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[HIGH CASUAL] ► Her Majesty's Spirit

This roleplay seems very interesting. Here is my attempt at a witch.

Hatzur

Hatzur

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N A M E

Hatzurmarana Etse Tsorovah

T I T L E

The Sell-Spell

N A T I O N A L I T Y

Alovia - Witches’ Huts

A G E

26

G E N D E R

Female

A P P E A R A N C E

Hatzur is a tall woman, standing at about 1.75m, with a slim and elegant figure. Her hair is silver colored and usually kept short, her eyes, in contrast, are of a deep black colour. She has a sense of fashion that seems very atypical for a witch, with practical and sophisticated outfits which are kept impeccably clean. The colors are typically matching white and black with rarely ever any other color except the occasional gemstone accessory. She likes to wear gloves and boots to avoid touching things with her skin. She sticks to her style no matter what, though she adapts what pieces she wears depending on the environment they will always follow a similar style.

I N T E R E S T S

- Technology
- Thelannian Culture
- Fashion
- Expensive meals
- Architecture
- Wine
- Falconry

P E R S O N A L I T Y

Hatzur is a cold, aloof individual who sees the world through an equally cold mindset, often victim blaming those who are less fortunate. She faces such a world with a focus on practical, if not utilitarian, behaviour, she knows the very people who created traditions and codes of honour would break and bend them to fill their personal objectives, so why should she abide by them? The good side of this is that she is also open minded, not rejecting to look into other cultures and philosophies as she doesn’t assume her background is the best. In particular, she has a keen interest in Thelannian culture and all of their technology.

Her number one objective is to simply live well, being a witch makes that an issue, as many struggle to just live by, seldom living in the wealthy standards Hatzur wants for herself. Many people say that the strongest animals survive, but she recognizes many animals survive by being not worth the trouble, and that is somewhat her approach to her own survival, keeping things discreet and having a lot of fallbacks to rely on. She considers herself to be clever, and definitely has shown some persuasive power in her dealings, be it in a straightforward manner or playing around with people’s psyche, and she often values similar traits in others while thinking overly idealistic people will just bring about their downfall.

H I S T O R Y

She was one of the daughters of a merchant family in a city that was booming with the newfound peace between the kingdoms. Of course, where there is coin there is crime, and while the ports and fancy estates were growing in size, so was the underworld, and her family was not one that thought twice before applying underhanded practices to get ahead. Thinking the girl would grow to be part of the family, they shared a lot of their ‘wisdom’ with Hatzurmarana, which, along with a life of luxury, made the girl start to dream about the day she would be an adult, have her own shops and ships to command, make decisions.

And then the witch nature manifested itself. One day she was resting in bed with silk bed sheets, the other, she was scorned, sent off to the end of the world with barely anything but her own clothes, off to cross a murky swamp all by herself. It was a shock and it left her extremely bitter. She was discovered to be adept to black magic and revealed herself to be a diligent student of the arts, yet also one that seemed to question everything around her. One day, while being told the classic cautionary tale of the young witch who tries to save a kid just to be met with suspicion by the parents and eventually hunted down, it clicked on her that maybe that witch was just a fool, people don’t understand the value of gifted things, perhaps if she had asked for a high price, if she had mocked the foolish peasants for thinking they could ever afford her medicine, they would have understood the value of what she was offering.

This eventually led to her starting to play around with the idea of selling her services as a witch. There were many things she could do that had clear practical value, be it a pretty gemstone glowing with magical charge or an enhanced item, she just needed to convince the non-magical folk that they had a demand for such items. And it worked, with a careful approach and some intrigue she found herself some clients, those first transactions starting rumors, rumors which, once guided properly, ended up bringing her more clients. Many witches didn’t like that, calling her a “sellspell” due to her acting just like a mercenary, a sellsword, she didn’t mind it, it was a truth she wasn’t afraid off.

It was all going awfully well which was why she expected something to go wrong. The disappearance of Queen Anice was exactly that. The type of business she was growing was an alternative to the typical war services witches provided, if hostilities were resumed she was sure she would be forced into that outdated model. Furthermore, she had an honest interest in Thelan, not just as a place of potential business but as someone who held a legitimate interest in their culture and philosophy, she didn’t want this war.

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Cosmic Tales (Robot Girl/Mecha Musume RP) [ENDED]

Merry Christmas!

★ Soul Eater : The Kishin Hunt ★

Arlette Sylvestre

Keith Solomon

October 21st
Death City, Nevada
Joint Solomon-Sylvestre Apartment -> E.A.T. Classroom

Tags: @Inertia - Keith.

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"Bonjour Keith." Arlette would answer, after seeing her Meister arriving from his quick shower. "Oh, I am well, though that movie last night turned out to be a big fiasco, you were lucky you fell asleep. " she said with a sigh, finally finishing up her large cup of coffee. His second sentence would make her raise an eyebrow. "You felt it as well? I was hit with a sense of unease earlier, it feels like something is brewing! Or maybe it was just the postman walking by, hate those guys." she jested.

Postman?, Keith thought. In cases like these he compared her to a guard dog, scaring away any visitors. The thought caused him to chuckle before he pushed it aside, "On my run. It felt like I had a pair of eyes on me." He said, gulping down the last bit of his cappucino before continuing, "Probably nothing." He glanced at the clock at the wall before began digging into the granola bowl, they still had a healthy amount of time left.

"And if it is something, it wouldn't be all that bad. Been a while since I had a soul! Mission assignments seem to be going slow in preparation for the Death Festival." she would say, waving around a fork with a piece of pancake on it before devouring that last bit of her breakfast, sighing happily as she now had the proper amount of food and caffeine to start her day proper.

He nodded in agreement, but kept it to himself that he was slightly glad that missions slowed down. Partly for obvious reasons and partly because he thought that they could improve their synchronization as a team, something they both subconsciously felt. As he ate the last spoon of the bowl, he piped up. "Time to get ready soon then." He stood from the table and began gathering his belonings, his notebooks, pen, glasses and whatever knick-knacks. "You too, Arlette."

"Oh... Actually, I didn't mess with that stuff for all weekend so everything should be in my bag already," she said, rubbing behind her head and giving Keith a fanged smile, as the implication was that she had not done her homework. "Just gonna take a quick shower and I will be ready to go." she winked and quickly left before running away from the living room to avoid being scolded, as she had promised she would not slack on that anymore.

"Arlet- That girl." Keith said. I'll reprimand her another time. The only thing he asked of her is to keep up with her studies, he didn't want her dropping out. With a sigh, he put on his glasses, grabbed a book about soul theory, and then laid down on the sofa. He figured he may as well pass the time reading as from experience she seemed to enjoy bathing and takes her time. He really couldn't argue with her, baths are simply just relaxing and oddly enough, for napping.

Arlette was very sensible to sensory stimuli and easily distracted by them, not too different from a dog in a sense, it was why she needed the repetitive sound of the clock to be able to sleep well, else she would find herself distracted by every single noise echoing through the night. The shower had a similar effect, and she often found herself being far more brooding under the drip of cold water than she was in her daily life.

Today her thoughts were similar to Keith's, minus the good sense of not being gung-ho about fighting if you still have a lot to improve. Because they had had a strong start, enough to allow them to move into the EAT Class, the duo had so far not done much to try to increase their synchronization outside of the basics, such as moving in together. However, now that they had the company of more able Meister - Weapon duos to compare themselves to, it was clear their initial good sync was just a first step in a long, long journey. Yet, she wondered how they could improve further, so far everything had come to them naturally, she never had to think much about it, it was hard to jump to rigid exercise routines and the like from something as freeform as that.

Before any answer could come by, she finished bathing, quickly dressing up in her actual outfit, with the boots, black skirt, blouse, vest and the red bandana with fake wolf ears. "All done Monsieur Solomon~" she would say cheerfully, walking into the living room once again. No response would come as she should have suspected. Keith had true skill when it came to falling asleep, it was even the reason why they had only a shower instead of a bathtub, and even then he still had dozed off in the bath a few times.

Walking up to him, she would smile, gently taking off the book from over his face and putting it aside, carefully taking off his glasses and placing them on the case before, finally, "gently" grabbing him by the feet and starting to drag him off the couch, off the apartement even. She wondered if he would wake up, sometimes he didn't, those were the fun times, totally worth having her arms hurt for a few days.

Keith was jostled awake, it took him a moment to recognize where he was and who was dragging him by his ankles. It was obviously Arlette. From what he could tell, they had just left their apartment, the little people scattered about on the sidewalk eyed them with curiosity. "Damn it, not again." he murmured. "You can let go now."

Arlette blinked rapidly, still walking a bit before stopping. "Oh... you woke up! Heh, was expecting to make it to the school like last time~♥" she gave Keith a fanged grin before extending her hand to help him up. "Oh well."

He slapped his dusty jacket a few times while walking with Arlette, flicking off some lose stones that found its way into his jacket. "Could've gone for a more gentler option. Something like a princess carry." he joked, getting his rucksack back and slinging his it over his shoulders.

Hearing the last few words, her eyes would widden, looking impressed, reaching for a small pocket notebook on her vest, writting down something, and then placing it back,"I will remember that~" and unlike her homework, she really would. Stepping closer to Keith now that he was up, she would help a bit by patting some dust off the jacket too. "Let's get going then?"

The duo were close to the E.A.T. classroom, Keith yawned and stepped into the classroom. He found their assigned seats and settled in, he didn't feel like napping again considering what Arlette might do to him if he does. Instead he opted to find his glasses and a piece of paper. Wordlessly he puton his glasses began sketching away, this time a perspective shot from his view of the classroom. "Oh, right. Arlette, have you done your homework?" he asked despite knowing the answer.

Arlette was writing on her actual notebook in a hurry, trying to do her homework at the last minute, she had the hope that all the morning shenanigans would have made him forgot about it. "Errr... uhmm.... Let's say maybe I... did not do it... uhh... fully." she only knew how to lie when it was for the express purpose of mischief. "Okay, look, I am in a bit of a pinch, Monsieur Hellsing is no Madame Barr but I think I might be pushing it. Could you not help your beloved demon weapon friend out of this one? I know you did yours. Please? I can do anything you want in exchange and I promise next time I won't mess up."

"Arlette Sylvestre. You've made your bed, now lay in it." he said harshly, stopping his sketching. Coincidentally, his homework was open next to him. Coincidentally he felt a suddent surge of sleepiness, he placed his feet on the tabled and covered his face with another book and laid back. This is the last time. he thought, knowing full well that this was the fifth last time. Keith really shouldn't indulge her like this, but he figured he would just make doubly sure to be harsher next time.

She would frown at first, pouting, before blinking rapdly as she noticed what was actually happening. Keith you are the best~♪ she thought, but didn't say it out aloud, instead focusing on quickly copying his homework. Although at first she had a wide smile for having been saved, she quickly found herself frowning slightly. She was used to messing up and get stares from teachers, but with Keith... it felt kinda bad. She would try her best next time and wouldn't watch movies or series until she was done with her homework! ... Then again, maybe one episode to relax a bit before starting wouldn't hurt...

Keith sighed. Now all they could do was simply wait for class to begin, that would still take a bit considering the classroom was almost empty, most students yet to arrive. At least it would be enough time for Arle to finish copying the homework.

Cosmic Tales (Robot Girl/Mecha Musume RP) [ENDED]

"Rigid?" ironically, the comment would made Vilkas stiffer, as if her alloy had just lost all of its malleability, was she weird? Even a fellow robot was saying she needed to relax, and it wasn't only her as well. The change of topic did more to relax her than the call for her to ease up.

"Swarm aliens? What could one even do with those that hasn't been done already. I can see why they became a priority target in comparison to the average rogue scientist. And for sure! We won't allow it." she tried to have some enthusiasm, as she had seen other robots show, but Cura did drown her with her overbearing confidence.

"I...I-it's a pleasure to meet you too, Captain Cura...!" she would say in a shy manner.

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Dostrex was Dostrex, it never changed. few places were beautiful on this planet's surface, and even then, it was a type of beauty you had to learn to enjoy. On the other side it did provide absurd amounts of materials and geothermal power, one of the two factors that made it so friendly to long term illegal bases.

Vilkas would have been in the scouting group to search for the lab, but the operation barely lasted, the lab barely bothered to hide itself, Vilkas assumed it was because so few ships ever came to this accursed area.

"Captain, my calculations make me believe that I will be better suited to go directly for the scientist. My superior speed is suited for this type of mission and if I do not superheat my tail it is actually useful for the non-lethal take down of target. Furthermore, with this environment, I believe they will try to escape through tunnels or vehicles, even the most armoured of robots can't survive the heat for long, so I will make sure to inform you if I spot their escape method."

Maho no Sedai - A new generation of Magical Girls RP

@DamnTheGacha The prequel was animated. Its officially on Amazon Prime in English.

Maho no Sedai - A new generation of Magical Girls RP

@DamnTheGacha I am also big on Yuuki Yuuna, I even made a flowchartfor how to follow the series back in the day (Nogi Wakaba is a Hero is one of my favourite magical girl media, its great.)

Outside of that, I like CCS, some Precure seasons (haven't watched many, but I liked gopri a lot), Symphogear. I also like classic mahou shoujo, though the only old shows I really love are Sally the Witch and Minky Momo (also check out a series on youtube called Mahou Profile for info on classic shows, its great). Not big on Sailor Moon and Madoka but I respect those series a lot.

Ironically, for Hotaru, I think Madoka was the main inspiration, not in mood or character type, but in terms of power and outfit which are very loosely magical without a clear rule on what they have to look like, often taking inspiration in mundane weaponry and military uniforms.

★ Soul Eater : The Kishin Hunt ★

Arlette Sylvestre

October 21st
Death City, Nevada
Arlette and Keith's Apartment

The morning light gently radiated into Arlette's room, diffused by the curtains it filled the surprisingly well-organized bedroom with a faint orange glow. The room was filled with plants, they were on the floor, on shelves and on the wooden furniture, this was not only because Arlette enjoyed gardening but also because they were essential to keep the air fresh and cool in spite of the Nevada heat. The faint glow was enough to wake the Demon Weapon, who would stir in her bed for a moment before stretching, yawning.

She would look to her side and find her clock to set its alarm off, alarms were annoying by nature, but an unnecessary one ringing was way worse. The clock itself was a classic analogue one, Arlette found the mechanical sounds of the clock lulling, which was good for someone who had trouble sleeping, and furthermore, she just didn't like silence.

Getting up, she would get herself something to wear, shorts with a loose t-shirt would do for the moment, also placing her hair in a ponytail since she would likely be preparing the breakfast. Her mood was bright, she didn't mind Mondays, that was half because she was easy-going, half because she was not putting much of an effort in the classes anyway so weekends and weekdays tended to blur. That said, the news that one's position in the Death Festival would count for their grades did make her a bit annoyed. She was looking forward to it since, to her, battling was fun, especially now that she had a meister, but the use of it as a grading factor added some tension to it. Leave it to schools to turn what could have been fun casual violence into a chore.

Moving to the living room she did notice Keith was not around yet, or more accurately, as she came to learn, he had already been up and left for his training session. It surprised Arlette quite a lot to learn he was an early bird, considering how he was sleepy the rest of the day. Perhaps all the energy he saved was spent on this, or perhaps it was this act that made him sleepy, it was a mystery.

What she knew was that he would likely be hungry when he came back and Arlette herself was always hungry by default so she hurried to the kitchen, to start preparing a nice well served breakfast. She possessed a natural talent for cooking, she was able to discern the taste of the ingredients down to the most minute details and knew exactly when to use, transform, suppress or highlight them. It wasn't something born from deep thinking or focus, as she was still sleepy at the moment, yawning with her eyes barely open, but rather a more instinctual feeling based wit.

Knowing that Keith would come back soon, she would set the table. The amount of food seemed a bit excessive for two people but considering Arlette's appetite it was a modest serving. There was a clear division between her's and her partner's dishes, she had picked up that Keith liked sweeter flavours, they had never talked about it but she could see from his expression, so she made sure to prepare what he would enjoy, french toast with berries and a granola bowl along with a cup of cappuccino. For herself, she preferred things such as omelette, bacon pancakes or ham with cheese along with bitter black coffee, also in an unreasonable quantity.

Looking at her reflection in the dark surface of the coffee she was hit with a sudden uneasy shiver. "Hmm?" she wondered, "Strange for my senses to act up like this at home... Maybe there is something sneaky going on somewhere, I wonder what~♪" she smirked, sipping on the coffee.

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A few weeks earlier
Death City, Nevada
DWMA

A chance meeting

"Mum did tell me to be a bit more active..." Keith mumbled to nobody as he placed the ad on the wall. "And if nobody shows up, no skin of my nose. I tried."

On the hastily made ad was seeking a 'drawing model' and nothing more. Keith huffed in satisfaction, totally oblivious to how his poster could be interpreted another way. He then trot towards the designated room, drawing book in hand, ready to simply just nap in the dark room. As soon as he arrived he laid back on one of the sofas and placed the book over his face- falling asleep within minutes.

Arlette yawned as she walked into the halls, how bored she was. As the months passed, most demon weapons had already found their partners, unlike her, which just made everything so difficult for the girl. It was harder to tease people because they would often walk in groups, it was harder to spar because she was no match for the proper duos, it was almost driving her to stop being lazy and actually put some effort on finding a partner, but just thinking about having to spend hours looking over profiles and seeking people out made her fatigued.

"Ohhh?" She stopped her walk all of sudden, a mischievous grin forming on her face as she slowly turned towards the wall. [Drawing Model Needed] said an ad. As she looked over it seemed to be that opportunity to play around she was looking for. There was so much potential in this situation, she was already thinking of all the ways she could make this fun, striking silly poses, misunderstanding orders, sneakily moving props about and, of course, the classic act of pretending she thought it was a 'human anatomy study' which was bound to make the boy or girl who posted the ad quite embarrassed.

Swiftly taking the paper off the wall, she would use it as guidance to the room assigned, being impressed at how dark it was and at the person who was waiting in there. Not only because said person was sleeping, but because he was not the image of the sheltered teen artist she had in mind. "Hello?" she would announce, approaching the sleeping figure. "Is this the place where someone needed a model?"

Keith snapped awake as soon as he heard a voice next to him. Lifting the book off one of his eyes, he saw that there was indeed a person in the room with him. Curse my luck. Keith thought to himself, fumbling up and reaching for one of the light switches on the wall. He eyed the person who had answered hid ad, she was a student he saw frequently around the school. He didn't know much about her other than being somewhat infamous for a reason that escaped him. There was a moment of silence in the room.

"I am Keith..." He finally said, forgetting to introduce himself fully. "Ah. Solomon, er, Keith Solomon. You are?"

"I am Arlette Sylvestre, a pleasure to meet you." Now that the light was on and the book was off the face, Arlette too recognized the boy as someone who definitely existed within the same space as her, though she did not remember seeing him around too much or ever interacting with her. "So..." she would wait a bit, waiting for something to be said. "About... the drawing offer? What shall I be doing to assist you, monsieur?"

"Yes, you will also be compensated for this." Keith continued, he swept his hair behind him to get a clearer view. "Down to business. Would you change, please." He stared at her after making his demand.

She nodded. Change, of course, so she would need to wear some outfit or something? The wolf-like girl would start to look over the room, still smiling at first, though a few things did start to come to her attention which painted a peculiar scenario that was not developing necessarily to Arlette's advantage. There was a noticeable lack of a changing room or even a divider or curtain she could use, also noticeable was the lack of any clothing she had to wear. Suddenly her eyes widened, it couldn't... be, no way a school would let a drawing session like that run in their facilities, but then again, it was pretty much an essential part of proper classical art lessons... Arlette took a deep breath, she was likely overthinking.

"So, uhm, you want me to change right here, right now?" she asked, a bit more sheepishly than her usual tone.

"As soon as you are able, yes." Keith said, raising a brow at the confusion. He pulled up a wooden stool and a lectern to him, placing his drawing book on it and readying his materials. "Oh, I get it." He walked over to the corner of the room, pulling up a podium for her to lay herself on. "I seem to have forgotten, sorry about that." He pulled the podium next to Arlette before sitting back down behind his lectern.

"Alright, whenever you're ready." he said, continuing to bore down at her as he had entered into his 'drawing state'.

"Ah, o... okay. Just a moment." Cheeks slightly red, Arlette placed a fist over her mouth as her mind raced to find a way out of this situation. Her pride wouldn't allow her to back away now, so leaving the room or clearing the misunderstanding was not an option. She took a deep breath and gulped, closing her eyes for a moment. "It is fine," she thought. "It is completely natural and professional, nothing out of this world really! No need to be shy over showing some skin. I can do this!"

Slowly, she rose her hand to her vest, removing it before slowly starting to unbutton her blouse, trying her best not to blush and failing at it.

"WAIT." Keith almost screamed aloud with flushed cheeks, holding his hand out whilst simultaneously covering his eyes with his other hand, "What in the world are you doing Miss Sylvestre?!" This was the first time in awhile that he had raised his voice above 60 decibels.

She was legitimately spooked by the suddenness of it, flinching at the sudden and unexpected raise of his voice. "W-what?" she questioned, it was not like she had unbuttoned too much, she was too nervous for that, just showing a bit of cleavage at most. "What do you mean!? I was doing exactly what you had asked me to, Monsieur Solomon!" she retorted, also breaking a bit from her polite persona she had been showing so far. "Didn't you ask me to model for you?"

Keith buried his face in his hands and sighed for a few seconds, "Yes, it is indeed a modeling gig." he continued, "But when I said 'Change' I meant change into your weapon form. Not out of your clothing. I wanted to improve my detailing. What did you think this job was Miss Sylvestre?" The ad popped into his mind, the whole situation replaying in his head and how the misunderstandings piled up. Oh god.

"Ah. I see how this whole scenario happened." He said, as if receiving an epiphany. He bowed to her in apology. "My apologies. I'll give you the amount I was going to pay you at the end to make up for the misunderstanding."

"Weapon form!? You did not even mention you needed a Demon Weapon in the ad, you are lucky one of the few girls who are not a Meister in our class showed up today." she barked, still a bit grumpy even as he started to say he was sorry. Though when he offered to pay, she changed her expression, that was a bit over the line for her. "Wait, no need for that, I was not even here for the cash, as a matter of fact, you didn't even mention payment in the ad. Furthermore, hey, it's no big deal, no need to embarrassed over such things, you know, I was raised by wolves in a forest, so I didn't even know what clothing was for most of my life," she said, as she hastily buttoned up her shirt in a speed a thousand times faster than the one displayed when she unbuttoned it.

"So just relax. It has been a while since I fully changed into my weapon form anyway, so I am glad I have the chance to do it."

Keith sat, letting tens of seconds pass before being unable to hold back a light chuckle at the absurdness of the situation. "As long as you don't mind, please go ahead." he said, keeping it to himself that he thought that she was brave for willingly just taking her clothes off like that infront of a stranger.

She nodded, finding herself a bit tense again, as it was quite rare for her to turn into a weapon, she hoped she would not be seen as silly or wonky when compared to more practical and common weaponry such as swords and guns.

"Alright. Here I go!" in a flash, her form shifted, and over the podium was now a double-bladed glaive, black and copper in color with a moderately complex design, with branching blades that all seemed to have a specific function in battle.

As soon as Arlette changed into her weapon form, Keith was impressed. She turned into a double bladed glaive with an intricate, ornate design. She seemed to be the perfect design of form and fuctionality while still maintaining a certain coolness factor. "Beautiful." he said unconsciously, before focusing on her form and starting the line drawing on his book. His eyes swam around her, absorbing every detail and shape as he sketched her.

It would take him a bit over an hour to be satisfied with his drawing of her weapon form. He scratched his cheek, going over the details, composition and perspective once more before nodding in satifaction. "I think that's it, Miss Sylvestre. You're good to change back."

The compliment was more than a bit unexpected, she was thankful that she was in her weapon form. Staying still for one hour was a bit of a challenge, but it was also hard to sleep in such a situation. Eventually she started to focus on the artist as a way to distract herself and it was kinda interesting to see how keen he looked when he was focused, it was a different sight from the sleepy boy she had been interacting with. Particularly, she found it interesting how he could perform complicated and fast movements with his hand while not even looking at the drawing sheet, that was some impressive coordination skill.

When he finished she was more than glad to turn back, sitting in the podium, stretching her limbs. "Staying as a weapon for too long makes my muscles feel stiff" she complained, bust soon enough she was smiling, as she stood up and walked towards Keith. "Oh! That is actually quite great, Monsieur Solomon, I am impressed." She said, leaning forward as she inspected the drawing of her weapon form, noticing how accurate it was down to the most minute details even she seemed to forget were there.

"Solomon's too stiff, Miss Sylvestre, just call me Keith like everyone else does." Keith replied, his hands fishing through his pockets for the money, "Staying still for anything other than sleeping is a pain."

"Here, for the trouble and staying to do the 'modeling'." He said, his expression going back to how it normally was as he yawned, "You can keep the sketch of yourself if you want."

"Hmm. I will consider your request monsieur." She said playfully, as he had basically sealed the fate of how she would address him. "Hmm... I still do not feel very much like taking this money, the drawing is more than enough payment for me."

Tapping her finger on her chin for a moment, she smiled. "I say we wisely invest this cash on something to drink, or maybe ice cream, something cold because I personally can't stand this heat. Nobody is gonna use this room for a while right? It is pretty nice in here compared to the rest of the school at the moment, good ventilation and facing away from the sun. So yeah, want to do that? I can go grab it and be back in a moment." Sharing the spoils with Keith did make her feel less bad for taking his money for doing what she intended to be a prank initially.

"It is your money and I did just ask for a huge favour. So yes, I am fine with that." he replied, lifting his shoulders slightly. "This room is nice. Tend to nap here when I have free time, especially in heat. Likely an extra room people forgot about."

She nodded and quickly left the room, returning a little while later with a few snacks and some juice. "Back." She announced, quite loudly, expecting the artist to be asleep. As she set the table, she picked up the drawing again, to set it aside "It really is impressive, you must have draw your Demon Weapon partner quite a lot to reach such skill, no?"

Keith jostled awake from his short-lived nap. "Guh. Urgh." he moaned, "Partner? Not quite, don't have one assigned, been lazy." He straightened himself to stretch, his joints popping at each motion. He picked up a juice box and poked a hole through it.

"You?"

"Pretty much on the same boat. Gah. It is such a bother to have to look for a partner. I really don't know what I will do about it." She said, calmly taking a juice box for herself, starting to sip on it before the logical conclusion sank in.

"Oh! We could team up. Would save us a lot of trouble, I say." She proposed, turning to face Keith. Not only it would end her troubled as a lone Demon Weapon but it would give her access to this room which seemed great for naps, it was a great deal all around for Arle.

"Huh." He placed a hand on his chin, "As long as we're comptatible I am fine with it." It came with the added benefit that his parents would finally get off his back about finding a permanent partner instead of temporary ones.

"Shall we try?" He stood up, finsihing off the last bits of the cookie. He hoped it would work, as it would have been a massive weight off his shoulders.

"Très Bien! It won't hurt to try... actually it might if our compatibility is bad, but I got a good feeling about this one." She would nonchalantly shove a few cookies in her mouth, chewing them up quickly and swallowing, taking a deep breath as she walked forward.

"Right. Place your hands over here." Arle would guide his hands so he was holding both of her sides, hands resting just under her ribs. She took a deep breath and would shift into her weapon form, the Demon Glaive now in Keith's hold.

Keith spun her multiple times around himself before settling into a two-handed resting stance, Arlette fit like a 'glove', more-so than any other demon weapons he had tried. "Well." he said, patting himself with a free hand. "I don't seem to be bleeding." The wavelength felt compatible and nothing seemed out of the ordinary. He spun her with both hands infront of him continuously and then came to a stop.

"This will do nicely." he continued, "I am surprised a demon weapon as superb as you has not found a partner yet."

"And no excruciating pain to report on my side as well. Seems like it worked out." The weapon would say after being tested out and swung. "Yeah, when I arrived I was set with a few meisters but it never worked out, none were able to move with me with as much dexterity as you just did. I was called too big or too complex back then, and honestly, I kinda believed it for a bit. Though as you spun me around just now, I felt... right? I guess? It's hard to put it to words, but it made me realize how wrong they were, I just needed to find the right someone it seems."

Returning to her human form, she would face Keith and smile. "So thanks for that!"

"It's always the unskilled that blame their weapons." Keith replied simply, he couldn't agree more with what she said. He held out his hand for a handshake, "We'll be working now it seems, partner."

She nodded and grinned, taking his hand and shaking it. "Indeed, and I look forward to working with you!"

His face turned serious for a moment, "Now back to the personal business." he said, dimming the lights and laying back onto the couch, an eyemask somehow on his face "I am gonna catch up on that nap I missed. I'll see you around, Arlette."

"J-just like that?" she blinked rapidly, seeing Keith already fall asleep on the couch. "Oh well. Guess I should probably handle the paperwork of this. See you later~" she said with a smile, knowing there would be no reply at this.

Maho no Sedai - A new generation of Magical Girls RP

♦ Hotaru Hakurai, Magical Girl of Lightning

It was a calm evening for Hotaru, ever since she found the artefact and became a magical girl she had taken the habit of doing nightly patrols around her neighbourhood. She was far from having the experience to not look suspicious, and didn't get yet that it was better to do such things in her magical girl form, but it was a start. Though a less excusable behaviour was having her headphones on while theoretically being on the look out for signs of strange events happening.

No headphone would be able to muffle what she heard however, and it wasn't even anywhere within her neighbourhood! She immediately reacted, raising her arm and allowing the bells of her wristband to ring, this would trigger the transformation though she wouldn't wait patiently for it to be done, the girl already starting to run towards the direction of the loud roar as bolts of electricity shot from nearby power lines and appliances into her clothing, making it glow with an electric cyan light while it shifted.

It didn't take long before she went from the streets to the rooftops of the urban area, jumping from building to building with great speed and grace, an aspect imbued into her from her magical powers, as she made her way across the city blocks, soon arriving at the clear source of the incident.

"What... is that..." the girl said in a confused whisper, holding her scarf over mouth as she tried to be sneaky. She knew there was trouble, she knew she would fight, why else would she be a magical girl, but seeing the enemy in person was another thing entirely, even a girl as confident as Hotaru would find herself vacillating.

Though it all would change once she noticed something, her eyes widening. "Its after a person?" she questioned, as there was more than one type of shriek in the area, and one was clearly born from fear. This made her mind, she wouldn't wait in the shadows any longer, instead her suit glowing bright as she jumped down and ran into the area, aiming for one of the many broken windows, wanting to make her way into the store and rescue the civilian before anything truly terrible happened to them.

Cosmic Tales (Robot Girl/Mecha Musume RP) [ENDED]

This situation... Vilkas was one to keep things simple and logical, emotional behaviour was seen to her as often foreign, but, this once, she found herself gritting her teeth ever so slightly. It brought back bad memories, though even worse than those memories was the realization she only had learned they were bad not too long ago. One just doesn't know how dark things really are until they see a glimpse of light. In such a situation she was caught by surprise by the sudden approach of her superior, her tail tensing up.

"Ah! Ma'am! Yes, I am VILKAS." she said in a startled tone, a rare one for her, it took her a moment for her typical behaviour to return. "Not quite, it seems this mission won't deviate from my typical use in battles, outside of the change to the closed space the illegal laboratory will provide. Well... I do wonder a bit about the nature of these labs..." she vacillated for a moment. "No, I am sorry for my behaviour, it is not my place to wonder about non-vital aspects of the mission. I am ready for deployment."

Now that she was done talking, she really took a moment to observe her superior's outfit. Vilkas really didn't understand fashion, it seemed, and the people who cared about clothing really seemed to have such unusual choices. For the robot who walked with her frame exposed, fancy jackets and hats were really alien, shark themed or not.

★ Soul Eater : The Kishin Hunt ★

Arle

Name
Arlette Sylvestre

Nickname/Alias
Arle

Age
15

Gender
Female

Race
Demon Weapon

Appearance
Taller than the average, standing at 1.71m, Arlette has a slender frame, slim enough to look agile but wide enough to not look lanky. Her eyes have a colour close to bright copper and her, often messy, wavy brown hair goes down just past her shoulder. She has noticeably sharp teeth, with fangs.

For clothing, she says she doesn't care much, and while it's true that she doesn't seem to have an interest in fashion or looking tidy she clearly seems to favour a certain style, usually going for boots, loose white clothing with jackets or vests of contrasting darker colours.

Her demeanour is typically confident, she rarely looks uncomfortable with herself unless she is stuck inside a room for too long. She has an intense stare, even when her facial expression is relaxed, though more often than not she looks a bit smug or annoyed.

Soul Appearance
Dark red in colour, with a fanged smile and what looks like a hood.

Personality
It is said Arlette was raised by wolves, the veracity of that is questionable as she is known to tell tall stories, though from her behaviour you would suspect that might as well be the case.

Simply put, she does what she wants and has the social conventions at the bottom of her priorities, add that to a tendency to say what is in her mind plus a love for teasing and tricking others and you end up with a well-known trouble maker, albeit a cheerful, friendly one, who doesn't see the harm in her taunting and lack of a sense of personal space. In fact, once one crosses her, which is hard to do, all the playfulness stops and she starts to address such people fewer, colder words. It takes a long time to regain her trust once you break it.

She is pretty active, often preferring the outdoors and the touchable practical, and quite brave, even liking to fight in fact, sometimes even bitting more than she can chew. While she has a natural practical 'cleverness' to her, not many would describe her as smart or knowledgeable and she certainly doesn't have grand views on society and the world, just wishing to not be bothered by either, she likes the simple things like eating, fighting and sleeping.

While struggling with teamwork, often because she wants to do things her way, she is also quite protective and loyal, sometimes even described as a 'big sister type', ready to take as many hits as necessary so her allies are safe and often actively making sure they are not going too far or putting themselves in harm's way, which is ironic, considering she is prone to both.

Likes
Food
Movies
Sparring
Food
Gardens
Sunsets
Rainy Days
Food

Dislikes
Clear summer days
Orders
Control Freaks
Homework

Fears
Having to get an actual job
Seeing someone she cares about harmed

Partner Name
Keith Solomon - @Inertia

Weapon Form
Double Bladed Glaive - Demon Glaive

Weapon Form Description



She takes the form of a double bladed glaive, with a variety of branching blades and handles to perform complex attack and defence patterns. Design-wise it has a black and copper colour scheme, the upper blade has a vague semblance to a wolf's head while the lower one has a straight simple shape that resembles a tail. The use of two blades sacrifices the finishing power of a single blade weapon but offers protection and the potential to keep up the pressure on opponents with sudden and constant slashes.

Miscellaneous Abilities/Skills
She has good wilderness survival skills and a great sense of direction.

Soul Resonance
"The blades shifts in form, gaining a golden glow and growing a bit in size, as the Demon Glaive goes from a focus on control to a focus on attack. When the swing of the weapon happens, the upper half grows massively in size in a burst of energy, as soon as it hits (or is blocked) the lower half repeats the process, allowing for a sneaky second strike of the weapon, finishing in a stylish X shaped cut if both attacks landed."

Extra
May add gratuitous french to her sentences, sometimes.
Is actually a great chef, she doesn't know why or how, but she is.