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Denizens of the Madhouse

Deishuu, Tsuruga - Dark Magical Girl Tenshi

Casual Appearence

Pre-Corruption

Post-Corruption

• Name: Deishuu, Tsuruga
• Title: Tenshi
• Age: 16
• Emblem: The skeleton of wings stretching from the nape of her neck to her shoulders.

• Devil Arm: Before corruption Tsuruga only had one wing of peerless white feathers. With only the one she could fight but never fly, bound to the earth save the occasional glide. Post corruption, the flesh has given way to metal and the wing now has a twin. An infinitely more aggressive form, and one that brought the freedom of flight without restriction to her.

• Magic: Repulsion, the magic of expelling objects with greater force as they drew nearer to her Devil Arm and self. Pre-corruption it was a handy defense and could crush nightmare's if activated in close range. Post-corruption and Tsuruga can repel herself into the skies, rejecting the air beneath or around her to sharply change direction and maneuver, while her mechanized wings can utilize it to confer greater force behind blows. It functions consciously and can only be maintained for a second at peak force before rapidly diminishing, meaning it can't function as an automatic defense.

• Background: Paranoia. Anxiety. Mistrust. Characteristics held close to Tsuruga's chest, keeping her mind ill at ease and her heart roiling even as the moon hangs high. An irrational fear of the unknown and known has dominated her as long as she could recall, growing steadily with the passing years till the innocence of youth was left behind and she found her teenage years consumed by self doubt. Every perceived misstep lingered just beyond the forefront of her mind, waiting for a moment's carelessness to slip forward as fresh and clear as when they'd occurred. Tiny, inconsequential faux-pas that accumulated into chains upon her person.

Powerless against her own irrational mind she smiled and suffered with the same breaths, taking what she could even when it was ash upon her tongue. Hardly sleeping, hardly living, caught in a limbo of concern that overwrite any triumph with past failings like so many un-buried corpses whose stench has soiled the earth around her.

It was something she reconciled herself, resigned to the function of her being with no recourse but to either carry on or collapse, and the later was far from appealing. She could make peace with the absence of peace, till a tv-headed mascot approached her with an offer even her rampant mind couldn't have worried her over. An offer so alien it drowned out all other concerns, stilled her heart, and brought a clarity that was wholly alien yet welcome.

A one winged angel of justice took to the streets, banishing literal Nightmare's that could be seen, grappled, and destroyed. The catharsis of a physical enemy that Tsuraga could engage with was refreshing and for a time, it was enough. Just enough, to silence her quivering heart and let her collapse into blissful exhaustion at the end of each night. Day to day life felt so inconsequential compared to her nightly pursuits they hardly bothered her for a time.

But familiarity is a funny thing. With repetition it comes and makes what was once exciting pedantic, and the constant grind of nightly battles with no conclusion robbed her of her fragile surety. Cracks splintered outwards, and she desperately tried to patch them with greater effort, throwing herself into the hunting of Nightmare's till she didn't care an iota for those she was supposed to be protected. To be faster, stronger, and better then she was before. To outrun her failings with little more then a wing and a prayer was impossible. Tsuruga Deishuu didn't know when she fell. When the feathers fell away and cold metal took their place.

She thought it happened in her sleep.

Sample Post

It's a well established notion that human's don't look up. It takes effort to encourage the neck to bend that far back.

Thus she could feel remarkably alone hanging amid the clouds over Miso city, the air frigid and thin this high up. Tsuruga knew being a magical girl gave her some added resilience to the elements so she didn't question her ability to linger even as the wind tore at her exposed skin. It was grounding to be ensconced in the physicality of it all, her fingers splayed wide at her sides as the air pressed against it with enough force to almost fool her into believing another hand had intertwined with her own.

She released a breath, a briefly lived wisp of cold air swiftly dashed against her cheek as she craned her head back. The moon was shrouded by even higher clouds, meaning there was no light to catch off her wings to be glimpsed down below. Not that anyone normal could even see her, but they were beneath her notice till the sun rises and she is forced to suffer beneath their gaze. Tsuruga's eyes snapped open as her spine followed her backwards tilt, turning her entire body till she suddenly plummeted fully inverted. Talons of air pierced her through and through, yet her wings were unerring and the most minute of twitches on their part kept her fall straight and true.

A mob of nightmare's grazed oblivious to this, bearing all the awareness of grazing cattle. The whistle of wind hadn't even reached them before a missile struck with force enough to fracture the earth and flatten the center of the horde in a broad circle. Tsuruga hovered a feet off the ground, her hair buffeting as a flap of her wings righted her to the earth's orientation and she landed softly upon the crater.

"Tch." Her teeth sank sharply into her tongue as her gaze flicked away in disgust, the nightmare's advancing without concern for the other's sudden eradication. "Too soon. Not enough force for the entire group."

Tsuruga could do better. She had to do better, if only for herself. Working her hand across her scalp she threw her hair back, radiating contempt as darkness crept across her boots and the Nightmare's slid close enough to subsume her...

A beat of her wings, the crater expanded, and she returned to her vigil amidst the clouds.

Fate/Solipsistic Chaos

Richard Montag

That was certainly a corpse in front of them. Fresh and none too clean if Richard were to hazard an assessment of it. He could tell the sight was upsetting to his Servant, no doubt any innocent slaughtered in this war would upset the chivalrous fellow.

All Richard could see was a source of combustible gas if he needed a landmine at this master's feet.

He wasn't bereft of empathy, but he was a Magus. By matter of writ they accepted that their path was one lined with corpses and hardship, so rather then seeing the corpses as a loss of life, Richard analyzed it as a reflection of the Master.

Callous. Sloppy. Lacking in forethought. Traits ascribed to a rank amateur or someone with enough clout to afford such arrogance, and with the first words spilling from the golden Servant's lips, he knew it likely the latter. The figure before them was positively ancient, exuding a casual grace and power that was the stuff of legend. His Servant almost seemed a cosplayer in comparison, though he knew that was more a feeling from Saber's adaptation to the time's when compared to this Servant's bold faced rejection of it.

Idly he drew out a cigar, casually holding it pinched between two fingers unlit while moved towards Saber and clasped the tensed Servant's shoulder. "I thought it obvious you share the company of the most stalwart of Servants, the noble Saber. I'm sure you can understand him not waving his sword around in good company, even if makes discernment less then instantaneous."

"Perhaps you could summon your adviser so we can exchange proper greetings? A waste of precious time to repeat ourselves for the benefit of the absent."

---

Archer - Semiramis

Archer paused, eyeing the man before her with trepidation and something bordering on concern as lip twitched with uncertainty at the offered hand in the wake of his speech. Whatever image of the mysterious man from the mysterious conspiracy fighting in a mysterious war had promptly been shattered by his exuberance.

After a long minute of indecision, she decided expression trumped decorum and wrapped both arms around her gut as she laughed from the depth of her core into the office. It was a melodic sound, and if pressed she would deny there being an un-lady like snort when her humor got the best of her. When she finally righted herself and set her gaze upon Thompson, she took his hand and raised his knuckles to her lips in a mimicry of a knight to their favored lady.

"You are a singularly strange man, Omega. A child playing at adulthood, wrapped in sinister conspiracy with their ideals intact. I'd thought you made of stone, but instead you wear it like a coat and discard it haste in my confidence. You're either a good actor, or a desperate one, but that matters not. I'll be by your side from henceforth, so please continue to entertain me. Conquest and governance are dull tasks without passions to warm the dull nights of their tedium."

Kurai Majoko: Dark Magical Girls

Kanbaru Otoko

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An overwhelming attack met an unstoppable defense, and Kanbaru's assault faltered as reality itself strained to strike out and shatter her arctic assault. Twin waves of ice utterly ceased to be as the impacted the barriers of Bastion and were destroyed with the collapse of the veritable minefield. Having ridden one herself, the Icy Magical Girl was flung forward and over, passing the maelstrom with no opportunity for a fancy landing and tumbling into the snow banks along the lake.

She unashamedly laid there a few seconds longer then would have been prudent if Luna were still gunning for her, before rising up and dusting the powder from her coat. Her gaze leveled itself firmly upon the untouched Light girl still unmoved amidst the ground ice and snow falling harmlessly around her, and she contemplated how keen Bastion would be to remain standing there if the ground were to swallow her up and make her an ice statue.

It was amidst the debate between a slow or fast freeze that the matter was pulled out of her hands entirely. The cavalry had stopped bludgeoning each other and put their violent tendencies to use on their attackers. Kanbaru could scarcely picture a more welcome sight, and seeing as she'd done her job in holding off the Light Girls for a bit, she opted to take Chie's role of 'Fight Supervisor.'

---

A crushed can of green tea struck the rim of a metal trash can and tumbled inside, it's departure into the waste receptacle almost as speedy as the Light Girls from the impromptu battlefield. Whether that spoke more to the speed of battle or Kanbaru's capacity to chug while thirsty was anyone's guess, but the fact of the matter was that the evening was FUBAR and she had no orders to stick around.

"Alright people, you all did good tonight. So keep on keeping on, and I'm going to use a cat as a pillow." Kanbaru declared to the scattered masses of violent but miraculously functioning members of society. In the calm following the storm of brief but energetic combat, Kanbaru almost felt a genuine kinship towards them that would have compelled her to lend a helping hand.

"Meh." She turned and trotted off towards with her hands in her pockets and her hood down, the evening wind whipping her hair back. As an after thought she flicked her arm back and snapped, causing her icy constructs from the battle to splinter, fracture, and fall apart into less conspicuous chunks. There. I helped.

That Chie was probably patrolling in the shadow of her Shatter Point shot was pure coincidence, a coincidence that warmed Kanbaru's heart for the walk home.

Fate/Solipsistic Chaos

Archer - Semiramis

There was a demon on the base, and it was a horror they had invited in. She walked their halls clad in regalia of ebon silk, layered plates and gleaming horns, the gait of monarch among the peasants marking her passage as she favored one and all with a disarming smile from beneath the lip of her hood. Rather then be met with terror or the veneer of cold professionalism, those she passed responded in kind, there eyes glazing with unabashed reverence in her passing. If she so desired she could have stopped the surliest NCO, man or woman, and had them at her leisure.

But such distractions, while fun, where hardly anything to be called fulfilling. There was certainly none of either to be had with what had constituted as her Master, one who had no agency and existed solely as the cog of another's scheme. This meant she herself was one such machine toiling for another's benefit. It wasn't an unfamiliar position, as what was the governance of a nation but the conspiracy of one's benefit over the advancement of their neighbors? She could understand, and she could even applaud Thomas' foresight in summoning her, but he would have come to regret leaving her idle were it not for his sudden need for her.

Before her came to be a door, the ring of her grieves turning mum as she considered it and the man there beyond. She'd seen him in passing, glances taken of the man whose command dominated this base and whose ambitions encompassed the whole of the Grail War and beyond. They may not have entirely been his own ambitions to start with, but it was plain to see the lengths he would go were only limited by the means at his disposal. A disposition that brought a pleased upwards curved to her lips.

"I believe you called for a Plan B." Semiramis, Queen of Assyria and the Servant Archer, declared in a playfully coy fashion as she entered the Free Mason's office. With arms crossed beneath her chest she crossed the distance and sat on the corner of his desk, making every effort to be comfortable and bemused in the face of such a stolid Master. "Though if you're going to be my Master, perhaps you could refer to me by a more complimentary title. I'd settle for Archer if you insist on formality."

Kurai Majoko: Dark Magical Girls

@Noxx@KoL

Kanbaru Otoko

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"I didn't know the Miso City Park had a homeless problem." Kanbaru seethed as the other Light Girls intervened faster then it took for Kanbaru to fall back to the ice. A veritable wall of greenery absorbed her shots, the leafy fronds dead and bowed under the weight of icy spikes now encrusting it's top. At the very least they'd pose a hazard if anyone else fell straight down upon them, while she'd have no issue smoothing them into ramps or platforms before being threatened by an icy patch ever again.

Of course, there was the still the matter of Kanbaru fighting four Light Magical Girls by herself. That was a tall order even on a good night, and at the moment she didn't even have her motorcycle for added mobility. Instead she was in free fall, firing like mad at a barrier of frozen vine, only for a magically constructed wall to rise on top of that and block her entirely. "Look at that. The Hobos can build their own igloos. Maybe they'll get an elementary school education ne-!"

It was then she was struck with a bright flash, far too bright to be natural but effective all the same. For all the protection from gas and wind her outfit gave, it was lacking in sunglasses and she was too focused on the ground to look away. The Icy Magical Girl cried out in alarm, the gun fire ceasing as she crossed her arms before her face to shield herself from the light and inevitable reprisal that would follow. Kanbaru wasn't disappointed when she was buffeted like a leaf hurled into the turbine of a passing plane, her body inexplicably sore before a parting kick drastically altered her trajectory.

Fortuna saw the waiting Magical Girl no doubt hoping to get her shot in while she was reeling from Luna's assault. With a snarl from behind her mask, she flipped so she flew feet first and raised the ice beneath her like a wave of frozen water, catching her fall into a controlled slide atop the crest of it. All of which still bored down on Bastion. "I'm not so easy a foursome is enough to wear me down. I've got stamina to go all night."

She considered shooting Bastion, but having seen what could only be her wall block it already, she holstered both weapons on a harness beneath her billowing coat. Kanbaru reached out and focused on fighting with her magic, a second wave of ice rising from the lake and coming in from behind Bastion. She could block if she wanted but Kanbaru would bury her for it.

Fate/Solipsistic Chaos

Richard Montag

The Master of Saber blinked owlishly from the front passenger seat, struck still by the exaggerated response of the first Master he came across. He'd been prepared for anything from blatant psychopaths to arrogant and powerful archmagi. "On a sliding scale of one to ten, that girl managed to exceed and fail my wildest expectations."

I mean, she's not wrong. It would be alarmingly easy to kill her in such an enclosed space, but considering we'd both have Servants, that goes both ways. Richard thought as he brought a hand through his hair, eyes closed as though blocking out the Servant left in their path. With a heavy sigh he brought down his arm and propped on the open window while he stuck his head out to better address the waiting Heroic Servants.

"So, I'm going to assume your a Lancer by the whole spear and lack of horse. We're not looking for a fight first thing out of the gate, so Saber and I are going to get out of your hair. I'm sure we'll find another road to take, so don't worry about showing us out, we'll get the door ourselves." Richard said, not feeling up to watching a Servant when the opposing Servant didn't even have a Master who'd stay to watch. He wasn't looking for a fight, but he wasn't keen on being sidelined if one broke out either.

"Come on Saber, we'll see if Lancer's Master is less jittery another time."

Kurai Majoko: Dark Magical Girls

@1Charak2

I'm liking your character for the role she serves, though I'm curious how far her awareness extends. Omniscient? Eyes in back of head? Or is she limited to her physical bodies senses?

Fate/Solipsistic Chaos

Richard Montag

From Downtown to Historical District

If there was a word to describe the company of Saber, it would have to be; Refreshing. There was a boundless enthusiasm and energy that assured Richard there would be nothing wrong with this war, and that complimented his own casual confidence remarkably well. He had to suppose it did the same for Saber, given Richard wouldn't have to think hard to postulate how most Master's wouldn't think kindly on their Servant acting as handymen and hired muscle for every Tom, Dick, and Jane who passes them by.

He wasn't one to turn down the good karma for small deeds, so it worked out well for everyone.

The only one who wasn't blessed by their union was the poor salesmen who sold them the minivan they now drove from their base of operations, a weathered old machine that was still in working order. Seeing the haggling skills of a heroic spirit from times where barter was a more common form of exchange is nothing if not fascinating.

"I could back a currency with your promises Saber. Good to know this'll be a cheery outing around town." Richard declared from the passenger seat, assured that his Servant was the more adept driver out of the two as they cruised from the downtown area through the Historical District, their route aiming for the forest but not at any great speed.

"Seems someone has already responded to that earlier challenge, so let's take our time and see if we can pick up anyone moving about towards it. Would certainly be easier talking in pairs then in a mosh pit." Richard said, peering out the window with peculiar intensity, his glasses oscillating between various spectrum of light to try and detect anything that might signal conflict or bizarre passage. So far they hadn't discovered anything amidst the Historical District, but they weren't doing anything to conceal themselves either, so perhaps another Master and Servant would find them first.

Kurai Majoko: Dark Magical Girls

@I Need A Name

So how does a pure healer save people from Nightmares? Does Cleansing Touch burn them away?

Kurai Majoko: Dark Magical Girls

My mistake, she was on the side of the lake. Hard to keep it straight when the fight was aborted two times over before the light girls arrived.

So your post is fine as is, Simple