Flamelord

The Truth Behind the Project

Miyako had had a good night after the primordial hunt. There had been no other attacks, and she was able to take the ensuing time to relax and catch up in her studies for the school here. With that, she was confident that she would be able to keep up with schoolwork and cement herself near the middle of the pack come tomorrow. Magical girl powers were useful like that, and she took advantage of them to her own benefit. And who said she wasn't using her powers?

Come morning, she headed for school at her regular time. She had her own bag, as well as Sora's, and she was turning her mind to handling this situation. Admittedly it wasn't much of one, but she had to come up with a way to pass this bag back without arousing suspicion somehow. The last thing she needed was for her secret to get out, to say the least.

Arriving at the room though, her blood practically froze as she saw Sora chatting with the Contractor happily, and petting him no less. Well then, there went that plan. To say she was amused would be incredibly far from the truth, and now she quickly raced to deal with this situation as she walked over.

"Here, I found this on my way home," she said with a nod as she passed over Sora's bag, before looking to the Contractor with her expression morphing into a frown. "Not to knock your strategy or anything Contractor, but do you really think adding a new girl to the six we've already got here is really gonna make a difference in the long run?" For now she'd focus on that, since the chances of her keeping her secret were practically minimal at this point.

She just hoped that it worked out. Otherwise this could get ugly.

The Truth Behind the Project

Miyako finds Kyubey annoying on occasion, but she still trusts and works with him.

The Truth Behind the Project

The sacrifices Miyako makes to havea normal life. Specifically, character interactions.

Crystalline | Mage Mafia RP

Username: Flamelord
Name: Aikuro Senji
Age: 35
Gender: Male
Crystal Color: Ivory Green
Allegiance: House Alicornia
Rank: N/A
Skills: Negotiations, diplomacy, pickpocketing, melee and ranged combat, Aikuro tends towards those skills more devoted towards maintaining an organization, rather than fighting. He's also good at gambling and card games.
Abilities: Aikuro is proficient in the art of illusion magic, though it isn't particularly strong. As a result, his spellcasting is based on himself and smaller scale illusions. Other than that, he is something of a jack of all trades, with a bit of healing magic to his name.
Weapons: Tends to use a Wakizashi and a Katana, though he will use firearms when needed.
Appearance:

Appearance

Personality: Aikuro is a relatively calm and demure fellow, who prefers to avoid fighting if he can help it, in favor of more diplomatic solutions and relying on his wits to give him an edge. His calm facade hides a cunning interior, and he can be very inquisitive and philosophical when need be. He prefers to think of himself as the carrot to the stick of the house, and is all suave and tact. At least in his mind.

Still, he is very loyal to the family, and if it looks like he betrayed them, it's probably because he has some long term end in mind, rather than an actual faltering on his part.
History: Aikuro was like many in the House Alicornia, born into it or simply joining by association as part of how it operated. It was them who raised him, who trained him, and he contributed to it as best he could. His magic made him even more able to do that, though he soon found that he wasn't suited for the rigors of heavy combat. There were more suited to that anyway.

He did his part when he became old enough though, becoming a part of the House apparatus, one of the people that went in to try and deal with things before they sent in the big guns. It didn't always work, but he did his best in that regard. And that is what he has done, no one incredibly exceptional, but still good enough for the job he has to do.
Other: Um, this is hard. Postmeridie, I guess

Crystalline | Mage Mafia RP

Username: Flamelord
Name: Aikuro Senji
Age: 35
Gender: Male
Crystal Color: Ivory Green
Allegiance: House Alicornia
Rank: N/A
Skills: Negotiations, diplomacy, pickpocketing, melee and ranged combat, Aikuro tends towards those skills more devoted towards maintaining an organization, rather than fighting. He's also good at gambling and card games.
Abilities: Aikuro is proficient in the art of illusion magic, though it isn't particularly strong. As a result, his spellcasting is based on himself and smaller scale illusions. Other than that, he is something of a jack of all trades, with a bit of healing magic to his name.
Weapons: Tends to use a Wakizashi and a Katana, though he will use firearms when needed.
Appearance:

Appearance

Personality: Aikuro is a relatively calm and demure fellow, who prefers to avoid fighting if he can help it, in favor of more diplomatic solutions and relying on his wits to give him an edge. His calm facade hides a cunning interior, and he can be very inquisitive and philosophical when need be. He prefers to think of himself as the carrot to the stick of the house, and is all suave and tact. At least in his mind.

Still, he is very loyal to the family, and if it looks like he betrayed them, it's probably because he has some long term end in mind, rather than an actual faltering on his part.
History: Aikuro was like many in the House Alicornia, born into it or simply joining by association as part of how it operated. It was them who raised him, who trained him, and he contributed to it as best he could. His magic made him even more able to do that, though he soon found that he wasn't suited for the rigors of heavy combat. There were more suited to that anyway.

He did his part when he became old enough though, becoming a part of the House apparatus, one of the people that went in to try and deal with things before they sent in the big guns. It didn't always work, but he did his best in that regard. And that is what he has done, no one incredibly exceptional, but still good enough for the job he has to do.
Other: Um, this is hard. Postmeridie, I guess?

The Truth Behind the Project

Miyako arrived back outside the warehouse to find everyone gone, the Primordials having long since vanished and everyone else having long since fled. Which was annoying, given that one would assume that other magical girl might be courteous enough to stick around. Well, she would just have to warn the others the next time they met, so they could be on the lookout for her. She wouldn't allow this mysterious figure to use anonymity to benefit off of their hard work, not if she could help it.

In spite of this, she did a once over of the place anyway. Who knew if there might be evidence that could help them track down this primordial nest they were supposed to find and kill. The sooner they got on that, the quicker things could get to normal. At least in her mind anyway.

Sadly, that came up for naught. Which probably wasn't that much of a surprise anyway, since she wasn't even sure what sort of clues she should be looking for in the first place. She did, however, find a bag cast off to the side, as if abandoned in a hurry. Given the location, it most likely had been.

"HM? Who's this belong to then?" Miyako was quick to inspect it, opening it up and looking inside, and her eyes widened in surprise as she found that it belonged to Sora. No way, she'd been here? What kind of stupid luck was that? Well, it didn't seem like she had contracted, so that was good. But now she had to worry about keeping her secret. and wasn't that just swell.

She shrugged then, picking the bag up after she had stuffed everything back inside and closed it. "Well, I'll get it to her tomorrow," she said to herself, fully intending it. She didn't know where Sora lived, and it was late. Showing up with the bag now would be something of a hassle, and invite even more questions that she wasn't ready to handle at the moment.

With that done she headed off, taking to the rooftops as she moved towards home, using her powers to make up for lost time. She didn't want to be too late after all, and if she had to walk then it would be a practical guarantee of that. She'd change back before making it there, but for now she ran. It had been something of an eventful day, and right now she was merely glad for the powers that let her run along the rooftops as she headed for home. Who said that being a magical girl didn't have it's perks?

The Truth Behind the Project

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She went back home after changing clothes. Though She left her bag behind, since she was to scared to go back and pick it. I guess that I posted that, not?

@KoL

Indeed. Last person to use Sora was Windel, who had her looking for a place to clean off.

The Truth Behind the Project

So, uh, is Sora still at that warehouse the fight took place at, or did she leave?

A Certain Academic City

Annette would admit that she was surprised to hear Misaka was going as well, only to immediately chide herself for that silly thought. Of course she would be going, given that it was an important social function, and she had her own societal expectations to meet. the foreigner herself was busy enough as it was, and she could only imagine what it must be like for Misaka, as one of the top Level 5's in the city. It was probably difficult for her to get a simple moment to relax. At least, so she liked to think.

"That's interesting," she replied without letting any of her inner thoughts sneak out to be noticed. "A party for charity is always worth it." She might not be able to remember the charity in question, but she knew it would be that. And it would provide for plenty of opportunities for all of them, to meet new people, and she had heard there would be a few prizes there as well for entertainment.

She smiled then, tilting her head as she finished up on that thought. "Well, I will look forward to seeing you there."

The Truth Behind the Project

The strike was quick, fast, precise, the bow sent spinning off into the distance as Miyako batted it out of the way, before she moved in for a finishing blow, stabbing the Primordial and slamming it into a bamboo stalk. She grunted as she pushed it in that much deeper before pulling it out, sliding free with an audible sound. That was finished off with a downwards slash across it's chest, finishing it off.

She grinned as it dissolved, straightening up and gingerly walking around the pit in the ground as she whistled. "Geez. When'd that thing have the time to make this?" This wasn't exactly a rush job, so how could it have been done in the time the Primordial manifested? It was hard to believe.

Leaving that alone, she dismissed it to the back of her mind for now, and she took off once she had gotten around the pit, headed for the warehouse and the other primordials, or where they had been before. She wanted to meet that other magical girl, the one she had seen before, and to get the lowdown on them. That was how it had been done for her, and now she could do the same. She only hoped that the girl was still there when she got back, or else this would be a lot more difficult.