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26/6/1993
Areru hummed quietly to himself, the sound barely audible over the still-busy activity of the city below, as he dragged a stick made of beeswax and powdered silver along the rough concrete of the square rooftop he'd chosen as a secondary location for the Youma he'd captured.
Which was an awful thing to call any location, sadly, but one that was entirely accurate. The Youma were, so far as he could tell, predators that actively hunted humans by means of imitation and traps. They would also, like any actual predators, happily alter their target preferences if a suitable piece of prey was available.
The entities were inhuman, in form and function, but they did seem capable of reason and speech. Ideally, that meant that they could be reasoned with.
Completing the circle, Areru stepped back towards the edge of the roof to examine it before pursing his lips and nodding decisively.
The Magic Circle series were a decidedly flexible group of spells. Yes, they could weaken anything that was elementally aligned against them but they also universally proved hostile to possession and, with just a bit of modification and effort, they could even be turned into a binding circle capable of containing spirits, ghosts or outsiders.
Provided, of course, they were aligned in opposition to whichever circle had been drawn. Which was not always as clear-cut or simple as Areru would have liked.
Taking a glance at the Youma he'd teleported to the roof alongside himself, Areru confirmed that she was still asleep before he began working on another spell, just a bit outside the circle.
The man that he'd been hadn't believed in torture. Not of people, not of animals. Not even monsters. He'd come close to the line a few times as he desperately searched for an answer to problems where lives hung in the balance but it was a line he'd never crossed.
And it was a line that Areru refused to consider. He wanted answers, and he was working to extract them, but...
The mage hissed in quiet discomfort as his fingertips scraped across rough stone before he adjusted his grip on the stick of silver and wax, finishing the sigil that he'd been drawing. Then, with a quiet sigh, he placed the mostly-expended implement in his pocket.
Refining scrap silver into nuggets and then further into powder was a tedious process. Mixing that into softened beeswax, which didn't readily accept the material, was also a slow and tedious process.
Honestly, Areru grumbled as he charged the Zone of Truth. He could've been a fireball-flinger. No thoughts, head empty, just toss and burn. Simplicity itself. But no~o, he had to have things like 'morals' or 'utility'.
Shaking his head, the mage picked up the Youma in a bridal carry and gently deposited her in the center of the Magic Circle Against Evil before he stepped out and touched a finger against the wax and silver circle.
With everything in place?
Areru snapped his fingers and cast Esuna on the Youma, breaking the Sleep spell he'd put her under. With a jolt, the woman-shaped entity shot to a sitting position-
"Where am I?!" she demanded, her head twisting to and fro as her eyes roved wildly across the barren environs of the rooftop. "Who are- Do you have any idea what you've done?! Who I am?!"
"Setsuna Sona," Areru answered, his head nodding towards her purse, left in an untouched corner of the roof. "At least according to that expertly faked ID of yours. But you're a Youma."
"I am," the woman agreed with a sneer. One that quickly morphed to confusion, then to fear. "What-?! I didn't mean-?! What have you done?!"
The woman shot to her feet, her body shimmering briefly before the disguise faded and revealed... something that looked like a horribly mutilated doll. The flesh was gunmetal gray and the entity only had a few sparse tufts of hair atop its head. Its left arm was longer and thinner than its right and, from the center of its chest, between its breasts, what looked like a camera lens poked out.
"...You've screwed up," Areru explained as the thing lunged at him, just to run into the barrier created by the circle. A vaguely shimmering dome appeared, implacable and unmovable as the Youma's misshapen fist slammed into it. "I can't imagine your master will be particularly happy with you. Not after this."
"Lord Jadeite will come for me!" the Youma screamed, offering up an oddly specific name that Areru filed away. "He will come and you will suffer!"
"You seem very sure of that," Areru observed as he began to slowly walk around the circle's perimeter. "But who is going to save your Jadeite?"
"...The other generals," the Youma said before she froze, going very, very still before a wide, ugly smile stretched across her thin lips. "And you would be an absolute fool if you think you can stand against the might of Queen Beryl!"
So. A number of unknown generals and they all fell under some mysterious queen. Which wasn't much, honestly, but it was more than Areru had before.
"Aww, what's the matter?" Areru chose to say, to taunt his prisoner. "None of your sisters care enough to come and save you? You need a big, strong man like Jadeite to-"
"Movies are supposed to be a means of entertainment and joy!" a girl's voice cut Areru off. The teen turned towards the source of the voice and saw a silhouette, standing on top of a tall antenna and backlit by the moon. "A way for men and women and children of all ages to experience the world from the eyes of someone else! To add layers to the cakes of our shared world! In the name of the moon? I will punish you!"
...Wut?
Areru stared as, for whatever reason, the girl took her tiara off and it hovered over her hand. It turned into a golden disc as the girl began to do a slow pirouette and scream "Moon... Tiara... Action!"
She spun about, balanced precariously on the antenna, and flung her hyper-magical doom frisbee-
Areru's clothes exploded into rags around him as his body expanded, scales covered his flesh and claws ripped free of his fingers. Quick as a flash, he lunged to the side and ripped the magical frisbee out of the air by biting on to it like a particularly eager dog.
The spell tried to escape from him, tried to pull its way free, but Areru did not let it go. He turned, his head twitching as he fought to control the spell, until he was looking directly into the confused, frightened eyes of Sailor Moon.
Who clearly did not understand gun safety, in the slightest, if she was throwing around big magical attacks with people nearby!
Areru bit down, his teeth penetrating through spell and magic and metal-
And, instead of shattering?
The magical frisbee of doom exploded.
Anime Adjacent Entry: 038
Disclaimer Me Do: I own nothing you recognize. And most of what you don't recognize, I still don't own.
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26/6/1993
Areru hummed quietly to himself, the sound barely audible over the still-busy activity of the city below, as he dragged a stick made of beeswax and powdered silver along the rough concrete of the square rooftop he'd chosen as a secondary location for the Youma he'd captured.
Which was an awful thing to call any location, sadly, but one that was entirely accurate. The Youma were, so far as he could tell, predators that actively hunted humans by means of imitation and traps. They would also, like any actual predators, happily alter their target preferences if a suitable piece of prey was available.
The entities were inhuman, in form and function, but they did seem capable of reason and speech. Ideally, that meant that they could be reasoned with.
Completing the circle, Areru stepped back towards the edge of the roof to examine it before pursing his lips and nodding decisively.
The Magic Circle series were a decidedly flexible group of spells. Yes, they could weaken anything that was elementally aligned against them but they also universally proved hostile to possession and, with just a bit of modification and effort, they could even be turned into a binding circle capable of containing spirits, ghosts or outsiders.
Provided, of course, they were aligned in opposition to whichever circle had been drawn. Which was not always as clear-cut or simple as Areru would have liked.
Taking a glance at the Youma he'd teleported to the roof alongside himself, Areru confirmed that she was still asleep before he began working on another spell, just a bit outside the circle.
The man that he'd been hadn't believed in torture. Not of people, not of animals. Not even monsters. He'd come close to the line a few times as he desperately searched for an answer to problems where lives hung in the balance but it was a line he'd never crossed.
And it was a line that Areru refused to consider. He wanted answers, and he was working to extract them, but...
The mage hissed in quiet discomfort as his fingertips scraped across rough stone before he adjusted his grip on the stick of silver and wax, finishing the sigil that he'd been drawing. Then, with a quiet sigh, he placed the mostly-expended implement in his pocket.
Refining scrap silver into nuggets and then further into powder was a tedious process. Mixing that into softened beeswax, which didn't readily accept the material, was also a slow and tedious process.
Honestly, Areru grumbled as he charged the Zone of Truth. He could've been a fireball-flinger. No thoughts, head empty, just toss and burn. Simplicity itself. But no~o, he had to have things like 'morals' or 'utility'.
Shaking his head, the mage picked up the Youma in a bridal carry and gently deposited her in the center of the Magic Circle Against Evil before he stepped out and touched a finger against the wax and silver circle.
With everything in place?
Areru snapped his fingers and cast Esuna on the Youma, breaking the Sleep spell he'd put her under. With a jolt, the woman-shaped entity shot to a sitting position-
"Where am I?!" she demanded, her head twisting to and fro as her eyes roved wildly across the barren environs of the rooftop. "Who are- Do you have any idea what you've done?! Who I am?!"
"Setsuna Sona," Areru answered, his head nodding towards her purse, left in an untouched corner of the roof. "At least according to that expertly faked ID of yours. But you're a Youma."
"I am," the woman agreed with a sneer. One that quickly morphed to confusion, then to fear. "What-?! I didn't mean-?! What have you done?!"
The woman shot to her feet, her body shimmering briefly before the disguise faded and revealed... something that looked like a horribly mutilated doll. The flesh was gunmetal gray and the entity only had a few sparse tufts of hair atop its head. Its left arm was longer and thinner than its right and, from the center of its chest, between its breasts, what looked like a camera lens poked out.
"...You've screwed up," Areru explained as the thing lunged at him, just to run into the barrier created by the circle. A vaguely shimmering dome appeared, implacable and unmovable as the Youma's misshapen fist slammed into it. "I can't imagine your master will be particularly happy with you. Not after this."
"Lord Jadeite will come for me!" the Youma screamed, offering up an oddly specific name that Areru filed away. "He will come and you will suffer!"
"You seem very sure of that," Areru observed as he began to slowly walk around the circle's perimeter. "But who is going to save your Jadeite?"
"...The other generals," the Youma said before she froze, going very, very still before a wide, ugly smile stretched across her thin lips. "And you would be an absolute fool if you think you can stand against the might of Queen Beryl!"
So. A number of unknown generals and they all fell under some mysterious queen. Which wasn't much, honestly, but it was more than Areru had before.
"Aww, what's the matter?" Areru chose to say, to taunt his prisoner. "None of your sisters care enough to come and save you? You need a big, strong man like Jadeite to-"
"Movies are supposed to be a means of entertainment and joy!" a girl's voice cut Areru off. The teen turned towards the source of the voice and saw a silhouette, standing on top of a tall antenna and backlit by the moon. "A way for men and women and children of all ages to experience the world from the eyes of someone else! To add layers to the cakes of our shared world! In the name of the moon? I will punish you!"
...Wut?
Areru stared as, for whatever reason, the girl took her tiara off and it hovered over her hand. It turned into a golden disc as the girl began to do a slow pirouette and scream "Moon... Tiara... Action!"
She spun about, balanced precariously on the antenna, and flung her hyper-magical doom frisbee-
Areru's clothes exploded into rags around him as his body expanded, scales covered his flesh and claws ripped free of his fingers. Quick as a flash, he lunged to the side and ripped the magical frisbee out of the air by biting on to it like a particularly eager dog.
The spell tried to escape from him, tried to pull its way free, but Areru did not let it go. He turned, his head twitching as he fought to control the spell, until he was looking directly into the confused, frightened eyes of Sailor Moon.
Who clearly did not understand gun safety, in the slightest, if she was throwing around big magical attacks with people nearby!
Areru bit down, his teeth penetrating through spell and magic and metal-
And, instead of shattering?
The magical frisbee of doom exploded.
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KillerFish
Grumpy Owl, Bird Lawyer
Sailor Moon doesn't need to understand gun safety … she's not using a gun, after all!
What she does need is impulse control greater than a hyperactive squirrel.
What she does need is impulse control greater than a hyperactive squirrel.
A dragon is definitely the last thing they were expecting.
So, I'm guessing that in thebSailor Moon timeline, we are in the moment beforre Jadeite big announcement in the sky of Tokyo, which lead to one of the biggest batlles of the senshi, where a full airport was almost destroyed, in this world, such announcement will of course attract the attention of other parties
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Czlyydwr Llrngwl
"Sell ya a door Learn gull," Czly/Celly for short
- Location
- Where the Beef is
- Pronouns
- Any
So if you want a dragon to play fetch, you should use a highly magical crown or similar treasure? Makes sense, a dragon has their pride, after all.
- Pronouns
- you
So I'm not familiar with the DnD system that appears to be the source of some of his abilities, but wasn't there a spell he used just a few chapters prior that would help with this kind of thing? Fabricate, or something like that. He used it to bake cake instantly. Since mixing wax and silver is tedious but not inherently magical (I'd guess), wouldn't he be able to skip the process?
Yup, but Areru is sometimes having dumb moments. He will miss the obvious, then bang his head on a wall when he realises.
ProtagNeptune
[Cute is Justice] ଘ(੭ˊ꒳ˋ)੭✧
- Location
- The Local Reality (A Shitty Game)
- Pronouns
- He/She/They
Do not meddle in the affairs of dragons, for you are crunchy and good with ketchup. 🐲
MaimakteriAnn
(Verified Sleepy)
- Location
- Enormous And Round Terran Homeworld
- Pronouns
- She/Her/Dr
Phew, it'd suck not to be able to Repair that ...
Now I wish he used Devour
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- Location
- Land of Confusion
Depending on your Game Master, using Fabricate to manufacture spell components can backfire horribly, as the components retain traces of the Fabricate spell that a malicious, or just hardline, GM can state will conflict with the desired spell.
Using the given example, adding the essence to construction to a Circle against Evil might allow the bound creature to reshape or interrupt the circle, change the alignment polarity, etc. The principle is that of sympathy, which has been stated as 'like affects like'.
That said, some GM's don't give a toss and everything I just said doesn't apply to them.
Edit: You can think of it like chemistry vs. cooking. A chemist wants the most sterile, clean environment possible so they can control exactly which substances are exposed to a given reactant; whereas a cook intentionally looks to manipulate the various factors of their ingredients in a pleasing way, and while the cook will avoid rotten or spoiled ingredients, leaving parts of the reaction uncontrolled is the very point.
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The lesson here is for every inward-facing magic circle against evil, you need a complimenting, outward-facing magic circle against good outside of the area you'll be working, to prevent some dunderheaded lackwit from barging in at an inopportune moment. I mean you would think a second 'against evil' would be the better choice but surprisingly no, it's someone well-intentioned that mucks everything up, usually by accident.
Normally the thing contained is something you really need contained.
But in this case the Youma is not really in a threatening weight class, the Magic Circle was just to keep it conveniently stationary in the Zone of Truth so answers could be extracted easily.
- Location
- Argentina
Biting a magical object in your mouth is really stupid.
As in even eight year old me would have thought it was a bad idea.
So Areru is not smarter that an eight year old it seems. 😀
*sigh* Darn it, Moony!
Not only did she interrupt a very productive interrogation, not only did she start flinging dangerous magic with (to her eyes) a civilian right there, but she spoiled the advantage of surprise with a speech. Who exactly is that speech for Usagi, the Youma?
The Magical Girls Association clearly isn't sending their best, and I foresee many head-desk moments in Areru's near future as he comes to terms with this new faction.
Not only did she interrupt a very productive interrogation, not only did she start flinging dangerous magic with (to her eyes) a civilian right there, but she spoiled the advantage of surprise with a speech. Who exactly is that speech for Usagi, the Youma?
The Magical Girls Association clearly isn't sending their best, and I foresee many head-desk moments in Areru's near future as he comes to terms with this new faction.
I don't think that she thinks that magic is dangerous.
BethofDeath
Girls just wanna have pun
- Location
- Sector ZZ9 Plural Z Alpha
- Pronouns
- She/Her
Well, there goes Sailor Moon's only method of dignified combat, at this point. How is she supposed to level up now?!
(Which reminds me, I never got that far in the Super Famicom Sailor Moon RPG... but if Areru or whatever he's calling himself now still had his System, he could just buy her another, snrk, magical frisbee of doom)
(Which reminds me, I never got that far in the Super Famicom Sailor Moon RPG... but if Areru or whatever he's calling himself now still had his System, he could just buy her another, snrk, magical frisbee of doom)
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Lycanthromancer
The Arcane Fuzz
- Location
- USA
[Edit]: Oh. Semi-Jinx'd. [/Edit]
Areru: "...Damnit."
[Edit 2]:
Ryoko: "Areru, wouldn't using Fabricate to turn it into sticks of chalk containing silver powder be easier and better?"
Areru: "...Damnit."
[Edit 2]:
Which has no basis in the rules and is just the DM screwing the players over.
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Is there a reason he did it there, rather than say teleport to another city to do it or out in the wilderness away from people? An area that's not known for having Youma would be far better, as he wouldn't have to worry about reinforcements. Or in this case, idiotic children in costumes. Feel like that's a pretty massive oversight to conduct something like that out in the open in the very city those creatures are roaming around in.
Lycanthromancer
The Arcane Fuzz
- Location
- USA
Something to consider for the future.
Now to deal with both Sailor Moon-Moon...
...and the idiot Youma-Youma (assuming the latter survived the explosion).
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