VitaVitaAR

Ignite Heart! A Magical Girl RP

I am so excited for more Symphogear.

Strange Gospel: An Urban Fantasy RP

@Nerevarine: Accepted.

@Crimmy: Accepted.

Strange Gospel: An Urban Fantasy RP

@banjoanjo: While it's late, I'm pretty awake so I feel like I can okay him.

Ignite Heart! A Magical Girl RP

@Write: It's fine with me, I want more people. ^^;

Strange Gospel: An Urban Fantasy RP

Sasegawa Hikaru, the Stalwart Lightning Detective of Yamamura

There didn't seem to be any new information. As such, it was difficult to determine who was at risk and who wasn't. Once again, it seemed as if everyone who had used Strange Gospel was at risk of disappearing. Just how and why was so far without evidence, but the single thread that connected every single victim was Strange Gospel. It didn't even appear that they needed to have it on their phone, deleting it or using another's phone seemed to make someone just as much of a potential victim as someone who religiously used the app even after the Apocrypha update. Frustratingly, it seemed like there were few clues of any kind. However, Hikaru was nothing if not persistent. She was determined to find some sort of common thread between each disappearance, and so she was going to interview as many of those who knew the victims as possible.

Unfortunately, it seemed impossible to attempt to monitor everyone who had used Strange Gospel. The sheer number of individuals who had downloaded the app or simply seen it at some point made it quite difficult to attempt to keep an eye on them.

But Hikaru would discover the connection. She was certain she would. Even if no-one else could, she could. This was fact in her mind.

"I'm not at liberty to say," she responded, when Umeda asked about the possibilities. "However, I can say that we are investigating every possibility to the fullest extent. For the moment, I can recommend that you do not travel alone and that you fully obey the curfew."

@Mercurial

Fu Sonzai no Genso: An Urban Fantasy Mystery RP(Raineh Daze and VitaVitaAR)(Eventually open to two more players!)

"It's not as if I care about where his money goes," Toshiko commented, "You can have it."

"Great!" declared Bunny, pumping one fist in the air. Her level of enthusiasm had gone up rather sharply at that news, and she turned to face her partner with a smile. Kitty was smiling, too, if only for a moment.

"He'll be here soon, though," continued Bunny, turning to face the detective and her apprentice. "So if you want to have Kitty-chan help you set up traps, we'll have to work fast."

Toshiko nodded, before turning to face Ryuuko. A basic plan had formed in her head, now. Ryuuko was more suited for a rapid, close-range attack, something that couldn't be avoided in a room like this. And so, if the Daidouji man managed to bypass any traps and reach this room... he'd be ambushed by Bunny and Ryuuko.

"Kitty-san, come with me," Toshiko began. Immediately, Kitty frowned.

"Why do you get to make the orders?" she complained. Toshiko simply continued without pausing.

"Ryuuko-san, you'll stay here with Bunny-san. Ambush him if he comes through that door."

Bunny nodded.

"It's alright, Kitty-chan, just go with her and help her set up the traps. We'll be rid of this guy, this vase, and we'll have a lot of money."

Kitty huffed, but eventually relented. Toshiko helped her out of the room and down the stairs.

The culprit's arrival could be moments away.

Boundary's Edge -- An Urban Fantasy RP

Tanikawa Ayumi

"... I'm Tanikawa Ayumi."

With that, the black-haired girl was quick to leave. She wasn't sure what to do about... well, any of this, but one thing stuck out in her mind. She had to show her parents. Maybe... maybe they would know what to do. It was really the only thing she could think of doing right now. And so, she rushed home. Her mind was still reeling from everything that had been revealed to her so shortly ago, so it was only natural for her to return to somewhere that was more safe and understandable to attempt to work out just what she could do next.

When Ayumi arrived, kicking off her shoes, she called to her parents.

"I'm home!" she declared, hurrying further inside. When she spotted the dark-haired form of her mother, she was preparing the New Year's meal.

"Oh, Welcome home, Ayumi-cha-What happened?!" concern palpable in her mother's voice, the woman swiftly rushed to her daughters side. "Your hair is a mess, and your clothing is singed... are... are you alright, Ayumi?"

Ayumi could see the concern in her mother's eyes. She felt a bit guilty for making her so upset, looking down at herself. She really was a mess, scorch marks all over her clothing, especially her sleeve. Would what she was about to do make it worse? She was worried it would. She didn't want to scare her mother, but she didn't know what else to do. Inside, Ayumi felt like the situation was a bit of a joke. She normally prided herself on being confident and independent, but...

"I'm fine, mom," she said, quickly, before raising her right hand. "... Don't... don't freak out, okay?"

She focused, and electricity crackled in her palm. For a moment, her mother's eyes widened in surprise... but then her gaze softened and she let out a somewhat relieved sigh.

Carefully, guiding Ayumi by her shoulders(and leaving her quite confused), her mother pulled her to the side.

"I was a little worried about thinking of how to tell you about this, Ayumi-chan," she began, taking a deep breath, "but now is as good a time as any."

"Mom...?"

"You're a hanyo, Ayumi-chan," continued her mother. For a few moments, Ayumi stared blankly, eyes wide. A hanyo? Didn't that mean she was a half-yokai? But... that meant... "And I'm your yokai parent."

Ayumi watched, bewildered, as her mother raised a finger. Electricity crackled around it.

"... Y... you're..."

"A raiju, specifically, which is why you can use electricity like that. I... I know we should have told you sooner..." the black-haired woman who was her mother let out a remorseful sigh, "But we weren't sure how to. We wanted to wait until you were a little older."

"What... what about dad?!" Ayumi burst out. She had to ask. If her mother was a yokai, did that mean that her father was... was...

"Your father is human, a perfectly wonderful but perfectly normal human," Ayumi's mother said, quickly, "... Are you sure you're alright?"

"... Y-yeah, but... but this is a lot to take in..." Ayumi trailed off.

"... Can you explain why your clothes are burned like this? You said you're fine, but I can't help but worry," her mother added, running a hand through Ayumi's messy hair.

"Ah, I..." Ayumi trailed off. She didn't want to lie to her mother... but then, her parents had concealed her nature from her, so it was only fair that she got to as well, wasn't it? "... I got angry and my elecricity acted up, it caught my bokken on fire and made it sort of explode."

"..." Ayumi could feel her mother's eyes on her. It looked like she wasn't certain that was the whole truth, but at the same time didn't see any evidence of lies. "... I'm just glad you're alright, in any case. We have to talk to your father, too, but I'm sure you need to eat. Go upstairs and change and we'll have a talk over dinner."

Ayumi nodded, weakly. As strange as everything had been, a little normalcy would be welcome.

She was pretty hungry, too.

---

The black-haired hanyo had gotten an early start that morning. It had been sort of a strange numbness she went to bed with, all the strangeness overtaking her. Especially the revelation of her nature... a hanyo? Something that isn't fully human? But... regardless, she felt like there was something she needed to do. She couldn't remain idly by while something threatened so many people, the entire city. Some kind of evil disease raging in the other world.

The blade gleamed on the wall. Raigekimaru. Her family's sword.

Ayumi had been trained in her family's techniques for a while. And... if she was going to go back to that other world... she was going to go back to that other world, she needed something that could cut.

The katana was sheathed and wrapped in a sheet carefully, and then placed inside a black duffel bag. There. No-one would see it. And she could pull it out pretty easily when she needed it.

To avoid any questions, Ayumi left her home quickly. It wasn't that she didn't trust her parents, but she didn't want them stopping her. She wanted to go back to that shrine.

On the way there, her phone's text tone(Infinite Record's single Raid of Sky). When she pulled it up, it wasn't too surprising to see who it was.

"Junko-chan?" she asked, opening her text.

'this is really scary'

Ayumi quickly responded.

'what????'

'satonaka-chan got kidnapped last night!!! her parents are freaking out!!!!!'

For a few moments, Ayumi stared. Satonaka Kotomi was a classmate. A fairly cute girl with a knack for technology... and she'd been kidnapped? ... Last night...

Ayumi broke into a sprint, bursting into the shrine on arrival.

"I need to get through the portal immediately!" she declared, unzipping the duffel bag and drawing out the sheet-covered Raigekimaru immediately, "It can't wait!"

Institute for Young Channellers (Shounen Battle School Anime RP) (Always accepting)

@Hammerman: She doesn't know how to make Grand Maiden yet, no.

As for the weapons, she arms them largely with kitchen knives and other easily obtainable implements. The lances are the only thing she makes herself.

Grand Maiden will just come with a lance when she learns how to make her.

The explosives she can't make herself and wants to actually obtain to load her dolls with them.

Institute for Young Channellers (Shounen Battle School Anime RP) (Always accepting)

It absolute fairness, a lot of action anime in general allows for the characters, at least the physical fighters, to be able to counter guns in some fashion.

Most of the time this isn't escalated beyond that even if it does imply other things.

... I hope that came out coherently, I'm all over the place tonight. ^^;

Institute for Young Channellers (Shounen Battle School Anime RP) (Always accepting)

Clarabelle Halloway

• Name: Clarabelle Halloway
• Age: 16
• Gender: Female
• Personality: Clarabelle is often seen as creepy or strange. She is quiet and frequently alone, talking to her dolls. She surrounds herself with the dolls she creates, utilizing them for a variety of purposes. Her voice betrays little emotion, and she often has nearly no expression on her face. Indeed, it's rare to see her smile at all. Few people can claim to have seen such a thing. She rarely speaks to others at all, and comes across as cold and emotionless. However, the reasoning behind her behavior is in fact due to a loneliness spawned by her own unapproachable attitude. Her tendency to eerily stare, smile worryingly when discussing sharp objects and what her dolls can use them for, and the eerie threats she tends to dispense during fights have not helped her make friends, but she also fears attempting to approach others in general. For all her apparently eerie behavior and actions, she quite simply fears rejection. Clarabelle's dolls cannot reject her, and therefore she surrounds herself in them, coming off as antisocial and cold due to her fear of others. It's easier to reject others then to be rejected herself, after all. Unfortunately due to her extremely lonely nature, Clarabelle is also liable to become clingy and overprotective of anyone who doesn't reject her, as she has no idea how to handle having relationships with other humans aside from having a fear of losing them. At the same time, she is likely to exhibit intense loyalty to anyone who actually manages to become her friend.
  
  In combat, Clarabelle usually maintains expressionless nature. However, she actually quite enjoys utilizing her dolls in a fight, and as such it can actually bring a smile to her lips. In these circumstances, Clarabelle somewhat embraces her eerie reputation and often makes disconcerting comments. She is, in actuality, quite an intelligent strategist and highly capable of manipulating multiple dolls independently in order to meet success in battle.
  
  Clarabelle deeply enjoys fairy tales and nursery rhymes, and dresses her dolls as different characters from her favorite stories.
• Backstory: When Clarabelle was very young, she fell deathly ill. Her family, the incredibly rich Halloway family, was desperate to find a cure. But there was little they could do until enough research was conducted. As such, Clarabelle spent much of her childhood confined to a bed in her room, unable to leave and barely able to walk. The illness stunted her growth and sapped the color from her skin and hair, leaving her pale and with pure white hair. She was never able to leave her room even on her better days, and as such she was never able to interact with others as a child. Eventually, with extensive treatment and recovery, Clarabelle was cured. But she had spent years of her life locked away with little to no human interaction, surrounded by soft toys and dolls. When she was let out back into the real world, she had no idea how to interact with others. Her weak attempts to make friends were met with confusion and rejection, and she was labeled strange and creepy. Clarabelle was unable to understand how to interact with others, and this lack of understanding lead to her growing fear of rejection for reasons she was unable to understand. More and more, she locked herself away and interacted only with her dolls. Her eerie behavior became even more apparent, especially after her ability to control and manipulate her energy was discovered. Her created dolls became her only friends. After all, they couldn't reject her.
  
  Now, at the academy, things haven't changed much at all for Clarabelle. She still surrounds herself in her dolls.
• Appearance: Delicate and doll-like, as fragile-looking as the things she creates, and yet somehow eerie. She is very small and frail, the size of a child.
• Equipment: Clarabelle carries a variety of doll-sized dresses, and a pair of scissors. She also equips her dolls with a variety of sharp objects, such as knives and lances. She wants to get some form of explosive to place inside of her dolls as well.
• Abilities: Clarabelle is actually quite competent with needlework, and can multitask rather effortlessly, using dolls to perform multiple tasks simultaneously. However, she is very poor at food preparation. Clarabelle is also very physically frail and unable to stand up against any blows to her body, due to her past illness. However, she is an excellent strategist and very willing to set up nasty traps to deceive her foe.
• Channeller category: Architect
• Description of power: Garten der Leeran Jungfrauen - Clarabelle can create and control dolls, manufacturing their components utilizing her energy and, usually, manually assembling them. She can generate them fully assembled but claims she feels less attachment to dolls created in that manner. The dolls are not particularly durable on their own, but are armed with various sharp objects and are capable of flight. She can control their slightest movements independently, and they are all under her total command. She stores dolls inside her skirt and sleeves as well for rapid deployment.
• Names/descriptions of moves:
  • Leere Jungfrauen - Clarabelle's basic ability to create dolls.
  • Hohle Seele: A copy of Clarabelle herself, a life-sized doll as identical to the real thing as she is capable of. Her intent, at least, is to use it as a decoy, and stock the interior with explosives in order to be used as a trap.
  • Großes Mädchen aus Stahl: A huge doll wielding an enormous lance. Far more durable and strong then the other dolls, standing a little over six meters in height. A very dangerous enemy, Clarabelle rides upon its shoulder when in combat. In appearance, the Grand Maiden resembles Alice from the famed fairytale, with long, flowing blonde hair and blue and white clothing.
• Character theme song: Hartmann's ... Doll... Using... Girl?
• Other: N/A