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In Grimoiric Heart → 4 yrs ago Forum: Advanced Roleplay
I should hopefully have an Olivia post up sometime tomorrow.
In March of the White Rabbit: A Roll-Your-Own Magical Girl Roleplay → 4 yrs ago Forum: Advanced Roleplay



@Shifter_Master@twave


As MDP skipped over to where Penny was fighting the wendigos around the car, twirling her wand like a baton and leading her three oversized plush hearts in an impromptu parade, she returned the robotic girl’s wave with an energetic one of her own, before gasping in happy surprise as a new magical girl made her appearance. “Wowie zowie~!” the whimsical girl exclaimed with a delighted giggle. “A new friendy wendy for Magical Dream Princess~! (giggle!)” Picking up her pace, she soon found herself beside Penny and the new arrival. “Like, hi~! Are you, like, a new magical wagical girl~?!” she asked excitedly. “Magical Dream Princess thinky winkies you look super duper pretty witty~! (giggle!) She just wuvs your sparkly warkly crystal wystal thingie wingies~! Like, do you want to be Magical Dream Princess’s friendy wendy~?! Do you~?! Do you~?! Do you~?! Oh~!” she gasped as a new thought entered her ADHD addled brain. “Like, this is Penny Wenny~!” the bubbly girl added with a big smile, while gesturing to the Mechanical Monarch. “She’s, like, super duper amazing wazing, and she’s also Magical Dream Princess’s special wecial wuvy dovey girlfriend wirlfriend~! (giggle!) Oh, and, like, Magical Dream Princess capture waptured some of those meanie weanie reindeer weindeer thingy wingies, Penny Wenny~!” she noted, turning to her girlfriend. “And she was, like, wondering if you could pretty pretty please make them go bye bye for her~” she requested, blushing slightly as she struck a coy, girly flirt pose and batted her eyes.
In Grimoiric Heart → 4 yrs ago Forum: Advanced Roleplay
@Lonewolf685

Okay, cool.

So, is Suzuya, like, unconsious while her Grimoire has control, or does she still know/remember what happens while transformed?

Just wondering, since it would be amusing for Olivia to have a conversation with her, while transformed, but then she has no memory of it when she changes back.
In March of the White Rabbit: A Roll-Your-Own Magical Girl Roleplay → 4 yrs ago Forum: Advanced Roleplay



@PlatinumSkink


The corners of Connie’s mask drooped into a frown as she watched the two remaining wendigos press their attack on the twins. Thankfully, the two sisters seemed to have things under control, but she still wished to assist them. “I-I’m g-going to h-help Ronin and Miko!” Connie told Gaia as she rushed over to where her two sword-wielding friends were having their battle.

“That’s a good idea, little sister,” Gaia replied with an approving smile. “It should not take me more than a moment to finish these four off,” she added, as she tossed a trio of seeds in a triangular pattern around the nightmare wracked wendigos. “Then I shall join you in assisting them.”

Reaching out her hand, the verdant magical girl sent swirling tendrils of emerald energy to infuse each seed with potent nature magic. An instant later, they burst into three, cannon-topped flowers. Although similar in appearance to the earlier pod launchers, these were much larger, and their cannon bulbs glowed with an orange radiance. Before the wendigos had a chance to emerge from their nightmarish prison, they were consumed by a three pronged firestorm, which swiftly set their ragged fur ablaze and completely melted their frozen hearts.

Meanwhile, Connie waited patiently for an opening. I can do this… I can do this… she told herself as she watched the two sisters dance about, staying mere inches ahead of their opponents’ wicked claws. When an opportunity finally presented itself, she fired a focused nightmare pulse at each wendigo, the crackling bolts of unhappy thoughts plunging deep into the twisted monsters and trapping their minds in hellish prisons of their own making. “R-Ronin! Miko!” the masked girl called. “N-Now’s your chance! M-Mia said you h-have to d-destroy their h-hearts!”
In Symphony of Espers → 4 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay


No sooner had Ashley begun working her way up the garage chute, then gaunt, claw-like hands grasped her ankle, overgrown fingernails snapping off as they tried to dig into her futuristic boot. Above her, a warm glow could be seen, beckoning her onwards to freedom, and yet, below her, the thralls sought to drag her back down into their hellish chamber of horrors. That was something she could not allow. The Knight of Tomorrow knew she could not save these poor souls, that they had no future left for her to defend. But she could avenge them, could ensure that no one else’s future would hold this horrible fate. And to do that, she needed to escape. No matter what barred her way…

“I’m sorry,” she whimpered through gritted teeth as the tip of her instrument glowed with arcane power, bathing the cramped space in neon light. An instant later, a bolt of emerald energy shot into the face of the nearest thrall, blasting him back down the chute, and very likely killing him in the process. Ashley wouldn’t see that, though. The young esper’s eyes were squeezed shut, while tears continued to stream down her cheeks, raining down upon the the frenzied thralls below. Her body ached from dozens of cuts and gashes, but her heart ached vastly more. I’ll make him pay… the Knight of Tomorrow swore to both the thralls and herself as she turned every fiber of her being to one simple task-

Ascend…


18 | Female | GEMINI | Vision of Tomorrow
Implements of Tomorrow | Wand, Shield | Arcane | Tune of Tomorrow
Raiment of Tomorrow | Stride of Tomorrow
Light of Tomorrow | Light | Power of Tomorrow
[Reveal (2), Purity (4)], Damage (2), Damage X (6), Shield (4), Reflect (4), Heal (6), Major Heal (18), AoE (2), Powerful (0), Piercing (2)

DAMAGE: C | SPEED: E | SENTINEL: D | 750

PHYSICAL: E | ARCANE: D | CHAOS: C | 454
In Grimoiric Heart → 4 yrs ago Forum: Advanced Roleplay
@Lonewolf685

That's perfectly fine. The only reason she wouldn't is if Suzuya was noticeably freaked out, but since she's transformed (and probably did so before even entering the room), Olivia would have no reason not to.

Also, is it safe to assume that transformed Suzuya actually admires Xolys for his combat prowess, probably even saying as much? And on a related topic, from what I saw during the battle, it looks like Suzuya has a better command of english while transformed, or am I misunderstanding things?
In March of the White Rabbit: A Roll-Your-Own Magical Girl Roleplay → 4 yrs ago Forum: Advanced Roleplay
The sane part of me says no, but the sadistic part says YES.
In March of the White Rabbit: A Roll-Your-Own Magical Girl Roleplay → 4 yrs ago Forum: Advanced Roleplay



@PlatinumSkink


While Connie and Gaia had initially intended to engage the wendigos assaulting the hospital, on their way they had come upon a pack of the creatures attempting to break inside one of Penrose’s many financial institutions. Noticing their approach, four of the monsters charged towards them, while two remained behind to batter down the bank’s doors.

Connie gasped in fright at the sound of the lead wendigo’s demonic howl, before steeling herself for the impending battle. Although she was terrified of the horrific monsters, Connie knew that innocent lives hung in the balance, and so, for their sake, she resolved to be strong…

“Allow me to soften them up a bit first, little sister,” Gaia advised, while casting a handful of seeds on the ground in front of them. With a swirling of emerald nature magic, the half-dozen seeds quickly sprouted into large, cannon-headed plants. Like a similar plant found in one of Gaia’s favorite video games, they fired a volley of green pods at the oncoming wendigos, and upon striking the creatures, the botanical projectiles burst into clouds of sedative spores. And if that wasn’t enough, several thorny vines shot up from the pavement to wrap themselves tightly around the wendigos’ gaunt bodies, pinning the creatures in place. “Okay, Connie,” she announced with a satisfied smirk. “Now it’s your turn.”

“Right!” Connie confirmed with a determined nod. Closing the eyes of her mask, she focused her power and held out her hand. A moment later, dark, crackling tendrils of nightmare magic shot from her splayed fingers to thrust deep within the skull-like heads of each of the four bound beasts. If these creatures had nightmares, or fears of any kind, they would now be trapped in a world entirely composed of them.

“Nice work, little sister,” Gaia told her with an approving thumbs up. “Now that just leaves the two at the door.”

However, before the two friends could take even a single step, a second duo arrived on the scene in dramatic fashion.

“R-Ronin! Miko!” Connie called out happily, while giving the twins a big smile. “I-It’s s-so good to s-see you again!”

“Indeed,” Gaia concurred. “And while I believe that Connie and I should be able to dispatch these vile beasts ourselves, the assistance of our dear friends is certainly appreciated,” she replied to Miko’s inquiry with a grin.






@Shifter_Master@twave


As she raced through the sky on her rainicorn pegasus, Magical Dream Princess heard a cry for help just before she watched a trio of monsters batter their way inside a convenience store. Leaping off her mount which swiftly dissipated like the dream construct it was, MDP ran inside the store after them.

As the Wendigos went about their rampage, they would hear an indignant, but still rather cute, voice call out, “Hey! That’s not very nicey wicey!” If the antlered monsters were to turn their attention towards the source of the voice, they would find an unhappy-looking MDP glaring at them, her hands on her hips. “Like, Magical Dream Princess thinky winkes you meanie weanies need a time out!” she declared, conjuring her whimsical wand and sweeping it across the gathered wendigos. As she did so, a stream of glittering stars shot forth, prismatic streamers trailing behind each one. Upon striking the wendigos, they would force the creatures back, into the waiting arms of three enormous, smiling, plush hearts, who wasted no time in giving them a crushing embrace. A moment later, an anthropomorphic clock wearing a police officer’s hat walked up and whacked each monster over the head with a rubber baton, knocking them unconscious. “Like, super duper thankie wankies, Mister Wister Officer Wofficer~! (giggle!)” MDP told the clock cop cheerfully, while giving it a playful peace sign salute. Tipping its hat in return, the clock cop promptly vanished in a puff of glittery smoke.

“Okie dokie, everybodywody~!” MDP told the frightened civilians huddling in the back of the store. “Magical Dream Princess thinky winkies you’ll be safey wafey nowie~! (giggle!) She’ll take these meanie weanies someplacey wacey where they won’t bother wother anybodywody ever againsie~!” Turning around, she skipped through the shop’s ruined door and led her three smiling hearts back out into the street.

It was at this point that MDP realized she wasn’t alone in battling the wendigos, and she gave voice to a squeal of delight when she saw who’d been helping her. “Goodie woodie~! Penny Wenny’s heresie, too~! (giggle!)” the childish girl exclaimed, while gleefully jumping up and down. “But, like, Penny Wenny doesn’t look too happy wappy…” she added with a frown, before cheering up an instant later. “Like, after wafter she’s done with these meanie weanies, Magical Dream Princess will, like, just have to give her lots and lots of wuvy dovey huggy wuggies to make her feel aaaaall better~! (giggle!)”






@Bright_Ops@Majoras End


As Finn, Oliver, and Roxanna continued their battle against the Wendigos at the train station, they would hear a heavenly voice call out, “Fear not, noble champions! The Angel of Hope is here to aid you! Please permit this humble servant to bless your most selfless efforts!” Hovering aloft on radiant wings, the angelic magical girl raised her staff high over her head, where it glowed with a brilliance to rival the sun itself. An instant later, luminous rays of reinforcement magic shot forth to fall upon her three fellow magicals, greatly augmenting their abilities, while also shielding them from harm. “Do not falter now, brave champions!” the Angel implored them. “Know that I believe in you! Victory is in your gasp! Take heart, and seize it!”

Oh, and, uh, please don’t cringe too much at all the fluffy shit I’m telling you… (sigh) Why the fuck couldn’t I be able to just fight those fuckin’ fur bags like a normal person…?
In Symphony of Espers → 4 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay


No sooner had Ashley raised her defenses, then the starving thralls crashed against them, her shield and full-body energy barrier glowing as clawed hands desperately sought to break through. And break though they did, for although the Knight of Tomorrow could withstand the assault of two or three such opponents, far more assailed her now, and she soon found herself overwhelmed by their sheer weight of numbers. Her full-body energy field having completely faded under the relentless torrent of blows, Ashley batted away a crazed thrall aiming for her throat, before several more pulled her to the ground. At this point, the high-tech heroine was in serious trouble, and she gasped in pain as the frenzied mob clawed at her legs and gnawed on her arms. While her injuries were currently at the level of “mere” cuts, bruises, and shallow puncture wounds, Ashley knew that if she didn’t quickly find a way to escape, she would meet with the exceptionally horrific fate of being eaten alive…

It was then that one of the thralls crawled atop her, its knees pressing against her ribs and pinning her to the floor. As the malnourished creature reared up, Ashley was able to see that the thrall was only a young teenager, and as it’s weeping visage shifted between revulsion and hunger, its cracked lips mouthed two simple words-

“Save me.”

.

..

…

“Save me, sis!” her brother begged, as he barged into her room. “I’ve got a big science test tomorrow, and if I don’t pass it, Coach says I’ll be suspended from the team! Help me, O’ Sorceress of Science,” he added, dropping to his knees and clasping his hands together. You’re my only hope!”

“How can I say no to a request like that?” Ashely asked with a giggle. “So, I take it you haven’t studied at all, huh?” she asked with a knowing smirk.

“I-I have,” her brother protested. “It’s just that Mr. Elderman hates us, so he puts stuff on the test that we never covered in class,” he explained. “So, uh, could you please go over the chapter with me, and help me prepare for anything unexpected he might throw at us?”

“Sure,” Ashely told him warmly, as she patted a soft spot on her bed next to where she was sitting at her desk. “Let’s start by making sure you understand the core concepts, then we can work on some derived applications for them. Don’t worry,” she reassured him as she ruffled his hair affectionately. “The Tomasville Tigers won’t have to play without their star pitcher,” she added with a confident grin. “At least, not if I have anything to say about it!”

“You’re the best, sis!” the young teen cheered, while jumping up to give her a hug. “I don’t know what I’d do if I didn’t have you here to save me!”

…

..

.

“Save me,” the boy repeated as his trembling form slowly descended upon her.

Ashley couldn’t help but weep at the sight. Not for herself, but for the boy above her. This boy, who could have so easily been her own little brother. As painful as the starving thralls’ attempts to devourer her were, they paled when placed against the pain she felt for them. They did not ask for this, they did not want to do this to her. They were merely victims, victims she had come here to save, but, in the end, she had been powerless to help them. They had needed her, and she had failed them…

“I’m sorry,” she whispered, steeling herself for what she was about to do.

The boy’s momentary hesitation had allowed her to glimpse the possible path to her salvation, the opening of a garbage chute, directly above her. However, if she were to reach it, she needed to act with decisiveness. Even if she could not save these poor souls, she could at least ensure that no one else would suffer their cruel fate.

Closing her eyes and gathering her strength, Ashley raised her glowing techno-wand, before slamming it into the ground with all her might. Immediately, an expulsion of emerald energy surged outwards, engulfing all the thralls within five feet of the prone esper. Since she was so close to her targets, the Knight of Tomorrow also experienced no small amount of discomfort, but it was no greater than what she had already experienced, and it was significantly less than what the thralls would feel…

With the energy pulse momentarily stunning the pitiful creatures, Ashely would force herself to her feet, before leaping up into the garbage chute, whereupon she would begin slowly working her way along the narrow passage, her back and knees braced against its cramped walls, while bitter tears flowed down her cheeks.

Justin would pay for what he had done, for what he had forced her to do. She would make sure of it…


18 | Female | GEMINI | Vision of Tomorrow
Implements of Tomorrow | Wand, Shield | Arcane | Tune of Tomorrow
Raiment of Tomorrow | Stride of Tomorrow
Light of Tomorrow | Light | Power of Tomorrow
[Reveal (2), Purity (4)], Damage (2), Damage X (6), Shield (4), Reflect (4), Heal (6), Major Heal (18), AoE (2), Powerful (0), Piercing (2)

DAMAGE: C | SPEED: E | SENTINEL: D | 750

[Bronze Touch][AoE][Damage X] = -80 mana

PHYSICAL: E | ARCANE: D | CHAOS: C | 454
In March of the White Rabbit: A Roll-Your-Own Magical Girl Roleplay → 4 yrs ago Forum: Advanced Roleplay
As much as I hate to double post...





At their new home in the suburbs, Connie and Mia were hanging out in their room. It was set up almost exactly like their old room at the orphanage, complete with a large tree outside their second floor window. Cute stuffed animals could be found on nearly every surface, and the walls were covered with a collection of cheerful landscape paintings, the only exception being the space right above the head of the large bed the two friends shared. This was occupied by a sketch of a pink-haired young woman wielding a dark blade against several robed figures, a gift from a friend who had since moved away. While Connie was hard at work painting yet another picture, Mia was simply channel surfing.

“Huh, would ya look at that…” Mia remarked as she switched to a local news station. “Violet’s dad just bought the orphanage.”

“W-Wow, really?” Connie asked, turning around to face the tv.

“Yeah, it’s supposedly part of CI’s big urban renewal program, y’know, ‘improve the city’s quality of life’ and all that.”

“I-I guess Violet really is making a d-difference in how her f-father does things,” Connie observed with a smile.

“Sure looks that way,” Mia replied. “But I’m still a little concerned about what’ll happen when her dad decides to take back control of the company. I just hope she’s strong enough to stand up to him…”

And that’s without even thinking about her debt to the Mint… the tomboy kept to herself, reflecting on the worrying information Violet had relayed through Amanda a few days earlier.

A moment later, Mia’s phone bleeped with a notification. Picking it up, her eyes widened at the information that greeted her. “Connie, you need to see this.”

“W-What is it?” Connie asked, moving over to sit next to her friend. “O-Oh my gosh!” she gasped as she saw the various Glimmr posts about recent monster sightings.

The two friends had just finished reading, when Rose knocked on their door.

“Did you hear?” The girl spoke through the door. “Monster swarms are popping up all over the city. Kayli wants me to guard the house until she and Iris get back from the Overcity, so, um, do you two think you’ll be okay going out by yourselves?”

Mia looked a little uncertain, but before she could say anything, Connie spoke up.

“W-We’ll b-be all right!” Connie declared with a far greater confidence than she felt. “W-We’ve got l-lots of o-other friends who c-can help, a-and there are p-people in d-danger, s-so w-we c-can’t just s-stand by and d-do nothing!”

Mia gave a weary sigh before her mouth curled into tired smile. “Okay, little sis,” the tomboy conceded, rising to her feet and balling one hand into a fist. “Let’s go get ‘em!”





It was the end of yet another long day for Violet Covington, and as the news report covering her father’s announcement of CI’s recent acquisition of Penrose Orphanage played in the background, the young heiress looked over the last few items on her agenda. There was her father’s upcoming virtual meeting with the mayor to prepare for, as well as the the final negotiations to finalize CI’s partnership with Mishima Motors, and, of course, details on the recent buyout of Polybius Software to familiarize herself with. None of these items should take too long, Violet reflected, especially not for someone possessing a photographic memory, like herself. And there were other matters as well, in particular, her father’s illness, and the ones responsible for it…

Upon being told of her father’s condition, Penny had requested a sample of the medicine the Mint had provided, which she could pass on to Beacon for analysis. Violet had been more than happy to provide one, and Penny had recently informed her of the Beacon researchers’ results. As it turned out, they had been able to confirm that her father’s illness was indeed the result of an unknown curse, and that the medication did, in fact, help mitigate its effects. Unfortunately, it also seemed to be the only way to do so, which, Violet had to admit, wasn’t particularly surprising, considering that both curse and cure almost certainly came from the same source. Penny had also noted that this was only what could be gleaned from simply studying the medicine alone. But while a direct examination of her father would potentially yield more enlightening results, the robotic girl fully understood how difficult, if not outright impossible, something like that would be to arrange.

Violet’s musings were dissolved a moment latter, when the news broadcast cut to a breaking story. Apparently, several gangs were running rampant through various locations around the city. And they appeared to be wearing… animal costumes…? It didn’t take long for the young heiress to realize what was really going on- a mass monster outbreak had struck the city, and just as it was finally beginning to get back on its feet. No, this could not be allowed, was simply unacceptable, and although she had not planned on beginning her nightly activities for a few more hours yet, those plans would obviously have to be changed…

“Melisa,” she called to her secretary. “Multiple monster attacks are occurring throughout the city, including, if local news sources are to be believed, here in the business district. I’ll need to leave the office a little earlier than expected to deal with them.”

“Oh gosh! Can I come with you?” Melisa asked expectantly.

At the sound of her secretary’s request, Violet gave voice to a tired sigh. “As much as I would love that, Melisa, I think it might be best if you stayed here. Even with all of Covington Tower’s various security systems, I know from experience that it is laughably easy for mystical beings to gain entry to even its most secure areas,” the heiress explained. “With that in mind, I would very much appreciate it if you could keep watch over the building, and, in particular, my father’s chambers, and ensure that none of the monsters find their way inside.”

“Of course, Violet!” Melisa chirped. “You can count on me!”

“Thank you, Melisa” Violet replied warmly.

Moving to the center of her study, the young heiress closed her eyes and took a deep breath.

“Hearts, Candy, Sparkles, and Balloons~!” She intoned, her voice shifting with each syllable into a far more high pitched and cutesy tone. “Sunshine, Glitter, Unicorns, and Rainbows~!”



“Taaa daaa~! Magical Girl Super Cute Pretty Pretty Magical Dream Princess is here~! (giggle!)

Okie doki~! (giggle!)” she declared, striking a cute pose. “It’s timey wimey for Magical Dream Princess to stopy wopy those meanie weaine monsters from trashy washying her beautiful wutiful city wity~! Weeee~!” she cheered as she opened a sparkling portal, allowing her to pass harmlessly though the reinforced window on the far side of her study and onto the back of the rainicorn pegasus she had just conjured. “Like, don’t worry, everybodywody~!” the whimsical girl called cheerfully. “Magical Dream Princess is, like, totally wotally on her way~! (giggle!)”





This has to be what hell is like… Angela thought to herself as her father fiddled with the radio and filled the beat up old 1996 Buick Roadmaster station wagon with the cacophonic squeal of static.

“Golly, those ice storms sure do raise Cain with signal reception, huh?” he said with a chuckle as he continued adjusting the knob.

“Actually, I think it might have more to do with the fact that said storm snapped our antenna like a twig,” Angela observed from where she sat in the back seat.

Instead of flying to Penrose like a normal family, Angela’s father had decided that this was a perfect opportunity for that “greatest of family bonding activities”, the cross-country road trip. And so, the four members of the Sakatori family had squeezed into their decades-old station wagon, hitched a U-Haul tailer to the back, and begun what Angela was confident in calling the absolute worst experience of her life. As the ramshackle wagon had puttered and sputtered its way across the wide open expanse of interstate, each new day had brought with it a new trauma, enough to haunt her nightmares for months to come. It had taken almost a week, but at long last they were finally entering the outskirts of Penrose, just as the sun had begun to set on another long day on the road.

As the car’s tattered speakers emitted a sound that could perhaps best be described as a cat being fed through a blender, Angela squeezed her eyes shut, while tightly pressing her fingers against her ears.

Soon.. Soon, she told herself, that single word having become a mantra which granted her at least a tenuous grasp on sanity. Soon this will aaaall be over…

If there was any positive aspect to her father’s radio resuscitation efforts, it was that it (almost) drowned out her younger brother as he worked to complete the latest “road trip challenge” her father had come up with- counting every second that passed since their last restroom break…

“Seven thousand, two hundred and fifty-three, seven thousand, two hundred and fifty-four…” he droned on in a mind numbing monotone as he gazed impassively into the middle distance.

“Uh, Arnold?” Angela asked, opening one eye half way to cast a concerned glance in her brother’s direction. “I think you can stop now.”

“Seven thousand, two hundred and fifty-eight…”

“Oh, let him have his fun!” Her father instructed amiably. “It’s not every day he gets to go on a good old fashioned family road trip!”

“Seven thousand, two hundred and sixty-two…”

“Thank God for that…” Angela muttered.

“Aww… Cheer up, my little Brussels sprout!” her father encouraged. “We’re almost at the finish line! Check it out kids!” he added with a grin as the towers of Penrose’s revitalized skyline rose into view. “There it is! Our new home! And thanks to your dear old dad’s crackerjack new job, it’s gonna be a really swell one! You’re gonna totally love it! Plus, all your new friends are gonna be really impressed when they come over to visit! Yes, we sure did strike the jackpot this time! Now if I can just get this darn radio working, we can have ourselves some victory music! Hmmm…” he frowned as he leaned in to take a closer look at the radio’s cracked display. “Maybe if I just…”

“Seven thousand, two hundred and seventy-six…”

“Arthur, dear, eyes on the road,” her mother chided.

“Yeah, Dad,” Angela added. “If it’s all the same to you, I’d rather not add ‘getting killed in a car wreck’ to my list of ‘fun family road trip experiences’…”

“Oh, don’t worry sweetie,” her father replied with a lighthearted chuckle. “Dad’s got everything under controWoah!” He exclaimed as something darted across the road, their car swerving around it and almost toppling over in the process.

“Seven thousand, two hundred and eighty-four…”

“Oh my stars!” her mother exclaimed. “H-Honey, w-what was that?!”

“Just a deer, sweet cakes, nothing to worry about,” her father said reassuringly. “Probably just got separated from the herd…”

That sure as fuck wasn’t a deer… Angela thought, her heart still racing from the recent burst of excitement. Looked more like a…

“Heeey! Look who got the radio back!” her father declared triumphantly.

However, it wasn’t “victory music” that sounded forth, but rather a news broadcast…

“…still a developing story, but several reports are coming in of gang violence in several locations around the greater Penrose metropolitan area. According to eyewitnesses, they appear dressed in animal costumes of some sort. We’ll bring you further details as we…”

“Doggone furries, always getting out of hand…” her father grumbled, shaking his head. “Kids these days… Why can’t they do something normal, like collecting bottle caps? I remember when they used to have little sayings on the inside,” he added wistfully. “That was pretty cool…”

“Seven thousand, three hundred and six…”

“Dad,” Angela spoke up. “I need to go to the restroom.”

“Now?” her father inquired, sounding somewhat surprised. “But we’re almost there! Besides,” he added, glancing back at Arnold. “That’d make poor little Arnold have to start over from scratch!”

“Seven thousand, three hundred and eleven…”

“I really have to go,” Angela insisted.

“Oooohh…” her father said in sudden understanding. “Did your ‘special friend’ pay you a visit, again?”

“DAD!” Angela roared, her cheeks flushing red.

“All right, all right, say no more!” her father chuckled. “We’re in luck! There’s a gas station up ahead. We can pull in there. And hey! Maybe I can have an armwrestling contest with a big burly trucker while we wait for you to finish answering nature’s call!” he added, a gleam of excitement in his eye. “Doesn’t that sound like fun?!”

“Seven thousand, three hundred and twenty-seven…”

Angela simply sighed in exasperation.

Almost as much fun as fighting a pack of rabid wendigos… she thought to herself. Still, anything was better than this…

“Seven thousand, three hundred and thirty…”



This Space For Rent


*VOP!*

“Oh, what’s this? ‘For rent’? Oh how very exciting! And what a very nice place, too! A bit spartan, but never let it be said that minimalism is not without its benefits! I’m quite partial to the soothing grey tones as well! Oh yes, this would be a most pleasant space in which to reside!

Alas, I have no time to tarry! I’m regrettably quite lost, I’m afraid, and every moment I delay is a moment that could be spent in transit to my long-desired destination!

But fear not! The omniverse is vast! Perhaps we shall cross paths again someday!

Well then, tally ho!”

*VOP!*
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