The man grinned and roared as the he and Sol had their final clash. Sol planned to block the damage with his shoulder; the Man wouldn't let that stop him. He twisted his body radically and placed more power into the blow, planning to bust through his defense completely. This was a punch designed to fell giants!
It was a tense race, Sol's sword had the advantage of range, but the Man had a head start, not to mention the speed of his blow. Blade pierced flesh, and fist broke bone, and blood was drawn.
Sol was blown upwards and launched straight out of the stadium, the entire side of his body mangled, not to mention his shoulder. The man stood crouched on one knee, fist still in place from where he punched Sol. A smile graced his face.
"Well done. Not quite there yet, but well done."
Standing up, Sol's blade was lodged deep into his body, however, he had missed the heart. In the heat of the moment the sword and pierced his shoulder, and exited the other side.
"Ah, I see. That's much more preferable. Living with an undead would have made life quite unlively. I am glad you're not-," she began saying, before being splashed in the face by Aleksandra. Her face remained impassive. "Pft pft, as I was saying," she continued nonchalantly, "I'm glad you're not dead. In any case, you don't have to be in any hurry to inform me of your demise. I imagine it'll be quite difficult to do so, as you're dead."
All said with a completely straight face, of course.
Meruin peered at Aleksandra's fingers with open curiosity. "That asides, what was that?" she questioned, replaying in her mind the way Aleksandra's aura formed a claw around her hand.
It was a supposed to be monotonous day. You had nothing out of the ordinary planned, nothing special you needed to do. Perhaps you would do some shopping, perhaps you would go watch T.V; in other words, simple. tedious tasks that you do habitually. The humdrum of an unvaried routine would echo in your mind, and you were none the worse off - perhaps you were content with the tedium, or perhaps you wavered on what kind of life you wished you had, not quite content with your current one, but also afraid to start a new one; or perhaps you took an extreme wish, and held on to the glimmer of hope in your heart, wishing that somehow, someday, the unthinkable would happen, and magic would color your life.
Today, of all days, that wish would come true.
You were all different individuals; some similarities, many differences. Nothing you could have known would have led you to predict that your fates would become entangled. You were worlds apart, and so apart from the other that whatever you did share in common would have been rendered moot by the physical and mental distances. But today, you shared between all of you three things:
Right now, your days was uninspiring; a restless feeling of ennui had overcome you.
Right now, you were walking away; from your room, from the supermarket, from a life you wished to leave behind.
And, right now, you were ALONE.
You all turn a corner, and find yourselves lost . . .
Shadows surrounded you. You do not know where they came from, or what they are shadows of, but you know you cannot get caught. You've felt the chill of their breath; you've seen their cloaks of death. You hear their whispers in the dark, calling out to you, and know that they yearn for you. And most of all, you can taste the decay in the air, something that they had brought along with them, something that they will bring to you if you do not run!
The world you are now in is a twisted mockery of the world you know. The sun is sickly green, it's rays dizzying you and confusing you; the earth is a dark-purple stain, the color of bruised skin, with the texture to match. The trees that surround you are gnarled and withered and black as death, yet they stand tall and terrifying, their branches seeming to follow your every step, like hands tempted to grab you in a thorny embrace. The sky is a bright, blinding red, and scarlet blood drizzles down from its gray clouds.
You are Alice, lost in mad Wonderland out to make you one of its own.
You start losing breathe, and feel your energy drain away, as your legs waver and your mind sinks into despair. Then, suddenly, a glimmer hope appears, like a light at the end of a tunnel. You hear voices and turn. From across you are other girls, girls who are fleeing from the same shades that haunt you. And, more importantly, you see a girl waving towards all of you, dressed in what looks to be the child of a ball gown and a suit of armor with an azure spear in hand. There are no shades around her.
"Hm, you've lasted two hits now; that's usually enough to kill first-time students. You've done suitably well, but I wonder if you can last a third hit?"
The Man was musing with his gigantic axe resting head-first on the ground. Chuckling to himself, he hefted the large axe and positioned it to his side, ready to swing. He placed a leg forward and leaned slightly, gripping the handle of the axe, and locking eyes with Sol, ready as he was to finish this.
Before he charged, the Man gave him a small, childish grin. "Just so you know, you had already passed your exam when Mr. Altaaya fainted earlier; everything after that was simply me satisfying our mutual battle-lust."
Then he charged, taking most of the ground with him as he kicked it up in a sudden, powerful pounce. Now once again behind Sol, this time his axe was actually in front of him, rotating rapidly. The Man had thrown the axe at Sol, right before moving behind him in an explosive burst of speed. His fist curled downwards in a sharp uppercut, aiming to pound his spine into dust.
@floodtalon & @Dash375 "Yeah, well I'm pretty sure there are as well, but it's findin' 'em that's the kicker," commented the bartender. Finished cleaning the glasses, the bartender took a seat on high stool, propping her legs on an ice box and listening intently on everyone's conversations, while at the same time keeping an eye on the monitors. She tilted her head slightly as Sandra had her little outburst, and gave Sandra a truly shit-eating grin.
"Aw, well, sure, if you say so, I'll believe ya," drawled the bartender, in a sarcastic, smug way that made it plain that she did not believe her. "I mean, it's totally normal for your face ta be all red like that when you're not interested, yep!" @The ghost in black Meruin shook the excess water out from her hair, and wiped off the water dripping to her eyes and blinking them open. "Yes, they're fairly useful, though I have a bit of difficulty tuning their use to mundane matters. I wonder how Master does it . . ."
Lost in thoughts, Meruin began scrubbing herself down with Aleksandra's soap, before abruptly stopping and placing the soap down cautiously. Turning a bit so she could look at Aleksandra, she eyed her in a vaguely intrusive manner, starting from top to bottom, at every nook-and-cranny, and from every angle. She raised a brow.
"You are very healthy looking for a dead person. Are you a zombie or ghoul perhaps? Because if you are, I'm afraid I can't share cleaning agents with you; safety matters, you understand. It's quite unhygienic to share such things with the living dead," said Meruin frankly. "The same goes for the kitchen and beds. I may have to place barriers around them just to ensure that you don't accidentally infect them."
Since before civilization, mankind has always feared the dark - or rather, what lies beneath it. Horrors that roam as ideas for us in the safety of day, and come to a wretched life at dusk. Ever and always, man has devised ways to fend off the darkness, methods both real and imagined. This fear led to the explosive expansion of man - this fear developed fire, agriculture, medicine. From this fear, civilization was born. The mad scramble to drive away the darkness had urged mankind ever forward.
And yet, it is also this same fear that kept the darkness alive.
The fear that gave birth to civilization had also borne with it . . .
Murder . . .
Genocide . . .
Evil
And with the birth of evil, the abominations that resided alongside us laughed and swelled in numbers and strength. They fed upon evil, and grew into true, living horrors. And with evil as its sword and fear as its shield, horror encroached upon mankind. The corruption eroded at the roots of a budding civilization, threatening to kill humanity before it even existed. Man was nearly driven back into the darkness, were it not for one thing:
Sacrifice
Just as fear had borne evil, evil had birthed sacrifice and courage. With the tools given to them by the enemy itself, mankind pushed back. The idea that death meant nothing, so long as those around them could live and love as they wished, resonated throughout the earth, and the horrors were driven back into the dark, and faded into legend, to be forgotten.
Still, humanity would not easily forget that which nearly eradicated them. Though society as a whole has forgotten what it meant to fear the darkness, there are those that still carry the burden of those memories, and the responsibility that comes with it; the responsibility to fight with your life on the line, knowing that they are the only one's that can. They stand as stalwart sentinels against the night.
The Kispu Sinnis Wardatu
The Magical Girl.
As advertised, this is a totally fun and child friendly magical girl RP!
. . .
I'm sorry, I couldn't help it.
In any case, this is, indeed what is called a magical girl RP, in the sense that you are going to play out the lives of young to prepubescent girls that have, through a series of fantastic circumstances, obtained powers beyond normal understanding, which are used to combat the forces of 'evil'; similarities with the conventional magical girl fare end there, however, as this is more than just young girls with powers dispensing their brand of colorful justice, with some yuri-goodness on the side, and neither is it a world of grim-darkness that seeks to ruin a magical girls innocence. No, this is RP was born from a much more terrifying perspective:
This is the world of a Magical Girl, taken to the logical extreme.
1.) This is a Casual-level RP; I'm sure we all know what this means, but just in case: Casual-level is at least a paragraph long, with understandable grammar and spelling. A focus on character development is apparent.
2.) At least one (1) post everyday.
3.) Let's not be overly aggressive to the opinions of others here; disagreements, yes - disagreeing is a fundamental tool for the growth of society - but, also agree to disagree, and learn to leave it be. I want to have as much fun here as possible, and we're all aware arguments
4.) Ask the GM (That's Me!) in case you're confused, rather than make assumptions which are generally followed by arguments.
Name:
Age: (Ages 11~16)
Nationality: (Whether by blood or by residence)
Picture/Description:(If you want a picture, you can send me a description of you're character, and I'll have a picture up in a week or two, generally) Abilities:(Leave this blank for now! Your abilities will be gained at the start of the RP, but I'll be the one deciding on them)
Personality:
Bio:
Take note, that as of now, this OOC is incomplete - it is currently missing the 'Rankings', 'Events', 'Bestiary', and others. This is a deliberate decision! As the RP progresses and more information is revealed, I'll be updating the OP. This is because I'm attempting to simulate players having about the same amount of information as their characters!*
*The moment this paragraph disappears is the moment when the OP is completely updated
Sol's acrobatic feat of dodging his blow earned him a blow against the Man, however, he used arm to block the incoming blow, with the blade cutting deeply into the limb and drawing blood, yet with no visible reaction on his part. As he blocked with that arm, he leaned into it while simultaneously lifting his hip and leg up for a crescent-moon kick to the upside down Sol's midsection, intent on sending him down into the ground. If he went down flat, then Sol would find himself facing the shadow of a falling axe towards his neck.
@The ghost in black Meruin nodded. "raspberry and mint is acceptable," she said. All in all, she did not really have any strong preferences for how she smelled, so long as it was pleasant on the nose. Though she did have a soft spot for cinnamon and honey, which were Master and Mistress Chase's preferred soaps, respectively. Borrowing the shampoo for a minute, Meruin scrubbed her hair until it was covered in suds. She kept her eyes shut tight, much like a child did, while grasping around blindly for the pale.
"This is a waste of . . ." muttered Meruin, who then drew a rune above her head. It glowed blue for a moment before a strong burst of water gushed out from it.
When the torrent subsided, Meruin coughed: "Pft pft, blugh, I think I ingested some there. Unpleasant. Anyway, I think the schools has been . . . exciting so far." Her thoughts went back to her battle with her proctor, and she smiled a bit. "I'm hoping the trend continues." @floodtalon
"Well, that's a difficult attitude to have for romance; what if you turn out to be the strongest one around here? You'd never find a partner like that," commented the bartender while cleaning out a glass. "Though I have to admit, I am kind of curious to what kind of girl would catch your fancy, given the attitude."
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