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Dawnsx
Majestic Dinosaur
Code by Nano
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Dawnsx
Nellancholy
Your grief seeds should not be the only black thing at my funeral mentions:
Idiot Doom Spiral
methoxetamine
While her attempts to knock Lora off her game was less than successful her slip and slide technique was allowing Clair her to dodge. If the fight was just between the two of them Clair was confident, she could win but such a long-drawn-out ordeal was unneeded because Ella came in with her bike blow like a wrestler using the steel chair.
Based on how Lora vanished and knocked the bike off the room it seems her wish granted her invisibility rather than teleportation. Still, Clair would take caution since most girls had a trick or two up their sleeve and since she seemed to be the only one in the group with impulse control. She could easily imagine her funeral where through some long-convoluted misunderstanding it not only would have live animals but also a witch forming. At least three of them would show up in Minecraft outfits confusing the black dress code as block.
She would haunt them so bad.
Clair didn’t bother expanding her energy to save Ella’s bike since it shouldn’t fall on any stray pedestrian and bikes were easy to fix. Instead, she used it on the more pressing concern of being pressed into paste by the redirection of the buckler Marina summoned. If one had trust they would assume Marina would summon another object to deflect it or else unsummon it but Clair had none so she summoned a cloth to deflect it just in case.
“Elena’s group has the spare grief seeds I believe so fighting us over them is unnecessary,” Clair said dryly glancing to Marina to confirm. The groups last conversation with Lora clearly went in one ear and out the other. Based on her babbling Ella wanted to avoid further fighting but like the cat she seemed to be it was hard to tell if Lora’s desperation would have her fight or flee.
“If you’re in desperate need of a grief seed and don’t feel like helping things go faster, we could delay the inevitable by divorcing the soul gem and body to sever the connection through distance like a failed marriage. It might give you some time to reassess...this.”
While Clair tried to lay out the facts and possible solutions, she also laid out the ground work to counter Lora’s invisibility. Unsummoning the cloth she used to slide Clair took control over the water puddle it had feebly tried to absorb scattering it into small droplets around the group. They might not let her see exactly what Lora could be up to but it at least she could direct the others where to aim if she got too close. That or if Lora was hiding anyone close by with her powers but it seemed more unlikely for her to have allies than Clair herself which was saying something.
If Lora wanted kicking the trio could kick her ego down a peg or two but it would be her or Marina deciding when the other shoe would drop.
Dawnsx
Nellancholy
Your grief seeds should not be the only black thing at my funeral mentions:
Idiot Doom Spiral
methoxetamine
While her attempts to knock Lora off her game was less than successful her slip and slide technique was allowing Clair her to dodge. If the fight was just between the two of them Clair was confident, she could win but such a long-drawn-out ordeal was unneeded because Ella came in with her bike blow like a wrestler using the steel chair.
Based on how Lora vanished and knocked the bike off the room it seems her wish granted her invisibility rather than teleportation. Still, Clair would take caution since most girls had a trick or two up their sleeve and since she seemed to be the only one in the group with impulse control. She could easily imagine her funeral where through some long-convoluted misunderstanding it not only would have live animals but also a witch forming. At least three of them would show up in Minecraft outfits confusing the black dress code as block.
She would haunt them so bad.
Clair didn’t bother expanding her energy to save Ella’s bike since it shouldn’t fall on any stray pedestrian and bikes were easy to fix. Instead, she used it on the more pressing concern of being pressed into paste by the redirection of the buckler Marina summoned. If one had trust they would assume Marina would summon another object to deflect it or else unsummon it but Clair had none so she summoned a cloth to deflect it just in case.
“Elena’s group has the spare grief seeds I believe so fighting us over them is unnecessary,” Clair said dryly glancing to Marina to confirm. The groups last conversation with Lora clearly went in one ear and out the other. Based on her babbling Ella wanted to avoid further fighting but like the cat she seemed to be it was hard to tell if Lora’s desperation would have her fight or flee.
“If you’re in desperate need of a grief seed and don’t feel like helping things go faster, we could delay the inevitable by divorcing the soul gem and body to sever the connection through distance like a failed marriage. It might give you some time to reassess...this.”
While Clair tried to lay out the facts and possible solutions, she also laid out the ground work to counter Lora’s invisibility. Unsummoning the cloth she used to slide Clair took control over the water puddle it had feebly tried to absorb scattering it into small droplets around the group. They might not let her see exactly what Lora could be up to but it at least she could direct the others where to aim if she got too close. That or if Lora was hiding anyone close by with her powers but it seemed more unlikely for her to have allies than Clair herself which was saying something.
If Lora wanted kicking the trio could kick her ego down a peg or two but it would be her or Marina deciding when the other shoe would drop.
Nellancholy
Two Thousand Club
Was that really why Lora was so hostile? So desperate? She was going full throttle in terms of both behavior and magical exertion all the times Ella had seen her so far. Which really amounted to twice, but it wasn't like Lora was offering her a complex, multi-faceted perspective of her just yet. Ella was something of a loner too, but she certainly didn't waste her energy on futile pursuits like fighting with other magical girls. Was she just reckless, or was she pushing herself so hard for a reason? Every wound that Lora incurred during skirmishes like this would cost more and more of her soul gem to recover. Ella too knew the hard way that an injury that would be fatal for a normal person could be endured, provided the soul gem could sustain it. But even if (and that was a big if) she managed to blow Lora's head off...how much would it leave her soul gem with? Wouldn't she just be worse off?
Those concerns had to be momentarily cast aside as Lora forced Clair on the defensive and lunged at Ella like a wolf going for the throat. Ella didn't like what she was about to do, but she could do it.
Anticipating Lora's lunge, Ella took half a step to the side and then sprung up, kneeing Lora in the chest. Straightening her kicking leg, she pushed off Lora, launching herself into the air. Leveling Excalibur at where Lora was a moment ago, she chose not to aim at her but instead fire off several shots offset from that point, blanketing the area in buckshot that hopefully wouldn't hit Lora too many times and give her a chance to back off.
"It's not too late to ease off the throttle, Lora! You're burning yourself out!"
Those concerns had to be momentarily cast aside as Lora forced Clair on the defensive and lunged at Ella like a wolf going for the throat. Ella didn't like what she was about to do, but she could do it.
Anticipating Lora's lunge, Ella took half a step to the side and then sprung up, kneeing Lora in the chest. Straightening her kicking leg, she pushed off Lora, launching herself into the air. Leveling Excalibur at where Lora was a moment ago, she chose not to aim at her but instead fire off several shots offset from that point, blanketing the area in buckshot that hopefully wouldn't hit Lora too many times and give her a chance to back off.
"It's not too late to ease off the throttle, Lora! You're burning yourself out!"
Idiot Doom Spiral
founder/junior partner of the Boom Boom Room
methoxetamine
nurofen
Dawnsx
Majestic Dinosaur
Code by Nano
Idiot Doom Spiral
founder/junior partner of the Boom Boom Room
Interactions: Witch formerly known as Lora, Kyubey, its just a corpse
Dawnsx
Watch this tosses Kyubey in harms way: Marina, Ella
Nellancholy
Would it kill anyone to have some consistency? If Clair knew Ella was going to call shotgun she would have launched an attack herself as well. The balance of hope and dream girlies was sorely lacking with the group division. Working with others was a pain she was forced to partake in often but Clair would do so every time given the alternative. It did not mean she would not complain the whole time though.
To say Clair was surprised by what came next was hard to judge. That it happened? No. That she decided to in front of them rather than conserve the last of her will to do it in front of Elena? Yes.
Hearing the all too familiar sound of a soul gem cracking Clair had already begun to gather the scattered water back together assuming the worst. Marina not only shouted to her but gave an opportunity for Clair to Kamehameha Lora’s soul gem to kingdom come but the cost of prioritizing the survival of others earlier in the fight became clear.
And Clair was going to pay it.
Only one second, no less than one second, and it was too late to stop the dark gale from sweeping over the trio. The windows of nearby buildings were not the only things to crack as Clair was knocked back along the rooftop like a bouncing ball. The dark magic surrounding them seemed to seep into her own soul gem as it darkened to heal the injuries she sustained.
It did not help she chose to prioritize landing in a less vulnerable position over reducing the damage. As the bruises and scrapes healed from her face they were replaced by anger and frustration only to be replaced yet again by a look of sheer annoyance.
“Kris Kringle,” she said like one would swear.
For Clair had been forced to roll about on the dirty ass ground.
It did not matter that they now found themselves in a labyrinth the ground was the ground.
For an experienced magical girl, it would not take long to put two and two together what had happened and for someone who had witnessed this first-hand time and time again Clair instinctively could tell you the answer was four.
Tacky as ever the looooonnnngggg gold scaled cat at the center was the magical girl formally known as Lora.
Which part was formally though?
The fact Lora was now a corpse?
The fact she was no longer a magical girl?
Yes, witch indeed.
The natural fate of magical girls whether they wished for it or not.
Whether they decided to fight or flee regrouping back together would be the wisest form of action. Regardless of its strength taking it down by herself would be hard for her given its size. Clair would definitely be recording this as the witch with a nature of annoyance in her notes since everything about it had ruffled her feathers more than the rest of her party combined.
In the single moment Clair recognized the witch for what it was the sensibility offending creature flicked its tail to continue the onslaught Lora had started. The empty labyrinth would make it easy for the witch’s attack to reach her as easy as it was for Clair to see a path to regroup with the other two.
But the witch wasn’t the only thing Clair recognized.
Only in New York could you find a rat thing inside of a witch’s labyrinth.
“I’d say this is a first,” Clair said to the never seen before in a labyrinth Kyubey as she used her telekinetic powers on Lora’ corpse to bring it to her. She knew the trick passed from one senior magical girl to another that exiting the labyrinth with the corpse would make handling everything that followed easier.
Plus, if she was putting in the effort she might as well use it to block the witch’s attack.
“New city new you? It’s not like I can make a wish so who are you taking such a risk to observe?”
Clair asked rhetorically tossing Kyubey with her magic to block a scale. Probably the most useful he would be in a labyrinth after all.
Dawnsx
Watch this tosses Kyubey in harms way: Marina, Ella
Nellancholy
Would it kill anyone to have some consistency? If Clair knew Ella was going to call shotgun she would have launched an attack herself as well. The balance of hope and dream girlies was sorely lacking with the group division. Working with others was a pain she was forced to partake in often but Clair would do so every time given the alternative. It did not mean she would not complain the whole time though.
To say Clair was surprised by what came next was hard to judge. That it happened? No. That she decided to in front of them rather than conserve the last of her will to do it in front of Elena? Yes.
Hearing the all too familiar sound of a soul gem cracking Clair had already begun to gather the scattered water back together assuming the worst. Marina not only shouted to her but gave an opportunity for Clair to Kamehameha Lora’s soul gem to kingdom come but the cost of prioritizing the survival of others earlier in the fight became clear.
And Clair was going to pay it.
Only one second, no less than one second, and it was too late to stop the dark gale from sweeping over the trio. The windows of nearby buildings were not the only things to crack as Clair was knocked back along the rooftop like a bouncing ball. The dark magic surrounding them seemed to seep into her own soul gem as it darkened to heal the injuries she sustained.
It did not help she chose to prioritize landing in a less vulnerable position over reducing the damage. As the bruises and scrapes healed from her face they were replaced by anger and frustration only to be replaced yet again by a look of sheer annoyance.
“Kris Kringle,” she said like one would swear.
For Clair had been forced to roll about on the dirty ass ground.
It did not matter that they now found themselves in a labyrinth the ground was the ground.
For an experienced magical girl, it would not take long to put two and two together what had happened and for someone who had witnessed this first-hand time and time again Clair instinctively could tell you the answer was four.
Tacky as ever the looooonnnngggg gold scaled cat at the center was the magical girl formally known as Lora.
Which part was formally though?
The fact Lora was now a corpse?
The fact she was no longer a magical girl?
Yes, witch indeed.
The natural fate of magical girls whether they wished for it or not.
Whether they decided to fight or flee regrouping back together would be the wisest form of action. Regardless of its strength taking it down by herself would be hard for her given its size. Clair would definitely be recording this as the witch with a nature of annoyance in her notes since everything about it had ruffled her feathers more than the rest of her party combined.
In the single moment Clair recognized the witch for what it was the sensibility offending creature flicked its tail to continue the onslaught Lora had started. The empty labyrinth would make it easy for the witch’s attack to reach her as easy as it was for Clair to see a path to regroup with the other two.
But the witch wasn’t the only thing Clair recognized.
Only in New York could you find a rat thing inside of a witch’s labyrinth.
“I’d say this is a first,” Clair said to the never seen before in a labyrinth Kyubey as she used her telekinetic powers on Lora’ corpse to bring it to her. She knew the trick passed from one senior magical girl to another that exiting the labyrinth with the corpse would make handling everything that followed easier.
Plus, if she was putting in the effort she might as well use it to block the witch’s attack.
“New city new you? It’s not like I can make a wish so who are you taking such a risk to observe?”
Clair asked rhetorically tossing Kyubey with her magic to block a scale. Probably the most useful he would be in a labyrinth after all.
Nellancholy
Two Thousand Club
"No..."
A burst of wind sent the assembled magical girls flying, leading to the generation of a labyrinth right next to the one that the other group of magical girls were already attempting to address. Ella had witnessed the generation of a labyrinth before, she certainly wasn't new to this. But it was the first time she had been in the epicenter of it. But even as the deafening shockwave flung her like a ragdoll and utterly devastated the surroundings, it wasn't the physical impact that hurt her. It wasn't hitting the ground that sapped her strength. It was the fact that Lora was so close, so desperate, so in need...and Ella had failed to help her.
And now her soul gem was ruptured, depleted, her body little more than a grotesque image of what once was.
And a brand new witch- or rather, a resurgent witch was now here.
Because that was clearly the most plausible sequence of events, right? Lora was carrying one or more grief seeds that had already been used before, instead of feeding them to Kyubey. Trying to get every last bit of use out of them. And one of them must have ruptured or something. Turned back into the witch it once was...and now it fell to them to deal with it.
There was a certain realization, a sudden insight prowling at the edge of Ella's consciousness, like an immeasurably large, predatory fish threatening to breach the surface of the water. If one and two made three, Ella's mind was firmly resisting the possibility of putting one and two together. No, it would be unbearable to know the truth. And even as it was, a few dark wisps had formed in her soul gem, like so much pond scum.
And at this juncture, she could continue thinking about unthinkable truths, or she could take action.
Ella stood up straight for a second and then threw herself into a cartwheel, handspringing into the air. As she came back down, Knight formed beneath her, and she seamlessly landed on its seat with a heavy thud which the suspension absorbed without complaint. She revved the engine once, twice, then peeled out, heading towards the rooftop Clair was on. As she rode up the side of the mangled building, a wave of glimmering projectiles flew in her general direction, threatening to lacerate the magical girls like a blender.
The Knight remained perfectly straight, continuing at full speed as Ella willed it even as she took one hand off the handlebars, Excalibur appearing in her hand again. With two shots, she blasted two large holes in the hail of scales, each pellet punching several projectiles out of the air like so many clay pigeons. As she flipped onto the roof, she pulled on the brake with her other hand, skidding to an almost-stop next to Clair.
"Hurry, get on!"
With Clair's assent, she would let her get on, and focus on escaping the labyrinth at top speed instead of staying to fight, at least for the moment.
galvanismgal
A burst of wind sent the assembled magical girls flying, leading to the generation of a labyrinth right next to the one that the other group of magical girls were already attempting to address. Ella had witnessed the generation of a labyrinth before, she certainly wasn't new to this. But it was the first time she had been in the epicenter of it. But even as the deafening shockwave flung her like a ragdoll and utterly devastated the surroundings, it wasn't the physical impact that hurt her. It wasn't hitting the ground that sapped her strength. It was the fact that Lora was so close, so desperate, so in need...and Ella had failed to help her.
And now her soul gem was ruptured, depleted, her body little more than a grotesque image of what once was.
And a brand new witch- or rather, a resurgent witch was now here.
Because that was clearly the most plausible sequence of events, right? Lora was carrying one or more grief seeds that had already been used before, instead of feeding them to Kyubey. Trying to get every last bit of use out of them. And one of them must have ruptured or something. Turned back into the witch it once was...and now it fell to them to deal with it.
There was a certain realization, a sudden insight prowling at the edge of Ella's consciousness, like an immeasurably large, predatory fish threatening to breach the surface of the water. If one and two made three, Ella's mind was firmly resisting the possibility of putting one and two together. No, it would be unbearable to know the truth. And even as it was, a few dark wisps had formed in her soul gem, like so much pond scum.
And at this juncture, she could continue thinking about unthinkable truths, or she could take action.
Ella stood up straight for a second and then threw herself into a cartwheel, handspringing into the air. As she came back down, Knight formed beneath her, and she seamlessly landed on its seat with a heavy thud which the suspension absorbed without complaint. She revved the engine once, twice, then peeled out, heading towards the rooftop Clair was on. As she rode up the side of the mangled building, a wave of glimmering projectiles flew in her general direction, threatening to lacerate the magical girls like a blender.
The Knight remained perfectly straight, continuing at full speed as Ella willed it even as she took one hand off the handlebars, Excalibur appearing in her hand again. With two shots, she blasted two large holes in the hail of scales, each pellet punching several projectiles out of the air like so many clay pigeons. As she flipped onto the roof, she pulled on the brake with her other hand, skidding to an almost-stop next to Clair.
"Hurry, get on!"
With Clair's assent, she would let her get on, and focus on escaping the labyrinth at top speed instead of staying to fight, at least for the moment.
galvanismgal
