We're getting skills already? Nani???
ERode Member
Odd One Out
- Last Seen: Online
- Joined: 10 yrs ago
- Posts: 5781 (1.54 / day)
- VMs: 4
-
Username history
- ERode 10 yrs ago
-
Latest 10 profile visitors:
-
Most recent →
Phase,
Rabidporcupine,
nfvd,
Citrus,
Candelabra,
TheMushroomLord,
Lucid Dreaming,
Xaltwind,
Kumbaris,
stone
Status
User has no status, yet
Bio
Most Recent Posts
"Not...really?" Allereun replied. Lifting one hand, the alchemist motioned awkwardly towards the bundle of clothes on his arms. They were modest, drab, and fairly formless, but he still had to suffer odd looks from the seamstress when he purchased it. "Figured you'd want more practical outfits, so...like...here?"
She still stank, of course, and that helped him a lot with keeping his own emotions in check. They had other things to do first.
Opening the door, he waved her in, before stepping inside himself, locking the door behind him while lighting a lantern with a magic-engraved flintstone. Warm light filled the aisles of magical powders, and Allereun quickly strode towards the back room. "I'll heat up a bath for you. Just...chill, I guess? Maybe think up an explanation for what...that stuff even was? Would be cool, uh...N-november."
She still stank, of course, and that helped him a lot with keeping his own emotions in check. They had other things to do first.
Opening the door, he waved her in, before stepping inside himself, locking the door behind him while lighting a lantern with a magic-engraved flintstone. Warm light filled the aisles of magical powders, and Allereun quickly strode towards the back room. "I'll heat up a bath for you. Just...chill, I guess? Maybe think up an explanation for what...that stuff even was? Would be cool, uh...N-november."
The Rolls Royce shook a bit as Bulwark shot off, but control was easy enough to regain as Anne continued to circle around the building. No parking spaces, but four traffic lights in the circuit she was making. Narrowing her eyes, the Magical Maid did the math, accounting for the flow of traffic and the duration of each traffic light, before nodding slightly. First, her breathing. Composed as she always was, it was easy enough to slow her heartbeat, even as she continued to navigate through congealed downtown traffic. Second, the window. Despite its old-style aesthetic, the Silver Shadow still had windows that opened automatically, and she slid open her side in due time. Third, the timing. She decreased her speed, slowed to a stop, and lined herself up on the same face of the building that the Vice manifested upon.
Fourth, the weapon. A Barret M82 implausibly popped out from underneath her skirts as she switched her car to ‘P’ and sat her body out of the window. It was an extraordinarily heavy weapon, especially when not propped down like it should be, and there was no way a girl like her had any qualifications for handling the big freaking gun, but Anne’s Competence filled in the gaps within her actual competence. Sighting her target from the rooftops, she wrinkled her brow ever so slightly at the presence of another magical girl, at the fact that particular spawn of sin was the ‘amorphous’ type that could split itself up after receiving damage, before timing her heartbeats and holding her breath.
Inbetween the throbbing of her heart, at the flattest of plateaus.
The trigger was pulled and the barrel flung upwards from the recoil. At many times the speed of sound, a .50 cal armor piercing bullet shot through the skies and created a massive, gaping hole in one of the Vices, before continuing its path up into the cloudy skies.
Anne wasn’t there to confirm her hit though.
The traffic light turned green and she was in the driver’s seat again, her anti-material sniper rifle sitting shotgun as she buckled in and continued circling.
@Epsir@SimpleWriter
Fourth, the weapon. A Barret M82 implausibly popped out from underneath her skirts as she switched her car to ‘P’ and sat her body out of the window. It was an extraordinarily heavy weapon, especially when not propped down like it should be, and there was no way a girl like her had any qualifications for handling the big freaking gun, but Anne’s Competence filled in the gaps within her actual competence. Sighting her target from the rooftops, she wrinkled her brow ever so slightly at the presence of another magical girl, at the fact that particular spawn of sin was the ‘amorphous’ type that could split itself up after receiving damage, before timing her heartbeats and holding her breath.
Inbetween the throbbing of her heart, at the flattest of plateaus.
The trigger was pulled and the barrel flung upwards from the recoil. At many times the speed of sound, a .50 cal armor piercing bullet shot through the skies and created a massive, gaping hole in one of the Vices, before continuing its path up into the cloudy skies.
Anne wasn’t there to confirm her hit though.
The traffic light turned green and she was in the driver’s seat again, her anti-material sniper rifle sitting shotgun as she buckled in and continued circling.
@Epsir@SimpleWriter
“I know right?” Katsuo grinned at her reaction, feeling a bit more comfortable now that it looked like she had picked herself back up. “Pretty sure I’m dead and…revived or whatever though. Name’s Katsuo. Don’t suppose, uh…you’re from Japan too?”
He paused, tilting his head slightly. The language came to him naturally, but at the same time, was he really speaking his mother tongue here? “By the way, just out of curiosity…what language are you speaking right now? There’s nothing like subtitles that are popping up when I talk, right?”
Before such trivial questions could be answered, however, others woke up, one of them offering coffee as a substitute to water, while another began shuffling cards while waiting for his turn with the thermos. Yup, between the dude that looked like a freeter and the guy who could have walked out of a Hollywood spy thriller, it was definitely looking as if Ayame had some peculiar tastes. Or maybe it was just coincidence again. Who knows? While the adults sated their caffeine addiction, Katsuo awkwardly shuffle-pulled his pants back on. Or well, he did, until someone else spoke up.
A real hunk, and a real scarred up one at that. With blue-haired and a chiselled body that looked like it belonged to a criminal who had nothing to do but work out, the man’s words certainly make sense at all. An elaborate prank? Smashing through a drug den? Sammy? All those words carried weight, even if none of them connected in any meaningful fashion. He must have been disorientated, huh? Disbelieving? Was there some sort of reincarnation ‘sickness’ that scrambled one’s memories?
“There’s coffee being passed around,” the blue-haired youth said, motioning towards the owner of the thermos. “It’s really not a prank though. I mean, even if we survived what we did…it’d be in terrible taste to do something like that. You know…trick people who just came out of a coma into thinking they’re in another world…”
He pursed his lips. He had more he wanted to say. But he kept quiet, and after a few more seconds, began buttoning on his blazer.
He paused, tilting his head slightly. The language came to him naturally, but at the same time, was he really speaking his mother tongue here? “By the way, just out of curiosity…what language are you speaking right now? There’s nothing like subtitles that are popping up when I talk, right?”
Before such trivial questions could be answered, however, others woke up, one of them offering coffee as a substitute to water, while another began shuffling cards while waiting for his turn with the thermos. Yup, between the dude that looked like a freeter and the guy who could have walked out of a Hollywood spy thriller, it was definitely looking as if Ayame had some peculiar tastes. Or maybe it was just coincidence again. Who knows? While the adults sated their caffeine addiction, Katsuo awkwardly shuffle-pulled his pants back on. Or well, he did, until someone else spoke up.
A real hunk, and a real scarred up one at that. With blue-haired and a chiselled body that looked like it belonged to a criminal who had nothing to do but work out, the man’s words certainly make sense at all. An elaborate prank? Smashing through a drug den? Sammy? All those words carried weight, even if none of them connected in any meaningful fashion. He must have been disorientated, huh? Disbelieving? Was there some sort of reincarnation ‘sickness’ that scrambled one’s memories?
“There’s coffee being passed around,” the blue-haired youth said, motioning towards the owner of the thermos. “It’s really not a prank though. I mean, even if we survived what we did…it’d be in terrible taste to do something like that. You know…trick people who just came out of a coma into thinking they’re in another world…”
He pursed his lips. He had more he wanted to say. But he kept quiet, and after a few more seconds, began buttoning on his blazer.
They're accomplices now, QueenNugget. Time to make everyone else drink bathwater.
Not that there's all that much of a difference. I'm sure we'll be drinking weirder water as the IC goes on.
Not that there's all that much of a difference. I'm sure we'll be drinking weirder water as the IC goes on.
It's not bathing water. It's just water. (・ω< )★
It was quiet. Deafeningly so. Even with the squeals of people he didn’t know, even with the words of the doctor who cared for them, it was painfully quiet. No engines. No generators. No fans. No commuters. No chains. No gears. Nothing but emptiness.
He opened his eyes slowly, blinking away a too-bright light, before pushing himself up gently, piecing together the fragments of his memory. He lived. He lived? He shouldn’t have lived. He died. And then…a dream? Hallucination. Delusion. Ayame. Who? The kid. A callused hand pressed against his chest. His heart was still pumping. Another hand lifted up his bedsheets, before, with a grimace, he looked down towards his torso.
No scars to indicate an injury. But he remembered what it felt, his organs spilling out as his body popped against the force of the truck. Bile rose up his throat, bitter and burning, but he forced it down. It’d be gross if he threw up here. Gross and disgusting. Just like how his mouth was now. He grabbed a bowl of water by his bed and chugged it down.
Ew, it tasted hella metallic and minerally. What fresh hell was this?
Right, it was the hell that Ayame tossed them in. Goddamnit, he wanted a girlfriend, but he didn’t want to die and go to another world to get one.
Katsuo wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and sat up, leaning over to a bedside stool to pull his phone from the back pocket of his trousers. A finger tap and it opened up, revealing an empty space where many apps once cluttered. There went his dating apps. His mobile games. His contacts lists. His Youtube account. His calendar. His notes. His playlist. The $70 that he loaded onto his Google Play. His photos. All that remained was…two new apps, and the default background that he never bothered to change.
‘About Me’ and ‘Pictopedia’.
Katsuo sighed, then smiled. The afterlife was a trashy light novel, and the goddess was a Narou author. The fate of a Japanese teenager like him, huh? What’s next? He pressed the ‘About Me’ app and actually laughed. A light novel isekai with game-like elements. Some people would actually kill for this sort of opportunity, wouldn’t they? His eyes had been closed when the doctor and her assistant were in the room, but he was pretty certain their voices sounded cute, and what fragments of memory he could compile in relation to his hallucination-delusion made Ayame out as devastatingly attractive as well. So…three for three so far, sweet.
But others couldn’t see the world so positively, huh.
After all, they did just die.
Turning to the source of the sobbing, Katsuo’s eyes widened slightly at the presence of a foreigner with a punk rock hairstyle. Not all Japanese after all? Or maybe she was in Japan for work? Tourist? Stop thinking, goddamnit. He awkwardly swung his legs over the edge of the bed to face her, his own sheets draped over her body for a modicum of modesty before he said, with a smile that felt like it contradicted his concern, “H-hey, so, uh…dehydration is bad, so…do you want water?”
Wait, no.
“I mean, like,” he shook his head. He definitely shouldn’t touch her, yeah? This wasn't a drama, after all. “Are you alright? I mean, it’s clear that you aren’t, but like…we’re stuck in this together so I guess I feel like I should say something anyways? Unless you’re not, uh, from Earth?”
Water. Yes. Water. He grabbed her bowl of water (it was for drinking, right?), and stuck it out in her general direction.
“Have a drink first. I think it helps? Not that I’m an expert or anything, so…yeah…oh yeah, fair warning, this actually tastes worse than mineral water, so...fair warning?”
He opened his eyes slowly, blinking away a too-bright light, before pushing himself up gently, piecing together the fragments of his memory. He lived. He lived? He shouldn’t have lived. He died. And then…a dream? Hallucination. Delusion. Ayame. Who? The kid. A callused hand pressed against his chest. His heart was still pumping. Another hand lifted up his bedsheets, before, with a grimace, he looked down towards his torso.
No scars to indicate an injury. But he remembered what it felt, his organs spilling out as his body popped against the force of the truck. Bile rose up his throat, bitter and burning, but he forced it down. It’d be gross if he threw up here. Gross and disgusting. Just like how his mouth was now. He grabbed a bowl of water by his bed and chugged it down.
Ew, it tasted hella metallic and minerally. What fresh hell was this?
Right, it was the hell that Ayame tossed them in. Goddamnit, he wanted a girlfriend, but he didn’t want to die and go to another world to get one.
Katsuo wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and sat up, leaning over to a bedside stool to pull his phone from the back pocket of his trousers. A finger tap and it opened up, revealing an empty space where many apps once cluttered. There went his dating apps. His mobile games. His contacts lists. His Youtube account. His calendar. His notes. His playlist. The $70 that he loaded onto his Google Play. His photos. All that remained was…two new apps, and the default background that he never bothered to change.
‘About Me’ and ‘Pictopedia’.
Katsuo sighed, then smiled. The afterlife was a trashy light novel, and the goddess was a Narou author. The fate of a Japanese teenager like him, huh? What’s next? He pressed the ‘About Me’ app and actually laughed. A light novel isekai with game-like elements. Some people would actually kill for this sort of opportunity, wouldn’t they? His eyes had been closed when the doctor and her assistant were in the room, but he was pretty certain their voices sounded cute, and what fragments of memory he could compile in relation to his hallucination-delusion made Ayame out as devastatingly attractive as well. So…three for three so far, sweet.
But others couldn’t see the world so positively, huh.
After all, they did just die.
Turning to the source of the sobbing, Katsuo’s eyes widened slightly at the presence of a foreigner with a punk rock hairstyle. Not all Japanese after all? Or maybe she was in Japan for work? Tourist? Stop thinking, goddamnit. He awkwardly swung his legs over the edge of the bed to face her, his own sheets draped over her body for a modicum of modesty before he said, with a smile that felt like it contradicted his concern, “H-hey, so, uh…dehydration is bad, so…do you want water?”
Wait, no.
“I mean, like,” he shook his head. He definitely shouldn’t touch her, yeah? This wasn't a drama, after all. “Are you alright? I mean, it’s clear that you aren’t, but like…we’re stuck in this together so I guess I feel like I should say something anyways? Unless you’re not, uh, from Earth?”
Water. Yes. Water. He grabbed her bowl of water (it was for drinking, right?), and stuck it out in her general direction.
“Have a drink first. I think it helps? Not that I’m an expert or anything, so…yeah…oh yeah, fair warning, this actually tastes worse than mineral water, so...fair warning?”
Yo, KDP, is there a difference between the Charmer and the Charm skill? Mainly asking cause Nugget and I got similar sounding skills, but I can also basically imagine the difference between the two.
In
Beyond the Looking Glass: A CYOA Magical Girl Roleplay [Completed]
→
5 yrs ago
Forum: Casual Roleplay
“Huh?”
Before she knew it, Amaryllis found herself in the weirdest situation she’d been in in a while. Pressed against the wall, the blue-haired beauty could only widen her eyes at the person that pinned her there to begin with. This was…someone that looked almost exactly like her? Not in their proportions, of course, for Amaryllis was magnitudes greater there, but in every other aspect, from their general appearance to their clothing choice, it was eerily similar. Like looking at someone dressing up as you. Like a glitch in the matrix. It was repulsive but also fascinating.
Well, mostly it was embarrassing.
Shrinking away from the implied threat as well as how that ‘timid-looking’ girl’s actions drew the attentions of the crowd, if only briefly, Amaryllis’s brain sped to overdrive even as her Sword chastised her for letting her guard down, six points of pain burying themselves into her calves. Oh god, what if someone she knew saw her like this? She didn’t want to be branded as a lesbian at school! Who was this girl anyways? And why was she ‘mint scum’? She wasn’t even wearing any minty clothes! Wait…the appetizers? A tentative sniff confirmed it. Oh no, she really did smell of mint!
“Er…” Amaryllis squeaked out, ignoring the MAXIMUM HOMICIDAL RAGE of her patron and her weapon, “H-hi? Do I…know you?”
@BrokenPromise
© 2007-2024