January

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@Letter Bee

If you're asking, I'll honestly answer, haha.

Absorbing only as much extra energy as his body weight would imply that the essence of magic can be quantified by units of measurement usually reserved for physical bodies. I don't know the laws of this world, so it could happen, but I think you'd have an easier time RPing if you didn't have to ask about the "amount of magic used in kg" for every spell Mikhail drains.

Nothing else warrants concern, at least, to me.

Of course, this is just a cursory opinion. Cool character, though!

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@banjoanjo

Haha, I only ask because OCD isn't really an emotion, so angry or not, Nico wants his thread back.

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@banjoanjo

Does it only affect violently reactive emotions like anger and resentment or all emotions?

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@RoflsMazoy

Ah, Nico had been using his ability for the past few minutes, just to clear that up. It's weakening now that he's tired.

@banjoanjo

Which reminds me, since Debilitate's effect will be running out soon, will Nico and Akasha just drop into placid zombie land?

Men vs. Women Race to 1000

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NICO LEHMANN

The impact knocked three things from Nico: his glasses, his rage, and his reaction time.

In the chaos of limbs and joints jabbing each other, Nico had somehow wound up on his back, flattened beneath Asswipe and a panther that transformed into a cute--and underdressed--girl. With nothing but the sky's blurred shades of blue in his immediately visible view, Nico wheezed a quick groan of pain as the throbbing pain from his head forced his eyes shut momentarily. He didn't even know which emotion to pick as a reaction to everything and most importantly--

Heavy...

Physical education was the bane of Nico's normal high school life, but he sorely regretted skipping out on so many periods of PE at the moment. Only able to catch quick breaths of air, Nico's free left arm (the other currently pinned by the combined weight of two people) groped around for his glasses.

That was when Asswipe shifted above him and an elbow thrust into Nico's stomach. He gasped loudly and coughed, glaring at the shock of ginger hair above him. A niggling voice in the back of his mind--the one that had no regard for context--started trying to pin down the hair's shade of color.

Wait. The thread.

At that moment, a blur of red waved back and forth against the sky blue background and Nico's body jolted a bit.

That's mine. That color is mine.

Shoving the rest of his reactions aside for the moment--

Did that panther really turn into a girl?

Goddammit, where are my glasses?

Shoving. It. Aside. For the moment, Nico strained against the bodies on top of him, his free hand now reaching towards the bundle of red moving back and forth above him.

"Give..." he whispered, almost running out of breath just from that, "give it back."

Not counting the roughly 150kg of people weight on him, Nico was drained. The whole exchange with Asswipe had only lasted a few minutes, but he felt like he had just run that mile on the school track that everyone else could always finish in time. His brain duly noted that Asswipe was using his thread as some kind of lure to get the girl off of them, and he struggled to even find the words to express exactly how much he despised the guy above him.

As the thread remained out of his reach like some bad metaphor about Nico's entire damn life, he felt the first pinpricks of tears. If they were from the pain, the magical exertion, or both, Nico didn't care. He just wanted his color back.

"Go--" he gasped another breath in "die."

The sigil on his left hand flickered slightly, but resumed a steady, albeit fainter glow now. There was some strange comfort in the sigil's color matching that of the thread's.

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@banjoanjo

Psst. The string is vermilion, which is just red for all intents and purposes.

I'm making that "ok" sign with my hands while excitedly typing up the post.

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Merely hours since the first IC post and I've gotta say that this has been one of the most entertaining RPs I've been in for a while. Thank you everyone for making it so awesome!

@banjoanjo

Haha, you should thank yourself for that dick of a character who's making everything awesome.

Edit: Now that I think, it's been a long time since someone's tried a first-encounter scene of just taking shit from my character's bag. Last one was a straight-up thief, though, so at least he had an excuse.

Edit 2: Since Nico is likely at the bottom of the pile, I'll wait to see Donny's steamrolled position before reacting, haha.

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The thread. The thread.

Nico only had two thoughts on his mind as he grappled with the son of a bitch who only seemed to grow more amused the harder Nico tried.

Weakling.

He wished that was directed to the ginger-haired asshole sneering under him, but he knew who the real weakling was here. And the other guy knew it, too, from how calmed he seemed about everything and how easily he was pulling Nico's hand away.

For a moment, Nico thought there was a chance. The cocksure face had dropped and the cur seemed to be focusing on something. A soft prodding at Nico's emotions faded away quickly and though his peripheral vision noted the dull gleam of magic coming from the other guy's chest, he was more concerned about the thread. The glow on his hand, the glow on the bastard's hand, the sudden tensing of the body below him--all of it could wait. Just as he jerked forward in another attempt to reach the thread dangling just out of finger reach, he heard a shout and felt the world rapidly tilt sideways.

His head slammed against the ground with enough force to silence his cry of pain and Nico only managed a spluttering cough of shock as their positions reversed and that fucker raised a fist for the next blow. He hated the person above him. He hated the guy's superior strength, superior attitude, superior conviction. All Nico could manage with the full force of his rage was a mouthful of grass and dirt and, deep inside, he hated himself the most. Gritting his teeth in both pain and anger, he tried to reach for the arm holding his head down, but before he could even attempt to fight back, he heard a--

--roar? An animal roar? Wh--

His tormentor had heard it, too, apparently, and in the shock of things Nico managed to inch his head towards the direction of the sound. Only to see an actual feline predator pouncing towards them.

An actual predator. Pouncing towards them.

Nico only managed an incredulous "Huh?" before they collided.

@Riffus Maximus

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A girl jumping on him might have actually been a good thing if the girl wasn't literally roaring at him.

Edit: Oh, now things are getting spicy. Work harder, fingers!