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Our Daily Lives have Become a Battlefield: A Battle School RP

These jelly donuts from the Japanese cafeteria sure are delicious!

Our Daily Lives have Become a Battlefield: A Battle School RP

@RoflsMazoyMaybe I'm being a little too nitpicky but the name "Voltron" isn't going to mean much of anything to most Japanese people. ^^; Go-Lion maybe, but even then it's a lot more obscure in Japan than it is in the west. A better idea would probably be something like Getter Robo or Combattler V or GaoGaiGar or something.

@Rin

Clearly we're getting a CR-tier "localisation" within the post.

Our Daily Lives have Become a Battlefield: A Battle School RP

Does Shiroyama have a uniform or some kind of dress code? I didn't really think about that possibility until now.

Our Daily Lives have Become a Battlefield: A Battle School RP

Sabi Fuko

Fuko stopped at the top of the school's stairs. Someone was already on the roof for their lunch, which took her favourite spot. She didn't really want to share the roof either, despite its size.

'Maybe I'll just go to the cafeteria and watch people trip and ruin their clothes again.' Fuko thought as she carefully descended the steps. An onlooker would note the similarity in her stair technique with an elderly woman - however, it was due to the likeliness of a nasty fall that Fuko descended the stairs so deliberately.

After an eternity of descent, Fuko strolled down the hall towards the cafeteria. She recognized the room that her club, the Fortune Telling Club, met in as she walked past. The door was covered in talismans sealing wickedness, bad luck, and other similar things. There actually were several layers placed over each other. The oldest ones at the first layers simply sealed bad luck, then over them were talismans sealing curses, and evil spirits, and eventually, the newest ones at the top layer simply said "Sabi Fuko."

Fuko had enjoyed watching the Fortune Telling Club suddenly have nothing but bad omens for any students coming in, and their methods to combat the sudden awful luck. The members of course only cared because the bad fortunes scared off many of their normal visitors. It didn't take them too long to realize who the cause was. Fuko was expelled, of course, and wasn't allowed back in the clubroom. Not that she cared too much. She would just need to find a new club to stay in for a week or so before she was kicked from that and had to repeat the process.

Although the possibility of finding some other place to eat alone was somewhat desirable, Fuko eventually decided to go to the cafeteria. Standing in the doorway, she surveyed a good place to sit. Her eyes settled on the 'popular girl' table, which held mostly Fashion Club types, but quickly moved on. While she would have loved to sit there, give out a few hugs, and let them have something horrible happen to them, there was not really any way she'd manage to sit there without being squeezed out in some way. She would have to stick to one of the emptier sides of the cafeteria.

Fuko set her bentou box down on the table. She had heard whisperings from people she recognized, and was given somewhat of a wide berth by some while others were completely oblivious. Some where simply fascinated in her bentou box, which looked more like a heavy-duty construction container, with large, heavy, locking latches. This was due to necessity, as a normal box would inevitably open in her bag, break when dropped, or otherwise somehow mess everything up for her.

Despite its ruggedness and the dividers inside of the box, Fuko's lunch was still all jumbled together. She was used to it, however, and paid little mind as she ate it wordlessly. She disinterestedly scanned the lunchroom, taking note of some commotion or fight about to start at the other end of the cafeteria, and daydreaming of a way to get close enough to the Fashion Club group to really let the bad luck rub off on them.

Our Daily Lives have Become a Battlefield: A Battle School RP

I don't really have a good idea for what club for Fuko to actually be a part of. I picked the fortune telling club as a joke, because she'd screw up fortune telling by simply existing.

If anyone has ideas, I'm willing to listen. Though perhaps one of her first arcs IC would be finding a club that doesn't want her booted out within a week.

Our Daily Lives have Become a Battlefield: A Battle School RP

What did Fuko do ;~;

Our Daily Lives have Become a Battlefield: A Battle School RP

不幸だ。。。

Name: Sabi Fuko
Age: 16
Gender: F
Appearance: [Portrait coming some day, here's a quick sketch of my idea] Small, pale, and lean, Fuko looks somewhat younger than she actually is, as if she never grew much after middle school. She is often sporting some kind of bandage to cover the most recent wound from tripping, and her clothes are usually somewhat distressed.

Personality: Fuko is looking out for number one. Because of her aura of bad luck, she assumes that people will turn on her the second they learn about its nature. To her, manipulating or using others is a simple matter of opportunity that others would also take if they were in her position. She has a soft spot for family, and could still potentially be friendly to someone if she feels that she could trust them even after they know about her power. She doesn't mind being disliked, but to her the most painful betrayal would be a trusted friend turning on her. She tends to keep her guard up, having been burned by that before. She enjoys messing with people, especially if she thinks that they are too lucky for their own good.

Backstory: Fuko was born to a fairly normal middle class household. Inexplicably, not long after she was born, Fuko's family fell into a spiral of misfortune, nearly falling into poverty. It did not take long before Fuko realized that she was the cause of the bad luck that had befallen her family.

She tried her best to stay away, enrolling in cram schools and extracurricular activities, and keeping herself away from her family indeed saw their fortunes to turn around. However, the others she associated with did not treat her well upon realizing her unfortunate aura. But to her, her family was far more important. Despite causing losses in sports, failed tests, and overall horrible luck in her school activities, she was happy to keep her family away from it.

Yuko enrolled for Shiroyama as a way to live apart from her family, while still keeping them somewhat nearby. With her family's blessing, she lives alone (or in dorms?) but keeps in close touch with them. Their gift for her acceptance was an Active Engine Device that she cherishes above everything else.

Inherent Engine Skill: Misfortune - Fuko exudes an aura of bad luck around her, which always affects her but extends to those nearby her. The effect can be somewhat directed to a target with physical contact like a touch. Within the aura, positive magical effects (magical healing, strength enhancements, etc) are reduced in effectiveness.

Active Engine Device: Consuming Lances - Fuko's device, a pair of black gloves, lets her manifest lances of negative energy. Rather than cutting or piercing, they sap energy from living things (or magical energy) and ignore nonliving things. A wound from them would not spill blood, or damage the body, but instead make them sore and stiff as if the muscles around the wound had been worked without breaks.
Fuko's lances are formed by using her aura of misfortune, and can be summoned and dispelled easily. However, if thrown or extended past a certain range, they will simply disappear.
If Fuko is holding the lance as they sap energy from something, she will be given some of the energy back (this is the only positive ability for Fuko that isn't affected by Misfortune).

Skills: Because of her extensive experience with clubs, she is at least a little knowledgeable in many different hobbies, such as: Cooking, sports, cleaning, sewing, tea ceremonies, etc. However, her middling skill is often hampered by her bad luck.
Rank: 4
Club: Fortune Telling Club (Pending expulsion)

Our Daily Lives have Become a Battlefield: A Battle School RP

I'm interested in this! Here's my char submission.

不幸だ。。。

Name: Sabi Fuko
Age: 16
Gender: F
Appearance: [Portrait coming some day, here's a quick sketch of my idea] Small, pale, and lean, Fuko looks somewhat younger than she actually is, as if she never grew much after middle school. She is often sporting some kind of bandage to cover the most recent wound from tripping, and her clothes are usually somewhat distressed.

Personality: Fuko is looking out for number one. Because of her aura of bad luck, she assumes that people will turn on her the second they learn about its nature. To her, manipulating or using others is a simple matter of opportunity that others would also take if they were in her position. She has a soft spot for family, and could still potentially be friendly to someone if she feels that she could trust them even after they know about her power. She doesn't mind being disliked, but to her the most painful betrayal would be a trusted friend turning on her. She tends to keep her guard up, having been burned by that before. She enjoys messing with people, especially if she thinks that they are too lucky for their own good.

Backstory: Fuko was born to a fairly normal middle class household. Inexplicably, not long after she was born, Fuko's family fell into a spiral of misfortune, nearly falling into poverty. It did not take long before Fuko realized that she was the cause of the bad luck that had befallen her family.

She tried her best to stay away, enrolling in cram schools and extracurricular activities, and keeping herself away from her family indeed saw their fortunes to turn around. However, the others she associated with did not treat her well upon realizing her unfortunate aura. But to her, her family was far more important. Despite causing losses in sports, failed tests, and overall horrible luck in her school activities, she was happy to keep her family away from it.

Yuko enrolled for Shiroyama as a way to live apart from her family, while still keeping them somewhat nearby. With her family's blessing, she lives alone (or in dorms?) but keeps in close touch with them. Their gift for her acceptance was an Active Engine Device that she cherishes above everything else.

Inherent Engine Skill: Misfortune - Fuko exudes an aura of bad luck around her, which always affects her but extends to those nearby her. The effect can be somewhat directed to a target with physical contact like a touch. Within the aura, positive magical effects (magical healing, strength enhancements, etc) are reduced in effectiveness.

Active Engine Device: Consuming Lances - Fuko's device, a pair of black gloves, lets her manifest lances of negative energy. Rather than cutting or piercing, they sap energy from living things (or magical energy) and ignore nonliving things. A wound from them would not spill blood, or damage the body, but instead make them sore and stiff as if the muscles around the wound had been worked without breaks.
Fuko's lances are formed by using her aura of misfortune, and can be summoned and dispelled easily. However, if thrown or extended past a certain range, they will simply disappear.
If Fuko is holding the lance as they sap energy from something, she will be given some of the energy back (this is the only positive ability for Fuko that isn't affected by Misfortune).

Skills: Because of her extensive experience with clubs, she is at least a little knowledgeable in many different hobbies, such as: Cooking, sports, cleaning, sewing, tea ceremonies, etc. However, her middling skill is often hampered by her bad luck.
Rank: 4
Club: Fortune Telling Club (Pending expulsion)

Royal Rumble!

Andras

Andras's heart was racing. At that moment, all semblance of Andras, the Demon Lady of Despair, seemed to melt, and the shy bookish girl named Alex appeared, if only for a moment.

However, Andras returned quickly to her senses. While the situation was embarrassing, she also didn't want to protest for fear of cutting it short. She also became somewhat self-conscious about her weight... but she shoved that thought aside. Self-consciousness wasn't going to help her right now.

'Consciousness... Self?' Andras began to remember something from the last night. Or was it this morning?

"Oh my GOODNESS!" Andras fidgeted excitedly in Vera's arms, not aware of potentially unbalancing the girl who was holding her. At the same time, Andras's cards appeared, floating and rotating around Andras as if reflecting her excitement. "Vera! I had a VISION! It was like... It looked just like me, and it told me about the Root! I think it was some kind of entity or being that worked within the Root of All Magic!! It- She had, like, blue robes, and they were inscribed with magic symbols, and she had suuuper long hair! She kind of looked like a character I made up for a fan..." Andras trailed off as she realized she said something she probably shouldn't have.

She quickly looked away and quickly tried to change the subject. "A-Anyway, I want to use the shower, so I'll tell you more about it after you take me there."

Royal Rumble!

Andras

Andras felt her stomach drop when Vera spoke. She went from pleasantly sleepy to stone cold awake. She dared not move, in some kind of childish attempt at seeming asleep.

Andras tried to formulate responses to Vera's statements, but she was still frozen in fear. Her brain made them easily, but she both didn't want to interrupt if Vera was to begin talking, and was scared of mispronouncing her words from the sheer nervousness she felt.

After Vera finished talking, there was hanging silence for a moment before Andras realized she was supposed to say something. Then, all of her responses flew from her mouth at once.

"Yes!I'mawake! Uh! I didn't mean- Maybe I do sleepwalkbutI'mnottryingtobebold!" She took a moment to gasp for breath. "B-Bed was great! I-I-I mean, not because you were in it! But!"

Andras's mind raced to a single conclusion. 'This is a mess. Bail. Bail! BAIL!' She quickly made the decision to run out of the room as fast as possible. She quickly threw the bedsheets aside, and jumped to her feet.

And as her legs gave out underneath her, she remembered that the previous day was a bit of a personal marathon for her. She grabbed onto a bedpost to keep from falling on her face and slowly lowered herself to the ground.

"Vera... I think I need help..." Andras meekly whimpered.