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• Name: Kohane Saegusa
• Title: Lumiere
• Age: 17
• Emblem: A pale yellow flip open pocket mirror, indents of crossed lines patterned across the back.
• Divine Arm: A round mirror with gentle, gold colored protrusions that fashion it into the shape of the sun. Lumiere controls its position with a thought as it floats about her mid-combat. She can also change its size if need be, widening its diameter to about five feet (she can even fly on it, but not very quickly at all, and her weight would limit her ability to control it). It’s quite resilient but can be broken, greatly limiting its power until a recovery period is spent allowing it to repair.
• Magic: Through the mirror, Lumiere’s magic is that of light and reflection.
Lumen Invocation: Lumiere’s most basic attack, allowing her mirror to fire off a beam of light. She can alter its properties somewhat: is it a soft glow merely to illuminate, or a blinding glare? She can make it shine a single color or even narrow the focus to become a searing ray. As light it moves instantaneously, but attacking requires a slight charging period, the glowing of the mirror beforehand alluding to the type of light she’ll use through color or intensity (though to a degree she can affect this, such as making the mirror glow lightly as it charges a larger attack, but the hidden light must be released, even if just before it goes off).
Boundary Reflection: A defensive technique. As long as the mirror isn’t in the process of another power, it can block and redirect attacks of certain nature, such as light, fire, lightning, or magic energy. Attacks of a suitable nature will be stored temporarily within the mirror (marked by a matching glow), Lumiere only having a few seconds to aim the redirection. If too distracted or indecisive then the attack will simply be sent back where it came from, though with as much force as it had remaining either way. Something like light or lightning that would continue on until stopped would be unaffected, but a gout of flame that only had so much power behind it would be less likely to reach its target. With the physical such as blades or ice it can only block as much as the mirror’s physical resistance will allow, but it cannot redirect anything (the magic having no special effect, basically).
Vision Release: A minor illusion. Lumiere can make her mirror transparent, no light reaching it from any angle. If struck, or if an attack is activated, it will reappear, but until then it remains hidden, giving her the appearance of defenselessness.
• Background: A child is one who wonders. Full of nothing they drink in everything. Kohane was very much like this: a curious child in a well off family with every opportunity to take in knowledge. From easily available books to the vast depths of the internet, she was well beyond her years. Expectedly enough it outcasted her, her trivia bordering on annoying rather than endearing. She was always a bit mature for her age, but that loneliness left it stagnant. Knowledge and experience were two different things, and cut off from peers she only had so many ways to grow. School came easily to her: it was merely memorization, but at age 15 with an option for early graduation lined up, her head was full of so much, yet something about it was becoming banal to her. She was learning but it was ground tread by others, discoveries of others. Through what interactions she had she could inform others of what they didn’t know, but it was mere regurgitation. In herself she had found nothing, discovered nothing. And yet when she thought of the untapped potentials in science, math, history, the arts, nothing in particular excited her. There were so many already in those fields: what could she add without passion? Nothing. She was as good as nothing.
This unhealthy headspace drove her even further into reclusion. Her grades and the few relations she had crumbled to months of a hikikomori lifestyle. She knew full well it was bad for her, for everyone. She could easily have looked up more and more information for lifting herself out of it, yet she instead let herself ruminate in that pity. Good as nothing, she did nothing, until something found her. A fantasy, a dream, a Mascot. Existence unreal, it broke the bounds of everything she’d known. Fantasy made real, no, always real. The one who had known that which she didn’t and felt nothing was suddenly granted a window into that which almost no one knew. An arena ripe for fresh discovery about everything. There was too much excitement for there to be any hesitation in her choice.
Her return to seeking knowledge was very much a return to living out her childhood. In less than a year, she’d graduate as long as she could return her grades to normal, but that would be simple enough. A distraction. What she really wanted to use the remainder of her childhood for as this excursion as a magical girl, something very much defined by its relation to childhood. She’s still quite new to the trade, having met very few magical girls and a small share of Nightmares, but her exposure to the new would not end with a transformation. Whispers of a certain place full of strange happenings caught her attention, and it was a mysterious one all its own. No one knew how Miso City came to be, and upon hearing rumors of its connection to magical girls it was only natural her curiosity would drive her there, even if it was prefaced with warnings not to go in the first place. Managing to convince her parents that she not just could, but should live alone, she would transfer and enjoy her last months of school there as best she could. Maybe she had no clue what she was getting in to, but wasn’t that the exhilarating part?
• Inventory: Smartphone
• Sample Post:
Of course it was in the last box. It always was in he last place you looked: that was something Kohane Saegusa had heard many a time.
Standing up with her rice cooker, she looked around her small flat, carefully walking through the debris of half opened boxes and varied contents as she reached a bare countertop. In a few minutes the rice was beginning its cooking process, the timer counting from forty minutes. Rolling up the sleeves of her dark blue sweatshirt and checking a black digital watch, it wouldn’t be done until about 2:10 in the afternoon. She’d been at getting her things ready all morning and didn’t have much to show for it. Her bathroom was ready and good but her kitchen countertop bare, and beyond the tiled floor, the carpet of the living area where she was destined to sleep was, at this point, dominated with boxes and stuff. Alarm clock, clothing, new uniform, cutlery, laptop, trash from her convenience store breakfast...it was unsightly, but honestly Kohane had lived in worse. Still, she was a bit fatigued from working and too hungry to keep going for the moment. She wouldn’t get internet access for another day or so, leaving little for her to do here unless she wanted to do some reading...except the lightbulb burnt out an hour ago and the window only really got light in the sun. What little window light she was going off of now was fine for work, but reading?
Still, anything was better than nothing. Looking to the doorway, Kohane’s shoes on the ground, she tried to give herself the will to go outside, but her heart was resistant. Instead, she leaned against the wall, slumping down. Lengthy teal hair spilled over her shoulders, glasses tilting slightly as she rested a fist against the side of her head, Kohane simply sat, mind to herself, shadows in the room lengthening as the sunlight outside was shifted by moving clouds. Her legs, only clad in fitting short jeans, remained crossed. For ten minutes she sat, largely still, eyes closed and mind to herself. Not quite a nap, not quite a daydream, it was an adequate rest until her other hand absentmindedly reached into her pocket, touching her emblem. Fingers running down the indented lines of the hand mirror, her heart pulsed. That was reality, a reality she was putting aside as she slipped into old, lethargic habits. She was a magical girl dammit!
Shooting up, Kohane moved to the door. 15 minutes anywhere, 15 minutes back. If she stopped by a store maybe she could pick up some appropriate miso stock rather than be stuck with plain rice. Something, anything to move and be a little more active, a little more in the sunlight. A little more on the...ground? In standing up so quickly the blood rushed to her head, making her head rush to the floor as she lost balance. Picking herself up from the entryway, once she verified that her glasses were unharmed, she was overcome with a fit of silent giggles, aimed purely at her own stupidity. Wiping a tear from her eye, she giggled, “What was thaaaaat?”
---
Spirits still fairly high, that began to be challenged as Kohane went about Miso City. She was still new here, so maybe it took some getting used to, but the mood of the whole place was just...off. Sometimes it would just hit her and make her hair stand on end. She’d never really been outside her birth town, so she was prepared to brush it off as growing pains of this new home, but things were just...eerie. She’d at least stopped squealing whenever she saw a rat but they still made her jump, wishing she’d have gotten a place in a better part of town. And maybe it was her imagination fitting in the knowledge of the massacre that was said to have had happened fairly recently (despite little news of it circulating), but any weird brown or reddish stain was immediately assumed to be blood. That was to say nothing of the people: maybe it was her imagination but she always felt like she was getting odd looks, sometimes even when she wasn’t watching, but whenever she turned to see if anyone was looking at her, no one was. Sometimes it happened even when nobody was around, which tended to make her pick up her pace. She’d heard it was a strange place but despite that fear, her curiosity pushed her to quell those doubts.
Minutes later, grocery bag in hand with miso and a fresh lightbulb (convince stores were really convenient), her path back home took her by an older man with glasses hobbling about, peeking down alleyways and disturbing random trash as he seemed to be searching for something. Kohane considered avoiding him, but Daring to get closer, Kohane asked, “Can I help you?”
Giving her an incredulous look, he muttered, “Did I ask?” Kohane blinked, knocked off guard, and that wasn’t helped when the man continued, apathetic to her reaction, “Lost my phone.”
Reaching into her pocket and pulling out hers, Kohane asked, “I can-”
“I don’t really want you to have my number.”
Kohane was taken aback yet again, but this time she held firm, stretching out her hand. “Put it in so I don’t see it, then I’ll delete the number after!”
The man stared blankly, before casually taking the phone. A few moments later, a faint ringing was heard a ways off. Following the noise, the two found the phone sitting precariously on a gutter grate. As the man went to grab it, Kohane thought back to earlier, stating, “They say you always find things in the last place you look.”
Brushing off his phone and handing back Kohane’s, the man muttered, “That’s because when you find it you stop looking.” With that he took his leave, a ‘humph’ in his wake.
Three for three Kohane had been thoroughly beaten down. Letting out a deep sigh, she picked up her pace, at least glad that by the time she got home her rice would be ready. Though the thought nagged at her that the rice was going to be exactly where she left it, which would also be the last place she looked, technically...
Standing up with her rice cooker, she looked around her small flat, carefully walking through the debris of half opened boxes and varied contents as she reached a bare countertop. In a few minutes the rice was beginning its cooking process, the timer counting from forty minutes. Rolling up the sleeves of her dark blue sweatshirt and checking a black digital watch, it wouldn’t be done until about 2:10 in the afternoon. She’d been at getting her things ready all morning and didn’t have much to show for it. Her bathroom was ready and good but her kitchen countertop bare, and beyond the tiled floor, the carpet of the living area where she was destined to sleep was, at this point, dominated with boxes and stuff. Alarm clock, clothing, new uniform, cutlery, laptop, trash from her convenience store breakfast...it was unsightly, but honestly Kohane had lived in worse. Still, she was a bit fatigued from working and too hungry to keep going for the moment. She wouldn’t get internet access for another day or so, leaving little for her to do here unless she wanted to do some reading...except the lightbulb burnt out an hour ago and the window only really got light in the sun. What little window light she was going off of now was fine for work, but reading?
Still, anything was better than nothing. Looking to the doorway, Kohane’s shoes on the ground, she tried to give herself the will to go outside, but her heart was resistant. Instead, she leaned against the wall, slumping down. Lengthy teal hair spilled over her shoulders, glasses tilting slightly as she rested a fist against the side of her head, Kohane simply sat, mind to herself, shadows in the room lengthening as the sunlight outside was shifted by moving clouds. Her legs, only clad in fitting short jeans, remained crossed. For ten minutes she sat, largely still, eyes closed and mind to herself. Not quite a nap, not quite a daydream, it was an adequate rest until her other hand absentmindedly reached into her pocket, touching her emblem. Fingers running down the indented lines of the hand mirror, her heart pulsed. That was reality, a reality she was putting aside as she slipped into old, lethargic habits. She was a magical girl dammit!
Shooting up, Kohane moved to the door. 15 minutes anywhere, 15 minutes back. If she stopped by a store maybe she could pick up some appropriate miso stock rather than be stuck with plain rice. Something, anything to move and be a little more active, a little more in the sunlight. A little more on the...ground? In standing up so quickly the blood rushed to her head, making her head rush to the floor as she lost balance. Picking herself up from the entryway, once she verified that her glasses were unharmed, she was overcome with a fit of silent giggles, aimed purely at her own stupidity. Wiping a tear from her eye, she giggled, “What was thaaaaat?”
---
Spirits still fairly high, that began to be challenged as Kohane went about Miso City. She was still new here, so maybe it took some getting used to, but the mood of the whole place was just...off. Sometimes it would just hit her and make her hair stand on end. She’d never really been outside her birth town, so she was prepared to brush it off as growing pains of this new home, but things were just...eerie. She’d at least stopped squealing whenever she saw a rat but they still made her jump, wishing she’d have gotten a place in a better part of town. And maybe it was her imagination fitting in the knowledge of the massacre that was said to have had happened fairly recently (despite little news of it circulating), but any weird brown or reddish stain was immediately assumed to be blood. That was to say nothing of the people: maybe it was her imagination but she always felt like she was getting odd looks, sometimes even when she wasn’t watching, but whenever she turned to see if anyone was looking at her, no one was. Sometimes it happened even when nobody was around, which tended to make her pick up her pace. She’d heard it was a strange place but despite that fear, her curiosity pushed her to quell those doubts.
Minutes later, grocery bag in hand with miso and a fresh lightbulb (convince stores were really convenient), her path back home took her by an older man with glasses hobbling about, peeking down alleyways and disturbing random trash as he seemed to be searching for something. Kohane considered avoiding him, but Daring to get closer, Kohane asked, “Can I help you?”
Giving her an incredulous look, he muttered, “Did I ask?” Kohane blinked, knocked off guard, and that wasn’t helped when the man continued, apathetic to her reaction, “Lost my phone.”
Reaching into her pocket and pulling out hers, Kohane asked, “I can-”
“I don’t really want you to have my number.”
Kohane was taken aback yet again, but this time she held firm, stretching out her hand. “Put it in so I don’t see it, then I’ll delete the number after!”
The man stared blankly, before casually taking the phone. A few moments later, a faint ringing was heard a ways off. Following the noise, the two found the phone sitting precariously on a gutter grate. As the man went to grab it, Kohane thought back to earlier, stating, “They say you always find things in the last place you look.”
Brushing off his phone and handing back Kohane’s, the man muttered, “That’s because when you find it you stop looking.” With that he took his leave, a ‘humph’ in his wake.
Three for three Kohane had been thoroughly beaten down. Letting out a deep sigh, she picked up her pace, at least glad that by the time she got home her rice would be ready. Though the thought nagged at her that the rice was going to be exactly where she left it, which would also be the last place she looked, technically...