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In March of the White Rabbit: A Roll-Your-Own Magical Girl Roleplay → 4 mos ago Forum: Advanced Roleplay



Connie and Gaia both smiled when Miko revealed that she did, indeed, know the answer to the guardian’s riddle. Asking her question, to the sad mask, it answered that its counterpart would tell them the right door was the safe one. Lily quickly became confused on how they should interpret this answer, and Connie was equally puzzled, although being shy and socially awkward, she didn’t have a running monologue about it like the genki greenette did. For her part, Gaia understood the logic behind Miko’s question, but just like the pink-garbed maiden, she also quickly realized the new problem said question’s lack of specificity had presented them with.

The frown on Connie’s mask deepened as Ronin began laughing. “I-I, um, I-I d-don’t really see h-how that’s f-funny…”

Alexander then came up with a possible solution to their dilemma, but Gaia was hesitant to feel any measure of relief.

“Although it pains me to say this,” the verdant maiden spoke up tentatively. “I believe we are only allowed a single question, and, unfortunately, that question has already been asked.”





As MDP’s whimsical rift in reality yawned open, the Princess of Dreams’s eyes also widened as the Jabberwock conjured a massive bone sword with which to oppose the childish cascade she was poised to unleash. An instant later, however, and the giant monstrosity would have an almost equally sizable, and distinctly draconic-looking, monster to contend with…

“Mayra Wayra~!” MDP cheered in giggly delight as she watched her monstrous friend have (from her innocently warped perspective) an exciting wrestling match with the startled Jabberwock.

This distraction allowed MDP’s spell to hammer the Wonderland monstrosity with all its whimsical force (while leaving Mayra completely unscathed). MDP giggled and squealed with delighted amusement as the Jabberwock rapidly diminished in size and menace, until it was reduced to nothing more than a comically helpless dodo-like creature. “Awww~! She looks super duper funny wunny~! (giggle!)” However, the toll of expending so much of her mana quickly caught up with her, and the whimsical girl felt herself getting exceptionally drowsy. “Like, Magical Dream Princess feely weelies super duper sleepy weepy…” she cutely mumbled as her wobbling form plopped onto a helpfully waiting and incredibly soft pink cloud. “She’s gonna takey wakey a nappy wappy nowie~ Nighty… Night….” She murmured, before slipping off to dreamland.

Unfortunately, it was at this point that her mana reserves completely ran out, and the playful Princess of Dreams returned to her not so playful (and completely powerless) mundane self, all her myriad dream magic constructs vanishing in puffs of pink glitter. This was a problem because that included the fluffy cloud friend Violet had been sleeping on, and now the unconscious heiress was sent plummeting to the ground.

Uh, someone might want to, um, catch her…
In Kurai Majokko: Tsundere Gekido → 5 mos ago Forum: Casual Roleplay

C-College? I-Is that a joke?
-Norika Tsukishima


When Finn returned to check over her work, Norika couldn’t keep herself from blushing slightly at the boy’s praise of her abilities. Few people had ever given her such glowing compliments, and, aside from Finn, they had either been a friend, or close family member. To have someone who was essentially a stranger say such things was a new and pleasantly surprising experience. Even so, she didn’t allow those warm feelings to linger for long before rapidly raising her guard back up. This was obviously nothing more than a tactic to breach her defenses, and as genuine as it might have seemed, she refused to allow herself to fall for it.

Especially the part about her parents being impressed. That was categorically impossible.

“T-Thank you,” Norika told her tutor. “I-I’m glad I was able to keep from messing up too badly…” she added, the sentiment being the honest truth. Then Finn mentioned her parents wanting her to attend college, and the frail girl couldn’t help but be taken aback. Giving voice to a shocked gasp, she stammered, “C-College?! M-My parents w-would never s-send me to any school! T-They’d be horrified by the embarrassment and shame I’d bring to the family name,” she explained, her voice filled with bitterness. “T-They’re already looking for another relative to t-take my b-brother’s place as heir to the family’s legacy. T-They’d rather pretend I didn’t even exist…”
In March of the White Rabbit: A Roll-Your-Own Magical Girl Roleplay → 5 mos ago Forum: Advanced Roleplay



To the infiltration team’s good fortune, the stairs did not seem to be trapped in any way (aside from the not-so-insignificant exhaustion generated by such a lengthy ascent), and it wasn’t very long before they reached the topmost door. The ever impetuous Lily opened the (also pleasantly un-trapped) door, to reveal a strange ribbon creature with two theater masks for heads. Upon catching sight of the unnerving being, Connie found herself immensely thankful that she no longer had a fear of masks (wish-granting djinns are such wonderful friends to have). Otherwise, she’d be suffering a particularly crippling panic attack right about now. As it was, she merely found the creature to be rather intimidating, as opposed to utterly traumatizing. Said creature promptly introduced itself as this bizarre realm’s version of Tweedledee and Tweedledum, and then went on to present a little puzzle to solve (which seemed to be something of a running theme, as Lily was observant enough to point out).

“I must concur with Alexander’s assessment,” Gaia spoke up after the magical boy had put forth a fairly simple way of telling which of the two faces was the truthful one, while also noting the potential hazards of simply brute forcing their way past. “The guard itself isn’t the problem,” she added. “It’s choosing the right door, since it would seem likely that the wrong choice would not allow for us to correct our mistake, even if we simply looked inside without actually entering. On the subject of what question we might ask, I must admit, I am afraid that I am not particularly familiar with this part of Alice in Wonderland,” the verdant maiden aded with a small frown. “So I am unsure what the ‘canonical’ answer might be.”

“I-I don’t k-know much about t-that story e-either,” Connie added, her mask forming a frown as well. “T-The C-C-Cheshire C-Cat always s-s-scared m-me…” the timid girl explained in a softer voice as she hugged her shuddering body.

“Might anyone else have greater knowledge on this subject?” Gaia inquired while looking at Miko, who seemed to be the most intelligent and studious member of their group.

The verdant maiden also took note of Alicia’s withdrawal down the stairs, but there was nothing to be said in objection to her decision. While splitting up their party was hardly ideal, the negative impact her presence might have on their attempt to pry the truth from the guardian wasn’t worth the risk of her remaining with them. And besides, the renowned Paladin Seraph was certainly more than capable of handling whatever danger might possibly befall her while separated from them, right?





To MDP’s great delight, Mayra, and Mac, and all her other friends very much wanted to see her super duper special ultimate attack, with Mayra going so far as to kindly assist her in getting closer to the target of said attack. “Weeeeee~! Tee hee heeeee~!” the whimsical girl squealed and giggled gleefully as she (and Mac) were rapidly spun around and around, before subsequently being launched into the air at considerable speed. Twirling her whimsical wand before her with ever increasing rapidity like a makeshift propellor, the bubbly girl began to form a swirling vortex of pure sweet dream magic, while prismatic streamers began to warp the very fabric of reality itself in ever-expanding concentric circles, like ripples in a pond. “Ooooh~! Pretty witty lighty wighties~! (giggle!)” the playful Princess of Dreams exclaimed, utterly enthralled by her own kaleidoscopic display.

Indeed, so absorbed was MDP with creating her adorably dreamy super special ultimate attack, that she didn’t notice Mac(?) surge ahead of her, only to plummet to the ground inside a shell of blades a few seconds later. This was most assuredly for the best, for, had the easily distracted girl noticed this, and the far more alarming pool of blood(!) seeping out of what seemed for all intents and purposes like the wolf cop’s armored coffin, she would have completely failed to cast her super duper awesome spell and placed herself in some super serious trouble! But as it was, she did not see, and thus react to, Mac(?)’s apparent messy demise. Instead, she twirled her wand even faster, the prismatic streamers, sparkles, and myriad whimsical objects pouring forth in an ever increasing torrent of sickeningly sweet adorableness.

“Okie dokie~!” MDP called out with the cutest of winks and the happiest of smiles. “Heresie weresie’s Magical Dream Princess’s super dee duper wooper special wecial ultimate wultimate attacky wacky thingie wingie~! (giggle!)” Taking a deep breath, the whimsical girl shouted at the top of her high-pitched ultra-kawaiiko voice, “SUPER DUPER EXTRA WEXTRA BIGGY WIGGY DELUGEY WELUGEY OF CUTIE WUTINESS~!!!” With that, whatever walls might have separated the whimsical realm of Wonderland and the even more whimsical realm of the Sweet Dream Dimension were comprehensively shattered, allowing an irresistible cascade of delightful dream creatures and whimsical objects to pour forth upon a prismatic tide of dream energy. This mighty barrage was sure to swiftly overwhelm any adversaries in its gleefully giggling path, and the Jabberwock would be no exception.

Probably.
In Kurai Majokko: Tsundere Gekido → 5 mos ago Forum: Casual Roleplay

When does Finn transform into a whiny brat?
-Norika Tsukishima


“O-Oh, uh, r-right,” Norika agreed after Finn expressed his desire to assist her with the first few questions. “A-And thank you,” she added. “I-I really appreciate it.” Even if she still suspected her tutor of having ulterior motives, if he was making the effort to pretend to be friendly, Norika figured it wouldn’t hurt to do the same.

Starting the video, Norika noticed two things very quickly. The first was the clear enthusiasm of the “teacher”, an aspect that never seemed to fail to take at least some of the edge off of even the most boring or complex topics. The second was how the visuals made her think of starship navigation from a video game she and her brother had played. Both of these aspects helped her to look at the normally imposingly impenetrable formulas and matrices from, well, a new perspective. And that was essentially what linear transformations were, right? Changes in perspective. Despite looking different, the core aspects (straight lines and point of origin) remained the same, and Norika couldn’t help but see parallels between that fact and her own transformation into her Magical Girl form. Despite all the outward changes, she was still herself at heart. This was, admittedly, something she’d known on an intuitive level all along, but with this new reaffirmation came an incredibly pertinent question- Was this a source of weakness, or perhaps, a source of strength? In any event, there was no time to ponder such things at the current moment. Soon enough, the video ended, and with its conclusion came the commencement of practical application.

“I-I, um, I think I understand it a b-bit better, now,” Norika told Finn with a small smile. “T-The visuals really helped a lot.”



In a currently unoccupied classroom, Miss Maribel Whitley (or Whitley-san, since this is a Japanese school) was doing various mundane teacher things (and maybe even some not-so-mundane teacher things), while waiting for her next class (or for something of narrative importance) to arrive. However, regardless of whether she was looking out a window at the colorful autumn foliage, reviewing a lesson plan, writing on the black (or more likely white) board, or even studying an ancient eldritch grimoire or observing something unnamable through a nightmare portal, the Detention Club’s faculty advisor would find her solitude interrupted by the sound of a cheerful voice…



“Hey! Hey!” the voice greeted. “Do ya know where Stacy is?!”

Whether the Magical Woman looked up or turned around, she would find herself face-to-face with a trio of young women. The first two looked normal enough, even if they were wearing casual clothes and not the standard school uniform, but the third…

“The crazy cool locator dealie Doc Zinestine gave me said she was in this town, like, super recently,” the first girl continued, holding up a strange looking device from which sprouted several oddly shaped antennas, glowing spheres atop coiled protrusions, and what looked like a tuning fork that crackled with tiny arcs of lightning. “And since this is the only school around here, I figured this was totally where’d she be! Oh! And my name’s also Stacy!” she added after a moment, giving the teacher a cheerful smile. “Nice to meet ya!”

“I’m Sammy Spectacles!” the second, glasses-wearing, girl announced, carefully adjusting said glasses. Then, leaning in close and placing a hand against the side of her face to confound lip readers, she “whispered”, “That’s my super secret secret identity name, just like that Mark Ment guy has in those comic books! Pretty cool, right?!”

“And I’m Staceella!” the final, teal-skinned girl with the star-tipped antenna growing out the top of her head declared. “We couldn’t find a good disguise for me, so they said I should just tell everyone I’m ‘cosplaying’,” Staceella explained, her suction cup-tipped fingers forming air quotes. “Whatever that means!” she added with a happy-go-lucky giggle.

“So, yeah!” Stacy spoke up again. “Have ya, like, seen her around here lately?!”
In Kurai Majokko: Tsundere Gekido → 5 mos ago Forum: Casual Roleplay

H-He has to be planning something, r-right?
-Norika Tsukishima


Norika watched with increasing discomfiture as Finn slowly removed the various pieces and parts of his protective suit. A small part of her wondered if he was just an eccentric goofball, nothing more than the dorky kid he appeared to be. But no, she fiercely reminded herself, that was precisely what he wanted her to think, so as to let her guard down and thus be easy prey for whatever devious plan he was trying to enact. He had arrived dressed in this bizarre outfit for a reason, a reason other than simply accommodating her poor health, and as her tutor finished extricating himself, her mind worked frantically to discern what that reason might be. Unfortunately, by the time the suit was fully removed, she was still no closer to an answer, and it was highly unlikely that her tutor was going to suggest pausing for a break this early into their session to give her more time to come up with one.

Indeed, after apologizing for taking so long, Finn went right back to his little “presentation”, employing his odd visual aids to make things clearer. Norika was honestly thankful for this, as she’d found that she always learned complex ideas better when they were presented via visual examples. Both Kaito and Roche had done this, although their kind encouragement also played a large part with how effective their tutelage was. To Finn’s credit, he was also certainly being polite enough, even if Norika strongly suspected it was merely a well-practiced act.

“Um, y-yes,” she concurred. “I-I also find visual aids to be very useful. A-And I wouldn’t mind seeing a video, i-if you think it might help,” the sickly girl added, trying to sound as timid and unassuming as she could.
In March of the White Rabbit: A Roll-Your-Own Magical Girl Roleplay → 5 mos ago Forum: Advanced Roleplay



With a few more strikes of his hammer, Alexander had made a passage large enough for those still trapped in the wine cellar to fit through. Upon entering the corridor, Connie and Gaia saw that the battle had pretty much concluded. However, although Ronin and Miko had been able to deal with the animated suits of armor with the assistance of Alexander’s clones, the enchanted armors soon revealed that they were fully capable of reassembling themselves…

“Eeep!” Connie yelped, cringing backwards as an armored gauntlet rattled across the floor past her to rejoin its fellows.

“I believe it would be prudent not to linger here for much longer,” Gaia advised, while placing a protective arm around Connie’s trembling form as the masked maiden clung to her. Lily seemed to agree, as with swiftness befitting her nickname, she darted towards the nearby stairs, with a startled Alex chasing after her. At least with him at her side, she’ll hopefully be stoped before she dashes headlong into another trap, Gaia reflected with a mental sigh of relief. “Alright everyone,” the verdant maiden called as she guided Connie into motion. “Let’s not be left behind! I shall ensure that these foes won’t be any further trouble,” she added, conjuring a handful of seeds amidst a swirling of green life energy and tossing them at the reassembling suits of armor. No sooner had they hit their targets, then they erupted into a tangle of thick vines, which swiftly ensnared the animated suits, firmly rooting them in place.

The Daughter of Mother Earth could only guess what manner of opposition might await them at the top of the stairs, but whatever form it took, she hoped that their team’s combined might would be able to overcome it.





“Bonky wonky~! (giggle!)” MDP called with childish glee as she bonked yet another card soldier on the head. Her painfully limited attention was far too focused on playing her current game to notice much else of what was going on elsewhere amidst the chaotic combat, for better or worse. However, the Gryphon’s mightily roared proclamation and subsequent monstrous metamorphosis managed to acquire even the ditzy Princess of Dreams’s notice.

“Golly wolly~! She got super duper biggy wiggy~!” MDP exclaimed, more fascinated than horrified at the imposing sight looming above them. “But, like, Magical Dream Princess thinky winkies that namey wamey soundy woundies super duper silly willy~! (giggle!) And, like, this songy wongy is really funny wunny, too~!” she added, both the ostensibly sinister song and terrifying title serving only to bring giggly amusement to the hyperactive girl’s whimsically childish brain. In fact, so amused was she, and so harmless did her dream barrier make the intensifying hail of bone blades, that the innocent girl was completely unaware of the mounting danger. It was only when Rachel shouted that this was some form of “ultimate attack”, that MDP finally began to comprehend the seriousness of the situation. “Wowie zowie~! Her ultimate wultimate attacky wacky~?!” the playful princess echoed, a big smile spreading across her adorable face. “Like, Magical Dream Princess has one of those, too~! (giggle!) Like, does everybodywody wanna see~! Do you~?! Do you~?! Do you~?!” she asked, excitedly bouncing up and down as sparkles of delight filled her eyes.
In Kurai Majokko: Tsundere Gekido → 5 mos ago Forum: Casual Roleplay

L-Let’s just get this over with…
-Norika Tsukishima


Norika simply stared blankly through the entire first half of Finn’s explanation, before giving voice to a soft “O-Okay,” in confirmation that all they’d be doing was learning things together. Of course, she didn’t believe that for a minute, despite the boy detective’s fairly rational reason for his presence and assurance that he had no ulterior motives. The timing, the bizarre outfit he was wearing, the talk of “transformations”, it was all far too convenient, far too pertinent, to be as innocuous as he wanted her to believe it was. This, unsurprisingly, meant that she would once again have to be on high alert throughout his visit. After all, even the slightest slip up could be disastrous, and it wasn’t as if she could just tell him to leave, as much as she might have wanted to.

“I-I, uh, I-I guess I understand…” Norika replied hesitantly once Finn had finished explaining his lattice example. “O-Oh, and, umm… W-While it’s true I have a weak constitution, y-you don’t need to wear that suit for my sake,” she told the detective-turned-tutor, averting her gaze as she did so. “B-Besides… I-I’m pretty sure suits like that are for protecting the person wearing them, not the other way around…”
In An Idiot's Dungeon Union → 5 mos ago Forum: Casual Roleplay

Zoppy

Zoppy’z got a customer!
-Zoppy


“Hi! Hi!” Zoppy greeted the young dwarf who’d crashed into her makeshift table, even as she frantically worked to keep her various wares arranged in a pleasing manner after the collision threatened to completely collapse the pile of rubble they had been placed upon. “Welcome ta Zoppy’z shoppy! Zoppy’z got lotz o’ nice fingz fer ya, if ya gotz sum shiniez fer ‘er!” the intrepid shopkeeper announced with a big, toothy smile. “Ere’z sum lucky dirt, an’ ere’z sum lucky rockz! Zoppy’ll gib ‘em ta ya fer only a few lotz! An’ ere’z Zoppy’z nicest nice fingz! Sum lucky boney staby fingz! Zoppy’ll gib ya one fer many lotz!” the goblin girl happily informed her customer as she pointed a finger of her non-deformed hand at one of the bone daggers. “Zoppy dinkz itz a really really gud deal!”
In March of the White Rabbit: A Roll-Your-Own Magical Girl Roleplay → 5 mos ago Forum: Advanced Roleplay



Connie, Gaia, and the others still trapped in the wine cellar wouldn’t have to wait long before the results of the “rescue team’s” mission became apparent (but not before Lily almost alerted whatever guards were around by loudly calling out, the ditzy girl’s realization of this fact just in the nick of time prompting a very relieved sigh from Gaia). First, the sound of clanking footfalls could be heard, a less-than-pleasant indication that their rescuers had met with some form of opposition. Shortly thereafter, however, and the sound of a hammer blow heralded the opening of a small hole in the room’s wall. Apparently, Alexander had found a way of breaching the barrier, and, as the magical boy informed them, it wouldn’t be long before he’d made a hole big enough to permit unhindered passage into the corridor beyond.

“A-Are Ronin and M-Miko o-okay?” Connie inquired with a nervous frown.

“Yes, it sounds as though you found some trouble out there,” Gaia added.

Yet, as Alex continued to hammer away at the wall, the pair of friends’ question was answered by the strange sight they could glimpse through the ever-widening opening the magical boy was making. Ronin and Miko were fighting several animated suits of armor by having the later swing around the sword-wielding former, the bizarre tactic giving Ronin’s blade a greatly extended reach. Even so, not only was it highly unorthodox, it was also highly amusing, and as she watched, Gaia did her best to stifle a small giggle.

The sight also called to mind a certain even more whimsically unorthodox magical girl, and Gaia couldn’t help but wonder just what comical antics she was up to right now…





“Yay~! Yay~! Time to play~! (giggle!)” MDP cheered as she bounced into the midst of the chaotic combat, her little army of new friends following after her. “Let’s capture wapture the castle wastle~! Like, don’t get hit, that’d be a hassle~!” she sang as she danced around and twirled her whimsical wand, sending prismatic streamers of sweet dream magic trailing behind her. Soon enough, she’d created a dream barrier that completely surrounded her group of friends, and no small number of the mermaid princess’s forces as well, turning all incoming attacks into harmlessly cute and cuddly (and sometimes even edible) items. Skipping over to where a line of card soldiers was distracted by all the other bizarre attackers besieging their castle, the Princess of Dreams playfully tapped each of them with her wand, sending the entire formation crumpling to the ground, while several stars and moons with cute faces began orbiting their craniums. “Bonk those meanies on the head, and send their brainies off to bed~! (giggle!)”
In An Idiot's Dungeon Union → 5 mos ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
The City of Pax Septimus was looking a bit stranger of late, but a consensus had yet to be reached on whether this was a good thing or a bad thing. Instead of its usually gloomy and gritty atmosphere, the so-called “City of Blood’s” art deco architecture had been soaked in bright, vibrant colors, creating a cheerful and rather whimsical atmosphere evoking a cartoonish beach resort. It wasn’t quite as childishly cringey as that time reality got broken and the world wound up looking like a child’s crayon drawing in that one episode of Teen Titans (the 2003 version, not the shit version), but it was pretty close. The trappings of this harmless, vacation atmosphere were even extended to the city’s populace, and with it also came a complete ban on violence of any kind, which was greatly appreciated by some, and greatly loathed by others. Yet, there were a few residents that were entirely unconcerned about the recent drastic changes, one of which being the elderly proprietor of a quaint little shop in the city’s historic district, Torvald’s Tomes and Trinkets…



Of course, since old Torvald had been around the proverbial block several thousand times, he had already encountered this particular peculiar enchantment (and the being responsible for it) before, and so was well-accustomed to its relatively harmless effects. That said, there were still a few things that needed checking up on, and as the now beach-attired sagely shopkeeper took note of the most pertinent sea-side alterations made to his various wares, he did not notice the twin tears in the plenumic fabric which opened above his front counter and deposited upon it what appeared to be several broken toys, before closing once more. This was undeniably for the best, for, had Torvald seen the distinct yellowy-green arcs of crackling lightning that outlined those tears, he would have recognized them as being the work of someone that he knew to be very very wary of. But, as it was, he did not see, and so, upon turning around, he was pleasantly surprised to find the new merchandise waiting for him.

“My my! What have we here?” Torvald wondered aloud as he looked over the new arrivals.

The first was an action figure of a swordswoman in a black bodysuit over which was worn more traditional Japanese attire, although, somewhat distressingly, her head was no longer attached to her body. Even more distressing was the condition of the second toy. A large, eldritch tentacle creature, it had been sliced cleanly in twain, as had the small collection of lesser toy creatures that were clearly part of the same “set”. Finally, there was what looked to be a bionicle mask of some sort. How odd. Tapping his spectacles (which had become a pair of sunglasses), Torvald ran a full diagnostic scan on the assorted playthings, his eyes widening as knowledge was gleaned.

“Ah!” the sage exclaimed, an exited grin spreading across his wizened features. “So you’ve arrived from another reality plenum, have you? How delightfully fascinating! In fact,” he added, taking an even closer look. “It appears you’re resonating with multiple plenumic signatures! Multiverse traveling toys… What a grand novelty! And what tales I’m sure you could tell! But now is not the time for that! No, first you need some patching up, and I have just the tools for the task!” Torvald declared with a chuckle as he retrieved his repair kit from below the counter.

While once a polished wildwood case with gilded glittergleam edges, it had now assumed the form of a colorful plastic tackle box. Thankfully, the various tools within remained unaffected by the whimsical magic permeating the city, and Torvald swiftly set to work mending the mangled playthings. “I’m no stranger to sudden arrivals to my humble shop, you know,” he told the toys as he went about his work. “Or departures,” he added with a chuckle. “Why, I quite vividly recall one such instance, long, long ago. It was in another world, in another age. An age of adventure…”



“Well now, it looks like you’re all good as new!” Torvald declared triumphantly as he gazed down at his handiwork, before putting his tools back into their case. “And I think I know just the place for you,” he added, gathering the repaired toys and placing them on a shelf between a set of voodoo dolls and several wooden marionettes.

Pleased with their placement, Torvald returned to the front counter, unaware that the head of the swordswoman action figure had slowly turned to track his departure…
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