ERode

From Oubliette to Oublioth [R.I.P]

"Summons are targets that can be removed pretty easily with a Dispel Magic though," Cecilia pointed out, rocking back and forth on the balls of her feet. Such a large group of soldiers was indeed annoying, and that wasn't even accounting for the possibility of magic users amongst them.

Heck.

"Keeping ourselves in a narrow alleyway just makes it easy for us to get roasted too, by ye olde spells of wide area." She continued. Her hand rested on her chin as she looked at the group with her. Artemisia was the only one she knew who was confident in her defensive magic, while two of the frontliners were occupied with having a bro moment together. Locke's shadows were useful, but that sort of efficacy would be reduced as well if they opted for the alleywall skulking plan. The spellblade's frown deepened and deepened, before she quite suddenly broke into a smile. Too much thinking just ending up with decision paralysis, after all!

"Well, alleyways worked last time, so lets go with that strat and see if it works this time as well! Serafaye, you'll vanguard. Arte, keep us safe in the skies. Locke, if you have any magic like that, maybe silence our movements in some way? We'll weave through the alleyways and look for a conveniently-sized hole in the walls to bust through, and if it looks like we can't find one, we'll just have to make one."

World Beyond the Lexicon

Would definitely be...misfortunate if Alberta is just left behind. Highly misfortunate indeed.

Cacophony Concord

“Silver?” The ponytailed man paused, as his eyes flickered up and down Raymond’s attire. “Oh. Two silver, with an extra to account for the exchange fee. Nyu-Taro, as well as all other city-states within Horoshi, deal in rishi, dear customer. I recommend you get what silver you have left exchanged swiftly, if you intend on doing further business around these parts.”

If asked about where exactly to exchange, he would shrug.

“All four clans print rishi in similar denominations, though with obvious cosmetic changes. Choose which ever you imagine yourself doing business with in the future would be my advice, though only the most zealous would truly care where you get your rishi from.”
_@Searat

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“It’s been…so long, Madam Immortal. I could hardly remember the specifics of my deed after they…oooooh…”

The old man groaned, cradling his head in his arms as he rocked back and forth on the ground, as if some past trauma had kicked up all of a sudden. Around Ari, her companions had all already set off for the Keystone again, leaving the heroic girl alone…nope, Calace was there as well, having stuck around for the time being. Would those power-gaming professional gamer-types even care, when there was power-leveling to do and when the old man clearly had nothing in terms of rewards?

Unlikely, but maybe she could take a note out of Magpie’s book and just force the issue onto time.

Below her, the old man seemed to have gathered himself up again, taking deep, painful breaths through his rotted teeth. “My, my name though! It should have my name on it…Fa Trung’s my name! The Tsi-Lai gang, I heard they operated…by the southern gates! Oh, Fa Trung remembers now. Two blocks west of the southern gates, underneath the bridge. You’ll see a couple boxes stacked up. If you move them outta the way…that’s where their den is!”
_{@GreenGoat@Haha}

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Though Magpie conspired to cause public brawls and mischief at the detriment of her companions, the world itself seemed to be wholly against cooperating with her in this case. The wannabe-Brawler’s full-bodied dropkick was more than enough to send Ames stumbling forward, right into the back of the unsuspecting Klein, who also stumbled forward as a result of the impact only to be stopped by a…rock? No, a man, bearing two swords upon his person.

As the masculine power fantasy barreled into him, a tidal wave of muscle spilling over him, Lugh was absolutely unmoved, having hardly felt a thing at the collision. At such low levels, the differences in stats was proportionally massive, and the dark-haired warrior boasted an Endurance that was practically infinitely greater than some of the other people present. Just like how a dainty, buxom priestess could push aside a carriage drawn by seven oxen, so could Lugh withstand the impact of being lightly pushed by a pushed barbarian.

The barbarian, of course, ended up surrendering immediately after, offering up all his money and pride. A couple other players now were looking at the scene curiously, wondering what exactly was going on with that bunch of level one noobs. No one stepped in yet though, and as far as Amulak could tell, there didn’t seem to be any guards rushing over either.

As everyone found themselves at an awkward standstill that tragically didn’t look like it’d devolve into a street brawl, a light shone behind Lugh, Krizantemë’s form dissolving into pixels of light.

Their hyper-minmaxed friend had just logged out and…well, now things were even more awkward.
_{@OwO@Shovel@Psyker Landshark@Yankee@Cu Chulainn}

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

_{@Crusader Lord@Ariamis@BrokenPromise@PlatinumSkink}

It hurt. By gods, it hurt, and Amaryllis could feel something dark crawl underneath her skin as the dragonhead bit into her wrist, then through bone, and finally shredded the sinews. It was pain like nothing she felt before, and her Sword rioted, the infantile Lesser Force seeking nothing more than to lash out at the one that meant its Wielder harm. But she held on, her face twisting as sweat, cold sweat, beaded on her forehead. The stump that remained seared nauseously, and the Knight of Rose’s pearl-like complexion paled further. A scream was building up. Old fears were mounting up.

But the girl who pissed herself when she fought her first monster wasn’t there. The girl who worked herself up into cold fury over a friend’s betrayal wasn’t there. It was always the question wasn’t it? How much difference remained, between Amaryllis Evenings the girl and Amaryllis Evenings the knight?

Her left forearm tightened as she clenched a phantom fist.

And slowly, as purifying light infused Hyun Long, the Knight of Rose relaxed. Down below, a swordswoman of the Ascendancy caught the purified monster queen. “Not stupid,” Amaryllis replied, managing a weak smile. “If the cost of someone’s soul is just my left hand, I’m willing to give it up any time. May your gratitude be more substantial than mere words, Beaconer.”

She sighed. Shuddered. An amethyst glow lit up her face as the Healing Artifact she wore around her neck was activated. The bloody stump sealed itself soon after. Just a temporary measure, really, but it’d see that she didn’t bleed out. Now, all that remained was a lingering fatigue and a vague light-headedness. Nothing she couldn’t stomach; her Sword, now that it knew she was fine, would probably barrage her with more bloodthirsty requests once more.

Overhead, the rain began to lighten up, the torrential downpour shifting to a pleasant shower. Red streams trickled off her injured arm, and rusted roses fell like snowflakes. Her chains disintegrated, and Amaryllis closed her eyes, hoping for just one moment’s worth of levity.

But this was Penrose. The night wasn’t over yet.

The Ascendancy called off their truce with the dark magicals present, ordering Alicia to ‘deal’ with them. Eden, the perpetrator of the incident, revealed herself nonchalantly, her presence serving as the spark of yet another conflict. And then, her Token activated.

Mariette!

“Sophia! Just leave!”

That was all the advice Amaryllis could offer before she kicked off her ivy-bud, practically flinging herself through the air.
Calculate! She could pinpoint Mariette’s location exactly, so all she needed was…

Silvered ivies grew around her body, woven armor made of her own chains.

…to use what remained.

A silver bullet smashed through the warehouse walls and a dozen silvered chains unfurled from the shell to reveal a blur of midnight blue. She skidded on the concrete pavement, her heels digging deep and her Sword digging deeper, brilliant features lit up by brighter sparks. Droplets of blood splattered, her wounds reopened slightly. Microfractures crackled, her bones taking the brunt of her dynamic entrance.

The third incident of the night, and they’ve all been back to back to back. How fortunate can a Knight get?

As the rain poured through the hole in the warehouse, so did rose petals.

Gripping her Silverlight once more, feeling only fatigue and the lingering traces of her magical energies, she said, “Mariette, do you wish to escape or to fight?”

_{@BrokenPromise@Majoras End}

"Uh...uh?"

Myria could do some pretty daring stuff. She was a stunt driver, after all, by merit of her perk. 720 twists? Front flip bumper drop? One wheel wheelie? You name it, she could do it. Her vehicular proficiency, in human standards, was absolutely absurd, really, and as she neared the site of the Horrors, she sped up, prepared to do something whacky like slicing open the car's ceiling and launching her passengers out the top after bumperbutting a railing or something.

As she neared though, the dark magical girl slowed instead. She saw the Sword of Souls, of course, and she heard all the awful racket of combat. But up above, the hole in the storm had patched itself up, and down below...there wasn't any Horrors left at all. Just magical girls fighting, no monsters in sight.

She stopped. Were Penrose Magical Girls just that powerful? Or were those Horrors actually sorta pathetically weak?

"Well," Fine remarked, leaning back and cradling her head with her hands. "Guess it's over."

_{@BrokenPromise}

Askefye flew fast. Jet fast. She made the sounds of a jet and everything. Or maybe it was just the wind causing her face to flap against it. Streaming over the Overcity sky, she furiously wiped at her stinging eyes, burning away every thought she had about that washboard Beacon girl outta her brain.

...

Nope, still couldn't forget!

"UGHHHH WHY DID I EVEN DO THAT!"

Then, she heard the sound of someone else's flying. The fire spirit turned, eyes hopeful for a moment...until it turned out to be that fat girl and her creepy sidekick instead. Double ughhhhh. Maybe she could make something out of it though. Maybe she could just have fun. Maybe she could play a game. Maybe she could roast them alive and eat their hearts before filling that chest cavity with the ashes of that washboard bitch and offering them up as sacrifices to the Great Old One, the Malevolent Dreamer of the Depths, Cthulhu.

Nah, she just wanted to prove a point.

Gritting her teeth against the wind force, Askefye projected her fire magic outwards, as far as she could, before forming small, three-foot wide fiery rings out of them. She surged ahead then, jets burning white, and shot through one hoop. Then the second. Then the third! Ever accelerating, ever speeding, towards goals that only she could make!

That was the way of Askefye, the Freeroamer Ifrit!

...

Nope, still couldn't forget!

Cacophony Concord

@Versa Yo, still around? If you don't respond in two days, I'll just have Jokson log out, so everything isn't held up.

World Beyond the Lexicon

Kress @ Ty's cooking

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

Hm, so Phylacteries can work even separated by other dimensions/timelines?

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

I'm presuming that her Gifted perk manifests in space-slipping and monster-shifting. Not too certain about space-slipping during time stop myself, so I'll leave it up to Ari. For the extra abilities she gets from turning into a monster, just note that those extra abilities will still be based off her Beast magic stuff in terms of strength.

In regards to her being able to summon Behemoths during events, I suppose you mean specifically when she's the baddie that everyone else dogpiles?

Just for reference's sake, because there's almost zero chance of Beacon nuking the location of it, where's her Phylactery located?

And now, this is an @Ariamis question. Magical coins are stored in people's souls and presumably, the White Coin purifies your soul. Would Phylactery girls have to yeet all the way over to their Phylactery whenever they wanna use/store their coins? Or is there always a connection, so it just travels through some thin 'soul-stream' n all? If a Phylactery girl reforges/is purified, are they remade at the site of their body, or the site of their soul?

Lostman Graffiti

Western District

"If something happens, I'll take you up on that offer," the detective replied, before raising the window shut. Soon enough, his car was swallowed up by the twisting streets of the district, leaving Aya alone on the side of the road.

It may have been a bit terrifying if she had found herself in the Southwestern or Central District at this time of night, but while many of the shops in the Western District were closed, the shopkeepers often lived on the second level of the buildings, and the sounds of family life could be heard so long as one focused their hearing enough. An old woman played with her grandchildren. Someone was deepfrying tempura shrimp. A puppy yipped against a window. Compared to the sound-proofed, sanitized buildings of their neighbors up north, Tenoroshi's "heritage site" had a warmth that persisted even at night.

And even then, this same district was one where a child could run, terrified of something, until they collapsed in the heat.

Camera & Film was predictably empty. As Aya entered the shop, she saw herself on a CCTV monitor extending downwards from the ceiling. The quality was as crisp as you'd expect out of a camera shop (though videography wasn't Tsunoda's specialty or interest), and the text on the bottom spoke with cheerful menace: 'Smile! You look great today!' The man himself, the only breathing lifeform amongst the aisles of lenses, cameras, film canisters, and tripods, was currently at the front counter, reclining on a faded leather sofa with his socked feet (his big toe poked out of the hole) on the counter. In his hands, he fiddled with an old Polaroid, parts of the case removed to reveal the machinery underneath. A mug of cold coffee sat by his feet, and a newspaper rested on his lap and stomach, where bits of metal and some small tools laid in a disorderly fashion.

"Sup, Aya," he said, not even looking up at the young woman.

World Beyond the Lexicon

Kress's abacus, Sanhan's tablet, and Yvaine's scroll come to mind as tomes that aren't books.