Rune_Alchemist

Champions Have Arrived in the New World: A Problem Children and No Game No Life-Inspired Isekai RP

Still here, too

Just

Had a bit of a rough December.

In The End (Code Vein RP)

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"Doesn't seem like I need too." Bridget harrumphed, casting a glance over to Delmina. "Looks like your brains didn't go all to your cow tits." The Revenant grabbed the red ones, cracking one for herself to illuminate her surroundings. Not wasting any time, she managed to fasten it to the belt she was wearing. The next four red ones soon followed suit, creating at least a decently visible area in front of her. Still, this darkness made her slightly uneasy. Lost were probably hiding in here somewhere - they always were in places like this. Like annoying little insects scurrying about the dark.

Ahhhh, she wanted to sink her fangs into something already...

"Either of you get in my way," She began trekking into the subway system, keeping her ears open and ready for a Lost ambush. "I might forget you aren't a lost."

In The End (Code Vein RP)

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Among the thralls, was a rather standoffish revenant dressed in what seemed to be some sort of long, fur lined cloak. For the most part, they had kept to themselves. Even when not out in the field she had never once taken off her mask and had generally avoided talking with others. She hadn't made it easy, either - had someone even tried to, she'd have either told them to get lost or simply glared at them until they got the message.

She hefted her rusty, miasma corroded great sword over her shoulders as she silently waited for her captors to finish. Fools, every last one of them. She wanted to sink her own fangs into them but sometimes, one needed patience. As long as this makeshift bomb was strapped to her, it'd be stupid to try it. She cast a rather cool glare over to a particularly dark skinned one wearing something she'd expect a woman with no standards to even consider it. That one in particular could use a lesson in waiting for an opportunity. When it was finally time for them to be sent, Bridget said nothing. A small grunt and a cold glare to the one holding the gun was all the satisfaction they'd get out of her. So she set off with her group into the subway system.

Stepping past the gate, she was met with a near oppressive darkness. Keh, morons. If they wanted to find Blood Beads at least take care of your playthings.

How to navigate without light...Bridget cast a glance over to Diamond. Oh. She was going to be one of those talkative types, eh? Maybe she could get some entertainment, then. "...Keh, if by working together you mean me using you as a meat shield, then yeah. I'd say sure, lets work together." Diamond couldn't tell, but the other Revenant was grinning under her mask as her slightly muffled, rough voice filled the room. "Though maybe since that fat one over there has a death wish, she'd be better at it, Keh-heh!" Roughly walking past her with a rough laugh, Bridget set her sights on the problem at hand. "...don't do anything stupid and we'll get along juuuust fine, for however long you live."

There was the vague memory of a door just before the gate was closed, but other than that, nothing. She didn't have any sort of gift or object on her that could generate light, either. Walking forward into the subway, Bridget moved deeper in, using what little light there was to navigate and see if she could find anything that could be used as a source of light.

In The End (Code Vein RP)

Bridget

Appearance:
Standing at five foot four, Bridget is not exactly physically impressive...if not for the fact she carries around a giant sword as big as she is. Bridget has bright red hair, and blue eyes that seem to almost glare at everything around her. Her gasmask hardly ever comes off, and most seem to not recall her ever having taken it off. Her hands seem to have developed claws - a side effect of being almost too far gone one to many times or a simple Revenant mutation? Who knows.

Name: Bridget Lycette
Age: 21
Blood Code:
Fenrir
A Blood Code focused on heavy defense and high balance. Most of its gifts focus on self buffs, with a few geared towards team protection and special attacks that focus on explosive limb-rending power. It lacks mobility and has a somewhat low Ichor stock.

Gifts:
Rallying Howl (Active): Reinforces allies blood to increase balance, causing a decent increase to staggering resist.
Pure Blood (Passive): Small increase to all debuff resistance.
Restorative Offering: A gift every Revenant has. Sacrifices ones own health in order to bring an ally back from the brink of death before they disperse.
Regeneration x3: Standard healing ability. Currently three uses.
Gear:
Sunset Greatsword
Broken Fang: An Ogre-type bloodveil, Heavy class

Memories:
Someone else in Bridget's shoes might despair over their lack of memories, but the woman herself? She could hardly care less about what might have been forgotten. She ascribes to one philosophy - move forward, the past is absolutely irrelevant and doesn't matter in the slightest. As long as you have feet to move, an arm to claw with, you can survive. Memories are nothing more than fleeting things, after all.

...perhaps its a rather sad view, after all.

What she does remember however, is not exactly happy things. She's been alone for as long as she can remember. Her earliest memory is of waking up, a rusty Queenslayer greatsword laying discarded at her side. The weapon of which, would eventually be her main weapon of choice, almost feeling like an old friend in her hands - but she didn't think much more of it beyond it being a convenient tool for keeping herself alive.

Setting off, she began a simple life as a scavenger in the world of Vein. Bloodbeads, renovating what seemed to be an old bookstore to be her little home, even fixing it up. She was rather proud of turning it into something livable. Friends? Allies? She didn't care. As far as she was concerned, other people just were using up things she could use. If she ever ran into other people, more often than not she either just avoided them or stole their Bloodbeads.

...though what happened to that one guy? That one person she doesn't know the name of? They keep showing up in her memories occasionally, but she can't quite recall their name or anything aside from their face. She gets the feeling they're important - why are they apologizing? Why does the sight of them fill her with so much anger and regret at the same time?

...she doesn't think about it. Needless worries will get her killed.

This life of hers was soon swiftly ended when she got in over her head and she was taken as a Thrall by a rather powerful group of revenants. Unfortunately for them, they left her with a weapon. So all she had to do was just bide her time and wait for a moment to kill every single one of them.

Personality:
Bridget is...rough around the edges to say the least. The Revanant doesn't like people. She doesn't like getting along with them. She see's most other people as toys for her amusement, nothing more, nothing less. She especially likes scaring them or making them piss their pants for giggles. Doesn't help she isn't as much of a muscle head as she tends to let on. Needless to say, she's not going to be winning any popularity contests.

Perhaps its some memory she has forgotten, but under that rough personality seems to be a strong desire to protect people she likes.

Other:
Despite an aggressive nature, Bridget is surprisingly well read. She'll read any book she can get her hands on.

In The End (Code Vein RP)

@Lucius Cypher

Welp, here she is

Bridget

Appearance:
Standing at five foot four, Bridget is not exactly physically impressive...if not for the fact she carries around a giant sword as big as she is. Bridget has bright red hair, and blue eyes that seem to almost glare at everything around her. Her gasmask hardly ever comes off, and most seem to not recall her ever having taken it off. Her hands seem to have developed claws - a side effect of being almost too far gone one to many times or a simple Revenant mutation? Who knows.

Name: Bridget Lycette
Age: 21
Blood Code:
Fenrir
A Blood Code focused on heavy defense and high balance. Most of its gifts focus on self buffs, with a few geared towards team protection and special attacks that focus on explosive limb-rending power. It lacks mobility and has a somewhat low Ichor stock.

Gifts:
Rallying Howl (Active): Reinforces allies blood to increase balance, causing a decent increase to staggering resist.
Pure Blood (Passive): Small increase to all debuff resistance.
Restorative Offering: A gift every Revenant has. Sacrifices ones own health in order to bring an ally back from the brink of death before they disperse.
Regeneration x3: Standard healing ability. Currently three uses.
Gear:
Sunset Greatsword
Broken Fang: An Ogre-type bloodveil, Heavy class

Memories:
Someone else in Bridget's shoes might despair over their lack of memories, but the woman herself? She could hardly care less about what might have been forgotten. She ascribes to one philosophy - move forward, the past is absolutely irrelevant and doesn't matter in the slightest. As long as you have feet to move, an arm to claw with, you can survive. Memories are nothing more than fleeting things, after all.

...perhaps its a rather sad view, after all.

What she does remember however, is not exactly happy things. She's been alone for as long as she can remember. Her earliest memory is of waking up, a rusty Queenslayer greatsword laying discarded at her side. The weapon of which, would eventually be her main weapon of choice, almost feeling like an old friend in her hands - but she didn't think much more of it beyond it being a convenient tool for keeping herself alive.

Setting off, she began a simple life as a scavenger in the world of Vein. Bloodbeads, renovating what seemed to be an old bookstore to be her little home, even fixing it up. She was rather proud of turning it into something livable. Friends? Allies? She didn't care. As far as she was concerned, other people just were using up things she could use. If she ever ran into other people, more often than not she either just avoided them or stole their Bloodbeads.

...though what happened to that one guy? That one person she doesn't know the name of? They keep showing up in her memories occasionally, but she can't quite recall their name or anything aside from their face. She gets the feeling they're important - why are they apologizing? Why does the sight of them fill her with so much anger and regret at the same time?

...she doesn't think about it. Needless worries will get her killed.

This life of hers was soon swiftly ended when she got in over her head and she was taken as a Thrall by a rather powerful group of revenants. Unfortunately for them, they left her with a weapon. So all she had to do was just bide her time and wait for a moment to kill every single one of them.

Personality:
Bridget is...rough around the edges to say the least. The Revanant doesn't like people. She doesn't like getting along with them. She see's most other people as toys for her amusement, nothing more, nothing less. She especially likes scaring them or making them piss their pants for giggles. Doesn't help she isn't as much of a muscle head as she tends to let on. Needless to say, she's not going to be winning any popularity contests.

Perhaps its some memory she has forgotten, but under that rough personality seems to be a strong desire to protect people she likes.

Other:
Despite an aggressive nature, Bridget is surprisingly well read. She'll read any book she can get her hands on.

Darkest Before the Dawn: A CYOA Magical Girl Roleplay [Completed]

@Ariamis@BrokenPromise

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His staff, huh! That would make this exceptionally easy, then. Too bad she missed her chance for a snipe attack earlier. Rina kept to the rooftops still, dancing across acrobatically and crippling any undead dino that might be up there with her. They might be undead, but lop an arm off or close enough, and it'd be hampered enough to render it a non-threat while they dealt with the necromancer. With Tetrad and the others, this should be easy.

Having now gotten close enough to the Necromancer, Rina leaped from the roof tops. Sailing through the air, her attack was intended to be two fold. A Longsword was aimed downwards, right for his hand intending to cut off the one gripping the staff. If that wasn't enough, she was at least close enough to engage in physical combat long enough to distract him from summoning more of those things.

@Ariamis

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Leader of Penrose. Chloe smiled as Cindy spoke, hiding the small spirit girl's thoughts. She'd have laughed at her assertion and then proceeded to beat the life out of her for making that statement had circumstances been better. Ah, she really didn't care about 'peace and prosperity' to all either. Such nonsensical drivel. She didn't like it, but Cindy was right. If they were going to beat the ascendancy, they were going to need to work together. She could swallow her pride for now, to do that much at least.

"Hmm, I don't think I need to think too much about it." Chloe said in reply. "But I'll wait for my two girls to show up before making any decisions...speaking of, I think they should be to my apartment already. I'll retrieve them and meet you there later, I suppose." Placing the tea down, Chloe opened the door to her own apartment...before promptly being assaulted.

"Chloe!" Aurora had jumped from halfway across the room and face planted right in Chloe's chest.

"Getooff-you-!" Not having any of it, the dark magical girl pried Aurora off her rather easily as Divina soon joined them, grabbing Aurora by the shoulders.

"Chloe. It's good to see you safe." The moth girl smiled, holding Aurora in place.

"Yeah! I almost thought you kicked it, but realized you're too bitchy to die easily!"

"You're lucky I have some use for you." Chloe huffed, folding her arms. "...well, its good to see both of you safe as well. I'll introduce you to Cindy here...but I think for now, I already know how I'm going to handle this." The dark magical girl frowned. "As much as I don't like it, an alliance perhaps, is necessary if we want to deal with the ascendancy, but we can talk more about that later."

"You mean like how you wanted-mmmf!" Divina placed one of her hands over Aurora's mouth before he could say anything else.

"Now now, lets see this shelter, hm?" The moth smiled. "It looks like it could use a bit more...furnishings, but it feels very safe. Ah, that's good. I'd be distraught if these girls weren't." Glaring lightly at a seemingly oblivious or uncaring Aurora, Chloe led the other two to the 'television room'. It was...less entertaining than Chloe had really hoped for. Well, not that she could really find anything really to her tastes on the regular internet. With a brief wave to Cindy to announce the arrival of Aurora and Divina, she took a seat towards the back.

Aurora though, seemed easily caught up with it and was soon joining the others in laughter.

I, the Demon King, Will Summon My Own Damned Heroes!

~Temporary Campsite~

Inventory

Throat Pouch:
- x6 Nothing
Rawhide Backpack
- x5 Nothing
Equipped:
Mana Bone Spear (Average)
1 Smooth Stone

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Ash hummed lightly as she looked over the analysis once more. Nothing new, save for that 'Negative Mana' clinging to Rags. What was that about? It didn't show up last time, but what was familiar about it? She however, was not able to ponder the connection long before a system alert got her attention. Shooting her head upwards, Ash turned her head towards the west of the camp. Something watching them? That wasn't good. She narrowed her eyes at it, trying to make it out.

It was hidden well, but she could just make it out among the foliage. Some sort of...four legged creature. She thought it might be a deer or other edible creature she might be able to use for information, but that thought was quickly pushed aside. She could just barely make out what looked to be an arm of some sort. It seemed to be too far or too hidden for her skills to give her any information, or perhaps it had some sort of counter analysis skill that prevented it from being observed?

"Hmph." Ash hissed. "A little lesson for you, Rags. Those who call themselves smart, are often the ones who aren't. Though I doubt you understand that." The Pygmy drake flew to another tree, one closer to that other creature observing them. Hopefully not enough to cause it to realize she had seen it. She could try and interact with it, but that might have some unintended side effects. Likewise just ignoring it could also be difficult to deal with.

Hm.

Torrent could probably deal with the goblins. Her curiosity was getting the better of her, in this case. Now that their attention was on the goat, Ash hopped to another branch, trying to keep herself above the other creatures natural line of sight as she tried to stealthily move closer, keeping her wings as silent as she could as she glided from branch to branch. She kept her analysis skills active. If it did run off, hopefully she could at least get a good read on it before then to assess its threat.

Maho no Sedai - A new generation of Magical Girls RP

Welp, I did a post.

Hopefully everything is acceptable~

Maho no Sedai - A new generation of Magical Girls RP

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Sarah sighed, rubbing the back of her neck. Agh, she was starting to feel her age these days. Maybe she should retire sometime soon, from both of her jobs. She was good at juggling them while also being a parent, but also teaching a new magical girl? If it was Isana she could do it easily, but fate seemed to have a rather annoying twist to it. She had an affinity for the metal element, whilst she was of the lightning.

She could teach theory and basics, but anything else? She'd have to let that happy go lucky chef handle it, as much as she would rather her not.

"Aaaah, at least she's not ice." She sighed, leaning back in her comfy office chair and draining the rest of her coffee. "I'd have to disown her." She chuckled to herself, gathering up the last stack of papers she had signed. There was a new exhibit opening next week, and along with inspecting the artifacts in question for authenticity as well as getting the promotions and handling clerical duties, she had her hands full with a lot of things.

"Hey! Who'd be disowning who now?"

"Wuh?!" Sarah jumped lightly as the door to her office was almost thrown off its hinges, nearly dropping both her coffee and the papers Isana walked in, her usual lively stride carrying her to a couch nearby before plopping down. Her usual fancy attire was slightly disheveled. Sarah sighed, shaking her head with a small smile. Well, she couldn't say anything since she had been the exact same way. "Do I need to remind you to be quiet in the museum grounds?"

"Eh, no ones here this late." Isana replied with a shrug as she pulled out an energy drink from he purse. "'Sides if you're gonna disown me, I don't gotta listen to ya." Isana gave her mom a dismissive wave as she pulled open the drink.

"You work here part time," Sarah walked over, whacking her daughter lightly on the head. "And I'm your boss, so you have to listen to me anyways."

"Ow-well, what can I say, I'm terrible at following rules."

"I know that very well, thank you." Sarah chuckled lightly. "Well anyways, how was your day, Isana? Finish all your work?"

"Yeah. Cleaned the exhibits, mopped the floor, filed paper work. School was...eh, you know, same old same old." she replied dismissively. "...so when am I gonna get to see the mummies?"

"Maybe once I think you won't try and harm them." Sarah replied, filing some papers in a few cabinets. "Because I could have sworn I received a call from your principal today."

"Ah? He coming to the next exhibit?"

"Well, he did call about that." Sarah said with a small smile as she finished the papers. "However, he also mentioned something odd happening. Something about the car of a a certain disliked teacher having had its engine displaced during school hours. Pretty sure he said something about a rolled up ball of metal, too, being found on the basketball court." Isana nearly choked and sputtered on her drink.

"Ahahaha, w-weird how that happened, huh. Crazy." Isana glanced away from her mother, a small bit of cold sweat forming on her forehead.

"It is, isn't it?" Sarah took a seat back in her chair, resting her chin on her hands and smiling menacingly at her daughter.

"...h-hey now, someone totally wouldn't have turned the cars engine into scrap metal then used it for a basketball, hahahah. That's crazy." She chuckled nervously, nervously taking another drink of the energy soda. "Weird how that happens."

"Isana Mulryan~?" Her mother replied in a suspiciously nice tone.

"Okay okay, I totally played basketball with it!"

"Goddamn it Isana." Sarah sighed, leaning back in her chair. Despite her tone, she didn't seem too upset, luckily for the teenager. "I don't care if you have fun with it, but can you try not to cause a scene?"

"What? The guys a tool and everyone found it hilarious."

"Just don't get caught, okay? Next time just don't leave it behind. I'd really rather not find my daughter the subject of new government experiments."

"Yeah yeah, I'm not gonna get caught." Isana replied with a dismissive tone.
"Anyways, mom, you said you wanted to talk to me about something before we left?"

"Mhm." Sarah frowned. She had thought of how she was going to approach the subject, but no idea sounded great to her. How could she send her own daughter to fight those beasts? Let alone let someone else teach her? It made her nervous. The others probably couldn't understand even if she asked about it. None of them had kids, and their apprentices weren't going to be their own flesh and blood. "...I suppose it's time I stopped putting off getting into contact with Ishimiya." Sarah said. "Like me, she's a magical girl of the older guard, but she's of the Metal element. That is to say, she is the going to train you."

"Eh? Really?" Isana replied, sitting up.

"It's best if you have some sort of teacher." Sarah said, standing up and grabbing her own purse and a light jacket. "I can't teach you because my element is lightning, unfortunately."

"Eeeeh...I dunno, I think I'm pretty good as is." Isana said with a small frown, standing up as her mom walked to the door. Isana grabbed her bag, following her out of the office and towards the Museum's entrance.
"Not like its something I can't just pickup?"

"Isana, shadow beasts are dangerous." Sarah replied seriously, stopping in front of the doors of the museum to turn and face her daughter. "They're not things you can just casually take on by yourself or carelessly-"

Mid sentence, a loud, piercing malevolent shriek echoed through the darkness of the night.

"...speaking of..." Isana looked up at her mom with a gleam in her eye. An almost endearing, childish excitement. Sarah sighed, she couldn't say no here, could she? The older magical girl quickly adjusted Isana's tie, before giving her a quick hug and holding her shoulders.

"Alright. If I tell you no you're gonna go anyways."

"Hehe, I'm glad I have one of the cool parents." She grinned, earning another smack on the head from Sarah.

"I'm serious. You be careful, Isana. If I have to come save you, you're grounded for a week."

"I'll be fiiiine, you worry to much mom." Isana turned, bolting out of the museum.

Maybe one of the other girls would show up? It'd be a good idea to go on patrol herself anyways, in case she found the heir of the lightning element. Sighing, and wishing she could have just one more cup of coffee, Sarah pulled on her jacket and headed out herself.

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Running to the source of the commotion wasn't hard. Isana was already fairly physically fit, being a magical girl only made her physical state better. Running across rooftops, across streets, and generally taking the quickest route there, she was at the site within minutes. A convenience store? She could snag a few snacks on the way out once the shadow beast was taken care of. In fact, she could take enough to have enough for awhile, heh.

Pushing that slightly errant thought aside, Isana leaped from the roof of a nearby building, landing on the ground. Right, she needed a weapon. Casually walking by a street lamp, she stopped just long enough to put a hand on it. The metal began warping and morphing, shrinking and compacting itself into a rather crude, hunk of steel. It wasn't the most elegant of weapons, but a giant 'fuck you' club to some monsters head worked just as well as a blade did.

Hefting the mass of metal over her shoulders, Isana walked towards the convenience store, ready to lay the beat down on whatever manner of beast this was.

Darkest Before the Dawn: A CYOA Magical Girl Roleplay [Completed]

@Ariamis@BrokenPromise@EnterTheHero

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"Tch..." Rina frowned. She had succeeded in seemingly decapitating it, but it didn't seem to stop the undead sabertooth at all. Well, if decapitation didn't work, then the only logical conclusion would be to mince it until it couldn't move. Quite a brutal strategy, but if it worked, it worked...but that wouldn't be feasible to do for all of them. She needed to take out the big guy, but how? He seemed utterly unphased by her sword - thankfully however, Su seemed to have an answer to that.

"Got it. Keep these things busy, I'll see if I can spot it." Rina left the undead sabertooth and the other beasts to the others. Assuming it should be somewhere around him, Rina began circling around, trying to get a good flank and viewing angle on the Lich and the surroundings, only firing shots to distract or help other girls in the area.

@Ariamis

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Chloe watched Penny leave with an almost unconcerned expression. She was a big girl, she could handle herself, and if Penny was in any real danger she'd know fairly quickly. No, her attention was more focused on Cindy. She had heard rumors, though she had never really met the other girl herself. First impressions though, were not entirely great. At least this girl seemed to have some manners.

"Fufu, you seem to at least have some taste." Chloe chuckled playfully as she took a seat, accepting the tea offered to her. "I'm used to living with idiots without any class." Picking up the teacup once it was poured, the dark magical girl took only briefly to ponder Cindy's question. "What do I treasure most? Hmm...my good looks and cuteness?" She replied with a cheeky grin. "Or, maybe is it my precious little Penny? I don't know what I'd do if she was hurt. Probably kill whoever it was." Taking another sip, the dmg finally sighed and turned her gaze towards Cindy with a smile. "Treasure is a funny word. I'm a selfish controlling girl, after all. So I'd really have to say my girls. Without them I'd be a little worse off? Plus bossing them around is fun."