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Tower of Fable

@Sonnambula@ShadowSunRisen

Kanbaru Otoko

When Riku had chosen to absorb the Lola card, she had earned the cards irritation with her. The Serei had chosen to offer no help with using it's powers nor point out how to better use it than simply giving the princess a pair of fluffy ears and tail. Cathardt was similarly silent with Thomas, though that was its nature and he was neither fond nor opposed to his holder.

But when the red eyed whale appeared before them, interposing herself between them and the dragon as she rallied them to violence against it, both Serei stirred. The wolf smelled an enemy and knew the Dragon was not it, while the feline hissed at the injustice unfolding before them. They restlessly growled to their Hosts as Kanbaru petered out, finding her lies falling on deaf ears.

There was a shimmer moving over her shoulders, the JSTR's presence just barely noticable to the two alone as it's arms curled covetously around Kanbaru's neck. The whale quirked her head, the motion now clearly in response to her parasite and not the two before her, only to settle on a savage smirk.

"Man, you two have some unlucky Serei. That naughty doggy and the Dos Equis cat really are headaches. Well, not that it matters any if you ignore them. So, why don't you put those pets in time out and help us fight the dragon? It's the quickest way out of this Abyss, and I don't think any of us have been enjoying our time in this prison."

Kanbaru wore an easy smile and conjured her sword, resting it over her shoulder as she half turned, baring a shoulder to both the pair and the dragon with her carmine eyes closed, projecting a comfort in her position that was marred by the intensity with which her parasite was eyeing Riku and Thomas.

"Or just find a rock and pop-a-squat while we sort it out. I don't expect a single dragon to be much trouble, but if you're one of those PETA folks looking to save the animals, we're gonna be having an awfully stern conversation."

Silver Gate Academy [Accepting New Players]

Lorelai De Windt

In the infintisimal silence between the crowds settling down and the match to begin, Lorelai centered herself not in anger or righteousness, but the nugget of untarnished joy that set her stomach aflutter. Neither of the feelings that saw her throwing herself into the maws of monsters and murderers would serve well in a tourney, where neither side truly saw the death of the other. Instead she savored the clash like she did her spar with Helena.

If she stopped to think on it, she may have noticed Helena had no such troubles calling upon Anger to try and strike down the unwitting blonde, but ignorance was bliss, and Lorelai was a blessedly happy person.

Then the match began and her spear's haft sang past her palm, it's tip deflected off the shield rapidly braced over her opponents heart. The holy warrior took the text book blow and turned it sidewards, opening the way for her sword arm to lunge forward in a rigid slash. There was no hesitation to the move, drilled until the girl was performing them as second nature, which is why Lorelai had made no attempt to avoid the shield parry in the first place.

Rather then struggle with bringing her weapon under control she had her body swing with it as she advanced, her foe getting a view of Lorelai's back as she stepped into the attack and grit her teeth as a fist curled around the sword's pommel met her shoulder pauldron rather then the leading edge of a sword. Inside her guard she wrought her retribution with the butt of her Yari driven sharply under the girl's breast plate. With the air rapidly driven from her she buckled forward, finding her sword arm seized by Lorelai as the Silvergate student graciously crouched down with her to keep the arm from popping out of the socket.

Less gracious was when Lorelai put her Tengu training to work and leaped into the air, spear dropped in her passage as she wrapped her legs around the Holy Knight and executed her Signature Move in a manner more befitting a grappler then a lancer such as herself. But she would hardly question the result when she crashed into the ground atop a battered enemy-turned-mattress.

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Having proven even a heavily armored knight can fly, if not under their own control, Lorelai was feeling enthused for her second opponent. Granted her legs would sore and bruised for days to come, as crashing an armored body between them was a bit like riding a bareback on a dinosaur- It only works so long as it doesn't have spikes or edges.

Her second opponent was an archer, a match up that seemed poor for her opponent but she wasn't going to judge. The match began and neither of them wasted a second, an arrow notched and flying before Lorelai could seize the initiative with a lunge. Instead she turned herself sideways, bearing her minimal armor forwards as she gave a vertical swing to intercept the arrow. Whether it was magical or not, the Yari cared nothing for it and slayed the projectile, but more were soon to follow. Keeping her profile narrow she advanced with each stroke, hacking away at arrows till she closed into lunging distance.

To her surprise the Archer chose to meet the blow bow to shaft, the hearty thwack of hardened woods resounding between them. Wearing an exultant smile at the chance for close combat in such an unconventional state she didn't advance or retreat, keeping at the range her foe could swing and bash while Lorelai had to handle her shaft at the midpoint.

The vibrations of repeated blows ringing through calloused hands, a flurry she savored as they swung away at one another till the repitition was a dance with it's own inertia. But such things could not last forever and it only took a shortening of Lorelai's grasp to make the next clash have Lorelai catch the bow between her blade and it's prongs, thrusting forward to wrench it from the archer's hands as the shaft came across her neck in an implied threat.

Lorelai could have kept fighting but an unarmed Archer was not keen on taking a pointless.

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These posts are looking more like essays at these sizes...

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This is why Scotland wasn't allowed a Magical Girl till now. They'd have won their independence ages ago otherwise, but it seems Merlin's suppression of the Isles has let one slip by.

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So do we pick our Roommates or is the GM going to have a tiger spit up a random number generator to do it? Personally I like the mental trauma of putting my wallflower in a room with Olivia, who would be equally good for her as well as being someone entirely immune to the eerie ness of Xolys while transformed but hiding under her sheets otherwise.

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Suzuya: Was given a dorm in the janitor's closet. Has to share her bedroll space with a mop bucket that never gets cleaned.

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There we go, a Suzuya post. It's rough being a foreigner, a wallflower, and being the new girl whose quickly overshadowed by another flashier New girl.

Now she just needs someone to accidentally kick sand in her face to complete her suffering.

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Suzuya Kuzunoha

Burning Heart watched the Pageless fall from a respectful distance, eyes steady as she observed the clash of near half a dozen strikes upon the monster. There was no harmony to be found in it, but a heart warming unity of purpose saw each blow open a crack in the Pageless and widen it, creating a path for the newborn Magical Girl to strike true. The Japanese Magical Girl's grimoire pulsed with approval, an echo of a pulse running alongside Suzuya's own that took joy from seeing the birth of a noble Onna Musha as she was nurtured to this moment of conception by the efforts of her seniors. It was a moment of noblity in birth, the grace of matrons elevating a maiden into a sisterhood that persisted against the encroaching dark time and time again.

It was everything Suzuya had ached for and would never have. Not a week into her life as a Magical Girl and already could she see another be inducted with all the fan faire and acceptance of a story book made manifest. There was bile on her tongue, it's acrid taste mixed with the ash lining her throat to make for a bitter concoction to swallow.

But she didn't need the domination of her Grimoire to force back her resentment, as she hadn't the heart to sully such a moment and her powers wouldn't see it stained by the fouler side of a woman's heart either. The perpetual wall flower watched the danger pass and the people rouse from their stupor, magic erasing the stomping of a godly staff and her own roaring flames. The scent of gunpowder left the air and even the errant slashes of Xolys where absent from girders and stonework.

The Beast himself struck Suzuya in the oddest sense, for while she was uncomfortable by it, Burning Heart's hold upon her left her with no ill effect. In fact, just seeing Olivia carried in upon it left the Grimoire considering him a substitute mount when next they entered battle, a sentiment that came with a palpable disappointment from the Grimoire in its host. Suzuya couldn't blame the book for feeling that when it was her inability to tame a horse that was stiffling it's full power.

Grimoire and Magical Girl shook themselves, finding it easy to lose themselves like this when they lacked a present threat to give them purpose. Weirdly enough they did this upon finding Camelot motioning to them before she turned away, something they took for a loss of interest from their lack of response.

"These are fine warriors. Perhaps we will have more time to mingle later." She opined aloud, her Japanese clipped and curt as it drifted into the morning air, before turning away and darting back to Merrywell as the group departed for their fortress in this foggy land.

Only at the gate did Burning Heart release it's hold on Suzuya, the girl's confidence melting away with her tails just as they came before the throngs of Magical Girls going about their business. And the incesant whispers her ears naturally tuned towards, a frown dominating her expression as she curled her arms around herself for some small measure of comfort.

Prickles of gooseflesh crept along her arms as her eyes scanned back and forth, trying to put faces to the words even as she realized they weren't directed at her. Still, it didn't do anything to make her feel welcomed here. She was better at understanding English and reading it then speaking it herself, but the alien tongue left her aching for the support of her Grimoire.

Then a weirdo leaped into a bush and exasperated girls barreled towards them, Suzuya releasing a shriek as she found herself knocked over onto the dusty courtyard. Why did I even come here?

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Given I’m writing Suzuya as someone entirely controlled by her Grimoire when transformed she’ll be a lot more animated when she drops it. Even if she’s too much of a coward to even verbally say “Notice me Sempai!”

Gonna be fun.

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And since Monday is my only day off and I've only been getting five hours of sleep for the past few days and that won't be changing till Sunday night, I'll be posting monday.