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Cacophony Concord

Icy Hot's votes have been removed, and RawrEspada's votes may be removed too if he doesn't end up applying. Horogi's tied with Velonta now, and without RawrEspada, Horogi will beat out Velonta.

Cacophony Concord

There are 10 applicants. My max is 10.

...

That being said, yah, I may come up with a waitlist setup.

Cacophony Concord

@Icy Hot
@RawrEspada4
@stepik
Time for the final count. Wednesday, 11:59 PM PST will be when the OOC comes up, so yeah, for anyone who's not done their CSes yet, that's the deadline you want to be aware of.

Starting Nation Votes
Deneb: 71342
Alderamin: RawrEspada4, Searat, 71342
Horogi: Psyker Landshark, OwO, GreenGoat, Cu Chulain
Velonta: Versa, RawrEspada4, Psyker Landshark, Yankee
Erid: Versa, Psyker Landshark

Doesn't seem like everyone voted, so Velonta's definitely not technically in the lead. A lead of 2 votes is basically nothing.

Applicants
Madgalene Ross, by OwO
Jokson Verdona, by Versa
Nivlek Lee Rai Hong, by 71342
Nicholas Forgefane, by PrinceAlexus
Theresa Edward, by GreenGoat
Stanislaw Kaminski, by Psyker Landshark
Alys Kaleign, by Haha
Raymond A. Moreno, by Searat
Lewis Duval, by Cu Chulainn
Amelia Marescol, by Yankee

From Oubliette to Oublioth [R.I.P]

Oh, that worked! Once her spear finally did more than just bounce away from the large crystal, Cecilia stopped, patiently waiting for Annabelle to finish her sweep of the smaller crystals in the room. It didn't feel as if anything changed, beyond the weakening of the imprisoning crystal, so that had to be a good thing, right? Briefly, Cecilia turned towards the opening in the wall again, narrowing her eyes. Pillars of smoke and dust still rose, but as far as new battles looked, it didn't seem likely. The imperials then? Made sense; adventurers were liable to just fight each other afterwards.

"Thanks for the assist, Annabelle. Gonna pick up the pace now, cause I don't really think we have too much time. Just, like, y'know take cover and all, yeah?"

As her tower companions prepared, Cecilia did as well, muttering a few arcane words to bolster her physical and magical defenses before she grasped her spear again. Measuring the distances carefully to ensure that her spear, if the crystal suddenly gave away, wouldn't end up skewering the women within, the spellblade took a breath, before unleashing a flurry of light blows, intent on chipping away the crystal with multiple strikes, rather than cleave it apart in a singular one.

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

_{@BrokenPromise}

Not a single part of Dolly's body or attire was disturbed by the sudden escalation of events within the rave. With the rain pouring down upon them, however, she found it apt to produce a dark, frilled umbrella from her sleeves, popping it open and raising it high enough that both girls were under some shelter as droplets splattered all around them. The clouds above rumbled, echoes of thunder tracing bolts of lightning that had slipped away. She looked up briefly, but centered her attention upon her client immediately after.

"A few days have passed," Dolly responded. In the distance, more destruction sounded, a warehouse collapsing. Further off, enraged monster girls spread their madness throughout the city, liberated from Beacon's attempts to contain them. It was quickly devolving into a mess. It was a good time for a field test. "Your transmission device has been prepared. The rest will come in time."

The matchbox tumbled into Dolly's palm, and she popped it open with one hand. A thin string stuck out, and if Veronica pulled at it, it was...just a piece of string. Absolutely mundane, even from the point of one's Third Eye.

"The activation sequence requires you to do three twirls on your left foot, before jumping forty centimeters up into the air and forming a cross with your arms, positioned over your head. When you land, swing your arms down to your sides and say the phrase 'Lilola laclili lolaile' and release this STRING from your hand. Your transmission tower will manifest there. Perform the same sequence in reverse to revert it back to STRING form."

Dolly blinked. Rainwater fell like small streams down her umbrella.

"Do you have any further questions or requests?"

_{@BrokenPromise}

"You keep curious company, Su Feng," Lei Zi replied, eyes flickering briefly towards the claws and fangs jutting out from Helga's body. "Try to keep her out of trouble, please."

The Ascendancy had arrived now, their blades turned upon the corrupted girls as a barrier sealed off the entire warehouse. Where there was once chaos, now there was battle, and the shrine maiden's blood boiled at the madness. The storm had come, the war was here. And though she had no qualms for the corrupted who kept themselves away from civilization, who exercised their monstrous instincts upon monsters alone, when this was the result of their congregation, she could not let it stand. Lightning crackled bright, and the heat in the room continued to rise as oxygen burned into ozone. Barriers were falling, both to shield the mind and the body. Blood, seeped into fractured concrete, corpses trampled underfoot as people sought to survive, sought to escape. And still, that infernal music played, corrupting minds further.

Were the gift of the heavens, the lightning that people bottled and tamed, to be used in such manner.

No.

A thread of lightning slipped out from ruptured circuitry and struck Lei Zi's palm. It grew, transformed, turned into a wooden staff, plated with copper, twelve golden rings clinking upon the head. She turned towards Su Feng, nodding at the dragon girl to make her leave, before striking the butt of the staff against the ground.

There was a clear sound, the twinkling of star-metal.

And from Lei Zi, lightning poured out, incandescent and brilliant, yet controlled to such extent that none felt that crackling force. None, except the machinery in the room. Enchanted as they were, the loudspeakers still remained the domain of lightning, and to spark a storm so bloody, so pointless, t'was naught but sacrilege to the prosperity-sowing gods of rain and lightning. They sputtered, sparked, wiring melted and circuitry destroyed.

For the first time, the rave was bereft of song.

And in its absence, Lei Zi's staff continued to ring.

_{@Majoras End}

There were more who were sane than Fine had expected, and that alone was a good enough boon. Barrages of lightning and the roar of the war machines tore through those who rose in defense of the siren, while the barriers that were erected everywhere became footholds, platforms, for them to step upon, bringing them closer and closer to the stage. Mimoku had been sending texts for the last three minutes now, Fine's phone constantly buzzing, but the magical girl paid no mind to her Puchuu Patron. There would be time for that later. For now though...

"She's going to escape," Fine said, landing upon the stage alongside Eliza. "Pursue and follow; there's probably an exit where she's headed."

Her water-aura continued to guide them, but it was with sheer physical strength and the protection of her gloves that Fine disabled the filaments with, tearing the traps out of the way before making it to the metal door. Her Skeleton Key, an old, brass key that looked like it was meant for a small lock rather than any sort of door. It wouldn't fit into any sort of keyhole, not really. But so long as there was an unlocking mechanism in place, the metal door would pop open and, without smoke or darkness encroaching upon the room, Eliza would have a straight shot for Evira once Fine stepped to the side.

Goblin Quest

Hoi ran in as well, his own steps thunderous as it propelled him through the grass and the dirt. Hit it hard, hit it fast. He ate the most of his siblings, and he will continue to do so. One eye upon the approaching beast, the other upon his kindred goblin, the rotund hunter sidestepped at the same time that Emri, lunging downwards to slip beneath those upwards-curving tusks, before pushing up again. His ankles were strong. His calves were strong. His thighs were strong! Muscles, still forming, still strengthening, tightened as Hoi pushed off from the ground, ramming the horn into the beast's soft underbelly as he practically body-slammed it.

This wasn't a matter of stabbing something many times. This was a matter of killing it with a single, devastating blow.

"GRAAAH!"

Actions

Drops Woodland Materials onto ground.
Charges straight towards the Tusked Boar.
Breaks off to the left when close, stabs Rabbit Horn diagonally into the underside.

Inventory

2 Rabbit Horns
A Lotta Woodland Materials

Goblin Quest

Cause Hoi hasn't acted yettttttt.

Goblin Quest

gib bacon

Goblin Quest

They worked well today. There was still a rabbit left over they could eat at night, and Hoi felt comforted by the sheer amount of materials they could gather. Bark, vines, twigs, branches, thicker branches, and the three rabbit horns they could use for a whole buncha purposes. Fire, for one, but better was water. And after they secured all their stuff, made sure thieves couldn't make away with it, Hoi could finally relax. Could finally do a big sleep, have a good dream, wake up in the morning and do it all over again. His legs were strong, his back was tough, his stomach was full and his thirst was quenched. Emri was a good worker; they could do a lot together. They could do enough that they may be able to get others as well. And then they could all work. They could all eat.

But just because he was done for the day didn't mean that Hoi was against overtime.

As they got closer to the cave, their home, the duo stumbled upon yet another beast, this one larger, fiercer, but also wounded, swaying. Hoi saw it, recognized the danger of its tusks, the injuries that it sustained. Something else hunted it, and the blood-trail it left meant that something else may still be hunting it. But then he heard a sizzling. A sizzling of fat, the fragment of a memory. Bacon. What was that? It was delicious. His mouth filled with drool. He could always eat more. They could kill it, break off a limb or two, and run before the hunter claimed its kill. Or maybe the predator was dead too. That'd be even better. More food. More...

Somewhere in the back of his mind, Hoi wondered if he never had enough meat to eat before. But when was before? A difficult expression formed over his face, but he shook those feelings away.

The materials they gathered, he let fall onto the ground. Turning to Emri, he brandished one of his rabbit horns. They looked almost inadequate compared to the tusks of that fat pig, but they'd have to do. "More meat good," Hoi spoke. "Big meat better. Charge straight at it together, but split off to the sides once close. I go this way, you go that way." He motioned with his horn, then clenched it more tightly. "Stab sides. Keep stabbing. From low, go up. Finish the kill, break something tasty off, and we leave."

Fire. They definitely need a fire now. He knew they needed fire, if they wanted that sizzling, that fattening, that reddening. He wanted it.

"Last hunt. Make it good hunt."

Actions

Inventory

2 Rabbit Horns
A Lotta Woodland Materials

Lostman Graffiti

Northwestern District

“Hrmm,” Gotou rumbled, briefly annoyed. It disappeared soon after though; frowns didn’t really seem like they fit his face anyhow. “It’s fine, miss. So long as you understand.” He folded his arms against his chest and tapped a soft rhythm against the floorboards.

Soon after, Suzuha woke up.

Her complexion looked better, at least, and though she looked briefly alarmed at her changed surroundings, upon seeing Gotou, the child relaxed, a bit of the tension leaving her body. But only a bit. Her eyes, clear as they were, still held a fragment, a sliver of something else. “Um…” she began. “Where am I?”

“A tea shop,” Gotou replied. “You collapsed in the heat, and these nice ladies here brought you here to recover.”

“Oh...uh…”

“What do we say to people who help us?”

“T-thank you…” Suzuha bowed her head slightly. “Can we go home?”

Gotou opened his mouth, reconsidered, and then closed it. He nodded.

“Then...carry me?”

“Yeah, of course.”

The man gave Fumiko a look, but didn’t wait for her permission. Taking Suzuha into his arms once more, he dipped his head in Maya’s direction. The woman smiled, then glanced towards one of the high schoolers still killing time there, his tea untouched. He immediately hopped up, swung over, and opened the door for Gotou and Suzuha.

Yeah, if they were going to just order waters and loiter around, they may as well do something, right?

Suzuha waved at Aya and Fumiko as she carried off.

The door swung closed.

The person in the hoodie also left.

Southern District

The Southern District was Brutalist, concrete and unforgiving. A skater’s paradise perhaps, but for self-professed gravediggers, nothing short of annoying. There were places though, places made from years of neglect, where weeds spread their roots enough to crack the sidewalk open, slabs of pavement cracking open. It was there, in a quiet side street, that Otoya crouched, prying away the stone to expose dry dirt underneath. The sun still beat down hard against his back, but in the morning and afternoon it would be shaded, and the graffiti decorating the walls of this street weren’t too bad either. His nails chipped uncomfortably, but they were due for a clipping anyways.

The cat’s body had been light when he carried it over. Even lighter than its size suggested, all blood-matted fur and disjointed bones. Made it easier to bury though.

A shallow grave was dug. Filled. The pavement he had pried off, Otoya could now set back down as a gravestone, if nothing else. A bit of gravel got under his left middle fingernail, and now, a bit of blood seeped out. Barely a pinprick of pain though, so long as he didn’t think about it.

The meat was spoiling, the sun continued to beat, he felt like shit, and his head was beginning to ache.

He could get up now. Could probably leave too.

June 14 2025

Time: 4:30 PM
Weather: Muggy