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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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Mm, vintage internet ragebait
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7 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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If you can't handle me at my worst, that's okay, I can barely handle me at my best
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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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"This rotting beast's swan song is the only song I wanna hear right now."


"Ugh! I'm telling you, if it throws up on us we're done for!" Evil Eye snapped. "Brace for impact!" she warned, not that there was much bracing Oros could do as the golem slammed into the beast. It vomited up its bile again, and Evil Eye moved so that they would not take a direct hit. The mist burned the outside layer, but it wouldn't make it all the way to the core where Oros and Evil Eye were.

A bigger problem was the new pool of bile on the ground, which was slowly eating away at the golem's feet. "Come on! I got a good one for ya!" As the beast reeled in the golem with its fist, Evil Eye targeted the leg that the beast had pulled back to stabilize itself, hoping to seize it and throw the hulking skeleton over her shoulder, down the side of the mountain head-first.
Interesting. Nina will be naturally inclined to broodmax if other players don't engage with her, but if people like her I might change her watcher to Aigorost for SoM if that's acceptable.

I also nominally picked Maverick Alternative because it seemed like the least popular choice from the last thread, but my half-baked idea is that it's still early enough that she can be convinced by other factions if all the newcomers decide to go Maverick this time, only the GEMINI players really want her, or some other interesting thing happens with the freelancers. The image I originally had in mind for her mundane form was much more Maverick-appropriate, so there's a noticeable sidestep of continuity there in her CS, but that aesthetic had a lot of overlap with Cirilla and I felt like bucking the female water mage stereotype of showing midriff. I really like her new image, but I can be swayed if it's really important for her to look a certain way.
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Oof.

What! You can't just fix your game like that! BROKEN Promise more like PATCHED Promise!!1!

Alright, she should be good now. Should have gone with my first instinct anyway.


"Thank you for flying Evil Air. Have a rotten day."


"Well, sorry I didn't bring out the futon. I wasn't expecting a visitor." Evil Eye's focus was on the approaching swarm, and using Abaddon to direct her locusts to intercept them. The most she could probably hope for was to slow them down, or they might devour some of those annoying intestine appendages. "If anything makes it inside, we probably just lose." As if on cue, the monster sprayed liquid evil into the air, and she considered taking cover from the shower until Nyxia suddenly intervened with her death ray. "Hm. I guess we have a shot."

The golem charged at the swarm to punch through with a shoulder tackle and meet the giga miseria. "This one's flesh can regenerate, but the fibers are permeable by liquids," Evil Eye explained, as if imagining that Oros could see outside and that her words had context. "Actually, as long as you're wedged in there, you might be able to help him grow extra arms," she thought out loud. "Or cactus spines... something to keep the birds off of us."


"The only poetry I care about right now is the 'in motion' variety."


Evil Eye was startled to hear a voice so close to her ear. "I don't," she answered plainly, her usual clever quips failing her for surprise. "Why are you—what was your plan, exactly?" The golem scratched its 'head' in confusion, as if looking for a foot to pull Oros out by. It turned somewhat toward Earthshaker, and there wasn't any particular sign that it had comprehended her request at all, but Evil Eye must have seen her go sailing through the air with her shield enough times to catch on, and direct it from wherever she was to punch at it with full force.

Seeing through the eyes of her servants, Evil Eye watched as Abaddon directed the swarm of locusts to intercept the bird-monsters on their way to the golem. Last time, they had ganged up on the golem and ripped it apart, but in their weakened state and without the advantage of numbers, perhaps there was a chance her summons could do some work this time. It was certainly a rare occasion that Evil Eye pulled out all the stops like this—usually, she saved her energy for emergencies, or whatever her "experiments" entailed, no matter how much Earthshaker tried to admonish her to train more.


"This is the third time I've pulled a fire alarm..."


Evil Eye raised up her Gladius as one might set free a dove to flight, and it tore through the air, tracking the movement of her eye and shredding the apes who came close to her and Oros—who was acting like her usual self. Did the realization that the whole thing had been a dream mean that what happened was okay? Was she pretending to be fine? Likewise, Tsubomi seemed more lucid than before. Was everyone else just, fine? Or was it more accurate to say that she was the one who wasn't fine? Did any of it matter? Of course not. Just another unwelcome moment of weakness in a long list of failures.

Everywhere Evil Eye's gaze turned, minions and miseria alike perished, until her gaze turned finally to Tsubomi, where it simply hovered in a protective circle around her. What can two of us do against that one? The whole lot of us were unable to put a scratch on it until Rei showed up. She thought the words, but her mouth remained shut, as if the very fabric of reality depended on her ability to suppress the breath that would carry them. Just do your fucking job...

She floated to the exit and made her way outside. Releasing more black tears, they became like threads, wrapping and weaving themselves around her body, until she became engulfed in the same golem she had summoned the last time the same giga miseria and its bird-fiends had appeared. It grew larger than last time, large enough that its feet were nearly the size of the cars it was walking over as it marched toward the mountain, but there was still no comparing its size with its would-be opponent.



As Earthshaker approached him in the air, Abaddon moved just far enough to the side to not take a direct hit. The two spun in circles together in the air, almost like a pair of sky divers. The summoned devil had grabbed Earthshaker by the arms and was flapping his wings furiously to soften their landing. While it wasn't quite graceful—the two were still spinning when they had landed—enough damage had been averted that one could argue, in theory, he'd had a plan, and it went somewhat according to it. "Well! An explosive entrance, milady, though I was not expecting the honor of a dance so soon. I do apologize for having six left feet."


"It's not the end of the world, yet."


Black Gate's response to Evil Eye's tirade seemed to bore her. Perhaps she was disappointed that the mask still hadn't come off. Or is there really nothing beneath? she wondered. Perhaps the mask is all that remains. Perhaps that truly is the key to the next stage. She looked around the room at the rest of the Club, her attempt to unify it against Black Gate amounting to very little. Tsubomi seemed to have decided that what happened to her had been a good thing after all, and that meant Suki was probably fine with this as well. She seemed to be considering the optics, at the very least, of going after Black Gate while a giga miseria rampaged outside, until the very moment the Club's ceiling was crashing down upon her. The floor then buckled and fell, too, and Evil Eye disappeared below while the fight began in earnest above her.

Through the ringing in her ears, she could vaguely hear a voice reminiscent of a mascot character. Why is everything this girl summons always so lame? she thought idly as she lay in the rubble. If I'm going to die, at least let me go in a blaze of glory. She only allowed a small part of her brain to entertain such feelings, however. The rest was contemplating strategy against their patchwork adversary, in spite of the fresh dose of apathy Black Gate had gifted to her heart. She pondered for as long as she was able, until Black Gate ordered her "friend" to flatten the cafeteria. "Hmph. So you'll destroy the school after all. I wonder, if this is the first time... Perhaps she's really a demon?" she wondered aloud to herself as she floated down the halls. That gave her an idea.

"Hahh... And if thy right eye offend thee..." She exhaled, and recited the mantra. The eye came out of her, along with all its blackness, and morphed its shape into that of a demon. At first glance, he appeared as a well-dressed gentleman, if the insides of his cape and coattails had not clearly been insect wings upon closer inspection. Bald, with grey skin sallow and sunken, his face looked nearly like a skull, if not for the single red eye peering back, mismatched with an entirely black one. "Madam Kuroki," he acknowledged with a graceful bow. "How may I be of service?"

"Get that goat-horned bitch out of this town," Evil Eye replied shortly.

"Ah... Do you intend indeed to cast out this devil by the power of Beelzebub?" There was a dangerous glint in his eye as he wrung his hairy and shriveled hands, producing something like a low chirping sound.

"Abaddon." She corrected him impatiently. "Put that wit to better use than giving me lip." Her remaining eye glanced sidelong at him as she turned toward the cafeteria.

He smiled, or at least something of the sort, showing his mandibles. "I haven't any lips, my dear, but I am ever at your service." With that, he flew out of the newly-formed hole in the roof to join the battle in the sky above.

"Ladies," Abaddon greeted them with a graceful bow and a flourish of his magician's baton as he emerged from the rubble of the school. "Be not afraid! Your Grand Armée has arrived." As he flicked his baton upward, a massive swarm of locusts with eerily human-like faces poured forth from the hole in the roof. They came at the patchwork monkey from all directions, seeking to devour the most vulnerable-looking stitches, where its limbs connected to the main body.

His arrival was well and good—probably—but where had Evil Eye gone?



She instinctively checked her pocket, only to remember that she was wearing her sleeping clothes and didn't have her phone on her. "If Rei manages to sleep through this one, the town's doomed," she remarked with a sigh. Evil Eye had no interest in being swatted out of the air like a fly, lacking all of the advantages an actual insect would have at dodging attacks. Rather than flying out of the school, she remained below, running through some miseria as they spawned with her Gladius. Black tears fell from her eye, becoming additional locusts, fueling the swarm above. Sparing my power for the battle with Ashbringer hardly matters now, anyway. That just leaves... this. She floated into the cafeteria, observing her surroundings. A large pile of sleeping students remained there. "Care" was an emotion that hardly belonged in the heart of a dark magical girl, she thought—but even if she looked at them from that perspective, the humans were juicy little bags of misery that served as the fuel to their fire. If they were Black Gate's target... "I guess that makes this my problem after all," she decided, activating the fire suppression system. She hoped the shock of water would wake the humans quickly.


Wordlessly, Kiyo transformed while Black Gate was still talking, and Suki was checking Tsubomi. Her eyes drifted toward her as well, before shifting to Hizuki. "I already told you summoning a giga miseria was probably her goal. Were you paying attention?" Evil Eye replied, strangely with more of a teasing tone than any real irritation at all. The two tears in her hand bloated and turned into a pair of flying creatures that looked somewhat reptilian, until their bodies suddenly folded together into the shape of broadswords and hurled themselves into the pair of miseria forming in the corners of the room. "You know, I really hate liars. Honest liars, like Willow, I can deal with—but this, your particular brand of innocent ingenue gaslighting really pisses me off." Her eyes went wide and glowed crimson. "But hey! You did manage to do me a huge favor. Looks like I was indulging in a little too much light lately and went soft. So, thanks for that. I'm done playing nice now." A smile full of mixed gratitude and false joy graced her lips for but a second.

"You said whatever you pleased, trying to rip us apart and turn us against each other before we ever said a single harsh word to you—so now, it's my turn. Here's the unfiltered truth: you've caused more damage than the GEMs ever would have if given free reign. Even if Tsubomi recovers from whatever you've done to her, her reputation in the school never will, thanks to your self-serving little shit show. If this is your idea of caring and helping, it's no wonder you only ever had one friend. Real piece of work they must have been," she remarked with another smile, one full of genuine malice. It was impossible that she could have stepped on that land mine intentionally, seeing how she missed most of Michi's stage play—but in her current state of mind, she likely wouldn't have cared either way. One of the sword-demons, after it had finished feasting on the miseria, flew back to Evil Eye and maneuvered itself into its master's hand. It was clear that she wanted a fight now, and that her words were likely not meant to scold Black Gate at all—but rather to egg her on, and to rile up Nyxia and her twitchy trigger finger. That, at least, was something she could rely on, like a raging wildfire that would burn through the jungle of uncertainty Black Gate was trying to create with her craftily weaved web of words.
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