KoL

Kurai Majoko: Dark Magical Girls

“Well, it seemed that things took a U-turn all of a sudden,” Said no one other than Chie as she observed as all hell broke loose in the streets of Miso City from the roof of the tallest building she could find. “Good thing it’s not my problem to deal with that. But this; this a whole other business that I can’t miss at all,” she added as she set her eyes on none other than the group of light magical girls gathered around Soma.

“That’s the kind of fun I’ve been looking forward to after some jerk broke my favorite doll,” Chie twirled her lance over her head, pointing its tip towards the dark skies in a seemingly random motion. “Here, that’s all I’ve gathered ever since Christmas. I hope you’re starving, because that’s a jumbo-sized portion coming right toward you,” she shouted to someone who clearly wasn’t within earshot of her before throwing her spear toward a seemingly random direction.

“Now then, since I’ve done my chores like a good girl… I guess that I can have some fun, right?” the dark-haired magical girl said as a vicious grin found it way to her face before jumping off the building and plummeting towards the earth at terminal velocity. Somewhere in the middle of the fall, Chie pumped some power into her spear, making it grow several times bigger than usual, clearly trying to reenact some fighting game’s ultimate move or something like this.

“Heads-up, Shieldy! Let’s see if you can tank this!” Chie yelled when she was about to crash down on Soma, trying to snap the light girl’s attention while she was concentrated on some task that Chie couldn’t care less for.

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Fire Emblem: Conflict

And... here's mine:

• Appearance:

Name: Chiyuri
Age: 18
Class: Myrmidon
Level: 01

Personal Skill:
- Competitive: If Chiyuri’s level is lower or equal to her support unit's level, Critical rate +10, damage +3 and damage received -1.

Skills:
- Duelist's Blow: When user triggers the battle, Avoid +30.

Equipment:
Kusanagi
Iron Sword
Vulnerary (x2)

Story:
A proud Mican child that set out to hone her prowess as a swordswoman and make her name known through the wide world.

It would only natural for someone such as Chiyuri, who was born in a middle class family to choose to do nothing but continue their wickerwork traditional craft, bear children and go through life in the most unremarkable, yet not meaningless way possible. However, something was obviously different with her ever since she was young. Chiyuri had a great fascination with the stories she learned about the warriors of her homeland and about the world on the other side of the mountains in which she grew up.

Eventually, she convinced one of the few Samurai that lived in their village to teach her a few tricks with the sword. Chiyuri quickly mastered the craft and it wasn’t long before she felt like that her homeland was a growing too small for her adventurous spirit and the lofty goals she set for herself.

Bidding her family farewell, Chiyuri set her feet on the road. It was but a matter of time for the fiery, tomboyish swordswoman to find her way to a foreign mercenary company where she could partake in as many conflicts as she needed to make her skill with blade the literal stuff legends are made of.

Sample Post:

Orphan Wolf Legend

Many years ago, in old hut somewhere in the ancient Mican mountains…

“Wha--!? How come you are not going to teach me? Didn’t you say--” Chiyuri said in a shocked voice once last traces of the past winter disappeared and she was able to make it to the derelict house of the man who agreed to be her swordsmanship master a few months ago.

“Things change, girl. You gotta learn that; the only thing you can expect in this life is disappointment,” the old, haggard-looking samurai said as he reached for an old earthenware pitcher that reeked of booze, not even caring to look Chiyuri in the eyes.

“Why is that, then?” she asked again, stomping the ground like a pouting child -- which she pretty much was. “You agreed to teach me if I could make it here on my own. Why is it that you aren’t going to do it?”

“Yeah, but I didn’t say that you could take four months to do it, kid. If you want to be a warrior, you gotta have more resolve than that,” he replied, chugging down more of his questionable alcohol. “But.. I may be inclined to change my mind if you can show me your determination,” he added, flashing a thughish grin.

“Wha-- what’s it that you want now?” Chiyuri asked. The dark-haired girl recoiled a bit unwittingly, in anticipation to anything obscene that the man might say.

“Calm down, kid. I don’t know what’s in your mind now, but I can say that you are at least ten years too young for my tastes. I just wanted to see what you were gonna do,” the old samurai laughed heartily, after Chiyuri fell to his tricks like the child she were. “Anyway, I’ve had my fill for today. Come back tomorrow and I’ll begin teaching you about something that you gotta learn before you you can even touch a blade. And by that, I mean how to deal with these wits of yours,” he said as he walked back inside his hut, leaving behind a dumbfounded -- and much aggravated -- Chiyuri.

“Oh, and don’t forget to bring some food, ‘cause you’re gonna be doing the cooking and all the chores as your tuition fee. If there’s one thing a lone wolf like myself could use, that’s a maid, hahaha!” he shouted in an ever drunkier voice from inside his home.

And the rest is history...

Fire Emblem: Conflict

I'll have a Myrmidon inspired by the best girl.

Fate/esoterica

Kirsi Eirisphere

To say that Kirsi was expecting the summoning ritual to happen in the way it did would be averting the truth. She had no idea how Caster would look like when she decide on which Servant to summon, but the fact that she seemed pretty normal, for a Heroic Spirit, didn’t surprise the youngish-looking blonde as much as the eerie sound that accompanied the summoning.

“So, is it true, then? Did I really make it?” Kirsi said once Caster spoke. “If that’s the case, I guess that you can call me Master. But, my name is Kirsi, Kirsi Eirisphere. I’ll be counting on you from now on, Caster,” she added in an upbeat tone.

“Now that we are done with the contract, I guess that we should go to the Church and present ourselves to the Overseer, right? According to this map, there’s a tunnel that’ll take us right there,” Kirsi pointed to one of the many exits that would take them through the labyrinthine underground of Redrock while flapping a piece of yellowed paper. “I bet no one will see that coming.”

Lancer

“I see. Bringing honor to one’s family is a noble commitment. I have seen countless battlefields before and guided many young ones like you until they learned how to walk with their own legs. I can assure you that your faith was not misplaced,” Lancer said to her new Master, letting go off the hand that she held to her chest.

“I suppose that you want to begin as soon as possible, right?” Lancer said as she raised a hand and drew a string of runes in the air. “We should begin by…” she interrupted herself, pointing towards a nearby which promptly burst in flames, destroying the familiar that spied on them for sometime. “Replying to the invitation that has been extended to us,” Lancer added as the magical creation fell to the ground burning.

Winds of Change: A Re:Creators-Inspired Multiverse RP

“Ehehe,” Nanoha laughed in a terse way, scratching the back of her head. She didn’t meant to disappoint Minami’s friend but her tongue slipped nonetheless. She could imagine that having his compared in such a way would hurt the man’s pride, but what’s done is done.

Thankfully, Minami’s question helped Sakajima recover from the shock induced by the unwitting attack at his pride.

“Noise? Does it have anything to do with the strange creatures we’ve seen yesterday?” Nanoha asked with curiosity after they finished their exchange.

She slurped down the rest of her meal before answering to Sakajima’s last remark. “Don’t worry. We have others that are willing to help us keep the peace. I’m sure that everything will be alright as soon as we figure a way to put this world back in order, Raising Heart and I are already working on that ever since yesterday. It’s only a matter of time,” Nanoha said before looking toward Minami, waiting for the Private’s opinion on whether or not they should have a look into the clue provided by her friend.

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Int. Check ~ Fire Emblem: Conflict

@TheWindel

I bet youu thought you could get away with this without me noticing, didn't you?

Kurai Majoko: Dark Magical Girls

@Noxx

The events in your few lasts posts are leading us to believe that we will have to reevaluate Soma's powers. She seems to be slipping out of the boundaries of what we understood to be her abilities as well as her capabilities with them on a regular basis. We need you to explain again what are her supposed capabilities and limitations, so that we can think about the best way to rework them.

Kurai Majoko: Dark Magical Girls

Aegis expression changed from one of concern to a sneer of displeasure as she heard a yell direct towards her. "So very typical," she said to herself as a duo of magical girls wafting the rancid smell of corruption from every of their pores approached her. Correction: the blonde’s face became a grimace of disgust as the two crashed down at her, launching a reckless assault without a second thought— or even a first, she mused.

Kiru would find that her fist indeed connected to something, but not the target she intended to. Instead of Aegis’ face, the dark magical girl’s strike hit the blonde’s book bag, spreading its contents around the barren rooftop and likely throwing Kiru off balance with the force of Aegis’ counterswing. "I’m sorry, I thought I heard an insect zooming nearby and tried to smack it," she said in an obvious attempt at mockery.

"Now then, would you care to explain why you girls would attack an unknown bystander like this, or do I have to squeeze the truth out of you," Aegis said, throwing such a sharp glare towards Kiru’s approaching partner that it wouldn’t be hard to imagine that it could actually cut.

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Fate/esoterica

Kirsi Eirisphere

A cheery humming sound echoed through the cavernous chambers somewhere deep in the catacombs below the city of Redrock. In any normal night it would already be weird to find someone this deep, in a place where most of the malignant, hateful wraiths gathered giving it a well-deserved reputation as a dangerously haunted location; the fact that someone not only did come here out of their own volition but also hummed a cheery tune while using a carved bone to draw a magic circle in the earth was basically unimaginable.

“There, this should do it, DEATH!” Kirsi said to herself as she finished covering the summoning circle with the contents of a few bloodpacks that she acquired not long after her arrival at Redrock. As soon as she was done with her preparations, Kirsi placed an yellowed piece of paper, a page of the original recordings of the Salem Trials, in the center of the candle lit room.

With this last step done, Kirsi began the summoning ritual. She didn’t have any idea what would happen if she failed with this, but if she succeeded, victory was pretty much certain. After all, there’s no way anyone else would get a better Servant to fight a Holy Grail War in America, right?

“Come to me, Caster!”

Lancer

A powerful gust sweeped away the aether that lingered in the air as soon as Kim finished her ritual, revealing the beautiful form of the Servant she called forth. Lancer’s armor shone like pure silver under the moonlight and her hair swayed in the nightly breeze as she turned her attention to the person before her.

“I, Servant Lancer, have answered your summ— Uh… sister?” she said in a surprised voice. Lancer was taken aback by the other woman’s excitement before she could even introduce herself properly and seal their contract. However, after taking a moment to look over her Master again (or better, to notice the familiar feeling emanating from her), Lancer understood it.

“I see, so you are one of us as well. At least in part,” Lancer said said in an introspective voice. “In fact, the more I look at you the more you remind me of ‘him’. Before we go any further, answer me: Why is it that you called me, Master?” she added, raising a hand to her chest as she felt it tighten suddenly. She could only that her Master’s answer was a proper one, after all, Lancer didn’t want to go through the pain of killing someone she loved once again.

But, if she had to...

Kurai Majoko: Dark Magical Girls

The cold breeze coming from the nearby mountains sank into one’s body like a thousand knives, sending shivers up the spine of anyone unfortunate enough to not have the right kind of protection against it at hand. The only thing colder than the winds that scoured Miso City merciless were the hearts of its people. When even their sworn protectors were but an inch of being crushed under the inexorable weight of despair, it was more than right to wonder…

"Who defends the defenders?"

Normally the answer to such a question would be vague and attribute such task to the higher, or maybe the lower, Powers that Be. However, in a world were such powers took on a very much physical form, this assertion had a whole other meaning.

"This city… what’s the deal with it?" Aegis said in an introspective voice as she observed Miso City’s desolation from her new perch, atop a vacant office building. She could feel the unnatural aura permeating the whole city, but more important than that, she could feel them. The children that were supposed to protect this place from the ever-encroaching wave of darkness. And she could feel their conflict, their pain, and the weight they carried.

"Perhaps I should look for them before ‘that’ happens again,", the blonde said, facing the direction where she could feel the greater concentration of uncorrupted magical girls.

Unbeknownst to the light magical girls who had finally gathered to fight as a team, someone else was watching them.

No one other than Chie was sitting atop the branches of a nearby tree, munching on some leftovers from the Christmas party of a few days ago. Without Luna around the unruly dark magical girl didn’t feel motivated enough to engage with the remainder of the light ones. However, she spent the last few days observing, no stalking, them while remaining unnoticed with the aid of her powers, almost as if she were one with the shadows themselves.

"What a waste of time, at least I’m getting plenty of freebies from looking over these headless chicks," Chie said to herself as she kept on siphoning the residual energies of the Nightmares slain by the light magical girls and taking note of every of their activities, grinning maniacally at the prospect of pouncing them as soon as she was allowed to.

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