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Our Daily Lives have Become a Battlefield: A Battle School RP

@OwO Oh hey, what would Yasu think about Kosuke? His mana core's a bit weird so I'd think he'd be able to sneak up on her. Although I think the smell would give him away. :D

Our Daily Lives have Become a Battlefield: A Battle School RP

@VitaVitaAR
I'm completely aware of that, and so is Kosuke. He hangs out at school because that's where his body used to go and he's got nothing better to do. To be honest that ability is mostly flavour for why he can body-swap and his body being weird. It's not really meant to be used, but I think I can add something to it so that he could fight normally, although I don't really intend for him to fight anyone to any serious degree.

I could add something like he can't feel anything in his body so he can drive it beyond its limits if he feels like, and as long as the necrosis stage is beginning the damage could be reversible given enough time, but it isn't too consistent.

So he'd be a real zombie but he can't really win fights and after fights he wouldn't be able to heal if he was unlucky, but he's mostly supposed to be a heckler anyway. How's that sound?

Our Daily Lives have Become a Battlefield: A Battle School RP

Alright, here we go >:)

The dead guy

Name: "The name of this unlucky schmuck who's body I stole? Let me check his ID for a sec. Here we go… Kisuke Kimura? The hell kind of boring ass name is that? Whatever, I can work with this."

Age: "IDs don't got age on them do they? Oi, birthday, right, right… Wait. This ID is fake as shit. This dude is not 23."

Gender: "To be honest I kind of forgot what I used to be, but this dude is definitely a dude."

Appearance: "Funny thing is anybody who's body I inhabit get their hair colour bleached out when they die. I didn't mention that did I? But one look at me and you'd think I was dead already. The bandages are so I can keep my flesh on me, and this dude isn't that tall so I don't have to use as many. I gotta admit, that's pretty good."

Backstory: "I don't remember enough for a full history. I can't even really try to remember when it all started, but I can at least give you a rundown of my last few bodies. You'd think somebody minding their own business would be free to just chill and stay alive, you know. But man, every time somebody just has to just up and ruin it for themselves and kill me. Yeah, I'm a ghost. I don't get how it really works, and I don't really care either. If someone kills me, the grudge gets them. It's like a part of me but not a part of me at the same time. I think every ghost has it, that's probably how poltergeists and whatever works, but my grudge is only for the person that ends me. It's like a curse, it instantly destroys their Mana Core and that usually kills them. I've never seen anybody live through that. Never tried it against anything without a Mana Core. I'm not tryna die here, that's the opposite of what I want."

"But there's always going to be something that gets me killed. I was walking along, minding my own business when suddenly, boom, knife in the gut from one unlucky motherfucker. Couple seconds later, dead body, not me, although it was me up until that second. I'd been in that body for too long already, it rotted pretty quick. I burned it anyway just in case. I lucked out on this guy. He was already a weirdo, carrying around a normal knife instead of an AE Drive or whatever they're called. You can get good cheap ones if you just want to mug somebody, but he had a normal pocket knife. Weirdo."

"He also had dead parents and was also loner. Yeah he had classmates or whatever but none of them even asked about the bandages. People always ask about the bandages. Nobody even knew what this guy did in his spare time. Well he shanked me in that alleyway but I don't know what else he did in his spare time. I found his condo, with somebody else in it. He was behind in payments. I he'd have a job bot I had no idea what it was. I figured I should join a club to kill time because I didn't really care about much beyond not getting killed but I was getting really bored."

"I joined the Zero Rankers since it didn't seem like they were up to much. They're not up to much. They're never up to much. I made a good choice."

• IE Skill: Abhāgya Bāhya: Outside the Saṃsāra of Life and Death.
  The spirit has no knowledge of the inner workings of this Inherent Engine skill, although it's not significantly different from their impressions. As a sort of spirit grudge who has resisted the cycle of reincarnation, its Mana core has warped into something twisted. The spirit is a grudge which has persisted after death, the grudge of having been killed before their time. As a spirit this has conferred them with an insidious Internal Engine Skill. Upon being killed, the grudge activates and focuses all the power of its Mana Core to shatter the assailant's. The capacity of the Mana Core hardly makes a difference, an attack like this will pierce straight through most defences. If the rupturing of the Mana Core doesn't kill them, the shock will.
  
  The act of killing, regardless of if they are a sinner or a saint ranks highly amongst the transgressions. Retaliation, while not always justified becomes the lesser sin, and the grudge a lesser transgression. However, this spirit has already transgressed by refusing to become part of the cycle of life and death. This isn't just a gambit, this is desperation. Abhāgya Bāhya can only activate when the spirit has been consigned to death. There is no returning. If Abhāgya Bāhya fails, it's over. The spirit will finally experience a true death.
  
  The spirit's hold on its host body waxes and wanes over time. The weaker it is, the less likely the flesh will hold together. Weaker still, and the spirit's soul may even be forced to hide inside the Mana Core until the body regenerates to normal. This regeneration is caused by the world rebalancing, compensating for the presence of the dead leaving the body. Too long however and the body will die, but this sort of thing doesn't happen too often.

Active Engine Device: The spirit's Mana Core is completely non-functional outside of Abhāgya Bāhya. It won't even activate the weakest of AEDs. The human Kosuke Kimura wields a pocket knife and that's as good as it's going to get.

Skills: A spirit inhabiting a body needs time to adjust to it. Things like muscle memory exist, but they'll have no knowledge of the body's original fighting style or techniques. They may even have difficulties moving if the body is too incompatible. However, this spirit is extremely good at surviving with his unique condition. In all its time in this state it has never relinquished its hold on life. The spirit has an uncommon tenacity and willpower.

Rank: 0

Club:

• Zero Rankers
  Not all students are created equal. Some students are created far less equal than others. If you self-identify as any variation of "Shit", "Garbage", or "Sub-par Trash", this may be the club for you. Apart, we may be weak, but together we would still probably get breezed on, but at least we can pool our BP together to get some pizza for after the losses. What clubs are bold enough to get pizza delivered to the school? The Zero Rankers, that's who. Anyone over Rank 1 isn't allowed unless you're also above Rank 40 and if you are can you please join us so you can carry us? We're so tired of losing

Our Daily Lives have Become a Battlefield: A Battle School RP

Oh this sounds great, I'm gonna make a character for this soon enough but first up I've got a club to put down for other people. :D

The character's gonna be a weird one for sure. I hope it comes off well

• Zero Rankers
  Not all students are created equal. Some students are created far less equal than others. If you self-identify as any variation of "Shit", "Garbage", or "Sub-par Trash", this may be the club for you. Apart, we may be weak, but together we would still probably get breezed on, but at least we can pool our BP together to get some pizza for after the losses. What other clubs are bold enough to get pizza delivered to the school? The Zero Rankers, that's who. Anyone over Rank 1 isn't allowed unless you're also above Rank 40 and if you are can you please join us so you can carry us? We're so tired of losing

Royal Rumble!

@AtomicNut

"...Edrigan?" The passing student she'd hailed down said.

St. Lucifer's had a certain atmosphere to it that was hard to pin down until you entered it. From far away, all seemed normal, but the closer you looked the more it was obvious something was off. Nothing major, small things here and there. Most of the students tended to care a little less than normal. There were more disorderly uniforms. More downcast faces. There was no minority, but certainly not any majority.

Any school in Rhea was always filled with a colorful set of students, regardless of what school you were in. Here, those colors seemed hushed, or diluted.

"Right, that is her last name... yeah." The student said. "She's probably in the committee room or something, I don't know. It's over there between a couple of classrooms."

The student shuffled off without answering any further inquiries from Diana. A student committee by any other name would perhaps be using a spare classroom or club room to hold meetings, and St. Lucifer's student committee wasn't exactly different in that aspect. The room they employed was simply an empty ground floor club room, without any shelves or the normal trappings which would normally hold the supplies needed for day-to-day use.

The student committee sourced those elsewhere, so it's not too unusual for the clutter to be removed. The unusual part was the long oval conference table that was there, and the black leather office chairs. Just how it always seemed to hang empty until the blinds were drawn, and it would be empty again soon after, looking for all the world like no one had ever been in there.

The blinds were drawn now. If someone were to be at the door this very moment, they'd notice it was very slightly ajar. The committee room's door had only ever been seen shut by the normal students. If they were brave enough to put their ear to the gap they would hear something even more amazing.

"...Christine Abigail, if you can hear this, I'm sorry."

That would unfortunately be the end of the miracles, as after a few moments of silence, the phone clattered to the table and not another sound was heard.

@Hammerman@Crazy Scion

Royal Rumble!

Dream upon a Star

St. Laurel's student council. While outshined by their president, was nonetheless made up of exceptional people. Part of the duties of a new Student Council President is to select the rest of the members of the council, under advisement from the previous president. Unfortunately the previous president had chosen almost entirely students from their year level in their previous running, and when they had graduated it left a large vacuum, which the Child of Light had filled admirably.

The last generation's student council had housed some of their most powerful students, on succession the students left were far less experienced in almost every aspect. As a result, the new generation's council contained a lot of new blood. They were inexperienced, but their first year had passed without many worries. The events of the day before had been something unexpected for them. They Student Council for the most part were proficient academically, but had a ways to go in terms of combat power.

Their reactions to the attack were varied. None of those reactions were strong, save for the President. For the rest, it was something between in between running from a raging fire and entering into a nightmare. It was like a reminder of the world they had once lived in, the one from their history books was still the world of today.

Looking out of the window of the council rooms, the students were all treading carefully. Many had visible injuries. Many, they knew, had less visible ones. The council room was silent except for the sound of pen on paper, or the sounds of typing on a keyboard.

Suddenly, Alto walked through the door.

"Alto, I thought you were…" Eliza, the Student Council's secretary said.

Were wounded, she was about to say. He still was. He had his right arm in a sling, and there were some bandages barely visible under his uniform. Alto caught her looking at his right arm.

"This is just a fracture, I can still write with my left if need be." He said as he walked to his desk.

She thought even his family with their… expectations would let him rest after all he'd been through.

"I'm here voluntarily. There's work that needs to be done." He said.

The council members present all shared a look.

"We can handle anything you'd need to do today…" She said.

He looked at her with gentle eyes.

"I appreciate that, but this... This isn't for today." He said, handing her a document from the folder he had been carrying. "This is… for tomorrow."

Tomorrow was both the right, and wrong word. It wouldn't begin tomorrow, but it could. It wasn't just for the next day, it was for all the days after as well. It was, all things considered, a large undertaking. It was quite simple on paper, but the page didn't tell the whole story. What he was planning meant nothing less than shouldering the burdens of every student in the school who needed help.

To acknowledge the mistakes, and to help them.

"This is a proposal… For a club?" She said.

The name was written in Alto's immaculate handwriting. It made it look almost like it was emblazoned on the sheet. The Zodiac Circle.

"You can call it a new council, more or less." Alto said.

He took a few queues from King and Clara. He needed to set something in motion, something major which could be the difference when it came down to a situation like this again. At the same time, he needed to keep his true cards close to his chest to make things operate to the potential he hoped it could reach.

"I can't say our power as a school was ever in doubt. But yesterday made one thing clear, I can't lead everyone alone. I can't solve everything alone if something like this were to happen again."

For a long time, the burden of his expectations were just something he shouldered, but now he understood that he never had to be satisfied with it.

"I need you all to take care of organization, I have a rough structure outlined but it needs some refinement." He said, handing over the rest of his sheets. "I'll make sure the proposal goes through smoothly, and I've got some early candidates in mind already so I'll need to gather them. I'll start by getting some letters out and I'll see how it goes from there."

Eliza was momentarily overwhelmed by the deluge of information but she regained her footing quickly enough. She sorted through the documents quickly. The notes were organized extremely well, to the point where she could tell which council member's expertise was required at a glance.

Now that she got a good look at them she could see that he did mean it to be a big thing, or as large as such an organization could be as students. It was really, nothing more than a club, but the titular Council while within it were to be chosen to lead the student body in times of crisis. A branch, or rather a new wing of the Student Council.

Starting with class representatives from each class so as to integrate with the regular class leadership systems, with the option for them to delegate to another classmate, or leave it to the Student Council to choose. These leaders would become part of an informal sort of council structure, as opposed to the rigid bureaucracy of a true council.

They could help each other, and then help others. It could truly shake up the foundations of the school, but it would mostly act within the exact same structure.

"Ah…" Eliza said as a thought rose to the surface. "A speech. You'll have to do one, won't you?"

She didn't imagine he hadn't already begun in some way, shape, or form. No, he was always well prepared with his speeches. She would never admit it openly but she loved hearing his speeches. Well, it was like… hearing a hero in the modern age. Like stories they used to read, so it pained her to see him after the events of yesterday. As he walked into the council room this morning, she had also feared the worst but as soon as he began to talk she found a calm settling over her.

"I have a few particular lines I want to say but not too much beyond what we already have." He replied. "I have it here, you want to take a look?"

He handed her one final sheet of paper. Her eyes settled on one particular, immaculate handwritten line.

The stars should never be out of reach.

Royal Rumble!

Call me… Old Fashioned.

Peculiar sounds could be heard in the forest. Those familiar with it however would know, the sound of a plasma blade clashing with a light blade created at a matching frequency.

"Wait, you're really going to do this in your uniform?" King said after a clash between their blades sent a shower of sparks flying over them. "On your day off?"

"Representing my school means representing its values," Alto replied coolly. "One of which is to always uphold the standard of St. Laurel's, including outside of school hours!"

He placed his strength into a heavier strike, which King parried with ease.

"What I'm hearing is you don't own any other clothes," He said, dodging Alto's next strike as King's machine came to life.

A 6 armed blocky robot. Holes opened on each arm and it started firing a barrage of tennis balls at Alto. He entered God Speed, slicing them out of the air by the dozen. Suddenly, King appeared through the storm as God Speed began to fade, and swung at Alto.

Finally, Alto fell back, panting, as King signalled his robot to stop.

"You're doing preeeeetty good," King said, helping him to his feet.

"It's not good enough," Alto said.

He had to get strong enough to prevent a disaster like that from happening again. Perhaps it was forgivable to fail in such circumstances, but Alto could only consider the lives lost as a disgrace.

"Well I gotta get the robot to vacuum up all the tennis balls you cut so we're not starting back any time soon. Gotta watch out for the environment."

The robot dutifully did as it was told. King was an enigma as always, even after the events of the tournament he never seemed to dwell on it.

"You've got that look where you want to swing at me, what've you got?"

And as always, he hadn't lost his touch when it came to talking in an annoying manner.

"…You never think of growing stronger, do you?" Alto said.

"Oh, me personally? No."

"Hmph, I was right." Alto said.

"Well… don't get me wrong, getting stronger is great and all, but at a certain point it's not going to matter." King said. "When the threat gets big enough there's only enough strength you can have. When that day comes, I need everybody to be ready."

Well, he did have a point. It seemed like he was satisfied with being as strong as he was and letting his tools make up for the difference.

"Looks like the bot's done, let's get back to training." He said.

Royal Rumble!

Tidings

Diana grimaced as she discarded the last piece of her everyday clothing. The latter part of the tournament had been quite a haze, despite her good showing. The vigilantes had tried to scout her, but the whole affair had proved to be quite confusing as her body had not been her own for a while. That... being had used her like a flesh puppet, making her dance to her merry tune. She was glad she admitted she had shown herself too much as she made herself scarce. Eyeing the frilled abomination that was the cosplay dress of the most popular magical girl show, she wondered if the Moira and the comic store boss were one and same.

Speaking of the devil, here he came, barging into the dressing room for no particular reason. Diana did not batter an eyelid until she saw what he was dangling on his hand. "Forget about Descartes-chan, Reddeadelle is the new fad." He said, beady eyes staring from his foggy glasses, and portly demeanor.

"Its nothing but a few straps of leather, that is no proper clothes." Diana droned, unimpressed at his antics.

"This is what boosts sales, Diane" He never got her name right. "And you will need to do it since someone wanted you badly now in the middle of your shift."
He dangled the letter menacingly, as Diana narrowed her eyes and began to dress again. "Some privacy, please." She finally said, ice in her words as her so called boss waddled out of the dressing room. A mysterious letter and a crossed idiotic boss. Nice start for a weekend.
She walked outside, stopping for a second to process the view before her. A fancy limousine welcomed her to go inside. "Well... either Lightbringer is pulling a prank or someone is kidnapping me to do perverted things." At least it was a bit more enticing that the comic store crusty antics, so she made her way inside the vehicle.

"I didn't imagine you were the type of person who entered a situation like this so… unguarded." Clara said, appearing from the shade of the inside of the limo. It looked like she had been there from the beginning. "Take a seat."

When Diana sat down, the limo would be on its way. It wasn't going anywhere in particular. Through the back streets. Somewhere inconspicuous. This discussion didn't need to be long, but it may not necessarily be quick.

"…I'm here to make you an offer." She finally said as she gazed at the buildings passing by.

"Things are seldom what they appear to be like, lady Clara." She added as she flexed her fingers, daintly illuminated lines of reinforcement being seen. Diana tilted her head as she took to the comfortable seat of the vehicle. "If you could coerce that idiot with a letter it means you are powerful, and if you could hire a limo to impress me it means you are resourceful. I am listening... my previous companion was not as amenable."

Powerful… for a comic shop owner? How amusing. It wasn't even worth watching someone like that squirm. There were so many here like Diana who didn't know their true value, or perhaps they just didn't try to reach it. People like that had always been… a target of interest, for her father, Mephisto. Clara had been the same, once upon a time.

"We can provide you with all the reagents you require for your spells. Name something, and we will provide it." She said. "But… I do have a condition for you."

"Good, because sometimes those involve human remains." Diana said as she drew a hand through her pure silver hair. "There is always one. Magic teaches you that. And it is good to know those."

Clara nodded.

"I suppose it's less of a condition and more of a pre-requisite," She continued. "Some rules of magic are more or less true for business as well. There's no deal without a condition, but rather than a deal, I wish this to be a continual trade."

She explained. In return for providing reagents, they could also offer her a facility for research, storage, or whatever she saw fit. In return, Clara would make certain requests of Diana. Diana could refuse, but Clara would make sure any tasks were within her limits. The conditions were she would be transferred from her previous school, and she would also have to keep up with lessons at her new school like a normal student, on top of whatever Clara requested.

"We'll give you these benefits if you agree to the trade, but with any trade comes the need for a show of trust. We've sent a package for you to your home, you should find some useful, hard to obtain regents inside." She said.

"Hm,it's a good offer... although there is something I do not quite understand." Diana said, folding her hands neatly on her lap. "The negotiator." He paused. "You must be aware of my past with Lightbringer, and that he might be a good choice to get me join your side. Not involving me means that you either did not truly know, which is highly unlikely... or the fact that you can't trust Lightbringer... as Mephisto's dog." Diana's expression remained neutral through the entire process. " So whose idea was this... Mephisto or yours?"

Clara's eyes glowed a dangerous red, but only for a moment.

"That… is not something you need to concern yourself about." She said coldly.

But then she caught herself, and sighed. It wasn't necessary for her to show that emotion either. Any amount of deception would do just fine.

"My father is jailed right now, if you haven't noticed. It more or less doesn't matter to him what I do even when he's around, and he's not even in a position where he can make a move, nor will he really need to." She replied. "Does that satisfy your curiosity?"

"It does. Glad to know who is cutting my paycheck." Diana tilted her head, unfazed by the display. "Helps when there are conflicts of interest." She added. "On another matter, continued cooperation is fine indeed, but concretion is even better... what do you need me to do and when, exactly?"

"I'll be in contact when you're needed. For now, you may return to your workplace if you so desire, or you can return home. The shop owner should allow you to take the day off, if not, I'll have a stern word with him later…" She said.

The limousine rolled to a stop outside of the store.

"I'll assume you'll want to change back into your regular clothes first." She said.

As Diana exited, Clara left some parting words.

"Before I would have you enter our employ, you'll be put to the test. You may not know when it will come. It's meant to be that way."

"I think i will pass. Someone who is not straightforward recruiting is not worth it."
Diana said to herself as she began to walk away towards home.

"Suit yourself," Clara said.

The door of the limousine slammed shut and it sped off. Losing one opportunity wasn't much of a loss if it only cost her a box of ingredients and some time. She'd see it bear some fruit one way or another. She wouldn't know what form it would take, but it would at the very least be interesting. The last rule of the trade, it doesn't end unless you let it end.

@AtomicNut

Warped Earth, Twisted Air (An Urban Fantasy Dungeon Crawler RP) — Now Open!

I dropped in to ask if there's any spots open for another character? I know it says full but I do wanna ask just in case

Demons In Space! (Sci-Fi/Fantasy Crossover)

Hey, this sounds cool, count me in, please! But I'd like to ask, do you have anything in mind for a first arc already yet? I'm curious what kind of scale we'll end up going for here.