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

Sil should be around the entrance as of my last post. Emily is being carried by Sakura, and Hilaria is not at the warehouse. Shade was with Dusty, but I think she's going to return to zero when I bother to post with her.

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

S i l h o u e t t e

"Where the FUCK is that man in the back?"

Silhouette

Considering the fact that she was able to acquire a drink (and apparently a pizza) from the bar in a rather short amount of time with no hassle whatsoever, Samantha knew something had to be brewing in the background. Still, she was limited to reacting to what came her way, so she'd play the waiting game as long as necessary, and she may as well watch Trixy enjoy herself while she did so.

When Vi appeared on the stage, Samantha couldn't help but scoff at her behavior. She could at least try to spice the idol flavoring up just a bit, yeah? Shade would probably do better. It didn't help that her music was irritating. At least the hard drink she just finished was good. It felt rewarding. And speaking of rewards, the one she received for downing the drink was a hard straight to the face by some magical girl she didn't recognize in the least, breaking her glasses.

"...You're fucking kidding me, right?"

Samantha's head snapped to one side, but she didn't stumble. The other girl hadn't decided to stop there, throwing a wild hook to which Sam responded with an even quicker glass mug to her face, shattering it, but Sam wasn't letting her off with just that. She grabbed the girl by her shirt and pulled her in, headbutting her and most likely breaking her nose in the process, and she fell to the floor unconscious.

She began rubbing her head. "Belligerent drunks are just the wors--"

Samantha wasn't able to finish the thought before one of the cages fell and crushed some girl, along with most of the party turning into some gimmicky WWE Pay-Per-View event with roars, grunts, and screams filling the air just as quick as the black smoke that also followed. She briefly glanced over the girl she just knocked out, and sighed. She would've preferred this one to just be some inebriated troublemaker, but that was asking for too much, supposedly. In a blink of the eye, Samantha let go of her party attire and returned to using her normal outfit, though she was bitter about it. It wasn't hard to tell who started this commotion when she had begun feeling irritated the second Vi started her routine.

Damned brat, starting shit like this! I'll drag her across this dancefloor by her intestines!

Oh, wait. No, that's not good at all! Silhouette reigned herself in. Aggressive thoughts were what Vi was going for, wasn't it? She needed to remain composed, or she'd lose herself just like all of those other girls right now. That was the last thing she wanted. Now that something had started, the Cradle would respond to it. And, sure enough, Sil got her orders from Veronica.

Capture her?

It was hard to tell if her dismay was a result of Vi's influence or not. Still, it was an order, so she'd take out any frustration on the girl she was intended to deal with, Sonia. Sam had since buried her nose in her coat and did her best to deal with the irritation as she made her way towards Veronica's area, aided by her link with the Cradle. It was the only way to really see through the crowd and the smoke that filled it. Her focus was on avoiding conflict and, if attacks came her way, those too. As much as it pained her to right now, she did not retaliate and instead continued running, but with the entire club in an uproar, those looking to a fight were obliged long before they could entertain the thought of chasing Sil.

Keeping her mind off the violence here would help her from falling prey to it as well. Thankfully, she was worried about something and could divert at least some of her attention to it instead of the ballroom blitz.

Rip... and tear through these... err, I mean, keep the essentials of what I taught you in mind, Trixy. And make sure you ki--keep safe.

Silhouette grit her teeth. The violent thoughts weren't subsiding, and she couldn't exactly distract herself, could she? If that was the case, then she needed Vi to be put down and she'd have to be satisfied with fighting Sonia until then. And, having finally made it within proximity to Veronica and Justine, she spotted Sonia.

This was good because if Sil did NOT spot Sonia, Veronica's unique approach to being a wingman would've evoked some questions even under such dire conditions.

The abundance of pointless fighting would make her job easy. After all, even if you ignore the sporadic spell-slinging, the girls just throwing their entire weight into punches and falling down when they missed were abundant. It was done with admittedly more effort than she'd like because of Vi, but Sil was able to manipulate nearby girls in such a way to further separate Sonia from her liege. A girl might find herself punching way quicker than she normally would be, or one might be reacting abnormally slow. Either way, these would contribute to people stumbling into Sonia, or blocking her path in one way or another.

When enough distance was created, Sil finally appeared before the other Time girl. "Enjoying the party?" she asked Sonia, cracking her knuckles.

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

H i l a r i a

"..."

— Hilaria

"Goodbye, then~"

Hilaria turned around and began walking, her eyes focused on the ground. What Aurelio had said was pointless. How could he possibly think he could impart meaningful advice to a being such as her? To her, his entire lifespan is but the equivalent of blinking one's eyes. He was still just a child and the very fact he bothered trying to give her advice was more than enough to prove it.

Of course... that didn't change the fact he was correct.

Emotions were volatile if they were not let out every now and then. She had seen it too many times to count. Repressed desires leading to frustration, bottled-up frustration turning to anger, and anger turning to violence. Violence that could be directed towards anyone, including oneself.

It was imperative that you were true to yourself. Because if you're at the point where you can buy your own bullshit, then you're probably too far gone.

She couldn't fool herself yet and pretend like she didn't understand what she was feeling. Such a rookie move would be akin to forgetting to turn the safety off before trying to fire a weapon. Yeah, she had a pretty good idea of what she needed to do now. She had to act upon this feeling in her chest, and that would require a bit of effort that she normally wouldn't spend on another.

But how could she ignore what she wanted?

For the past few centuries, doing this sort of thing without some form of compensation was out of character for her. She wasn't going to do this for food, for potential future jobs, or anything like that. She was going to do that because if she didn't, something irreplaceable might be lost. The commotion beginning from the warehouse she saw in the distance told her as much.

In a moment, her dress was replaced with her signature armor, and in her hands were her shotgun and scutum. Loud thuds followed each of her steps that began increasing in pace as she sped into a sprint, her course now determined. She didn't have too much time, but if she hurried, she knew she could make it there, even if only at the last second. And that would be enough.

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

S h a d e D u s t y

”See? If you do it like this, you don’t quote random users.”

"Oh, interesting!!"

— Shade & Dusty

While their “real” counterparts were enjoying a dance competition, Shade and Dusty were just taking in the sights. A rave wasn’t the most romantic place in the world, but there was a certain beauty to the way the place was lighted. This space would be just as interesting if it was just the two of them.

”Looks like Trixy’s loosening up a bit.” It was hard not to notice Trixy swinging along the ceiling mounts like an acrobat. ”We could dance, but you’d have to show me some moves. I never really got into the dance thing.”

Shade nodded with a smile. “Leave it to me! An idol has to know how to move her body to the music, just like any cutie should!” the silhouette struck a pose… and then deflated. “Oh, well now that I think about it… I only know idol routines,” she glanced at the crowd, of which a majority who were dancing were more or less just flailing about. It was somewhat unsightly. “Probably not practical to learn in this setting.”

”Really?” Dusty shrugged, but kept her smile up. ”Well, if you say so. Lets get something to eat and drink instead. I’m always up for eating!”

Dusty took Shade’s hand and walked towards the bar. They were nowhere near the center of the party, so it was easy to move about. A colored spot light occasionally crossed their path, but they largely walked in darkness.

”Come to think about it, I don’t know what you are, Shade.” Dusty tightened her grip on Shade’s hand. ”I mean you’re made from Samantha somehow, but you seem so different! I don’t think she knows anything about being an idol, and yet here you are.” She winked. ” What’s the secret?”

Shade chuckled in response to the inquiry. "You'd be surprised at what she knows!" she passed by a few partygoers as she spoke. "After all, she was Shade long before I ever was." It was hard to see in the sporadic lighting, but Shade wasn't smiling. She made sure this somberness did not show in her voice, however. "But, um, I'm just her shadow in both a literal and figurative sense, if you want an actual answer. Isn't it ironic since she's the dark one?"

Dusty stroked her chin. ”So you behave like a younger Sam then? There was a time she was all about fashion, looking cute, and all that stuff?” In contrast to Shade, Dusty was glowing, absolutely captured in a state of euphoria.

"Younger Sam?" Shade giggled at the thought. "Not in the least! If I acted like that, we wouldn't be talking at all! She was even less approachable if you can believe it!" the shadow explained to her clone date. "She was like a robot until recently, only caring about doing things that helped her survive and work. So, um... If I had to guess I would be a result of that changing?" Shade didn't seem too sure of it herself. "The spooky one is a lot more obvious than I am."

Dusty chuckled. ”So it was only recently that she grew interested in this stuff?” Dusty brushed her hair back. ”Well, there’s nothing wrong with being a shadow. At least it’s pretty easy to tell the two of you apart.” Dusty pointed at her eye patch. ”If I wasn’t wearing a different eye patch or using this voice, I doubt anyone could tell me apart from Trixy. You at least have an identity outside of Sam. You’re the cuter of the two, if I’m being honest.”

"I'd tell you not to say that in front of Sam, but I don't think she's at the level where she could get jealous over that. I'll just thank you for the compliment instead!" she gave Dusty a quick peck on the cheek, which made trixy’s double blush. Then she backed off. "But about that other thing... it's difficult to become an idol when you're not entirely your own person, you know? Do you really not mind that you're tied to a 'real' you?" she asked.

”Even if I was, I can’t change the facts, you know?” Dusty rubbed her cheek, and her smile got wider. ”I have all of Trixy’s memories and life experiences. It’s as if I lived them myself. I just happen to inherently know I’m the duplicate and she is the original.” She looked a bit more serious once she stopped rubbing her cheek. ” It feels more like there was a time divergence, and now there’s two of me walking around. Perhaps computer files feel this way when they get copied? I don’t really feel like a duplicate even if I know I am.” Dusty looked at her outstretched hand.

"It's different for me, though." she sighed. "Samantha and I are technically one person, but we're two individuals. I know all of her memories and all of her feelings, but they're hers and hers alone," she noticed the bar was coming up. "We're not the same. I understand how she thinks, but I don't think the same way as she does. Even with the same knowledge and abilities, we'd reach a different conclusion. So to me, all of these memories and feelings are foreign. They're not mine, and it makes me aware of how little I've seen or done by myself."

Shade cleared her throat awkwardly. "I didn't mean to get too serious there, sorry. We should be focusing on enjoying food, drinks, and the party! Besides, in essence, I just want to be able to make my own memories, so that's what we're gonna do, right?"

Dusty nodded with a smile. ”We’ll try! I need to fuse with Trixy in order to pass my memories onto her though. If I go poof, so do all of my experiences.” Dusty looked away and rubbed the back of her head. ”Which is a non-issue unless things get really crazy.”

"Speaking of crazy..."

Shade stopped when they reached the bar, her focus now on a drunk, teary-eyed girl and an older man. She willfully ignored the unpleasant implications that would typically arise from such a situation but had no context to go on. "Hey! Making girls cry is terrible!" she chided the older man, but looked at the girl he was with. "Is he bothering you?"

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

S a m a n t h a

"Yes, I will shank a ho over ballet."

— Sam

Learning how to dance was not something that interested the glasses-wearing assassin, but Trixy seemed to be having fun. Aside from a nod and a small, "hey", she opted to remain quiet and observe the two who took to the floor for a bit. Samantha did believe that competition was healthy, but she did not like a certain comment. There can be only one Swan Princess? Was this some sort of fight to the death? These were strange, dark magical girls at a chaotic party, so she couldn't say she trusted any of them. If things got too hectic, then she may have to step in, but she hoped not.

Her battle tendency was encouraged by the report Veronica had given the agents. She wondered if Cindy was desperate to start some sort of conflict. The electrical girl's initial challenge to the entirety of Penrose when she first appeared led Samantha to believe this might be the truth.

Honestly, given the nature of some corrupted magical girls, she might even find some sort of twisted pleasure in the carnage that may ensue. Excitement as the adrenaline kicks in, a rush of blood as a ball of flame narrowly misses you, a tingle in a certain somewhere when your opponent reads your counter and you must respond in kind.

...All of these things were despicable and completely impossible for Samantha to relate to in the slightest. Totally! Even in a hypothetical scenario where she DID enjoy any of this (which she most obviously did not, definitely), starting a war over it? Preposterous! That would drag so many other innocent souls into a conflict they most likely did not desire. Samantha was by no means a good person, but the only time she became sadistic was when Mika's cheeks were in view. She had some standards, after all.

"...I'd like to get a drink real quick," Samantha told Trixy as the two prepared to clash, hoping it ease her down a bit. She'd been involved in a war before even if only for a short time and she could say with certainty that it was unpleasant. She took a few steps away and then, as if remembering something, turned back to Trixy. "What do you want?" Under the assumption that Trixy gave a reply, Samantha nodded. "I'll be a minute and nothing more, stay safe," she warned, eyeing the other two girls with a hint of suspicion before departing.

...

...

...

There were quite a few people at the bar, but the bartender tended to her order almost immediately. Samantha glanced over to the side to see an inebriated magical girl causing a small commotion for some girl with a mask and a smaller, vulgar bunny girl. There was probably a good story to tell there, but prying into whatever situation that was was probably not the best idea. Besides, she was relatively sure that the bartender had used her as an excuse to get away from that trio. Either way, Samantha succeeded in obtaining a hard drink for herself and whatever Trixy had asked for. This drink would be identified in Broken's next post unless Trixy would say not to bring anything. If that were the case, then obviously pretend like Sam didn't get a second drink. I was busy with DnD today and couldn't even start this post until after Broken went to sleep, Sue me.

Pun intended.

Arriving almost exactly a minute later, Samantha now wielded two (or one) drink(s) and drank from her own cup as she observed the showdown. "Do nothing less than your best," she told her partner. "I'm confident you can pull ahead." There could have been a bit more enthusiasm in her encouragement, but Trixy was sure Samantha was likely doing her best as well.

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

H i l a r i a

"Mmm..."

— Hilaria

"Eh, that was so fast~!"

Seemingly unfazed by Dorothy's hasty retreat and the other girl's fierce pursuit, Hilaria watched as they disappeared from view with a smile. Maybe it was a bit cruel, but Hilaria figured the monster girl would react that way, which is exactly why she did what she had. It was only for a second or two, but Hilaria had enjoyed that interaction. Still, as quick as those two had disappeared, so too did her enjoyment. It was a momentary reprieve from the boredom and pondering she had been experiencing up until now, so she was thankful.

Hilaria was close to simply walking away when Aurelio III approached her. As if on cue, her stomach growled when she was asked about her night, and she saw no reason not to give an honest answer here. "No food yet, so Hilaria has to say it's not being very kind~" she explained. She was trying her best to hold on, despite the lack of energy she had from starving. Yet, even if it had been a whole two hours since she had ate something, she would not show weakness before others! "Hilaria wonders what you guys intend to do with that poor rabbit, she seems frightened~!" she acted as though worried despite being the one who escalated the situation. Truth be told, she probably couldn't care less about them, but she didn't particularly desire to be curt towards someone for no reason, either.

Her apathy would suddenly be placed on hold, however, as she suddenly had a strange feeling in her chest. Her eyes drifted off to the side and she placed a hand over her heart as if to check for a beat. For a moment, she remained silent. Unwarranted fear had stirred within her, but she wasn't sure why. Yet it too had left in but a blink of an eye. "Mmm, maybe Hilaria should hurry up and eat since she's feeling a bit light headed..." she gave a false smile as she finally spoke. "Unless you need anything, Hilaria's gonna leave~"

Danganronpa: Tower of Carnage (Finished!)

"What is really happening?"

Zachary Ackerson

This place can't be their prison-cum-tomb. The gloom had overwhelmed the spark in one Infinite's heart. Within the abyss, one could lose themselves to the depths of despair. But with Jez's flame so close to his heart, could Zach's afford to not reignite?

...

...

...

Zachary's eye throbbed.

The announcement made of a returning member was met with a scoff. "What a load of bullshit. I'll believe it when I can see it with my own two eyes."

Zachary Ackerson was able to maintain some semblance of composure when Davis had appeared before them, though it was probably only because he was in a rough mental state at the time and couldn't even think about the mastermind all that much. The guilt and self-loathing were of a priority then. Now, however, was another time.

He had decided that he may as well push forward. He didn't think for a moment that he would be able to forget or forgive himself for the actions, but that did not mean he had to drag Jezebel and the others down with him. So long as there were others, then he could muster what little strength he had towards freeing them. While one could argue death was a potential way of freeing them, he preferred the freedom that didn't involve that.

And because of that, he figured he should check this out. An Infinite returning to them? How absurd. It was not going to happen -- at least, now how they would want. What was the deal here? Someone impersonating the knight? A corpse being pulled along by some strings? Or worse: a newly-made Carnage Sister with what remained of her. Would Davis and the bear really stoop to such lows?

Absolutely.

Even if Jezebel suggested otherwise, Zach would continue on, being the first one to approach the elevator to see what was really going on. It wouldn't really be Shona, he was certain of this.

And quietly observing some distance away was a certain red-headed cowboy.

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

H i l a r i a

"Ignorance..."

— Hilaria

To tell the truth, there was a point in Hilaria's life where she'd found it impossible to look forward to tomorrow. It was when she'd lost someone she had once loved because she was powerless to protect them. The pain in her chest was magnitudes greater than any she had felt before and it felt like it would never go away. So... she tried to make it go away in the worst way possible.

She was unsuccessful.

That was the last time she ever did something like that, but also the last time she dared form a proper relationship.

Love was... a detriment and a timebomb. To give someone a piece of your heart and to care for them was to invite despair to your door. Because it's not a matter of 'if', it's a matter of 'when'. You lose what you've spent so much time and love on, and then it will leave you with what feels like an everlasting void in your chest that nothing can fill.

That is why Hilaria chooses to avoid getting too close to others. They'll just hurt her after all. They'll find something they like better, or they'll get upset at something trivial, or they'll die all by themselves, leaving her alone. So why should she bother? Even if it's unintentional, getting close to someone will always end with them causing her pain, and that's simply the irrefutable truth. Only someone ignorant would ignore this.

"Be I nothing more than a hypocrite, then...?"

Hilaria muttered these words as she made her way towards the party. To tell another truth, she couldn't exactly get that memory she regained out of her head. The terrible, horrible, no-good one that involved Beacon and their betrayal. And, of course, Isabella. But it wasn't anger that drove her thoughts. No, it was far worse.

It was joy.

She had managed to recall the feelings she had after that betrayal took place. How long that justified fury lasted, and how many times violent thoughts that had never once before crossed her mind, became prevalent in her day-to-day life. Those had faded, only to briefly reignite when reminded by Isabella, only to yet again depart. But even if she no longer felt an intense hatred, that did not explain the joy.

She was glad that Isabella was still alive? How idiotic. A woman who had forsaken her would only do so again. And it was already established that connections were only made to be broken alongside one's heart. But regardless, she still felt this way, and it wasn't going away. Not even the copious amounts of food she'd ate with a variety of other magical girls had cured this illness. Maybe it'd be what finally killed her?

"Mayhaps the food here would serve as a distraction from these childish, ignorant thoughts..."

Hilaria came to a halt as she noticed a rather peculiar sight: a monster girl, taking after a rabbit, was cautiously begging to be purified. She was justifiably on edge, having presumably been persecuted by the very same faction that had cast Hilaria out, all for merely being something they did not care for. The rabbit looked adorable, but this situation was certainly nothing to take lightly. For that rabbit, this decision could potentially solve her biggest worries, or lead to her death.

So naturally, Hilaria stuck her head into the affair. She might continue brooding if she didn't do something else.

Dorothy would feel a very soft breeze tickle her ear, only to then realize it was coming from another being. Were the bunny to turn around, she would notice the usually-armored girl had drawn close enough to invade her personal space. Not that Dorothy would know this, but Hilaria was dressed a bit differently for the occasion. In either case, the girl did not remain quiet. "Hilaria wonders if they'll listen~ They're so inconsistent~" she shout-whispered, clearly not intending to actually prevent others from picking it up.

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

S a m T r i x y

"All wings, report in!"

Samantha Howard

"Red 10, standing by!"

Trixy

S h a d e D u s t y

"Red 7, standing by!"

Shade

"Red 3, standing by!"

Dusty

With the cacophony of music and chatter, Samantha wondered to herself if attendance to this bash was even optional. With how loud and obnoxious things were, were people on the other side of Penrose even safe from it? Well, regardless, Samantha was, strangely, attending this party, alongside herself, her date, and her date’s date. That might’ve been some kind of first in general, not just for herself.

Before the group skipped Shade, who was clearly the most eager person to party. The lively crowds, dancing, and the general atmosphere were exactly what she wanted. And with her very own date? The shadow wondered what they were waiting for! But having voiced her want to speed things up and being shot down both times by a target Samantha “No”, she settled for occupying her time by mixing things up: sometimes she’d hop forwards, then back. Sometimes she’d spin and then walk backward, make some teasing comment to Sam, and then dart back when the assassin went to reprimand her in a physical way. And of course, she hummed all the while.

Of course, Samantha was in no hurry, but not because she was averse to going to this party. No, it was because she was still steeling her heart. Being seen in a crowd wearing this? Trixy had chosen it for her, so she imagined it did indeed look good, but it still felt weird to her to wear something like this in public.

She was… a bit nervous.

“Ah! We’re so close!” Shade sang, closing onto Dusty and taking her hand. “What should we do first?” She looked back towards the warehouse. “I hope we’re not too early, a crowd better suits an idol, after all~”

”It does, but an idol still needs to prepare for her debut~!" Dusty added with a chuckle. Aside from her eyepatch being a spade, she looked identical to Trixy.

Samantha sighed. If Shade got too excited, she might be the biggest threat to a peaceful night. “You should start by…” Samantha hadn’t chosen to look anywhere in particular but caught a rather unsettling sight on a nearby building. This, however, was offset by the bigger presence surrounding the warehouse itself, so whatever was causing it was... going to be trouble, at some point.

Goddamn it!

She remained quiet. They knew things would stir, she'd just have to deal with it when the time came. But maybe ignoring the problem would make it go away? There was no way the world would allow that, but if she could at least let Trixy spend a little bit of time enjoying herself... she decided to focus on another subject. “... I dunno, maybe calming yourself?” she continued. “At least you’re a bit more mature about this, even if I know you’re just as eager,” she said to Trixy.

”I have been looking forward to this all week." Trixy rested her head on Sam’s shoulder, grinning ear to ear. ”I thought things were going to be easier with Veronica back in Penrose. And while Cradle is certainly doing better, things have gotten a lot harder." She closed her eyes. ”It’s been exhausting. I know we’re technically executing an operation, but I just feel like unwinding a little." Trixy opened her hand, and there were a pair of ear plugs in her palm. ”The music in these places can be kind of loud. These block out higher decibel sounds, while letting you listen to conversations and such. I’m already wearing a pair." She offered them to Samantha, who put them in her ears.

“I won’t tell you to let loose and pretend like you’re some child at Disneyland, but unless something comes up, I think it’s okay to relax and enjoy yourself,” Samantha adjusted her shoulder slightly, unused to the weight of a person leaning against it. Or any non-violent physical contact, really. “We’re reactive tonight, remember?”

Samantha eyed Shade, who was happily skipping alongside Dusty. “I think you two should avoid us for the night,”

Her shadow suddenly turned to her. “Eh? What do you mean? You trying to get all cozy-like with Trixy~?” she grinned devilishly.

“No. We’ll have better awareness as a whole if we’re separated into couples,” she explained deadpan. “It’s not like I want you to act like we have a restraining order or anything. Just, if you find yourselves unoccupied, I encourage you to hover elsewhere on the off chance you ‘ll notice something we wouldn’t have otherwise.”

Shade puffed out her cheeks. “Can’t you enjoy yourself for one night, woman? What if we just say we’ll keep an eye out or something instead, I think it’ll have the same effect. Otherwise, then what? Are we supposed to, like, notice someone spiking a drink or planting a bomb in an innocuous case? Phooey!”

Trixy picked up her head and giggled. ”Sam has a point. We’re at our lowest level of awareness interacting with each other. If we’re split up, we can pay more attention to what’s around us. And if it helps Sam relax, why not?" She put her head on Sam’s shoulder again. ”We can do this in Sam’s apartment later if you wanna do something with just the 4 of us. The point of going to a party is to interact with all the people, right?"

Dusty put their hand on Shade’s shoulder. ”If we are going to split up, we should probably play to our strengths. I can’t use magic, and am quite frail when compared to my true counterpart. Though the threat is likely towards Cindy or some person of interest." She chuckled, then gave shade a light squeeze. ”Eliza and Tetrad are already inside. One group should remain out here." Dusty closed her eyes seductively and leaned in towards Shade’s ear. ”Wanna leave these lovebirds so that we can see the concert?"

Shade momentarily looked over to Sam before returning to Dusty. "Yeah, that's okay," she smiled. "Also, I'm a cute idol in the making so I'm not that durable either. Still, if push comes to shove, I got the moves!" Shade pulled Dusty along with her. "Anyway, if we are early, that means we can get the best spots~!"

With a pleased sigh, Trixy rolled her eyes up towards Samantha. ”I could call “Glacier'' here just for an extra pair of eyes." Trixy placed a finger on her lip. ”What do you think, Sam?"

"That works," Samantha nodded, looking into Trixy's eyes. "I just wanted a minimal amount of awareness, anyway. But since that's settled, what did you want to do? The only parties I ever went to were the ones where you sit around a table and discuss business, so..."

”I’m actually a little new to the party scene myself." Trixy stood up a little straighter, and a second double made an appearance.

”Have fun!" Glacier ran off with a wave.

Trixy didn’t look away from Samantha. ”Tetrad told me parties were great places to chat with people and do fun stuff. It’ll be easier to have a conversation with someone out here, so let’s see if we can spot anyone.." She looked towards the entrance of the warehouse and grinned. ”Looks like your new landlord is here, with a harem of girls no less. And is that a playboy bunny?" Trixy made some purring sounds. ”We should probably get a closer look. If we wait by the door, we can be the first to mingle with everyone who drops by." She held Samantha close and walked towards the entrance.

Samantha was watching Su and Mika, with an interest in whatever it was on Mika’s hip. A new weapon? That reminded her that she needed to go shopping as well, as she had a small amount of coin she could be spending. “That sounds like a solid plan,” Samantha nodded at Trixy’s suggestion. She picked up her pace, apparently intending to at least say hi to the group before they dove into the warehouse, and when they approached, she did just that.

“You guys are looking swell,” she looked at Su in particular when saying this, a bit surprised at her choice of attire. Sam looked back. “You’ve broken into my place, but I don’t think you’ve met any of them, have you?”

Trixy blushed and averted her eyes. ”I mean I did meet a few of them on my way out, but we weren’t really introduced or anything."

Su grinned. “She introduced herself as your date, which she repeated while running into the parking lot.” She turned to Helga. “Have you met Samantha yet? She is one of the magical girls who escaped from the overcity with me.” After informing her partner, Su looked back towards Samantha. “I wasn’t sure if you were coming. It makes me feel good to be surrounded by so many familiar faces.” She waved her hands towards her company and looked towards Trixy. “Everyone calls me Su. This is Helga, who manages the hotel with me. Mika, one of our maids, and Rina is one of our guests.”

”Oh, are you guys doing a double date too?" Trixy groomed her hair back. ”Trixy, pleasure to meet you! Short for Beatrix, but that always sounded too classy for me." She walked down the line, shaking every hand she was offered.

RE/Birth + Round Table: I Reincarnated Into an Otome Game With No True Ending, So I Decided To Make One Myself!

Alistair Archibald

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Name: Alistair Archibald

Title: The Second Prince of Caerleon

Gender: Bishounen

Legacy Connection: Successor of Gareth - Alistair's connection to Gareth is rather inconsistent compared to other Successors. He is rarely able to converse with knight during his unconsciousness so most of their interaction is while he's awake, and only when he particularly stressed. When they are able to communicate, time seems to grind to a halt for Alistair, so long as he does not attempt to move or interact with the world. It is in this paused moment of his that he is able to compose himself, assess the situation, converse with Gareth if he so chooses, and then react to the negative stimuli accordingly.

Archibald possesses increased physical capabilities as a result of his connection with Gareth, like the others, with his preference being towards speed and endurance. He believes a man of his standing should not have to be bothered with 'playing knight', and thus he cares little for combat-related training. He instead keeps himself in shape via morning runs which he rarely misses, leading to an abundance of stamina.

Legacy Power and Roles: Alistair is tied with his own knight, Lucien, for the highest speed stat in the game. However, unlike Lucien, the rest of his data is nothing to write home about. He edges a lot of people out in endurance but is painfully average in every other regard that there is little reason to choose him over someone else, assuming one is only looking at stats. At first, If he was not the focus of the playthrough, many players would simply bench him from the get-go and he'd never see another fight so long as they could avoid it, yet once players realized his potential, he became a lot more popular.

Adjure of a Captivating Knight -

Birthplace: Caerleon

Personality: Outwardly? Alistair maintains the air of a pompous prince with ambition. He considers himself to be a cut above most others, and is also somewhat of a perfectionist, accepting nothing less than the best. He desires little else as much as he wants the throne, a trait that naturally results in him despising those who would steal or deny him his rightful position.

But despite his arrogance, he not usually unpleasant to be around. He is affable in most cases so long as nobody has offended him either by questioning his abilities or carelessly mentioning the politics surrounding the throne. He is even charismatic, able to draw people (particularly women) to him with relative ease. At the very least, his confidence is rarely thought to be unfounded.

But in truth? The person now controlling Alistair's body is merely attempting to mimic the prince. Being thrust into a place he is not familiar with where his life is in danger, the new 'Alistair', Chadford, is much less composed. He relies heavily on assistance from the disembodied voices in his head to act 'normal', and will periodically break character with sufficient stress.

Having been a popular football player who secretly aspired to be an actor, Chadford does not share too many qualities with the prince. He has a much less refined way of speech and isn't especially bright, either. He can usually improvise well, but has trouble doing so when his wellbeing is threatened. It wouldn't be entirely incorrect to label him as a coward, and his main motivation for seeking the throne is because he's led to believe it gives him the highest chance of survival out of all paths available to him.

Chadford is not knowledgeable when it comes to Arthurian legend or even the game he has played. His experience with the game was essentially just the bad ends for Alistair, so he's developed a fear of the Successor or Mordred, Dia, as she is often responsible for his death in one way or another. Because of this, he's extremely cautious in how he approaches his conversations to her. On one hand, he knows he must retain some semblance of Alistair's cold attitude to her, but on the other, he doesn't want to piss her off. His instincts also tell him to get close to her, but since she's dangerous, doing that is... not easy.

Synopsis:

Gawain Route

As it becomes increasingly obvious that Arthur has no interest in him, Gareth becomes desperate to reclaim what is rightfully his by any means possible. His less severe plans all end in failure, leading him to resort to a coup which, unfortunately for him, also doesn't succeed.

Hinted at over his appearances in the route, Alistair's disposition in regards to Dia improves. They are mostly small, subtle things such as being less prone to venting on her, to even showing concern in a rather tsun way. It is only at the end of the route that he gives up any sort of mask -- with his life now forever tied to the tower they are locked in and any notion of the throne simply preposterous, he reveals that despite this all, he no longer sees Dia as some disgusting woman. Instead, he tells her that she'll be his one remaining comfort.

Lancey boi

Though he is clearly hesitant about it, Alistair ultimately sides against Lucien and Arthur during the war, seeing it as the only opportunity he has left for the throne. But when Dia, now a dragon, sets upon Caerleon, he agrees to the coalition and works against the Successor of Mordred. He has three different fates in this route.

In the good route, he simply accepts that he'll never get the throne, and leaves, never to be seen again.

In the bad route, he is killed offscreen sometime before Lucien's confrontation with Arthur.

If Lucien is his knight on the playthrough, then his good end fate will change: Alistair's inability to move past Lucien's betrayal causes him to challenge the new king to a duel to the death, even knowing he has no chance. Naturally, his defeat is decisive. With his final breaths, his words are spiteful, bringing up how a 'knight' would have never taken every reason for their lord to live.

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