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Mahou Shoujo no Hex Night: A Magical Girl Battle RP

I'll be getting a response up today or tomorrow!

Fate/Eternum

Mihama Nanako

When Nanako moved, to get her glass of water, her motions were stiff. There was nothing she could say. Nothing she could do. She'd really blown it, hadn't she? She'd wanted to try and explain herself and apologize. But she'd said it in the worst possible way, hadn't she? When she sat, she simply clutched quietly at the hem of her skirt, after placing her glass of water on the table. There were no excuses that she could make. She din't want to make excuses in the first place. She wanted to simply try and explain herself. She didn't expect a simple explanation to make things right, but she hoped it would help with her apology.

It hadn't.

All Nanako had wanted to do was try and foster a good relationship with her Servant, to try and be her friend. That's what she had wanted from the start. But this entire day she'd just kept making mistakes, hadn't she? There was little she could have done that would have been worse. All she did when Meltryllis walked past her was slowly nod.

How could she try and salvage this? As bad as she felt now, she wasn't going to give up. She couldn't. She'd finally summoned a Servant, no matter how strange the situation was she had to make her happy. Even if the circumstances were bizarre, Meltryllis had allowed herself to be summoned, hadn't she? So she had to repay her by making things right.

Nanako simply didn't know how.

Slowly, she picked up her glass of water.

Yes, no matter what, she had to make up for it!

Nanako took a sip.

What happened next, she couldn't understand. It was difficult for her to even grasp what was happening to her. Everything went black for a moment, and then she was on the floor, fallen beside her table. But that wasn't all. The sensation racing through her nervous system, it was like every part of her body, her skin, muscles, bones, it was as if absolutely every part of her was being torn apart and rebuilt with every instant. She let out a strangled cry.

What was happening? Why? Her body felt like it was on fire, she couldn't hold back tears. The absolute agony rushing through her was unlike anything she had ever felt before, and everything went black again moments later.

This pattern was to continue for the entire night.

@PKMNB0Y

Fate/esoterica

Saber

"Er, yes..." the girl samurai couldn't help but feel embarrassed that she hadn't even contemplated the possibility of having to purchase training swords. But maybe there was some way to obtain them otherwise? The pale Servant was hopeful that would be the case, at least. She didn't know much at all about the United States, though the Holy Grail had gifted her the capability to converse with those who lived there without issue. After a moment's pause, Saber realized that another individual had appeared as well. An older man, well-dressed, asking about their situation in English... to which her Master responded in Japanese.

There was really only one thing that the girl samurai could do, given the situation.

"Er, what Honda-san is trying to do is ask who you are, any why you're here?" she asked. It seemed everyone was answering everyone else with questions. Hopefully he'd change that tactic and actually explain himself. Saber didn't suspect him of being anyone dangerous as of now, but at the same time it was a little weird that he showed up so suddenly, so asking who he was seemed like the best idea.

@PKMNB0Y@Raineh Daze

Fate/esoterica

Estelle Varianbec, Master of Berserker

"Mmmnn..."

Estelle slowly stirred. Last night... her plan had fallen apart, hadn't it? Memories of the summoning slowly filled her mind as she blinked blearily. Her Berserker... that incredibly pretty lady, Minamoto no Raikou, had... well, she'd immediately dumped a whole load of concerns onto her. But not her plan, not at all, it was about her well-being. It wasn't as if Estelle didn't appreciate a Servant who felt she was so important and precious(of course she was, after all), but at the same time her entire plan for the night had been completely derailed. Ambushing a Master and Servant with one of the most powerful Samurai of Japanese history had seemed to be an excellent plan... but instead, every other Master had long since finished their business, and Estelle had begun to find it difficult to keep her eyes open. It wasn't as if her plan didn't have another chance(especially given the power of her Servant) but this...

Gaah, she didn't need to be treated that way!

... Even if it wasn't bad, it was still... still... whatever!

Rubbing her eyes again, Estelle clambered out of bed and yawned once more. Well... before anything else, she'd have to plan for the day before getting another chance to spring a trap on an enemy Servant... it was probably for the best to acclimate Berserker to the town, as well, to let her see what battlefield she'd be fighting in.

Even after he strange start, the little girl was filled with nothing but boundless confidence. She was undeniably the strongest Master in the war, with one of the most powerful Servants. But for now...

She headed downstairs, still in her pajamas. Her mansion was huge, likely one of the largest private residences in Redrock that still existed. And yet now there was only Estelle, Berserker, and her maids living within it...

"... Berserker," she called, "I have an idea. We can take this chance to go out for breakfast and I can show you your battlefield!"

She was already being followed by a gaggle of maids, some of whom were eyeing Berserker with jealousy. Did they think that she was trying to take their job? Some had already offered to help her bathe, but Estelle was on a mission she wanted to complete before anything else!

@Anza

Mahou Shoujo no Hex Night: A Magical Girl Battle RP

"..."

Shining Fist paused for a moment. Then, with a look of deep concentration, she folded her arms across her chest. For a few moments, she remained like this, as if deep in thought.

Then...

"... I have no idea!"

The girl scratched the back of her head with an awkward chuckle as she turned to face Fuyuko. For all that buildup, her actual thought processes seemed to have resulted in nothing.

"Hmmm... you said they were in the forest, right? Or they ran off there or something," she said, after a moment, "So... Maybe staring there would be good?! I dunno how to find them but some creep in a suit with a bunny mask has gotta stand out, right?"

Even if it was one of the most basic plans possible, there was at least some kind of logic. Suits and bunny masks weren't exactly some sort of high-level camouflage. But that was only the case if the strange figure was, for some reason, still lingering in the forest. It wasn't impossible, of course, but it also wasn't as if the masked figure was guaranteed to be there.

@LuckyBlackCat

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For a few moments, both girls were silent. Then...

"Eeeeehhh?!"

Hina stepped forward immediately.

"But... but it's the first night of the Hex Night!" she cried, waving her arms frantically in the air as she did, "Magical girls are supposed to fight during the Hex Night! That's how it works! Isn't it?"

As opposed to Hina's outburst, Chise had transitioned to giving Hanako a rather notable pout. It almost seemed as if she had thought the sudden reveal of her and Hina's nature as magical girls had been cool, and that this had ruined it.

"That's not the kind of response I wanted, onee-san," she said, her pout deepening as she spoke, "Hina-chan is right... the fairy said it was how the Hex Night worked. You get a wish and everything."

@Raineh Daze

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The ravens could observe a variety of things in the night. Of course, the chief ones among them were magical girls.

The first night of the Hex Night wasn't devoid of combat, but many magical girls were being more cautious and scouting out potential opponents. This was the case with many of the girls that the Ravens were able to spot.

A notable example included a magical girl with an unusual outfit, one that seemed to be split between a leotard and a frilled dress, a tophat on her head. Her hair was bright red, her outfit red and gold, and she had a heart marking on her left cheek. It seemed as if she had sparkling lights following her wherever she went, and her pace was rather leisurely as she made her way across the rooftops.

Another was a somewhat tan-skinned(likely due to spending a lot of time outdoors) girl with bright green hair, and a navy-colored outfit seeming to draw inspiration from the military, complete with gold epaulets. She seemed to be cheerfully making her way across the top of a short wall, though her eyes were always on her surroundings.

And then-a little blonde girl...?

But if the last one was investigated closer, the blonde girl would already be gone.

@A Lowly Wretch

Mahou Shoujo no Hex Night: A Magical Girl Battle RP

I'll get a post done here tonight or tomorrow.

Fate/esoterica

Saber

"I still need to see where you're at, when it comes to skill. To get a better sense of where to start, and refreshing a student on the basics with the start of a new class always makes sense," Saber responded with a pleasant smile. Fond memories of teaching flooded her mind. Aside from her time spent with her friends in the Shinsengumi, teaching others the way of the sword was one of the things she looked back upon most warmly.

Indeed, she was so wrapped up in fond memories that the samurai Servant failed to recall one of the most important factors in instructing swordplay, at least until her Master mentioned the fact to her.

"... Oh. Training swords. Er... eh-heheheh..."

Embarrassed at overlooking something so important, Saber averted her eyes slightly, scratching at the back of her head.

@Raineh Daze

Fate/Eternum

Mihama Nanako

So much had happened in just a short period of time. Nanako would be learning from Atlas? She'd met Sherlock Holmes? Of course, in a city like Fusang, meeting any extraordinary figures from history was always possible. It was likely that any given day simply walking through Fusang would lead to multiple encounters with famous figures right out of the history books. But it was a bit different speaking directly to one in that fashion. Certainly, she'd talked to Servants before, but... this was... different.

She winced when she saw the new sent of dents that Meltryllis left in the floor, but... there was something more important then that.

Nanako's Servant was angry. The Alter Ego was clearly fuming, and it had already been obvious even before they arrived back at home.

"... Ah... you noticed..."

For a moment Nanako simply wasn't sure what to say. It was clear that Meltryllis had been angry at being pitied. Nanako hadn't wanted to make her angry, not after forcing her Servant through far more important things that had irritated the purple-haired Alter Ego. But it was difficult. Learning that her hands were almost useless, seeing her struggle with the spoon at the restaurant, it had been hard not to show at least a little pity for her...

"... I'm sorry, I know there's no way it wouldn't make you mad," responded Nanako, finally. "I've only just met you today and it was still pretty obvious you'd hate having anyone pity you."

Nanako felt like she was already making mistakes. In trying to start a good relationship with her Servant, it seemed that she was largely struggling and not doing a particularly good job. But it wasn't like she could just ignore Meltryllis's words. She had to try and say something. Not doing so would only make things worse.

"It's... it's not like I think you're weak or anything," Nanako added, "... I guess it's just hard not to feel that way, knowing stuff like that."

The brunette had a feeling absolutely no part of that had made anything better.

@PKMNB0Y

Fate/Eternum

Saber - Arturia Pendragon(Also Seria is there too)

It was her Master's words the drew her from her reminiscence.

In a city such as Fusang, the density of the mana, and of the population of Servants, made it considerably more difficult to detect an individual's approach. As a result, the golden-haired Saber had been so caught in her own memories that for a few moments she had failed to realize that the one who had invited her here had arrived. Her short ponytail drifting in the faint breeze as she turned towards him, her hand still placed to her chest...

"Lancelot, I..."

Her hand tightened against her chest. The last time she had seen him, her friend, her knight, he had been summoned into the Berserker Class entirely due to actions she had undertaken. He had been pierced on the tip of her sword. That the noble man who embodied the ideals of knighthood had been drowned in madness to such an extent... it was painful. What could she say to him? Even if her path was no longer one that attempted to erase her own part in history, her memories remained filled with regret.

"Hel... lo..."

But Lancelot was not alone.

The identity of the girl who he had arrived with was undeniable. While there were some who bore a surprising level of similarity to herself in this world, it was largely coincidental. There was only one person who had ever born not just a resemblance to her, but was identical down to the most minute details...

It was like looking in a mirror. Even if her hairstyle was a wild ponytail, just as it had been all those years ago. Even if she wore a far less conservative outfit.

There was no denying that the girl who stood before Arturia Pendragon was the one who referred to herself as her son. The one who rebelled against her.

Mordred.

It wasn't as if the King of Knights had never considered the possibility. There was no reason that Mordred, too, could not potentially be called by the summons of a Master.

And yet...

Her free hand reflexively curled into a fist. The last time she had seen Mordred...

"... Mordred."

The manner in which she spoke the girl's name was short, halting. It could have sounded cold, but the Saber-class Servant's voice was tinged with uncertainty.

Even now she had never truly blamed Mordred... or had she? Was it... Mordred had never had the attitude to be king. That was something she still held in her mind as fact. But at the same time... she had never consciously blamed Mordred for the fall of Camelot, even if seeing her again brought with it unpleasant memories and thoughts. It was not Mordred's fault. It had been her own. But simply because she had never thought to herself 'Mordred carries blame for Camelot's fall' was she really...

If she had subconsciously felt as such, did Mordred deserve it?

Did...

@Raineh Daze@KoL

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Berserker - Ibaraki-Douji

"Oh? I was a little disappointed when you got knocked flying like that," commented the oni, cocking her head to one side with that bloodthirsty grin still on her lips, "I thought I was up against someone really legendary. But you got back up quickly, so maybe there's still some fun to to be had?"

The small girl stepped forward, clawed, bare feet pressing down upon the earth beneath her as she advanced away from the crater left by the enemy Berserker's initial strike.

"Sometimes a rampage with no opposition is fun, but every once in a while, an oni wants to crush someone who puts up a fight!"

There was an explosion of fire, almost like the flare of a rocket, accompanied by a sound akin to the roar of a jet engine. Indeed, after a moment, those comparisons became even more apt as Ibaraki-Douji was lifted off her feet, the earth beneath her seeming to burn as she hurtled towards her opponent!

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Heroes of Ironridge: A Fantasy Adventure RP

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