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Current I had a dad joke for you all today, but I lost the punchline. Hopefully it comes back to me.
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5 mos ago
Mm, vintage internet ragebait
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5 mos ago
1% of 2026 is already gone. Just do what you already did 99 more times, you'll make it.
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7 mos ago
If you can't handle me at my worst, that's okay, I can barely handle me at my best
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1 yr ago
Imagine having the willpower to retire from RP and actually mean it (I will never escape)
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A late twenties/early thirties, they/them something-or-other who's been doing this writing thing on and off since my teens. When I need to blow off some steam, I play the kinds of games that would make the average Dark Souls fan scream with rage. Aside from those two hobbies, I don't make time for much. My roleplaying is probably the most social I'll ever be across the internet, but hopefully that's what you're here for.

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In The Hourglass Order → 7 mos ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
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In The Hourglass Order → 7 mos ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
Duchess of the Ensollian




The twilight of morning waxed long, stretching into the horizon of eternity. The great and towering Pools of Oraff-Zept that ascended high into the heavens poured their fresh bounty into the Ensollian Sea. The Wise One, great and powerful Duchess of the Ensollian, stood upon the face of the deep blue ocean basin on her eight inhuman legs, staring down the great Destroyer clad in black—the Leviathan. "Do not do this evil thing, Suunei. Thy lust for power hast blinded thee to the consequences!"

The great and terrible beast grinned wickedly. "Not power, dear deluded Suunei. Now that I have awakened from my slumber, I reclaim what is rightly mine! The Ensollian and all its bounty is mine, and to whom I willeth to give it!"

"Wilt thou plunder all the oceans in the world, foul beast?!" the Wise One accused the great towering reptile. "Behold, the very source of all the world's waters, even the holy Pools of Oraph-Zept, do thine eyes look upon with the greed of Zagnath!"

"How long wouldst thee shore them up behind these towering walls?!" the Destroyer roared in reply. "I give them back to the lands! Behold how they die around you—soon to be black as mine own scales! Thou knowest well, if thou art wise, that the world of mortals oughtest be green!"

"The 'gift' thou offerest is destruction!" the Wise One protested. "Thou wilt drown the world!"

"Dost the generosity of a god frighteneth thee?" the Leviathan mocked, placing a massive clawed foot upon the great Wall of Separation between the Ensollian Sea and the Twin Continents. "Thou art a fool, and an impostor besides! Thou art no Duchess, but a Deceiver!"

"Thou art no god, wicked one," the Wise One countered, ignoring the beast's insult.

"I see no other gods up here," the Serpent replied, mocking as it laid a claw upon the high pools. "Oraff-Zept is not here. In his absence perhaps it seemeth good to thee for to take his seat for thyself? Thou keepest it well. Yet now it is I, even I who will ascend on high."

The Wise One narrowed her eyes at the Leviathan. "So, it hath come to this. Forgive me, Suunei."

"Challengest thou me?" the Destroyer crowed. "It is treason, then," she growled, her wide maw dripping with the craving of flesh.

The Leviathan would not see reason. The Wise One conceded naught.

The battle for all of Constantia had begun.



The Leviathan advanced with her massive black claws. The Wise One, true to her name, descended into the deep below. "Thinkest thou to hide from me?!" The towering reptile circled the great Pools of Oraff-Zept, such was the scale of her being. The Ensollian waters raged, crashing against the great Wall with such force as to hail torrents of water upon the habitations of the shore-dwelling mortals.

Hidden in the deep, the Wise One spotted a weakness from below and struck true with a stream of chilled water. The Leviathan screeched in rage, whipping around and stamping down with her feet. Her great tail whipped around and errantly lashed out at one of the Pools, chipping the divine saucer of life-giving waters, its perfectly uniform cascade faltering.

"Fool! Thou committest abomination!" the Wise One's eyes widened in horror as another strike came.

"Come out, thou impostor!" the great Serpent demanded, circling the heavenly Pools with her back to the great Wall. "I shall drain the whole of the Ensollian if I must!" Making good on her threat, she thrust a titanic foot back, removing a block from the great Wall as easily as she might level any city built by mortals.

The waters of the Ensollian thrashed, pouring over onto the dry lands and revealing the Wise One's flattened form on the floor of the deep. "Thou art cornered at last, foul witch," the Leviathan hissed, leering down at her prey.

"Have at thou, then!" the Wise One bellowed back. "I am the regenerating shield of Oraff-Zept! Duchess of the Ensollian! I will never fall!"

In Kurai Majokko: Tsundere Gekido → 7 mos ago Forum: Casual Roleplay


This had gone on long enough.

Willow had been willing to wait a few days to see if the problem solved itself. But predictably, it did not. When a chair has a loose leg it does not magically mend itself by repeatedly sitting on it. More often than not, the seat’s leg gives out and drops its occupant onto their butt. Normally rickety chairs weren’t a problem for a girl that was unbound by gravity, but metaphorical chairs like the one she was standing on were. Metaphorically, the light bulb needed to be changed. Metaphorically, she could not fly and had to stand on her toes to reach the bulb. Metaphorically, someone could kick the chair out from under her, turn on the light, or do any number of unpleasant things to make her abort her task. The worst part was that no one person was responsible for all of these potential negative scenarios. The second worst part was that everything that was brought about was done so by a single dark magical girl.

The feline magical girl was hovering over a building, grasping a mogall in both hands. She was shaking it vigorously.

"Evil Eye!" She called into the creature. "Reveal yourself!"

Ever since her phone got stolen, she was hesitant to draw it out while transformed. Especially since the monkeys had taken up residence in the place. They were good at hiding, and even Willow was seldom the one who noticed them before they noticed her.

Evil Eye didn't know what it was Willow wanted, but she didn't seem to sense any enemies around, so it wasn't that kind of emergency. "Of all the ways to reach me," the girl's voice drifted in on a sigh as she floated up from the nearby alley and slowly settled, like a weary old balloon that had been kicked, onto a bench on the roof. "Call, text, Lime..." She began listing them off with her fingers. "Natter, Concord, Loom... hell, even Snipe." Her half-lidded eyes, at once mildly annoyed and amused, settled on Willow. "It's a bit late for an open door policy, but you could've tried knocking. So many options! And you chose violence. Should I have brought backup?" she teased lightheartedly, patting the seat next to her.

Willow did not turn to look at Evil Eye. She immediately burst into light and teleported on the edge of the roof where Evil Eye had invited her to sit. The mogall was sent reeling. Its iris circled as it gained its bearings before floating off.

"Why would I use Concord?" She practically spat out the words, and didn’t look at Evil Eye as she spoke. "Nobody uses Concord, and if you do, you should be ashamed of yourself." Willow kept her arms crossed and kicked her feet off the edge. "Whatever. The point is I couldn’t make it to the big meeting, and I understand there’s been a change in how we’re going to operate, ah-gain!" She swung her head so that she was looking straight at Evil Eye. "I appreciate that Schrade and I are still on the same team, but why the heck did you lump yourself in with us?"

Evil Eye tilted her head to look at Willow and blinked. "Who said it was my decision?" she inquired, joining her in swinging her legs restlessly. "Actually, hold that thought—if I had my dream team picks, who do you think I'd have gone with?"

"I don’t know!" The liar threw out her hands. "It’s not like I peeked inside your super secret diary or anything! The one that’s pink, is covered in way too much glitter, and is locked tight with a rhinestone studded key." She huffed. "I get why you’d want to be by Rei’s side, but then why hang onto me? I knew the whole Hizuki/Willow combo wasn’t going to last, but…" She lifted a finger under her chin. "Hmmm, there really aren’t a lot of people in the detention club that understand you, are there?"

"Nope," Evil Eye remarked plainly. "And it's better that they don't—especially Hizuki." Gingerly, she reached a hand into her pocket and retrieved a stick of black cherry gum, popping it into her mouth as easily as Suki might a cigarette. She held the bag of contraband out to Willow, too, for her to pick one she liked. What was she supposed to say to her? No one wants to work with you, Willow, so I'm taking one for the team. She scoffed inwardly as she imagined herself saying it. It wasn't wrong, per se, but that had been the natural conclusion of her process, not the starting point. "All the teams scattered into pieces with their own priorities, and even the ones who tried to stick with their groups had trouble keeping up. So I tried to match people based on a combination of their willingness to work together and their movement abilities." She peered over the edge of the roof at the street below, at all the people going their own way. Even if they could see the girls, it was doubtful they'd pay them any attention, with their eyes glued to their phones or to the pavement.

"Your first mistake was thinking you could manage chaos. Plot twist: You can’t." Willow rummaged around before pulling back her hand. Though she had helped herself to a few. Blackberry, peach, cherry, and lemon were sticking between each of her fingers. She even had the gall to reach a second time for a single blackberry, which she was able to unwrap in one hand with a single motion. "Good luck placing Tsubomi in any team. I don’t think anyone moves as slow as she does, unless you count being missing like an absent father as slow." She grinned to herself.

Evil Eye watched Willow pilfer nearly half the bag with a smirk. She seemed rather pleased about something. "True. I've always been a terrible manager, but always ended up as one, because no one else was willing to step up to the plate to try." She blew a bubble and popped it. "If Tsubomi gets out of her funk, it won't be because a change in teams solved the problem, it'll be because Suki and Haruna have what it takes to solve the problem I decided to give them."

"Like I said, good luck with that." The feline girl began licking the bubble gum, but didn’t chew any of it. "Ah, but I don’t really care. Hizuki mentioned that she had a crush on someone in the club. Since most everyone’s willing to move heaven and earth for the girl, I wasn’t sure if you were trying to play matchmaker."

Evil Eye tilted her head in thought at the mention of Hizuki having a crush. "This is the first I'm hearing about a crush," she half-lied. She knew that Roche had one, but not Hizuki. "Young girls give their hearts away so easily. Nothing good would come from playing matchmaker. We've got bigger fish to fry, and one we're trying to not get fried by."

"I think the GEMs are a bigger problem than some dark girl Rei could crush like an insect." She started mushing the bubblegum together and shaping it with her hands. "Come to think of it, she could kick the GEMs asses too. But I gotta give them credit, they actually seem like they enjoy being around each other. And they can work towards a single goal. Makes you question if dark girls are really the apex they think they are, huh? There’s gotta be a reason Rei’s got her club here and not in the city of light." She continued to massage the bubblegum shapes in her hands. "If I could have any team I wanted, who do you think I’d want on it? And uh, you wouldn’t happen to have any apple gum, would you?"

"In a team of three, you'd want Rei and Suki. Isn't it obvious?"

"You’re half right, but I’ve already got Tsubomi and Suki as band mates."

Evil Eye tilted the bag upside-down and spilled all of the candies out onto the space between them. There was just one green apple left, which Willow quickly snatched up. "Of course we are superior to them. We're stronger, and we know more about the world and about ourselves. There are just fewer of us than them. They have the numbers. Ashbringer has a team, too, and they're probably better." There wasn't a hint of doubt in Evil Eye's tone.

"Probably." Willow emphasized. "Though I think the GEMs have an advantage in that they seem to know more about each other. Must be a light girl thing. Hizuki wanted to know where Suki was, and I wouldn’t tell her. Despite this, she managed to find them before I even arrived, and I knew exactly where she was." She sighed. "Well, whatever. Regardless of what you say, I think you paired us together because you know I’m the only one who can understand you." She presented her hands to Evil Eye, which had the licked and molded bubble gums in it. Only now it looked like two magical girls. Blackberry for their clothes, peach for their flesh, cherry for red accents and eyes, and lemon for one of the gum figurine’s blond hair. The apple one seemed to be unused, or maybe it was that tiny bulge in the side of Willow’s cheek.

"Really," Evil Eye replied with no small amount of skepticism. She was mildly curious why Willow would not tell Hizuki where Suki was, but decided to say nothing. It had to be some form of teasing. "And what, exactly, makes you think you do—or that you're the only one?"

"I think it’s plain enough to see we have a lot of similarities." She grasped Gum!Evil Eye in one hand and Gum!Willow in the other. "We can both fly, summon creatures, yadda yadda. Even the things that make us different are kind of similar, like how I’m the little sister and you’re the older one. And sisters always know each other’s secrets." The figures wobbled side to side in Willow’s hand. It wasn’t hard to picture them having a conversation. "And even without that, I believe you like cats, do you not?"

Evil Eye snickered. "Well, sure. I love cats. That's hardly a secret, though."

"Love, eh? That’s a pretty strong word."

She watched Willow play with her food, considering the girl. She'd predicted, quite correctly, that she would take a bunch of flavors and mash them together—though she hadn't expected her to play with the resulting amalgamations like dolls—and she hadn't been sure exactly why she predicted Willow would do that. Now, she thought, it was because that seemed like exactly the kind of thing an excitable child would do. "But you, a little sister? That's the first I've heard of it." If it was in regards to the girls within the Detention Club, Evil Eye rather thought Willow reminded her of a neglected middle child, not a little sister—but she wasn't going to say that. "You're right, though. Our similarities make us fit to work together." And, she was willing to try—but that part had been implied earlier, and didn't need to be said.

"It’s all metaphorical, my dear Watson." She put her toys off to the side and leaned backwards to stretch. "Well! I feel a lot better about the prospect of us teaming up now. Here I thought you were trying to pull something weird, but I was just overthinking things." She rolled her head side to side. "I’m also glad you weren’t trying to deepen Hizuki’s relationship with Acid Drop or Oros. Because she seems to like those two. I probably don’t look it but I get jealous easily."

"I don't think you have anything to worry about," Evil Eye replied simply. Of all the Detention Club girls, if she had to tier them by readiness for a relationship, Suki was racing her to the bottom, and Tsubomi... was Tsubomi. Hizuki was the only one in that group with any hope of pulling it off. She does seem like the type to let someone take her out on a pity date, but... "Suki didn't seem that interested," she decided.

"That’s exactly what I wanted to hear!" She stood up. "I think I’m going to call our little meeting adjourned. Until next time!" Willow dove off the roof and fell towards the people below, only to glide away between two buildings. The pedestrians didn’t look up for a moment.

The only hint that Willow had been in the area was the gum figures she had made, which were standing where she had been sitting moments prior. Only they seemed to be holding hands now, or their hands had been fused together in some horrific accident.

Evil Eye peered over the edge of the roof to watch Willow fly away. For a moment she sat there, chewing her gum until the last faint hint of its short-lived flavor was gone. Then, she stuck it beneath the bench, to join a mound of others. "Yeah. Way too similar," she mused, as she too floated away.
In The Hourglass Order → 7 mos ago Forum: Casual Roleplay

The Riddle of Lindenholdt - A Lonely Walk



Morning came on the fourth day of Caldores: Eshiran's day. Funeral services were to be held out in the cold, open air. Xiuyang considered attending. It would have been easy to acquire a mourning dress, cover her face in a veil, and remain anon, to keep the emotions of those mourning... uncomplicated—but the people of Lindenholdt did not deserve any more deception.

Instead, while the majority of the town was sparsely populated, she decided to take this opportunity to go for a walk to clear her head. That walk would take her out of town, deep into the forest. She didn't quite know where, but she knew that the place she wanted to go was out there somewhere, in the general direction of the cabin.

On her way, she passed several people. All of them, without fail, had multiple bundles of flowers in their arms, and Xiuyang wondered at how the town could have such a formidable supply of them, especially this time of year. She scratched the side of her head in disbelief. Then, all at once, she came upon the answer: the site of her duel with the tier 4 demon. Oh. The flowers I created that night. Some of them survived? Looking around, she found the culprits. A few enterprising young girls had plucked and kept them, and were now selling them to the mourning for a pittance. For the poor, the hustle never stopped, not even for a funeral service.

One of the girls gasped, pointing at Xiuyang. How careless of me. She had been trying to avoid children. Their words hurt the most by far. Any minute now, they'd be calling her—

"Blumendame!"
Spider Lady. ...Huh?

She turned back around again. Blooming Lady? She didn't quite get it right, but she was close enough. One of the girls ran up to her, flowers in hand while the lady in question stood confused. "Blumen!" She presented the small flower wreath excitedly, reaching up as high as her little arms could.

"For me?" Xiuyang pointed to herself for clarity. The little girl bobbed her head eagerly. "Uh huh!" She stood on her tiptoes. Xiuyang lowered herself into a squat so she could reach, but another of the girls said something in that obnoxious tone of voice they used when arguing over trifles, calling each other a stupid head or some such thing. "Don't worry, I'll pay. Here," she said, offering the girl a Drachen to hopefully placate her friend. However, the argument seemed to escalate, getting more emotional, and the little girl who had given her the crown of flowers looked hurt. She turned back to the Revidian with tears in her innocent eyes, seeking some validation, but Xiuyang did not know what to say to comfort her.

"She say Flower Lady can grow her own flowers," a woman beside Xiuyang translated. She turned to look at her, and now recognized both the woman and the child. It was the little girl she'd saved from the demon's cauldron, and her mother. "My daughter want thank you, given flowers. No pay."

Xiuyang turned back to the girl and reached out her empty hand. The girl tottered over, blinking away her tears and took it with a big smile. "I want thank you too," she explained, pressing the coin into her palm. "Please take." The girl—with eyes not comprehending, lips slightly parted to make way for a protest she did not have the words to voice—sought her mother's face for clarity, and with a soothing voice of reassurance, she translated. "Okay!" she answered with the happiest smile Xiuyang had seen in a long, long time. She couldn't resist giving back the biggest smile she could make and ruffling the kid's hair fondly—which made her positively scream with childish glee. Without this girl, she would have let the good she did here get completely washed away by the bad.

The Revidian didn't linger long. There was something she needed to do. She walked out onto the trail, reaching out with all her senses. It was around here somewhere... nope, that was a scagbiist. Alright, other way. She wisely turned to take another path, and, after searching for about half an hour, she found it: a body, buried separate from the rest of the freshly-dug graves, lest it be defiled, or cause the others to seem defiled by its presence among them. "Hello, Berthold," Xiuyang greeted as she found the unmarked grave. It, too, was freshly dug, and the body was headless. She believed it to be him, though she was disinclined to probe it with her senses any further to confirm the truth. The dead, in death, ought be given peace.

The Revidian had mixed feelings, both about what she had done, and what she was here to do. "The gods' justice will have been swifter than mine," she began. It felt a little odd, talking to a dead man that she despised. "By now, you'll have learned the truth. A false love from a false relative. A head and heart filled with lies and bitterness not your own. A once-in-a-generation talent wasted and a life cut short. I judged you guilty, but I'm not sure if Dami did the same. I don't know where you are, or if you lie in rest or torment." She pondered. "Of all the treachery in Lindenholdt, you suffered perhaps the worst betrayal of all. Now that it's all over, I can see that." She took a seat on a nearby log. "Feels like I'm always regretting the deaths of those I kill. Maybe that's the lesson the gods are trying to teach me—that it's the hearts of those who do wickedly unto others that hold the most pain, and by adding to it, and not showing mercy, we manifest ignorance, and not justice." It felt unfair, she thought to herself, to watch the evil cause so much suffering that would never be repaid, but the gods' ledger was different from hers, and their justice perfect.

"Do not misunderstand me. I make no excuses for your actions. I hope you regret what you did—what you might have done if I had not stopped you—but I will not make excuses for myself, either. Of all the lectures I've received in my life, this one was the shortest: 'Be ye angry, and sin not.' Vengeance is the hereditary sin of my family, but I swore to be different from my father. I did wrong by you. For that, I am sorry." She frowned. "I should know better than anyone that the gods are merciful. May Dami show you the mercy I denied you, and a double portion of judgment be reserved for the one who used you like a tool. May you someday earn absolution for your sins, and perhaps forgive mine, as well." She stood up, and walked to the unmarked grave. She removed the crown of flowers from her head, placed it on the grave, and walked away.
In The Hourglass Order → 7 mos ago Forum: Casual Roleplay

The Riddle of Lindenholdt



Xiuyang and Ingrid peel off from the group to find Berthold. Who they find instead offer answers to nearly everything—almost too many answers. Are these people trustworthy? Afterward, Ingrid catches Johann threatening Margarethe's life, Xiuyang receives some exclusive information, and hatches a plan to use both of these to bring Johann down for good.


Xiuyang saves innocent people, including a child, from the clutches of a dangerous... soup demon? Why is it always food?


Marci finds Xiuyang out of sorts over the words of Edyta Laska. After offering words of comfort alongside an unwanted Evander, the two find Roslyn and have a heart-to-heart as a group.


The trio of girls teleport to Ersand'Enise, where Xiuyang explains her plan, and they all gear up for the final battle.


Berthold, mad with ambition and bitterness inherited from Liesl Frickmayer, plans to sacrifice the entire town of Lindenholdt to a grand demon. As the biros wake from the command magic trance and try to stop him, Xiuyang stakes both her body and soul in a desperate gambit to stop the ritual. As Iptacht's influence and sheer desperation both invade her mind, she torments a defeated Berthold with blood magic and is caught in the act by the very head of the Black Rezaindian Order, Mother Madrona.


Expecting to be condemned and killed, Xiuyang fulfills her duty as a child of the Solari and absolves her family of her monstrous condition, crediting Oraff and Eshiran. She speaks a truth that rings close to blasphemy and receives mercy and understanding rather than condemnation—an experience that will shape her life and image of the church forever.


Xiuyang, sensing her humanity is on the line, takes a gamble to protect her mind from Iptacht's influence. The final battle begins with the tragic death of Marci and no time to mourn.
In Kurai Majokko: Tsundere Gekido → 9 mos ago Forum: Casual Roleplay


"So many confessions lately, Rei. What am I, part of your local parish?"


Once again, Rei had called a meeting with left and right hand girls respectively. Unlike the previous meeting, Rei, Roche, and Kiyo would be joined by the mysterious Nocnitsa. The four of them were seated around the center table, which still had some clippings Suki had used to construct Ash Bringer several months back.

"Seems they finally made their move." Rei was so aloof, she could have been mistaken for Kiyo if she had longer and different colored hair. She was reclining in her seat with her head propped up on her fist, and made absolutely no attempt to seem like she wanted to be there, despite being the one to call the meeting. "Nocnitsa told me everything. What I want to hear are your opinions."

Kiyo, by contrast, lacked her characteristic aloofness. What had stolen its place was a certain dreadful expectation, like that of an honor student who had failed bracing for their chastisement while trying to remain placid. Squatting at the foot of its ill-gotten throne was a blood-boiling rage that always threatened to emerge from beneath its shadow if not contained. Like a previously-dormant volcano set to erupt at a random time in the not-too-distant future, a certain kind of tension had risen the floor of her emotions, a trembling anxiety of the sort that typically only the intuition of animals or the precision of scientific instruments could detect.

"One of them has a power that manipulates the heart, and she seemed to take an interest in Tsubomi. I don't think they targeted her because she was vulnerable. They came in such force that a precautionary measure like that wouldn't be necessary."

"We can’t be certain of that. They launched a four pronged attack on this city. Morganite and Pearl came directly to the club room and fully planned to take one of us out. That Archer was covering most of the city from so far away they had to have some way to stay in contact remotely. Diamond abducted Tsubomi and led the rest of the club on her own, while that lightning girl was wrecking Miseria on her own."

"The only thing we can be clear on is that they cased us before attacking and planned it out with ruthless efficiency. At this point I’d assume they know our civilian identities and were we live as well." Roche bit the words out with a simmering anger. Where Kiyo was the volcano soon to erupt, Earthshaker wasn’t far behind, only curtailed by Rei’s presence serving as a threat to keep them composed.

"We might have won if we’d fought them together, but it still would have been a fight on their terms. Every time we meet some other Magical Girl, they’re always choosing the time and place while we react. Eventually we’re going to stop being lucky and start paying for letting the other girl throw the first punch here. Not that we can even consider going to the City of Light…"

Rei nodded along as they spoke. "Interesting observations." She sat up a little straighter. "But speculation does not solve the issue. I was more interested in what you thought of the new team arrangements." Rei tapped her finger on the counter. "It did not seem like making the teams larger increased their effectiveness."

Denied absolution by Roche's words, Kiyo's posture retreated slightly deeper into the back of her chair. Perhaps she was right, and the intensity of their coordinated attack on Tsubomi really was just a shallow attempt to 'teach the dark girls a lesson.' Perhaps she was projecting her own scientific curiosity onto a bunch of power-mad fools. It would certainly explain why their own token scientist figure seemed to be keeping her distance from them.

"It's a bit early to dismiss the idea. I think the teams were effective insofar as they were able to stay together. Our priorities were, perhaps purposefully, divided. If we had been operating in pairs, the outcome might have been worse—and I still believe my own team is the weakest of the three by a wide margin. A slight re-arrangement might suffice."

Speaking of the team wasn't pleasant, especially when Roche had been so uninvolved with Tsubomi’s kidnapping, but it was one area that Roche could meet Rei’s gaze without wavering in the least. "Without the teams I could have died. Shatterscape threw me out of the way of Pearl’s laser when I was closing on Morganite. We definitely applied more pressure as a trio then as a pair in pursuing them afterwards."

"The teams are a good idea, but we were naive in thinking we could coordinate as trios so quickly. Worse still, our teams thought we could divide and conquer because this is our city, but the Light Girls were coordinating between pairings. That was the deciding factor. Even when apart, they had support who could fire outside of Kiyo’s detection, and they had Morganite’s speed to engage us while Boilite and Diamond drew attention."

That was what rubbed at the Rule Keeper so harshly, because she knew better than most just how hard it was to train that degree of cooperation and trust into a group known for being so individualistic and stubborn.

Rei’s eyes settled on Roche, perhaps a bit too long, before looking between both girls. "Yes. It may just take time for the teams to acclimate. The GEMs have been doing this for a while. Their formations are solid." She looked to Kiyo. "I had hoped Oros would be able to make use of your talents, but she doesn’t work well with others. The only reason we put her on a team with Acid Drop was to mitigate the harm she could do to the Club, as she is immune to her. Endless Ecstasy was never the most effective." She shrugged. "But Acid Drop has become a full time liability. You are correct that your team needs to change." Rei adjusted her jacket with a tug before leaning in. "We could put you on another team but that’s still too much liability for one person to handle. Oros’s training wheels need to come off." Rei looked between both girls again. "How should we rearrange them?" Rei always had her own ideas, but it seemed she wanted to see if her ambassadors could figure out a solution.

Kiyo went through the options. All of the teams needed both muscle and leadership. She, Rei, and Roche needed to be on different teams. Suki would object to losing Tsubomi, and even if there was a chance Suki had soured on her, she would probably still prefer her to be being under Rei or Roche's leadership. Nyxia wouldn't want to be under anyone else, either. Shatterscape would probably rather not be moved, but would go along with it if she had to. Nobody wanted Willow, and Shatterscape wasn't compatible with Hizuki. Moving Hizuki to her own team would resolve the muscle issue, but if they formed a quartet, Willow would whine that Evil Eye had conspired to isolate her—never mind the relentless teasing that would flood her DMs.

As if in sync with her thoughts, her phone vibrated. When Kiyo's phone vibrated, it was almost always the group chat. Given that the other two's phones hadn't done the same, it was certainly a private message. For now, she tried to ignore it. "If the goal is to take the training wheels off, why not swap me and Hizuki and let Oros lead the team? And if my 'talent' is in keeping watch over everyone, me and Willow can do that from anywhere. Having me and her, both fliers together, and Hizuki and Oros, both speedsters together, Shatterscape with her multiple bodies around Hibusa and Nyxia's ability to launch herself and Earthshaker across the town, we maximize our ability to mobilize in unison and respond to these kinds of multiple-front attacks without drifting apart. It'll be more natural for the teams to stick together if they not only have personalities that mesh well, but also travel in similar fashion, and at similar speeds."

Rei raised an eyebrow. "I still question the effectiveness of Endless Entropy. But it’s a good strategy, isn’t it?" She smiled and looked between both magical girls. "Instead of balancing the teams, give them each a specialty they can lean into. What do you think, Roche?"

"I can’t believe I’m saying this, but letting Oros lead might be our best option." Roche exhaled and settled forwards, hands clasped under her chin as she considered Kiyo’s proposal. "She won’t work on a team with me, and if we put her with Willow…."

The less said the better. With Tsubomi becoming a vulnerability they couldn’t leave her with Suki either. "If she has her own team she may even grow into the role. It’ll let the rest of us focus on specializing. If we play to our strengths and get comfortable enough to integrate with other teams, this might just be the edge we need to close the gap in our response. Good thinking, Kiyo."

"It’s interesting enough to try." Rei smiled. "Very well, Evil Eye will join Shinimori and Hisuki will be moved to Endless Ecstasy." She looked at a clock on the wall and then back at her ambassadors. "Was there anything else that needed to be discussed?"

Kiyo felt that replacing herself with Hizuki would balance Oros's team better, but she decided to keep that to herself. A part of her had hoped Roche might counter with a better idea, but similarly to her, it was the only option she could really think of, and making an unappealing but workable option sound like the best course of action for everyone was a skill all leaders must develop to some degree. She chose to accept the cold comfort that she had come up with the best arrangement they could make, and swallow the pill that she would now be working directly with Willow, and all that entailed. You're doing it again, she counseled herself, a little too late.

With that task filed away, she took the opportunity to check her message. Funnily enough, it was Hizuki. Perhaps I can start laying the groundwork for those two to work together. Kiyo typed a quick response, and then her eyes entered that unfocused state they did when she looked through the eyes of her Mogall. Still, she continued typing while blind to her screen. "Do we know what's happening to Tsubomi?" She replied to Rei's question while asking Hizuki another.

"I had hoped that she would come out of it, but that clearly isn’t working. Looking her over is something on Nocnitsa’s to-do list." Rei pointed at the woman with her entire hand.

"I had been hoping to get a gander at her mind back when we first met face-to-face, but she immediately left with Miss Oyama…" Nocnista sighed. "Not sure if my magic will be any effective in mending whatever’s wrong, I’m not exactly a healer either, but at the very least I should be able to see what’s wrong."

"Either way she’s vulnerable and the GEMS know it. Even if they changed targets from Mascots to Magical Girls between attacks, we can’t hope they’ll ignore an easy target. Especially one we’ve already proven we’re willing to follow blind to recover."

The Rule Keeper kept finding new reasons to sigh, wondering when the world was flipped on its head so completely. "Here we are, Dark Magical girls defending the defenseless from roving packs of marauding Light Girls. Yare yare daze…."

"So that's it. They were going to use their 'happy daze' to interrogate her on where our mascot is hiding out," Kiyo decided. "I have seen it hanging around her from time to time," she mused.

"It usually hangs around the club, which they were able to find." Rei lifted an eyebrow. "But if the Mascot is the target, then why did they hit everything but the cat? Acid Drop and Shatterscape had been attacked previously. Like you, I thought that was to uncover the location of the mascot. But now I’m not so sure."

"Either they changed targets because Tsubomi was too tempting, or they didn’t have enough numbers to spread their attention on two dedicated objectives. If Pearl and Marganite had gone for the Mascot, that archer of theirs would have had a hard time covering them both against dedicated efforts."

"Whatever their objective, they know where we are, and they came with enough numbers to effectively declare war. So if they put one toe back into the city limits, I have no reason not to give them an army to fight, do I?" Kiyo inquired.

"It would be wise to avoid further escalation if we can. Things should have never gotten to this point." Rei groaned. "Working with incomplete information is such a drag. Worrying about the GEMs is such a drag." She stretched her arms. "Not having our domain secured by mogall is a drag. Think you have a handle on the ape problem?"

Kiyo thought they were past the point of hoping for de-escalation, but she bit her tongue again. Her chair offered no more give for retreat. "We confirmed who is responsible. I hope to recruit them, but they will be dealt with one way or another."

Roche’s eye slid to Kiyo before she settled back in her chair with a nod to the other pillar of the club. "Want help with that? Nyxia may not care since they aren’t Miseria, but I can convince her to help."

The question warranted Kiyo lowering her phone slightly. It was her turn to raise an eyebrow. "You must know that she despises me more than anyone." She sent one more text before putting it away. "Unless she's had a sudden change of heart or spark of genius, she's just going to make convincing the girl we're a group worth joining more difficult."

"Sounds like you have it covered." Rei turned to Roche. "If that’s all, I’d like a moment with Kiyo."

Kiyo seemed somehow both surprised and not. Already, she regretted putting away the only barrier between her and Rei's gaze.

The Rulekeeper wasn’t going to disagree but she imagined if the needs must, then she could convince Kiyo of the merits of target practise against agile apes if this new girl forced the matter.Rei seemed intent on a moment of privacy so she made her excuses and pushed away from the table.

"Text me if anything comes up. I’m gonna do my own digging around Miso and see if anything comes up. Till next time." Roche said, departing with a hand raised before slipping out the door.

Rei watched her disappear through the door frame and waited for the door to close all the way. She sighed before leaning away from the table. "Defending Hibusa town with an army of terrors would be interesting." She waved for Nocnista to check the door, but Roche always shut it all the way. "The problem is Roche. Surely you’ve noticed that she’s been a bit agitated recently? I had Nocnista watching over the club when the GEMs attacked it, and she heard her say she ‘felt like breaking a few rules tonight.’ It was likely a figure of speech, but given that she said it to Nyxia, I'm inclined to believe she meant it more literally than not." She propped up her head with the back of her hand. "Do you know why those rules exist?"

Kiyo blinked in surprise, considering Rei's question as well as her accusation. From where she was sitting, everyone was a little more agitated than usual recently—with the exception of the new blood, Hizuki, who had no point of prior reference, the usual suspect, Willow, who never seemed to take anything seriously, and Tsubomi, who allegedly had no emotions—but even she had voiced a concern over the numbers not being in their favor. "No killing aside from the miseria, to keep the light girls out of our territory, and no exposing ourselves to the non-magic world, to keep any other interests, powers or organizations from involving themselves. There may be other reasons, but I think those should be self-evident," Kiyo replied. She did suspect, on some level, that Rei's Detention Club was allowed to exist in part because some light girls with a lot of influence in the nearby City of Light had agreed to allow it, so long as she was the one watching over it. The GEMs' recent display of power only gave her theory more weight, but she dared not suggest it openly.

"That’s what I tell most people when they ask." Rei picked her head back up. "And it’s not too far off. There’s another good reason why we don’t kill people though. It changes you." Her hands came together in front of her face. "Not immediately, but a gradual transformation takes place. Some people last a month, others turn in a week, but it happens. You turn into a special kind of miseria called a demon. I’ve only had to fight one and it was stronger than the giga miseria we battled the other night. I thought it was a rumor until I watched it happen to someone else." Her fingers locked together. "It was a mundane human that was killed, granted. Maybe it won’t happen if you kill a light girl, maybe it will but the transformation is slower. I wouldn’t risk it though."

Kiyo's mind raced in several directions. If she continued to cultivate negative emotion, was this what waited at the bottom of that well? If nothing useful could come from turning into a demon, why was Rei keeping it a secret instead of warning others? Why was she telling her this now? Was 'Demon of Hibusa' a figurative title or a literal one? "You're telling me Roche knows better," Kiyo decided. "I can watch her, but I'm curious why the others are being kept in the dark about this. Is there some reason why someone would want to become a miseria? Is Ashbringer a demon? Her destruction was awfully reckless." Now that she thought about it, this could be the real reason Rei was so angry about the beach incident, too.

Rei lifted a hand in an attempt to get Kiyo to slow down with the questions. "Explaining things is such a drag." She lowered her hand. "Roche is my rule keeper. No one should be opposing the rules. Guess part of me figured everyone slept easier not knowing the consequences. Don’t think most would set out to be a demon. Maybe out of spite, or extreme despair, one might turn to becoming a demon as a final act of revenge." She let silence hang in the air for a moment before commenting on Ashbringer. "She’s not a demon. I got a sense for her mana when I approached her and she’s too weak."

Rei's silence was deafening. She said she had seen it happen before, after all. There was little use probing further on the matter. "Since you're telling me this now, are you reconsidering? I can watch Roche, and call you if she engages a light girl, but I can't hear what she says, or stop her—not remotely. If I were there with her, maybe. A hard maybe. If more than one of the others are feeling murderous too, not likely." She seemed to be running calculations in her mind.

"I’m telling you this because my rule keeper is slipping, and she’s doing it on purpose." Rei folded her arms. "You need to be aware of what’s at stake. She is bothered by something, and I believe you have the best chance of figuring it out. If we’re going to wage war with the GEMs, we need to be in our best condition. Roche is not her best right now."

So, they were on the same page regarding the GEMs. Kiyo resisted the urge to smile. "She's an emotional pack-rat. Always looking for more burdens to carry. Even that trip to the beach was an attempt at getting the club girls to get along—it might've even worked if things didn't go awry, but I'll bet she planned and organized and paid for the whole thing herself. On the surface, she's keeping it together, but up here, she's like a single mom with eight kids." She prodded her temple to make the point. "I told her as much. I see a bit of that in Hizuki as well—that's why I volunteered to take her under my wing. Roche doesn't need a disciple, she needs an intervention, but she seems determined not to get it. I feel like we could organize a whole 'Roche appreciation party' and she'd just spend the whole day worried that she's not having enough fun for our sakes." Kiyo pinched the bridge of her nose, seeming to momentarily forget that it was Rei she was ranting to. "Ah, anyway. It's on my list. I'll think of something."

"Of course you will." Rei stood up and dusted herself off. "The goal is to return things to normal as fast as possible. We can focus on better than normal later." Once she straightened her posture, she looked out one of the windows. "It’s a nice day for a walk. We shouldn’t spend any more time here."

"Nice day for a jog," Kiyo agreed.
In The Hourglass Order → 9 mos ago Forum: Casual Roleplay

The Riddle of Lindenholdt - Enemy Mine



Xiuyang investigates the Grunewalds' Haureenium mine, entering alone into a magic-suppressing zone. After reporting her findings to Marceline, she narrowly escapes capture by Revidians and a dark mage. Then, she goes to retrieve the bodies of the two missing men, one of which is in the possession of a strange woman. They try to escape Xiuyang, but she begins to give chase.
In Kurai Majokko: Tsundere Gekido → 9 mos ago Forum: Casual Roleplay


A flash of... anger? Resentment? Evil Eye couldn't place it precisely enough for her liking before her eyes and body were covered and restrained, a position from which she could truthfully do very little, even if her heart were not also being subdued. It was proof that, for as poorly as she understood her partner's capabilities, Oros understood hers perfectly. It was proof that, much as she wished to do more, she knew Shatterscape was right. She was the one who required supervision. She belonged in the air, free as a bird, away from danger. Why, then, did her heart desire anything else other than what her mediocre skills lent her to? Ah, well... Acceptance didn't wash over her so much as it consumed her. In my next life, then. But whatever it was Evil Eye expected Oros to do, she didn't.

For a moment, she remained there, her body half slumped over. "Right. Try not to mistake me for... someone you hate," she replied half-heartedly. This feeling... she knew it well. It was the sting of failure. A part of her began to wonder just how long she could stay there, pretending she was still under Oros's spell, before anyone would notice and think it'd been a bit too long. For a moment, she did remain there, and just listened. Slowly, she processed that Tsubomi was going to be okay, and Suki was going to be okay, and the light girls were going to just... walk off into the sunset, as one did. How very convenient for them. How very glamorous, how picturesque. None of them would try a move against Nocnitsa, not when the cost of a loss against her was a stain on their glorious reputation as indomitable heroes of light, or whatever. As for Evil Eye, there was only ever one thing to do when she felt left behind—when her mood turned most foul—and that was to harvest more miseria.

"...All this excitement's going to rouse up more miseria. I'll mop them up before they turn into something nasty," she said to no one in particular. Then, she took off upwards, about a story higher than the rooftops, and began to create a bunch of winged, hooded fairies wielding little scythes. True to what she'd said, they began to mow down the nearby stragglers before flying a bit further off, accompanied by Mogall, retracing the steps of their chase with Diamond—in particular, toward the place that had baked under the gaze of the Titan. Ah. I lost a meeting with the new girl in town, too, she realized, as her mind flipped through the images transmitted to her.
In Kurai Majokko: Tsundere Gekido → 10 mos ago Forum: Casual Roleplay


Evil Eye beheld Oros, soaking in her blood and the absurdity of the situation. If she doesn't snap out of her 'happiness' soon, she's going to bleed dry. Though she had little in the way of fact to base it on, she got the impression that while her sister-in-arms was looking at her, she was weeping over somebody else. She stopped to consider, briefly, whether or not saying something would make this spell she was under better or worse—but only briefly. "...Sounds like a date. First I need you to not die, though." Looking over the pool of blood and imagining that this really could be the last time she spoke to Oros—something that was, despite being desensitized to this sort of scene, not particularly difficult—she managed to shed a tear or three to produce some pint-sized cotton devils to soak up the blood. She couldn't be sure if this would indeed actually help the blood witch, but Evil Eye was never content to sit and wait for a situation to improve on its own. "Looking a bit light on fluids, Oros. Pull yourself together. Eyes up here," she tried. If the wannabe cupid had put her under a spell of lovesickness, Evil Eye figured she could counter it with some hypnotism of her own. If Oros looked at her now, she would see the patient smile of a sister who always gave second chances, if only she'll get up and fight again.

That was when the approaching presence made itself known. The first welcome realization was that it wasn't a light girl. The second was that it wasn't Rei, here to chide them all again for not begging for help at the first sign of trouble, nor was it Ashbringer, here to make their clusterfuck even more complicated. The third was that she had already made herself plenty useful and brought some sense of order with her—and with that came the first unwelcome realization: this woman was a role model of just the sort of dark magical girl Evil Eye aspired to be. A usurper, if I'm not cautious, she counseled herself. "Well, thank you. Do you know what's happening to her, then?" she tried to ask the woman before she vanished again, leaving Evil Eye talking to herself. She sighed. Tsubomi rarely asks for anything. And the moment we listen, this is what happens...
In Kurai Majokko: Tsundere Gekido → 10 mos ago Forum: Casual Roleplay


The cotton candy cart crashed into an invisible presence—a familiar-looking invisible presence that had, as it were, been lying in wait to snatch Tsubomi, or Kiyo had Diamond allowed her to plummet toward the pavement. Instead, the seemingly unstoppable girl's batting average continued to climb as she thwarted another of Evil Eye's schemes entirely by accident, the only upside being that, aside from her pride, she was unharmed.

The utterly silent doppelganger of Evil Eye began digging into the cotton candy looking for its master. When it found what it was looking for and pulled her out, a merciless hand clamped around its neck. "Useless!! You're both so utterly USELESS!!" Evil Eye shrieked as she shoved the fake's face into the fluffy pillow of sugar. Her eyes were empty wells of infinite black, until she caused both of her creations to dissolve into black sludge, then a black fog, and then into nothing. Only once they were gone did the crimson glow of her twitching, furious eyes return.

The seething hatred only grew as she realized what Topaz was about to do, and that she would be too slow to make a difference in stopping it. Her kitchen had been taken over by an abundance of chefs, most of whom could trample her if they wanted. Yet that wasn't all: a powerful magic presence was approaching, and Evil Eye could only think of two magical girls that could make that kind of impression. Neither of them were people she wanted to meet while both of her assigned partners were in this condition. Neither did she know what Topaz's arrows were doing to Oros, nor did she particularly care. If a light girl was doing it, it was probably designed to do something worse to a dark girl than whatever damage Evil Eye was about to cause to Oros's body by taking them out.

She floated over to Oros's position, leaving Earthshaker and the others to engage anyone who tried to intervene. Flail as she might, each time with increasing ire, she couldn't quite rid herself entirely of the cotton candy, which only worsened the scowl on her face. Muttering bitterly to herself, she began the somewhat gruesome task of trying to pull the arrows out of Oros. "I'll be... ...fore I let some... ...nap my... ...will you?"
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