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Everything she needed for school was packed. Her uniform was clean and wrinkle-free. It was the start of a new week, which was when Umiko felt the most refreshed. The last thing she tended to do before heading out and trying to arrive early was check the television for any news that needed her attention. Most days there were mentions of small events like localized monster invasions that another "magical children" could handle in their ward, or single beasts that she could face off against and defeat before her day really got started.

Right, Umiko was a magical girl tasked with protecting the city.

Reports state that the torii materialized earlier this morning. As of yet nothing else has happen— wait a moment. Back to our live feed—

The picture swapped from the anchor commentating over a photo of the gate to a slightly wobbly video of it. Even in the video it was clear to see that the structure was pulsing with magical energy. Before the feed got to show the torrent of yōkai Umiko was out the door of her apartment, a brilliant shining light masking her transformation before she leapt up to the rooftop, and from building to building towards the bay.

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She hadn't expected to be the first on the scene. There were other magical people who were stationed far closer to the bay, after all. Plus with this kind of attack, it was a given that many of them would make their way here. However, it looked like she'd lost some time on her way cleaning up the few flying monsters that had snuck by and tried making a move into the city proper. So she'd arrived a little later than she would have liked to - and after all of her neighbors, which was very annoying. Still, Umiko wasn't one to sulk for long (in public). She burst onto the scene from among the buildings lining the bay. There were a couple of magical people that hadn't yet advanced onto the ice. Umiko was quick to give her opinion out to those she saw, as was normal for the magical children that had worked alongside or adjacent to her before. That zombie delinquent rode by in a blaze, and though Umiko internally cringed at her vulgar language she did agree with the words themselves.

"Make yourself useful and help protect the civilians," she told the shadow user. With her head held high and her magical uniform, Umiko had the appearance of a general all but commanding the young man, though experience told her that he was loathe to do what he was told. Umiko glanced at the magical musician and gave her an approving nod and a smile.

Then she was off again, dashing onto the ice and thinking of her options while she moved forward following the wake of some of the others. Would her magic affect the torii? If she was able to sink it through the ice and into the bay, then what? She had to assume yōkai would still spill out of it, though hopefully the water would slow them significantly. The gate would most likely not be destroyed just by being submerged, so she would have to work on that with a few of the others. She noted that the water using... Calypso, was it? Was already on the scene.

Umiko's advance was slowed by one of her neighbors, the punk girl, melting the ice in her path. She jumped over the newly opened patch in the ice and was, again, slowed by another neighbor - this one sliding his huge ship into the area. Umiko nearly collided with it, pivoting just before she crashed to land on it's side and push off with her feet, jumping up onto the deck. The look she gave Jun was far from amused, but since he was offering...

"I'm not sure this ship will be swifter than going on foot," she greeted him with, "but we should hurry up regardless, we don't want this to go on for too long!" For multiple reasons, but the most pressing being she didn't want to suffer a tardy mark for being late to class.

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World of Light

Word Count: 1071 (+2 exp)
Level: 8 - Total EXP: 12/80
Location: Edge of the Blue - The Maw

A rescue from and retaliation against Moreau dotted the children's escape from the area. Once everyone was free and clear from the mutant it was a mad dash to the elevator, and away from the last ditch effort Moreau was raining down on them. Like the others Ace Cadet ran as fast as his legs would carry him, smashing into the elevator and squeezing himself in among the many bodies trying to fit into the small space. There were some spikes to contend with, little monster horns and some metallic limbs. He hadn't even realized he still held those clippers in his hands too, hopefully they weren't poking into anyone. Despite the tight fit and how uncomfortable it was... it seemed like they all made it. Some worse for wear, though Blazermate was making quick work of their wounds. The Cadet didn't care at all that some of the areas where the acid has splashed him the most were pulling and forming into scars. He was just glad that they were out of there. Once their healer finished her work the Cadet let go, sagging. He dropped his tool and would have slid to the floor if he wasn't tucked between two people.

His energy level was just about zero. His eyelids were even drooping, though he perked up slightly when he noticed Link raising the dartboard up to get his attention. It was in a sorry state, but it was always meant to be a makeshift piece of equipment. The redhead mustered up a weary grin. "S'fine, 'bout time for an upgrade anyway."

The Cadet spent the rest of the ride up in silence, drifting in and out. He could feel the behemoths shifting around at their feet, and the thought came to him that he'd have to thank someone for looking after BB. He was kind of surprised no one had tried to eat the little piglets yet. Or maybe they had and they just got fought off, there was a lot going on at once down there.

When the elevator door opened with a soft dinging sound, everyone piled out. Some practically fell out, collapsing on the ground. The Cadet was among them, falling to his hands and knees and crawling off to the side to rest. All that running around in the junk room, the flooded room, cutting the chains with Nadia, getting thrown and splashed with acidic bile, and no stamina increase even after being healed twice... on top of that, the hunger so bad that he was sure his stomach was trying to eat it self... the mini monster hunter was running on less than fumes. He seated himself against a wall with his head tipped back and eyes closed. He shut out the pessimistic words, glad that others were refuting her, even though the statements that were more stubborn than optimistic. They were down, but not out. Nadia herself wasn't out either, she probably knew that somewhere deep down. Of course, the food probably helped—

Wait, food? Did they say food?

Cadet cracked his eyes open again, looking over. He'd heard right, right? Indeed, Ms. Fortune and two thirds of the Koopa were starting to eat, and beyond them was a banquet behind a wall of bars. At the same time, there were people crying out not to eat, reminding them all of the warning they were given before even setting out onto the ocean. Right, the food here was bad, cursed or something... he thought to the tune of his stomach growling painfully. He struggled to push himself up and onto his feet again, but somehow managed it. He also caught BB by the tail when he spotted the baby behemoth making it's way toward the food, but in his weakened state he couldn't even keep hold of a piglet. It whined and thrashed until it slipped from the Cadet's grasp, running over to join in on eating. Sighing, the Cadet trudged forward, standing beside the holdouts and wincing whenever his stomach grumbled.

"Hey hey, they're right - we weren't supposed to eat here, it was some kinda... kinda temptation thing, right? If you eat you'll end up cursed or... uh..." he didn't really remember what was said, just that they were warned not to eat. Fatigue was even getting into his brain. His eyes were practically spirals as he stood there wobbling. There were reasonable arguments on both sides, though the one that spoke to the Cadet the most was Bella's.

'The food is probably cursed, so just don't eat a lot of it.' Okay, that might be paraphrased, but that logic was sound wasn't it? The more you eat the bigger the curse, so if you only eat a little you only get a little cursed. Yeah, that made perfect sense! His resolve was quickly crumbling, and after seeing nothing immediately happen to those that were eating the Cadet's feet began to move on their own, shuffling forward through the opening that was made.

_{"It's probably okay... just a little bit, just enough to survive... I can take a little curse..."} he mumbled to himself. Saying that last part out loud though sent a shiver down his spine and he slowed, reconsidering again. Curses were bad news, what if it made the hunger even worse after a while, or... or something worse that he couldn't imagine right now. _{"No... no I can make it through without it, I..."}

The indecision was making things worse, and the Cadet collapsed beside the table. To be cursed or not to be cursed... he laid there bemoaning the predicament until BB came back to his side, carrying something that looked and smelled like a mini meat pie in it's mouth. It dropped the food item on the Cadet's chest and then went back to the table to fetch more. It's snout was grimy with the evidence that it had already made it's own dent in the banquet. All hesitation fled the Cadet and he stuffed the meat pie into his mouth, nearly swallowing it whole.

"Oh my gog," he sighed, overtaken with relief. He had betrayed the anti-eating team, and it felt so good. He pulled himself closer to the table and sat up, sitting cross-legged and reaching blindly up to find something else to eat while some of the others went to explore. BB was amassing a small pile of assorted meat and vegetables nearby.

Fate/Profane Covenant

-- Matou Residence : day --

There was a monster in Fuyuki.

Well, there were actually many monsters in Fuyuki. Both literal inhuman beings and magi that bordered on the threshold. The city attracted them like flies to honey, and now they were all gathered. The stench of them, mortals and spirits, evil and heroic, filled the air.

This particular monster was stationed at a particular manor in a particular district of Fuyuki. If she were on the street she might have been mistaken for a homeless vagrant with her disheveled hair and clothes, were it not for the pair of horns that curled up from her skull. But, she was on the roof of the building - stretched out on her stomach with her elbows and hands propping her head up. A plain cloth mask covered her face, with the strings holding it up tied to each horn. It was hard to tell if she was awake with the covering, as she'd been there for a few hours already, unmoving. Initially, the monster had ventured up there after being told off by a particular someone within the manor. Apparently, there was something important going on inside called "cooking." Less than impressed, the monster had gone to soak in the sun of the world above.

Yes... the world that existed on the surface. This was the first time she'd ever been outside of Yomi. She had no desire to travel here in the first place, but she'd been summoned as a servant, and now she might as well make the most of it.

There were so many things that she'd learned within her first moments. Knowledge of the world granted to her so that she would be able to function top side. Complex things, like the language of modern people and what electricity was. Basic things, like what the sun was.

The air was warm. The "sun" was bright. The above-world was noisy. There were a lot of strange sights, sounds and smells. Rather than being intriguing, it was actually kind of annoying... she wasn't here to learn stuff, she was here to fight and eat. Actually the more she thought about it, the more pissed off she started to get. She was a "servant" in the Berserker class, with a "master" who was spending way too much time "cooking" and not enough feeding. Stupid man. Irritating man. She considered how long she would be able to survive in the above-world if she ate him. The thought was fleeting.

She might not have asked to be summoned here, but she'd already decided to accomplish what she could. A magic wish granting device sounded interesting. She could run, battle, and consume all kinds of top side food - and then at the end she would get that cup and... think of some kind of wish. Maybe she could use it for...?

Berserker was beginning to nod off and her head slipped, bobbing sharply. She slowly lifted it and shook it like an animal dusting off it's fur, her hair flying. She peeled herself off of the roof limb by limb, and when she was standing she began sinking through the tile until she was back inside.

What did that man say his name was? Shun...? Shin...? Like hell she was going to call some human "master," even if their fates were tied together. For now.

Berserker padded through the halls and down stairwells until she found the way back to where the Matou that had summoned her was. She threw open the door with one clawed hand, the other in a fist resting at her hip.

"Hey, Chin... Chini...?" Her dynamic entrance was softened by the name fumble, and the fact even with her horns she was much shorter than most humans. She regrouped quickly, and the smirk in her voice was easy to hear. "Ochinchin! Hurry up! If you aren't done soon I'm going without you!"

_{@Cu Chulainn}

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Umiko Satsuma

Name: Umiko Satsuma (薩摩海子)

Age: 16

Appearance: Outside of her magical girl form, Umiko is fairly average in looks - which is why she tends to dye her hair, wear nice clothing and trendy accessories, and perfects her make-up routine. She is short, slender, and has an average bust. She's always well groomed and is particularly proud of her luscious locks of hair (which are currently purple, her original hair color is black). When transformed, Umiko's hair fluffs up and turns a varying shade of colors - it's actually so long that she keeps it in a ponytail after the first transformation, and is happy it's stayed that way since. She also gains some visual traits from her Patron: a matching fluffy tail, an extra set of pointed ears, and a horn that looks like it's made of gemstone. Her battle outfit is European in style, giving off the impression of a military official.

Personality: First impressions paint Umiko as "perfect." She is kind and helpful, smart and athletic, and of course she is modest too. However, the longer one spends with her the more that impression starts to feel less than genuine. The perfect and proper class president persona is one Umiko has carefully crafted. In reality she is a normal teenage girl. She has strong emotions though she tries not to let the bad ones show through. She gets irritated and passive-aggressive. She cries when she's stressed. She hates getting flustered. She does like doting on underclassmen, and she is truthfully the kind that would go out of their way to help people, but she tends to take on more responsibility than she can handle and rather than admit she is overwhelmed, she will put on a painful smile and stubbornly trudge through. In that way, she is a bit hard-headed as well.

Background: Umiko is currently going through her 2nd year in an all-girls high school. Her family moved her to an apartment closer to the school in Tokyo's central ward of Bunkyō just before Umiko's high school debut, and though it was initially a struggle to make friends Umiko has since risen to the level of class president with hard work and by tailoring her demeanor to those around her. She's very proud of herself, and she knows her parents would be proud too if they came around at all. As of now both of her parents work extremely demanding jobs and seldom visit, although at least one of them tries to schedule a phone call once a week or so.

But that's alright! Umiko has become an expert in taking care of the home with her parents' absence. It's also taught her a lot about time management... and responsibility. That's why when her Patron reached out to her, Umiko knew the right thing to do was accept and use the power she was granted to help people. In return for spreading her Patron's influence (which she does by comparing herself to a Kirin) she received the ability to transform her body into that of a heroine. Balancing her school work, student council work, and magical work is no easy feat but Umiko certainly makes it look like it is - but perhaps it's only a matter of time before the balancing act topples over.

Magical Powers

Patron: Amalthea

She-Goat Nymph, Foster Mother of Zeus

Patron Tool: A shimmering shawl, when transformed it takes the form of Umiko's cape and shoulder guards.

Patron Weapon: A sturdy yet stylish spear.

Patron Aspect: Aegis

Aspect Magic: The power of the Aegis is the epitome of defense. Nothing can pierce the ancient hide. For Umiko, this means that she has the ability to make things extremely tough. She can harden her own skin and make her body an impenetrable barrier, and she can apply the hardening to objects and other people. Making impromptu shields with unlikely items is well within her ability. It's also possible to change the density of an object, if only to make it heavier or return it to it's normal density. Using her Aspect Magic on herself changes her battle style to be slow and forceful, but she really prefers the faster pace of her spear.

Other skills: Cooking, sewing, cleaning, passive-aggressiveness, compromising, track-and-field, calling up obscure facts.

Other Mentions: n/a for now!

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A Kirin...?

Name: Umiko Satsuma (薩摩海子)

Age: 16

Appearance: Outside of her magical girl form, Umiko is fairly average in looks - which is why she tends to dye her hair, wear nice clothing and trendy accessories, and perfects her make-up routine. She is short, slender, and has an average bust. She's always well groomed and is particularly proud of her luscious locks of hair (which are currently purple, her original hair color is black). When transformed, Umiko's hair fluffs up and turns a varying shade of colors - it's actually so long that she keeps it in a ponytail after the first transformation, and is happy it's stayed that way since. She also gains some visual traits from her Patron: a matching fluffy tail, an extra set of pointed ears, and a horn that looks like it's made of gemstone. Her battle outfit is European in style, giving off the impression of a military official.

Personality: First impressions paint Umiko as "perfect." She is kind and helpful, smart and athletic, and of course she is modest too. However, the longer one spends with her the more that impression starts to feel less than genuine. The perfect and proper class president persona is one Umiko has carefully crafted. In reality she is a normal teenage girl. She has strong emotions though she tries not to let the bad ones show through. She gets irritated and passive-aggressive. She cries when she's stressed. She hates getting flustered. She does like doting on underclassmen, and she is truthfully the kind that would go out of their way to help people, but she tends to take on more responsibility than she can handle and rather than admit she is overwhelmed, she will put on a painful smile and stubbornly trudge through. In that way, she is a bit hard-headed as well.

Background: Umiko is currently going through her 2nd year in an all-girls high school. Her family moved her to an apartment closer to the school in Tokyo's central ward of Bunkyō just before Umiko's high school debut, and though it was initially a struggle to make friends Umiko has since risen to the level of class president with hard work and by tailoring her demeanor to those around her. She's very proud of herself, and she knows her parents would be proud too if they came around at all. As of now both of her parents work extremely demanding jobs and seldom visit, although at least one of them tries to schedule a phone call once a week or so.

But that's alright! Umiko has become an expert in taking care of the home with her parents' absence. It's also taught her a lot about time management... and responsibility. That's why when her Patron reached out to her, Umiko knew the right thing to do was accept and use the power she was granted to help people. In return for spreading her Patron's influence (which she does by comparing herself to a Kirin) she received the ability to transform her body into that of a heroine. Balancing her school work, student council work, and magical work is no easy feat but Umiko certainly makes it look like it is - but perhaps it's only a matter of time before the balancing act topples over.

Magical Powers

Patron: Amalthea

She-Goat Nymph, Foster Mother of Zeus

Patron Tool: A shimmering shawl, when transformed it takes the form of Umiko's cape and shoulder guards.

Patron Weapon: A sturdy yet stylish spear.

Patron Aspect: Aegis

Aspect Magic: The power of the Aegis is the epitome of defense. Nothing can pierce the ancient hide. For Umiko, this means that she has the ability to make things extremely tough. She can harden her own skin and make her body an impenetrable barrier, and she can apply the hardening to objects and other people. Making impromptu shields with unlikely items is well within her ability. It's also possible to change the density of an object, if only to make it heavier or return it to it's normal density. Using her Aspect Magic on herself changes her battle style to be slow and forceful, but she really prefers the faster pace of her spear.

Other skills: Cooking, sewing, cleaning, passive-aggressiveness, compromising, track-and-field, calling up obscure facts.

Other Mentions: n/a for now!

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Persona - Soldiers of Fortune

Harriette Moore

^{? ? ? : ? ? hours}
People were talking. She could hear their muffled, discordant voices around her. She heard fear, anger, worry. Mostly she was hearing disbelief and panic, though. That did not bode well. Harriette was slow to rouse, unwilling to face... whatever was going on. Whatever had happened to them. She remembered a gathering at the gazebo, the realization that all of them could see those cracks in reality, and then—

After that... that couldn't have been real.

The cracks widening, completely breaking open, and the warm wind enveloping them and putting them to sleep. A falling sensation before total darkness, followed by waking with a soreness in her side where it felt like she'd landed on solid ground.

This can't really be happening... can it?

Harriette's thoughts were echoing what the others were saying aloud. Finally, she opened her eyes and sat up. The view brought cold dread seeping into her bones. It was like some horror film, twisted surreal imagery everywhere around them. Harriette dragged her gaze along the horizon, but everything looked... bad. Cursed and terrible. A mockery of the city they were just in. She looked to the building ahead of them, a large prison complex. It stood where the university would have been.

Despite everything, a quick burst of laughter bubbled out of Harriette. It was gone as quickly as it'd come. She pinched herself a couple of times, thinking it must be a dream. When she took that tumble on the staircase she must have been knocked unconscious. What else could explain this? But she didn't awaken.

Harriette stood up, dusting off her skirt. She was noting all the little details now, every little thing about whatever place they were all in. The more she considered it, the more she was convinced that this wasn't a dream, and the pit in her stomach grew all the colder.

"Mass hysteria..." she murmured in response to some of the students wondering about delusions and hallucinations. Even as she said it she shook her head though, then cleared her throat and spoke up a little louder. "...it wouldn't be like this. This is... something else."

She couldn't bring herself to say 'this is real' aloud. It felt real though. Sounded and looked real, even if her brain was fighting to find some evidence that it wasn't. Logically, it was impossible to fall through a crack in reality into a hellscape silhouette of your city. And yet.

Thinking about it that way though, that this was something actually happening to them right now that they needed to get out of, it brought some sick sense of comfort to Harriette. She could still feel that dread within her, but she could try and focus on getting them out of this situation. After all, most of the people gathered were students. Some dealing with this much worse than others. She turned to give these students her attention, gaze softening, but of course another curve ball came flying at them. Light, alarms, and men dressed in all black uniforms. It might have been a relief to see other people, but these men were faceless and aggressive. Were they even humans at all? They didn't look like the others that had been pulled in. Regardless of how they looked, Harriette raised her hands. In vain she tried reasoning with them.

"Right, we're - we're not inmates. We're lost and we need help," she said as she moved with the group, following the beings' instruction. Of course the faceless officers didn't acknowledge her words, just pressed her to keep walking. That was okay, maybe they could explain to the judge when they got there so long as they didn't stir up any trouble, like someone trying to make a break for it—

"Wait, stop!" Harriette had slowed to call out to the breakaway, a man she didn't recognize at all. He might be in danger for that move - or worse, endanger the rest of them. The guards he'd toppled were quickly getting to their feet and ushering the rest of them to keep going, a baton nudging Harriette in the back to pick up the pace. She bit her lip and ultimately complied.

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