Burger

Shugo Tensei Samurai - A Cyberpunk Fantasy RP

^{Brize Kawara} | _Cash

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While the net was an intangible, the millions of device that ran the net definitely weren't. The big question on it was this: if someone was setting up a relay for a private network, why would they put it on the side of a building? That's what Brize was trying to solve. Of course, that was just an incidental series of thoughts. What she was actually doing was routine maintenance on a relay. They had multiple for redundancy and protection from physical attack, but she still needed to do routine maintenance on each one at some point. So there Brize was, hanging off of a roof with flashlight in mouth, tools in hand, and rope tied to ankle. If she wasn't getting paid for it, she'd probably be upset. Well, not upset. More if she wasn't paid, she wouldn't think about the relays at all.

As she worked on it, a familiar sight in the Sakanoshita pushed their way through the streets. In truth, Brize wished that the gaggle of enforcers would just walk on by. They had a meeting in an hour, after all. It would be bothersome to deal with them in any capacity. Still, Brize watched as they blundered their way in.

"Ack-"

She watched for a bit too long, as a matter of fact. She ended up slipping away from the relay as she focused a bit too hard on what the people were doing. With a twang, her descent was instantly halted. In a slight daze from the sudden stop, she sighed as she checked her pockets to make sure nothing fell out.

Well, the boss and her comedic foil could deal with the rabble inside. What Brize needed to do was figure out a way to escape this mess of her own design. For now, she'd just... hang in there.

Cacophony Concord

Lv. 128
HP: 330/1210 SP: 183/1830 MP: 30/30
^{STR – 1038 | AGI – 237 | END – 254 | DEX – 117 | LUC – 70}
Inspect

It was over. As it turns out, being a strength monkey did have its benefits. Who would have thought that she could negate restraint forms of CC by just ungabungaing them? While their drops were essentially useless besides flavour, it was still nice to get a big W against players. It was a great benchmark on what she could do. She didn't think that she could jump so high, but she did. She didn't think that she could slam people so high in the air that they flew, but she did. At this point, she felt like Joe Yabuki. She slowly drifted down and lay on the ground. Her eyes closed, pentazotl fading from underneath.

Then Ames suggested a break. Instantly, she got the Ashita no Joe good ending. With a quick flick of her legs, she shot back on her feet and regrouped with the rest of the gang.

"At this point, a stray shot could probably take me out. A break sounds good," she said. It was especially good because she had spent so much poop-sock grinding that she didn't know what it looked like. She wanted to see how her magic puddle compared to a housekeeping NPC + moving building combo, especially since dealing with the motherfucker with his own personal sun. Her jealousy was off the charts at this point.

Though in fairness, if she had either of those nuclei, then she would just end up using them as weapons. Such was the monkey brain.

"It would be pretty funny if these guys were part of a charity for war orphans, though." She said to the group as they inspected the common weapons. "You know. Supplying weapons to orphan soldiers."

Symphony of Espers

Apollo Greit

Well, that was the ghost dealt with. At least, for a few seconds. Without a doubt, the lispy ghost skulked back into the walls to no doubt continue being an annoying shit. Well, out of sight, out of mind. For a few moments, anyways. While the Protector and the other healer dealing with the corpses, Apollo made it his plan to help Billy. If he was going to break through, Apollo might as well try to make the other side safer for him.

Apollo moved to get a view beyond the ice. The cracks would make it more difficult to see him, or so he had hoped. Plus, Billy actively breaking things down would probably make it easier. He scaled up the side of the remaining barrels, the weight of each one acting as a fair anchor for which he would climb. With the ability to see over the ice-wall, he could se- wait, was that the lisp ghost again?

Well, fuck it. Do the tried and true classic. Once again, energy gathered in his hand. Although he had to finagle a weird position of jamming his legs and elbow between barrels to make a pitch, he tossed another ball of light at Gunther. If it worked last time, it'd probably work again. Don't fix what ain't broke.

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24 | Male | Freelancer | Bastard
Restraining Order | Spear | Physical | Unenforceable
Second Skin | Regrowth
God Complex | Light | Give Him Thanks
[Reveal (2), Purity (4)], Heal (16), Stabilize (0), Purify (6), Reflect (4), Damage X(6), Powerful (0), Trap (0), AoE (2), Full Extend (4)

DAMAGE: E | SPEED: C | SENTINEL: D | 750
[Silver Projectile][Damage X]
PHYSICAL: E | ARCANE: D | CHAOS: C | 480

Shugo Tensei Samurai - A Cyberpunk Fantasy RP

Brize Kawara

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^{Brize Kawara} | _Cash

____________________________________________________ C H A R A C T E R I N F O R M A T I O N Name: Brize Kawara Nicknames/Aliases: Cash Birth City/District: Sakanoshita District Age: 22 Height: 5'0" Racial Background: Japanese Race: Y.S.G. Awakened Hair Color: Ash Eye Color: Blue Appearance: Brize's appearance could easily be described in one sentence: a woman larger than her height. Despite standing at a cool 5" with a lithe body, she has a massive amount of presence with every step she takes. Her hair is almost always accessorized with random things found in the bargain bin at a dollar store. Likewise, her clothes are always worn to the point of fraying. Despite dressing like she came out of a dumpster, Brize has an unnatural charisma to her. Every single action of hers exudes confidence. Even when she massively fucks something up, she looks cool doing it. Her eyes are piercing as though they'd spot anything hidden in a contract. Mutation Marker(s): The most notable mutation of Brize are the two horns on the top of her head. Her second mutation isn't easy to see. However, it can easily be felt. Brize's skin radiates an extreme amount of heat. Brize's touch is extremely uncomfortable with the average person only able to last 10 seconds before they let go. Well, either that or 10 seconds before Brize yells at them for getting their sweat on her. Personality: Brize is someone who has gone their own way for too long. She's someone who giveth no shits and taketh no fucks. Despite her intelligence and aptitude for design, she generally plays everything as it goes. Every single plan of hers is ramshackle and subject to change. It would be one thing to say that she goes with the flow, but with her confidence, it's more the flow slamming directly into a wall and bouncing around until it finds a path. Brize rarely gets happy, sad, or mad. Instead, her default emotions are smug, exasperated, and sarcastic. Even if everything is burning around her, she'll still put a cigar in her mouth and finish what she's doing. Aspirations: Fat stacks of cash. Freedom to do anything she god damn wants. A place where all of the children like her could have a home Fears: Poverty - Brize fears going back to the time she had nothing. Meeting her mother - Brize doesn't know what'll happen if she ever meets her mother again. She's deathly afraid of it, though. Vehicle: Kawasaki ZX-HVR Lite Custom - Originally designed during the infancy of consumer hover technology, the ZX-HVR Lite Custom is a relic of the past. While its original purpose low-cost street racer meant to be the bottom of their lineup, the bike quickly gained a fan base due to the forward thinking (read: inefficient unless modded) design of the bike. Its compatibility with most parts, its tuning capability, and the fact that it could run on even the dirtiest YoFuel turned the bike into the premier choice for people who wanted a project bike. While its initial run was fairly short as bike manufacturers quickly managed to improve on their hover technology, the bike managed to capture the hearts of bike enthusiasts everywhere for just how custom they could make their Lite Custom. Though, its more common to find the bike in piles of trash than on the streets these days. The capabilities of the bike for its time weren't stellar. Its road capabilities are great, but its hovering technology is severely lacking. Its only capable of sustained hover for 30 minutes before the required safety measures force it back on the ground. Brize's vehicle has had every safety feature removed. Her hovering has been extended to an unknown amount of time. The only indicator that the bike is going to explode from heat is Brize's ass beginning to roast. The top ground speed of 250 KM/H has been... underestimated. While her speedometer doesn't work, she probably can run it at about 500 KM/H before the thing rattles apart. The bike has been well used. Not exactly well loved, judging by all of the dents and scratches. People who inspect the bike often say that it's a miracle the thing can run at all. Perhaps its the bike fearing its rider will destroy it if it gives out. Perhaps it's dumb luck. P O W E R / C Y B E R N E T I C S I N F O R M A T I O N Strengths/Natural Abilities: Visualization - Brize can accurately visualize massive designs in her head. This helps for navigation, her ability, and building random things. Digital Wizard - Brize can rapidly analyze data and traverse networks with extreme ease. While she isn't an urban legend-tier hacker, network administrators are always bewildered that they have an untraceable request for a bunch of junk data. Y.S.G Enhanced - Like every Y.S.G holder, Brize has enhanced everything. However, she doesn't exactly specialize in any single aspect. Fearless - Despite feeling every ounce of pain, Brize can't help but going all out at all times. She has zero chill. Weaknesses/Flaws: Value-based - Brize assigns everyone a value based on how useful they are to her. The fact this is well known is enough to cause friction. She even tells people their current value if they ask. Crash-Tested - High speed chases aren't exactly Brize's strong suit. While she's not a bad driver, her lack of self-preservation ends up being more of a hindrance than benefit. As it turns out, she can't make that jump or fit that gap, but she's going to try anyways. Cash - Cash is the core of Brize's ideals. If someone offers her $50 to do something that risks life and limb, she'd probably do it. Of course, she doesn't take any bet she can't win. She has the foresight to choose the option she thinks gets the most money, at least. Glutton - Her properties as a space heater chews through her calories. Brize needs a lot of food to stay satiated. She also gets tired faster than other people. Y.S.G Ability(ies): Base Ability: Printing Brize has the ability to transmute objects. As long as she can visualize the object and has similar enough materials, she can create an unstable facsimile. This facsimile works exactly the same as the original object. However, there are definite limitations to this process. The larger and more complex, the more time she needs. Additionally, it becomes more and more unstable. Something like a bullet would last for a few hours before falling apart. A computer would break down as soon as she creates it. The stability also relates to the base materials. If she transmutes a hunk of iron to a fork, it would last for months or even years. If she transmutes iron dust to a fork, it would only last for a few hours. Awakened Ability: ??? Soul Binder/Weapon(s): Kongō - A 4ft jō seemingly made out of old Japanese cedar. Despite being a Soul Binder, it has no discernible qualities to its appearance except for looking like a nice rod of dark brown wood. Its main feat is its durability which Brize has tested on numerous occasions. To this day, nothing has even caused the rod to even slightly bend. Kongō also seems to disperse the force of what strikes it. Brize knows this because she tried to stop a truck by standing in front of it. She wasn't hurt, but she was pushed around for a solid 2 minutes before the driver noticed. Its summon and desummon is heralded by an explosion of dust and smoke. While this only lasts 5 seconds before dispersing, it gives Brize a quick moment to scuttle out or scuttle in. Bluntlow Arms Defender Mini - A 9mm pistol designed for the concerned citizen, the Defender Mini is an 8 shot pistol that fits into any purse or pocket. While it feels like it's made from the shoddiest 3d printer and comes pre-dirtied and dented, it's cheap enough to find in garbage cans. Funnily enough, that's where Brize found it... Cybernetics/Gadets/Accessories: Origa Industries LayerMaxx - A neurolink deck unusable by the majority of the population. Using layered data and mental displays, the LayerMaxx creates a sandbox environment to access the net. However, for the vast majority of people, the information received is often a garbled and useless mess. However, Brize's mind seems perfectly suited for using it. If something bad to happen, the LayerMaxx will instantly shut down and leave Brize with mild discomfort and massive dizziness. Hammer-Jack - A "unique" cyberpick of Brize's design. It's a hammer with a microcomputer and terminals on it. Using her LayerMaxx, she can slam the claw-end into certain parts of machinery to allow her to directly hack something like a biometric door. Alternatively, she can use the hammer end to break off the door knob. Either works. E X T R A Anything else? She smokes cigars solely because it has had a noticeable effect on negotiations. She doesn't like the things, but hey, a benefit's a benefit. Theme Song

H i s t o r y Incase it's long The Sakanoshita District is no place for a child. However, as is the nature of the world, countless children hide between the bars and brothels as they wait for their parents to come home. Brize was one of these children. Trapped in the walls of an apartment too small for even a child, Brize would wait for her mother to come home. Brize's mother wasn't nice. No, the district had long taken away her soul. Despite that, Brize waited every single day with nothing but her imagination. She dreamed of her father to take Brize and her mother to a better place. She dreamed of the neon words and figures she could only see if she stood on her tip-toes. She dreamed of how the cars worked. She dreamed of the lives of the voices she heard through the walls. That mythological figure appeared one day. He promised Brize's mother a better life for her child. Of course, her mother would be compensated. She did raise Brize all this time. And so the figure took Brize to the dark room. Brize didn't like the dark room. She didn't like the room one bit! It was even smaller than her old home! Not only that, there was a cuff around her arm at all times. Even if she tried, she couldn't move. Brize hated it there. She was always hungry and tired. No matter what she thought of, she could never get her mind off the dark room. Brize wanted to leave, but nobody would let her. All she got was yelled at! So Brize thought to take things into her own hands. She listened to the steps. They changed in pitch as the men walked outside. They went up, they went down. Brize's mind slowly made a map of the sounds. Soon, those sounds were given form. Cold damp concrete. Broken pipes. The rattle of other rooms. The echo of cries from deep within. The young Brize knew she had to escape. She had nothing. The cuff around her arm had a small slot, but she had nothing to put inside. Despite this, she kept on trying. She tried every chance she got. Her nails cracked and ripped. Still, she didn't give up. Every moment, she tried to get it off. Her body warmed. Was this a fever? It lasted for days. She didn't feel any worse. She just needed anything to fit into the cuff. Anything. Anything. Anything. A small spike made of dust. She had it. It was in her hand. How long was it in her hand? She didn't know. She dug around the cuff until it snapped open. She was out. She could reach the door. There was another lock. It didn't matter, she just did the same thing. The dust changed size and shape until the door finally opened. She knew each step. She knew each hallway. So Brize walked out of the building. Not a soul saw her. She was free. She could dream about the neon again. Of course, her story didn't end there. Brize was on her own. She scrounged in trash, sold what she could find, and worked any job that came her way. There was always work in Sakanoshita. She cleaned vents that only a child could fit into. She gave tissues advertising clubs with XXX signs. She bought and sold assets. She invested in herself. She took on jobs to deal with data networks and create programs. Soon, she had a sizeable amount. But that wasn't enough. No matter how much she earned, she always wanted more. Throughout her years working and taking care of herself, she realized something important. There was always money in crime. Of course, there was even more money in toppling the current system. Eventually, she was noticed by Tsukiyama and her gang of merry men. They needed someone in-house to maintain their network, after all. It helped that her aptitude with money also led to her being a bookkeeper of sorts. Plus, she cleans the bar on the weekends. Their interests aligned and Brize joined her gang thinking of it of a long-term investment.

Shugo Tensei Samurai - A Cyberpunk Fantasy RP

Brize Kawara

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^{Brize Kawara} | _Cash

____________________________________________________ C H A R A C T E R I N F O R M A T I O N Name: Brize Kawara Nicknames/Aliases: Cash Birth City/District: Sakanoshita District Age: 22 Height: 5'0" Racial Background: Japanese Race: Y.S.G. Awakened Hair Color: Ash Eye Color: Blue Appearance: Brize's appearance could easily be described in one sentence: a woman larger than her height. Despite standing at a cool 5" with a lithe body, she has a massive amount of presence with every step she takes. Her hair is almost always accessorized with random things found in the bargain bin at a dollar store. Likewise, her clothes are always worn to the point of fraying. Despite dressing like she came out of a dumpster, Brize has an unnatural charisma to her. Every single action of hers exudes confidence. Even when she massively fucks something up, she looks cool doing it. Her eyes are piercing as though they'd spot anything hidden in a contract. Mutation Marker(s): The most notable mutation of Brize are the two horns on the top of her head. Her second mutation isn't easy to see. However, it can easily be felt. Brize's skin radiates an extreme amount of heat. Brize's touch is extremely uncomfortable with the average person only able to last 10 seconds before they let go. Well, either that or 10 seconds before Brize yells at them for getting their sweat on her. Personality: Brize is someone who has gone their own way for too long. She's someone who giveth no shits and taketh no fucks. Despite her intelligence and aptitude for design, she generally plays everything as it goes. Every single plan of hers is ramshackle and subject to change. It would be one thing to say that she goes with the flow, but with her confidence, it's more the flow slamming directly into a wall and bouncing around until it finds a path. Brize rarely gets happy, sad, or mad. Instead, her default emotions are smug, exasperated, and sarcastic. Even if everything is burning around her, she'll still put a cigar in her mouth and finish what she's doing. Aspirations: Fat stacks of cash. Freedom to do anything she god damn wants. A place where all of the children like her could have a home Fears: Poverty - Brize fears going back to the time she had nothing. Meeting her mother - Brize doesn't know what'll happen if she ever meets her mother again. She's deathly afraid of it, though. Vehicle: Kawasaki ZX-HVR Lite Custom - Originally designed during the infancy of consumer hover technology, the ZX-HVR Lite Custom is a relic of the past. While its original purpose low-cost street racer meant to be the bottom of their lineup, the bike quickly gained a fan base due to the forward thinking (read: inefficient unless modded) design of the bike. Its compatibility with most parts, its tuning capability, and the fact that it could run on even the dirtiest YoFuel turned the bike into the premier choice for people who wanted a project bike. While its initial run was fairly short as bike manufacturers quickly managed to improve on their hover technology, the bike managed to capture the hearts of bike enthusiasts everywhere for just how custom they could make their Lite Custom. Though, its more common to find the bike in piles of trash than on the streets these days. The capabilities of the bike for its time weren't stellar. Its road capabilities are great, but its hovering technology is severely lacking. Its only capable of sustained hover for 30 minutes before the required safety measures force it back on the ground. Brize's vehicle has had every safety feature removed. Her hovering has been extended to an unknown amount of time. The only indicator that the bike is going to explode from heat is Brize's ass beginning to roast. The top ground speed of 250 KM/H has been... underestimated. While her speedometer doesn't work, she probably can run it at about 500 KM/H before the thing rattles apart. The bike has been well used. Not exactly well loved, judging by all of the dents and scratches. People who inspect the bike often say that it's a miracle the thing can run at all. Perhaps its the bike fearing its rider will destroy it if it gives out. Perhaps it's dumb luck. P O W E R / C Y B E R N E T I C S I N F O R M A T I O N Strengths/Natural Abilities: Visualization - Brize can accurately visualize massive designs in her head. This helps for navigation, her ability, and building random things. Digital Wizard - Brize can rapidly analyze data and traverse networks with extreme ease. While she isn't an urban legend-tier hacker, network administrators are always bewildered that they have an untraceable request for a bunch of junk data. Y.S.G Enhanced - Like every Y.S.G holder, Brize has enhanced everything. However, she doesn't exactly specialize in any single aspect. Fearless - Despite feeling every ounce of pain, Brize can't help but going all out at all times. She has zero chill. Weaknesses/Flaws: Value-based - Brize assigns everyone a value based on how useful they are to her. The fact this is well known is enough to cause friction. She even tells people their current value if they ask. Crash-Tested - High speed chases aren't exactly Brize's strong suit. While she's not a bad driver, her lack of self-preservation ends up being more of a hindrance than benefit. As it turns out, she can't make that jump or fit that gap, but she's going to try anyways. Cash - Cash is the core of Brize's ideals. If someone offers her $50 to do something that risks life and limb, she'd probably do it. Of course, she doesn't take any bet she can't win. She has the foresight to choose the option she thinks gets the most money, at least. Glutton - Her properties as a space heater chews through her calories. Brize needs a lot of food to stay satiated. She also gets tired faster than other people. Y.S.G Ability(ies): Base Ability: Printing Brize has the ability to transmute objects. As long as she can visualize the object and has similar enough materials, she can create an unstable facsimile. This facsimile works exactly the same as the original object. However, there are definite limitations to this process. The larger and more complex, the more time she needs. Additionally, it becomes more and more unstable. Something like a bullet would last for a few hours before falling apart. A computer would break down as soon as she creates it. The stability also relates to the base materials. If she transmutes a hunk of iron to a fork, it would last for months or even years. If she transmutes iron dust to a fork, it would only last for a few hours. Awakened Ability: ??? Soul Binder/Weapon(s): Kongō - A 4ft jō seemingly made out of old Japanese cedar. Despite being a Soul Binder, it has no discernible qualities to its appearance except for looking like a nice rod of dark brown wood. Its main feat is its durability which Brize has tested on numerous occasions. To this day, nothing has even caused the rod to even slightly bend. Kongō also seems to disperse the force of what strikes it. Brize knows this because she tried to stop a truck by standing in front of it. She wasn't hurt, but she was pushed around for a solid 2 minutes before the driver noticed. Its summon and desummon is heralded by an explosion of dust and smoke. While this only lasts 5 seconds before dispersing, it gives Brize a quick moment to scuttle out or scuttle in. Bluntlow Arms Defender Mini - A 9mm pistol designed for the concerned citizen, the Defender Mini is an 8 shot pistol that fits into any purse or pocket. While it feels like it's made from the shoddiest 3d printer and comes pre-dirtied and dented, it's cheap enough to find in garbage cans. Funnily enough, that's where Brize found it... Cybernetics/Gadets/Accessories: Origa Industries LayerMaxx - A neurolink deck unusable by the majority of the population. Using layered data and mental displays, the LayerMaxx creates a sandbox environment to access the net. However, for the vast majority of people, the information received is often a garbled and useless mess. However, Brize's mind seems perfectly suited for using it. If something bad to happen, the LayerMaxx will instantly shut down and leave Brize with mild discomfort and massive dizziness. Hammer-Jack - A "unique" cyberpick of Brize's design. It's a hammer with a microcomputer and terminals on it. Using her LayerMaxx, she can slam the claw-end into certain parts of machinery to allow her to directly hack something like a biometric door. Alternatively, she can use the hammer end to break off the door knob. Either works. E X T R A Anything else? She smokes cigars solely because it has had a noticeable effect on negotiations. She doesn't like the things, but hey, a benefit's a benefit. Theme Song

H i s t o r y Incase it's long The Sakanoshita District is no place for a child. However, as is the nature of the world, countless children hide between the bars and brothels as they wait for their parents to come home. Brize was one of these children. Trapped in the walls of an apartment too small for even a child, Brize would wait for her mother to come home. Brize's mother wasn't nice. No, the district had long taken away her soul. Despite that, Brize waited every single day with nothing but her imagination. She dreamed of her father to take Brize and her mother to a better place. She dreamed of the neon words and figures she could only see if she stood on her tip-toes. She dreamed of how the cars worked. She dreamed of the lives of the voices she heard through the walls. That mythological figure appeared one day. He promised Brize's mother a better life for her child. Of course, her mother would be compensated. She did raise Brize all this time. And so the figure took Brize to the dark room. Brize didn't like the dark room. She didn't like the room one bit! It was even smaller than her old home! Not only that, there was a cuff around her arm at all times. Even if she tried, she couldn't move. Brize hated it there. She was always hungry and tired. No matter what she thought of, she could never get her mind off the dark room. Brize wanted to leave, but nobody would let her. All she got was yelled at! So Brize thought to take things into her own hands. She listened to the steps. They changed in pitch as the men walked outside. They went up, they went down. Brize's mind slowly made a map of the sounds. Soon, those sounds were given form. Cold damp concrete. Broken pipes. The rattle of other rooms. The echo of cries from deep within. The young Brize knew she had to escape. She had nothing. The cuff around her arm had a small slot, but she had nothing to put inside. Despite this, she kept on trying. She tried every chance she got. Her nails cracked and ripped. Still, she didn't give up. Every moment, she tried to get it off. Her body warmed. Was this a fever? It lasted for days. She didn't feel any worse. She just needed anything to fit into the cuff. Anything. Anything. Anything. A small spike made of dust. She had it. It was in her hand. How long was it in her hand? She didn't know. She dug around the cuff until it snapped open. She was out. She could reach the door. There was another lock. It didn't matter, she just did the same thing. The dust changed size and shape until the door finally opened. She knew each step. She knew each hallway. So Brize walked out of the building. Not a soul saw her. She was free. She could dream about the neon again. Of course, her story didn't end there. Brize was on her own. She scrounged in trash, sold what she could find, and worked any job that came her way. There was always work in Sakanoshita. She cleaned vents that only a child could fit into. She gave tissues advertising clubs with XXX signs. She bought and sold assets. She invested in herself. She took on jobs to deal with data networks and create programs. Soon, she had a sizeable amount. But that wasn't enough. No matter how much she earned, she always wanted more. Throughout her years working and taking care of herself, she realized something important. There was always money in crime. Of course, there was even more money in toppling the current system. Eventually, she was noticed by Tsukiyama and her gang of merry men. They needed someone in-house to maintain their network, after all. It helped that her aptitude with money also led to her being a bookkeeper of sorts. Plus, she cleans the bar on the weekends. Their interests aligned and Brize joined her gang thinking of it of a long-term investment.

Cacophony Concord

Lv. 128
HP: 330/1210 SP: 183/1830 MP: 30/30
^{STR – 1038 | AGI – 253* | END – 276* | DEX – 117 | LUC – 70}
Inspect

With nothing more than a fragment of HP and SP left and her body looking extremely charred and cooked through, Mags felt something deep and primal about the world.

Magic fucking sucked. There was nothing worse than being cockblocked in what you could and couldn't do. Thus, being trapped in the shame cube made it a bit rough to do anything. Still though, Mags had something that the Kannushi didn't: a slight numerical advantage. If one of her numerous allies could free her, she could certainly do something.

With one of the few things she could do, she summoned her field and lamented its ability. Sure, it was a cool novelty. In a world of magic, constructs, death beams, and bikes, it was a little lacklustre to not be affected by physical crowd control. Still, it was her field. If there was even a 1% chance of it doing something, she'd pop it up at this point.

With the warm seawater under her, she charged at the kannushi. Even if the barrier stopped her, her raw physical strength was certainly something to behold. She refused to die to some wacky snare plus death-beam-for-over-half-HP combo. She'd run over to the Kannushi and do what she was meant to do: pummel this motherfucker directly into the ground.

Especially because her god damn puddle cost SP and the Kannushi's solar sun cost nothing since he could cast that shit while unable to consume resources.

God she was jealous of that shit.

Symphony of Espers

Apollo Greit

Even with his face torched, Apollo was still his belligerent self. Though, the pyromancers getting their souls ripped out of their body was a new one. With a massive barrel coming at him, Apollo jumped back out of the way, his mantrap dragging the two pinned pyromancers with him. It didn't quite matter since the Protector attempted to swat the barrel out of the way. Still, with the two pyromancers with him, Apollo did what he had to do. With brutal speed and efficiency, Apollo's mancatcher disengaged and he used the stick end to strike the two magi in the solar plexus. Such a blow would leave them out for a moment. At least long enough for Apollo to kick the ass of a ghost.

"Ain't my fault for someone sending tweens to war." Apollo snapped back at Aria. He wasn't going to really care about a few deaths here and there. If something happened, then it happened. He was reckless and uncaring as always.

With a radiant glow, a ball of light formed in his hand. Sure, the first one he threw was blocked. A good portion of that was his recklessness. This time, however, he wasn't immediately pitching the orb. No, he held it for a brief moment as the barrel flew at the ghost. It was a two-step plan this time. If the ghost tried to dodge the barrel, Apollo would toss it right at him. If he phased on right through like a ghost would, he'd toss it directly at him as soon as possible. It was a randomly made tag-team attack, but one that would have better results than Apollo just randomly tossing shit.

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24 | Male | Freelancer | Bastard
Restraining Order | Spear | Physical | Unenforceable
Second Skin | Regrowth
God Complex | Light | Give Him Thanks
[Reveal (2), Purity (4)], Heal (16), Stabilize (0), Purify (6), Reflect (4), Damage X(6), Powerful (0), Trap (0), AoE (2), Full Extend (4)

DAMAGE: E | SPEED: C | SENTINEL: D | 750
[Silver Projectile][Damage X]
PHYSICAL: E | ARCANE: D | CHAOS: C | 570

Symphony of Espers

Apollo Greit

With new pyromancers appearing, Apollo had suddenly found himself bombarded by fireballs. Of course, he did have a large indestructible way to defend himself. As the fireballs from purple and two-tone came at him, he swatted them away with his spear. Sure, it fucking stung as the pyrokinetics burst on his mantrap and the vibrations carried themselves to his hands, but he was fine. If Billy's hunk of rock could stop it with very little damage, Apollo swatting them out of the way wouldn't be much damage.

"Fucking christ!" He yelled in annoyance. "Why does every mission have to be fire everywhere and people coming out of shit like it's a clown car!"

Rather than saying this to nobody, it looked like he was directly yelling it at two-tone, briefly recharging after he threw a few fireballs.

In his fit of annoyance, Apollo went, for lack of a better term, berserk. Quickly turning around, he swung his mantrap at green-hair's skull, absolutely cranking him with the hunk of metal.

Once he had done so, he spun to deal with the two pyromancers who had been blasting him. In a feat of reckless abandon, he charged two-tone with his man trap with the aim of locking him within its jaws. Once collected, he'd push him directly into purple and go from there.

He'd probably just hide behind the two of them if needed. Ghost-gurt man would probably do something. Might as well use the teenagers for something.

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24 | Male | Freelancer | Bastard
Restraining Order | Spear | Physical | Unenforceable
Second Skin | Regrowth
God Complex | Light | Give Him Thanks
[Reveal (2), Purity (4)], Heal (16), Stabilize (0), Purify (6), Reflect (4), Damage X(6), Powerful (0), Trap (0), AoE (2), Full Extend (4)

DAMAGE: E | SPEED: C | SENTINEL: D | 750

PHYSICAL: E | ARCANE: D | CHAOS: C | 660

Cacophony Concord

Lv. 128
HP: 1120/1210 SP: 366/1830 MP: 30/30
^{STR – 1038 | AGI – 475* | END – 254 | DEX – 117 | LUC – 70}
Inspect

With her skin now bubbling and blistering, time was now of the essence. Mags had to take action to deal with it. With a mech being summoned and her brief moments of alone time soon to be interrupted, she knew that she was one of the few people that could handle this current situation.

Taking a deep squat, each muscle of her leg seemed to flex and contract with a glorious power. This wasn't any ordinary stance. No, this was the power of [Huscle Muscle]. Her agility increased. Would it help her reach such fantastical heights? She didn't know. It was worth a shot.

With a titanic bound, she flew into the sky. The earth under her cracked once more and gave way, this time under the immense pressure of Mags' strength and agility. The roughneck yakuza princess had proven that perhaps man was meant to fly. At least, for a very brief moment. But that wasn't the point of her master plan. Perhaps every moment of being a brawler has led to this. No, that would be too little. Every second of her time in this game was meant to reach this moment of glory. Burning up as much gas in her tank as she could both in digital stats and mental energy, she went for it. This would be the [Guillotine Drop] to end them all.

As Mags approached the kannushi on the stone, she went for his neck. Her glorious arc in the sky was, in her mind, exactly enough to take him back down all the way.

Only one question remained.

Who was going to be Icarus and fly too close to the sun?

Cacophony Concord

Lv. 128
HP: 1210/1210 SP: 1281/1830 MP: 30/30
^{STR – 1038 | AGI – 237 | END – 254 | DEX – 117 | LUC – 70}
Inspect

"And I'll kick your ass too you son o-" Mags yelled back to Leif before the sudden increase in speed caused her brain to quickly reboot.

With the wind on her step thanks to Leif, Mags charged at their back line. Despite her reputation as a slow ass, she was, by virtue of a big stat number, marginally the fastest runner out of all of them. Leif just didn't have to run, so that made that comparison moot. However, the speed boost given to her was greatly appreciated.

Fighting tanks wasn't really Mags' style. She'd much rather blow up some squishy with her mighty fists.

The first strike set up tempo for fights. With the intent of striking the hand-jutsu mage with [Vein-Sealing Acupuncture] to suppress whatever resource they may be using. If she was going in, Mags was going in. Brutality was the name of her game. The samurai would probably have to deal with Amulak's flesh golem and Ames, at least for a moment. Raime blasting the backline would also help her get in.

However, this plan wasn't exactly without faults. She'd effectively be dealing with two people at once. Well, that was a problem for future Mags. Current Mags had a protein shake on the hip and half the mind to Smartman a Sanguine Downpour if things got a little sticky.