ERode

Re: Life

Wow, were nurses actually ninjas? Even though Katsuo felt like he was moving way faster than normal, Alice (the dirty blonde that could be mistaken as a brunette in the right lighting) still remained out of his range, her frenetic steps carrying her into an open area that definitely looked like an Adventurer's Guild. With the whole tavern-esque atmosphere and all the people openly carrying weapons on their persons, dressing up to match their 'class', Katsuo felt like he had exited a hospital ward and truly entered the fantasy world.

Made lots of sense, really, to have an infirmary attached to the place where all the people who fight and kill monsters(?) for a living go to.

Before he could thread the needle through the crowds and catch up to Alice, however, Katsuo’s charming nature grabbed him the attention of two burly-ish men instead. Widening his eyes, first at how friendly they were, and then at the notification that pinged from the phone, the blue haired youth did what any reasonable Japanese high schooler would do: politely extract himself from the situation and properly pursue his goal. Those two guys might not be cute girls in bikini armor, but that didn’t mean he had any excuse to be rude towards them. “Ah, thanks a lot,” he said, flashing a smile, “Name’s Katsuo. You two?”

He gave them just long enough for them to introduce themselves, before waltzing over to Alice, pluching his phone from her grasp and checking it out.

First thing: Alice can read Japanese, or English, or whatever this language was. That’s good. It meant all those hours studying classic lit at school wasn’t a waste. Second thing: Holy geez, Charm sounded edgy. Temporary slaves? He’d have thought that it was much more subtle than that, but man…isn’t this a bit powerful? Third thing: literally everyone around him was giving him the stink eye now. Was it his blue hair? Had to be his blue hair.

“Weird stuff to be sure,” Katsuo nodded, before flashing a smile at the receptionist that caught Alice. “Thanks for the assist, friend. Definitely couldn’t have caught up with her myself. Anyways, uh, you have your line up and all, so I don’t wanna stall too long, so I’ll just…back off and all.”

Retreating away from the line, he breathed in the atmosphere a bit more, before putting his attention back onto Alice. “So, this is the Adventurer’s Guild, right? I basically have no idea at all how it works, so could you maybe give me a rundown of how everything functions here, Alice?”

Alright, let's try this Charming thing again...

A lopsided, boyish smile emerged, copied right out of a men’s magazine he collected from the recycling bin back when he was still in Japan.

“Please?”

You've just been sucked into a fantasy world! >:o

I'll be keeping an eye on this for now. Just to confirm, will this be more of a sandbox RP or is there going to be a main plot that you expect the players to follow?

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

“I m-mean, we’re not really, you know…” …playing football here, are we?

Amaryllis didn’t manage to finish the rest of her sentence though, as Betty immediately went on to the next bits of info that she felt like disseminating. A magical girl bodyguard who suspects that the Mint’s after them? What a rough life. Maybe if the currently-not-Knight-of-Rose actually knew how to speak her mind, she’d have offered condolences or something. But the world didn’t wait for her to timidly sputter out words, and it looked like every day, Penrose tumbled further towards apocalyptic calamity.

As the ever-grumpy Scarlet Hallwell appeared (must be the VIP, huh), Amaryllis shrunk back further, uncertain as to how she was even supposed to respond to all these words being tossed at her. Was this just what confident people did? Throw a small speech at strangers before walking off? Was that what she’s supposed to emulate then? Her Sword continued to rattle in her brain like an impatient child, but the sheer nausea of even being in the presence of a blonde primadonna made it nothing but a distant concern. It wasn’t like Amaryllis asked for these backbreaking tiddies, or even to get contracted with a sword altogether. She wasn’t even in Penrose when that stuff happened! Not like she really needed to transform into a superhuman stabby person to survive the day. And geez, extensive networks are, who woulda thought, hard to get into when it literally involves selling your soul to a whole buncha creepy things, especially when her soul was more or less already sold.

But rather than calling out after Scarlet, Amaryllis simply compartmentalized it all and shoved it aside to deal with later. Personal issues had no place in this circumstance, especially not her personal issues. The convergence of dark powers and foul energies and her painfully loud Sword pulled her out of her head and into the present, and finally, she turned towards Sammy.

For a moment, she was almost happy that the little detective girl had come back for her.

Then rationality told her that they only crossed paths because Sammy had been heading back after determining how ridiculously crowded the Cindy Ford area was.

And Amaryllis did the big sad again.

“Uh, sure, that would be…I mean, yeah, thanks. Ah, but wait a second.”

Stepping into a nearby alleyway, Amaryllis crouched behind a dumpster, spoke the magic words, and…

Rebirth ; First Act

✦【S】【O】【L】【I】【L】【O】【Q】【U】【Y】✦

The moon shone, and she stood alone, bathed in fluorescent fire.

Her arms raised towards Diana, entwining in an infinite spiral, caressing the face of the heavens even as slender fingers grasped nothing. The maiden and the moon, separated by the vastness of distance.

But the Heavenly Muses, faceless and flowing, saw the offering and took it, nine celestial flowers twirling around her as moonlight bent and twirled, as her earthly garments dissolved into Edenic dress.

𝔖𝔥𝔢 𝔠𝔬𝔲𝔩𝔡 𝔫𝔬𝔱 𝔯𝔢𝔞𝔠𝔥 𝔥𝔢𝔯 𝔟𝔢𝔩𝔬𝔳𝔢𝔡.
𝔖𝔥𝔢 𝔰𝔥𝔬𝔲𝔩𝔡 𝔫𝔬𝔱 𝔯𝔢𝔞𝔠𝔥 𝔥𝔢𝔯 𝔟𝔢𝔩𝔬𝔳𝔢𝔡.
𝔖𝔥𝔢 𝔴𝔬𝔲𝔩𝔡 𝔫𝔬𝔱 𝔯𝔢𝔞𝔠𝔥 𝔥𝔢𝔯 𝔟𝔢𝔩𝔬𝔳𝔢𝔡.

And yet, each step upon the moonrose staircase cast more light upon the starless void.

𝔗𝔥𝔢 𝔰𝔭𝔞𝔯𝔨 𝔬𝔣 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔞𝔰𝔱𝔢𝔯𝔦𝔰𝔨.
𝔗𝔥𝔢 𝔤𝔩𝔬𝔯𝔶 𝔬𝔣 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔨𝔞𝔩𝔢𝔦𝔡𝔬𝔰𝔠𝔬𝔭𝔢.
𝔗𝔥𝔢 𝔲𝔫𝔦𝔬𝔫 𝔬𝔣 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔠𝔬𝔫𝔰𝔱𝔢𝔩𝔩𝔞𝔱𝔦𝔬𝔫𝔰.

She twirled at the insufficient peak, the Edenic fabric dissolving in starfire. Her arms unravelled like the blooming of a rose, and sparkling sand, lunar dust, fell from the moon, sifting through the gaps of her cupped hands.

The staircase shattered and, arching her back against the tyranny of gravity, she fell into a garden of roses, iron vines tearing into flesh.

𝔗𝔥𝔢 𝔩𝔬𝔳𝔢 𝔬𝔣 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔪𝔬𝔬𝔫.
𝔗𝔥𝔢 𝔯𝔢𝔟𝔦𝔯𝔱𝔥 𝔬𝔣 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔪𝔞𝔦𝔡𝔢𝔫.
𝔗𝔥𝔢 𝔟𝔞𝔭𝔱𝔦𝔰𝔪 𝔬𝔣 𝔯𝔲𝔰𝔱 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔯𝔬𝔰𝔢.

From the rose garden, the maiden knight resurfaced, clad in Silverlight and Starspace.

✦【I】 【A】【M】 【R】【E】【B】【O】【R】【N】✦

…the reverie of rusted roses returned unto this plane.

A silver sword, a silver blossom. Hair of azure, eyes of amethyst. A blue rose could not exist without divine intervention. A blue rose could not be attained without undying affection. Only in the reflection of the god-slaying blade could the true value of one’s soul be tested, and only in wielding the proscribed Silverlight could the heart of its wielder be exposed.

Once again, judgment arrived, clad in cloth, armed with steel.

“Forgive me for my tardiness, Great Illuminator of Mystique,” the Knight of Rose spoke, “It will be my pleasure to mount such an awe-inspiring beast. Now, let us depart, and strike this foul malady at its very heart!”

With a wholly extraneous leap, the flamboyant maiden flipped once and landed behind the Illuminator, raising her sword dramatically.

“Onward, unto the grave!”
@BrokenPromise

Neo Sorairo

“Join him? FUHAHAHAHAHA,” went EvilAlienMonster!Tian-Gui, “Such foolish, child of flesh. He may have vanquished me this time, but mark my words, I’ll be the one to reign victorious at the end of this war! …also, sure, go ahead.”

Despite the embarrassment of Mavis’s boyfriend (cute that they had a couple of pets named Red and Grumpy), the costumed Tian-Gui lowered himself on one knee regardless, waiting for the Striker girl to get on before slowly, carefully, standing up. The balance was a bit rough, but without her Shield, Mavis was pretty light, and after a couple of posture adjustments, it was easy enough for Vel-Tor to strike another pose, his claws extended ferociously towards the cameras, before turning his attention to the boyfriend saddled with tons of junk food.

“Hey, wanna come up as well?” Tian-Gui asked, tone chipper, “Gotta make some memories on the off-days, yeah?”
@KoL@TheWindel

Re: Life

Congrats, dude. I think?

RP inspired by the LN Solo Leveling

Will we be permanently operating as E-C rank people, or would we all be able to level up?

Altera: Of Departures and Deliverance

Rainfall continued, turning the plains into a marsh. Boots squelched against the mud, streams fell down makeshift umbrellas, and all around, the smell of the wolrd filled their senses. A verdant, mossy aroma that only intensified as they got closer and closer to the treeline. Pushing forward may not have been the best idea, but as muddied dirt turned into soft, bouncy moss, travelling became more pleasant, at the very least. Now, it was only going to be another half hour or so of travel before they reached what remained of the Redstone Mines.

What plans they'd wish to concoct would have to happen now. With Ettamri's steed, a stealthy approach was going to be rather unfeasible, no matter how dulled the senses of an undead may be.

Lostman Grafitti

Dab dab, dab dab dab.

Also @Savo give me a heads up in the PMs if Marc's gonna do anything crazy.

Lostman Grafitti

Northern District

Contrasting to Mana’s inexplicable anger, the young girl’s expression was simply resigned, her mismatched eyes reflecting the smoker’s flustered appearance before they closed. The rain pitter-pattered around them for seconds longer as Mana’s question hung in the air.

What was wrong with her?

She opened her mouth. Closed it. Tightened her lips.

What was wrong with her?

The girl with the mismatched eyes stood up, slowly, calmly. She reached behind her skirt to wring what water she could, before wiping the rain off her eyes as well, opening them a second time to look at her savior, her prohibitor. A lethargic girl, slight in frame with a sickly pallor and lightless eyes. Some may see a delinquent, but she just thought the girl was sad.

Her index finger pressed momentarily, almost reflexively, against the outer corner of her right eye. She blinked, furrowed her brow, and let it drop. Smiled with one half of her lips.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” The girl tilted her head, wet black strands segmenting parts of her lovely face. “There’s nothing wrong about this.”

Central District

“<<Hey, wait up, I’ll walk you there, at least,>>” Hyejin said, scrambling to shove her things into her own purse. Noisily pushing away from the table, she spent a couple seconds bowing apologetically to the other cafe patrons for the disturbance, before following Miyane out. “<<My repair guy’s in that direction anyways. Should get ‘im to take a look at your phone too, y’know?>>”

Further conversation was cut short by Miyane’s mood and the timely presence of a vacant taxi, however. After a few energetic waves through the tinted windows of a vehicle that smelled like air freshener, the driver pulled off onto the curb, towards the subdued glitz of Tamagakahara.

Twenty minutes later, and there was a clear distinction between the concrete and construction of the downtown core and the nirvana-esque landscape that made up the most expensive place to rent in Tenoroshi. Seamlessly paved sidewalks so clean they were white even in the dreary weather. Lawns and hedges maintained by specialists who maintained the grounds on a daily basis. Ornate, wrought-iron fences that distracted from the cameras overseen by a 24/7 private security firm and that clearly separated the realm of ‘heaven’ from ‘earth’. Right outside the grounds of Tamagakahara were dozens of high-end boutique shops and restaurants, leased to the famously skilled or the recklessly ambitious for exorbitant prices, while the police boxes that were ubiquitous to any large city were nowhere near.

At the gates, Miyane would have to show her ID before the guard, a friendly Okinawan with a stature of a bear, could wave the taxi in, sparing her the walk to her complex. Three minutes later, she stood before the Tsubaki building, the doorman walking her to the door with an umbrella in hand and then graciously ushering her in.

As always, the lobby was silent. Some thought it peaceful, others thought it disquieting.

White marble floors, glossy black walls. Tamagakahara, for all its exterior grandeur, was muted and restrained on the inside. No paintings, no carpets. Nothing but a crushing quiet, no matter how many parties were held up above.

Unless the elevator dinged.

A soft chime, accompanied by soft, deafening footsteps, heralded the presence of a Japanese man. He was tall in stature, his blue eyes intensified with his angular features. Wearing a suit (Italian, custom-tailored), he turned indifferently towards the entrance, catching the eye of the doorman, before those features softened into a smile towards the former star.

“<<Good afternoon, Sou Miyane-ssi. You’re doing well?>>”

---

As the thug stormed off, the disheveled man turned his glassy gaze towards Marc, that blindingly, painfully bright smile still etched onto his features. Like a newborn deer, the stubble-faced man struggled onto his feet, falling a couple times only to pull himself back up. The focus clear focus made his actions shakier, more erratic, but after he managed it, he laughed wordlessly, clapping his thick palms together like a monkey.

Then, swiftly, he embraced the blond half-foreigner. Through the suit, Marc could feel just how thin, but just how strong, the man truly was, and the stink of the alleyway was similarly powerful, like cat’s piss and rotting trash. For a moment, they stayed like this, before the faintest of whispers passed through the man’s throat.

_{“...child...people...bell...birth...sorry...fix...joy…”}

Wheels grinded to a halt by the curb. The man thrust Marc away, stumbling back. Behind him, a white van, the side windows painted over, stood, before the doors opened up. Three men in dark suits and sunglasses came out, moving with trained purpose. Two stood by the disheveled man on either side, holding him by the arms and hauling him into the van, while the third approached Marc, flashing a badge.

“Officer Kazuhiro Tomoe, Criminal Affairs Bureau,” he said, “Are you alright, sir? Has he done anything to you?”

Southwestern District

“Fake?” He let out a charming laugh. “There’s nothing fake about this, darling. It’s simply as beautiful as a fleeting dream.”

Without another word, he took her by the hand and lead Marina underneath the neon lights of the Platina Club. Opening the smoky, glass doors with a smile, the long-haired host raised his voice and called out, “New guest!”

Immediately, twenty other artificially dashing young gentlemen stood up, and smiled in Marina’s direction. Some extended roses, while others raised their glasses in a toast, and still more bowed eloquently, before they all responded with a thundering, “Welcome, princess!”

In the echoing aftermath of the introduction, the rest of the ambience of the host club could be observed. Dim, incandescent lighting cast warm light and deep shadows amongst the red-and-beige theme of the place. Booths were segmented by thin wooden walls that could be opened and closed to create larger booths, while the bar area was longer than normal, extended so that pairs of host and guest could sit without every being beside anyone else. Champagne was regularly brought out for the enjoyment of the guests, and particularly high spenders had multiple hosts in the same booth, each of them plying for her attention. Soft, indistinct music played in the background, but with all the soft whispering-in-the-ears that the hosts did, it was hardly relevant.

Still, it was only the afternoon. The real party didn’t start until evening set, and high-functioning office ladies needed to have men who’d cater to her needs.

Sliding into one of those booths, the long-haired host sat himself opposite of Marina, placing a slender hand over her own before saying softly, amiably, “Well then, I, Kenshin, am at your service. Shall we begin with a couple of drinks, or do you prefer something more substantial?”

Southern District

“Hanh?!”

“That fucking brat!”

“Let’s teach her a lesson.”

“Yeah, maybe she won’t be such a mouthy sh- ooooh, fuck.”

“...Yeah, that’s…dunno your beef with the midget, lady, but, you’re like, new around here, yeah? Maybe don’t mess with her after all.”

---

Tamiko rolled her eyes as Tsurushi stormed off. Good riddance for that. Watching her teacher go, the 5th Grader idly pulled out her smartphone and pointed it in the green-haired woman’s direction, before slipping it into her pockets once more. She swung her legs idly, whistling a quiet tone to herself.

Until, suddenly, her vision turned black, two hands closing over them. “Guess who?” went a chirpy male voice.

“Huomente, Yasucchi!” Tamiko pulled the hands down, reeling in the responsible delinquent until she could feel his bandana against the top of her head. “Not really who I was waiting for, but I’ll be happy with you as a consolation prize.”

The youth laughed, before pulling himself away from the younger girl’s grasp. Taking a couple steps for the run-up, he vaulted over the bench and sat down, swinging his backpack over. A skateboard was tied to the front, while various baubles hung from the straps. He unzipped the pack, and pulled out a shark-motif bandana, thrusting it in Tamiko’s general direction. “Thought I’d challenge myself a bit with this,” Yasuo said, grinning underneath his mask, “But hey, how’dja like it?”

Tamiko snatched it out of his hands and immediately wrapped it around her face, her eyes sparkling. “Geez, this is like...super edgy! Yasucchi, your taste sucks!”

“Glad it’s your jive, kiddo.”

Re: Life

@EpicKDPEy, Katsuo took a picture of himself and Alice in my post as well. Could you tell me the effects/info gotten from that?