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I think watching fight scenes can help in general terms with writing combat, since it can give you an idea of flow and choreography.
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At least if you're writing something you know, with knights.
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I mean, depends on what you're writing, and the tone and theme of what you're writing. Trained armored knights were legitimately monstrous on the battlefield, so looking up how they fought helps.
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@Conscripts: Orcs especially don't function like the other species in-setting for lore reasons and are both extremely uniform and extremely violent, so they're off the table.
@Conscripts: It's open, and right now wouldn't be a bad time.
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This was really happening, wasn't it?
This was actually real.
At first, when she suddenly remembered everything, she hoped it was some sort of strange dream. Then, when it became clear it wasn't, she hoped that it was some kind of bizarre coincidence and she hadn't actually been reincarnated as the protagonist of an otome game after having previously been a very much male university student. Maybe it was just a coincidentally similar world.
Those hopes were dashed when she entered the school. When she saw the people here. When she set foot in the courtyard.
The entrance ceremony was exactly as she remembered it from the intro to the game.
Matsuoka Ryouji, or rather Anne Marielle as she had been known for the past sixteen years in this world, now found herself standing in the aftermath of the intro to Starveil Academy.
In the world of the otome game Cross Heart Academy.
As its protagonist.
What this meant was hardly lost on her, as she anxiously eyed the crowds around her.
Perhaps being the 'generically cute every girl' would work to her advantage. Nevermind the fact that being a girl in the first place was a tremendously awkward experience(in away she was thankful for those sixteen years she spent without remembering her old life, because that meant that she'd not had an even rougher adjustment period). In the real world, she wouldn't be that noticeable. And this was real now, not an otome game where every guy was destined to notice her.
Surely it would work out differently, right? Even if that entrance ceremony had been identical.
Anne wasn't the type of person who had played this game for guys to fawn over her. If anything, back when she was Matsuoka Ryouji, it was only natural he was much more into some of the female characters. The protagonist herself was cute, albeit deliberately generically so. And there was that one teacher too.
There was no way she wanted to end up marrying some guy.
She wasn't going to pursue any route. This was absolute in her mind. This was a zero route game. She'd think about the other stuff when she had the chance, but the most immediate problem was ensuring none of them would approach her.
It couldn't be hard, right?
Anne sighed inwardly, relieved at her own hopefully-true assumption. That's right. In real life, as long as she made a good, solid rejection, guys like that would let it go, right?
Of course she'd have to be careful, in this world where status mattered so much, but all the protagonist's romance options were at least decent guys, right?
They practically had an ocean of other girls to choose from, too.
Right?
Somehow her optimism was crumbling by the second.
Well, maybe if she made her way out of the courtyard as quickly as possible, to avoid even the slightest chance of a flag raising...
@PKMNB0Y
This was actually real.
At first, when she suddenly remembered everything, she hoped it was some sort of strange dream. Then, when it became clear it wasn't, she hoped that it was some kind of bizarre coincidence and she hadn't actually been reincarnated as the protagonist of an otome game after having previously been a very much male university student. Maybe it was just a coincidentally similar world.
Those hopes were dashed when she entered the school. When she saw the people here. When she set foot in the courtyard.
The entrance ceremony was exactly as she remembered it from the intro to the game.
Matsuoka Ryouji, or rather Anne Marielle as she had been known for the past sixteen years in this world, now found herself standing in the aftermath of the intro to Starveil Academy.
In the world of the otome game Cross Heart Academy.
As its protagonist.
What this meant was hardly lost on her, as she anxiously eyed the crowds around her.
Perhaps being the 'generically cute every girl' would work to her advantage. Nevermind the fact that being a girl in the first place was a tremendously awkward experience(in away she was thankful for those sixteen years she spent without remembering her old life, because that meant that she'd not had an even rougher adjustment period). In the real world, she wouldn't be that noticeable. And this was real now, not an otome game where every guy was destined to notice her.
Surely it would work out differently, right? Even if that entrance ceremony had been identical.
Anne wasn't the type of person who had played this game for guys to fawn over her. If anything, back when she was Matsuoka Ryouji, it was only natural he was much more into some of the female characters. The protagonist herself was cute, albeit deliberately generically so. And there was that one teacher too.
There was no way she wanted to end up marrying some guy.
She wasn't going to pursue any route. This was absolute in her mind. This was a zero route game. She'd think about the other stuff when she had the chance, but the most immediate problem was ensuring none of them would approach her.
It couldn't be hard, right?
Anne sighed inwardly, relieved at her own hopefully-true assumption. That's right. In real life, as long as she made a good, solid rejection, guys like that would let it go, right?
Of course she'd have to be careful, in this world where status mattered so much, but all the protagonist's romance options were at least decent guys, right?
They practically had an ocean of other girls to choose from, too.
Right?
Somehow her optimism was crumbling by the second.
Well, maybe if she made her way out of the courtyard as quickly as possible, to avoid even the slightest chance of a flag raising...
@PKMNB0Y
"Ah..."
Their reverie towards the Princesses was difficult to maintain in the face of such information. Of course, as sheltered noble girls, none of them had witnessed first-hand the pain and suffering that could be brought by slavery. But they knew of it.
"My father is a minor knight under the crown, er, if you've heard of a Sir Galfont that's my father! Er..." Angenese paused for a moment, "He tells me stories, at times, never the details but... would you be happy to know he slew a slavery ring's captain, Sir Knight?"
She was uncertain what to say, but it was clear to at least two of the girls that Sir Gerard's mood had darkened as he spoke. While Angenese did love her father, his exploits felt more commonplace compared to that of the Iron Rose Knights. A keeper of the law was someone to be proud of, but the work of knights of legend felt more far away and exotic.
Tenessa remained silent, shifting uncomfortably, uncertain of what to say. Meanwhile, Violette said nothing as well, simply looking away quietly, awkwardly.
Perhaps she'd not had much to say to begin with.
@HereComesTheSnow
"Ah, my, I didn't expect such a display...!"
Still, the elder princess was clapping. Even if the bout had been short, a duel between two members of the most famous knight orders in all of Thaln was still something to behold. Elisandre had seen more than a few tournaments in her life, and the fights always seemed to last a little longer than that. But even if it seemed a bit brutal for a duel, no-one was seriously harmed, were they?
"Sir Renar, you said?" she continued, "I should like to thank him for his service personally, after I have spoken to your Knight-Captain."
Pausing a moment, she glanced town towards her younger sister, to see how she was doing after witnessing the duel. While her sister was also no stranger to such performances, at the same time she had seen her flinch and become anxious during some of the more intense bouts.
But it seemed Fionn's presence had worked wonders at keeping her young girl distracted.
"Oh, these are... they're the..." Princess Maletha's eyes shone slightly at the sight of candied fruits, "They're, um... I forgot the name, but they're from Ka... Ka... Kashahn, across the sea, right?"
The younger princess knew some exotic preserved fruits and other unfamiliar snacks from the Near East had been delivered recently, but she hadn't gotten to see them until now. Exotic candied fruits from Kashahn, in the south of that distant land, were quite different from the sweets she was used to. Her eyes wandered briefly to the tables, past the knight, before returning to them.
"Um, thank you! Thank you, Sir Fionn!" she nodded excitedly as she spoke, "I-I'll, I'll use your services wisely! You shall be my stalwart ball knight!"
She seemed at least a bit less anxious.
It was only natural that Veilena had observed the duel as well, arms folded and golden eyes narrowed slightly.
"Those knights... hmmm," she cocked her head to one side, her pigtails bobbing as she did, "Curious that it was those two in particular."
"Ah? Why is that, Lady Cazt?" asked Elisandre.
"Nothing in particular, I suppose. At least, nothing important at the moment," the Cazt heir replied with a idle wave of her hand, "You know, your Highness, if I'm not mistaken, the two most senior knights in attendance are there as well."
"Ah...!"
It was only natural that the First Princess would immediately try to approach the vampire and the elf as soon as she spotted them.
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Their reverie towards the Princesses was difficult to maintain in the face of such information. Of course, as sheltered noble girls, none of them had witnessed first-hand the pain and suffering that could be brought by slavery. But they knew of it.
"My father is a minor knight under the crown, er, if you've heard of a Sir Galfont that's my father! Er..." Angenese paused for a moment, "He tells me stories, at times, never the details but... would you be happy to know he slew a slavery ring's captain, Sir Knight?"
She was uncertain what to say, but it was clear to at least two of the girls that Sir Gerard's mood had darkened as he spoke. While Angenese did love her father, his exploits felt more commonplace compared to that of the Iron Rose Knights. A keeper of the law was someone to be proud of, but the work of knights of legend felt more far away and exotic.
Tenessa remained silent, shifting uncomfortably, uncertain of what to say. Meanwhile, Violette said nothing as well, simply looking away quietly, awkwardly.
Perhaps she'd not had much to say to begin with.
@HereComesTheSnow
"Ah, my, I didn't expect such a display...!"
Still, the elder princess was clapping. Even if the bout had been short, a duel between two members of the most famous knight orders in all of Thaln was still something to behold. Elisandre had seen more than a few tournaments in her life, and the fights always seemed to last a little longer than that. But even if it seemed a bit brutal for a duel, no-one was seriously harmed, were they?
"Sir Renar, you said?" she continued, "I should like to thank him for his service personally, after I have spoken to your Knight-Captain."
Pausing a moment, she glanced town towards her younger sister, to see how she was doing after witnessing the duel. While her sister was also no stranger to such performances, at the same time she had seen her flinch and become anxious during some of the more intense bouts.
But it seemed Fionn's presence had worked wonders at keeping her young girl distracted.
"Oh, these are... they're the..." Princess Maletha's eyes shone slightly at the sight of candied fruits, "They're, um... I forgot the name, but they're from Ka... Ka... Kashahn, across the sea, right?"
The younger princess knew some exotic preserved fruits and other unfamiliar snacks from the Near East had been delivered recently, but she hadn't gotten to see them until now. Exotic candied fruits from Kashahn, in the south of that distant land, were quite different from the sweets she was used to. Her eyes wandered briefly to the tables, past the knight, before returning to them.
"Um, thank you! Thank you, Sir Fionn!" she nodded excitedly as she spoke, "I-I'll, I'll use your services wisely! You shall be my stalwart ball knight!"
She seemed at least a bit less anxious.
It was only natural that Veilena had observed the duel as well, arms folded and golden eyes narrowed slightly.
"Those knights... hmmm," she cocked her head to one side, her pigtails bobbing as she did, "Curious that it was those two in particular."
"Ah? Why is that, Lady Cazt?" asked Elisandre.
"Nothing in particular, I suppose. At least, nothing important at the moment," the Cazt heir replied with a idle wave of her hand, "You know, your Highness, if I'm not mistaken, the two most senior knights in attendance are there as well."
"Ah...!"
It was only natural that the First Princess would immediately try to approach the vampire and the elf as soon as she spotted them.
@Creative Chaos@Raineh Daze@Rune_Alchemist@Saiyan@The Otter@Crimson Paladin@Psychic Loser@Richard Horthy@VahkiDane@Psyker Landshark
Perhaps it was childish, but after her experience in the dreamworld Fio's patience had worn quite thin. Scowling at the bound Fomorian, she dipped one dainty hand into the dub of water and scooped out out, splashing it directly at her. Not much of it even made it to Cethlann, most of it simply splashed on the floor.
But it was enough to get her feelings across, and make her feel somewhat less irritated.
"You bit through the gag," she said, flatly. It was obvious, but the small witch's mind had been elsewhere when she emerged from the pool and so she hadn't even considered it until she was reminded of just how sharp the Fomorian's teeth looked, "It wasn't particularly durable, so with teeth like yours it wasn't an issue. I guess you couldn't stand not being able to speak, could you?"
Then again, she needed to eat as well.
"I'm going to tell them to serve up whatever they feel like, then," she continued, before returning her attention to whoever was beyond the door.
"The prisoner needs food!" she called, as loudly as she could manage when her throat was still sore, "But don't you dare come in until I tell you!"
With her underclothes soaked, her insurance against someone barging in on her had become a liability. Left with no other options, she removed them and set them aside, thankful once again that the Fomorian was blindfolded and there was no way to see into the room from outside, before setting about to locate the nearest object she could dry herself off with.
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But it was enough to get her feelings across, and make her feel somewhat less irritated.
"You bit through the gag," she said, flatly. It was obvious, but the small witch's mind had been elsewhere when she emerged from the pool and so she hadn't even considered it until she was reminded of just how sharp the Fomorian's teeth looked, "It wasn't particularly durable, so with teeth like yours it wasn't an issue. I guess you couldn't stand not being able to speak, could you?"
Then again, she needed to eat as well.
"I'm going to tell them to serve up whatever they feel like, then," she continued, before returning her attention to whoever was beyond the door.
"The prisoner needs food!" she called, as loudly as she could manage when her throat was still sore, "But don't you dare come in until I tell you!"
With her underclothes soaked, her insurance against someone barging in on her had become a liability. Left with no other options, she removed them and set them aside, thankful once again that the Fomorian was blindfolded and there was no way to see into the room from outside, before setting about to locate the nearest object she could dry herself off with.
@Rune_Alchemist
"Figures," Akira commented with a frown, when Akio tried the door only to discover it was locked. Had the owner of the apartment actively attempted to make it more difficult for them to conduct their extermination, or had this been done by the grudges? Or was it an effort to keep something inside that hadn't been thought through?
The deceptively boyish young lady's thoughts were interrupted when she noticed inky darkness oozing out from around the frame of the door, looking almost like strands of hair.
"Akiraaaa, there's something really nasty beyond that door...!"
"I don't need you to tell me that!" she hissed at the spirit as her grip tightened on Hanamaru's hilt. With each thud on the door that followed, her body tensed just a little more. She narrowed her senses, focusing entirely on the very moment the door would open. Her left foot slid slowly back as she lowered her stance, eyes fixed firmly on the rattling door.
And then it exploded off of its hinges. Greasy black hair pooled on the floor, like pools of oil, as gangly pale limbs exploded through the air and lashed out towards the assembled attuned.
In the very same instant, Akira leaped back. In the very same motion, Hanamaru left its sheath, a sliver of moonlight cleaving through the air.
Then she landed two meters back.
Alongside her fell one of the pale limbs, trailing almost-black blood before hitting the ground, twitching and writhing. Drawing her blade and swinging in the same motion was practiced technique, one she had done plenty of times before. And this opponent was not trying to protect itself in the least.
Akira had known her strike would be successful the moment the door had been torn from its hinges.
"Blech, cutting through that felt awful!" came the spirit's voice with a loud complaint.
"Oh, please!" responded Akira, irritated as she sized up the grudge. Its form, or at least what could be seen of it, was a mass of vaguely feminine pale arms, surrounded by enormous amounts of stringy, greasy black hair. All of it looked slightly damp, and each of the hands sported chipped and cracked nails, some entirely uprooted.
"Don't tell me this sword hasn't cut plenty of grudges since you decided to possess it, this isn't even the first one I've faced since I started wielding it!" she continued in frustration. There were no obvious points of attack aside from the limbs.
"That doesn't mean I like it!"
Another limb lashed out towards her.
If that was how it was, then she'd have to start cutting. They all would.
This time she swung the blade upwards from a low stance, advancing in the very same moment. She caught the hand between the middle finger and the ring finger and parted it neatly up the middle until she reached the elbow, splattering black ichor to the ground.
@PKMNB0Y@Silverpaw@Vertigo
The deceptively boyish young lady's thoughts were interrupted when she noticed inky darkness oozing out from around the frame of the door, looking almost like strands of hair.
"Akiraaaa, there's something really nasty beyond that door...!"
"I don't need you to tell me that!" she hissed at the spirit as her grip tightened on Hanamaru's hilt. With each thud on the door that followed, her body tensed just a little more. She narrowed her senses, focusing entirely on the very moment the door would open. Her left foot slid slowly back as she lowered her stance, eyes fixed firmly on the rattling door.
And then it exploded off of its hinges. Greasy black hair pooled on the floor, like pools of oil, as gangly pale limbs exploded through the air and lashed out towards the assembled attuned.
In the very same instant, Akira leaped back. In the very same motion, Hanamaru left its sheath, a sliver of moonlight cleaving through the air.
Then she landed two meters back.
Alongside her fell one of the pale limbs, trailing almost-black blood before hitting the ground, twitching and writhing. Drawing her blade and swinging in the same motion was practiced technique, one she had done plenty of times before. And this opponent was not trying to protect itself in the least.
Akira had known her strike would be successful the moment the door had been torn from its hinges.
"Blech, cutting through that felt awful!" came the spirit's voice with a loud complaint.
"Oh, please!" responded Akira, irritated as she sized up the grudge. Its form, or at least what could be seen of it, was a mass of vaguely feminine pale arms, surrounded by enormous amounts of stringy, greasy black hair. All of it looked slightly damp, and each of the hands sported chipped and cracked nails, some entirely uprooted.
"Don't tell me this sword hasn't cut plenty of grudges since you decided to possess it, this isn't even the first one I've faced since I started wielding it!" she continued in frustration. There were no obvious points of attack aside from the limbs.
"That doesn't mean I like it!"
Another limb lashed out towards her.
If that was how it was, then she'd have to start cutting. They all would.
This time she swung the blade upwards from a low stance, advancing in the very same moment. She caught the hand between the middle finger and the ring finger and parted it neatly up the middle until she reached the elbow, splattering black ichor to the ground.
@PKMNB0Y@Silverpaw@Vertigo
In spite of being surrounded by water, her throat felt dry. The protective sigils covering her body had done there job, but only barely. Her underclothing was soaked through, clinging to her body in a rather embarrassing fashion. Thankfully the only witness was blindfolded, and the person banging on the door hopefully wouldn't come barging through it.
"I-I'm fine!"
Her voice, unfortunately, didn't exactly convey that. Hoarse, and showing signs of her exhaustion, Fio stood up shakily, gulping in air. In spite of being completely soaked, she rather felt as if she needed a warm bath.
The Goddess of the Deep Lake. The eye that had fixed upon her.
There was much to think about. But more immediately, she had gained quite a bit of knowledge of the Fomorian and her interactions. The fact that she had been tied to the bizarre-three armed warrior, her name, the actions they'd been undertaking leading up to her capture...
The Sword Witch took a deep breath. If only it didn't feel like her throat was so raw.
She sighed.
"You may be a Fomorian, but starving a prisoner is something only a monster would do," she said, stepping out of the tub. Her bare feet felt cold on the prison floor, all the moreseo due to the water coating her.
She had to dry off and gather her clothing before the person outside barged in...
"... You'll get something to eat, Cethlann," continued Fio, giving the bound Fomorian a sideways glance, "And maybe I'll pass on a request for a specific meal if you tell me just how you tore away that gag."
@Rune_Alchemist
"I-I'm fine!"
Her voice, unfortunately, didn't exactly convey that. Hoarse, and showing signs of her exhaustion, Fio stood up shakily, gulping in air. In spite of being completely soaked, she rather felt as if she needed a warm bath.
The Goddess of the Deep Lake. The eye that had fixed upon her.
There was much to think about. But more immediately, she had gained quite a bit of knowledge of the Fomorian and her interactions. The fact that she had been tied to the bizarre-three armed warrior, her name, the actions they'd been undertaking leading up to her capture...
The Sword Witch took a deep breath. If only it didn't feel like her throat was so raw.
She sighed.
"You may be a Fomorian, but starving a prisoner is something only a monster would do," she said, stepping out of the tub. Her bare feet felt cold on the prison floor, all the moreseo due to the water coating her.
She had to dry off and gather her clothing before the person outside barged in...
"... You'll get something to eat, Cethlann," continued Fio, giving the bound Fomorian a sideways glance, "And maybe I'll pass on a request for a specific meal if you tell me just how you tore away that gag."
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Become a Star of Justice, and Light up the Sky with Hope
The streets reflected orange. From the concrete, the glass and steel of buildings, as the sun slowly began to sink more and more of it was colored in. The throngs of people in the streets heading to and from work, to get food, to unwind. Some people were looking to have fun, others were looking to desperately unwind from the stresses they dealt with throughout today. For some people, it was minor problems, like simply not getting in line when they wanted or worrying about a quiz. For others, they had to deal with an overly-harsh boss or even fellow students bullying them.
A cauldron of human emotions.
In one case, a particular salaryman's resentment for his boss was threatening to boil over and explode. Pressured on work, facing long hours, it was all getting to him the more and more time he spent at his job this week. And all of that frustration was currently targeted squarely at the man in charge right now. He'd manage to calm down, and perhaps realize his situation wasn't quite as bad as it initially appeared, as the night wore on.
But those strong negative feelings wouldn't simply vanish.
They would go to join others, in dark places.
And some particularly powerful negative emotions had been building up for a little while now.
In these dark places, these negative feelings would coalesce.
Merging, twisting together, uniting into physical forms. Dangerous forms. Creatures that could cause dangerous thoughts to linger in the minds of humans by their mere presence, to amplify the negative feelings that they were already experiencing. The stronger they got, the more this influence grew. And that wasn’t all. When these creatures fully manifested, they were able to affect the world physically. To attack human beings directly.
But that was why they were here.
It wasn’t just negative feelings. Joy. Hopes. Dreams. One could call them warriors who stood for these kinds of things. The young girls who fought to protect the people of Tokyo from the shades manifesting from their darker thoughts and emotions.
Magical Girls.
And in this starlit city, many magical girls were selected to fight for its people. It was a necessity, simply due to the number of human beings living in a place like this.
And in some cases, these girls decided to work together.
As the sun sank lower and lower, one such group was already on its way to meeting.
Shinjuku had recently seen an unusual rise in the number of shades appearing at night. The shadowy, abnormal figures had been congregating in the ward and its neighbors with increasing frequency, in larger groups then they had been doing so prior. It wasn't as if there was any obvious swell in negative emotions, but something had to explain the rise in their numbers, didn't it?
It was only fitting that they’d picked the Shinjuku Gyeon National Garden as their meeting spot. The green grasses and shaded spots provided by the many trees and other flora made for a natural spot in an otherwise bustling part of the city. Even if they didn’t spend much time admiring the scenery, they’d at least be somewhere that was nice.
It was time to plan their next move.
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