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Kurai Majoko: Dark Magical Girls

Cool. How should I start IC-wise?

Kurai Majoko: Dark Magical Girls

@TheWindel
Yup. It's purely self-targetted now.

Kurai Majoko: Dark Magical Girls

@KoL
First point is due to how she's aware that she won't be a magical girl forever, either through corruption, death, or family obligations. Also, there probably isn't any case that she's aware of where a 20-30 year old woman with a family became a magical girl, so yeeee.

Second point is because her brother is talented enough to live as he wants do, doing crazy shit that sounds like it belongs to a different genre, and she has no small amount of jealousy towards him in that regard.

Altera: Of Departures and Deliverance

Hannah

Like the girl that came before her, what greeted Hannah was the ocean and the port that stretched out towards it. Waves lapped the beach, while lights floated by imposing warehouses. Large vessels bobbed up and down, anchored to the port, and shadowy individuals huddled with their fishing rods slightly bent. Above, the stars were clearer than they were before, and the irritating noise that came from the west was all but whispers at that point, drowned out by the landward breeze.

This was something new. An experience that elicited no emotions of ‘something she should know’. Overheard, the twin moons cast their light down upon the harbor, silver basking the dark green waters. The world was unknown still, but at least it was pretty.

A cry of pain caught her eyes then, wild gesticulations from two figures bringing her attention to the rather odd pairing: a bearded bear of a man clutching his face while a small, exotic-looking girl watched on, her movements simultaneously hesitant and surprised.

Whatever they were doing, it certainly looked like trouble.

Aoi

Though Aoi chose to follow Ash and Matteo westwards, the crowds made it hard to keep track of the two, especially once the two split off of their own accord, swallowed up by the merry masses. Without one of those plate-armored guards acting as their chaperones, it was all too easy for them to be separated, their ‘out-of-place’ clothing not looking nearly as outlandish when compared to the costumes of some performers. Combined with the necklace that now marked her out as a member of the Silver Moon, and people became much friendlier than they were before. A performer or two shot her a wink, breaking off from the regular routine to devote a short cadenza to her, while more than just a couple men and women appreciated her bountiful posterior.

There were the downtrodden, of course, as well as the blue-robed who occasionally gave them alms. There were vendors as well, too busy cooking meats and veggies to bother with an unpaying customer. And the taverns were populated by quieter folk, crowded as they were. The amount of options present for pursuit were many, but before Aoi could make any choice for herself, a heavy, armored arm wrapped around her shoulder, a noxious combination of alcohol and grease hitting her like a truck.

A scruffy, drunk man, clad in armor yet holding none of the discipline that she had witnessed in the stalwart guard, shot a toothy grin at her. “Heeeyyy tharrr,” he drawled, drunkenness clear in his movements, “Pretty thing like you shouldn’t be out here without a man, mmmm? C’mon, lemme show you a good time, girlie, guehuehuehue…”

With that, he began to half-drag her elsewhere, towards more raucous, vulgar streets.

Isekai - The New God | A Re:Zero based Roleplay

Ah, it's less an issue of the RP being too fast and more an issue of it being tooo slow. I can do a post every couple days fairly easily, but one every half month would be a bit hellish for my personal pace preference. XD

Isekai - The New God | A Re:Zero based Roleplay

I'll keep an eye on this. How fast do you want the RP to be progressing, post rate wise?

Kurai Majoko: Dark Magical Girls

Eyo, dropping this here, under the assumption this RP is still open.

BATTORU

Magical Girl Appearance

Kamogawa 'Asura' Maiko

⚔ ☯ ㊊ ✠

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Age: 16
Emblem: A large tattoo, composed of scarlet ink and reminiscent of a greatsword, stretches from the base of Maiko’s neck to her lower back. In the dark, it pulsates gently to the rhythm of her heartbeat.
Devil Arm: Once, Maiko wielded a beautiful greatsword, crafted of quicksilver and embossed with golden dragons. That sword is gone now, shattered under the pressure of her battle lust, its misshapen shards sinking into her flesh and remaking her vital organs. Her heart is nigh unbreakable, while her bones have hardened to the extent that her former armor is redundant at best, a handicap at worst.

Magic: When she was elated with her powers as a magical girl, Maiko played with space itself, capable of freely manipulating distance and creating portals that would swallow up and redirect the attacks of her enemies. It was a highly potent defensive and counter-based fighting style. Now though, she hardly cares for her spatial sorcery, instead boosting her physical parameters and regenerative capabilities to monstrous levels.

Only one truly magical power still resides within Maiko, both a mark of her conviction and a sign of her fraying madness: Quickstep, a short-range teleportation ability that brings her face-to-face with her enemies. No retreat, no escape, no ranged combat. She will always be there to beat their face in.

Background
She wanted to fight for more.

It was never about friendship. It was never about protecting normality. It was never about standing up for the weak. It was a fight against boredom, against a reality that threatened to swallow her whole and hammer her down. Magical girls were only magical for as long as they were ‘girls’ after all, and though her brother may have been blessed with having an ‘extraordinary’ life, Maiko’s own prospects were so much dimmer.

So before she fell apart, before she became another nail in a plank, she’ll drown herself in the boundary line between life and death, risking her sanity and her limbs to be reborn again and again in the shredded resentment of her foes.

None of her family was in harms’ way. None of her friends had met tragic ends. Her entire life was bereft of suffering, and her heart was not made of fragile innocence.

No, Maiko shattered her holy sword simply because she wanted something new.

When she clenches her fist on a night with a full moon, she clenches it not in opposition of the abnormal, but in opposition of the ordinary.

Inventory: A cheap MP3 player and an equally cheap set of earbuds, loaded up with songs that get her blood pumping and her mind in the zone.

Sample Post

It writhed like a wingless wyrm, bubbles of tar popping from its diseased form as it slunk around the shadows, searching for succulent sorrows on that full moon night. The alleyway was dim, but not dim enough to mask the abyssal aberration that it housed, and three blocks away, Maiko had no problem at all spotting it.

It was simply the question then, of whether she should let this Nightmare grow a little bigger before reaping her harvest, or if she should take care of it now, before someone else takes her prey. Decisions, decisions, decisions. Her legs swung off the side of the roof as the nighttime breeze tousled her ashen hair. Heavy beats hammered down her eardrums, numbing the stress of the last month, while her gauntleted hands continued to clench and unclench.

Yes or no?

In her mind’s eye, the coin flipped and dropped, clattering in the void.

Yes.

The Devil’s Heart hammered against her rib cage as her toes dug into the concrete of the building. From here, it was a straight shot, and she kicked off, spider web fractures bursting from where she launched herself. A shadowed blur crossed through the starry sky with a smile, smashing into the Nightmare. It retaliated almost immediately, a dozen arachnid-esque appendages shlopping from its grotesque form to skewer the intruder.

But it was too late.

Its response had been that of a monster, not of a mortal, and by the time its counterattack began, Maiko was already laughing, grabbing fistfuls of goop and ripping the Nightmare apart. Within moments, the walls were painted black with resentment, broken appendages tossed haphazardly across the quiet alleyway. The core of the monster seeped into her soul.

She enjoyed the afterglow of violence, for just a moment.

Then, she spat out a wad of phlegm.

Fuck, that wasn’t nearly enough.

Shoulda let it grow after all.

Altera: Of Departures and Deliverance

Muu

"Hehh," the fisherman mused, having recovered enough from the initial pain of getting a hook to the eye to remove his hand from the wound, "How er ye lost witout a destination then, lassie?"

Blood dripped from the gash in his leathery eyelid, thick, dark droplets sliding down onto his salt and pepper beard as he watched the tides impassively. "Well, food n board, mm? Ye got coinz on ye?"

Altera: Of Departures and Deliverance

Matteo

The one Matteo accosted was perhaps one of the more approachable figures amongst the robed individuals. The necklace that hung from the man was decorated with red beads and a silver tag, while his complexion was warm and healthy. Unlike the somber or slightly resentful expressions held by some others, he had a pleasant smile on his face as he dropped a couple bronze coins into the pan of another downtrodden individual, a pale set of scales sparking on the back of his hand as they clinked against the small pile that had already formed. Silver hair, dyed with red streaks, was tied back in a short ponytail, while dark chocolate eyes met with Matteo's: first holding his gaze, before drifting towards the bronze chip hanging from the newcomer's necklace.

"Oh, newcomer, eh? Guess that makes you my junior," he said cheerily, sticking out a hand for a shake, "Name's Etono, thief-by-trade, and fellow Silver Moon soldier. Pretty fun place, ain't it?"

Altera: Of Departures and Deliverance

Muu

The grizzled fisherman glared at her with his one good eye, trying to determine whether she was a cowardly thief, or just a coward. But it was dark enough that such complex facial reads were too difficult, and all the three small fish he had gained during the last couple hours were still circling about in his bucket, so he let the girl off the hook with a heavy harumph.

"Hard t'get lost 'round these parts, missy," he said, picking up his fishing pole and casting the line once more, "But where ye headed? Can't be lost witout a destination 'n all."