KoL

Kurai Majoko: Dark Magical Girls

“iF yOu InSiSt, SpArKlY--” Chie’s voice came out as a feral growl. It looked like her attack wouldn’t stop even when Tama intervened to cover the wasted Soma, at least until she did. An abrupt, jarring motion that seemed to defy laws of conservation of moment itself when the blade of Chie’s spear screeched to a halt a hair’s breadth away from making contact with the other magical girl’s barrier.

“...” Where before was rage now remained only silence as Chie rose head and looked towards some unseen yonder, not unlike a dog listening to a whistle from her owner. “Tsk, you are lucky. But don’t think this is the last time I see you,” Chie said as her voice came back to normal, even if it still had a feral touch to it. “Now that the Puppy is no more, you’ll be the one to give me some fun whether you want it or not,” she added before leaping away in the darkness right as the Nightmares began to crumble and break all around them.

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Kurai Majoko: Dark Magical Girls

@SimpleWriter

I think she's ok as well. You probably can introduce her as soon as this segment of the story is conclude.

Winds of Change: A Re:Creators-Inspired Multiverse RP (Reboot)

BY the way, if I cannot wrap my mind around an idea before you begin, feel free to go without me.

Dungeon Clearer: The Wonderful World of an Adventurer! An Adventurer's Guild RP

“Now that we are s-set, should we get going already?” Leyna said, trying to get a hold of her shaky voice. Sophie’s bragging didn’t settle well with her, though and, while everyone else more or less decided to brush the comment off, Leyna couldn’t do so with a clean conscience.

“Hey, is there a reason for you to be like this? Trust is one of the pillars of an adventuring party, you know?” Lenya asked. The elf tried to be as little confrontational as possible as they left the guild building and found themselves staring at a very peculiar merchant.

Kurai Majoko: Dark Magical Girls

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“Tsk, you gotta do better if you wanna stop me, SHIELDY!” Chie yelled -- no, howled -- as she plunged through the still-forming tower. The dark-haired magical girl smashed against rock and vines, not even trying -- or being actually able to -- dodge Soma’s spear as it tore away at her, ripping a sizeable hole on her torso as well as taking one of Chie’s eyes with it.

Once Chie finally made it to the ground with a mighty crash, the light magical girls around her would be treated to an interesting sight. Despite her grievous wounds, not a single drop of blood or even gore came out of Chie. Instead of it, a mass of stringy-like darkness poured from her wounds, not unlike the very own nightmares that they fought. However, even more inhuman than that was her maddening grin, like endless rows of toothy fangs, smiling right at the weakened Soma.

“Get yourself together, Shieldy, I haven’t finished with you yet!” Chie(?) howled in a savage voice as she swung her spear in a wide arc intent on smashing Soma like a baseball, throwing the light magical girl against the sturdy walls that she was so proud of.

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Fire Emblem: Conflict

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Another day began at their current camp and, once again, Chiyuri would get up early to do her chores. The greater part of the youngish Mican girl’s day consisted of training to keep both herself and her sword sharp and ready for when they would be needed.

To say the truth, the life of a mercenary wasn’t exactly what Chiyuri had in mind when she left her homeland, but one has to take some baby steps before they are able to run, right? One day she was sure that her hard work would be reward with the fame that she sought, but until then she would keep on persevering. The only thing Chiyuri would think of that would be better is if she could work for a company that took part in some less unsavory commissions.

Once she was done with all of her rounds of training, Chiyuri took a long gulp of the coolest water she could get her hands on and scooped some apples from the kitchen tent and headed out for a walk. It wouldn’t be long before she found herself in a grassy hill not that far away from the camp and spotted a familiar figure seemingly taking a nap there.

With nothing better to do with her time, Chiyuri approached the laying redhead. "Hi there! May I sit around here as well?" she asked while throwing some shade over the other girl’s eyes. "By the way, do you wanna an apple?" Chiyuri said, offering one of the shiny red fruits to Shirley with a smile stamped on her face.

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Fate/esoterica

Kirsi Eirisphere

“DEATH!” Kirsi said in a surprised voice when Caster corrected her mistake with the map. She couldn’t believe that she had slipped up like that right from the beginning of this Holy Grail War. Then again, it wasn’t her fault that this map was that hard to read; indeed, it could only be blamed on the people that thought that adding this much ciphers and secrets to a simple map was a good idea.

“Erm, I guess that I should thank you for that,” Kirsi said to Caster as they began to follow the right path. “I don’t get why these Illuminati had to make everything so complicated. Anyway, do you have any idea of what you’ll do when we win this war? As in… do you have a wish you want to fulfill when we get the Grail?” the youngish-looking blonde asked in a tone that made it sound like she was certain that they had this war in the bag already.

Lancer

“A magus of this era -- one of our enemies, no doubt -- was spying on us through a familiar. At least I don’t believe such a low-effort work would be the creation of a Caster Class Servant. To me, it seems like they are ‘inviting’ us to a duel, if they are being so careless,” Lancer said, answering Kim’s question about her previous comment

“Once you are done, we can leave. I would suggest to be on the lookout for ambushes. In fact, if you wish, we may fly our way back to the city and then you can decide what out next step will be,” Lancer said as she stepped away from the summoning circle. “If you aren’t able to do it on your own, I can carry you,” she offered in a matter of fact way.

Jigokuraku Academy

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“Well, I’m sure that I can get more of them. Don’t worry about me, Houki,” Minami said. The cat girl tapped Houki’s shoulders as they got ready to leave back to Area 5, along with their newest tagalong, and grinned in a confident way. She didn’t want her newest friend (or at least acquaintance) to be too worried to pay attention to the test and do something that could cost herself, or both of theirs, chances to get into the school.

“Are you sure that I shouldn’t stick around and help in the fight as well?” Minami asked once they came within the range of an unexpected villain, before shaking her head. Houki’s suggestion made much more sense in this situation; trying to beat a villain at the cost of the victims lives wasn’t something a hero should do. “Very well then. If you need my help, just send me a message!” she said, pointing to her phone.

Once she distanced herself from the others, Minami resumed searching for any other dummies that she could find using her senses. Preferably in less complicated conditions than the ones she and Houki found before, to try and make it back to the bus faster than the last time.

[Searching for victims at Area 5]

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Fire Emblem: Conflict

@SimpleWriter

I added an ability for Chiyuri's special weapon as well. Take a look and tell me if it's ok or not, please.

Fire Emblem: Conflict

Chiyuri

• 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 - Skill +10, Range +1
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...