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4 mos ago
Current Need info, so might as well throw a bottled question into the ocean of statuses... What are some features/ideas/etc. that YOU want to see in a monster taming/raising game? All genuine ideas welcome.
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4 mos ago
@Dane, I need you to talk to a physicist and a psychiatrist, in that order, twice.
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5 mos ago
"The worst thing you can do to a character is to make them aware that they're fictional." Ironically, the character who would say this is from an RP I'm not in anymore... Funny, that.
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5 mos ago
Just like in JJK, explaining the joke makes it funnier. Luckily that's built into this one.
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5 mos ago
Jimbo that's not right. Humans are a social creature, there's not a single one who can truly survive on their own. Even those who seem to be able can only do so because they learned from others.
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"Unfortunately, gods aren't the type that should be believed in."
"No doubt this drought will one day end, but it will be by tears."





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"But a Mascot only has one screen..."



It exists in 3D space.



Tsubomi blinked. This girl, Michi apparently, was a member of Zassou's club? So she probably was magic then after all. She filed that bit of information away in the back of her mind. For now, Haruna's mention of class reminded her that yes, she was in a school that she was by all accounts supposed to be attending.

And so with a wave and no words, Tsubomi parted from the duo and towards her(?) next class.

---

Zassou felt the feline's touch right as it made contact, another sign that whatever was going on with her and Tsubomi was even stranger than it first seemed. Not that she wasn't already thinking that after having been forced into Acid Drop mode. The lack of delay between her senses and her thoughts was nice, though.

She leaned down to pick the creature up and set it on a nearby desk. Once it was sitting comfortably, she placed her hands on either side of it and leaned down a little to be face to television with it.

"Did you do this?"

Zassou couldn't help but think that the advisor to the Club wouldn't have been able to succeed so quickly. Which, in her mind, meant it had to be a Mascot's doing.

"Whose wish did you grant, telekitten?" A pause. "Or is this a magical girl's idea?"

The only wishes she could think of that might have this result would all lead to a Light Girl's creation, so if that was the case, how would the Club react? They already had Haruna, but would a newly made one be that lucky?

She didn't really expect the Mascot to answer, but given the day so far, she wasn't going to put it past it.
"You activated my trap card."



It's mirror force, of course.



As Tsubomi saw Haruna's reaction, she winced a little. That was exactly the response she was looking for, but the target was entirely misaligned. Shooting at her quarry, when it wasn't even in range, and winging an innocent bystander was unacceptable. Then came the tired girl's revelation.

"Yeah. A very good morning until..." Tsubomi waved her arm in Michi's direction, "as she said, I got run into by someone."

She almost continued, but having other presumably non-magical girls around made her hesitate. If nothing else, weird rumors would be problematic, so she'd have to hold off on any mention of her pseudo-hominid copy.

"Well, if that's the case, I guess I'll have to show up to make sure she doesn't cause problems at the news." Considering the little of Haruna she'd seen, Tsubomi figured she could figure out what she meant by that. And if she didn't yet, she would when she saw the two of herself at some point.

---

Zassou had arrived at the clubroom, but nobody from the club was there. Not surprising, when classes were still ongoing, but that didn't matter very much. She needed to look for the Mascot...
"I'll have you know that this banner took me three nights and a day to make."



Did you expect high effort from Tsubomi?



As Tsubomi tried to think of a way to take attention off herself, the other girl seemed to respect her time enough to stay silent as well. At least for a little bit. Then the girl mentioned having helped with something, but Tsubomi couldn't place the girl or what she, or most likely Zassou, had done for her. A Magical Girl, then? Maybe not. She could have just been not paying attention when it happened.

As she followed along, she couldn't help but notice the weird way some of the other girls followed them. Don't suppose she's from Hamelin... Are these her friends? The thought was quickly dropped when Michi asked for clarification. Geez, another one?

"Not in such a literal sense. I got bowled over by someone running through the hall. Didn't even get the chance to see who-"

Tsubomi's words were cut short by an impact with yet another black-haired female student. This one actually acknowledged her, at least.

"Got it in one, good job. Glad to know the bags under your eyes aren't messing up your vision."

A rather sardonic first thing to say to someone, but at least it didn't have to be filtered through Zassou to be said. To Tsubomi, that made it more real, more soulful, even if it was mocking. Though that realization dragged another thought in by its hair: This girl isn't her. She's trying to help, and on meeting her that's the first thing I say? What's wrong with me?

Tsubomi gave an obviously fake cough in a futile attempt to recover her senses and distract from what she'd said.

"A-anyway, there's no need to apologize. I wasn't paying enough attention." She didn't think it wise to say what had been distracting her, when the subject of the statement was right next to her.

Besides, she already knew she was being meaner than she should from her time in her own head, so the suspicion she was feeling had to be from that too, right?
"Think fast!"



You first.



Tsubomi gave a glare to the girl who bothered to check on her, but the expression was short-lived. Almost instantly it was replaced with surprise and concern, neither of which fit well on the face that was known for its stationary state.

But there at the other end of the hallway, moving at the pace of a sedated worm, was Zassou. Seriously? Tsubomi's first though was that she shouldn't have turned back to her mundane form on the way to the school. She supposed she just wanted to bask in the feeling of being free.

But none of that really mattered right now. If Tsubomi was going to uproot her life back into her own hands, she needed for nobody to know that there were two of her. Or at least for the general populace to be ignorant of it. If only Zassou were transformed, everything would be fine.

Just as the signal finished shooting through her brain, her wish came true. Zssou was suddenly invisible to the rest of the school's students, though none were looking her way, as she had become Acid Drop.

Tsubomi blinked. There was no way things were that coincidental, right? She shook the thought out of her head and decided to figure it out later. For now, she'd deal with the unrecognized girl who seemed worried about her well-being.

---

Zassou found herself doused in paint, a multitude of colors that couldn't fit in a single pail, or at least that's what she first assumed when her hair fell in front of her eyes. Then it hit her.

Why had she transformed? And... what had changed? Something certainly had, because she could think! As if whatever had been going on recently in her magical form had never happened at all! She'd have to take advantage of the situation.

Now suddenly aware of her surroundings, she noticed the other students staring down the hall at... herself. Tsubomi had come to school? Why? And why in her mundane form?

Well, it didn't matter right now. What mattered was getting to the Club room in case she was turned back without meaning to. Plus, she decided that taking advantage of the sudden change was better than simply killing time until it went back to its new normal. And so Zassou traveled down the hallways, not as slow as usual but slow enough to not run into anyone, and made her way there.

---

"Uh... yeah, I'm fine. Doing better than usual, no thanks to getting run over."
"I just wrote a letter, I just wrote a letter, I just wrote a letter, I wonder who it's for."



Brought to you by the letter 'W.'



To Zassou, one of the best parts of the existence of written language was that it could transmit ideas that take a long time to form all at once. She could think as slowly as she'd like and still have something meaningful at the end.

Even so, it was a little strange, though only to an outside observer. One would think that with as long as it took her, Tsubomi's handwriting would be beautiful. In reality, it was as bad a mess as Suki's cooking. But on she pressed, pen to paper, the hours ticking by. And by midnight, she'd finished something that could charitably be called:



It was folded slowly and carefully, one page inside another, and sealed away in its paper tomb.

She'd just have to put the envelope in Suki's locker the next morning.

---

The rays of sunlight broke through the blinds on the window and straight into Zassou's closed eyes. She tried to bat it away like an aggravated cat to a hyperactive dog, but the life bringing star won like it usually did. And so she found herself sitting up and resting her back against the wall her bed sat against. She yawned and looked around, but stopped soon after. Something was wrong.


To her right lay herself. Was she having an out of body experience? There was only one way to find out. She poked her sleeping body on the cheek only for it to bolt awake at the contact.

"What the hell!?" her other self asked as she felt something for the first time in years. The now awake Tsubomi glanced around the room in shock. After looking at everything else, her gaze fell on her own hands. She stared at them as the fingers flexed, following her commands exactly as they were told. Then she began to laugh.

"Hehehe... hahaha!" Her laughter was loud, perhaps not loud enough to be heard downstairs, and tinged with lunacy. "Hahaha... ahh. Geez, what am I, a manga villain?"

It wasn't until Zassou poked Tsubomi on the cheek once again that she noticed the weed was still there. More than that, she was there, right beside her. Not an illusory image like she had been until now, but a separate body entirely.

"... Huh. I guess I didn't give that advisor of yours enough credit. She works fast, doesn't she?"

Zassou simply stared at her former host. After a few seconds, she spoke. "Maybe."

"Well," Tsubomi began as she jumped to a standing position, "it'd be weird for me to show up downstairs, so I'll leave that to you."

She walked to the closet and began rummaging through it. After throwing a few outfits onto the floor, she spoke up. "Why do you only have, like, five outfits?"

Zassou didn't reply, but she didn't need to. It seemed that Tsubomi decided on a simple hoodie and skirt, which she was holding out triumphantly. By the time Zassou processed what she was seeing, she decided to turn her head away to give the girl privacy.

Did having the same body make that weird? She didn't have enough time to think of an answer before a copy of the pajamas she was wearing smacked her in the side of the head, making her turn back to the now-dressed Tsubomi.

"Well. I'm going to go see what I can find to eat. Feels like it's been years since I've eaten anything." The girl's finally physical face twisted in annoyance. "Oh, wait. It has. See ya."

Her jab at Zassou complete, Tsubomi bolted past her and over the bed to jump out the open window, landing on the same sturdy tree branch that Oros had used to bring Zassou back after the beach. Fortunately, that one hadn't been broken by her exit...

By the time Zassou's head followed her and she could see out the window, Tsubomi was out of sight. She turned back to the room and began to stand and get ready for herself. At least they had both survived. Was that something she could take for granted? Her eyes drifted to the envelope on her desk, the white paper bearing an almost illegible ink stain in the shape of Suki's name.

After a moment, she decided to follow through with her plan anyway, just to be safe.

---

Zassou found herself, as usual, late to class. Though this was worsened today by her detour to Suki's locker, dropping her message inside much less aimlessly than an SOS in a bottle, but almost as desperate in its meaning. Not that Zassou felt that desperation.

The walking weed made its slow way over to her seat, sitting down and shortly thereafter resting her forehead on her folded arms. It probably wasn't wise to let Tsubomi wander around town by herself, but wisdom was never Zassou's strong suit, at least outside of her Acid Drop persona.

The thought wormed its way into the hamster wheel in her mind, spinning around and around alongside her consciousness until everything fell fully into the drain of sleep. Did this mean the theater would be empty? And if one of them was just magic, would they be stuck in their normal forms?

Did dandelions dream of emotionless sheep?

---

For her part, Tsubomi was elated to be free. This was quickly followed by satisfaction as the currently rainbow-haired girl took another bite of her other self's leftover breakfast. The slow girl's appetite was almost as pathetic as its bearer, and that meant plenty was left for her original self. Sure, Tsubomi had to wait until Zassou left before sneaking back in and raiding the fridge, but after a few laps around the house she'd already decided that getting back inside was the best idea. After all, stealing from a shop had too high a chance of being food she didn't even like!

Once she'd finished the last bite, Tsubomi began the walk to Hibusa High. There was no rush in her pace, since the woman was probably busy during the school day anyway, but the least she could do was thank that instructor.
"I believe I can fly."



Gravity getting you down?


The girl known for her apathy found herself sneaking back into Hibusa High in the pitch dark. Well, 'sneaking' might not be the right word. She wasn't being cautious at all in her slow climb over the gate, nor her ascent up the ladder at the back of the building. There was no reason to be since any cameras or mogalls watching would catch her regardless. Even in the best of times she wouldn't care if she was seen or not, so hiding out of sight like a hunting snake was pointless.

When she reached the top, her body's owner appeared from behind her and tapped her on the shoulder. The girl didn't react.

"Hey, Zassou. I know you're part of the delinquent club and all, but breaking into the school isn't your style."

Zassou...? Oh. "Mm. Weed. Because flower. That makes sense." The girl now christened 'Zassou' didn't respond to the comment any further. She walked to the westernmost railing and sat on the roof with her back to the weathered metal. Her head was hung as she stared at her feet.

"... I don't know what to do."

"That's not exactly out of the ordinary. But I'll tell you what to do. Accept death. Find peace." Tsubomi appeared next to Zassou and leaned down, face to face with her. "Disappear quietly."

"Mm. I meant with the club. Trying to stay out of their way caused them trouble."

"Not that you feel bad about it. So why the confusion?" Tsubomi stood back up from her leaning position.

"If I go away, are you still going to be in the club?"

Tsubomi sighed at the weed's question. "I doubt I really have a choice, at least until Rei graduates or something. She's too strong to get out from under, and too strong to risk manipulating. So yes, I'll probably end up as part of your little club."

"Mm."

"Look. You can't hide shit from me. I know what you're thinking, so let me tell you something. You don't have a lot of time left, so spend it wisely. Decide if you care about anything, and what you care most about. Would you rather spend the last of your time doing stuff for the girl who could easily kill you, or doing stuff for the girl you'd easily get killed for?"

Zassou blinked. 'The girl you'd die for'? Who? As she was trying to think of who Tsubomi meant, a memory surfaced.

A boy stood in front of Zassou. In one hand he held Roche by the neck, and in the other a handgun. To be honest, it was hard to tell what kind of gun it was, because the boy had massive fucking tits pectorals. Why the word "pectorals" came to her mind when she saw them, she wasn't sure. What she was sure of was that the boy was talking, saying things, evident by the moving of his mouth, though Zassou couldn't hear him. He seemed to finish speaking because he pointed the gun at her. She blinked, and the boy changed, becoming blurry. So she rubbed her eyes to try to bring him into focus, and it worked, but now the boy was Suki? And she was still pointing the gun at her. Oros, oh, Suki transformed apparently, was now shouting about something. Zassou checked her ears and tried to unclog them, but she still couldn't hear anything. The gun was shaking, but Oros lowered it as she stopped shouting. Suki, who was back to her normal form, seemed to say something under her breath. Then she put the gun to her temple, and -

And Zassou moved. She moved without a single thought, faster than even when she was fighting the pirates after waking up from this dream. She managed to push Suki back just as she pulled the trigger, the bullet tearing through Zassou's skull in place of hers. She fell forward, slumping against Suki's front as she caught herself on her back foot from Zassou's shove. The apathetic girl could feel the warmth of her blood cascading from the wound, but she didn't feel any pain. It was just a dream, after all. Just a memory of a fleeting hallucination.

Zassou's eyes opened. Oh. That's what Tsubomi meant. She hadn't remembered the end of that dream until now, not since it happened.

The girl in control of Tsubomi's body stood and turned to lean on the railing, staining her sleeves with rust. Only two thoughts rattled around in her mind. Maybe it was for the best, she decided as she slowly climbed over the railing. It seemed that she had some form of care for Suki. Maybe that was why. If she went away, would Tsubomi be nice to her? She wasn't sure. Her eyes drifted downward towards the ground far below, and she stopped moving. Wasn't it rude to enter a new place with your shoes on? She didn't want to start off on a bad foot, so to speak, if she wound up somewhere else. Nor get dirt on the carpet of the next world. So she turned around to climb back over the railing.

Zassou wasn't sure why Tsubomi didn't try to stop her. She reached down to untie her shoes just as the other girl started to speak.

"What, did you expect me to say something like, 'oh no! Don't do it, please!'?" Tsubomi asked, voice dripping with mockery and venom. She wore a malicious grin as she watched Zassou step out of her shoes and place them next to the rust covered railing.

The weed crawled back over the guardrails and stood on the edge of the rooftop. She glanced back at Tsubomi, then upwards to the night sky. The stars were pretty, clear as day in the darkness. Even the moon shone beautifully, seeming to hold its breath as it watched. She looked down one more time, the closed her eyes and stepped forward once.

...

Zassou awoke to pain as light pierced through her eyelids, her back against the metal bars she remembered climbing. The sun was rising slowly, soon to be high enough to be hidden behind the darkened clouds that covered the sky. She looked up just in time to be hit in the face by the first raindrops, as if the world was crying for her fall.

The girl looked at the roof below her as she went to stand. Huh. That was odd. Her shoes were still on. She stood still a moment as the unpleasant scent of rain engulfed her and her clothes became soaked through. It wouldn't last all day, but neither would it wash away her troubles. Zassou took one last look at the railing behind her, soon to be rusted further, and decided that she need to write a letter. Two, at that.

And as thunder boomed through the air, the sky giving its disapproval of her choices, she decided that she should get some ice cream.
Marrie Knight
VS
Klava


As Marrie brought herself back to full height, coughing a few times as she did, she turned to keep track of Klava, just in time to hear the sound of Sofron being freed. Shit, she was fast. With Raven's support, she hoped that the fight would end soon.

"Just to watch out. That guy's got a tommygun for an Instrument, and his Melodies can weaken yours if he hits you with one. Maybe the bullets too. He also likes fire and explosive Melodies." She shrugged her shoulders a few times, trying to loosen some of the tension that was filling her body, and cracked her neck in both directions.

"Claims to be immortal, dunno if that's real or if he just is good at healing. He might be out of mana, and I'm down to try whatever plan you can think of if you want to lead, but if not, I think we can win if you can keep his shots off me and not get shot yourself."

A short pause. "What's your element? Mine's wind, if that helps."

"I… Am wind as well." Raven huffed, speaking quietly now. After waiting a moment, she could hear murmurs from inside the hall. "Guess they’re strategizing too. If he’s out of mana, his melodies shouldn’t be a problem. How about this, I’ll go in first, then you can follow in behind me. I might not have a shield, but I can shoot him before he shoots me. Then when the ice queen comes in, I’ll get behind you and assist as best I can. Sounds good?"

Marrie nodded. "Yeah. Here’s hoping Maiden can’t give him mana back." With that said, Marrie prepared her Instrument and stood aside, ready to follow through with Raven’s plan.

Raven quite literally, flew into the hallway. Sofron had his tommy raised, but so was Raven’s pistol. He started to spray the hallway with bullets, but they all passed under Raven as she fired back at him. She scored a hit on his shoulder, his chest, but all it did was got him to stumble backwards. He hadn’t looked nearly as fearful or bothered as when his head had been nearly cut off. She then flew back out of the hallway with Sofron shooting after her.

"Okay, yea, he’s pretty durable." Raven looked to her shoulder and noticed she was bleeding. "Just a flesh wound, but it looks like Klava’s hiding behind him, so we need a way to deal with him first."

Marrie paused for just a moment in thought. "If you have to spare mana, a Storm Melody could let one of us get close. Otherwise, our best bet might be to disarm him, somehow. I’m… pretty low on mana right now, but I could probably get a good hit in if…"

I could probably get it done, but I’d be out for a while… A glance at Raven. If Maiden is full up, that’d be a tough fight…

"If you’ve got the ability to hit his arm, wrist, whatever to get him to drop his Instrument, preferably with a Homing Melody so it hits where we want, and something to make it stay that way for a bit, I could rush before he can retrieve it. Then you’d have to keep him playing hot-potato with it while I fight Maiden."

Wait… Didn’t espers detransform when they dropped their Instrument? "If he doesn’t get it soon enough, you might be able to put him out of the fight from a distance. Otherwise we might be playing hide and seek for a bit. Was there anyone else still standing besides those two?"

"Disarm huh?" Raven lifted her plasma katana. "Yea, I think I can do that. I don’t have very strong melodies, so I wouldn’t expect my wind to be able to keep him at bay for long, but how about this?" She touched Marrie, and the wind around her started to pick up. "It won’t keep you safe if you charge him, but it’ll stop a stray bullet from hitting you." With a sigh, she looked back to the doorway. "Alright, let’s do this!"

Raven entered the hallway again and looked in their opponent’s direction. "Well that kinda sucks." A massive ice block slid down the hall after Raven, forcing her to retreat further down. With the doorway clear, Klava launched herself back into the room feet first. She struck Marrie’s weapons before rebounding and landing a short distance away.

"What are you guys doing? Gossiping about boys or something?"

"In a sense!" The ice implied that there wasn’t any further fodder in the area, so Marrie decided to focus on Maiden while she had the chance. Although… With the Storm only having a few seconds left, Marrie rushed towards Klava, aiming to feint a stab but actually slash across her arm. She could only hope that Raven could deal with Sofron for a little while.

With a somewhat frightening thought in mind, she jumped backwards instantly after attempting her attack, allowing her Instrument’s chain to extend to a few feet but keeping her hand on the hilt. Even without much mana, she should have a slight advantage in the fight, so long as Klava didn’t do what she was afraid of. She banished the thought from her mind in case there were any mind-readers hiding in the area.

The best thing she could do right now was wait and draw out the fight, she decided. Any attempts to end it early would likely be fatal to someone, and a great way to run out of mana if there was need for more later. That decision led her to turn her Instrument around again, fins forwards, and take a defensive stance.

But all while Marrie went about performing her incredible display of feints, changes of mind, banishing her thoughts from anyone who might be looking, Klava was just standing there.

"Is that what you’re going with? Just making sure."

Klava stabbed the ground with her katana, and ice ripped along its surface. Both she, the floor, and Marrie were starting to look a bit frosty. But neither of them were frozen solid, rather, everything just felt kind of slick. The floor beneath Marrie’s feet felt like it was covered in soap.

Then Klava slingshotted away, one of her belts had wrapped around a nearby pillar and pulled her away. She surfed along the wall, her additional belts helped her ignore gravity. As she slid over the doorway, she tossed a few frozen icicles at Marrie. She even pulled out a tungsten rod, nearly identical to Marrie’s, and hurled that at her as well. With that done, she slid down the wall and came flying at Marrie.

Up until now, Klava had always used a dagger. And while that was still the case, her knife’s edge rapidly froze over, getting longer and longer. Soon Klava was not rushing towards Marrie with a dagger, but with a full sized katana. One made out of ice that shined like glorious Nippon steel.

Marrie may not have followed through enough to connect, but she was glad she hadn’t now. With the slippery floor, it was all she could do to dodge or deflect the icicles flying at her. Which is why, when she saw the metal rod coming at her, she grabbed it with her left hand. Unfortunately, this threw off her balance and she had to use it to catch herself on the floor, but the impact cracked enough of the ice to use it as a very small cane and push herself back up to full height.

Holding the rod out in front of her like a second knife, she wore the tiniest of smiles. "You know, two fliers with a dagger? Seems I’ve lost my niche." Despite the confident words, Marrie only stood still, both her Instrument and the tungsten rod held like swords in a defensive stance. Her feet were almost stable, but her back foot moved slightly in preparation for Klava’s incoming attack.

"It’s kay, we can fix that easily enough."

And then in a puff of snow, Klava appeared on the other side of the tungsten rod. One of her belts wrapped around Marrie’s leg as she skidded away. She fell onto her back as the ice maiden curled around again. Between the melody she cast earlier and her velocity, Marrie didn’t have much recourse but to slide after her. At least she wasn’t going to get rug burn on the smooth floor.

She skated up to a wall, at which point she released Marrie on her way up it. The ice maiden backflipped off the wall, souring over Marrie, and bringing down her sword to split the girl in two. All while Marrie slid towards a metal wall at breakneck speed.

Marrie kept her left hand tightly on the tungsten rod even as she slid around by her leg. Her Instrument’s chain extended to its full length in the hopes of catching onto something to slow or stop her movement, but to no avail. Instead she found herself looking upwards at Maiden while rocketing forward. With the ice-blade coming towards her, she cast a Melody to try to survive, desperately trying to throw her instinctual Note choice out the window.

{Intangible - Bronze Self - Shield} -80

She watched as Klava’s sword bisected her now-ghostly body, returning to corporeality just as the blade left the area of her head, and just in time to slam into the wall feet-first with her Shield Note active. A nice bonus was Fenrir’s chain managing to catch on Maiden’s Instrument as it trailed in the air behind her before smacking Marrie in the head right as she turned back to face her opponent. Unfortunately the tungsten rod of Klava’s also smacked her right in the forehead after being freed from Marrie’s grip by her intangibility.

"Geez…" Marrie said as she both picked up the metal rod with one hand and whipped her chain around with the other, trying to throw Klava’s landing off-balance. "If you’re that upset about it, there are easier ways to fix it." Her body was still bent halfway over in a crouch as the last word left her mouth. With one foot against the wall like a sprinter’s starting block, she could feel the adrenaline pumping through her from her latest near-death experience.

"I’d rather you just get out of here. Maybe jump out a window or…"

Sofron fired his machine gun. The ice block that Klava had used to get Raven out of the way was being pushed back. Once it slid past the door, Raven was briefly visible, pushing the ice block back down the hall.

"Huh."

With a wave of her hand, an ice wall appeared before Klava in the space between her and Marrie. Then with a kick, it began to fall towards the misty esper. All while Klava rushed off to help Sofron make his daring escape.

"Great idea." Marrie took the slightest moment to appreciate that the instinctual Melody she had thrown out would have been perfect, possibly better than what she had actually done. "I’ll do just that." She cast a Melody through her planted foot.

{Bronze Touch - Portal} -32

Luckily, the oldest portal was the entry-point, causing Marrie to fall through the other portal and out next to the window in the hallway, coming out behind Sofron. It was too soon to use another Melody, but she took advantage of the momentum from passing through and rushed over to him regardless, her semi-physical feet stepping as softly as she could to not alert him. Upon reaching Sofron she wrapped her left arm (still holding the tungsten rod that Klava had gifted her) over his shoulder to place the rod under his shooting hand and stabbed her Instrument into his wrist to try to sever the muscles that led to his trigger finger.

"Hi again~" Sofron had to be able to feel it when she twisted Fenrir counter-clockwise inside his wrist, trying to pry apart the scaphoid and radius bones if not cut the whole hand off. "I don’t really appreciate you shooting at my allies."

It was true. Pain or not, if he didn’t have the muscle fibers in his tendons attached, he probably couldn’t fire his weapon. "How did you-" Was all he could grunt out. He released the handle on the Thompson and attempted to shove it into Marrie’s ribs, but it was somewhat awkward with her being positioned behind her. With a groan, he dropped the gun. Though it seemed that Marrie’s initial theory that the gun was his instrument was not the case. Even as the seconds ticked by, he did not untransform. "It doesn’t matter, anyway." He managed to groan out with Marrie having a choke hold on him. He was able to use his only free hand to give himself the ability to speak. "Ice Maiden is going to kill that agent, then she’s going to come here for you." He coughed. "And you don’t have what it takes to kill me."

The ice block filled the hallway, and while there were a lot of bullet holes in it, none of them went through to the other side. Meanwhile, the sound of Klava and Raven engaged in combat could be heard from the other side.

"You’re probably right." Marrie didn’t let up, but did shift her Instrument’s location to just inside his thigh, then adjusted her balance to begin slowly dragging him towards the portal. "But there are better options than that."

When she finally reached it, she turned herself and Sofron around towards it. She cast a Melody to tie his good hand to his body, then began the arduous task of angling herself and her captive in such a way that she could get them both through it and onto the floor of the other room without falling back through it.

{Gold Touch - Restrain} - 64

"Hmph." Sofron looked at the confrontation between Finn and Ashley. "Ah, that boy is full of surprises." He smiled. "I’d have never suspected him to fight so hard." With a groan, he rolled over onto his side. "I suppose I’ll just lay here while you do whatever it is you’re doing." He laid back on the floor. "I do not understand the young in this day and age. Not. One. Bit."

"That’s fine. We probably couldn’t really understand you either. But we'll have plenty of time to change that, later." Having said what she felt she should, Marrie took stock of the situation. The two girls who had to be twins were… fighting? Hard to tell, one was handcuffed. As much as Marrie wanted to help Orion with the mess she was dealing with, she knew that Maiden was just as important, if not more.

And so with a deep breath in and an equal exhale, she steeled herself and ran towards Raven and Klava’s battle.

Marrie hadn’t exactly been tardy in Sofron’s capture. It sounded like the fighting had gotten a lot more intense after she pulled out of the hallway. But when Marrie peered into the hallway, there they were. One of Raven’s arms (still holding a pistol) had been frozen to one of the walls, and Raven was doing her best to defend herself with an energy katana. She was also on her back on top of a frozen puddle, with Klava strafing side to side, waiting for an opening to deliver the final blow. She appeared to be perfectly calm, like she was waiting for the dry cleaners to finish one of her outfits.

And she adjusted her grip on her knife, preparing to strike.

Shit, really!? At least Raven was still alive; Marrie had lost a limb in the past, this should be fine. As long as… The blue-haired esper stopped in place, raised her Instrument to point towards Klava in an attempt to draw her attention, and cast a Melody targeted at Raven.

{Bronze Projectile - Quicken - Homing - Blink} - 84

Around half a second later, when the projectile hit, she was crouched in between Raven and Maiden, ready to try to block the incoming attack. That’s not good… She’d wanted to Transplace, but with so little mana she didn’t have any other choice but to Blink instead.

But Klava was a good distance away now. In fact, she was standing by the door where Marrie had come in. The fragments of an icy string glistened before evaporating away. There must have been a trap in the doorway to teleport Klava to its location when Marrie came through.

"I’m not really in the business of dragging things out."

She extended her arm, and an ice block formed in front of her. One that filled the hallway and had rows and rows of spikes facing Marrie and Raven. But weren’t they a bit too blunted to look like traditional spikes? Either way, touching them would not be good. With a kick, Klava sent the ice block careening towards the two espers. The back of the hallway was still blocked off by Klava’s first ice block, which made getting smashed a very real possibility.

Speaking of smashing, seeing that Klava was no longer where she just was, she turned and, gripping her Instrument sideways to not cut or stab her, smashed the ice holding Raven to the floor. She hadn’t intended to smack her with Fenrir, but in her panic she put too much force into it.

"I really hope you have some sort of flamethrower or a lot of mana left! But if not…" Marrie glanced behind herself at the other ice block, then back towards the incoming one before turning on her heels and rushing to get Raven’s severed arm and gun free. It took her a second or two, but soon she had the arm in the crook of her elbow and the pistol in hand. With a quick shot at the highest of the spikes, she shouted to Raven, "If you don’t, then can you buy me, like, eight seconds!?"

"Sure, I can try!"

Raven growled and stabbed her energy sword into the ground. It held fast, and seemed to be securely inside the concrete floor. She couldn’t remove her hand from the sword as the ice block neared or risk detransforming. But when the ice block slammed into the sword, it stopped dead in its tracks.

Then the ice block lurched forward again, but stopped.

And again, and stopped.

And again.

Raven lowered her voice. "She’s out of mana." Raven sighed. "She’s trying to kick it into us. She has a pushing melody that would be much better to use right now" The woman stopped to think for a moment. "Do you have enough mana to do anything? I’m not completely empty, but I don’t think I can push this hard enough to catch her unaware."

"I have one option, but it’ll only work if you don’t need what little you have left. If I can borrow a little, I can get us out and hopefully take her down before she realizes we’re not here."

"Borrow my mana?" Raven lifted an eyebrow. "I mean you can, but how are you- Ow!" She pulled back her arm, then gripped her sword again. "I only have one of those left! Be gentle!"

She’d tried to be as gentle as she could with the chain, but desperation made her hit Raven a little harder than that. "Sorry, but now…" Marrie knelt down next to Raven to touch the ground next to her sword, and cast a Melody. She’d have to time it right, but…

{Bronze Touch - Portal} - 32

As soon as the two espers fell through the portal, Marrie grabbed Raven and pulled her to the side so she wouldn’t fall back inside the one next to Sofron. With her out of the way, the blue-haired esper put Raven’s other arm and pistol on the ground next to her.

"If you can keep this guy here from finding some way to break free, I’d appreciate it." As she said ‘this guy’ she poked Sofron with the tip of her foot. "I think this means we’re all out."

Without her sword, Raven pretty much needed that pistol to stay transformed. So she was quick to pick it up again. Then she turned and aimed it at Sofron. "Do I look like I’m going anywhere?" He said with no shortage of annoyance.

Marrie stopped for a second as she had an idea. She gave Raven a thumbs up and slowly began towards the hallway.

As Marrie approached the hallway, she’d notice that the sound of Klava kicking the ice block had stopped. In fact, she couldn’t hear much of anything but a slow walking pace. It was hard to judge the distance, but they couldn’t have been too far away from the door. Klava started to whistle as she approached.

Shit. There’s no way she thinks we’re dead… Which means I’ve got one shot at this. Well, only two options were there, and one wasn’t great. So Marrie reached into her Style once more for her pistol, this time grabbing a magazine instead of a single bullet and loading it in. Not trusting herself to try something new, she stabilized her gun on the side of her Instrument like she’d practiced, and rushed into the hallway to crouch down and aim towards the whistling.

She really hoped that Klava hadn’t picked up the tommygun…

Of course she hadn’t, she was too stylish for that but that didn’t stop one of her belts from coiling around Marrie’s legs and tripping her up. She fell onto her back, but her composure remained unbroken. The professional dragged her target closer and spun her dagger in her hand. Marrie had just a moment to line up a shot, but how would the pacifist choose to aim in such a decisive moment?

"Gotcha." Marrie spoke through gritted teeth. Her finger pulled the trigger right as the barrel pointed towards Klava’s suprasternal notch. She couldn’t fully stabilize herself with her being dragged along the floor, but if the bullet hit anywhere in that general area it’d give her the chance to force everyone who’d been fighting to survive, whether they wanted to or not. And if it didn’t, at least she still had her Instrument in hand as well.

The bullet ripped through Klava, close enough to where Marrie wanted it to go. Her blood spurted out of her back, but the professional killer didn’t cease her momentum. Her dagger’s frigid edge extended while she thrust and pierced just a few inches above her heart. Klava pursed her lips as she gave the knife a twist, at which point the ice knife broke in half as she partially collapsed over. If Marrie had the medical knowledge, she might assume that the knife had severed her pulmonary vein and cut into her lung, which would give her a heart attack in a few minutes if not seconds. If she didn’t, she would at least know that her lungs were filling up with blood, given that every time she coughed, it sprayed all over Klava’s face. Neither one of them would last long like this, yet the first to transform would be at a disadvantage, possibly.

Fuck! No time to think. Marrie thrust her blade forward, as much as she could with the pain she was in, and prepared to cast the one Melody she could. Fenrir found itself in Klava’s wrist, just enough to attempt to get her to drop her knife. But she was too stubborn, and perhaps with death looming her aim was off. That’s when Marrie dropped her grip on her own Instrument, letting it dangle a few inches on the chain as it stayed stuck in Klava’s wrist, then pressed her other hand against Klava’s gunshot wound, still holding her pistol. Klava’s other hand reached to grab her wrist, but both of their strength was starting to fade.

{Bronze Touch - Stabilize} - 0

She couldn’t assume that Maiden wasn’t stupid enough to not detransform, so she had no choice but to use it on her instead. The entire time from dropping Fenrir, its chain was extending to allow her hand that had been holding it to begin ripping away anything that might be Maiden’s Instrument from her and throwing it aside. She only had a few seconds, but she’d gotten every bit of clothing that seemed likely. With a bloody cough, her last ditch effort was to kick away Maiden’s knife and force her onto her back before leaving her esper form.

As soon as she could breathe again, Marrie shoved Klava, and she rolled onto her back. Then she stood up, grabbed her Instrument’s non-magical form, and took a few steps back, keeping her pistol at the ready just in case. But Klava was out cold. Weakened or dying targets usually fell unconscious when touched by a stabilizing melody.

One of the Miko twins leaned into the hallway to see what was going on. Her eyes wandered from the wounded but unconscious woman on the floor to Marrie. "Do you need any help?"

Marrie’s head whipped around towards the voice just barely faster than the rest of her body, but the speed she was moving at made her fall over onto her side, gun pointed straight up into the air. Somewhat embarrassed but more concerned at the potential danger, her neck craned to look at the speaker only to fall back to the floor after seeing who it was.

She groaned, but did respond."Pllllllllleeeeeeeeeeaaaaaasssse." With the adrenaline slowly leaving her body and her fear that transforming would kill her, she was barely able to keep focused on anything. "Both of us took a probably fatal hit, if you can help me make sure she makes it out of this, and hopefully stops being an esper too, that’d be great." Marrie sat up and carefully removed the magazine from her pistol, making sure not to point it anywhere but towards the ceiling to not accidentally shoot someone. She’d wait to empty the chamber until she was completely sure the fighting was over.

"I don’t think I can turn back into my esper form anytime soon, so I really hope whatever was going on in there is done."

"I’d say it’s starting to wind down." She kneeled down beside Klava. "It looks like you stabilized her. If I remove her instrument from her hand, she could transform back and wake up. I can heal her a bit so her condition isn’t so grave, and then we can remove her instrument when it’s time for her to wake up." And she did just that. In a wave of light, the girl’s wound was partially healed. "It’s dangerous to move around like that. Why don’t you wait until we’re all ready to extract? Then we can guard you while we move down the hall." With all the portaling Marrie did, they didn’t have a clear path out to where Boteg was. There was a hole in the far wall they could all use to escape and not risk running back into the building. "Oh! Do you have a connection to anyone from Maverick Alternative? There’s no need for them to act as a distraction anymore, so you can tell them to back out." Fritzi would also need to be notified, but that was Ashley’s responsibility.

"I’ll trust your experience." In all the commotion, Marrie hadn’t checked the cameras in a while. She grabbed the older phone she’d been using to watch them and set it on the ground, then pulled out her personal phone. A few buttons later and she’d sent a message to all the Mavericks she had the contact info for.

‘Upstairs is about done, feel free to pull the distraction back out.’ Honestly, she wasn’t sure if they’d want to do that, or if they would check their phones, but hopefully all of them beeping at once would help if they did want to leave. But just to be safe, she called Stacy directly to give her the news as she switched the camera view to downstairs.

"I can feel the world spinning."



That's the trauma talking.


The woman with the ever so slightly familiar voice helped Tsubomi sit upright, and Oros soon was standing on her tentacles of blood, helping her stand as well.

"What all do you remember before waking up? Is your head in any pain? Or your mind, perhaps~?"

It was, but she didn't think it was a good idea to say that. She wasn't sure why. "I remember..." Acid Drop's words trailed off as she turned to look at Diamond. "She wanted to talk, but I don't know what she wanted to talk about."

But she didn't have time to question at all, as Oros' words reached her brain, forcing the rainbow haired girl's eyes towards her. "Mm. Okay."

For the first time in a long while, Acid Drop tried to lift Oros to carry her limbless body. It would take some time, but... "You're losing a lot of blood." It was a little awkward, with her trying to carry her partner in a bridal carry but soon giving up on that idea.

Once Oros was safely in her grip, she looked towards Evil Eye as she flew away. Listless thoughts passed through her like a leave on a gust of air. Aren't we supposed to stick together in teams of three now?

Once the thought finished she turned her attention back to Oros. "We should get your arms and legs so you don't lose more." A typical pause filled the air, but didn't last as long as it usually would. "Then you can decide what to drink."

"..."



The clouds are interesting today.


Tsubomi, no that wasn't right. Acid Drop, if she could still call herself that, lay still, her eyes staring straight up into the sky.

"Sunshine! Are you okay?"

No response. Even within Acid Drop's mind, there was no reaction. She felt Oros' head lay over her Acid Drop's heart. With the second poke to the ribs, a thought finally showed itself. Not a lot of sunshine, with the moogals in the air.

"Ahh geez! Don’t make me give you mouth to mouth."

It wasn't until Oros gave her threat that Acid Drop's eyes moved or even blinked. They closed for a moment, but reopened as she was poked once more. They then drifted slowly down to look at the other Club member.

"... Mm. I'm not injured."

What had even happened today? The Club made a plan of attack for something, and in an attempt to not slow down the others for it, she'd gone... alone? With a moogal? There weren't other Club members with her... And then she was grabbed and hit in the head a few times. Did one of them knock her unconscious, or was it just good timing that she was dragged into the theater around the same time?

Regardless, the result was the same. The girl tried to lift her head without disturbing Oros, but at her speed it would take a moment. When she finally finished craning her neck, she took a look around. Something had happened. The Club, barring herself and Oros, were all standing with... some woman. Had she seen her before? She felt like she did, but she wasn't sure.

In the other direction, there were the batter and the girls who had been at the beach. And the frog girl, for some reason? And... a few others, it seemed. Her head fell back to the ground. A sting of the impact was there, but not enough to matter. Maybe it helped or hurt Tsubomi's progress, though. Acid Drop didn't know. The irony of the situation flew well over where her head had just been to pass by without being noticed.

"What... happened?" Finally a second blink occurred, and with it came recognition of what she'd saw a moment before. Eyes once more drifted to look at Oros. "Are you okay? You don't have your arms."
Kari Black
& Sora!


As Kari was searching for openings in her digivice, she couldn't help but almost drop it in surprise when she overheard Elecmon saying magic is also real here. She supposed she should have expected it, what with angels and demons being around, but still, the thought of being able to use magic...

And if magic existed, then could she...? She'd have to find out some day. Speaking of finding out someday, she saw from the corner of her eye as the angel went off to, presumably, find the missing human who had the dinosaur digimon as their partner. Her natural distrust aside, it was probably a good thing that it did. If they were going to save the world, they'd need all the help they could get.

But for now, she was satisfied with finding that the digivice should survive being cleaned, if she were to learn that it needed contact with her skin to work, or some such design flaw. With a tiny smile on her face she carefully switched her gloves to retrieve a plastic baggie that was soon surrounding her digivice. Sure, it wasn't clean now, so it didn't have to be in one to protect it, but it was better to avoid potential increases in contamination than to try to clean it in spite of them later.

Sora, meanwhile, had been continuing to munch on more of the fruit, totally oblivious to her partner's thoughts.

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