Skyswimsky

The Fated World Defiance

November nodded at least some progress. "Before we continue..." Just how naive was he actually about the church? "... are you aware of anything... uppsetting, about the Church? Have you seen them killing? Silencing potential oppression? Abuse of their given authority?" Awfully specific, wasn't it? Regardless, as November pressured him for an answer she moved even closer. Why did he have to be so tall!?

"And..." She added after some thought. "Who do you determine to be in charge? The king of your country?"

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November sighed. He was stopped to lead the revolution. To be strong. A symbol of Justice and a Truth. So why did he not understand? Was he maybe the wrong person? No. He was it. He had to be it. So, maybe, he was just a natural at magic - as far as it was still allowed? Whatever the case, it was a fact that November's words didn't get through to him.

"You..." November started. "...didn't get it, did you?" The blonde shook her head. "I'm saying the Church might be responsible for the Spellblaze!" Did she really have to spell it out? Whatever her words were blasphemy or not, implying something so horrible about a group that was praised so highly required either someone crazy, or very confident.

"... Let me show you, then." November got closer to him, staring near emotionless into his eyes as to underline how serious she was. "The dark side of the Church."

Altera: Of Departures and Deliverance

It hurt. It hurt. It hurt. Why couldn't it just stop? The brunette, if she still even had any hair, had already lost track of time. Was it seconds? Minutes? Hours? It didn't matter. What mattered was that Muu was still alive.

As the singing sensation of pain on her head seemed to have pretty much reached its peak and adrenaline kept pumping into her system, Muu slowly started to perceive her surroundings again. Mainly the sensation of touch. She was, apparently, lying on something firm. The ground? She hadn't even registered the pain in her back initially.

Was the frog still alive? Did her group abandon her? Did they kill it? Would she end up as a dessert? Clearly, she lacked information. Yet, she knew the worst action was un-action. She had to act. Something, anything.

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Despite the girl's face practically nonexistent, Muu actually arose between the long grass strands and started to... walk. Half-lost, but firm, into a direction she wasn't even sure of herself.

Viscious Virtue (Dark Magical Girls)

It was awesome. Simply awesome. Even now, she couldn't believe her luck. The girl had always dreamt of something more. Something different. Something better. Something big. To be a hero. And now, here she was. A so-called magical girl. It made her question the world just so much more. Legends of old, fiction on TV. What was real, what wasn't? It was a facet of the world she had never experienced, witnessed, before.

Yet, right now, right here, there was no time to be day-dreaming. Between the monotone grey of buildings that had long lost their innocent glamour - only springing to life at the dead of night with a disgusting dance of neon-colours drenched in drugs, party, and crime - a singular girl was walking down the desolate side-streets.

Despite the depressive atmosphere, even without the oppressive feeling of potential vice, Kyouko Hiruma was in high spirits. She always was. "Say, Fluffy!" She called out to her Keeper who, despite not always visible, seemed to be always around. Kinda creepy now that she thought about it. BUT! It was cute and cuddly enough that she didn't mind. "Can Vices hear us? Me?" Though, before Kyouko got an answer she already went one step further.

"Oy, Mister evil-meanie Vice! Come out, come out, wherever you are! I have... snacks! And cookies! If you hurry there's even some strawberry cake!... Maybe." Technically she had those - all at home. So it wasn't even like she was lying!

But, of course, there was no such luck and Kyouko Hiruma had to keep walking and searching. Maybe if she had been looking for something lost, like a wallet, boredom would have gotten to her. But today was special. Today would be the day she'd beat up her very first Vice! To be a heroic magical magical-girl! It was hard enough to simply not just transform right where she was standing.

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Continuing on for another 20 or so minutes, mixed with the occasional calling out for said Vice, Kyouko finally struck gold. "Eh..." It resembled a sort-of humanoid shape whose body was constantly waving. Weird, truly weird. "That's it? Right right? That's it!" It had to be it. Without batting an eye, Kyouko tranformed on the spot as she struck a silly heroic pose blatantly stolen from television! "Magical Girl Kyouko Hiruma is here! So stop to fear, and start to... to cheer!" If there was something even better than being a magical-girl, it was to have a magical transformation! And by god did Kyouko love it. Her chestnut brown eyes shone brighter than the stars, and her hair turned white! Friggin white. It was the most anime thing, ever. Only her clothing was a bit 'eh'. All black'n stuff. Buuut considering all the things she had given, she was in no position to complain.

Pointing at the Vice, who seemed awfully docile, Kyouko now called out. "Oy, you're my first hit! So how about you do something and bring some a-a-a-aaaahhh!" While Kyouko was still talking, the vice's arm suddenly shot forward at frightening speed just to- "NEUANFANG!" end up in the same position as it had been seconds before. "Gosh, don't you know it's common sense to let the good-guys, AND the bad-guys, finish monologuing first!?" But wasn't she just the one who animated the Vice to-? Whatever.

"Also I hope I don't have to call out the name of my super-awesome special-power each time I use it...? N-Not that I mind, hmpf." Regardless, the now-white-hair decided she had spent enough time with introduction and, instead, was now about to spring into action!

Viscious Virtue (Dark Magical Girls)

Hmm. Usually, as a sheep player, I tend to be rather passive/careful when it comes to interacting with GM-related stuff. Something something overstepping boundaries and stuff. But I'll try to break out of that shell for once and gonna start up a scene, too!

Also, I made a tiny edit to Kyouko's sheet in regards to her Mana Crystal. It's now an actual gem rather than a piece of cloth.

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Whaaaaaaaaaat!?!?!? November looked at Allereun blankly. He didn't take her hand. He didn't get charmed. He didn't agree to anything she said! No! Instead, the guy who made her soaking wet thought she was acting! Fooling around! A stage play! Why? Why? Just why!?

What was this feeling? Why did it feel like tears swelled up inside her eyes? Sadness? Embarrassment? It did not matter. November had a mission. A mission she wouldn't just give up on so easily. Rubbing her eyes for a second to not show any weakness, November cleared her throat. If her alluring entrance wasn't convincing enough she simply had to be more logical.

"I- I am not joking about this!" She told him, making sure he was aware just how serious November was. "Just think about it..." She could list a hundred reasons, but the biggest gun should suffice. "I'm sure you're aware of the Spellblaze, no? Did you never question the timing, the knowledge, the everything of how the Church of Eins came into the picture? Quite a timing, wouldn't you agree?"

While there were some conspiracy theorists walking on this world, most that barked too loud were quickly silenced. Thus, what Charlotte said wasn't something well-known or something that people generally thought about unless animated to.

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For a moment, November's worst fears became reality as she witnessed the clumsiness of Allereun. Incompetence where she was seeking competence. Yet, luckily, he seemed to just barely save himself. A fluke? Pure skill? Ultimately, the blonde could do nothing but hope for the later. After all, she had nobody else. Maybe he was a diamond in the rough that simply needed some more polishing. Polishing she was sure to provide.

Nonetheless, the girl followed him further inside, already starting to dry her hair with the towel provided. Maybe she could ask for a shower? Dinner? What he did was considered truly horrible to a girl like her, wasn't it? How far could she push her luck? No. She had to concentrate on the matter at hand. Risking to make him think of her as a bother was out of the question.

"Thank you." November replied as she also took the clothes. Regardless of their size, the cloak would be of great help. "It's just November." She corrected him. Right, she never had a last name. Was it important? Would it weird him out? What would he think of her? "A... A... A. . . ?" November half-stammered for a moment. Great. Now what? Surely he'd think of her as a weirdo now, unless—

"November A." Yes! She nailed it. "Miss A. But you can call me November." She corrected herself before walking towards the backroom. "I'm not here for your excellent wares." Right, this was it. "But for you~" This time, she tried to smile. It looked a bit weird, like a smile from someone who had never smiled before. Not because they were permanently in a bad mood, but rather because they haven't been aware of smiling. But didn't that make it even cuter?

With these words, however, the blonde left the Shopkeeper and his thoughts alone for quite some time.

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With baggy clothes hid underneath a cloak that could as well be a bed-sheet, November finally stepped out of the backroom. "They'll need some time to dry." She initiated the conversation before jumping on top of the counter in one swift motion. The early bird guts the worm, or something!

Closing her eyes for a moment, she gathered confidence.Alright. You got this. Just as you have trained. He'll fall for your charm! And so on. "Allereun Usheim..." She started, opening her eyes again. Her face was now filled with way more confidence and emotion than what he had witnessed so far. "I'm here to give you a message, my message, and an invitation." Just like she had practised. "This paradise that surrounds you is a farce." She made an ominous spin... in rags! "The peaceful life you have been living, a lie." Nobody liked lies! "The Church is using you. Abusing you. Exploiting you. All of you. Slaves unaware of their own shackles." Jumping down from the counter, she landed in front of him.

"No longer, I say, will we be chained to this false religion. So..." Locking his eyes with her own, the blonde girl offered her hand. "So, Allereun Usheim, I ask of you: Will you take my hand, and join me in a Crusade against God?" Did she nail it!?

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Progress... of some sort. It wasn't exactly what she had planned, but at the very least, the girl had now entry to the shop. As something, or someone, else as a customer anyway. Being completely soaked was just a small sacrifice in exchange.

Oblivious to his shameful feelings, the blonde now took a few steps closer, over the doorstep. "Thank you." Thanking the person who got her into this mess in the first place, was that even right? "I also require a fresh pair of clothes, temporary." She demanded. After all, she had to dry her current attire, maybe even wash it. "And I am called November." November finally introduced herself, before adding.

"I'll be in your care."

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How was she supposed to go about it? In theory, it seemed easy, but now? Right here? In front of this door? Minutes, seconds even, before their fateful meeting? Difficult. Difficult, indeed. Inside her head, she imagined over 100 different scenarions. So what was it exactly? Worry? Fear? Doubt? All these emotions were unnecessary. There was only a single path forward, and she certainly wouldn't fail.

November was sure of it. She had to be sure of it. If she had already doubt at the very first step, then what would her, their, future hold? Unnecessary, truly unnecessary. Closing her eyes for a moment, November tried to calm down. To empty her mind. She could feel the gentle warmth against her skin. The melody of birds she did not understand. The smell of fresh blossoming flowers, mixed with the distinct odor of alchemy coming from inside and—

The door opened.
A single swing of a bucket.
There was no escape.

A hundred scenarios.
But none included this one.

"That's..." The girl, soaking wet, opened her mouth. She didn't seem angry, but not happy either. "...not very nice."

Altera: Of Departures and Deliverance

Pain. That was the one and only thing Muu was experiencing right now. The one and only thing worth to note. The moment she had struck successfully struck the hind leg of the frog monster, the moment she was granted to feel the joy of success, was the moment everything had gone wrong.

The brunette wasn't even aware of what happened. Or how. First, everything was fine, and now, there was only pain. She couldn't see. She couldn't smell. She couldn't hear. But! She could scream. Scream. Scream. And scream. But even this was taken from Muu as her initial cry of pain turned into some sort of gurgle.

She did not even register as the toad's actions lunged her into the air, unable to employ any technique's she learned when she had to jump down from buildings. At the very least, the pain from the impact with the ground was nothing compared to what her face continued to feel.

Why couldn't she just pass out?