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Viscious Virtue (Dark Magical Girls)

Yeah, Competence extends to martial disciplines, complete with summoning the necessary weapons and such.

Viscious Virtue (Dark Magical Girls)

Magical Maid Resolute Anne

"I'll fuck you up, cunt."
【☆】17 y/o | 5'9 | 139 lbs【☆】

Mana Crystal: A button of gold, with intricate, minute carvings of ivy along the rim. When transformed, it becomes the top button of the blouse she wears.

Virtue: Resolve, the decisiveness to do what must be done, and to do it competently, in a manner that leaves nothing lacking, but without such obsession that one is simply slowed by their need for perfection. Anne does what’s asked of her, and does what would bring the most benefit to everyone around her. That’s what work is, after all. If it was fun and easy and forgiving, it wouldn’t be what it is.

Magic
Competence – The magic to do the mundane. When transformed, Anne gains the ability to perform any mundane task at the highest level of human skill, as well as to manifest all the tools necessary to do so. If she needs to brew pre-existing tea leaves, she will be able to summon boiling water within a stylish kettle, as well as a fine china teapot and accompanying tea cups. If she needs to dissolve a body, the chemicals, as well as a vat large enough to contain that body will be summoned. The more unreasonable a task is, the longer it’d take for her to manifest the necessary tools for completing such tasks. If a task requires more than one person to complete it, Anne’s Competence does not apply.

Cleanliness – The magic to remove dirt and impurities. Anne can magically clean and repair things as necessary. Dirt and grease practically disappear in her presence. Messy makeup is erased and then reapplied. Giant holes in walls or craters on the road are patched up. When applied to humans, they attain a level of beauty akin to someone who has just spent a day at a salon or spa. When applied upon a crime scene, all evidence is erased, including the memories of non-magical witnesses.

Composure – The magic to maintain a standardized emotional state, regardless of the situation. A passive ability that grants clarity of the mind, suppresses unnecessary spikes in emotion, and shields one from magical mental influence. Though her Composure may inspire a similarly calm state of mind in others during times of crisis, this is merely an unintended side effect of Anne’s magic.

History
Anne lives with her grandparents, and works at a family restaurant that occasionally gets visited by shitty delinquents in order to supplement the meager pension they get. Her grandfather’s becoming senile, her grandmother’s practically blind, her parents are gone, and she does whatever’s necessary to continue living in the old family home. Most of the time, she cooks. When utilities stop working, she figures out why. She’s a regular in her school’s track team for the recommendation she can get. She takes self-defense classes at a local gym in exchange for babysitting the instructor’s kids during the weekdays. And even then, Anne still finds time to search and destroy the Vices lurking within the city.

Life’s hard, and the stresses build, but regardless of what happens, Anne still prefers it over death. For that reason, she works and she learns and she works and she learns, chipping away at the wall before her without regard to her cracked nails, her growing fatigue, hoping to crush herself until a diamond shines underneath.

Hoping to ██████████████████.

Others: When she can get away with it, Anne wears steel-toed boots and leather gloves.

Fate/Counter Force [Looking for 1-2 more players]

A Fate RP that's not a Grail War? Yeee boiiiiiii.

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

【H】【e】【r】 【W】【i】【s】【h】✳【H】【e】【r】 【M】【i】【r】【a】【c】【l】【e】

A flash of silver, the caw of a crow, and it was over.

The young man, sandy-blond with fair features that’d have made him a fine model if he worked out more often, stumbled back, clutching his torn throat, trying desperately to stem the flow of that life-preserving ichor. But it spilled between his fingers regardless, his pounding heart only cause more and more to gush out, staining his clothing green. There was no shock on his face anymore, no fear or despair. Only a burning, monstrous rage that caused his human facade to twist into something more, something less. But there were no curses one could speak with shredded vocal cords, and, falling over a distended garbage bag, he expired.

One moment later, and the young man returned to his original form, that of a misshapen, long-eared midget with uneven nails and steel-rending fangs. Even that, soon after, turned to gray snow, melting away and leaving nothing left.

The Knight of Rose let out a sigh, even as her Sword purred in enjoyment. A quick kill, an easy snack. How kind it must be, to be satisfied with the basest of desires. The Penrose Independent had been useless. Beacon was unwilling to share information with an unaffiliated magical girl as well. Her clashes with the so-called ‘Beacon Buddies’ over the last few days only confirmed that, detestable as her Patron was, Annabelle wasn’t associated with that first spirit attack. And while Rina was a great partner, resolving new incidents didn’t solve old ones.

Didn’t mean she could give up though. Forcing a smile, forcing some flair, Amaryllis repeated her transformation incantation once more, to remember just who she wanted to be, before turning to leave the alleyway.

Two figures stood in the open watching at the end of the alley. The light behind them made it difficult to make out their features, but the unusually arabian garb was a dead giveaway for a magical girl. Neither looked particularly threatening though. Stepping into the light Violet took a bow before introducing herself. ”It’s nice to meet you, Knight of the Rose. My name is Violet and this is my sister Sakura.” Righting herself she motioned to the scene behind Amaryllis. ”That was quite an elegant display. We can appreciate your artistic flare.”

“Your words are kind, but your purpose remains opaque, Violet,” Amaryllis replied, keeping her distance. It didn’t feel as if they were intrinsically dangerous, but it was still a scenario where she was outnumbered in a dark alleyway. She placed a hand on her rapier’s hilt and readjusted her jacket, wary but not aggressive. “What do you require of me, Maidens of the Sand and Storm?”

Neither girl reacted much to what Amaryllis did other than to the last bit that was said. Violet glanced back at Sakura for a moment before refocusing on Amaryllis. ”Maidens of the Sand and Storm, never thought of that. I like it. To answer your question however we only ask of one thing, a wish of your choosing that we may grant.” Ordinarily Violet would have liked to lead around a prospect, but this sword bearer didn’t seem to want that banter. Or perhaps that was a misread on her part. Either way it should get across their intent.

“A wish?” Amaryllis rolled the idea in her mind. “Why?”

”It is our curse if you will. Our patron requires it of us and fate lead us to you.”

A curse to create miracles? It sounded too good to be true, too convenient when she just hit a dead end, and too flimsy to simply have ‘fate’ be the deciding factor as to why this encounter occurred to begin with. But Amaryllis found herself asking regardless, like a moth to a flame, “And these miracles of yours, have they limits?”

Nodding in confirmation Violet continued. ”There are limits. We are only magical girls after all. But if we are not able to grant a wish you are free to make another wish,” While she could have gone into more detail the Djinn Sisters were not in the business of divulging the details of what they could and could not do. ”What did you have in mind?”

Revenge was the easy one. Information would have helped too. Or just gaining more strength overall would be great. Mayhaps this was a chance to regain her own life and sever this contract with her Sword? But those were all things that she could get herself, in due time and with due effort. “Penrose has been assailed by many magical threats recently,” Amaryllis began, quietly, decisively, “And most of them have turned their focus not on their magical brethren, but upon the unknowing populace. I despise that. Is the power granted by your patron sufficient to prevent that from happening?”

”Mm, depends on the wish exactly. You'll have to say it as a wish I mean, and then I'll know for sure.” Violet shrugged slightly. Their magic was not always clear until they heard the wish and either could do it or hit a wall.

“Then this is my wish is as follows: for all those within Penrose who are under the Veil of Ignorance to be shielded from magical malice that seeks to physically, emotionally, or spiritually damage them.” Amaryllis smiled. “How’s that sound?”

The djinn girl looked impressed for a moment before smiling. ”A selfless wish, I like it. Quite a lofty one as well. Let me see what I can do.” There wasn’t much to say to find out. Their patron being linked to them made it nearly instant. But in this case a wish of this scale was outside their individual capabilities. Cafar’s approval came in the form of Mana Font as Violet’s magic surged. This amount of magic was not something either of the girls could maintain long, but wishes were usually pretty instant. Eyes shining while her outline glowed the magic was palpable as it began to spread up and out over Penrose. Floating down the magic covered the entirety of the city, guarding all those unaware of the supernatural world from magical harm.

The exertion of magic and focus was a taxing one which caused Violet to drop. Sakura was there to keep her sister from hitting the ground hard. Catching her breath Violet looked up to Amaryllis. ”Your wish… has been granted...” Light headed for a moment she slowly got back to her feet.

It was like looking at a supernova, contained in a glass box. Half of her wish was a whim, and Amaryllis had practically expected the wish to be a failure to begin with, but now, as she saw the full power of a god descend upon the magical girl, the Knight of Rose gulped. Was this actually happening? Was it really that simple? Would this divine protection last?

...why had no one else wished for such a thing before?

Her amethyst gaze watched the magic expand and fall, an almost indiscernible film drifting upon the Unknowing. In its scabbard, the Sword shuddered, rusted nails of caution and disgust crawling against her kidneys. In her mind, she doubted still, how effective this was, what the limits of this was.

But that didn’t change what had occured. What it had caused.

Hah, she was making this declaration quite often these days, huh?

Amaryllis’s embrace was sudden, quick, three steps crossing the distance in the blink of an eye before her arms wrapped around the twins, forgetting in that moment how licentious such an action was in a costume as unrestrained as her own. “I will not forgot this favor you have done for me,” she spoke in their ears. “My blade is your own, wishgranters. Call my name, and I will be there.”

Even if it was only for a day, even if the protection was slight, it was still something. And that something could easily become the difference between the Knight of Rose arriving right on time or too late.

The Fated World Defiance

It was warm for spring.

Shafts of light exposed the dust motes inside the quiet shop, warming up wooden furniture and causing the many bottles of magic dust to shimmer like a mirage. Despite the warmth, the fireplace still crackled, a cauldron of starsand being toasted slowly, while the owner of the shop, a young man with curly strands of brown hair, washed and dried empty bottles. The glass was more aesthetic than mere bags, but they were also more expensive to procure as well, meaning that most of the time, he’d end up asking people to return the bottles once they were emptied.

Didn’t always work, of course. Some people thought that the price of his magic included the bottles.

Still, it was nice, mind-numbing, hand-cooling work. Most people would be heading here in the evening, after all, but he wasn’t exactly going to just close the shop during the day either. Who knew when someone would need some magic to spice up their lunch time meal, or some magic to give that extra impact for their outfit, or some magic just to relax after a day’s work when you couldn’t afford to go drinking? Of course, his main profits still came from magical fertilizer and the weather prediction pamphlets he released, but Allereun could still dream. His study, as unofficial and unsanctioned by the Church as it was, was the study of emotional magic, the ability to inspire happiness in people, after all.

Happiness in a stifled, but safe world. The most profitable venture ever.

Wiping his hands off on a towel, the mage set the bottles out by the water to dry, before picking up the bucket of dirtied water with him. With a single, practiced motion, he swung open the door and tossed the water out.

Unfortunately, there just happened to be some kid standing right there.

"Oops."

Neo Sorairo

A reactive barrier? It mattered not!

Launched back by the explosion, Tian-Gui grit his teeth and clenched his fists again, as scarlet lines raced up his golden armor. The power he had absorbed was sufficient, and his heroic spirit was never something to be smothered by a singular failure! Jets of flame burst from his legs as he shot himself towards the Invader once more, the recycled energy of past attacks now allowing him to continue the onslaught. Linkers and Gunners can come up with their plans, their tactics, but the role of a Striker?

Pulverize the foe right before you!

"FLAMESTONE SUPERMAN PUNCH!"

Did the Invader have another shield up? Who cares?! He could do this all day!

The Fated World Defiance

Allereun Usheim

Snobby Students Are Summoned As Heroes?

Albrecht didn’t look backwards, not once. As the vanguard and the only one with a shield (though Jyu-Ni’s giant metal arms were probably a way better defensive tool), he focused on keeping his eyes everywhere except backwards. The growing darkness made it harder to see, and the constant unrest he felt set his nerves on the edge as well. No resources, no other sign of civilization, and a deathbeam in the distance. What a goddamn life. Almost made him want to give up and just pretend to be a tree. A metal tree. With green hair.

It brought forth a fun memory, and Albrecht bit back a chuckle, before redoubling his focus and his efforts. He died a virgin once. No way was he going to die a virgin twice!

The knight climbed more hills, maintaining his pace and patience with a top-ranking student’s discipline. He scanned the horizon constantly, noting birds flying away from them and the skybeam of doom. He ignored how his feet ached, resisted the urge to sling his shield over his back again, and simply kept grinding away, leading the other members of his small party along with sheer force of will. And eventually, they did get lucky.

In this world, at least, effort didn’t go wholly unrewarded, even if the reward took the shape of a giant that dwarfed them all and that could probably kill them all with a friendly slap on the back. Albrecht tensed up again, back straightening and eyes narrowed, but didn’t move at all. In front of what amounted to an intelligent building, his kite shield felt mighty unreliable.

Irene, however, was the one to break the silence, buying time for Albrecht to do some thinking of his own. The giant spoke English, did they? Or had the goddess given them some natural ability where they could understand and be understood by others in this world? Did that apply only to the most common language, or did other ones work too? It was something worth testing, and, more than that, it gave him something else to think about beside the fact that those floating boxes must weigh a hell lot.

“I heard,” he began, voice a bit dry, “that someone was doing some digging at this place with stone obelisks or something? Probably has something to do with the current big beam.” Eyes flickering towards the way the giant had come, the knight pointed in that direction and said, “Gibt es irgendwelche Städte in dieser Richtung? Oh, and if it’s not too much trouble, could you point us to the general direction of like, dunno, water?”

The self-depreciating laugh came easily.

“We sorta ended up in the middle of nowhere with nothing n’ all.”

Altera: Of Departures and Deliverance

Pressed against the ground, Matteo could practically feel the spray of slimy spit that flicked off the tongue as it whistled over his head, striking the ground in front of him with enough force to gouge the earth. There was a low rumble before the tongue snapped back just as quickly, the toad already priming itself for a second strike against its now-prone target. No telegraph, no apparent need to aim. Its tongue lashed out a second time, a mass of pink muscle lashing out a second time in quick succession.

But Gwyn was there now, a shimmering veil of light repulsing the second strike, Alri-Qua’s grace present even in a foreign land. It was a complete reversal of Ettamri’s original plans, but the nature of a priest was to protect the weak, and when they were willing to put their own lives on the line, their Ward was just as potent as a Paladin’s shield. Shards of light faded away after the second blow, but already, the third strike was primed. A Priest lived by the speed of their prayers, but against the flurry of blows that could be launched by a beast, that speed was wholly insufficient.

Twang.

At that range, what could more or less be considered point-blank for any competent Ranger, there was no way Ash could miss, her arrow sinking into the toad’s right eye. A strange fluid seeped out of the punctured eye and the toad visibly flinched at the blow, but before it could retaliate, both Muu and Ettamri connected their strikes, the lance spraying flesh and blood as the mounted warrior galloped past while Muu’s own blade buried itself deep into the monster’s hindleg. It was only misfortunate, then, that both warriors had chose to aim for the same leg, Ettamri’s sweeping strike spraying all manners of fluids on Muu’s face.

Instantly, she felt the caustic burn of poison sear her skin and eat at the flesh beneath. Blinded by this, the leather-bound swordswoman couldn’t react at all when the toad suddenly drew in air, its massive form swelling even further as its entire body inflated in a horrible ‘gruuugruk’. The expansion was fast, and pitched its own body forward, with Muu flung into the air by the sudden transformation. She struck the ground hard, disappearing amongst the tall grass.

Gwyn and Matteo, however, were far from being able to offer any assistance. Before them now was something that could only be described as a poisonous, sentient boulder of flesh, and with a powerful kick from its hindlegs, the toad rolled towards them, slowly but surely picking up speed as it crushed everything in its path.

Snobby Students Are Summoned As Heroes?

No, we're not retconning shit just cause you're leaving.