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Skybound

A downward swing of her sword that generates a shining arc of energy, bisecting anything in its unstoppable path.

Wow, better have a minute long incantation and a bombass OST ready for it.

Skybound

Cain Darlite

26 y/o | Male | Human | Medic

A veteran empyrean, Cain Darlite seeks only to find himself companions with which he could venture off into the farthest reaches of the world with. Once a member of the illustrious Karadez, a locally-famous airship crew that operated mostly in the western territories of Yuncay, an unfortunate series of events involving Cupid’s arrow richocheting off multiple hearts ended up in a bloodbath of legendary proportions, both on a physical and emotional level. As Karadez imploded in a violent eruption of romantic jealousy, Cain Darlite, veteran empyrean and healing specialist, the man with the skills to turn everyone into morning people without even the help of copious amounts of caffeine, spied with his rubellite eyes signs of a great storm to come!

The resurrection of the famed Fornacis, striving to cross the great azure and stake their claim as the first crew to return from the Boundary intact! How excellent! How exciting! Such fleeting passions may be disregarded as a drunkard’s nonsense in any other situation, but alongside legends that had not yet faded and aspirants whose legends had yet to begun, there was a very real possibility that impossibilities may be proven false! With banner in hand and song in his heart, Cain did what any youthful veteran empyrean with red blood in their veins and a desire to witness the making of history would do! He applied!!!

And honestly, as a medic empyrean with twelve years of experience operating off the western territories of Yuncay, who could flagdance as well as he could sing as well as he could dance while also magically healing people in ways that normal healing couldn’t match, it was simply an inevitability that he would become a member of the new and improved Fornacis crew!

Thank the Skyfather for that.

Hanswer

Hanswer is a pyxis specialized in 'performance', manifesting itself as a seven foot long flagpole made of a cream-colored metal that rings like a bell when struck. Both sides are spiked to facilitate planting the flagpole into the ground rather than for the purposes of stabbing people, but as a large metal rod, it's still usable as a weapon, despite Hanswer's personal protests. When abilities are utilized, a flag appropriate to either the group, the environment, or the song will weave itself out of vestigial aura, growing in length as the ability is continuously used.

As an individual, Hanswer provides background vocals and particular enjoys doing ominous chanting. It'll definitely try to slip such dreary, dramatic vibes in whenever it can, but is otherwise compliant, if not sarcastically so, with Cain's own desires.

Skills

“Here I Am”
^{~Party’s over, but I wanna dance a little longer~}

The opening piece that warms up the artist, enabling their voice to reach farther, unfettered by the limitations of environment. Upon activation, Cain is able to change his attire to whatever he desires, as well as add small cosmetic changes such as altering his hair or eye color, through illusory methods. More prominent, however, is that his voice echoes psychically in the minds of his allies, allowing for communication even when they are deafened…though it still requires him to physically vocalize, making this ill-suited for clandestine communications.

“We Are The Flame”
^{~We head into the darkness to find the light~}

The second song revs up the crowd, warming up the blood in their body and emboldening their spirits. Upon activation, allies capable of hearing Cain have their nerves calmed and their body strengthened, enabling swifter movement as they charge into the fray and dance through the battlefield. Their steps become more certain even upon uncertain terrain, even in the face of mighty foes, for their hearts are fire, and glory awaits beyond the dusk.

“Miraclebringers”
^{~Let the sound of hope resound in the air~}

The third song starts soft but swells up with increasing strength, granting listeners a deeper strength than from a firestarting piece. Upon activation, allies capable of hearing Cain have their regenerative capabilities improved, allowing them to recoup stamina and heal from sustained wounds. For those on the brink of reckless despair, the bell tolls, granting them strength once more to fight and to live. There is only false prestige to be found in sacrifice; the only acceptable ending is one where everyone survives and can live to laugh about this battle over tankards of ale.

From Oubliette to Oublioth [R.I.P]

Lostman Graffiti

Northwestern District

Gotou bowed back, and smiled at the silent Aya as well, apparently not noticing the suspicion aimed in his direction. With care, the man took the child into his arms, resting her chin on his shoulder and hugging her against his chest. “I’m...not too certain myself,” he spoke after a moment’s pause. “She’d been having nightmares on and off the past couple of weeks, but this was the first time she had...hm...well, we were just walking down the side streets, down by Eizou’s Laundromat.”

He pursed his lips briefly, then stood up.

“I went into the Laundromat with Suzuha, left her in the play area while I did my business n all. When I came out, she was gone, and, well…” The man rubbed his cheek against the top of her head. “Just glad that I found her.”

Southern District

“To risk your own teeth for a stray that you’ve had no connection with,” the badass in a motorcycle suit said, “Truly, you too are an ally of justice!”

With a hearty clap on Otoya’s shoulder (made awkward by the fact that the spray-painting, meat-sitting, live-house-touring student was still lying on the ground), he hoisted him back onto his feet, patting the dust off his back before offering the musician a firm handshake. “I am Kobayashi Mitsuo, currently investigating a string of cat murders across Tenoroshi! Young man, I must ask! Have you any knowledge of such dark dealings? Were those bottomfeeding, cat-molesting scum the perpetrators, or just a pack of vultures, drawn to unnatural violence?”

Central District

Hiroyuki’s expression softened, and he walked around the table to where Sayuri sat. Bending down, he pressed his lips against her forehead. “There’ll be plenty of time for us once summer comes,” he said, pulling away. “Just be patient ‘til then, alright, Sa-chan?”

With the warmth of lingering longing in his smile, he turned, leaving his leftovers on the table as he stepped into the staircase and then, out of sight.

---

The Fisherman’s Market was within walking distance of the Urban Exploration clubhouse, and thank the gods for that. Half the ice in the bag had melted into cool water by the time the old building was in sight, and Iwao could practically smell the sweat that was vaporizing off his skin. If he looked in the mirror, his reflection would have been distorted from the heat that radiated off of everything, and while some young couples could thwart off the heat of the summer sun with the power of love and cute clothes alone, Iwao was just alone, with a bag of fish that’ll go bad and a body thirstier than fourteen year olds in their first co-ed physical education class.

Relief was in sight though. Standing starkly in the white light was that three-story building that had been renovated to become barely livable. It wasn’t home, necessarily, but it was a place to drop off fish, at least. And cook it too, hopefully. When he strode past the cement-block walls of the building, the door opened up, revealing Hiroyuki in his usual well-dressed attire. The handsome youth grinned, not unkindly, at Iwao’s appearance, before stepping off to the side and holding the door open for him.

“Hell of a scorcher, ne?” he said. “Think there’s still a beer in the fridge, if you wanna snag it before Mochi does.”

From Oubliette to Oublioth [R.I.P]

Gonna spoil the shit outta Ciel and then dress him up in twelve pounds of frilly fabric.

From Oubliette to Oublioth [R.I.P]

D'awwwww. For someone who was basically caused all their trouble with that spoony bard's group, Ciel was just way too cute! Looked like he could do with a new set of clothing too, and in Cecilia's mind, she could imagine it already! Locke, masked and menacing in an ostentatiously threatening swallowtail suit. Annabelle, with all the cruel countenance of a dark empress, dressed in black lace and decked in bloody rubies. And then their daughter, Ciel, absolutely rocking the frilly-freaky dress that gives off impressions of thorns and nailed dolls! A perfectly dark fantasy family, that's for sure.

Ruffling the little boy's hair, Cecilia said with a warm smile, "It was hard, wasn't it? Being in a scary place like this all by yourself. Don't worry though! Big Sis Cecilia will do all the work here, so just stick close to Big Bro Locke and eat some cookies, alright? Here you go~" She took Ciel's hand and pressed the sweet-smelling bag of cookies into his palm, before springing up to her feet and kicking up her spear.

Didn't even occur to her that Locke was liable to strangle the kid. In one ear and out the other, indeed.

Magic thrummed through her veins again, her potion having enabled her to recoup a good portion of the energy she expended in that fight. The Aria sang in her ears, the Accelerate beat into her heart, the Boon crackled within her spear. "I'll lead," the lilac-haired spearwoman said, striding off towards the ruins once more. "Might need a touch of magical help with getting up and over, but upwards mobility is sorta my specialty."

From Oubliette to Oublioth [R.I.P]

Presumably Locke handed it back to Cecilia, the original owner of the vial.

Arknights - Project Neptune

"Strix, I'll count down. Mule, cover us."

As the vanguards rushed in and Feral shot off to the side, Thrones breathed out, her arms tingling again as she drew up her Arts. Translucent rings formed over her hands once more, her eyes searching through the mass of droids. It was organized chaos, just like her time at that Catastrophe Zone, technique and experience stripping away at any high-minded strategies. The Sankta grimaced then, her calm face giving way to contorted wrath. But it did not last. It never lasted.

Graviton particles thrummed in her mind's eye. She forced herself to calm, even as the whispers continued unabated by whatever her 'mind' thought. A flicker of purple, an arcing of electricity. She found them. They were ready to go.

"Three, two, one."

Thrones unleashed her Arts, translucent rings manifesting around the stationary droids' ankles. The strain hit her in the same moment, as if every action she performed was done underwater. Only two though, and only parts of two. The shackles tightened, and suddenly, the droids were flipped upside down as their feet and only their feet was subjected to an upwards force. If all went well, the two would ascend five meters upwards, forced to face away from the group.

If all went well, Strix's aim would be true.

The pale Sankta sniffed deeply. She smelt her blood, but it wasn't there.

Darkest Before the Dawn: A CYOA Magical Girl Roleplay [Completed]

_{@BrokenPromise@PlatinumSkink}

"Subterfuge it is then," Amaryllis replied, nodding. Completing her inspections on her Sword, which really only made the blade more polished than before, rather than actually improving keenness and whatnot, the Knight of Rose stood up, tensing and relaxing her muscles to warm them up. There was a brief moment of confusion when Mariette poked her head through a portal, suddenly switching warehouse targets, but the Swordwielder nodded soon after. "The supplies they accrue for the Virtuous Pie originate from that same warehouse. And if they were to obtain supplies from there...they must also have a method of bringing those supplies to that same warehouse."

She paused, not to think, but simply for dramatic effect.

"Feline Mafioso, I bade you scout with utmost urgency and swiftness. The Mint doubtlessly plan on transferring our Great Elucidator off into a further location, using the same system they have in place for bringing in their pizza ingredients. As for myself..."

Amaryllis stared at the warehouse for a moment, a silent inquiry towards her Sword. It responded gleefully, pin-pricks of pain in her eyes drawing them towards certain areas before the landscape.

"...I shall make preparations for a distraction. Mirror Sage, if you could be so kind as to open a portal east of Warehouse Q so the distance my magic must cross may be abridged?"

_{@BrokenPromise}

Lei Zi arched a brow, surprised that anyone would really bother approaching her. There were a dozen more laviscious girls partying out there, after all, and she had done what she could to appear unapproachable anyways. Still, something about the woman caught her eye, and that wasn't only just because she wore a kimono like thirsty e-girls did. A spark popped off, scattering against the surface of her skin. A dragon. That's what it was.

Took one to know one, after all.

"I'm married," the raven-haired woman spoke curtly. It no longer fit her finger so well, now that she had effectively shrunk, but she lifted her left hand up regardless, the lights of the rave glinting off the gold of her marriage ring. "It's not a feeling. It's a certainty. Unfortunately, my god has a nose for storms and a predilection for guiding me to them." She sipped at her cup. "And it's baijiu. Personal stash, just borrowed the cup."

Perhaps there wasn't any need to be so on the edge. There will be time for that later. The woman tilted her cup towards Su Fang, offering it to the dragon lady.

"Lei Zi, priestess of the Venerable Tian Rong, Caller of Storms and Usherer of Spring. Unemployed though, if you don't consider missionary work as work." A flicker of a smile formed, but her eyes never truly met Su Fang's. "That's one thing you got over this old lady, at least."

_@Flamelord

Liss continued to pound down drinks of water, having not realized that the bartender did the conscientious thing and began swapping her vodka for mineral water. In due time, her bladder would absolutely murder her, but at least her liver wouldn't. Even as Ren approached her, the red-haired girl continued to make ugly sobs, snot pouring down her nostrils as she strived to cry out all the tears she had in her small body.

It was only when the older gentleman spoke up that Liss stopped. Turning, it was clear to Ren that the girl was a mess. Her eyes were bloodshot, her face looked like it was melting, her nose was rubbed raw, and her hair stuck out at every possible angle (though considering the hairstyles of most magical girls, that may just be its normal state). She looked at the man, then at the drink, and she promptly sniffed, loudly and obnoxiously.

"You," Liss said, her voice broken and raw, "Are y-you trying to pick me up?"

_{@PlatinumSkink}

Oh, this was getting her excited now. Usually, monster girl lairs just happened to have a shit ton of magical traps that usually ended up in explosions of sorts, or would be something boring and vaguely sad like a tent underneath the overpass of a freeway, but this? This was almost a proper dungeon! The corners of her mouth lifted up into a smile, the very tips of her elongated canines popping out. A mechanism, connected to a meaningless-looking step, which would then serve as a button to expose the vent that lead into a doorless, windowless room. A room that could probably be filled with poisonous gases or fire or something equally nasty, the moment someone 'unrecognized' entered it, hm? Or maybe the step itself was the trigger for a trap, operating under the assumption that anyone who would use some roundabout method would obviously not possess the 'key' necessary to enter, hrm?

Once again, Myria thought about how nice it'd be to have a Skeleton Key like her senior...but then that'd make this so much more boring. Instead, the dark magical girl raised her hand up, at a height equal to her own. From her Hammerspace, a body dropped. A body of a blond girl. The flesh was missing at parts, rotted, slashed, or burnt away, to expose bone and putrid organs underneath, while fancy dress she wore hid the stitches that criss-crossed all over her. "Trump," Myria spoke, "Make this quick, ok?"

From underneath the sleeves of her loose blouse, a shadow slipped out, gleefully diving through the orifices of the corpse-doll. The corpse-doll twitched, twisted, joints creaking almost to the point of breaking off as the spirit warmed itself up. The corpse-doll saluted, an action that Myria acknowledged with a nod, before shambling over behind the staircase with a facsimile of feminine grace. The step was located easily, and from there, the corpse-doll groped at it, sliding her fingers over the area with surprising delicacy, feeling for hidden mechanisms and keyholes. It'd be nice if the vent opened up so easily, wouldn't it?

Though Myria wasn't opposed to a good ol' smash and grab either.

Darkest Before the Dawn: A CYOA Magical Girl Roleplay [Completed]

_{@Majoras End}

"Just a couple of seconds," the dame replied, settling easily into the persona of an after-hours professional. "One of the first hits that came up when I looked up 'corny pick-up lines'. As for my own name...call me Fine." She paused briefly, her red eyes settling deeper into Eliza's own. There was something there, hm?

"Can I buy you another drink? Or would you like to be sober for what happens next?"

_{@PlatinumSkink}

Oh?

Oho.

Ohohohoho!

The Bentley slowed to a stop as Myria parked her ride on the side of the mount. Her manservant immediately stopped his rapping, slipping out of the backdoors silently before opening the door for her and rolling out a red carpet (borrowed from one of Penrose's finer hotels) that lead all the way to a decrepit, boarded up apartment building. He understood where she was headed, but not why. Then again, it wasn't his purpose to ask either.

"Oujo-sama," the reverent servant spoke, presenting a cello case to his mistress. "Be safe."

Myria laughed, patting him on his irresistable soft and perfectly coiffed head. "Don't worry, Gerard, I know when to run."

She hefted the case over her shoulder, whispered darkly to her ethereal servants, and with a spring in her step, strode into the building, her eyes gleaming in the darkness as she followed the path that maligned spirits drew out for her. Down the hallway, across the lobby, past the laundry room, beneath the staircase, through the vent. Each step bringing her closer and closer to the obsidian mirror that her servants spoke to her about, another peculiarity worth investigating.

Another entrance to another world.