MusesFallFirst

Magitech Girls! A mecha musume/magical girl and monster fighting RP!

Sorry for the delay, was a little under the weather yesterday (air pressure and one heck of a headache. I'll have her done today!)

Magitech Girls! A mecha musume/magical girl and monster fighting RP!

Cool, I'll take another swing at the magical girl. She should be good to go later today! Thank you :D

Magitech Girls! A mecha musume/magical girl and monster fighting RP!

I can work with that :)

I'm guessing you'd prefer an inventor verses the artisty type?

Sorry for the dumb questions, I just want to make sure I'm playing correctly in your sandbox as it were

Magitech Girls! A mecha musume/magical girl and monster fighting RP!

Just asking if it's okay to work this magi power out. Summoning creatures from her sketchbook to fight for her?

Magitech Girls! A mecha musume/magical girl and monster fighting RP!

Yay. Thanks. I'll get on that right away!

Magitech Girls! A mecha musume/magical girl and monster fighting RP!

This looks pretty fun! Any chance you have room for one more?

And Now You Die!

Sutternalt said
You can still edit it! I'll counteredit, if I have to. If you just take it to give Elsie a phone call, it'll all work out fine. Especially since The C.E. still has no idea that she's Lady Asyr.

No worries! I'm quick to roll with the punches. Besides, you still get the armor pieces in due time :)

And Now You Die!

Asyr quietly moved through the crowd, her intent of blending into the background seemed to be doing well enough until she felt a hand brush against her arm.

"Asyr, is that you?"

The depowered heroine nearly jumped out of her skin, dropping her bag containing the remains of her tattered costume on the ground. One of her gauntlet's lazily rolled onto the pavement. Asyr looked towards the man who somehow identified her, if she had her powered she'd be able to look through her target. Now she had to rely on instinct...

If this man knew who she was, the armor did nothing to change the idea. Sighing, Asyr quickly picked up the bag. "Please don't make a scene, how did you know.." She asked quietly.

Damon shrugged. "It was a hunch. I mean, it's not like your face is a secret or anything. But... This place is too crowded, I think. Let's head over there, shall we?" Damon motioned towards a small convinence store that didn't look too busy. Damon wanted to talk to Asyr, but this place was too crowded and who knows what could happen while they're out here. "I'm Damon by the way. Please, come with me."

Asyr realized the name sounded familiar, but the form was...different. Of course she realized that if Damon wanted to make her follow, she really had no choice in the matter. Nodding as she swung her bag across her shoulder. "I'll follow, please don't hurt anyone..."

Damon nodded his head and the two walked to the store. It really wasn't all that busy despite the crowd outside. The clerk said hello to them both as they walked in, but he seemed more interested on the movie than Damon and Asyr. Leading her out of the clerk's earshot, Damon turned to Asyr. "I'll get strait to the point. I want to help you Asyr. The world... It's not ready to be without you. And you deserve a better end than this. I want to help you and I have a few ideas of how to help you. But first I want to know what you plan to do to when, or if, you face The End." Damon knew that he didn't have much time, so he couldn't waste it trying to chat with Asyr. He also didn't really "have" an idea of how to save Asyr, aside from some wild schemes.

Asyr was more then stunned by Damon's offer. He wanted to help her? She thought quietly for a moment as she grabbed a paper cup and began to pour a cup of coffee. Her hands trembled as she tried to keep her composure. He wanted to know what she'd do to deal with The End.

Asyr thought to herself for a moment, before she would have said she'd stop him. Neutralize whatever technology he owned to ensure he, nor any other would use it to hurt innocent lives. Now, she wanted to smash him into the ground, break him, and ensure that any villain who dared to stand against Lady Asyr knew to fear her. Sighing as she took a small sip of the coffee before replying.

"I want to make sure he never has a chance to hurt another living soul, that if he found a way to kill me. That he may or will do this to another hero, or a city...in a day I will be gone and they're selling tickets to my death!" Realizing she was losing her composure, Asyr took a breath as she looked at the bag containing her costume. "I am supposed to be above that, an icon, something the rest of the world can look towards...to inspire. I will stop him, I will show everyone out there that there's still hope..." She tried to hide the idea she could be saved, that part of her worried that maybe this Damon would take her powers for himself, but she needed to take this chance. The End still needed to be stopped, and if this was her last shot, she needed to try.

Damon shook his head. "That's all well and good Lady Asyr, but how are you going to stop him? I know why you want to, but when you face him, what will you do? You're powerless." Damon put his hand to his month and pondered the next course of action. They'd have to find out some way to restore Asyr's powers. Or failing that, find The End and see if they could reverse what he did to her. "Lady Asyr, you're not ready to face down The End. You're going to need help. My help, and anyone else who is willing. But before this happens, I want to know if you can trust me to help you. I know it's a tall order after all things considered, but I promise that I only want to see your best interest in this. Mostly that you don't die. Do you trust me?"

Lady Asyr thought at the what Damon had said. She'd be putting her life in the hands of someone who in the past had proven less then honorable. "Powers or no powers, I have to fight him. He will hurt a lot of people if I don't show.." At the mention of trusting him, and anyone willing to help her fight against him.

In all honesty, she'd need any help that came her way. "You have to understand, I am not used to needing help...before today I couldn't be hurt. However, I do understand that times change. The End is something far worse then what I've ever faced before, he did something I never expected. I trust you, please don't make me regret my last day." Giving a hopeful smile, "if I get lucky, maybe I'll see tomorrow." She said, the spark of hope beginning to bolster her courage.

Damon smiled and gave Asyr a thumb's up. "Of course. I want to make sure you live the rest of your possibly immortal live in relative comfort. Now than, let's get out of here. I think I know a few people who would have reason to help you, but from the looks of things it's about to get real nasty in the neighborhood."

Not too far away was gunshots and screaming from Noelle's battle against Lunatic Nero and his Dead Masks. This caught the clerk's attention as well, as he put on his jacket and came up to Damon and Asyr. "I have to close up shop, there's a fight coming near! We have to get out of here!" Damon looked to Asyr and nodded in agreement. "Let's go out the back."

The three people left the store through the back door. The clerk got into his car and drove off without so much as a good bye, but Damon didn't need him anyways. "I know you may want to throw yourself into the next battle Lady Asyr, but time is of the essence. First stop; the Police Head Quarters. With any luck there should be some heroes around there looking to get some awnsers. Are you ready to fly?" Damon extended his hand out to Asyr.

Asyr looked cautiously at Damon, no vehicle, how were they going to get to the station? As she reached out, a spasm of pain wrackled her body. Asyr fell to her knee's, grasping her sides, her face scrunched up. The experience of what was destroying her was new, it was, if her entire body tried to tear itself apart. Looking weakly up to Damon, she slowly got to her feet. A thin layer of sweat betraying Asyr's attempt to remain stoic.

"It's starting...for what it's worth...if this ends badly. Thank you..." Asyr took Damon's hand, unsure of what to expect.

Damon didn't like that the poison was already taking it's affect on Asyr. But all this did was increase his drive to safe her before it was too late. "Thank me tommorow. Let's go." Damon grasp Asyr's hand and his body transformed. His flesh colored skin melted away to reveal the pitch black tar-like substance that was his true form. His humanoid shape also melted into something more blob like, which began to slither up Asyr's arm and onto her back. He attached himself like a backpack onto Asyr. "Brace yourself Asyr. We take to the skies!"

From her back, Damon began a pair of black bat like wings, with small bone protrusions. On his own he began to flap the wings so that Asyr was airborn. It only took a few flaps before they were flying over the store, and than Damon flew them towards the Police HQ. "First we'll need to get a small team together to help you out. Diversity will be nice, but just about anyone who's willing to lend a hand would be immesly useful. Once we get a good sized group, we should find out where The End is. Whatever he did to you, I'm sure there's a way to reverse it. If we find his lair we could find the solution we need to save you."

Asyr was shocked to see Damon transform, her reaction was withdrawn as he became a pair of wings for her. Within seconds, she became airborne. For one glorious moment, she had flight once more...

"Thank you. There is a number of another heroine we may need to reach out to. If all else fails, give her my armor. If I fall, I want my image, that heroes still remain to help..." Asyr didn't speak any further as she enjoyed the sensation of the wind whipping around her.

Blood Act~ Lore /CS Thread

UserName: MusesFallFirst

Character name: Pylia Keltafer

Age: 32

Mageblood type: Lux

Favoured Magic Class: (Vitalimancy

Previous Magic training: Simple healing spells taught by the temple

Race: Human

Appearance:

Short Bio: Pylia grew up in the Hope’s Temple, a rather quaint temple found in the middle of nowhere. She didn’t know much about her past before Hope, the priests found her while tending to the wounded of a neighboring town. She was a small child, crying in the house of a razed house around the bodies of several bandits that were torn to shreds by an unknown mage. The first Sister of Hope's Temple to connect to the child was Mother Hynas. An elderly woman, no children of her own offered to raise the child as a sister of their order. If they knew what was housed inside the child, and the bandits were part of a ritual involving the young girl. They would have slain the child, or left her back in the razed home.

The priests taught her the ways of Hope, to be patient, kind, to forgive and embrace all. Pylia grew up with these ideas. Often offering to help before the other children, taking to the chores simply to be helpful. When new children arrived at the temple, Pylia was always there to help greet and get them used to the ways of the temple. Mother Hynas noted Pylia was sometimes a little too helpful, taking on responsibilities of the other children. The elders noted Pylia's warmth was something remarkable considering the child's bloody past.

When her mageblood awoke for the first time as a Lux. The priests embraced this as a sign, that Pylia could tend to the wounded. That they could use magic to tend to the wounded that bandages and medicine couldn’t cure. She was taught a few simple healing spells, giving her a chance to adventure out with the group known as Hope’s Light. The fact that Hope now possessed a Lux healer, gave them additional resources. Including expansions to the Temple, allowing them to take in more affected by the arrival of the demons.

Pylia, eager to please her family took to this role with determination. The Priestess and company began to move from town to town, healing those in need. For the first time, Pylia had seen the world outside her temple. It was dark, miserable, desolate, and she was healing one person at a time.

This made a difference, right?

Pylia felt something inside her that was different, a dislike for those who injured innocent lives, an emotion Pylia was always careful to never show to the others. The more she tried to bottle her emotions up, the more they seemed to corrupt her view of the others. Soldiers, villiagers, even the priests she befriended, she felt herself drawing away from those she cared deeply for. When news passed of Mother Hynas passing, Pylia felt her connection to the temple beginning to fade. For the first time in Pylia's life, she considered leaving the Temple.

Months passed, and Pylia withdrew from the others on their journey. Often confining herself to study while the others prayed. Late at night, while pouring through her books. Pylia began to hear something whispering from the dark, spidery words that seemed to just scratch at the corners of her mind. Was she sick? Was this part of her mageblood?

Pylia began to research more into her mageblood, effects of her pushing her magics too hard. Yet nothing spoke of this curse. Her studies were eventually cut short, a holy order to tend to a plague in a distant town came from the elders. While travelling to this town, bandits heard news a woman who’s value outweighed the lives of some stuffy priests that carted her like some holy relic. An unguarded, vitalimancer, a woman who could keep their ranks tended to. In more ways then considered noble. Resulting in an attack by several members of the bandit'swho proceeded to slaughter Pylia’s family.

As they approached Pylia, she felt the venom and hatred reach out from the shadows. That these bandits saw her as property, to use for their needs, but what about the priests of Hope. Were they no better?

“Do you want to die here?”

Pylia was frightened, that was her voice. But it was darker, angry, sharp. She spoke to the darkness.

“I want to live, I need to help people…”

The voice laughed, with that, the darkness surrounded Pylia. A woman stood before her, It was a reflection of Pylia, but it’s like she came back wrong. A woman with clawed hands, her face was not her’s, it was sharp, unnaturally sharp. She reached a clawed hand to the healer.

“Then take my hand, you will live to see the morning, this I promise…” Nervously, Pylia took the womans hand, her entire world faded away to blade. The last image she saw was this woman’s smiling face.

Pylia awoke the next day, the bodies of the bandits surrounding her. Pylia’s snow white robes were bloodied. Her hands caked with dried blood, the bodies of the closest bandit’s were slashed by what could only be claws. Images of the woman’s hands flashed through her mind.

In a panic, Pylia quickly left. She withdrew from the world. Afraid of what she could do, afraid of the woman with the cold eyes and sharp edges. Still, the rumors of a healer lead the desperate for her aid. They found Pylia still doing what she could, as if she was trying to atone for her past misdeeds.

While tending to a sick child, the news of a Snow Elf who was being shipped to a Twilight College reached her ears.

Could they help her? If she gained a better grasp of her mageblood, could she keep the other half buried in shadows?

With that, the last Priestess of Hope’s light began her journey…

Good Attributes: Patient, understanding, kind to a fault. Believes in the goodness of everyone, regardless of their attributes, past, or misdeeds. Has a strong knowledge of medicine. Always concerned with the well-being both mentally and physical of those about her.

Bad Attributes: Afraid of her own power, aware of the darkness inside and refuses to acknowledge or embrace it. Naive to less then honorable intentions of the world around her. Trusting all who come to her at their word.

Secret Word: Rebith

Blood Act I~ Ghosts of the Past

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