FamishedPants

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

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To be fair, I could have much worse taste - I could have unironically said "I like the pre-reboot Sword Art Online [specifically season 2 onwards]," or "Eromanga Sensei is a good anime." I only mean those as lighthearted examples off the top of my head,

And besides, I never said by what degree of magnitude I prefer Old Joseph to Young Joseph. Though, forgive me for assuming you were talking about Old vs Young Joseph, if I misinterpreted what you referring to as me having "bad taste."

@MadManMoon

You would be correct, don't worry about it. Also don't ever bring up SAO to me or my wife's son again. I'll stab you.

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

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Well, the best way to hide a crime is to perform a flashier crime. ^_^

They've been posted in the character tab. Now to read the progress made in the RP so far so they can enter the narrative proper. And besides, the Archive members that I've been cooking up on the backburner can now make their way onto the front one, in prime position for the sauteing of development. I managed to cut down on some of the preparation time by building Scribe Xi's personality through the use of the other character sheets themselves, and not just by way of her personal notes.

@Crusader Lord On the subject of Joseph, while I do enjoy the memes like any cultured fan, I also enjoy his character. Particularly how knocking arrogant/smug people down a peg is usually #1 on his list of priorities, both in and out of a fight. Though I also kind of like Older Joseph more than his Battle Tendency self, as his character development from main protagonist to navigator of the party was well-written on Araki's part.

@MadManMoon

Not that Oldseph is bad, but please refrain from having bad taste.

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

S a m a n t h a

"If I don't get coffee soon I'm going to stab a bitch"

Samantha Howard

Samantha found herself taking in the sight of the apartment as she stepped inside, noting every little detail of the place. She found it rather simple compared to the expectations she had when gazing at the target's odd apparel, but in all honesty, with a flashy outfit yet no home to call her own, she was no different in that regard. But there remained more important things that the admiration of one's home, or lack thereof.

It did not take more than a split second for Samantha to recognize the other figure in the room once her name had been spoken, her eyes locking onto the girl as though she'd found prey. This, however, lasted only a moment before she returned to a normal, almost-bored look. Samantha honestly held no strong feelings for the metal magical girl, but it was possible the same could not be said for her. And the last thing she wanted would be a fight, inside enemy territory, with two magical girls, especially when she was not given the order to eliminate either one. Yet, thankfully, it seemed that this "Penny" was unaware of who she was, not that this was a surprise. Even if showing her human guise was a risk later on, for now it may have prevented things from escalating. Her guard, however, would still be up.

"I wouldn't use the word "friend"," Sam said, a bit of distance between her and the two girls, since she hadn't run up to hug Penny, for obvious reasons. She caught herself before she could accidentally mention how she and Penny were technically much closer than she and Chloe. "And," she focused her attention back on Chloe, who'd acted out of her perceived character, "I am a very busy person, so I would appreciate it if we could keep distractions to a minium." she explained, obviously hinting at Penny.

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

S i l h o u e t t e

"What a waste of time."

Silhouette

Judging by her rather dismissive reaction to her appearance and demands, Silhouette would have to assume that her target was expecting the company. But this was nothing more than convenient for Sil. The girl presumably knew where she stood and would ideally be cooperative, instead of turning this into a conflict neither of them needed. But then again, she was a magical girl. And most, if not all of them, were mentally unstable in one way or another. Considering how many humans she just killed, Silhouette would feel safer in assuming that there may be some sort of problem with this girl's mind. But that was just par for the course at this point.

Sil knew she was not better.

"Whether or not I am a hitman depends on your actions and your answers." Sil answered, ignoring the 'compliment' or at least not showing any outward signs of acknowledging it. She wasn't too keen on transforming back into her human form out here, but if something did happen she could certainly change back in a moment's notice.

As if losing this outfit will make us any less conspicuous.

Giving only an unspoken complaint, she went ahead and did change.

S a m a n t h a

"If it's just a cup or few, I suppose I can agree."

Samantha Howard

She still had the document in her hands, but if Chloe bothered to look at them she'd likely notice they were now affected by Sil's magic in some way. Silhouette was not under any delusions that she could trust this girl. Rather, it was quite the opposite. In her experience, the calmest girls were more often the most dangerous. But she would accept any risks associated with this task so long as it gained her the information Veronica and the Mint desired.

"Very well, lead the way." she instructed. What else could this be but either a really poor attempt at a trap or a girl desperate for socialization that did not involve the slaughter of defenseless humans? "But if I'm going along with this, then there'd better be a good explanation waiting for me..." she sternly told the girl. Being rather business-oriented as a human being and as a magical girl, Sil desired little in the way of socialization, especially against someone who could become her foe in the very next second. Her features betrayed not a hint of emotion, and her voice had always resembled a monotone or sometimes leaked irritation. So when her next few words lacked the prior tension, one might find it a bit entertaining.

"...as well as good coffee."

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

S a m a n t h a

"I suppose it's time to get dangerous"

Samantha Howard

A young girl deftly traveled further into what seemed to be a war zone rife with conflicts between magical girls, with seemingly no concern for her own wellbeing. Her appearance suggested nothing out of the ordinary, yet her actions made her conspicuous. By this point, any normal person who was not deceased had long since abandoned the area, leaving any and all magical beings in the area to do as they please --- which they did. A fight had already broken out and had concluded, its victory fleeing the area and then subsequently being targeted by yet another girl.

And yet none of these occurrences entertained the girl, who continued quickly making her way further towards the epicenter of the original disaster that had begun all of this, only giving the quickest of glances towards each and every girl as she did so.

It was because she cared not who they were. To the girl running towards an apparent objective, these girls were only a concern should they decide to target her. Otherwise, they were not her target and likewise of no importance to her. Their dreams, their ambitions, their tasks... all of them, meaningless before her. But things were indeed getting quite dangerous out there. It was perhaps time to don her persona!

Her transformation process was rather simplistic, compared to most other girls'. But such elaborate transformations were for fools. Her was efficient. She froze in place for a few seconds, not even muttering a word before doing so. And a moment later, the space she occupied seemed to shatter, revealing her transformed state!

S i l h o u e t t e

"Nowhere to hide."

Silhouette

Now cloaked in her flamboyant, yet sturdy magical girl apparel, Sil resumed her course towards the source of this commotion. It would be simple to find her target. From her dossier, she knew the general information of her target. A name, a face, and her specialization. It made tracking her down rather simple, as there was only so much distance the girl could place between herself and these apparitions patrolling the area. Especially so now that a large number had been promptly disposed of by the other girls. But it also drilled home the fact that Sil could just as easily be found were she to warrant the Mint's ire. They were not a foe to be taken lightly, but then again she'd known that for quite some time now. It's why she bothered to be their dog.

"Ah, there you are. Found you."

She spotted a lonesome girl walking rather nonchalantly down the street. Silhouette's eye had no problem discerning just what kind of girl this was. Such spiritual energy could only mean one thing, after all. But Sil's job was not to slay the girl, only to interrogate her and find out where her loyalties were. That's why she even bothered announcing her presence, and why she stopped a few steps in front of the one known as "Chloe", holding one of the documents she'd been handed earlier as she blocked the girl's path. The document revealed a face that was indentical to the girl before her, so no amount of trickery would convince Silhouette otherwise.

This was her target.

"Chloe Irving, missing agent of the Ebon Mint." Sil's tone was assertive, but she did not brandish her weapon just yet, still holding onto her paper. "You are required to explain yourself. The Mint wills it and you will answer." It was best to ensure the target understood that she had no choice. The Mint did not often forgive those who wronged it, and when called, one should never say no. In being an agent for the Ebon Mint, Silhouette, too, had to provide the image of one you should not cross.

But it was not just an image. Sil hoped for the sake of the girl before her, she was a bit more rational than her actions thus far had led the assassin to believe.

For her sake.

Re: Zero: The High Council

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The experience of death is not one many people get to recall in such vivid detail as Alistair did. He remembered every last detail, from the pain of breaking his hand on the woman's extraordinarily-durable face to the realization his life was going to end to the smell of what was likely his own blood, moments before he entirely blacked out. The pain, the misery, the feelings he had felt were not false. It was impossible for him to rationalize it as a dream when none had ever felt so real before.

Alistair Archibald had been killed.

And what effect did it have on the young man? Naturally, the ability to look back on one's own death was unnatural. In many religions, physical death was always an important stage of life. When one died, they were believed to ascend to heaven, descend to hell, to become an entirely new being, such as an animal or a tree, or perhaps they became one with something else. But the fact remained that death always resulted in a changed human being. Memories were broken with the truth of their lives going unspoken. Such that they would forget the basic details, even down to their name. While the soul lived on, the individual did not. For the average person, this is how things were.

But Alistair Archibald was not average. He was so much more!

Death was only the beginning!

Alistair was not frightened nor impeded by his death. He did not panic when he saw the familiar surroundings of the meeting room, nor when he saw that his hands were in perfect shape and that he was well. For in his mind, there was only one thing he even cared about. The memory of his death, or rather, the memory of who inflicted such a status upon him.

“Maybe in another life, you could give me that challenge, asshole. But don’t forget the name: Fredehildr Merogasque. Take it with you to the afterlife. You made one mistake though. You pissed me off.”

The arrogant words of his executioner ruled over all other potential worries. He cared not about the circumstances behind his revival. He did not cave under the pressure this new world had applied to him at the very start. He did not feel anything but this: an unfathomable humiliation-turned-rage-turned-determination. He hated to admit that this woman had struck every potential nerve in his body. He loathed the fact that her name was branded in his memories, despite his passing.

This... BITCH! SHE DARE MOCK ME?! DARE ASSUME THAT SHE IS MY BETTER? I WILL MAKE HER PAY. SHE WILL REGRET OPPOSING ME!

But he would pay her back tenfold. This humiliation, this rage... she would experience all of it and more.

...at a later time.

The truth of the matter was that Alistair was incapable of even laying a scratch on her, as of this moment. He was no world-renowned boxer, but he did not hold back his punch. Anybody would have felt that blow, especially a woman of her size. But she did not. There was a conclusion to be made here: that she was not human, or at least not one as he knew it. The fact she outright killed him with a single punch to his chest was merely supporting evidence to this point. And so... Alistair understood that claiming his revenge was going to require patience. A lot of it. So that did mean he was going to need to escape this place without dying.

Now, how to go about this?

Had anybody been playing close attention to him up until this point, they'd have noticed him grinding his teeth. But suddenly, his face relaxed. Or, well, at least resembled his grumpy face from before that betrayed only a minor irritation rather than rage. It was... somewhat of an improvement? Anyways, he looked to the young man from before, Flame, who had seemed determined not to repeat the events from last time. That was smart, but simply leaving through one of the other doors was a bit too obvious a solution, wasn't it?

How did that woman know we were here? Lord Talus certainly did not just send us here to die. That'd make no sense, not that this whole situation does... but why not just kill us in the abyss if that was his goal? Was there someone else?

Honestly, he was too pressed for time and too pissed off to really think too much harder on the subject. When he could cool down and wasn't in immediate danger, he could theorize more. For now, however, he made a simple assumption: that these people were most likely aware of the fact there were multiple doors to this building.

Alistair wasn't sure if everybody from this place had the same strength and durability as his new sworn enemy, but it might be better to assume they did. And who knew if they had the speed to match it. There was far too many things to consider for him to make a perfect plan. He also wasn't keen on relying on that strange ability to revive, either. It could've been a one-time thing. He figured that it may be ideal to stand together with the priest and the young man, but what could they do against such overwhelming power? Fleeing was perhaps their best chance, but it'd be a blow to his pride.

Though then again, dying to that bitch again would be a much bigger blow.

"I am confident that we're going to be in trouble no matter what we do," Alistair resolutely stated. "But listen well, my fellow victims! I, Alistair Archibald, am usually a benevolent and tolerant man, but there a three things I simply cannot stand: People who stand in my way, people who insult me, and people who order me around! And so, I'll shatter every bone in my body on that thick skull of hers long before I acknowledge that she is my better!"

Alistair strode over to a different door than the one he tried last time. He did not want to break his hands on her face, after all. It was just that he understood such was an inevitable outcome were they to meet face-to-face again. "Lets hurry up!" he instructed, particular to the priest who was lagging behind. He was much too pissed off to be paying attention to the others closely, but perhaps the priest was having a normal response to reviving?

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

S a m a n t h a

"The eyes never lie."

Samantha Howard

Samantha did not get far from the Pitstop before she found herself approached by a rather odd girl. She did not stand out like the girl from the Pitstop because of her appearance, she wasn't conspicuous for that reason. But her nonchalant question to Sam herself did set off enough red flags, for a normal girl her age would likely join the rest of the people who were running. This time, however, Sam was a bit tense, despite not outwardly showing such. Did this strange girl know whom and what she was?

Yet just before Sam could figure out whether or not she was going to preemptively strike at the oddball, a familiar voice answered her question.

“Predators don't run from what scares them.”

Samantha immediately came to realize that the girl before her was no threat, at least not as of now. She did not, however, find herself relaxing. The voice she heard belonged to none other than Vermillion Veronica, her employer. Samantha then knew that having a peaceful day was impossible now. Resigned to her fate, Samantha followed the two back inside the Pitstop, towards the back where she'd spoken with Veronica a while back, but not before they received a couple of additions to their group. This was not the typical meeting, for sure. It was rare for Samantha and Veronica to have extras when they spoke, so Sam began to think there was a bit more than just a random meeting going on here.

Still, she remained silent as they all found themselves in a pocket dimension. Veronica wasted no time in disciplining the two girls they'd picked up inside the Pitstop for carelessly speaking about that familiar. Because this situation with the familiar-turned-magical-girl, Sam had to wonder if such a light punishment was enough. Information like that escaping could have serious consequences, she imagined. Well, if Veronica thought it to be sufficient, then it probably was. Samantha decided to remain quiet as her employer explained the situation they were in, as well as introducing the strange girl that was tagging along with her. Samantha had no questions. Though she was obviously not privy to Mika's identity or the 'plant' that Veronica had learned about, she'd at least been told to keep her trap shut weeks earlier. A normal Mint agent may have questioned why they were keeping the Ebon Mint in the dark about things, but when she thought about the situation like that, Samantha came to realize her only real loyalty lied in the woman before her, not the organization.

...that is strange.

She wasn't quite sure how things had come to that. Samantha Howard had only bothered to become a dog for the Mint because she was inexperienced with the magical world, and had no desire to upset what amounted to the magical girl Illuminati, for lack of a better term. Her reason for being here, the reason why she listened to them, the reason why she lived in a manner that far contrasted her human life was all to rid herself of this damned debt, but thinking about it, following Veronica now was potentially going against this even with the explanation that there was a 'plant' of sorts. And the fact that she realized this, yet still could not even entertain the thought of betraying Veronica must have meant... that something was wrong with her.

She wasn't sure what, though.

"Understood," she acknowledged and agreed to keep quiet about Su. She allowed Veronica to give her briefing to the other girl, Eliza, and remained silent as she did so. When it was her turn, Samantha listened attentively.

It would seem her target was one "Chloe", a name she wasn't familiar with. Apparently, she was some form of Mint agent that'd suddenly shown up after having disappeared without explanation. Such wildcards were usually frowned upon by the Ebon Mint, Sam had come to learn. But that should come as no surprise as most employers tend to prefer it when their employees keep them in the know. The Mint would be no different. Samantha accepted the documents Veronica handed to her as she continued her explanation of her next job. As expected, she was being tasked with locating and interrogating Chloe about her reasons for leaving and returning, and of course to see if she was still loyal to Mint.

"I see. Consider it done. She cannot hide from me." the girl confidently replied in a near-monotone. An important, yet often underlooked aspect of being a great assassin was the ability to locate your mark. After all, you can't kill them if you don't know where they are. Sam was moderately disappointed she had to make contact with the target, but if she was no longer loyal to the Mint, it was fairly obvious what her orders would then be after reporting to Veronica. She placed the documents she was given into her coat, and then quietly listened to the last bit of information Veronica gave. She couldn't imagine requiring help from someone else in the Mint. But if the other girl needed hers, then she supposed she would be obligated to do so. Allowing her to be defeated would probably only come back to bite Veronica in the ass, so that was not ideal, anyways. As Veronica finished up, Sam shook her head.

"I do have some questions, but they can wait until a better time when there's less company," she told the Mint. "I'll go ahead and take my leave, then." she immediately did so, and wasted no time in the Pitstop, either. By this point, most people had caught onto the fact that things were getting crazy because of the unknown to the public, spirit magic. It didn't take a genius to figure out who was causing that shitstorm, so half of Sam's job was going to be easy. The other half was probably not, however.

She once again exited the doors to the Pitstop, this time in a hurry, her feet carrying her as fast as they possibly could --- in the direction of the conflict!

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

Seems reasonably safe to assume that you can't infinitely loop like that. But if Ari says otherwise, my body is ready.

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

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PC release Hyyyyype!

I'm playing on PS4 myself, and I can tell you, it's a blast of a game. If you don't mind the grinding but this is MH we're talking about lol.

and the- Gets banned for being off-topic.

@Izurich

There is no need to inform me of something I already know. I've got 400 or so hours on the Xbone version. 200 of which was spent on farming for a single rath ruby, but nevermind that. Here's hoping they secretly added in skippable cutscenes. Or improved multiplayer.

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

Would all of you new assholes stop posting songs from my playlist as your themes?

Also MHW hype tomorrow, wew.