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In Tower of Fable → 5 yrs ago Forum: 1x1 Roleplay
Kanbaru Otoko

"Oh hey, is that a mysterious benefactor granting us amazing powers for unknown reasons~? I think it is!" A twinkle of girlish glee beamed from Kanbaru's eyes with an intensity to match a certain geriatric British wizard with a penchant keeping secrets till later books. There was even an overwhelming level of snark and sarcasm wafting from his cloaked visage, his ambivalence breath taking to behold as her went through them one by one. The feeling was downright nostalgic and she couldn't contain a dopey smile as she saw right through to her heart.

"That's Sea Salt-Chan to you, and don't you forget it" Kanbaru said with a wink to the retreating figure. Her hand then shot out on reflex and caught the card which bore no visage, a blank slate that eyed curiously until Umi spoke up from beside her. The girl was rather straight forward and Kanbaru saw no issue with her, finding her rendition of dream curious. It confirmed that it was rather individually tailored as a dive into one's own heart should be.

Umi had ran off in a hurry to try and catch their benefactor with curious questions about a missing person. Her excitement gave way to a cold gleam for only a moment before she pushed out the cheer once more. A girl who went disappearing a month ago. There certainly wasn't a Tower that she had scene...but that could mean it had been there all along, picking people up for who knew how long? This place was a mystery to say the least, but the prospect of it got her heart pumping with a desire to let loose just as she watched Rose and Akilo demonstrate their own skills.

"Nice knives, Rose. It looks like I'm the resident Water Mage here. I even have a really big wand to show for it!" The bluenette said, twirling the overly large key before pressing it to the ground and setting her elbow upon the hilt, propping herself up with the weapon. In the other hand she turned the blank card over, making a show of looking it over before sweeping her gaze across the relative strangers around her. "What say we use this card to find ourselves some monsters to fight? Ooh, or go straight to a treasure room!"
In Tower of Fable → 5 yrs ago Forum: 1x1 Roleplay
"You're a remarkably selfish person."

The words struck her as funny, and she made no secret of her amusement. The shapeless mass of darkness stood in stark contrast to the glass tablou she stood upon. Just looking down at her feet made her want to snort at the monument to vanity her dream had conjured. Or was a monument to introspection? Kanbaru didn't know, and it didn't matter whose visage they stood on.

"You say you're ready to move on, but your heart...your heart aches for it. Such self delusion could only be called selfish."

"Hmm, perhaps your right." The bluenette conceded with a nod, an undercurrent of energy tingling from her curled toes to her crown of her head as she stepped closer to the mass of concentrated malice. Her doubts made manifest, the lingering will of a Dark Mahou Shoujo who feasted on negativity for many happy monthes. If she squinted she'd see the coat billowing in a breeze that wasn't there and a mask pushing out puffs of chilled breath that never was. "Or maybe, I know my heart all to well."

Her hand thrust forward, uncaring of the feeling of wrongness creeping along her skin as it breeched the darkness.

"This changes nothing!"

The darkness seethed, roiling with anger and creeping along her arm to swallow her in its bitterness. Only for Kanbaru's hand to clench upon a solid shaft, and with it came a blinding light. Without sight she wrenched her arm back, the darkness evaporating into the air as a peculiar rod was held before her. A peculiar...wand.

"No, I guess it doesn't."


Kanbaru awoke from a nostalgic dream, and found herself upright before a monolithic hall. Her body shifted and she realized she was garbed in elaborate fabrics and armor, her hand curled fiercely around the handle of the biggest key she'd ever seen, yet instinctively she knew what it was and what it could do.

Or rather, what she could do. This was her Heart made manifest, after all. Finding a warmth suffusing her chest as magic was once more a part of her life, she lifted her gaze to those around her and let her disappointment show. They weren't her friends. Heck, they weren't even her enemies from before. They were one and all, strangers in a strange land.

"Nice to see we're all friendly here. Howdy there, Umi." The bluenette waved to the shy girl who introduced herself, strolling over towards the others as she got a feel for the new clothes. They were far less billowy and menacing then what she was used to, but the lack of drag was at least good for not getting snagged in a scuffle. "I'm Kanbaru. I take it everyone else had an interesting dream too? Don't suppose you know any cats with televisions for heads in them, did y'all?"
In Tower of Fable → 5 yrs ago Forum: 1x1 Roleplay
In Denizens of the Madhouse → 5 yrs ago Forum: Character Sheets


Agatha Smith | Herakles| F | 14 | Unaligned


Personal Dossier
Physical Description
Standing at 5’6”, Agatha has sharp features and a smile that could cut an NC to ribbons. Hair once flaxen has long since gone gray, which is pulled into a loose bun. Deep set green eyes and a pointed nose. Some people have told her she has the face of a 1st grade Math teacher who takes joy in assigning homework over the weekend. While not a weightlifter, she has a solid frame from years of hard work on the surface. Tends to wear a faded burgundy vest over an oil stained grey jumpsuit.

Personality Traits
Steadfast
Maternal
Good Humored

Stubborn
Guilt Ridden
Reckless

Effects of Polaris Shift
Perfect Synchronization yet to be achieved.

Personal History
Born and raised on the surface, Agatha always knew she was a special snowflake. At the bizarrely typical age of 14, she was found compatible to pilot an NC. Like so many before her she was drawn into piloting a bipedal weapon of mass destruction and had many mercantile adventures as an independent NC operator that aren’t worth recollection. The kinds of adventures that blur together but can often be summed up as, ‘Go to exotic locations, meet interesting people, and kill them’.

Throughout her ventures she had a loyal mechanic who would have followed her to hell and back by the name of Albert Smith. He wasn’t particularly handsome or clever, but he was loyal, sweet, and won over her affections through his perseverance. At 27 Agatha was married, by 28 she had a daughter and another on the way. Finding their means of employment too dangerous to foster a family, they decided it was prudent for Agatha to set aside the adventuring for a more sedentary lifestyle. Investing their considerable saving towards setting up shop in a scrapyard, Agatha began a new life as a mother and family woman.

For years, that was good enough. All the effort she had put forth piloting her NC was directed towards running the scrapyard and raising her kids. There wasn’t the same rush that came with piloting a multi-ton automaton, but she was satisfied for a time.

Then the children grew up, and left the nest to find out their own destinies. To be the special snowflakes that have fantastical opportunities all lined up for the taking if they only go out and claim them. Her husband of 29 years had grown ill and passed peacefully in his sleep.

That left Agatha, with a job she didn’t care for and no one relying upon her. Most would have considered this time to retire, settle down and indulge herself before the inevitable end, but she couldn’t. Even with the best years of her life in the past, she knew she had more to give. Firing up the old NC, which had been used as a makeshift crane for the scrapyard, she went out to recapture her lost glory, but found there wasn’t any demand for someone so long out of the game. The only ones as desperate as she was where the good folks down at New Anchorage, and they just so happened to be looking for any pilot that would come their way.

Tactical Preferences and Skills
Spatial Awareness: Between years of combat and decades of navigating shifting heaps of torn metal and forgotten scrap, Agatha has an excellent sense for the environment around her and any shifts within her proximity. Her youngest child joked she had a had a sixth sense for falling debris, but Agatha insisted she was just more willing to listen to all her sense then most.

Confrontational: There's no horsing around when the call to action arises. Up front and to the point, she'll tackle a problem head on even if it's not the most tactful or polite. It caused her no ends of trouble but she'd argue it's saved her life just as often.

Strong Constitution: Retirement didn't dull Agatha's drive to stay in top shape as much as she could. Finding healthy food wasn't the easiest thing away from the cities, but she maintained a routine workout regiment and abstained from the typical vices of alcohol and tobacco. Chocolate was a rarity saved for her daughter's birthdays, and the only coffee she drank was decaf. A commitment made all the more trying by the other member's of her family having no such compunctions, but it is a trial she has endured with good cheer and will power.

Notes
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Neural Combatant
Codename
Herakles

Type
Bipedal | Close Range - Medium Range

Squad Role
Assault

NC Description
A medium sized mech balancing armor and speed, differentiated from most bipedal NCs by it's emphasis on hands-free integrated weaponry and a reliance on laser weaponry. A lack of an expansive radiator system keeps the use of its laser weapons to short instances with longer cooldowns between engagements, prompting a reliance on close quarters combat and use of auxiliary missile launchers.

Weapons and Armaments
Dual Oscillating Laser Armatures: Each of Herakles' arms features two light laser batteries, firing in a three ray burst before alternating barrels to fire from, mitigating the heat build up somewhat while keeping the fire rate low enough there can be some semblance of accuracy. Due to the NC's arms being designed around the weapon's integration, it's firing angle in no way inhibits the free articulation of Herakles' hands.

Chassis Mounted Medium Laser: A heavier laser then the arm integrated variants effective at medium range, meant to hammer targets at a safer distance. Has greater penetrating power at the expense of being wildly inaccurate while moving unless at extreme close range, as well as limited rate of fire.

Four Quintuple Missile Arrays: Fitted to the shoulders with deployable armored canopy for added protection. Payload constitutes 10 airburst flechette missiles programmed to arch upwards and detonate at a designated range above ground for maximum dispersal. The remaining 10 missiles are willy pete obscure visuals and thermals on top of their intended purpose.

Reinforced Fists: Self evident in their purpose, but sporting added armor along the finger exteriors in order to improve striking power and protection from impact. Precludes the use of any delicate small arms by NC scales, though heavier armaments are feasible.
In Tower of Fable → 5 yrs ago Forum: 1x1 Roleplay
In Tower of Fable → 5 yrs ago Forum: 1x1 Roleplay
@TheWindel



In Kurai Majoko: Dark Magical Girls → 5 yrs ago Forum: Casual Interest Checks
The RPs on hiatus due to irreconcilable differences. Don't come on over.
In Kurai Majoko: Dark Magical Girls → 5 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay

The lack of any follow up upon the events of the slumber party left Kanbaru feeling unsettled. A sentiment that must have been shared as Touka didn't bother to bring them together for a meeting as per the norm. Not that the bluenette could fault such actions, especially when the hunting was so poor ever since.

A few days of minimal Nightmare activity, and the tension was still mounting amid seeming tranquility.

The setting sun was met with the roar of an engine, the bluenette enjoying a ride on her motorcycle through the city. She had no destination in mind, seeking only to burn the nervous energy roiling beneath the skin. A part of that was from the surge of magic they all absorbed from the slumber party, but the majority was simply uncertainty.

"I wish things would settle down. Strength is nice and all, but not at the expense of our beauty sleep." The bluenette sighed, slumping forward as she idled at a red light. "Murder. Strangers. Bigger Nightmares. Feels like things are just spinning out of control..."

Tsuruga Deishuu


Her life had become a waking nightmare with no end in sight. Surely Tsuruga would have fallen into a bottomless pit of despair at the cruelty of reality if not for the reassuring presence of Kuro, the adorably transformed Mascot whose health and well being hinged upon Tsuruga keeping it together. Kuro shared in her torment, unable to shield herself from the madness that was having Ami live with her.

"My home. Ruined. A pigsty unfit for human habitation!" Tsuruga cried from the stoop of her home, a sleepy looking Kuro leaning against her to passively sap her warmth. It was a small comfort that the mascot was so easy to handle when Tsuruga's partner now defiled her home in the wake of the slumber party, and not for the first time did the dramatic young girl wonder if she'd be better off moving into the wreck of Ami's home. Sure, it was still winter and it had only half of its walls still standing, but she could clean up the rubble and make it tidy if nothing else.

"And I still think she was the one chewing my hair as we slept. There's no way it could be you, Kuro..."
In Kurai Majoko: Dark Magical Girls → 5 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay

A sharp pain that the Nightmare couldn't ignore resonated from its jaw already stretched to the limits of its musculature to douse Ami's apartment in its miasmic breath. Yet it couldn't close its gaping maw to draw the Miasma back in, its head paralyzed in place from the swift strikes of Apia's stingers. The Behemoth didn't know panic or fear, but it knew confusion as its greatest weapon and shield was pumped out in one direction while every other was assailed by stings and bites.

It's indecision at being so effectively countered provided all the opening that Machiko needed, her lance obliterating the Nightmare's once fearsome head, and with it, the body gave out under its own weight and fell into a pile of steadily fading Nightmare matter. The corpse and the miasma converted into a palatable magical essense before surging towards the assembled girls with more vigor then before.

A veritable horde of power struck them, forcing those still untransformed into their Magical Attire and even repairing Ami's in full, suffused them all. An intoxicating rush that would have taken a good month of non-stop hunting, drunk in full in but the start of the night off for the Dark Girls.

Tsuruga's wings snapped outwards in full, tearing through the walls of Ami's kitchnes and exposing it to the street outside while she bounced with a manic energy, her face buried in the mop of Kuro's hair. Then she spun, and her wings ensured Ami would not have much of an apartment to return to.

"Well, that was not how I'd have liked to be introduced to this." The Code Keeper remarked, periodically ducking a metal wing while her shorter compatriots plus Seyrun went unharmed. That Nightmare was something else, but it was a shame they needed to trash the place to get a shot at killing it. Her gaze flickered from the two magical girls standing over the Nightmare's remains, tacitly sliding passed Ami and the meltdown she'd cause, to land on Seyrun. "Umm, welcome to the Club. Next party is at your place."

The night closed without further attack. In fact, there was not a Nightmare to be seen. An unnatural stillness, waiting to be broken by the first cast stone.
In Kurai Majoko: Dark Magical Girls → 5 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
@LuckyBlackCat@floodtalon@Gardevoiran@KoL@TheWindel

Theme
This Nightmare was not the easy prey Ayumu expected. The specters of Mascots did not cause an iota of deviation in its gaze, slow steps drawing in closer to the home without even acknowledging them. This didn't change when the illusions turned feral and the great cats leaped towards the Nightmare to try and rake across its flanks.

The reasoning for this was shockingly self evident, as the Shadow cats melted upon contact with the miasma of darkness surrounding the beast. Not a grunt was heard, their forms dissolved before even striking the creature's hide. What magic constituted Ayumu's illusions was so paltry it made no visibly difference in the Nightmare's aura, but that was soon to change with Ami bursting forward and burying her boot into the Behemoth's face.

Four eyes flashed with acknowledgement, howling at finally being struck even as the firey Magical Girl darted back with waves of fire following in her wake. Just as the illusions were, the flames too were swallowed up by the miasma, and now it would be obvious that the cloud was growing in proportion to the magic pumped into it. It rose outwards and upwards, like the burner on a stove that tappered to a flickering bulb of ravenous hunger fuelled by the immaterial attacks.

From where Ami landed, she'd feel a sudden weakness in her leg and looking upon it would reveal patchwork holes like the left over feasting of mothes upon her Magical Girl transformation, stripping it away to glimpse the pajamas she wore moments prior. She would feel a dip in her magical reserves, stolen away to feed their adversary whose form was lost entirely in the miasma.

Apia's efforts where to fair little better, the bees more substantial then illusions and flame yet so small that they were lost to the darkness before they could complete their second revolution of its leg. Apia's warieness would spare her Ami's ill effect if she broke off from her attack, but if she continued her stinger would only secure a single strike before melting along with the garments across her arm and chest, such was the depth of its rapidly increased aura.

Then came another beastly roar, this time one of pain, as a tightly woven spear of wire tore its defense and struck the beast's hide. It melted just the same, but lasted enough for the spearhead to punch through and give the Nightmare cause to tear its ravenous eyes from Kuro and acknowledge the Magical Girls threatening it.

It followed the bellow with a great inhalation, the force of its breath pulling at the wild hair of the assembled girls as it drew in debris, detritus, and its own miasma into painfully distended jaws. The Nightmare's visage was revealed once again, bright red crag's bristling with magical power just beneath its hide. So much more then the Detention Club would harvest in a month of non-stop hunting, now crammed into one beast whose aura was condensed into a ball of ravenous intent.

Kanbaru watched the initial exchange play out with a calculating gaze, widening marginally at the ineffectiveness of their attacks up till the Club President struck a blow worthy of reprisal. At least we can be certain this thing isn't a secret speedster.

However there was little else to celebrate when she connected the dots and realized what it was planning. A surge of panic forced her to fall to one knee and slam both her hands into the ground. The front of Ami's house where the rest of the Club stood paralyzed in shock was encased in a solid sheet of ice, plugging up the broken windows with feet upon feet of blackened ice just as the Nightmare's inhalation ended.

A moment later, and it released a breath that carried the miasma in a wave of darkness surging toward the residence. The street, sidewalk, and building itself were entirely unaffected by the murky tide, but on contact the ice sizzled and melted, inches disappearing in seconds. The barrier would last precious little, but for the magical girls it would have to be enough.

"Everyone, move it or lose it!" The Code Keeper barked out, sprinting into the kitchen after Seyrun, holding the door just long enough that Tsuruga came in right after her, still in her pajamas with Kuro pulled to her chest in a death grip. The Iron Winged Magical girl was cursing under her breath, her wings too much of a hassle to transform into in such a cramped space.

There were precious few moments left before the last of the ice gave way and filled the main room with the Nightmare's miasma. To those girls still outside and away from the directed attack, they'd find the Nightmare exposed without the protection of its aura.
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