucer fell out of the sky, the two moon rabbits were no match for a snow storm of them, and Tsubotica couldn’t get her fan up in time to block the incoming flurry. All it took was a few good shots to knock off her mask. When it did, it became apparent that Tsubotica wasn’t a golden android, but a cyborg with golden parts. Once the rain off moon rabbits subsided, the wicked princess collapsed.

Penny had won the fight.

"I uh, wasn’t expecting you to know how to do that.." Suki giggled.

Roche’s hands were slick as she released the stick, not expecting the match to be that intense. "Sometimes button mashing pays off. But wow Suki, you really had my number there."

"I thought I was out of practice."

It was obviously a matter of OP character balancing, but it was still a win. Feeling chipper for it, she looked back to Nyxia with a grin. "How are you holding up?"

"Fine," Nyxia replied nonchalantly. "I see Penny’s still as busted as ever, but you did really well for your first time playing her," she added with a grin, pleased to see Suki defeated yet again. "It was quite the treat to watch, wasn’t it, baby?" the Neon Tempest inquired as she gently caressed her beloved death ray. While she’d never particularly cared for Penny Pinnacle, she absolutely despised Tsubotica, so it was extremely satisfying to see Roche crush the Moonoid Maiden, and the fact Suki was the one playing her was the icing on the proverbial cake.

Not that Suki seemed particularly bothered by it. She took a step away from the cabinet and stretched her arms over her head before turning to face everyone with a smile. Though a realization hit her. "Oh, do you play?" She set her hands on her hips. "Did you want to play a round with Roche, or would you rather hunt some Miseria?"

"I’m good with whatever you want." While Roche and Suki had their fun, it hadn’t slipped her notice that Nyxia had yet to do the same. Or loosen any of that tension she had around the Club’s resident romantic.

"Well, I think I already said I’d rather kill Miseria than play games," Nyxia replied. "But if ya wanna get some more experience with Gearmantic Hearts, I don’t particularly mind," she told her partner. "I mean, as far as games go, it is one of my favorites." the Neon Tempest added, her mouth curling into a small smirk.

The Rule Keeper glanced at Suki before matching Nyxia’s smirk with one of her own. "A few more rounds won’t hurt. Same as Time Crisis, the beaten player swaps out."

Roche could only hope Suki got a round in before the call of the Miseria drew them into the hunt.

Upon stepping up to the controls, Nyxia suddenly realized that she was now presented with a small problem. Although her paranoia still wasn’t anywhere near the level of her conspiracy board-keeping partner, her encounters with Finn had led her to be far more thoughtful of her actions and how they might link her two forms together. Of course, he could have simply seen her transform back when the shadow monkeys invaded her home, but she fervently hoped he had been too busy dealing with said monkeys to notice. Thus, choosing her favorite fighter, Xolys, was not an option, and while she could have chosen one of her typical alternatives, Sixshooter Synthia or the energy SMG wielding Necroid 99, the Neon Tempest decided to go with a much more unorthodox option. Gearmantic Hearts had a secret character, one she could feign complete ignorance of as Norika, and it was that character Nyxia ultimately selected.

Rapidly toggling the joystick in a carefully choreographed series of movements, while simultaneously pressing a precise pattern of buttons, the Neon Tempest caused the character selection screen to split apart, revealing her chosen fighter: Botizar Hopperdink, the Techno Toad. The chrome-bodied anthropomorphic amphibian sported a glowing, neon teal mohawk and wielded a jagged-edged key-tar, itself seemingly made of pulsating purple neon tubes. "They won’t last long when they hear my songs!" Botizar’s heavily auto-tuned voice croaked as he was selected.

"So, ready to get started?" Nyxia inquired with an eager grin.

The Rule Keeper blinked, wondering why Nyxia hadn’t dragged them to the game in the first place if she wasn’t so adept as to know the secret character. One that seemed awfully influential on her Magical Girl form.

"Alright, let’s do this."

Naturally she got creamed.







For as baffled as she had seemed, Roche had attempted to play Tsubotica in the very next game and discovered how difficult such a character was to play. Suki for her part rotated through most of the characters and wasn’t taking anything too seriously. She seemed just as happy to win or lose.

"You’re gunna have to pick someone and get gud with ‘em, Roach! Then we can have a proper friend tournament or something." Suki wore a nervous smile. "I guess we should start hunting miseria now, huh?" she looked between her two club mates.

There was no shock to finding a character who fought entirely through minions and projectiles was harsher to grasp then someone with an omnidirectional grapple, but fun was had all around.

"I’ll need to get more practice in before we get something like that up and running." Roche answered with a chuckle, pleased to find that the game was compelling enough to let the three unwind. She couldn’t recall the last time she’d stood side by side with Suki outside of mortal peril for so long.

Still, they’d tried Roche and Suki’s ideas. It was only fair they tried Nyxia’s next. Earthshaker stepped away from the consoles, pulling down her hood to keep her affable expression bare to see.

"Alright Nyxia, pick a direction and we’ll follow."

"Gotta admit, that was actually kinda fun," Nyxia conceded once the three had begun leaping across the rooftops. "But how’s this for a game: whoever kills the most of these fuckers wins!" she added, vaporizing a Miseria with a twisting neon beam as soon as it floated up from an alleyway.

"You got a head start, but I think I can catch up!" Suki dove between two buildings, and a geyser of miseria fragments erupted from the alleyway.

"Don’t think you’ve got the edge in this game!" Roche pivoted down an alley, shield raised as she rushed forward like a rampaging bull. Her body burning brighter as Miseria were crushed, layer by layer against the hidebound frame.

Nyxia grinned as she lined up a shot on a bubbling cluster of amorphous Miseria. Despite her earlier doubts, the trip to the arcade had been far more enjoyable than she’d thought it would be. Plus, in a happily unexpected turn of events, Suki had actually been somewhat tolerable. Maybe, just maybe, the Neon Tempest’s relationships with her various non-Roche club mates would eventually improve in the same way as her relationship with the Rule Keeper had. Only time would tell…
Alright fam, we doin' features now.

I didn't have as much time to work on this as I'd like, but hopefully that gives you an idea of how things work. There isn't enough in there right now for everyone to get something unique, and most of what is there was to match old players or was put in because I knew a new character would want it. But remember that you can suggest something. Also I should mention that the idea of a system like this is that there will be some overlap. I don't think two espers having the "Diverse Elemental Affinity" feature is going to be a problem.

My advice is to suggest something you might want in very general terms and I'll work out how to make it fit with things mechanically. Drop an idea here, in the discord, you know where to reach me. Don't worry if it sounds OP or not, I'll tune it into something that you can use. Probably.

Things aren't too frantic right now (in story) so with any luck we'll get everyone squared away in a week or two.

In case anyone's wondering when perks are going to drop, they aren't. Perks pertain to long term goals and aren't going to have an effect or be relevant over the course of this RP. As an example, if your character is performing research on something, perks would be how you track your milestones towards your eventual goal and, if it's not too stupid, shape the future of the RP. Stupid ideas shape the future of the RP too, just in a way that's less good for your characters, but hilarious for me.


"Shark month!"

— Dan Daggernose


Dan was positively glowing when Marrie seemed interested in learning about him. His sharky lips curled into a grin that showed each of his teeth. "Well of course! I can understand everyone's frustrations but…" He trailed off before getting to the rest of Marrie’s question. "Well, my home was destroyed by a meteor shower. It happened rather suddenly, and we had only mastered space travel a few centuries ago. So there weren’t very many of us floating around in space when it happened." He looked like he might deflate, but then he corrected his posture and gave the beach ball a firm, yet gentle send back. "So I guess my space ship has been my home! Oh, it’s not as exciting as they make it sound on the computer." Did he mean TV? "But you do get to meet a lot of different people! Though you can imagine the difficulties of going to different planets where nobody speaks your language or holds your customs or, uh, looks like you?" He hit the ball back. It was even gentler this time. "...But it’s fine! Honestly, the people here haven’t been that bad. I mean, I typically don’t come here at the request of others, but I owed a guy a favor, and he kinda had it in writing. So I zipped across the stars and came here as fast as I could." He laughed. "Honestly, this is all going pretty smoothly compared to what usually happens. Someone always tries to sabotage the reality distortion generator on the space ship, and things don’t go too well once that happens." How lonely was this shark if he was willing to say all this? "Maybe I’ll take you aboard some time?"



"It has to be this way."

— Iris Silk



Iris smiled a little bit when Ashley joined up with them. Like Ashley, she was probably happy to have found someone that was more mature and less eccentric than the other personalities that surrounded her. "If our options are unwittingly sedated or wittingly hiding themselves, I would have to go with the former. Billy is not one for subtlety. Though this does bring about another issue, and a clue." She briefly looked at Dan before looking back at Ashley. "Whoever did this is acutely aware of how Dan’s magic works. The disappearances started happening after the first day, and I believe that trying to experiment with Dan’s rules through trial and error would have some…" Her eyes shifted to Book Kidd. "Interesting consequences for our culprit. Though I do not think the goat man could have pulled it off."

"Hey!"

Iris briefly turned her attention to what was happening around her. What caught her attention first was Scypho’s annoyance at the implication Nukkelina made that jellyfish didn’t jiggle. "Well, this one seems to." Nukkelina disengaged from the confrontation smoothly enough. She hadn’t been able to listen in on Nina’s conversation, but nodded in approval when she could see she was helping manage the most eccentric member of Maverick Alternative. With that settled, she refocused on Ashley’s question.

And was cut off by Jack’s laughter. "There is an enemy in this city that’s bigger than both of us. This is not the first time we have worked together, and it may not be the last." That was all she cared to share with the random freelancer, which was probably more than they deserved. Now, she was finally ready to respond to Ashley.

"The last time I saw the others?" It happened almost a week ago, and the details were getting a little fuzzy. "It wasn’t the first day, I remember everyone being there. I do remember hearing that some people left the beach early to look for their friends, but that didn’t involve us. Tetrad said her stomach bothered her so she stayed in her room, apparently. That was day two. I think on day three, Billy and some of the angels went out to hunt for her. Or was that day four? I think Trixy was getting bothered by the disappearances, so she and some of the girls went out. This is all that’s left of us. I did see Boteg this morning, but I haven’t seen him arrive yet. He did leave the hotel though, that much I know." She thought harder. "Wait, no. I think Trixy had lunch with us a few days ago. So she wasn’t at the hotel when she disappeared. She must have been taken in the middle of the day. We were talking about looking for the others and she grabbed some espers to help her."

That was about what Ashley remembered too. The others disappeared when they left the beach early or stayed at the hotel.



"I’m so happy we have a safe space to explore MELODY ABUUUUUUUSE!"

— Bionca Herrmann, Knight of Tonight



Bionca took another beachball to the face, courtesy of Rika. She retaliated by kicking a beachball into the back of Rika’s head, but it harmlessly bounced away. Though Jack came up with a really cool idea.

"Only one way to get this thing empty fast!"

Bionca’s hand lit up with the warm glow of a campfire, before her hand was covered in a baking mit. She reached her hand between Rika’s ankles and shoved the crate. With Rika on the edge of the crate, and its contents being pretty light to begin with, The potent shove from Bionca’s melody was enough to push the crate off balance.

"Here comes the ballpocalypse! AHHHHHHH HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!"

She wrapped an arm around Rika’s waist, just in case she were to fall. Though it didn’t really help, as both girls face planted into the sand. Though just like before, the beach itself seemed to stretch and twist, with its grains of sand behaving more like a plate of jelly. They bounced out of the crate, followed by a slew of beach balls. Though they were moving strangely, as if something was running threw them.

Jack picks up something with their glasses....


While both the girls were briefly dissorientated, You see something moving in the crate. It was a person, that much you’re sure of. It had five appendages that could easily be a pair of legs, arms, and a head. Everything was thick like it was covered in armor. But more than that, it had a cape and antlers too. It tumbled with everyone else, but it was much faster to recover. And it was purple. That much was revealed through the illusion begone.

This purple entity bound towards the girls in a single leap. When it landed, it kicked up faint traces of purple dust. Again, only visible to you.


For some reason, the sand around Rika and Bionca was kicked into the air.

Rika feels her veins oxydizing....


Oh, what is this sweet scent? It’s making your ears buzz, and any of your worries leave your body in an instant. Why suppress the urge to inhale? Could something this sweet be bad for you?


Bionca senses something from beyond the veil....


You have a sudden urge to suppress your breath. Anything that smells this good this suddenly has to be a trap!


"Gah!" Bionca cupped her hand over her face and rolled off to the side, but not Rika. She knelt there in the sand, deliberately inhaling the air. And with each breath, her body seemed to relax more and more. "Hey! What are you doing?"

Rika seemed to float into the air, and swiftly flew towards the ocean.

Jack picks up something with their glasses....


You notice the purple man running towards the ocean, but you know that’s not their goal. You can spot a massive rectangular brick that’s wider than the entire beach. It has to be some sort of futuristic craft, and it’s coming down over the water.




"Not exactly enthusiastic about this uniform either, kiddo."

— Alice Mason



Oh. Not who she was expecting to come over, but Alice wasn't going to tell the other girl to shove off. She gave Nina a curt nod before going back to watching everyone else. She didn't even flinch when a second ball almost hit her. Hah, imagine her luck if it did.

"No need for apologies, you're fine!" Alice reassured Nina, waving it off with a free hand. It paused when she offered a fish skewer though. Her eyes glanced between the two for a brief second. Then she smiled, taking the offering. "Thanks." She mumbled.

From overhearing the rest of the crowd, it seemed like the remnants of GEMINI and Maverick were agreeing to a continued team-up towards finding the culprit behind the disappearances. She shrugged. It would be nice if the two factions finally learned to get along after this little event, but this was Pax-Fucking-Septimus we’re talking about, she already knew hope like that was rather overestimating.

"Again, no need for apologies." Alice addressed Scypho once she came over to the table too. "Gonna sit? S'just us here right now, we can make room." An offer taken, an offer given. Might as well. Though her expression soon dropped when she saw what was happening with Rika and Bianca. She quickly finished off the rest of her skewer. "We got trouble, haul ass!" Alice called out, withdrawing her smaller water gun and rushing over to Jack's side.

She knocked a pair of fancy-looking swim goggles over her eyes, flinching once she was able to see the purple beatle-knight-thing that was seemingly making off with Rika.

Can’t attack it directly.

Capturing it is!

"Why you running, big guy!?" A fireball formed in Alice’s free hand. Aiming at the beatle knight’s legs, she threw it like it was a baseball.

The space man was sprinting to the space craft and paying little mind to what the other espers were doing. When the ball of fire hit him in the back, he and Rika traded places with Alice. This put Alice in front of the giant invisible space ship, and the invisible man and his cargo at the picnic table.

The sweet smog rolling off his body assaulted everyone at the picnic table, but they were all(?) able to realize that there was something amiss, and inhaling something so strange couldn’t be good. What little exposure they got was enough to make them feel drowsy. Rika didn’t remain stationary for long, however. Her body, rather swiftly, continued to move towards the ocean.

Alice hears the chattering of the lonely lunatic....

As fun as it is to play a hero, don’t you have something else you should be doing right now? You’re being watched, and now you might have some idea of who’s doing it. What could be inside this giant metal chest?


Alice clicked her tongue. Fuck, she did not mean to catch people in the crossfire. "Quarantine the area around that table over there, keep away from that thing! Sorry about the food!!" As much as she wanted to continue helping, someone had to deal with the weird aircraft hovering over the water. Putting the situation in the others’ hands, she sprinted off towards it.

"Ugh, fine, I’ll be your snake charmer, if you promise not to laugh."



"I make no promises."


It had been a few days since the reported gas leak caused Hibusa High to blow up in such a spectacular fashion. Once the news got over the fact that there were miraculously no casualties, they started asking bigger questions. How would thousands of students continue their education?

Hibusa High was a huge school. Pretty much every highschooler in Hibusa went there, and the smaller schools didn’t have enough room to take everyone in. One proposed idea was to send all of the students into the City of Light to resume their education. Parents and students alike protested the idea. The city was already a congested space, and it was an hour trip just to get there via bike. But that would never really happen. Even if the club room was gone, the Detention Club still held tremendous influence over the school system, and by extension could influence where the authorities chose to station their new, temporary place of learning.

Rei had called for a meeting. Rather than assembling at the club room, Rei, Kiyo, and Roche all met in front of a random mansion in the same neck of the neighborhood as Norika’s house. Despite all that had happened, Rei was looking rather pleased.

"Think I found a place that will take us in." The club president had her hands in her pockets. "A rustic mansion would make for a nice club room, wouldn’t it?"

The Rulekeeper met the mansion with a flat look cast from a face withered from the absence of sleep and the stress of the school’s destruction. One didn’t fully grasp the relief of their vices till they were absent, and the Track team wasn't going to have any meets with circumstances as they were.

Dark circles were prevalent even on her skin and those eyes slid from the mansion to their illustrious leader. One who she couldn’t help but consider under a new light in the wake of Sink Queen’s parting words.

"It would, but if we could afford a mansion we’d be living far better then most of us are." Roche sighed, knowing that as little sense as it made, Rei had already

decided and pulled the mansion out of her perky ass. "So are we haunting this place as Magical Girls or did you inherit this from a wealthy uncle? Can’t see the funeral business paying for all this and we aren’t making cash off Miseria."

Kiyo glanced tiredly between her two superiors and the mansion. With the school out of commission, she'd finally ditched her school uniform for black camo jeans and a brand new leather jacket: small, non-committal steps towards the vision of acquiring a new bike. "It's nice." She grinned like an appeased crocodile. "It's no smaller a target than before, and being out of the way of collateral civvies might embolden light girls to attack—but at least it's roomy. Do they allow pets?" She resisted the urge to roll her eyes at her own joke.

"They will if I ask them." She side-eyed Kiyo. "Though I can’t recall the light girls ever attacking the school. At least, not damaging it in the process." She looked at the mansion again. "We are in a well to do part of the town. It wouldn’t be good for the normals if it got attacked."

To Roche, she turned completely. "We aren’t buying it." Then, without elaborating further, she walked away from the house. The other two naturally followed her. Though the first thing that Roche noticed was that she was getting closer to Norika’s house. In fact, the plot that Rei had selected was behind it on a different street. "We’re going to convince someone else to do that for us." She folded her hands behind her back. "Rich people like their tax breaks. There’s something we might be able to work here. Not that I know the law that well." Her smile widened. "But it should be doable. Roche has been helping their daughter with their tuition, and is one of the few people who can get her to learn anything. It is in their best interest to keep students like you in Hibusa."

It didn’t take a genius to see what Rei was prodding at and Roche’s expression curdled like milk. She stuffed her hands into her wind breaker, knuckles brushing along the 8-Ball. "They make it sound like she’s some kind of idiot, but Norika just lacks a solid foundation. Really, if they hadn’t kept cooped up and isolated, she’d probably be…"

Honor roll? Maybe. But she’d certainly be leagues more well adjusted. Might not even be a Dark Girl if she’d had the chance to form more attachments then just her brother.

"Che. If we’re taking her family’s money, I’m for it. Real bastards." The rule keeper spat out, turning aside to feign interest in the high end neighborhood, finding it easier to swallow then Rei’s flattery.

"That bad, huh?" Kiyo replied with vague interest. She wasn't really familiar with Nyxia's circumstances. Roche looked after her, and that was where she'd left the matter. The girl was convinced Kiyo was a terrible person, and she didn't care enough to change her mind for her. "I won't say no to spending somebody else's money. I'm still broke." But not too broke to splurge on a nice jacket, it would seem.

"Let’s have a game plan, then." Rei tipped her head side to side in apparent thought. "Roche is the diligent tutor, I’m the head of the detention club, what sort of sympathetic role could we cast Kiyo in?"

Kiyo had just been wondering if she should have come wearing her best 'honor student' look when, finally, Rei got her eyes to widen. "What."

"Treasurer? We can plan out the tax incentives and Kiyo reads them off to make it look more put together. Sprinkle in some tripe about the prestige and optics of it all, and they won’t think twice." The rule keeper posited, something close to amusement passing over her flinty facade. "Can’t be me since I’m the Tutor."

"Treasurer? Of what?" Rei looked at Kiyo and the smile ran from her face. "Could she pull it off? That sort of thing is usually left to adults and not delinquents, no?" She tipped her head "The leather jacket really isn’t doing it for me. The camo pants aren’t much better."

"Just reveling in my last ounce of freedom, here," Kiyo growled back like a cornered alley cat. "I was held back for vaguely-defined 'attitude issues,' not being stupid. Have you forgotten I can hypnotize people?"

"No, I’m just making sure you’re paying attention." Rei winked.

"Can you make people be lesser assholes? Or maybe just extremely careless with flaunting money? We’re going to need something that holds up for a long time here. With the school like it, we might not even graduate there." Roche pointed out, not keen on relying entirely on keeping someone hypnotized for a long time.

"Hypnotizing someone for an extended period of time could be problematic." Rei ‘s eye wandered the sky. "But using it to guide someone to an outcome they would have arrived at anyway should be fine. Don’t the rich like to invest their money in property anyway?" There were likely better plots than anything in Hibusa town, but that wasn’t a concern for the Detention club. "You still need a reason for being here, biker girl."

"Or I could just fuck off," Kiyo muttered under her breath, but the trio didn't seem very likely to let her go without some token of humiliation. Perhaps it was payment for letting Michi into the Club.

Willow floated out from behind a bush and hovered on the other side of Kiyo. "And it can’t be as Rei’s lesbian biker girlfriend. I’ill eat your eyes if you do that!" Rei looked past Kiyo at Willow with a raised eyebrow. "Oh! I’m just getting my exercise in. I figured I’d say hi since you were here." Her smile was so sweet it could rot the teeth of onlookers.

"What if we say you’re an Arts tutor? You’re plenty creative. Bring in some water colors, some oil paints, maybe a pottery wheel, and you’ve got yourself a role that isn’t too front facing."

What humor she’d found was flung off the nearest cliff by Willow’s entry, and she thanked what fortune she had she’d never held a torch for the most public ally embarrassing member of the club.

"Hello, Willow. Please don’t talk to Norika’s parents."

"Ugh, no biker girlfriends." She resisted the urge to cringe. "They're probably old-fashioned, so they won't go for it if it involves a school that churns out lesbians. Just tell them I'm homeless or something." Her comment was flippant, but then she smirked. "Actually, I'm the only girl in the Club with a driver's license. There we go, all set."

"I’d argue that but I think Rei’s the only one here who held a boy’s hand."

"Really? When?" Kiyo replied, skeptical.

Will raised an eyebrow. "I too am interested in this information."

"They’re not going to be interested in the love lives of teenagers, and we shouldn’t bore them with such details." Rei’s brow was noticeably pointed. "Driver works. It would be better if we had a vehicle on hand. Doesn’t matter though, we have hypnotism for that, right?"

Before long, the four girls were in front of the gates. It was all very grandiose, with a cast iron archway big enough to fit a semi if it pleased them. The property was a lot longer than it looked too. For such a giant house, it was at the very back of a large plot of property and surrounded by trees. Quite unlike the ‘modest’ sized mansion they had been looking at before, which was right by the road.

"Welp, this is where I depart." Willow prepared to fly away before looking back at Kiyo. "I have something I need to tell you about, but it can wait until you’re done with the boss. You’re not getting away from me that easily." And just like that, she faded from sight.

"Hmmm." Rei rolled her shoulders and fluffed up her jacket. "Ready?"

"As we will ever be."

"As I'll ever be," Kiyo replied in unison with Roche. She sighed, certain that whatever Willow wanted to talk about was not going to be a pleasant conversation. "And just call me next time!" she shouted after her. Then, she also adjusted her jacket. "Alright, if either of them ask about me, just pretend you don't know me very well. That way I can keep my story straight."

"So we would bring a stranger to this? Let’s not complicate things. You’re the driver, and we have you certified to handle Norika’s transportation needs so they see some value. These aren’t deep people, philosophically speaking."

"I meant that if they ask the kind of nosy, personal questions only old people feel the need to ask," Kiyo clarified with a hand wave. "Stuff you wouldn't need to know, and probably don't, anyway."

"Then you hypnotize them if they get nosy and give simple, uninteresting answers. As long as you don’t wave a neon sign saying you kick puppies or plant cameras in bathrooms, they will be all too happy to dismiss you."

"I’ve barely talked to them since I’ve started giving Norika lessons, and unless she bombs hard I don’t see that changing."

Rei cleared her throat with a single cough. "I think Kiyo knows how to use her powers." She stepped in front of the gate. "The goal is not to make the school look good for their daughter. These rich types don’t enroll their kids in public schools for a reason. That, and if they really hate her that much we’d be wasting our time." The gates swung open slowly, likely due to some machine that wasn’t visible. "It just needs to look like a good investment. And to that end, I think we can make such a purchase look… Interesting."







There would be no spotting Norika from the windows as they approached. Her window had been shattered, and was boarded up while a custom replacement was on order. They went through all the rich people rituals that people like Norika’s parents liked to go through. They met with a beautiful maid, who guided them to a spot where they could take off their shoes before passing through a massive garden. After witnessing an immaculate garden filled with expensive (but not necessarily beautiful) statues, the trio was guided into a lounging room filled with western style furniture.

"Mr Tsukishima will be with you shortly." she said before swiftly departing.

Rei took a seat on the center of a couch. "Now we wait."

"He’s a busy man, after all." Roche replied, sitting stiffly on one end, a stick firmly shoved up her backside as she made the effort to look every bit the dignified tutor she’d sold herself as.

"Be mindful what you say aloud. The staff likely expect us to steal the silverware." Her voice was low and soft, the feeling of being watched by cold, merciless eyes something she expected from the Tsukishima residence.

"Indeed?" Kiyo replied, her voice seeming a bit strange, but in a way that was hard to pinpoint when she'd spoken only a single word. She reached behind herself, as if to flatten a skirt that wasn't there, before sitting on the other side of Rei with her hands in her lap, knees together and back straightened in impeccable posture. She'd made it all look perfectly effortless, but it was clearly a practiced motion.

They didn’t have to wait long. Mr Tsukishima showed up after just a few minutes. "Greetings." Rei bowed her head when they were addressed, and so did the others. He took a seat in an armchair across from them, "And it is especially good to see you again, Miss Hananami. Though I doubt the three of you have come to tutor my bothersome daughter."

"Afraid not." Rei gave the man an amused smile. "We spoke earlier on the phone. I’m Rei Ishiko, president of the detention club. I’m sure you’ve seen the news and know our predicament."

"The gas leak at the school." He practically groaned the words. "You said it would be a good idea for me to buy the property adjoining mine and to let the school use it for a time. Though you seem a little fuzzy on how that would actually benefit me. I’m not a charity, as I’m sure you’re aware."

"Perhaps not, but you are just as much a pillar of the community. Just as your business and investments support countless in our fair city, we would ask you to consider being a patron for the school in our time of need. It is a task you are singularly suited for, and one that would confer the respect of the city upon you."

It was a miracle she didn’t look as though she bit into a lemon, but knowing Rei would appeal to greed, she made the effort to flatter his ego.

"The incident could have been a tragedy," Kiyo interjected, and now it became clear what was strange about her voice. She was speaking formally, with a smooth Italian accent, and a warm smile. It was like the Kiyo they knew had been replaced by another from a totally different world. "But since no one was hurt, it is an opportunity to build a better school in its place, with more buildings, given new names—not those of mourning families, but hopeful investors from our community." She tented her fingers hopefully and met his eyes with hers. "As for the villa, we would truly only need it for a short time. During that time, we will, of course, do all that we are able to accommodate your wishes for its upkeep, to protect your investment. The tax writeoffs are also worth your consideration."

"Additionally, the property borders your own." Rei added. "It would be a good way of protecting your existing investments, provided you have the funds. I apologize if we’re asking you to do something that’s outside your means."

"Well that’s not a problem, I assure you." He laughed, but his brow twitched. "I’ll strongly consider it. What’s owning an extra house in this town? But why is the ‘Detention Club’ before me right now?"

Rei smiled. "We were well respected at Hibusa high."

The large man dropped his hand on his knee. "I’m well aware of that, young lady. But last I heard, Hibusa High is no more. Relocation of the school is a government matter, which should be well above the station of some school club that doesn’t exist anymore. So why are you here instead of some government representatives?"

Roche answered next, head slightly bowed in deference to the man they were shamelessly buttering up in one breath and negging with the next. "That would be because a government representative would imply the government is even planning the reconstruction. In the face of such a disaster, efforts appear focused squarely on finding someone culpable over resolving the issue of a destroyed school. It might be years before they even break ground on the building process if it were left solely to elected officials, and in doing so the city may have to export its youth abroad."

"The traffic and lost work hours would be staggering, but not nearly as unpalatable as the shame of being incapable of providing for our city’s families."

"Fufu." Kiyo seized the moment of silence to politely laugh at Roche's remarks. "'Good enough for government work' is the saying, yes? That is why we are taking an initiative. It would hardly be the first time. Tough but rewarding work," she repeated as a mantra, releasing a weary sigh. Her eyes turned wistful. She wasn't sure where Rei got the confidence that casting themselves in a sympathetic light would work on this man, but she decided to follow her lead. "If nothing is done, I too may have to leave Japan." The unease and disappointment of one delivering bad news to her friends on the couch was uncannily genuine.

"Hmph! No need to act like that. I was just curious." Mr Tsukishima stood up. "Even if it’s a small amount of money for me, it’s still enough that I should think about it. But you girls have presented some good points. Was that all you needed?"

"If you’re done talking, so are we." Rei stood up, as did the other girls.

"Very well. If you had stayed much longer, I’d have been forced to have the kitchen make us something."

"Good thing it didn’t come to that." Rei nodded at their host, and saw herself out with them in toe. A maid accompanied them out the front door, and their trip was far less touristy in nature on the way out. As soon as they got outside, the maid bowed to them and departed. But Rei kept walking without turning around. It wasn’t until they got halfway between the exit gate and the mansion that she finally spoke. "That went really well. I’d be shocked if he doesn’t buy it."

The Rulekeeper kept stride, breathing a little easier as she ran a hand down her face. "We asked him to spend his pocket change in order to earn acclaim and prestige in the city. This is legacy grade ego material here, and he can lord this over his peers till the day he dies. A real Japanese Rockefeller."

If there was any Justice in the world he wouldn’t get to enjoy it for too long, but they all knew better then that.

"I hope you did enough groundwork that this won't come back to bite us," Kiyo groaned, leaving her rich girl persona behind as if she'd handed it off to the departing maid for safekeeping. "If I'd known what we were doing, I'd have dressed the part. Getting him to look at me was harder than it needed to be. I'm not sure if my eyes really affected him, or if we just got lucky."

"There was another angle to this." Rei kept her smile up. "That man believes Misoka has stolen from him, and has pressed to have the money recovered. Normally someone like that would want to make an example of the thief, but he’s been very discreet. He hired a PI, he’s talking to Misoka’s family privately, it’s all out of the public eye." Rei put her arms behind her head. "He’s attacking the school’s most promising student. It wouldn’t be a good look for him I think. Helping the school is good insurance if something like that gets out. But turning us down as well as going after Misoka? Not a good look." She shifted her eye to Kiyo. "Knew Roche was going to do a good job, but I liked your foreign student." After walking out of the gate, Rei moved her hands back into her pockets. "Wanna give it a look? The attic is spacious and secluded. Think it’ll be our new club room."

Having an entire attic for the club would be fantastic, offering them to come and go as they pleased.

It was a shame, then, that her mind was rather focused on the little factoid Rei dropped like it wasn’t liable to get several mansions burned down.

"Yeah…let’s go…take a look." The Rule Keeper murmured distantly, her soul leaving her body as she realized that no matter how bad it was, it could certainly get worse. Repeatedly.

"I see. No wonder Misoka looks like hell," Kiyo remarked. She nodded her assent along with Roche, with no further comment. She thought about telling Rei that was her real accent, but didn't see much of a point to it. Nyxia's old man had gone along with their scheme so easily, there had been no need to involve her family connections. She was grateful for it. She should have been happy about it, but for some reason, she felt nothing. The three of them were together, but each seemed to Kiyo to be in their own little world. Rei's was full of some abstract reason for all that smiling, Roche's was filled with her usual strain of anxiety, and hers was filled with... what, exactly?

She wasn't sure what this feeling was. She just knew that she hated it.


"Another week of sharks! One more and we’ll have a month!"

— Dan Daggernose


Questions were asked, questions were answered, if to an unsatisfactory level. Everyone seemed to want the same thing but had different ways of attaining it. Some drew attention away from the shark man, others wanted to talk amongst themselves, and more still asked different questions.

Ashley was next up, with her questions about some of the people being spirited away by his magic. "It doesn’t work like that!" He practically shouted the words. "All my magic has done is turned Pax Septimus into a beach paradise. It prevents people from harming one another. This is performed in all sorts of different ways, like by turning weapons into more harmless versions of themselves. But there’s also protection from other forms of harm, such as falling. If you fall too fast or run into something too hard, it’ll stretch like a balloon!" To demonstrate, Dan snapped his fingers and an anvil appeared just a few feet over his head. It looked pretty convincing, but as soon as it landed on him it rippled like it was made of gelatin. It tumbled down his chest and landed in the sand, at which point it did so as a half ton anvil. Dan invited her to try and move it, but it was too heavy. It was only when someone tried to strike it in a way that would hurt themselves that it stretched to prevent harm. "Physical pain should not exist here!"

"If it's all futile, then why do I need to be punished like this!?" Kidd pointed at his pants.

Dan sighed. "Kidd? I didn’t do that to you because you tried to hurt her."

"Which I didn’t!" The goat guy hissed.

"I did it because you hurt her feelings!" Dan turned away from Ashley. "I can’t force anyone to behave one way or the other. Some disciplinary action is necessary to enforce good behavior. So, uh, if you’re good I’ll turn your trunks black tomorrow. You haven’t been too inflammatory today."

Scypho continued to whisper, and sometimes state things in her normal voice. Things about Dan. Every time the shark was in earshot. "I uh, I can hear you, you know that right?" Dan whimpered a little at the shade that was being thrown his way.

But that all changed when Marrie offered to play catch with Dan. He immediately turned to face the girl with a giant open mouth grin that showed every tooth in his massive face. He leaned on one knee and patted her shoulder. "I would love to! But wouldn’t you rather do that with a volleyball? Whatever, let’s do it!" He grabbed Marrie by the shoulders and hoisted her over his head before running down to where the volleyball nets were. It wasn’t so far away. If you really wanted to focus you could probably hear what was being discussed. But Dan did not look like he was paying much attention to anything. "Alright, you serve!"

Despite the shark man’s apparent muscle, he was very gentle when he returned the ball. If there was any difficulty to be had from catching the ball, it was from the occasional gust of wind that blew across the beach.



"Beach ball fights are like bar fights: It’s not a good idea to hit everyone at once."

— Bionca Herrmann, Knight of Tonight



Bionca pretty much had the entire beach under her control. She had become a ruthless despot, attacking anyone and anything that came too close to the beach. Many were defeated, retreating to the breakfast table or simply ignoring her presence. But while Bionca’s reign of terror had been long, it would be the few, the brave, that attempted to stand up to her.

"Ah!" Bionca turned her face sideways as a beach ball glanced off her shoulder. "If you demand satisfaction, you shall have it!" Bionca had entirely overlooked Rika’s presence with Jack trying to deflect so many beach balls with her head. Not many of them got thrown back up to Bionca, but she did an admirable job of deflecting the projectiles with her head.

Jack picks up something with their glasses....


Your vision is darker with Illusion Begone working. Things at a distance are often too dark to see. Dan’s magic is no illusion however. Everything he conjures is real. Even the other esper’s weapons do not show signs of being illusions. They may have been transformed, but Illusion Begon cannot show if that is the case. It is only concerned if something is real or not.

But you can see there is something hiding in Bionca’s ball fort. What is not yet clear. There are enough real beach balls to hide what is being revealed by Illusion Begone. But there’s no mistaking it; An illusion has been detected, something has been hidden.


With the tyrant distracted, Rika was able to ascend the crate unchallenged. Bionca noticed Rika’s head pop up, and prepared to spike her face with a beach ball. But her opponent came prepared, and Rika was able to launch her attack first. Bionca turned her head sideways, but was still smacked in the head by the incoming beach ball and ended up stumbling backwards. She threw out her arms when she landed, and several more beach balls were cast out of the crate. Some of them fell around Bionca, but many more fell on the beach itself.

"Not bad, hero!" Bionca sat upright and slid a beach ball into her lap. "You should join me. Together, we could surely hold this beach under our thumbs!"



"When in doubt, shoot yourself."

— Iris Silk



After getting some questions out (and getting interrupted) Iris was content to let things run their course for a bit. Dan had said a few interesting things, and was now far enough away that he wouldn’t be eavesdropping on anyone.

"An interesting discovery." She returned her attention to Scypho. She thought to comment on her antagonistic nature towards Dan, but thought better of it. Then her eyes traveled to Nukkelina, who was able to show emotions other than indifference after all. She thought to help her up, but it seemed someone else beat her to the punch. Nina, ever the free spirit, appeared to have distanced herself by the buffet table. With a groan, she turned to face Ashley. "Perhaps GEMINI is interested in another joint operation with Maverick Alternative?" It did not make sense for them to keep their distance here. Once Ashley joined them (Or declined, her choice) Iris began to speak. "I’m starting to believe that Dan might not be the reason why everyone is disappearing." Her eyes continued to move between everyone that was present. "While he is the reason why we are trapped here, I believe there may be a third party at play. But let me confirm something…"

A blob of web appeared on the tips of her finger, and she pressed it against the bottom of her elbow. She braced herself, then the tiny blob of web shot up and splatted against her elbow. Water and sparkles showered down from the impact area and her arm was wrenched towards the heavens, nearly pulling her off of the ground.

"Interesting." She examined her arm. "That spell should have wounded me, but it seems that Dan’s magic has transformed the harmful components of my spell to merely splash water and glitter on me. The rest worked as intended, however. I wonder if it would be possible to capture someone under these conditions."



"My harem left me for a bimbo and a shark."

— Book Kidd



When Nukkelina had fallen down and scrambled towards her plush cat, it had been Kidd who first approached her.

"When you said ‘pathetic’ you were talking about the pants thing right?" He reached for her shoulder and hoisted her to her feet. "I know! It’s incredibly mean spirited what Dan is doing to us! I bet he has some sick fetish or something! But don’t let him get inside your head, that’s exactly what people like him want. Feed him silence, and he’s sure to just go away." He patted her back. "Anyway, I think you’re cool, okay? So just because you did something extremely embarrassing by falling down in front of everyone, and no one is ever going to forget, at least you have nice looking swimwear." He jumped as he had just caught the tail end of Iris’s experiment. "A little warning next time!"

"So the sacrifice that you were going to ‘free’ from her bonds. Did that happen on the beach? How did Dan find you?"

"Oh, yea, so, I mean, everyone kinda knows you can’t kill anyone right? I mean, this spell we’ve been under has been doing its thing for a week now. But I found some really dumb, really stupid cultists that were trying to bring back their dark lord or something. But I came in there and they were all like ‘what the’ and things like that. And then I was like ‘you can’t do this anymore’ and I cut her free. Or I was going to but she was really nervous. It must have been because I was a goat guy. Kinda racist but I wasn’t thinking about that at the time. So while I was cutting her free, Dan appeared in a cloud of smoke and gave and did something humiliating to all of us. Most of the cultists were given clown noses, but he messed with my drip."

"And where was this ritual taking place?"

"Oh, uh, in a warehouse. It was pretty secluded, if that’s what you were asking. I’m kinda surprised Dan found it so fast. It’s not like she screamed or anything, since she was gagged."

"Hmmm…" Iris tipped her chin into her fingers. "He said he punished Kidd because he upset someone. Then can he pick up on emotional distress?"



"Look at you losers, having fun and figuring things out."

— Mika Fang, Cerberus



Mika wasn’t too amused by the two girls that had just suddenly showed up and started gorging themselves. One had an outfit so revealing that it made Mika feel modest by comparison, and the other one talked like a moron. She had remembered her mother telling her that it was important to be able to pronounce words well. At the time, it was something that she hadn’t taken too seriously (given her foster mother’s own broken English) but this did not feel like a mere error. No, Mika got the impression that she didn’t speak this way because she was a foreigner, but that it was a willing choice she was making. Why did everyone put so much energy into being so eccentric? She saw no value in it, and didn’t see any value joining in a conversation with these airheads either.

There wasn’t much going on elsewhere either. Marrie was playing with the shark, some other people were screwing around with balls, and another group was talking. Talking was good when it completed things, but too often did Mika see espers get bogged down with talking and nothing actually happening.

With a huff, Mika turned away from the table and walked away from the beach. If everyone was going to do what they wanted, then that was what Mika was going to do too. It wasn’t like she didn’t have a phone. She could contact Ashley if she really needed her. Her phone hadn’t been able to connect with the rest of GEMINI, but that was likely because they didn’t have their phones on them.

This probably was dangerous, but it wasn’t like anything bad had happened because Mika had left early before. To her knowledge, the only people who went missing were the ones that never arrived to start with. That wasn’t something she knew for sure, she hadn’t been documenting everyone, but it felt right.



Just in case, maybe Mika should stick around the general area. This seemed much more agreeable. She headed up the beach with the idea that she was going to observe the perimeter rather than getting lost in the city of blood.


"Strength is a funny thing."

— Isra Mahmud


Regardless of how Penny quantified her own strength, it didn’t change the fact that most would consider her a strong magical girl. Not because she was a match for monster kings like Elroy, supped up monster girls like Helga, or any other opponent with conventional strength. The fact was that regardless of what she came across, she came out on top. Often unscathed and always for the better. The weaker part of herself, Jason, had died a long time ago. Osirus did not concern herself with such details of course. She was simply here to do as instructed, which was to be Penny’s most dangerous opponent yet along with the rest of her squad. If it wasn’t going to come out as an attack during this skirmish, it didn’t matter to her.

Her eyes followed Penny’s position. The EoD scorpion performed a spinning hop and attempted to crush Penny underneath it’s frame, but the Iron Queen managed to slide to safety before the attack could connect. It was facing Penny now, but was still in the process of standing up when Penny’s improvised car collision came swinging.

"Huh."

The scorpion was quick to grab the spider-like appendages, but not in time to stop the attack Osiris stood still as the cars smashed on either side of her. It created an ear splitting shriek that sounded like the death throws of some prehistoric animal. Shards of safety glass tumbled through the air like scattered diamonds, and various motor fluids pooled on top of the techno scorpion. The cars were smashed flat with their tires almost touching each other. If Osiris had endured the attack, she would have had to have been crushed as flat as a pancake. The cars were irreversibly entwined, and the only thing that could fit between them now was a cloud of nanites.

Speaking of…

A cloud of gold and black blasted out from the mass of twisted steel, like a geyser had erupted between the two cars. The nanites came together shortly afterwards, building Osirus mid sprint. While she ran to close the distance, she hopped into the air and spun horizontally like a drill. Her Supplemental Chthonic Omniphasic Reactive Polyharmonic Infinite Opposition Neutralizer (The scythe-like tail apparatus she has) attempted to cut through the outstretched spider limbs as she approached.



"Did you know you can turn ghosts into icecream? I saw it online."

— Oriko Ishii, Oros the Swift


Swift knew that diving into enemy ranks was dangerous, but it was important to cut an army off from its support as quickly as possible. The stacys were durable opponents, and they’d never make a dent in them with a medic standing among their ranks. The smoke bomb was just a tactic to buy her some time, but it wasn’t a perfect defence. She looked up at the ghosts overhead and clicked her tongue. There were a lot of things she could say, but she wasn’t ready to give away her position yet. That would come .05 seconds later, but timing was everything when you were as good as Swift was.

She left the ground with a skyward kick, carrying her into the jaw of a ghost. There was no satisfying jaw crack though. The specter blew apart into a puff of smoke as Oriko soared skyward, Then she threw out her leg and rocketted off towards a second specter, but this one was better prepared. It deflected her attack with its club, and she flipped backward and dropped her heel through a third ghost. She didn’t like being caught out in the open like this, but reinforcements were coming. At least she hoped, it was too early to deploy any of their strategems…



"I'm trying my best guys."

— Amber Bianchi, Oros the Shrewd


"Thank you for the compliments, my most noble adversary! Your own outfit reveals a real eye for color!" She managed to get in before her legs were swept from under her. The girth of her backpack caused her to flop backward, and suspend her body several feet off the ground. Nomad Stacy had to hop pretty high for an effective elbow slam, but all Amber could do in response was to try and block the blow with her ladle. Her little arms ended up collapsing and the wind was knocked out of her anyway. "Hngh!" She reached for a carrot that was strapped to her leg and chucked it into the zombie’s mouth. That bought Amber just enough time to unstrap the backpack and roll backwards. "I played, hurk, a rogue." She reached for a massive pan that was as tall as she was. "I liked *cough* diplomatic solutions." When Amber swung her pan, one could feel it displace the air in front of it.



Lord Talus’s monster lacked many things, but was far more intelligent that it appeared.

— Oros the Savage


Merely hopping backwards wasn’t going to provide the trio with much of a reprieve from the monster. But it was enough. The more powerful anti-magic rounds were doing more to slow it down. Its movements slowed as acid burned deep inside its body. Of course, it would never truly die until its phylactery was destroyed. The monster attempted to reach into its own flesh to scoop out the magic nullifying concoction, and it did help. Savage, like the other Oros, had been trained on a multitude of simulations. They understood how to deal with certain types of problems, and its choice to seemingly sacrifice itself to the trio was part of its tactics. Perhaps Luana’s intelligence dwelled inside the creature somewhere. It could take the heat, at least a little while.

Fortunately, it wouldn't need to take it much longer.

Lada’s nanites from earlier swoop in to assist Savage. While the creature very much relied on magic to rapidly heal itself, Lada’s nanites did not need mana to operate. They had little difficulty expelling the strange bile from the monster as fast as they could. Though with three guns firing simultaneously, there was only so much that could be done.



"You forgot the pizza?!" *Holds ax over head.*

— Lada, Oros the Inventive


"I could make you a hot dog, but it would taste like metal." As far as Oroses were concerned, Lada was not a very remarkable combatant herself. But she wasn’t quite as crippled as Saw Blade Stacy was, at least. Her nanites had a variety of uses, despite not being particularly useful at any one thing.

The sawblade chewed into the axe, but that was a feature rather than a flaw. The nanite particles were getting sucked into the chainsaw and jam it up before long. Once that happened, maybe Lada would give her that nanite hotdog she so desired.



"Wow I’m in heaven… Let’s see if I can screw it up!"

— Suki Oyama, Oros the Joyful


It was all happening rather fast. An ice pack was chucked at her face, then stitched to her nose tight enough to cut off the flow of blood. Joy was pretty sure applying an ice pack to someone’s face like that wasn’t typical nurse behavior. But more pressing was her lack of thrust, which caused her to fall before she reached her target. Fortunately, Joy’s newest obsession was there to catch her in a bridal carry. It took Suki a moment to regain her bearings. Stacy had one arm wrapped around her shoulders, and was applying pressure to her nose. The other hand, which was down by her legs, was holding up some ‘crazy cool little lightsaber type dealies’ that apparently wouldn’t hurt. It still wasn’t something that Oros was keen to have shoved up her nose. But none of that seemed to matter when Oros realized her situation. Being cared for by a super cutie that actually wanted to help her was something that could finally be scratched off her bucket list. She smiled and allowed herself to settle into the nurse’s arms.

"I didn't dow dat!" It was hard to say much with her nose clamped shut, but she was deeply appreciative of being spoken to like this. "dell be bore!" For a zombie, her skin was rather soft. It was a shame the nurse was wearing gloves, as she’d have liked to have felt her fingers on her face. But time was waning. As nice as this felt, Joy understood this couldn’t end well. There was no romance here, just the relationship between a patient and caretaker. If Oros did nothing, then the nurse would conclude her business here and move on to other patients. And, well, there was a fight going on. Joy couldn’t just embrace fleeting pleasures and expect her team to win. She had to embrace fleeting pleasures so that she could help them win! Or something.

So while the nurse continued to talk about nosebleed references, Oros reached an arm around the nurse’s neck. Then she, slowly, used her other hand to help guide their faces together for a kiss.



"Lightining: the tool of the gods. And Benjamin Franklen."

— Mika, Oros the Wise


Wisdom did not get her reputation as a sadistic task master for going easy on any of Merrywell’s students. She wasn’t about to hold back now.

The Frankenstein inspired magical girl had a terrible habit of telegraphing her spells with her words. So while Stacy spooled up her lightning attack, the arm ‘broke’ a few feet back. The hand and the attached mass transformed into a forth clone that attempted to jump tackle the lightning zombie girl. It didn’t quite work. The clone was stopped mid-air, but with minimal damage. The counselor's clones were just as durable as she was, and shared many of her powers. One of which was a resistance to magic.

What remained of the counselor’s arm buried itself into the ground before rapidly shrinking. This created a sling shot effect that hurled Wisdom straight towards the student, foot first. "And this one calls for a ka-crack!"

The remaining three clones did not sit by idly. One of them turned into a trampoline, which the other two jumped on. The legs of the trampoline suddenly grew, causing the two clones to be launched skyward towards Storm Witch Stacy and Stacy Stitches. As they soared skywards, their bodies collapsed on themselves until they were two pink masses filled with razor sharp teeth.



"Oh for fuck’s sake…"

— Thalia Alvoy, Oros of Shock and Awe


It was regrettable that her Framewerk was one that operated best at range. While B@B was faster than whatever her opponent was, being a lighter class than your opponent wasn’t strictly an advantage. A few good comps and breakfast would be finished. Thallia doubted her opponent would be so easy to deal with. But as the former hero of the universe, she still anticipated a crushing victory.

As soon as she shifted out of the way.

B@B’s levitation-like movement made it particularly slippery, so even Scylla’s high speed dive wasn’t impossible to avoid. A shame about the hospital beneath her, but now was the time to start hitting her with shit. The toaster quickly morphed into a highly maneuverable saucer (with eggs)

"Alright you rotund bastard!" Thallia roared through the speakers. "Have some sausage links!"

B@B fired two links from her bottom mounted Moonbreaker Railgun. Hopefully her Anti-Battleship Armor Piercing sausages would do something to the flying medusa head.



"Who knew!?!?!?!?"

— Oracle Morowa, Oros the Oracle really big dum dum


Morowa blinked. She wasn’t sure why she had picked that particular group to attack. Were her powers malfunctioning, or was this an intentional setback that Nykannis herself had set up to make things more interesting? She hoped not.

Though she supposed that attack did all it needed to do. Maybe there was another target she could do more against. But while she was in thought, Scylla more or less rammed its open jaw into an entire tower of Axis Mundai. The metal wing disappeared as it was flattened straight to the earth. Dust and debris were kicked into the air, as well as far too many moth girl sized stones.

"Ah…"

With no hope of avoiding the debris (her oracle powers told her as much) Morowa could only embrace the inevitable. She disappeared under a pile of rubble.



"..."

— Davis Gallo, Oros the Conqueror


Davis spun around. His tactical genius prevented him from placing himself in an area where he could possibly be hurt by anything, so he had nothing to fear from falling debris. What he did have was a lot of anger, which he had little issue putting on display.

"YOU CUNT!" He pointed at the giant mecha head. "WHAT ARE YOU DOING TO MY BEAUTIFUL BUILDING!?!?!? THAT COSTS MORE THAN YOUR SORRY ASS! IF YOU EVEN HAD AN ASS< YOU LOOK LIKE YOUR ALL HEAD! ALL HEAD BUT NO BRAIN! NO WONDER YOU HANG OUT WITH ZOMBIES! THEIR BRAINLESS ASSES MAKE YOU LOOK SMART BY COMPARISON! I BET THE SHIT I TOOK THIS MORNING LOOKS BETTER THAN YOU, AND I'M DEALING WITH A BOUT OF DIAREAAAAAAAAAAAAA!"



"Boop boop boop boop!"

"I refuse to react to that."

"You already did, slut!"

"Hmmmm."

— Alexandria & Willow & Geina & Kyra, Carnage Sisters


Stampede Stacy, little Crystallis Stacy, Esperverse Stacy, and Staycee were all in range of the original carnage sisters.

"There the are!" The queenly Willow announced in her sultry voice. "Run them down!" After her call to action, she fired a single round out of her cannon before tossing it aside. It briefly replaced Esperverse Stacy’s head before it too rolled off of her shoulders.

Geina slid her arms inside of two chainguns, which immediately started spinning. "It’s time to fuck some shit up!" Without slowing down, she fired on the four zombie girls without a moment’s hesitation. Especially little stacy, because fuck ‘dem kids.

"Oh! I wanted to boop the cute little one!" But Alexandria didn’t pout for long. As they closed the distance, she prepared to run her spear through Staycee. Willow had her lance concentrated on Stampede Stacy.

Kyra remained silent, quietly observing. She didn’t appear to have a weapon, but was quite different from the others in that she had a notebook and glasses. Though she didn’t look like she was taking notes.



"Hurt me if it pleases you!"

"Wut n’ tarnation!"

"Yup, that tasted purple!"

"W_T_F!?"

— Napoleon & Adar & Julia & Monika, Carnage Sisters


The second, far more dangerous group of carnage sisters had just arrived at the fight when it started to rain star junk all over them. It was rather fortunate that they were robots and unable to feel pain.

"Oh god yes!" Napoleon remarked, looking at the acid that was eating into her body. "I crave to be bathed in all the fluids!"

"Wut n’ tarnation!" Adar didn’t get to fire a single shot before blue lightning took her out.

"I want the yellow flavor!" And the Original Stacy obliged.

"I_WOULD_RATHER_GET_LAZERED_AND_EXPLODED!" was Monika’s last words before getting vaporized.

As potent as murder robots could be, the carnage sisters were way out of their element fighting magical entities like zombie magical girls. The carnage sisters at the end of the day didn’t have a drop of arcane energy in them. They were equipped to bully and harass normal humans, and were out of their element in a fight like this. But they were also nigh unlimited in number.

Back at Axis Mundi, four robots powered up again. Though the place wasn’t quite the same as they had remembered it when they initially woke up. Regardless, it was clear who the threat was.

Napoleon, Adar, and Julia dove out of the partially demolished hospital and landed on Scylla.

"Give mommy a kiss!" Napoleon’s guillotine on a rope wrapped around the robot as she descended.

"Gunna poach you like a terduckin’!" Adar fired their sawed off at the Framewerk before preparing to saw into one of its eyes.

"Don’t forget me!" Julia fell towards the other eye, shield raised in case this thing tried to shoot at her.

Monika did not do anything so drastic, however. She merely appeared on various screens inside Scylla’s cockpit. "I_AM_NOT_A_VIRUS_PLEASE_DO_NOT_DELETE_ME_BUT_I_WANT_TO_CORRUPT_YOUR_SYSTEMS_LOLZ!"



"Working on a post like this in one sitting was a mistake."

— Mika, Oros the Mad


Madness chuckled. "Have fun, Osiris. I’ll play with her a little later, so don’t break her too badly." Her eyes pivoted over to the trio of Tactical Triumvirate S.T.A.C.-Y. "Oh yea, I’m supposed to help with that, huh? But it is kinda fun to watch Savage act like a bullet sponge. Hmmm." She rolled back her shoulders and pointed to the sky directly behind the trio. "How about we sacrifice…" Some creature seemed to push itself into reality. The head of an undead lion twisted its way into reality before opening its mouth. Madness was no longer standing near the scorpion. Instead, she was barreling through the creature’s mouth towards the back of the trio of supersoldiers. "THE ROOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOK!"

A happy accident about having three triplets standing side by side was that their necklines were all in about the same place. With a single swing, Madness threatened to decapitate all of them. Was it going to work? Probably not, but it would be interesting to see which of them they considered a bigger threat.
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