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Ya'll fuckers ain't even ready for the lore and depth behind my name - the intricate threads of nuance would destroy your puny, mortal minds. I like writing.
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Gonna dress as the whole Conservative Party. If that thing doesn't fucking count as "undead" at this point, I don't know what does.
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Playing Alien Isolation for the first time. NOW I REMEMBER WHY I HATE HORROR GAMES!
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@Salvia Sounds like as good a limitation as any. I'll edit it in in just a moment.
Alright, finally got this written out. It ended up as a surprisingly long sheet, but I guess that's how it goes. Hopefully it should be okay; I had to take some liberty with Chastity since I couldn't think of anything better.

I'd like to reserve Chastity, if it's still free.


37 Confirmed Dead In Underground Pipe Explosion

Written By: Charlotte Suthers


Thirty seven civilian casualties have been confirmed dead this evening after a deadly road collision in Penrose City. Reports have come in that First Responders arrived on site twenty minutes after news of the incident struck, with their way blocked by a vast amount of congestion caused by the accident.



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~ Contact Sport ~


From atop her roof perch, Katelyn continued to watch the scene unfold. More Magical Girls arriving, some leaving, the first responders arriving on scene, only to be met with the destruction that was the attack. For the entirety of the watch, she kept her gaze upon her target, a single entity, waiting, awfully patiently, as though possessed into petrification by some manner. She was still, as still as she could be, staring, coldly, idly checking her phone on the off chance a message came through - either from the web, or them. Things were going to start moving soon; she could feel it.

Before long, the girl of her watch removed her disguise, taking off into the sky on a pair of wings, having recovered from the assault on her senses from that woman, The Ebon Vampire. Connections into The Mint were limited, but they all said the same thing; she was a woman, if not demon to be feared. How one person could possess such power, she wasn't certain, but Katelyn could reckon a few theories. She, herself, was strong, though the fact didn't become any less extravagant the more she proved it. It was a power she had fought and killed for. There was nothing great about that.

In a single, rapid action, Katelyn removed her disguise, before standing up to take in the air. It was encroaching on evening already, with the wind sweeping across her outfit producing a pleasant chill for the sunset. Her wings stretched out, free from their confinements at least, and ready to be used at a moments notice. In one hand she picked up the cellphone, and slid it into her pocket, for future use, but the binoculars, she left on the ground, before generating a surge of electricity through its structure, blowing it to pieces. The less evidence the better.

And finally, in a final move now that preparations had been finished, she ran to the edge of the roof, and leapt off. The wind surged for a moment, catching her wings and lifting her from her descent, preventing an untimely death. With this, she could fly freely, and so she did, giving chase to the Magical Girl, some distance behind, eyeing her movements with another distant and cold glare. She kept back, trailing as best as possible, both to keep out of sight but also to maintain visual contact; losing sight of the quarry would be the worst possible scenario.

And then she came across something unexpected - the girl attacking a tent, placed atop a nearby roof. She eyed it cautiously, well wary of a possible ambush or trap, but decided to lay that fear by the wayside. More than likely, she was in the middle of a mission of some kind or another for The Mint. The timing couldn't have been more perfect. Even if the girl had had a chance to see the dragon girl coming, enough to anticipate an attack, there would likely be very little she could have done against it. After all, she was designed for speed.

In the first instance, there was a flash - a brilliant, blue light, that seemed to beacon out like an explosion from Katelyn's location. And then, for a few seconds, there was nothing. And then the shock-wave hit at once - a deafening crack of thunder, as the girl charged herself with energy and nigh teleported the distance between her and Eliza. There was very little time between the attack, and the flash; she had closed the distance in an instant.

But Katelyn didn't simply attack her. With the momentum of the lightning enhancement channelled into her body, propelling her to ungodly levels of speed, she barrelled into the girl, grabbing her by the waist. If there was no resistance, no effort made to prevent the attack, the two, at a speed greater than sound, would hurtle through a nearby office block, tearing through the wall, with Eliza taking the brunt of the force, before she would be flung across the room.

No doubt it would cause a large amount of damage, both internally and externally, but it wouldn't be enough to kill her.



”Near The Docks”, Cham, Priestella


~Second Turn ~


No doubt Wisp must have come off a strange character, even to the locals. Some had been backing off before his arrival, but the new spark to the encounter had drawn some more of the nearby humans and demi-humans and the sorts into the crowd, waiting and watching to see what would occur next. Of course the concept of Cultists concerned them, and the idea that the three, oddly dressed human individuals could be aligned with such a group would be more than enough to turn a few tails - but it was human nature to stand by and watch the action go down, instead of run for ones own life.

Not that the cat boy paid attention to any of that, mind. He had bigger, more important, and more magical things to attend to. Namely, that device. Wisp was a mage - he had spent a lot of time looking into different parts of magic, and attempting to learn as much as he could. It was his call - at least, that's what it felt like. But as he stood in the middle of the crowd, tilting his head and body at different angles to get a look at the thing, everything he had seen in the past went out the proverbial window; he couldn't think of anything. In all the years he had spent researching magic and learning its practices, he had never come across something like the thing he saw in front of him.

And that was more than just exciting. It was exhilarating. Or perhaps that was an exaggeration? He wasn't really certain any more. The weight of the money in the bag he held seemed to disappear almost completely as he watched the three - no doubt whatever the object was would hold a vast amount of value, and if the three didn't understand its worth, then even better. He might have been able to get a good deal out of it if he tried, no matter how dishonourable such a thing sounded. Mousey would be annoyed if he spent money, sure, but if he spent all of it, she would be furious. He could almost see it happening. He would need to keep as much money as possible, on the off chance she found him!

His attention was drawn by the boy talking to him, no doubt about to take him up on the offer. And boy, could he have not have gotten a better deal.
"You'll give it to me? Like, for free? Really!? Absolu-" even more so than before he had begun talking, his face lit up with a joyous expression, only to have his sentence cut off by a hand waving in front of his face. Zoning back into the rest of the people talking, he spun around quickly, coming into eye contact with the woman from earlier. With the spin, he took in the rest of the people, and the crowd, noting the crying boy, as well as the worried expressions of the onlookers. With the mention of a hostage situation, they were only getting more worried. What if somebody called a guard..?!

"Oh, hi, that's me!" once again, he lifted his hand and waved, while simultaneously placing the coin pouch back onto his belt, "What do you mean, dangerous? I bet they're harmless! I'm just really, really interested in the magic box." he tilted his head over towards the two, "You are harmless, right? He's even crying! They're fine." he turned back to face Aer, "Oh, you should come with us! We can go find some fun things to do, and stuff like that!"

When he finished talking to Aer, he span back around, addressing the three.
"You can come with me! The guards shouldn't stop us or anything, I think? As long as I get the box, we can go anywhere, 'kay?" he smiled, and went to start making his way out of the circle, prepared to lead the group onward, but for a moment, he paused, "You're not going to do anything mean, right? I hope you're good people..." as he spoke, he lifted his hand, letting everyone see his palm, "Goa." with the single word, a small ball of flames lit up in his hand, about the size of an apple, "I don't like hurting people, but I will do. Now! Who's ready for some adventure~?!"

@Briza Why are you thanking me what did I do wrong XD


”Near The Docks”, Cham, Priestella


~ First Moves ~


Stood in the center of The Cham, the boy did his best to mask his being lost. As a general rule, he never made his way into the poorer areas. The guards had much more pressing issues to deal with than a missing coin purse or stolen sword, especially in the aftermath of the war; sure, he could deal with bandits for the most part, but when he did, things tended to spiral out of control. Setting fire to parts of the city wasn’t what he would refer to as “keeping his head down”, and since “keeping his head down” was a primary goal at the moment, his current predicament was far from ideal.

Of course, being a cat demihuman with his ears and tail in full view of everyone around him didn't do him many favours. Lost in The Cham and unable to ask for directions back to The Golden District, that was where he stood. Having barely visited The Cham in his time in Priestella, his knowledge on it was limited at best. A left here, and a right there, followed by a few back alleys, or at least he thought it was a few, and now he was lost. Absolutely lost. Royally lost. Scanning around, spinning on a dime in the hopes of finding something to do, he certainly looked out of place. The purple hair was the least of the issues - he hardly looked like a commoner, nor a poor person, and as such his presence in The Cham was strange at best.

It was times like these when he wished Mousey was more lenient on their journeys. If she was, he wouldn’t have to run off, and if he didn’t have to run off, he wouldn’t have gotten lost. It was her fault! Or maybe not. At least a small part of him missed having her around for directions, but their outings were never any fun. She didn’t even let him free! It was her fault after all! To no one in particular, the cat boy seemed to pout, his tail swishing out from beneath his shirt in the day air. It really was Mousey’s fault. That was it, he was never going back! He would go around the districts and make his own fun!

That said, it required escaping The Cham first, but there was nothing wrong with foreword thinking. Baby steps, then super long springy jumps. As he stood there, spinning in the middle of the street in the hopes of figuring out where to go, a few people ran past, seemingly scared. He was meant to be finding a way out, but… there were fun things afoot! In a difference of barely even a second, he took of down the street in the opposite direction of the fleeing civilians, his sword, sheathed at his side, alongside his varying other pouches and chains, swinging and rattling against the speed. Maybe he wasn’t necessarily the fastest, but he had speed to him - as a cat demihuman, that was one of the perks.

Coming to a stop in the street, the pout that had since dissipated returned with a vengeance. There was no one around! Well, no one interesting; mulling around were civilians with mildly worried expressions plastered across their faces, and a few guards scouting about nearby locations, but otherwise, everything was as bland as he had just experienced. This was pointless! Now he was marginally out of breath, with no more a fun encounter to partake in, and to top it all off he was even more lost that in the first place. Hopeless! Pointless! Stupid! He was too annoyed to even continue the list! In his frustrated state, he marched off in an arbitrary direction, something that resembled the way he came, kicking pebbles as he went. Where was Mousey when he needed her…

But as he was walking, he came across a crowd of people, gathered around some of another scuffle. It wasn’t too big, but as he approached, he could tell things were getting interesting, if only by the increased density of civilian onlookers. Mid-stride, about to kick another stone down the street, he paused. A crowd of people? In the middle of The Cham? At this time of day? Maybe he wasn’t a regular visitor to this part of the city, but in his mind, that only meant one thing, and one thing alone. Every thought of being bored, and lost, and frustrated, and miserable and lonely that Mousey wasn’t around vanished, replaced by one, singular concept - the thing he had escaped for, and the thing he was searching for.

As quickly as he had frozen, he scampered up to the crowd, utilising his lithe form and relatively small frame to weave between the civilians to the front, his eyes locking onto the strange device one of the people held. From his place, he easily watched the four people engage, and got a clear view of the strange object, much like many of the other onlookers. It was certainly strange… were there really things in the world that could produce such an effect? If there were, the boy was far from aware of them, which meant there was something new to learn, and he was always a stickler for new things. He was prepared to leap head first into the conversation to talk about the thing, when the words hit his ears.

”You’re Cultists!”


A smile spread across the boys lips, as he took a step into the circle, encroaching on the group rapidly. This was where the fun started.
”Uuuum, hello!” was his go to icebreaker, as he placed himself between the red robed woman and the three oddities, ”Hi, hi, I’m Wisp! And I’m super lost - super lost - but I heard you talking and missy here - hiya Miss! - said you were Cultists?” he continued, looking, smiling, and waving towards Aer, entirely ignorant of the weapon she held, ”I don’t really care that much, but, but, I wanna see that magic object, the, the one with the people in it! I wanna buy it!”

Whether he was serious or otherwise was up in the air, but his expression seemed genuine enough. Without delay, Wisp reached down and pulled from his hip a pouch of money, by the sounds of it.
”I’m not really supposed to have this, but what Mousey doesn’t know won’t kill her~! Oh, um, don’t tell her or anything? But, I really wanna buy it. I didn’t know Cultists had such cool stuff…” he trailed off, looking towards Ashton with a beaming smile, utterly ignorant of the situation, and its severity.

My entry is probably the only one that's extensively late, to be fair, and that is entirely my fault. While I was meant to do it yesterday, I've been ill since Saturday and sort of kind of fell asleep before I could get on with it; I basically rush wrote my entry from between 10am and 1pm today hoping that the thread wouldn't be closed by the time I finished.
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