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Beyond the Looking Glass: A CYOA Magical Girl Roleplay [Completed]

With her classmate traded off, Amaryllis managed a smile towards the masked magical boy and his infirmary of clones. Another debt to remember then. Turning on her heel, the buxom fencer was about to head off for some more rescue operations before that particularly surly, serious sword-throwing girl approached her, asking questions that couldn’t be answered. Amaryllis narrowed her eyes slightly in thought, before shaking her head.

“Though destiny decreed that I be within the crowd that those wayward souls attacked, my mortal eyes were unable to catch a glimpse of the true perpetrator of this bloody banquet. Perchance another set of eyes have, however. Moments after my own arrival, a maiden of mystic darkness arrived as well, clad in robes of red, with scarlet eyes and pale hair. Though she disappeared during my bout with the scavenger, perhaps her own eyes have caught what mine have not.”

Perhaps that void mage will be the first for her to hunt down then.

“If that be your quarry though, allow me to assist you. A knight and an archer forms two-thirds of the holy trinity, does it not? And it appears that enough help has arrived that the assistance of us weapon-wielders are no longer so necessary.”

Indeed, with Aurora taken care of and the scavenger gone, Amaryllis had no intention of sticking around with what seemed to be an ever-growing collection of magical girls. Her Patron was hungering, after all, and her own act was wearing down on her now.
@Rune_Alchemist

Fate/bizarro alternative

On vacation right now, so it might be a bit sketch to get it on time, but yeah, I'll snatch it up. When's the deadline?

Fate/bizarro alternative

Mm, probs a good idea to edit that zeroth post then, or link the spreadsheet there.

Fate/bizarro alternative

@VitaVitaAR Aha, are there any servant slots left then?

Fate/bizarro alternative

Seems like Black Zerker is open, so I'll take that slot, if that's kay with y'all?

Mirrorside: Egoism Cable [Interest Check]

I'll toss interest at this. Shame that these ideas rarely get traction when you're automatically guaranteed at least six players when you make a Fate RP. How many people are you looking for though? And what's the ideal post speed for you?

Beyond the Looking Glass: A CYOA Magical Girl Roleplay [Completed]

“Of course, my kitten,” Amaryllis said with a gracious smile towards Lily, “Though I have an appointment to attend to immediately after this matter is resolved, the rozen threads of fate will doubtlessly bring us together once more, underneath the stardust and moonglow.”

As she spoke, the swordswoman snapped a finger, a silver clover blooming on the side of the green-haired girl’s head, before Amaryllis herself sped off as well, graceful steps propelling her through the soul-slain and the suffering. It had been misdirected anger that had caused her to challenge the scavenging monster girl, but her own priorities were never so heroic to begin with. Making a beeline towards the alleyway she stored Aurora in, Amaryllis slid to a stop, twisting on the tip of one toe before lifting the woman up. Against her chest, she could still feel the weak beating of her acquaintance’s heart. Still alive. Still stable. Good, between the void of that magical girl and her own silvered blade, none of the spirits had escaped to wreak havoc elsewhere.

Bridal carrying her, Amaryllis rolled her shoulder blades and extended four other chains out, latching onto others whose hearts still moved despite their monster-inflicted injuries. With much less care, the rosary gleamed its pale glare over them, doing the bare minimum to extend their lives further before Amaryllis shot off, bounding over upended cars and fallen corpses. The healer boy with his clones had already established an area for aid, and after depositing the contents of her ivy chains in an orderly row on the ground, the Knight of Rose approached the only one of the copies that didn’t seem to be a snarky little shit. Presenting the blonde-with-pink-highlights accounting student to the masked magical boy, Amaryllis said, “Heal her first, and heal her fully, please. I don’t want anyone I know to die.”

There was no flowery pretense this time.

Just concern undercut by frustration with a smidge of homicidal rage and pain.
@Card Captor@Ariamis

Altera: Of Departures and Deliverance

Mathers clicked his tongue at Matteo’s question, obviously not feeling all that cooperative that morning. As two of the small group spoke up, their vague words and questions were accompanied by the recruiter’s loud coffee slurping. An eyebrow was raised when Muu mentioned the Silver Light, but the surly man said nothing for a good few seconds after the quiet girl finished speaking. Even with the crowds of adventurers outside, the inside was still deafeningly quiet, the only sound being Mathers’s occasional sips and the ticking of a grandfather clock.

“Tch.”

Finally, he moved, opening a cabinet and pulling out a sack of silver out. From a small chest on the table, the man extracted a necklace with a metal tag as well, tossing them both on the far end of the table for Muu to grab. Another sip was taken, the mug emptied, and he turned his resting bitch gaze onto the sole male of the party once more.

“‘Guild Directories’ are five silver a piece.”

After some small mental discussion, Matteo stepped up hesitantly, playing the role of the token nice guy surrounded by cute girls. Five silver were extracted from his small pouch and, before any regrets could be had, Mathers swept the gleaming coins into his palm, depositing them into an unseen compartment beneath the desk. With that exchange done, the recruiter presented a thin, leather-bound book, gilded with silver and written in a cursive script that made it difficult to read.

The so called ‘Guild Directory’ was in truth ‘Census of Active Guilds within Andeave: 6th Edition’, denser than expected, with pages so thin that it felt as if they may tear when one turned them. But the information that the census had was the real deal. Not only were the most common guilds detailed within the pages, from warrior to mage to ranger to fiend knight to priest to thief, but their differing registration fees, as well as the locations of their main headquarters were detailed. The publisher must have been feeling particularly artistic, for well-drawn portrayals of these individuals were drawn on the pages as well, strapping young warriors and demure but comely mages. Further along were more unique guilds. Muu and Hannah would recognize the Order of the Silver Light in the pages, a young Gavriel depicted there, but there were also unfamiliar names such as ‘The Cabal of the Golden Dawn’, ‘The Monster Gourmet School’, ‘The Temple of the Flowing Waters That Sculpt Mountains’, and ‘Roxy’s Combat Dancing Academy’.

Indeed, these unique, fringe guilds were what made up the majority of the census, and it was rather difficult to tell how many of these were even useful for a fledgling adventurer. Still, the group had the book now, and Mathers snorted.

“Now,” he said, “are you done here?”

@Skyswimsky@changejar@Burger@Buzzkill

Re: Zero: The High Council

_{Near the Docks, The Cham}

As the mug of tea splashed against the ground, Yuuki’s right eye twitched, the details of that emotionless man’s face etched into the back of his brain, even while his mind was filled with a color akin to vanilla-white.

Then, there was movement. A tight grip. From his position, he was pulled up and dragged away. For a few moments, the blue-eyed youth did not act, his feet sliding against the uneven pavement. But stagnation did not last long and he found his own pace soon enough, winter boots slapping against sunlit cobblestone as the trio left the market.

The tea may have been most fragrant, but his backpack had also been left behind.

But that couldn’t be helped, could it?

Slowly, the merchants and their wagons gave way to more ‘common folk’, a couple street performers casting curious glances at the trio of guys. Before much could be said, however, an even weirder girl showed up, the gold of her outfit reminiscent of a particular audacious priestess, the scarlet attire reminiscent of blood and fire. Yuuki regarded her cautiously for a moment, the hairs on the back of his neck prickling before he let out a long sigh.

He wasn’t dead. She wasn’t the same as the gas mask man. They had different objectives. Paranoia and distrust will bring him nowhere. Wasn’t he resolved to die to begin with?

Fucking stupid ass teenager.

“That’s unlikely,” Yuuki replied, a glance towards Ashton, “Our circumstances aren’t exactly the same, after all…but yeah, we could certainly help. Could you give us an idea of what your mistress looks like, Miss…?”

The youth gestured vaguely with a smile, encouraging the redhead to share her name.

Midnight Illusion Agency: An Urban Fantasy RP

Minazawa was a curious place.

On one hand, you had your usual collection of rumors and superstitions, as well as the stupid nerds that thoughtlessly chase after them. On the other hand, you had your actual supernatural existences blending in with the rumors and doing physical harm to the modern world, as well as those that fought to stop such incidents from happening. Then you had the third party, those who were aware of the difference between fact and fiction, those who had sufficient power to stop such incidents…and those who didn’t give a shit despite all that.

Rokkaku, freewheeling high school dropout delinquent part-timer camper bro, fell solidly in the third category. As long as whoever was tossing lightning bolts wasn’t sending anyone uninvolved to the hospitable, the biker didn’t care, and the same sort of nonchalance could be directed to basically every monster that dwelled within the boundary of Minazawa. He wasn’t into hero play, after all, and after a six hour shift at Live House Thunderblood, all the delinquent wanted to do was to take his bike out for a spin through downtown, weaving through the boxy cars of corporate drones out to the quieter parts of Minazawa. He’d heard from his manager that there was quite a “rocking” lakeside camping spot nestled a little ways away in the mountains, and considering the weather…

Yup, nice and clear, without a single lightning bolt in sight. Revving up the engine further, Rokkaku ran the red light like the rebel he always was, speeding down towards the suburbs and his home for the night.