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Re: Zero: The High Council

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Alistair's sole response to Odessa's nagging was to create a lot more space between he and Aerith. She certainly did not need to ask him twice. He remained silent otherwise, until Captain Crunch suddenly arrived with an unpleasant expression on her face and news that was even more unpleasant than that. It wasn't too long after that the cultists appear, almost as if on cue.

Since things had more or less gone sour at just about any opportunity they could, he honestly wasn't too surprised. But he was pissed. He wondered why these bastards couldn't just slit their own throats and save him the trouble and effort of personally dispatching them. The pursuit of experience was one Alistair traveled by nature, but the past weeks of constant reading, learning, and improving was not simply because he wished to better himself in those regards.

It's because he wanted to be able to kill these cultists with his own hands.

So naturally, when Chieko said they had a change of plans, Alistair had no objections. He almost seemed delighted as he growled out his next statement. "I certainly did not work so hard just so I could run like some coward. In fact, I'll see to it that those fucking degenerates start running from me." his words were, of course, not quite befitting of a 'hero', but he never claimed to be one. If people were saved as a result of his actions, he was happy to hear that. But right now, it seemed that wasn't his goal in the slightest.

"We're moving out, Odessa." he stated, then immediately followed Crunch as she lept into battle. He used his water magic to cut down cultists where he could, and even 'Stimulated' Crunch so she could fight more effectively. In the end, they proved more than a match from the cultists coming after them, which surprised even himself. It wasn't too long ago even one or two would be trouble.

Ultimately, the loud words of what appeared to be a particularly important cultists attracted Alistair's attention. He noted the man spoke of Lust, but naturally wasn't sure exactly who he was talking to. Either way, his plans were clear to everyone around, and they probably needed to be stopped. But before that, there was the matter of the wolves.

"Damned mutts." quick-moving targets with a lower profile tended to be harder to hit than bumbling cultists, so it was difficult to land any decisive blow without potentially causing friendly fire. But with the backup that had arrived, they might just be able to do this. "Lets hope he does so with haste. The mention of Lust and witches has me worried."

Devil May Cry: Night of Knights

G a w a i n

"It'll be alright."

Gawain

"Well, lad, we'll figure something out."

Gawain gave the warmest smile he could. Anything to let the boy know that things would be alright from this point on. A bright smile in the face of danger and uncertainty was a habit of his.

It was unfortunate that the boy was rather silent, as it made ascertaining the best course of action difficult, but Gawain understood that this boy was going through a tough time. It was only natural that speech would escape him in such a situation. It was up to Gawain to do what he could.

He tried to recall the specifics of the surrounding area. Simply leaving this boy in someone's house was not an ideal idea. It was doubtful a typical house would provide the best shelter from demons. But, perhaps a bank, certain convenience stores, or a pharmacy might work. Places with added protecting from being invaded were ideal. He would prefer not to have to backtrack or go too far out of his way to secure this boy, favoring somewhere along the way to leave him. It was not due to being insensitive or lack of care for the boy -- rather the opposite. The quicker he carried out his task, the faster the boy would not have to fear being attacked by a demon, and the quicker Gawain would be able to find a more permanent place to leave him, like with family if there were any left.

"Here," Gawain offered his hand to the boy, his left one.

Assuming the young lad accepted the offer, Gawain would continue onward with him to see what he could find.

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

Hilaria

Name: Hilaria

Age (Magical Girl): 17

Age (Before Magical Girl): Mid 20’s

Gender: Female

Gender (Before Magical Girl): Unknown

Default

Her hair is extremely long in her human form and in contrast to her rather conservative appearance in her transformed state, she wears comparatively little clothing when she can, whether or not it is in good condition or not. Since she is rather prone to doing reckless things even in her human form, she is often covered with bandages and forgets to take them off even if the wound has healed.

Transformed

While the strange dress-like armor and the ribbons don't exactly inspire fear from first glance, the juxtaposition from the bloodstains and the disturbingly bright yet twisted expressions she makes might. Aside from her armor, the most notable change from her human form is the shortening of her hair and the tips of each strand that almost seemed to be dyed red from blood.

Monster Metamorphosis

As she succumbs to true madness, her armor almost seems to be corrupted along with her, emanating an ominous purple haze and turning a similar color. Also, it twists to accommodate her new features -- it gains a helmet with openings for the horns she sprouts, as well as spiked gauntlets for her claws. Though it is often quickly hidden, beneath the armor she grows fangs. During this time, her eyes glow an unsettling golden color which can be seen through the visor.

Specialization:

Gravity - As she is not as magically-inclined as other girls, she avoids going overboard with her use of Gravity. That said, she is as experienced as one can be in the specialization, able to use it in any manner a typical user could. She does not commonly use it to directly attack, preferring to use it as a supplement instead. Things such as reducing her weight so she can move faster, increasing an opponent's weight so they're slower, or even increasing the weight of an attack so it hits harder are all things she can be seen doing.

Weapon:

Mars - What appears to simply be a scutum. Naturally, it excels at blocking attacks. Though Hilaria wields it with apparent ease, it is rather heavy and thus can be used for blunt shield attacks. If she so desires, the shield can morph around her hands and become huge gauntlets that allow her to pummel enemies. As with her armor, it seems to be bloodstained.

Vulcan (G) - An odd weapon taking the form of a Spas-12 with what seems to be the head of an axe attached to the underside. Thus is can be used both chop foes to bits or to blast them away at a moderate range. Still, the weapon is most effective in any scenario when it is in close range.

Power:

Third Eye - Hilaria's special eyes allow her to detect magic, among other unnatural things. This allows her to properly identify and respond to spells being used by enemies, or to find Overcity entrances.

Regeneration (Dark Magical Girl) - Healing at a degree not possible by every magical girl, and a side effect of her corruption. What damage she takes is soon healed by her power, and even injuries like missing limbs are only temporary. Fueled by her corruption, she is essentially stitched back together via small black tendrils that extend from the wounds, pulling the wounds closed. Recovering from serious wounds is often accompanied by the unnerving sound of bones snapping back into place and the spurting of blood.

Perks:

Dual Weapon - Hilaria's shotgun, Vulcan, is also part axe. Her shield, Mars, can turn into a fist weapon.

Enhanced Outfit - Her armor provides excellent protection against most attacks.

Big Damn Hero - Hilaria can manage to arrive at the last moment to protect a person or a location, provided she has gifted them with a special curiosity in the form of a gold shotgun shell she has personally made.

Interdimensional Home - A small studio in a pocket dimension Hilaria has access to. She has decorated the walls with a few weapons from different ages, such as swords, shields, muskets, and assault rifles she has put into cases. It resembles a mini barracks more than anything.

Monstrous Metamorphosis (Contract) - Provided there's enough emotional stimulus, Hilaria may enter a berserk state where she becomes more powerful at the cost of rational thought.

Patron, Benefits, and Drawbacks:

Solo:

Free Agent - She is not obligated to stick to any one faction, so she is capable of being hired by anybody with the coin and the desire.

Physical Prowess - She is built tougher than your average magical girl.

Alone - Because she has no faction to call hers, she doesn't have anyone to depend on but herself.

Mana Starved - Her physical strength and preference came at a price -- her magical skills are lacking.

Fighting Style: Brutal and unpredictable are the two best words to describe how she fights. She is a physical attacker with both high defense and high attack, and is suited best for close-range combat. She has a couple different ways she can approach any given situation.

Typically, her first instinct is to use her scutum and shotgun-axe in unison. Vicious strikes from her axe, unpredictable blasts from the shotgun it is attached to, and an incredibly strong defense from her shield make head-on assaults a scary idea to most. Though certainly not lacking in offense, this approach is considered a very defensive one, and though she is able to provide quick, agile blows, she is rather slow to pursue or move long distances.

Her other method of fighting would be to transform her scutum, Mars, into a fist weapon, often also forgoing Vulcan, though not always. With this method, she pursues her foes with reckless abandon, putting her all into offense. She’ll throw relentless punches, grapple, and smash with gravity-empowered attacks that can create cracks in the ground. She is also more prone to allowing herself to be hit by an attack if it’ll give her a chance to return the favor, and has on more than one occasion lost limbs because of this.

She would fit the role of a tank or bruiser rather well, if one were to label her. With, perhaps, a side of berserker.

Untransformed

Stats (Untransformed):
STR: 3
AGI: 3
VIT: 3
MAG: 3
LCK: 3

Transformed

Stats (Transformed):
STR: 16
AGI: 4
VIT: 14
MAG: 7
LCK: 3

Stat Modifiers

Strength - 4 = Base
+1 STR from Overdeveloped
+2 STR from having 2 Melee Weapons
+2 STR from Dual Weapon bonus stacking twice
+1 STR from Physical Prowess Universal Benefit
+6 STR from spending 3 Silver Coins
+2 STR from transforming into Monster Metamorphosis (temp)
Total = 16 (18)

Agility - 4 = Base
+0 AGI from no modifiers
+2 AGI from transforming into Monster Metamorphosis (temp)
Total = 4 (6)

Vitality - 4 = Base
+2 VIT from having 2 Melee Weapons
+1 VIT from having a uniform
+1 VIT from Enhanced Outfit bonus
+4 VIT from spending 4 Bronze coins
+2 VIT from transforming into Monster Metamorphosis (temp)
Total = 14 (16)

Magic - 4 = Base
-1 MAG from Mana Starved Universal Drawback
+4 MAG from having Gravity Specialization
Total = 7

Luck - 4 = Base
-1 LCK from Mana Starved
Total = 3

Personality: As the self-proclaimed “most altruistic” magical girl alive, Hilaria is a selfless individual with a strong drive to protect humans and anyone who needs to be ‘saved’. She will go above and beyond the call of duty to ensure she accomplishes this goal, which would make her a rather reliable girl to befriend.

...were she sane.

Many factors, such as age, literal corruption, and traumatic experiences have taken their toll on the girl’s sanity.

She is a disturbed individual prone to incessant bouts of laughter, mood-swings, spontaneous, irrational conclusions, and a general misunderstanding of the commonly accepted definition of the word ‘save’.

To her, saving could mean eliminating someone trying to playfully roughhouse, to ‘save’ you from being hit. To her, saving could mean eliminating an item of sentimental value or importance, to ‘save’ you the need to look after it. To her, saving could mean eliminating a small, famished dog, to ‘save’ it from the misery it surely would go on to suffer.

Hilaria is almost incapable of denying a request from help from anyone, a trait that can and has been abused. She will aid a blatantly evil horror girl as quickly as she’ll help a member of Beacon, though she will not do so if it conflicts with someone she has already promised to help. In this odd way, she is rather loyal. The biggest problem, however, is that she doesn’t always help someone in the way they want to be helped, with her ‘help’ often leaving the person worse off than they were before. To be ‘saved’ by her is a risk someone must be willing to take.

This said, she does not always work for free. She justifies asking for compensation by concluding that if she were to perish, there would be people she wouldn’t be there to save. If it is an organization, such as the Beacon (as unlikely as it may be) or even a horror, she will demand to be paid.

In a casual scenario, she exhibits the traits mentioned in the first paragraph, but she can seem oddly calm and collected at times. Though her mind is not sound, she is not a dim-witted girl, though she is gullible. Aside from literal monsters, she will approach each and every single person with a bright smile, as she does not discriminate between factions, as stated earlier.

It is possible that, in her own odd, deranged way, her heart is in the right place. But it very clear that her mind is not.

History: As far as she’s aware, Hilaria is the oldest living magical girl. Her life has spanned a millennium, and her experiences are many. To list every single memory she has ever had is an impossible task, as with the passage of time has come the discarding of many moments of her life. The entirety of her human life, bar the moments leading to her contract with a Puchuu, have also been lost to time.

What she remembers, or at least a short summary of it, is that she had one point been a naive young magical girl with aspirations to protect all of humanity. To this end, she worked tirelessly, removing any magical threats to humans that she could. In the end, however, she was betrayed by both the parties she worked for, and her very own ideals.

A short clarification of the events described above: She originally sought an idealistic world where no humans had to die untimely deaths. She vowed rid the world of their biggest threats. However, Hilaria witnessed various wars and had begun to understand that the greatest cause of human deaths was none other than humans themselves, and thus an internal strife was set on the burner for years to come.

At a later point, she had courageously gave her all in a fight against a particularly mana-rich monster, which burst upon its death. Caught in this blast, Hilaria was subject to an influx of a tremendous volume of mana, which corrupted her. She did not become a monster girl herself, but she found her allies at the time, Beacon, abandoned her. Betrayed both by her ‘friends’ and her very own ideals, her psyche deteriorated over the centuries.

At some point, she settled on a new goal: It was impossible to save everyone, but she would save anyone she could. Though it seemed like a natural, noble goal to accomplish, by this point she was no longer what many would call “sane”. “Saving” had many definitions, by her book.

Most of them are… unpleasant.

Incantation: "In my hands, a weapon to save those who need to be saved. In my heart, courage to stand up to any challenge. And in my path, blood shed by those who would impede it.”

Additional Info: Her exact age is unknown, but going off of the armor she recalls seeing humans wear shortly after she was contracted, she was likely born at the beginning or just before the First Crusade. That said, she seems to have some fascination with Rome and the Greek Gods, going off her naming scheme.

Though normally her age would suggest she should own power unrivaled by other magical girls, she never remained loyal to any single patron long enough to gather that sort of power. What coins she did obtain, she frivolously spent on changing aspects about her -- her initial form was much different than the one she has nowadays.

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

S i l h o u e t t e

"~So cute~"

Silhouette

for real this time

In all honesty, Silhouette found it not entirely unpleasant to be carried around.

--To clarify, she had been on her feet all day and despite what some people may think, being a magical girl does not exempt you from small nuisances such as sore feet.

It didn't help that she was forced to impale herself either, it was rather draining both physically and magically. But this much was to be expected. Power of that magnitude would naturally have to have a limiting factor, otherwise there would be a serious imbalance of influence between specializations, or so Sil felt.

But she did wish she could pay another price. It would be nice if all she had to do to use that power was to take a nap afterwards. She could definitely go for one now. The fireworks were over and all that remained was the aftermath of what was apparently a decisive battle for everyone's souls life, or something of that nature. Silhouette was more or less in the dark about whichever machinations were going on, she merely did what she was told and eliminated threats to Mika, even if she wasn't entirely sure why this girl was important enough to guard.

Well, at least Sil found the honest girl rather cute.

This does not apply exclusively to books, but perhaps the worst thing you can do to a reader is spoil them on the contents inside the pages before they've had a chance to read them. To spoil a story is one of the most pointlessly cruel things in existence, as you can only read something for the first time once. Which is why Sil was typically not a fan of honest persons -- what were they, except open books, blurting out all the good bits without the build up?

Mika was a bit different, however.

Or should it be said that Mika's case was?

Looking at the girl, Sil couldn't help but enjoy her cute reactions to all the stimulus in the area. Mika worried about doing something in spite of the absurd plot they'd stumbled into. She seemed especially frantic trying to appeal to someone to come help Sil herself. This was in contrast to herself, who would've been entirely satisfied with recovering on her own had they simply left.

Ah, how entertaining.

Given that she was being held by Mika, Sil naturally had the best seat possible to observe the girl's features as she tried to do anything. It made for quite the show. Silhouette began to wonder how delightful it might be to lightly bully a girl with such entertaining reactions. A little teasing here, a prank there or so.

Thoughts not quite common to the assassin began cropping up and eventually, she noticed just how strange this was for her. This caused her a moment of pause.

I may be developing some sadistic tendencies.

Maybe it was caused by the suffering she endured, or maybe it was because she never got to experience a girl of Mika's sort up close before. These perpetually-happy types were more often than not members of Beacon, and for some indiscernible reason, they didn't appreciate Sil very much, so small talk with these sorts was few and far between. And Sil's typical avoidance of that kind of stuff probably contributed to this too.

But alas, Silhouette was only allowed to Mika-watch for so long before she had to stop. Veronica had sent in the rescue team, it would seem. Sil was a little disappointed, but ultimately did not plan to make any sort of fuss.

That began to change when Mika and a member of the Cradle decided to try playing tug-o-war with her. "I would appreciate it if you didn't pass me around. I'm not that kind of girl." she growled as she wound up in the arms of a new girl. Moments later, she was administered aid and admittedly felt much better than she did before. Still, she did not care for the zombie girl's unnecessary, though truthful, remark.

"Mika is correct. Those serious wounds were indeed hindering my maneuverability. I would suggest applying yourself to the field a while longer so that you don't make any inaccurate observations like such, in the event of an emergency." Like any self-respecting assassin, she of course denied it regardless of whether or not it was the truth. "But the assistance is appreciated." she went on to say. And then, upon being asked about what had transpired, Silhouette merely claimed that the 'saving' was more or less mutual.

There was a chance Mika might have made another cute expression had Sil attempted to take all the credit. Silhouette was aware of this missed opportunity, but she figured that it was very likely that she would have chances in the future to mess with the girl, and considering the help she was after Sil had finished that fight, Mika at least deserved this much.

After patting Silhouette's back, the zombie girl would find Sil turning her body slightly and removing the girl's hand from her back with her thumb and index finger, as if she were picking up a digusting piece of trash. "I'm overjoyed to find I have such dependable allies." she said with a voice drenched in blatant sarcasm. "But you're mistaken: I have nothing but the highest confidence in your abilities. As I don't believe she would rely on people who aren't competent to do what needs to be done. So do not worry, I'm not afraid of you guys managing to mess things up. I'm sure that I can safely leave whatever remains to you."

The girl would probably get a feeling that Silhouette wasn't actually attempting to encourage her or compliment her.

Beginning to depart, the dark magical girl stopped momentarily and faced Mika. "You are welcome to do as you please." she told the girl. Thinking about it, Mika had essentially been doing that anyway so the statement may have been redundant.

Whatever Mika decided she wanted to do, Silhouette was intent on leaving the area as soon as possible. She had had enough excitement for the day. And besides, she had an important matter she needed to prepare for.

Re: Zero: The High Council

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Alistair Archibald was generally perceived to be a benevolent and tolerant man, but there were around three things that he absolutely could not stand. He hated people who would attempt to halt his march. Impeding his progress was tantamount to attacking him, and he did not simply stand by while people did that. Second, he refused to allow people to insult him. He was a prideful man and for good reason: he excelled in just about anything he had ever set his mind too. To verbally attack your superiors, well, only a fool would do so.

But as much as he loathed those two things, the last one earned his ire far easier and stronger than both of those ever could.

Lastly, Alistair Archibald despised weak, cowardly people. Being a man who can respect hard work and dedication, he inversely believes those who do not even try, who run from adversity out of cowardice, and who surrender without exhausting all alternatives... are worthless. It goes without saying that an actual attempt at suicide would be the greatest act of what he perceives to be 'weak' and 'cowardly' behavior. Even the thought of it caused his mood to sour.

Given this information about him, it is unlikely to be a surprise that he did not enjoy Aerith's story. In fact, you could argue the exact opposite, as Alistair's features clearly expressed disdain for Aerith, and a distinct lack of sympathy for her story. Though only for the time it took for someone to blink, as perhaps realizing how obvious it was, he glanced away briefly and returned with a neutral expression. And following that, he spoke in a rather neutral tone. "I see. That must have been rough." he said. "Yet so long as we play things smart and don't give up, we should always have a means to move forward." he seemed to emphasize the bit about not giving up, but otherwise it would almost seem like he was encouraging her.

No, I cannot erupt here. I must control myself. Yes, when has ire earned me anything but another reset?

Truth be told, hearing Aerith's woes had done nothing but put her quite high on Alistair's shit list. It pissed him off more so than usual because it felt like a direct insult to him and even everyone else trying to survive this hellish world to simply give up like that. This world, however, had caused him to mature, if only a little bit. He could see that there was no particular benefit to acting on feelings right now. He had a goal, and he was going to accomplish it, even despite this.

Eventually, his spirit appeared.

Had Odessa came out and said anything else, her appearance may have been a good thing, at least pertaining to Alistair's mood. He likely would have been able to focus on being irritated at something else, at least. But she mentioned the color of Aerith's mana being worse than his own a week ago. There was really only one thing that could mean, as far as Alistair was concerned. It did not have any positive effect on his opinion towards her. But he would be civil, ignore this contempt for now, and focus on learning and planning out their next move. That was the most important thing right now.

"Is it really that difficult to understand?" he asked Chieko rather genuinely when she seemed confused at Odessa's way of speaking. He'd become rather fluent in Odessa-speak in the past weeks, to the point where he'd forgotten how stumped he was at first. "She was referring to the color of Aerith's mana." He turned his gaze to Aerith as he continued speaking. "You've been keeping interesting company, haven't you?"

As Aerith assured Odessa that she meant no harm, Alistair nodded to the spirit and gave her a pat on the head. Without looking up, he replied, "No cause for worry there. Given the circumstances, I find it very difficult to believe that you would harm us." his choice of wording her seemed rather deliberate. Noticing that Chieko was departing, Alistair thanked Odessa for the information, and then follow the two girls.

Catching up to the two, he spoke again. "Recalling it now... I suppose I've been living life in luxury compared to the rest of you. I merely suffered through a short interrogation and then went on a date with Captain Crunch." he told them. "There was someone whom I could speak freely about things we normally couldn't speak about and who is not a part of our group. A third party, it seemed. They had some interesting things to speak about, but I do not think it wise to go into any further detail out here, so I'll save the specifics for later."

Devil May Cry: Night of Knights

G a w a i n

"Posting in a timely manner, as always."

Gawain

Of course it was only natural someone of his talent would effortlessly dispatch such weak beings. At least the last one had proven to be rather entertaining, but for now, he must carry on, to do his lord's bidding. Yet before he could depart, the young boy's cry took called his attention. It took Gawain a minute, but he did recognize the young lad. The implications of his being alone here were... unfortunate. Another man may grasp to the hope that there might yet be some hope left for him. Perhaps they were merely separated, and nothing more. But as a victim to a bastard of a father for many years before he was graced with his savior, Gawain was not willing to bet on that.

Stopping promptly only to read the letter he was given, Gawain pondered what to do in this situation. Removing these pests was of course a priority, but leaving this small child to fend for himself when he was quite obviously in a terrible state was not something Gawain would allow himself to do. Doing such a heartless thing would be unbecoming.

Gawain approached the boy and dropped to a knee so he could be at eye-level with him. "Hello, young one." his voice was soft. "Are you lost? Alone?" Gawain almost couldn't help but feel embarrassed. Surely the kid saw him fight, otherwise why would he be seem so scared of him? He tried his best to appear as friendly as possible, so as to let the boy know he meant no harm. A warm smile took over his features. "If you would let me, I can lead you to a safer place."

He would still need to carry out his orders in a timely manner. But if protecting this young boy took time, then that simply meant he would need to make quick work of his targets to make up for it.

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

E m i l y

"Can I join the REAL fight now?"

Lucifer

Though she could see what was about to happen to Mayra, Emily had been too late to warn the girl of the surprise attack, a fact that she regretted. "Damnit!" she had assumed the wound to be much more severe than it ended up being, and for a moment, even thought it might've put Mayra out of the fight. Yet, perhaps as a testament to the wild girl's tenaciousness or how actually weak the attack was, Mayra basically jumped right back up.

A sigh of relief escaped Emily's lips as she confirmed the girl wasn't dead or dying. With the worst-case scenario avoided, she now turned her attention towards Tonya. Unlike Alexander, she didn't pick up on the evidence of movement. Yet still, she knew exactly where to look because while she may have been invisible to the naked eye, Emily could still see her via her body heat. She had prepared to retaliate, when Alexander had done so first. Locking the girl between the ground and a barrier, the man had successfully pinned her and probably ended the fight. "Great work!" But suddenly, the girl had disappeared! What seemed to be a portal opened beneath her and took her to some other place, as Emily scanned the nearby area and found no traces of the girl reappearing in their location.

She did, however, notice someone else who had probably attempted to hide from them. "You there!" she began to approach Lee, ready to engage on a moment's notice. Even if Tonya was gone, this new person or even Mayra could still attack. She'd be happier if that wasn't the case, though. Clearly, something bigger than this was happening and she wanted to go assist with that. "What are you doing here? Was that your doing?" she motioned towards where Tonya had been mere moments ago. "I'd prefer to avoid more pointless fighting, so state your intentions."

S i l h o u e t t e

"Paid extra for the comfy seat for this movie."

Silhouette

pls

Silhouette couldn't exactly tell what she was feeling right now. It was extremely difficult to get a grasp on how she felt about being carried around during what was definitely a huge, important string of events that could potentially shape the world, while she was currently no more useful than a dwarf with a yoyo. It also did not help that her current method of transportation, Mika, was baffled at what to do too. And since nobody bothered to help her return to fighting condition, she did not feel an obligation to be here anymore.

"In my condition, there simply is not anything worthwhile to do here. And I am not so sure it is a bright idea to try to jump into that commotion to begin with, at least if you don't have a specific goal in mind." she told Mika. "Ideally, we would leave." but Silhouette had a feeling that Mika wouldn't accept that.

Guess I should have brought some popcorn.

Uncharacteristically, Silhouette found herself joking about the situation.

The First Steps - Personal Ideas and Advancing Projects

@BrokenPromise

Maybe Dalton wants you to use his OC and not him as the person in your example. Nerd. Maybe Dalton is gonna point you towards the bottom of his profile's bio and hope you end up meeting that. Maybe when Dalton changes his bio is about 4 days, he'll give you a bigger space on his profile if only out of spite.

That said, we need to continue Jezach at some point.

Re: Zero: The High Council

with Chieko "El Gran Chuunni" Okawa and Aerith "INSERT HUMOROUS NICKNAME THAT IS GOOGLE TRANSLATED HERE" Hastings

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"Cultists, you say? Well, I'm not surprised."

The other two seemed to be on the same page as him, at least as far as knowing that there was impending danger to the city. But one of them did not seem to be taking the news as seriously as they should. Perhaps she was under the impression that they had time to spare? Such assumptions, in Alistair's opinion, would only lead them to ruin. But he wasn't here to argue with them. No, quite the opposite. He had a gut feeling they'd only make it through this by cooperating, perhaps brought on by the string of events that transpired when they arrived in this strange land. Alistair's goal now was to get a solid grasp on both what had happened, as well as to preemptively prepare for what would happen. And in this pursuit, he would need to ally himself with both of these girls, as well as the other two, if they had any chance of getting through unscathed.

But with the topic changing to something much less palpable, it was obvious that there were gaps that needed to be filled. Though truth be told, he didn't recall seeing Aerith in that brief time spent alongside the witches, and it was rather obvious she was probably not privy to the events that took place there, either. For whatever reason, it seemed she was not there for arguably the most important event of their short time here. "You mean to say you didn't know? Then I think we should take a moment to catch you up, Aerith." Alistair was about to, perhaps a bit too bluntly, fill Aerith in on perhaps the worst part of the whole ordeal, but luckily, Chieko had done so in a way that was much kinder than he could have. That said, she said something that caused Alistair to reflect on the fact he wasn't in the know on everything that happened, either. He could probably use a bit of teaching as well.

Alistair glanced at Chieko. "I believe the best path for us all to take is to at least be caught up and cooperative before an incident of that magnitude occurs. So, if you're busy with a job, then lets get it done and speak at the same time." he personally invited himself to be a part of whatever it was she was doing. It didn't seem like it would be up for debate, either. "Besides, it doesn't sound like you're living off of charity and goodwill. Whatever crowd you've fallen in with isn't too bad, I hope?"

It was difficult to tell if his words were driven by sympathy for a soul bound by the same string of fate that his was, or if it was merely born of selfish concern that something could potentially affect him.

Either way, he offered those words, and then switched his focus once again to Aerith, as he had an inquiry. "I admit that I was never given a clear picture on what you guys faced while I was with the Captain. But I imagine what you guys went through wasn't exactly pleasant. This all said, I'm curious as to that choice of wording. We've long since past the stage of being uncomfortable with the notion of death between us, yes?" he looked at both of the girls, his potential allies, and then curiously asked. "What does 'left' in this context mean, then?"

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

E m i l y

"Man I wish I could fire lasers from my eyes. But no, it's a different kind of heat vision. More thermaly in nature.

Lucifer

Now that the slime had been disposed of, there was only Tonya left to deal with. Considering it was now truly a 3 vs 1 fight, Emily did not expect it to take much longer. But, surprisingly, the girl proved to be more than a match in close quarters against Mayra, who seemed like that was her specialty. The kick she delivered earlier felt that way, at least. That wasn't good. Lucifer was best at a range, and getting close to them was not going to end well for her, but at the same time, she couldn't fire off blasts recklessly or she'd potentially damage the wrong girl. If Alex's buffs weren't enough to tip the scales in Mayra's favor, then perhaps Emily would need to forgo safety and enter a closer range to help. Given Mayra's past betrayal, Emily was sure doing so could be much more dangerous than it normally should be.

We need to back her into a corner and turn up the heat. Drawing this out merely increases the risk of a casualty.

Emily didn't want anybody to die here, but the more desperate people got, the less likely they were to hold back their punches. A fight between magical girls could immediately turn sour at any moment, so she should help end it before it got to that point. But as she was about to draw near to Mayra and Tonya, something caused her to pause.

"Hmm?"

It was Tonya. Something strange was up with her. For a moment, it became difficult to observe her, though she immediately went back to normal. Emily pondered if that meant she was preparing something. That could be it, but then again, what would she be doing? That brief period where Lucifer couldn't identify her was strange. What could have caused that? A trick of the eye? She seemed to hold power over wind, no illusions, so that couldn't be it. A normal person might chalk it up to the heat haze caused by Mayra's super-heated form, but that assumption caused Emily to reflect on a concerning trait Tonya briefly exhibited in that moment: her heat signature had vanished.

Much like herself, Tonya's heat signature returned to normal as she did. But that did not make Emily feel any less confused and anxious. There had to be an explanation for what happened. She wasn't some electronic device that could potentially have a bug or a small issue. Her heat vision worked, and either she saw heat or it wasn't there.

...I don't like this one bit.

She was suspicious of Tonya, but she still had to deal with the girl. She began after the 'brainwashed' girl, but before doing so, passed by Alexander. "Eyes open, something's off." she warned Alexander. The information, or lack thereof, was unfortunate, but so long as her warning caused the man to be on his guard, that may be more than enough. So she continued pursuing the retreating Tonya.