Burger

Altera: Of Departures and Deliverance

"If the spear and axe rush Ettamri and the sword goes for Gwyn and I," Ash whispered to her cohorts, "rush the mage. Matteo, try to sneak around to the mage anyways."

The natural quiet of the rain was a great way to remain unnoticed. Abusing Ettamri's wild charge towards the part of undead, Ash quickly dashed towards the next shanty. Gwyn took the vanguard alone there. With Ash there, she could protect both Gwyn and Ettamri. Hurriedly, she drew her bow and nocked an arrow. This one was meant for the mage. However, it wasn't meant to kill the mage. Ash was unsure if a simple hunting bow could pierce the skull of an undead, or even if it would damage it. Instead, it was meant to interrupt whatever magic it would cast. The second she saw the mage cast something, she would fire the arrow. In case the undead with the sword charged at her and Gwyn, she would drop the bow and defend their healer.

Ettamri's armour could probably take a few blows of an axe and spear. Magic was an entirely different story. If it was a powerful spell or debilitating effect, that would mean that Ettamri would be harmed enough for the axe and spear user to clean up.

Lostman Grafitti

Should Marina tell the truth to this stranger? Definitely not. What person would believe what she had experienced? Not to mention, who would agree to be an accessory to a murder. But it wasn't good to tell pure lies. No, if one was caught out on a lie, then the entire thing would be for naught. It was better to distort the truth. Keep extreme specifics hidden, change some motives, and add a few details here and there. Anything to get whatever information this man had.

With a pensive look, she took her cup in her fingers. She slowly moved it around, swirling the sake. Calmly, she pulled down her mask and brought the sake to her lips. She took a deep breath and slammed the cup back. The sake slid down her throat. Even though it burnt, she didn't stop. She let the entire cup of the burning liquid warm her throat. After swallowing it all, she let out a long breath. She hung her head for a brief moment, only to look back up at Kenshin.

"My sister," she hesitated, "is an idiot." She took a few deep breaths. "She's been missing for three weeks now. Lives by here. This district, I mean. She told me how she was spending time with this guy and that she was just going to a liquor store with him. Hung up the phone and never called back. Police aren't doing anything to make sure she's safe, let alone look for her." Her hand anxiously ran through her hair. "Got this photo of him by asking around the liquor store by her place. If the police can't help, the least I can do is at least ask him if he knows anything."

My Hero Academia: Another Story

Quinn Leiurus || Anarchy Red

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Ironic, wasn't it? The entire idea behind a group of villains hiding inside of a prison was an interesting dramatic flourish. Still though, it was a pretty big risk. A random invitation to join some group of villains. Association? Guild? Union? Really, Quinn didn't get too many details about it. What she did get - the most important part - was their goal. The goal of this group aligned perfectly with her own. If they were to be trusted, then her dreams could be realized. Trusting villains, though? Perish the thought. And if it was a sting? Well, that would really be ironic.

Dressed in what she called a costume - reinforced undershirt, gore tex jacket with a fur collar, simple pants and boots, a wig, and her notorious demon mask - she entered the room. Really, it was easier on all sides if she showed up in her costume. After all, who would trust a bunch of people she would randomly meet? She was pretty noided, after all. Lived her life as low profile as possible. With her tail outstretched and swollen, she took a seat opposite of the woman in the gas mask. Quinn's tail stretched over her back, resting on her shoulder as she waited for the rest of the members to arrive. She could have made small talk with the hooded woman. Emphasis on could. She seemed to be like-minded, after all. No normal person would have been here.

Wareware wa tada betsu no sekai ni tsurete ika reta!

Before Isekai

𝖤𝗋𝗂𝗇 𝖲𝗍𝗈𝗇𝖾𝗐𝖺𝗅𝗅

^{22? • Beastclan • 5'6"}

Personality:

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Erin is a happy-go-lucky girl. She's a hopeless optimist, romantic, and connoisseur of only the finest memes. She's loud, brash, but above all else, headstrong. In fact, she's so headstrong that one would say that she should have been reborn a mule. She's possibly the most stubborn person one would ever meet. When she sets her sights on something, she tries to get it no matter what. Even though she's rather shortsighted in her desires, she still operates under a strict policy of niceties and joy. Though, one could consider constantly spouting random memes as a rather horrible act. In that case, she's the next coming of the demon lord. The meme-on lord.

Background:

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Born as the youngest of three, Erin wasn't really the best of her siblings. Her elder brothers were both incredibly smart, strong, and above all else, better than her. They were talented. Erin wasn't. But what Erin had was determination. Well, determination and a severe give-no-shits attitude of the future that she formed as a coping mechanism for being dumb as a sack of bricks. She tried her best in everything she did. She fell in love with characters in books, only to throw them into the garbage can when she read the next series.

Compared to the strict regiment of studying, work-outs, and increasing their IRL levels her older brothers had been doing, Erin was completely happy going her own way. She loved her brothers. She felt no jealousy from their abilities. Yea, they were talented. Talent was only starting a step forward. They climbed up to the summit of ability with their own hands. Erin was happy at the base camp, working up a few steps to her next goal. Even if she would never reach that summit, her life had meaning. The same meaning as her brothers.

But brain aneurysms could happen at any time.

Class:

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Mage

Skills:

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• Fire Plume - A roaring plume of fire is formed at the end of one's hand. The flame begins to disperse and reduce in damage at about three arm-lengths and completely disperses at thrice that.

• Inflame - By blessing an object with mana, the user infuses the object with a purifying flame. The user can enable an additional target, object or not, that will be unaffected by the flames.

• Lesser Object Control - A control focused telekinesis ability, the user can control a single object within a 9 foot range of themselves. The object is unable to move faster than a languid swing of the arm and can't lift anything they can't carry with one hand, but they can control it as accurately as if they were holding it in their own hand.

• Cure Wound - A light healing spell that allows for the healing of minor wounds. Dislocated joints, broken bones, and such still need to be manually set. Blood isn't replaced.

• Cleanse - A light healing spell that cures poisons, simple sicknesses, and expels dirt and grime from objects.

[ SPECIAL ABILITY/ITEM: ]

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SOON.

Wareware wa tada betsu no sekai ni tsurete ika reta!

• Inflame - By blessing an object with mana, the user infuses the object with a purifying flame. The user can enable an additional target, object or not, that will be unaffected by the flames.

Does it give people additional mana?

@Avemelle

No, it's basically enchanting a single object with the mana you use, allowing it to catch fire and deal additional fire damage. Sort of like dipping an object into flammable tar and then lighting that on fire.

Wareware wa tada betsu no sekai ni tsurete ika reta!

Aaand the idea for a special is sent in a PM

Yeet

Before Isekai

𝖤𝗋𝗂𝗇 𝖲𝗍𝗈𝗇𝖾𝗐𝖺𝗅𝗅

^{22? • Beastclan • 5'6"}

Personality:

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Erin is a happy-go-lucky girl. She's a hopeless optimist, romantic, and connoisseur of only the finest memes. She's loud, brash, but above all else, headstrong. In fact, she's so headstrong that one would say that she should have been reborn a mule. She's possibly the most stubborn person one would ever meet. When she sets her sights on something, she tries to get it no matter what. Even though she's rather shortsighted in her desires, she still operates under a strict policy of niceties and joy. Though, one could consider constantly spouting random memes as a rather horrible act. In that case, she's the next coming of the demon lord. The meme-on lord.

Background:

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Born as the youngest of three, Erin wasn't really the best of her siblings. Her elder brothers were both incredibly smart, strong, and above all else, better than her. They were talented. Erin wasn't. But what Erin had was determination. Well, determination and a severe give-no-shits attitude of the future that she formed as a coping mechanism for being dumb as a sack of bricks. She tried her best in everything she did. She fell in love with characters in books, only to throw them into the garbage can when she read the next series.

Compared to the strict regiment of studying, work-outs, and increasing their IRL levels her older brothers had been doing, Erin was completely happy going her own way. She loved her brothers. She felt no jealousy from their abilities. Yea, they were talented. Talent was only starting a step forward. They climbed up to the summit of ability with their own hands. Erin was happy at the base camp, working up a few steps to her next goal. Even if she would never reach that summit, her life had meaning. The same meaning as her brothers.

But brain aneurysms could happen at any time.

Class:

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Mage

Skills:

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• Fire Plume - A roaring plume of fire is formed at the end of one's hand. The flame begins to disperse and reduce in damage at about three arm-lengths and completely disperses at thrice that.

• Inflame - By blessing an object with mana, the user infuses the object with a purifying flame. The user can enable an additional target, object or not, that will be unaffected by the flames.

• Weak Control Object - A control focused telekinesis ability, the user can control a single object within a 9 foot range of themselves. The object is unable to move faster than a languid swing of the arm and can't lift anything they can't carry with one hand, but they can control it as accurately as if they were holding it in their own hand.

• Cure Wound - A light healing spell that allows for the healing of minor wounds. Dislocated joints, broken bones, and such still need to be manually set. Blood isn't replaced.

• Cleanse - A light healing spell that cures poisons, simple sicknesses, and expels dirt and grime from objects.

[ SPECIAL ABILITY/ITEM: ]

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SOON.

Secret Password:

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Cutie

Wareware wa tada betsu no sekai ni tsurete ika reta!

Begone, foul creature.

@ERode

Wareware wa tada betsu no sekai ni tsurete ika reta!

i'm here, queer, and announcing my presence because i felt my identity being torn from me

Re: Life

Umi checked what the happening on her phone. A notification. Pure magic was to be unlocked when three prerequisites were completed. Well, seven prerequisites. Four of them were technically different flavours of the same thing. But that was a clue. Even a dumbass like Umi could figure out how to do all of those things, right? This was now her quest to get the mythical pure magic so she could blast Katsuo to the moon with a kamehameha wave.

"Let's go get my magic tested," she said before adding in a little flourish to her statement, "so I can dab on these haters."

Really, everything she wanted in this world was to get to the moment where she could do some dumb shit like flying around blasting people with kamehamehas with one hand and eating the everything burger on the other. She would complete her mission at any cost. Her hopes and dreams would not be stopped. Unless she died again. But what were the odds of that? NIL, ZIP, NOTHING. SHE WOULD LITERALLY REFUSE TO DIE THE SECOND TIME AROUND. That's all there was to it. If there was magic, she could probably just live via purity of will. But that was some bizarre manic thought process that she had thought up of in a random tangent. In the mean time, she could train her magic. Quickly, she rubbed her hands together. Like some caveman, the thought of heat = fire was in her mind. She would make fire and master it. Same with some other elements. Anything for the kamehameha.

Altera: Of Departures and Deliverance

The squishing of mud and the uncertainty of the ground certainly wasn't the best, but Ash couldn't help but feel brief moments of pleasure from the rain. The muffled steps, the scent of earth, fauna, and rainwater, the cool chills. While having below the shins soaked was unpleasant, the feeling often vanished as an unnatural calmness took place. Only moments before, they were hunting a massive frog that could kill them in one hit. Now, they were simply together in the world. No enemies in sight to make her remember the harshness of the world. It was pleasant.

Ettamri proved herself to be capable - a god amongst rats as she gave the battle tactics going into the next fight. It was a plan. That's what Ash knew. She wasn't experienced enough to know what a good plan was. Having their fierce knight go in to do most of the work while the rest of them assisted their healer in taking down their caster. The entire plan was to get a quick advantage and push it until they won.

"Okay." The simple response was enough. There was no point in dwelling on such things.