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Kurai Majoko: Dark Magical Girls

Pretty sure no one here has power equivalent to that of a meteor, cause yah know, that's an extinction-level event.

Kurai Majoko: Dark Magical Girls

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While Touka made generic non-murder threats and the light Magical Girl responded in kind with bedroom eyes at Alex and non-answers for the rest of them, Maiko continued to palm more daifuku, eating away. If she tried hard enough, she could probably understand what the newcomer was here for, but honestly, the battlesexual brawler really just didn't care. Indeed, it was only at the last statement, of how she'd fight back if they started shit up, that Maiko perked up slightly.

Then Kanbaru had to ruin it by speaking on behalf of everyone else. Tearing a daifuku in half, she locked eyes with the edgy gun girl as scarlet puree oozed from the sides of the rice cake. Held her gaze for a moment, a flicker of outrage emerging at how that blue-haired slut thought she could encapsulate everyone else's opinions with a bullshit 'we'. Thankfully, Ami was always a dark horse, a wild abberation fueled by wrathful flames, and Maiko smirked. Yeah, fuck solidarity. They were here to kill shit, not play ring-around-the-rosie. And with Ami's hatred came another Magical Girl out of the blue, already transformed, already shouting out new orders.

Great.

Awesome.

She felt the hair on the back of her neck prickling upwards, as she finished off the last of the daifuku. Hopping off her seat, Maiko stretched her neck, rolled her shoulders, popped her fingers, peered through the translucent barriers that separated light from dark, before flashing a great big grin at the newcomer.

"Hey now, chill out, buttercup," the girl said, eyes alive with emerald lightning, "If innocents get involved, that's totes on you for not bringing in enough gifts and snacks to keep us busy, okay? Really, what did you even expect, coming in here without prior notice? Tsk tsk, shoulda thought about that while you were bedridden for five years, eh, sister?"

They were at the cusp. And light Magical Girls were always good at cleaning up after the messes the dark side made.

"Ami, let's double team the shit out of these nerds!"

De-escalation? Hahah, nope. It had been way too long since she had a half-decent fight, and now, Maiko was rock-hard and ready to burst~!

@Noxx@floodtalon@AtomicNut

Kurai Majoko: Dark Magical Girls

Oho, this is getting super spicy now. Gonna be working on a post now, ye?

Kurai Majoko: Dark Magical Girls

There's still a slot open for a Dark Magical Girl, ye. @Lacroix

Isekai - The New God | Re:Zero RP [Large Group | Casual | Accepting]

“Shamak.”

And with that, Yuuki found himself sitting on a chair.

Or, at least, that may have been the intention of that busy, vicious god, if not for the fact that the pack he wore had ‘pushed’ the seat away from his bottom when the young boy had manifested upon this strange reality. Instead of a dusty seat, he found himself plopping suddenly upon the dusty ground, the weight of his heavy pack swinging him backwards until he found himself in a position similar to that of a misfortunate tortoise. He blinked, chuckled slightly, before pulling himself upwards, grasping on the edge of the dusty table as dust motes danced upwards.

Shlop shlop went the wet snow as it slid from his coat and splattered onto the ground.

This was a warm, warm place. So much warmer than what he was used to. It was almost pleasant, to feel that warmth, more natural that flame and gas, seeping into his flesh. It was not the wind that caused ruckus outside, but that of men and women encouraged by the gentle weather, calling out all manner of stuff. Knighthood. What a romantic, outdated term. What a curious world in general, even within this ancient, stuffy building, made of such wasteful materials. Blue eyes swept through the other five within the room, curiosity and easy kindness displayed on his face.

No concern at the alien landscape he had been found in, the anachronistic appearance of those before him.

A waif of pink and white, the transient innocence of her features marking her as a child despite her budding body. Her attire were unreasonable, eye-catching, dangerous in all the wrong ways.

A plainer woman, a harder woman, dressed in muted fabrics. Simple clothing, if not for the flash of gold on her wrist, the fine sewing of her attire. Her bag betrayed little of what was within, but he saw how the strap pressed against the fabric.

A youth that may have been a mirror of Yuuki if he had taken a different path. Green eyes instead of blue, with hair that jutted out in unruly spikes more than even Yuuki’s worst bedhead days. A sketchbook was held in his hands, its value clear in how it was grasped.

Another boy? No, a man, blessed with a body that would turn gazes whether male or female, whilst holding the countenance of a prince or a killer. Those robes were naught but a distant fantasy, his night-sky hair more fiction than fact, his very existence more at odds with Yuuki’s preconceptions than the influence of shadowed gods.

And then, there was the last member of the motley troupe, brash and arrogant like the lions that Yuuki had read about in faded textbooks. Another beauty, cut of different cloth from the antiquated fiction but still just as much of an art piece.

What a weird bunch. How many of them were sheep? How many of them were wolves? Yuuki pursed his lips slightly, before he hefted his pack up into a more comfortable position and beamed a simple smile at them. “Well,” he began, a gloved hand raised to wave, “I’m Yuuki Kimura. It's a real pleasure to meetcha all, cause I doubt I’d ever see you types normally. I guess the rest of you have been flopped here as well by that god-child? The whole dark void of emptiness deal?”

Altera: Of Departures and Deliverance

Matteo, Aoi, Ash

After that knockout blow, there was more disappointment through the crowd rather than cheers. Many had been rooting for the underdog, had expected Matteo to turn out to be a stronger man than he looked, but the results spoke for themselves: the bespectacled youth was laid out on the ground, blood coating his mouth and nose, while Old Bear was flanked by three of the city guard, dragged off to another night in the gaol. More were sent out to end the festivities for that night, clanging their swords against their shields to chase off those enticed by the street fight.

And with that, the streets were soon emptied out, different people heading off in different directions to find a bed for the night.
But was it apathy towards strangers? Resentment towards his cowardice? Or something else? Regardless, no matter how much the crowd dispersed, no one picked up Matteo. His nose had been broken, his glasses shattered and stuck in his face, and there was no small amount of blood clotting over him…but still, no one came. Healing wasn’t free. Even sympathy had a price.

And so, he laid there, unconscious, breathing through his mouth, as the night continued on.

~~~

Before Ash and Aoi could speak up, the twin-braided waitress pulled Aoi to the side as a dozen guards rushed up to the scene to break up the crowd. For a moment, there was a glimmer of hope that Matteo had survived the short bout without any pressing injuries, but the broken-up crowd soon put an end to that.

“Oof,” the waitress winced, “That looks pretty bad.”

Kurai Majoko: Dark Magical Girls

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More restless and sporadic? That could only be a good thing, hm? Kicking back and enjoying some more free cookies, Maiko nodded along to Touka's slightly more detailed report of the coming and goings of Nightmares, but as far as she was concerned, there wasn't much need to worry about the distribution of Nightmares. Beating up fodder would only make her weaker, after all, and if new magical girls were in town...well, it was always fun to pick a fight with an opponent that had a good set of brains on them.

"Thanksies, Alexis," the emerald-eyed girl waved, "And I don't really care bout Christmas myself. It's basically just a singles' party anyways, right? 'less you got some spicy connections, Touka?"

It was as if that had been a cue. The shift in atmosphere. The tension between light and dark. The knock on the door. And then, the appearance of someone who practically glowed with positivity and happiness.

"Oho." Maiko's eyes flickered towards Alexis and Kelly. "Spicy connections after all."

Was this one of the new ones that came around last night? If so, she had good taste at least. Leaning over the table to grab a daifuku, the girl chewed away, frowning slightly at the out-of-season flavor. Import strawberries? Artificial flavoring? Tsk, what happened to the good ol' days of traditional red bean filling? She ate it anyways, finishing the treat in three bites before licking the powder off her fingers.

"So, who's this? Nightmare bait?"

Isekai - The New God | Re:Zero RP [Large Group | Casual | Accepting]

Kimura Yuuki

Kimura Yuuki

15 | Male | 121 lbs | 5'3
None | Non-Native | Human

Description
A displaced youth from another world who hopes to find some semblance of peace and kindness after a life mired in bitterness and apathy. But there's still a part of him that yearns for the world he left behind, for a chance to tie up the knots he had left hanging, to at least make sure that the ones he cares about know that he's doing alright, even if he isn't.

Appearance Description

More cute than cool, more beta than alpha, Yuuki has a dimunitive frame that's complemented by his unimpressive height of 5'3 and large eyes that give him the impression of a small animal. His face is baby-like as well, comfortably round, while his hands are the soft hands of a boy that never worked a day of his life. A pale complexion makes him reminiscent of the children of northern plains, while the brightness and warmth of his eyes speaks volumes of the type of person he is. He instinctively dresses warmly, preferring coats to shirts, scarves to sunglasses, even if logic dictates that such clothing is worthless on a warm summer's day. Yuuki doesn't care. It's just his preference.

Personality

Some would consider Yuuki to be kind to a fault, to the extent that it's clear he's a spineless pacifist who would smile and nod even as you hurled abuse towards him. They are right. He is that type of person, a silly doofus who can laugh off jabs and who refuses to throw punches in response to provocation. Life's too short to be held down by grudges, after all, and as far as he's concerned, everything will work out as long as people took the time to listen and compromise. A bit of a romanticist, a bit of an airhead, Yuuki takes everything in stride and does his best to stay under the radar and out of trouble. After all, he'd feel bad if he'd have to tread onto others in order to get what he needed, and he'd feel just as bad if people went out of their way to trouble themselves with his own affairs. Those are his own problems, not theirs, and though he would hypocritically offer his own help to others, Yuuki's not all that interested in receiving the help of others. The pride of a rabbit, perhaps? Or maybe the stubbornness of a self-deprecating dork? Who knows.

Despite being someone who loves sappy ideas of 'true love' and 'fated meetings', he's never been in a proper relationship, nor has he ever fully garnered the interest or attention of another. When confronted with the attraction of others, there is no doubt that Yuuki will melt into a stammering mess of embarrassment and regret.

Bio

Yuuki's life was as normal as it could have been. He was born as the eldest son, treated his younger sister as well as he could have, cared for his father when his mother left, and was generally a good student in school. Other kids caused troubles. Other kids were more remarkable. Other kids got into relationships. But he stayed in the center of those great circles, managing to remain on friendly terms with all of them. Yuuki didn't want to create waves, nor did he have any delusions of grandeur that was common amongst his age group. Heroism was hard, while hedonism seemed exhausting. Given a choice, he'd always take the path of least resistance, drifting through life peacefully.

But then he met a girl he could side with, someone who he was willing to take a harder path with. A girl with a guitar, dreaming of a brighter future despite the inevitability of fate, the world that sought to take everything from her. If he was with her, he thought he could change. If he was with her, he thought he should change.

So Yuuki, the half-baked pacifist who meandered through life despite all the sacrifices it took, decided to run away with her. From the remains of his family, from the snowbound city, from the systems that governed the world, from everything and nothing, to something new.

On a clear, starry night, he said his prayers to his mother and his sister.

On a clear, starry night, he ran out in his first and last act of rebellion.

On a clear, starry night, he found himself on a bright, sunny day.

Magics
23

Abstract Magics

N/A

Extra
The brightest eyes cast the darkest shadows.

Sharper minds would know that even rabbits have fangs.

Even now, he remembers her crackling voice.

At A Glance

Mie Yukima | Fluffy Half-Animal Thing

“Hm, isn’t it cheating, to add her ears to her height? Certainly does make her impish though! Wonder if she tastes more like a fox or more like a human…”

Priscilla Rosengarten | Extremely Girly, Not Very Sexy

“D’aw, it’s so nice to see someone other than me tackle problems in a positive and constructive manner! Pretty surreal though, seeing someone composed only of a mixture of two different colors.”

Hilda Gunnarsson | Very Normal

“Can’t form much an impression ‘bout this one…guess she’s normal? Super weird though. Always feels like she should be taller than she actually is…”

Ashton Andrews | “Hope’s Heart!”

“Man, the reactions Ashman gets with his transformation is pure comedy, right there! Seriously, who woulda thought that something like that could even exist? Like, gee whiz matey, this God’s got a sense of humor!”

Grisaia Vertti | Straight Outta Wonderland

“My my, some of the guys back home would sacrifice their newborns to look that cute. Those long eyelashes, that slim frame, dem thick hips. Truly a man’s…woman? A woman’s man? Hm…gonna hafta work on that.”

Iskemia Scolan | Admirable, but Undateable

“Hm…won’t say she’s normal, but she’s simple! Those types are always nice to work with. Zidu’s pretty nice on the eyes as well, all things considered. Least I know he’s ACTUALLY a Spirit.”

Suzaku Nakayama | Wow! Real Japanese Samurai!

“Huh, and I thought I came from a weird place. This guy must be like, ancient or something! Man, his bushido spirit is so cool, and his zen glare is literally blinding! ‘Suzaku Nakayama’ must be a moniker or an alias, right? I bet he’s actually Nasu no Yoichi or something like that.”

Aer Pacifica | IRL Fantasy Gyaru Elf

“Man, it’s always a delight hearing her walk. The jingling of her things, the rattling of her blings, Aer reminds me of market day, except every day! Pretty cute as well, but if you close your eyes, well…yup, she’s definitely an old person.”

星空 不朽 | Hoshizora Everlasting

I'm still here. Even posted this round. (・ω< )★

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

@Warpcircuit
I'll be lowering the magic number, probs. Took 50 as the 'average' level of magic competency, so 63 making him a great mage runs counter to my intention of making a garbage can.

And I'll think about a bunch of things more. Probs gonna PM you stuff.