So is the next one in a couple of minutes or a few hours? It's kind of late here so I was wondering if it would be worth it stay up a little longer or not for it?
Magical Dreams (Warframe/Negima)
- Thread starter an NPC
- Start date
- Crossover
Nottheunmaker
Altman be praised
- Location
- USG Ishimura
Oh they'll know. This is 2-A and something gossip worthy happened while they were near, they'll know.
Kaede and Konoka will stop that fast actually. they both saw the sheer terror Ivara felt at them being in danger and possibly dead.
A scared Post-Ninja isn't too bad. A scared Ivara lacking the Multishot Thunderbolt Dread (or Thunderbolt Cernos Prime) is not a huge problem for the enviroment. But like Nova, can be exceptionally worrying to the people nearby anyway.
Also huzzah, it is back! Even if it makes me feel worse about how eh my attempt at a warframe's character in a beginnings of a crossover is compared to these ones that are so good.
Also huzzah, it is back! Even if it makes me feel worse about how eh my attempt at a warframe's character in a beginnings of a crossover is compared to these ones that are so good.
an NPC
Section 2, Combat Cyborg
Looking at what I have now, you should probably head off: next update won't be in until the weekend.
- Location
- Leeds
Why not make this your paper?
Problem solved.
numina
white knight princess
- Location
- under my Master's basement
Psycho-social implications of
- Location
- Leeds
Close, fixed it for you.
- Pronouns
- They/Them
Good. Let the delays flow through you.
meganeshounen
*tips glasses*
- Location
- Far East Asia
Now, how would Ivara explain this to Kaede (and the others)?
She's a ninja.... witch?
She's a ninja.... witch?
A Lewd Hoodie Appears by Tiypo
Tiypo
Forever Phone Posting
I've been wanting to write this omake for a while, and the lewd hoodie approval finally motivated me to do it. It's short but I hope it's not too bad. And admittedly, this is totally the ship I'm rooting for. 
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To most students it was a normal day at Mahora Academy, to a select few it was a war. The nameless clothing shop had been on campus for over a decade and held a strange reputation; everything it sold was top quality but brandless, potentially fashionable but horribly coordinated. Only the bravest of trendy, the veteran fashion souls, dared enter. Masters of sorting through the sickening riot of colors and styles, they would emerge from the chaotic shop exalted in appearance.
But no matter their their normal purchases be one outfit or a dozen, this was the day the all convened and the revoltingly bright store. Every spring and fall, in a single day, the entire stores inventory would be sold. At a mind boggling 90% off the greatest minds of Mahora's fashion scene would come together, bartering their unique skills to one another to bring out the best in every piece of cloth. Of course, they only pretended to maintain an air of civility; the competition was fierce among those sharing a body size and type.
This was one of the few times that Hitomi Ryuujou was appreciative of her short stature, rather than just accepting, the less competition the better. She expertly weaved her way through the racks and freely looked at clothes with none the wiser to her presence, snagging the choice bits as she found them. A quick trip to the have her current armful held behind the counter and she was on to a different part of the store. But merely two rows in she discovered an issue.
"Ehehe~"
The tone of that giggle… Hitomi only knew of one person that had it. She turned the corner hoping to enlist her wonderful kohai in the quest for clothes, only to let out a strangled gurgle at the sight in front of her. Merely a few meters away, the goddess of the bow stood absorbed in front of a mirror, a baggy yellow hoodie appeared to just barely be protecting her modesty after her low height was taken into account.
She spun back around into hiding, face warm and flushed. What was Ivara thinking wearing something like that?! For a supposedly shy ninja she certainly seemed to like being watched! Carefully she peeked around the corner, heartbeat heavy, trying not to alert the person in question; telling herself she was only watching so she could catch any perverts looking at the blissfully unaware girl.
Ivara twisted this way and that, her beautifully toned legs and amazing flexibility on display to the whole shop, though no one else was watching as far as Hitomi could tell, and she felt her face heat up some more. Then Ivara lifted one leg, feet clad only in socks, and curled her foot in a peculiar way as she held out her arms in an odd pose. Any but the most naive of people would say the pose was suggestive, but after having a few seconds to connect the dots it was a different set of knowledge that forced Hitomi to turn around and escape, face beet red and nose starting to bleed. The way Ivara had shifted her foot a touch down, how she had slightly spread the fingers on her half closed fist, and the touch of glow in her eyes that became just a bit brighter when she was at her best.
The girl had been mentally framing herself with a bow; like the weapon was a greater fashion point than a hair clip or makeup. And as Hitomi made her purchases and fled the store, she couldn't help but think the same.
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To most students it was a normal day at Mahora Academy, to a select few it was a war. The nameless clothing shop had been on campus for over a decade and held a strange reputation; everything it sold was top quality but brandless, potentially fashionable but horribly coordinated. Only the bravest of trendy, the veteran fashion souls, dared enter. Masters of sorting through the sickening riot of colors and styles, they would emerge from the chaotic shop exalted in appearance.
But no matter their their normal purchases be one outfit or a dozen, this was the day the all convened and the revoltingly bright store. Every spring and fall, in a single day, the entire stores inventory would be sold. At a mind boggling 90% off the greatest minds of Mahora's fashion scene would come together, bartering their unique skills to one another to bring out the best in every piece of cloth. Of course, they only pretended to maintain an air of civility; the competition was fierce among those sharing a body size and type.
This was one of the few times that Hitomi Ryuujou was appreciative of her short stature, rather than just accepting, the less competition the better. She expertly weaved her way through the racks and freely looked at clothes with none the wiser to her presence, snagging the choice bits as she found them. A quick trip to the have her current armful held behind the counter and she was on to a different part of the store. But merely two rows in she discovered an issue.
"Ehehe~"
The tone of that giggle… Hitomi only knew of one person that had it. She turned the corner hoping to enlist her wonderful kohai in the quest for clothes, only to let out a strangled gurgle at the sight in front of her. Merely a few meters away, the goddess of the bow stood absorbed in front of a mirror, a baggy yellow hoodie appeared to just barely be protecting her modesty after her low height was taken into account.
She spun back around into hiding, face warm and flushed. What was Ivara thinking wearing something like that?! For a supposedly shy ninja she certainly seemed to like being watched! Carefully she peeked around the corner, heartbeat heavy, trying not to alert the person in question; telling herself she was only watching so she could catch any perverts looking at the blissfully unaware girl.
Ivara twisted this way and that, her beautifully toned legs and amazing flexibility on display to the whole shop, though no one else was watching as far as Hitomi could tell, and she felt her face heat up some more. Then Ivara lifted one leg, feet clad only in socks, and curled her foot in a peculiar way as she held out her arms in an odd pose. Any but the most naive of people would say the pose was suggestive, but after having a few seconds to connect the dots it was a different set of knowledge that forced Hitomi to turn around and escape, face beet red and nose starting to bleed. The way Ivara had shifted her foot a touch down, how she had slightly spread the fingers on her half closed fist, and the touch of glow in her eyes that became just a bit brighter when she was at her best.
The girl had been mentally framing herself with a bow; like the weapon was a greater fashion point than a hair clip or makeup. And as Hitomi made her purchases and fled the store, she couldn't help but think the same.
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Carrnage
Human
- Location
- New Zealand
"I'm not actually a ninja i'm a Living conduit to a realm beyond comprehension the majority of my supernatural ninja powers are an artifical limiter placed on me as attempting to wield my full powers in any conscious form usually catastrophically backfires. Also i'm not sure why my ninja-robot-host turned into clothing instead of being something i remote control while in a coma."
Geez poor Ivara-chan. On a side-note I wonder how Negi's viewing the whole thing right now with Ivara.
And don't worry QM real-life kinda takes priority over things like this I understand.
And don't worry QM real-life kinda takes priority over things like this I understand.
- Location
- USA
"Do you need an eyepatch and bandages for your arm to go with all that chuuni?"
"My eyes freaking glow when I'm angry or scared, I can make my arrows navigate mazes before hitting a bullseye and I can turn invisable at will, I actually have evidance."
Sole Purpose
Clueless
- Location
- Spread Across Several Miles
I'm not familiar with Negima. Who is Hitomi?
Tiypo
Forever Phone Posting
She's not from Negima either, she an expy from Kancolle. You'd remember her as Ryuujou-sempai who leads the archery club. Her full name is Hitomi Ryuujou, but it's only come up once. I thought it would be weird for her to refer to herself by her last name since I used 3rd person limited perspective, but I tried to make the connection by using her full name when I first set her as the scenes PoV.
Sole Purpose
Clueless
- Location
- Spread Across Several Miles
Ah, I forgot about her
I think I might need to reread the quest. Thank you
- Location
- madison
I'm surprised the headmaster went ahead with the drop them plan even though ivra was there. they have to know ivra has PTSD and she hasn't exactly been hiding that she's a soldier. Like they don't know her trauma relates specifically to seeing others hurt, but this is still way more like an actual fight than would be safe to put her though.
meganeshounen
*tips glasses*
- Location
- Far East Asia
Ivara was:
Born as a mage (Voidborn?).
Raised as ninja.
Proficient as an archer.
Oh, and was blonde, apparently?
And now is a normal-ish student.
Lots of roles so far.
Born as a mage (Voidborn?).
Raised as ninja.
Proficient as an archer.
Oh, and was blonde, apparently?
And now is a normal-ish student.
Lots of roles so far.
Carrnage
Human
- Location
- New Zealand
Tenjo werent born mages they were children on a space colony ship that had an interdimensional accident and are the only survivors.
"only survivors" aka all the adults went insane and the kids had to use their new space magic powers to kill them all. Being Tenno comes with a built in tragic backstory.
On top of any tragic backstory they might've had pre-ship too.
Carrnage
Human
- Location
- New Zealand
Then first surrogate mon was killed for trying to protect the tenno, they were raised as living weapons by the incredibly callous orokin who they turned on and killed and now they have a new surrogate mom. Except Ivara she's alone without her family because she's a failure (at least that's what she fears).