Perhaps Calypso's soul was originally Josleyn's?
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Perhaps Calypso's soul was originally Josleyn's?
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Hard authorial 'no' on that one. A soul is not a plug-and-play component; nor is it interchangable with another one when it comes to life and health.
Nottheunmaker
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Well, the GM nixed that idea, but I will note that even though she said to just let her die and grumbled about taking care of her, Calypso was also the one to check on her at three in the morning. Now, she could've just been suspicious of her and come to take a look after doing some magic girl work, but she also used her trinket to get over to Medicine Boy quickly as she could. Given her demonstrated knowledge of how homunculi work, as that is what Josleyn has become, she has likely been expecting something like this to happen. As her reaction to seeing it was to get help as quickly as possible, It's safe to say Calypso cares more then she says.
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Makes sense that wouldn't fit in this quest. But the idea would make for one hell of a tsundere romance story...
Dem tsundere mahou-houmunculi-shoujo, just admit your true feelings and get on with life.
This well-wrought wand
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(A series of four commissions by @KreenWarrior to be posted as I finish them. Three more to go.)
The club was noisy, with bright lights flashing out of the windows and the thump of a base desire and heavy beat coming out the door. There might not have been a line, per say, but there were a pair of bouncers to control the crowd in front of the affair. Most of the guys and girls waiting to get in were patient about it, but someone always was going to get pushy. The girl walking up screamed fashion punk, from the once-long plaid skirt that steadily frayed until you could only count the top third as a complete garment, to the white shirt sans sleeve trying and failing to hide a full black corset with silver piping. The only misnomer on her was the two golden torcs on her wrists, each one a coiled snake- the right with sapphire eyes, the left with emerald.
"ID, please?" one of the bouncers asked. A wave of her left hand, though, and his eyes were glazing over.
"C'mon, Paddy, you know me." The girl said, voice sweet and dusky.
"Of course, miss." The bouncer said, nodding. "Still like an Emperor's Horchata?"
"You know it."
Inside the club, the pulse almost seemed dimmer as it mixed with the heartbeat of the patrons. A powerful piece of magery was at work here, but powerful didn't mean louder than the music. Sipping her thirty dollar drink at the bar, the girl waited calmly. Her target would be coming through any minute to pick a new victim.
It was a few minutes later, and a tap on her shoulder by the bartender, that got her to blink.
"From the owner." The bartender said, smiling. It was a tall goblet of washed milk punch, red with raspberries and bitter with cloves. "He invites you to the higher lounge."
Shrugging, the magical girl moved up to the wrought iron stairway to the next floor. There, the sound fell off, and amidst the velvet and leather a young man sat on a loveseat between two buxom girls.
"Ah, Celeste, my darling, so good to see you!" he said, flouncing his way in. "It's been months, you know!"
"Sitri." Celeste muttered. "Why are you talking?"
"Because you're not stupid enough to beard a dragon in his own den." The Grand Prince of Hell said, his mortal illusion flickering in the sapphire light that gently came from the torcs.
"True." Celeste said, smiling. "Considering how well things went last time, however, I was willing to give negotiation a shot."
"Oh?" Sitri said, form flickering.
"The delusional vampire that summoned you is dead. Now, either you can agree to go back to Hell peacefully, or I can turn your unholy artifact upstairs into ash and watch the Presidents drag you back to work."
"A hard offer…" Sitri said, before bringing his hand up, forming a magical circle to throw a ray of heat. Celeste was ready, though, and a thin green line pierced through to strike the demon in his shoulder. As corrupted ichor flowed forth, the demon screamed, the girls on the couch fell back frothing at the mouth, and the heat ray flew wide.
"I warned you." Celeste muttered, eyes flickering as the power coursed through her. Putting both hands over her head, circles of prepared runes flickered out around her, layering themselves deeper and deeper. This was not her spell, but it was still a great one. "Titans' thunder, heed my cry/ for if not, then we shall die/ 'twixt barren rock and broken plain/ our home and God ne'er seen again."
The green and blue snake eyes flashed, and above the building energy built.
"I didn't think I'd be worthy of your death, Celeste!" Sitri yelled as he started forming a thin sword out of demonic energy. "I'll enjoy playing with you down below, but it won't be for long!"
"From demon's wroth and bitter brew/ this gift we make to send to you/ all sin contained in package clad/ of hellspawn and devil's band"
Sitri paled. "oh"
Then the thunder came screaming down. Hitting the roof of the club, it struck through the demon's living quarters to destroy the binding seal, then coursed down around Celeste. Laughing, she walked up to Sitri, before blasting his head off in a ray of light.
"Now, let's get you home." She muttered to the poor girls still paralyzed by their master's banishment. Lightning that once burned soothed, and in a crackle of ozeone the maleficence was burned away.
The club was noisy, with bright lights flashing out of the windows and the thump of a base desire and heavy beat coming out the door. There might not have been a line, per say, but there were a pair of bouncers to control the crowd in front of the affair. Most of the guys and girls waiting to get in were patient about it, but someone always was going to get pushy. The girl walking up screamed fashion punk, from the once-long plaid skirt that steadily frayed until you could only count the top third as a complete garment, to the white shirt sans sleeve trying and failing to hide a full black corset with silver piping. The only misnomer on her was the two golden torcs on her wrists, each one a coiled snake- the right with sapphire eyes, the left with emerald.
"ID, please?" one of the bouncers asked. A wave of her left hand, though, and his eyes were glazing over.
"C'mon, Paddy, you know me." The girl said, voice sweet and dusky.
"Of course, miss." The bouncer said, nodding. "Still like an Emperor's Horchata?"
"You know it."
Inside the club, the pulse almost seemed dimmer as it mixed with the heartbeat of the patrons. A powerful piece of magery was at work here, but powerful didn't mean louder than the music. Sipping her thirty dollar drink at the bar, the girl waited calmly. Her target would be coming through any minute to pick a new victim.
It was a few minutes later, and a tap on her shoulder by the bartender, that got her to blink.
"From the owner." The bartender said, smiling. It was a tall goblet of washed milk punch, red with raspberries and bitter with cloves. "He invites you to the higher lounge."
Shrugging, the magical girl moved up to the wrought iron stairway to the next floor. There, the sound fell off, and amidst the velvet and leather a young man sat on a loveseat between two buxom girls.
"Ah, Celeste, my darling, so good to see you!" he said, flouncing his way in. "It's been months, you know!"
"Sitri." Celeste muttered. "Why are you talking?"
"Because you're not stupid enough to beard a dragon in his own den." The Grand Prince of Hell said, his mortal illusion flickering in the sapphire light that gently came from the torcs.
"True." Celeste said, smiling. "Considering how well things went last time, however, I was willing to give negotiation a shot."
"Oh?" Sitri said, form flickering.
"The delusional vampire that summoned you is dead. Now, either you can agree to go back to Hell peacefully, or I can turn your unholy artifact upstairs into ash and watch the Presidents drag you back to work."
"A hard offer…" Sitri said, before bringing his hand up, forming a magical circle to throw a ray of heat. Celeste was ready, though, and a thin green line pierced through to strike the demon in his shoulder. As corrupted ichor flowed forth, the demon screamed, the girls on the couch fell back frothing at the mouth, and the heat ray flew wide.
"I warned you." Celeste muttered, eyes flickering as the power coursed through her. Putting both hands over her head, circles of prepared runes flickered out around her, layering themselves deeper and deeper. This was not her spell, but it was still a great one. "Titans' thunder, heed my cry/ for if not, then we shall die/ 'twixt barren rock and broken plain/ our home and God ne'er seen again."
The green and blue snake eyes flashed, and above the building energy built.
"I didn't think I'd be worthy of your death, Celeste!" Sitri yelled as he started forming a thin sword out of demonic energy. "I'll enjoy playing with you down below, but it won't be for long!"
"From demon's wroth and bitter brew/ this gift we make to send to you/ all sin contained in package clad/ of hellspawn and devil's band"
Sitri paled. "oh"
Then the thunder came screaming down. Hitting the roof of the club, it struck through the demon's living quarters to destroy the binding seal, then coursed down around Celeste. Laughing, she walked up to Sitri, before blasting his head off in a ray of light.
"Now, let's get you home." She muttered to the poor girls still paralyzed by their master's banishment. Lightning that once burned soothed, and in a crackle of ozeone the maleficence was burned away.
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So for reference, the commission was for four pieces, each highlighting a different piece of equipment at around the same power level (settled at Tier 3), so we could get a better idea of what our stuff actually did. Pretty sure that was a Tier 3 Bomb, from the reference to a prepared spell that wasn't hers? Or maybe the bracelets were a Wand.
Edit: Yeah, on further read the torcs seem much more the star of the piece.
(My last commission was just "Something from Ouroboros's perspective").
Edit: Yeah, on further read the torcs seem much more the star of the piece.
(My last commission was just "Something from Ouroboros's perspective").
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Nottheunmaker
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I think that was actually a wand. Maybe a trinket. Bombs get used once and they're done, this is multifunctional. I say wand, mostly because it had a lot of offencive oof shoved in.
The worldbuilding continues to be brow-raising. The fact that we have vampires is fun, not shocking but rounds out the bestiary. Does Hell have its own Presidents or is it ours that are dragging people down there? How does that work with the Grand Princes?
Oh, we have Titans, too.
More importantly, what goes into an Emperor's Horchata?
Oh, we have Titans, too.
More importantly, what goes into an Emperor's Horchata?
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The title of the sidestory is "The well-wrought wand".
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That was a wand- the twin torcs on her wrists. Nominally a single Magical item can be physically seperate but a unitary item provided it was made as such. I'll probably do more with this later, since it's just a flavor bit.
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'whistles' That's some nice wand firepower.
Now we can add demons to the list of things that go bump in the night.
Hah, in your face!
Interesting that they seemed to be able to pierce illusions too.
Well, I guess our other example of a Tier 3 Wand WAS Tyrfang. 😳
Well, I guess our other example of a Tier 3 Wand WAS Tyrfang. 😳
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I'm not sure I follow what Sitri's realization at the end was.
Dressing for Success
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"Well, this is a pickle." Sona muttered. Three vitriolic Familiars were standing guard at the end of a cul-de-sac, covering all the angles. "I hate it when we get a smart Witch."
"I mean they could be garbage men?" the new girl, Pica, asked.
"First rule of a hunt, they're never just innocent bystanders. No such thing."
"I'll handle it." The other girl, Acer said. Dusting off her red and violet dress, she pulled out a combat knife from behind her back, testing the balance. "Don't hit me, please?"
"Relax; I'm not pulling the trigger until you're clear." Sona said. Nodding, Acer moved in. The Familiars turned, staring at Acer as she walked forward, an old solitaire ring on her knife-hand glittering. Hissing, the first one got ready, before letting out a piercing scream. That was the inhale. Next came the exhale, a wave of sharp acid that left smoking concrete in it's path. It struck true on Acer, burning and hissing.
"Is she nuts?" Pica asked.
"No."
The familiar laughed, right up until it noticed the girl was still walking. Two more screaming jets of acid failed to slow her approach, and then she was close enough. Reaching out, she casually grabed the shoulder of the first familiar, dragging it to the ground. Mutating under her hands, it turned more and more serpentine, until it was fully revealed as the root combination of man and snake. Then the knife came down into it's throat, and through it's spine. Acer was thourough, ripping with a too-calm precision as she butchered it and extracted the heart. Taking a bite, she smiled a bloody smile.
So horrified were the other two Familiars that they never noticed Sona and Pica casting oblivion onto them. Then came the house itself. Caught in a heated debate on how to breach and clear it, Pica and Sona didn't notice Acer's approach, heart still in hand as she ate and kicked down the door. The attached shotgun blast didn't even faze her.
"Rock salt? Really?" Acer called up. "Points for creativity, I guess?"
A hand grenade out the window was the Witch's response.
"We'll keep her from getting out." Pica yelled. "Good luck!"
The witch hadn't left her post, and moments later a bolt of ice narrowly missed Pica's head. Ducking, the junior magical girl winced.
"You idiot." Sona muttered. "Do you want to pull a Muskateer?"
"Who?"
"I'll explain after this just pay attention!"
Growling, Acer moved through the house. The kitchen was sadly clear, and the tripwire to the lighter by the leaking gas stove was too easily diffused. Then came the stairs.
"Stay back!" yelled the Witch from up top. "I'll shoot to kill!"
Acer didn't care, moving up the treads. Credit where credit was due, the greased treads didn't start until the fourth step, and it wouldn't have gotten her if there hadn't been a bowling ball thrown at her from the balcony at her back. Falling down, she groaned. Fine. Cracking her knuckles, she slammed her knife into the wall, hauling back until it caught on a stud she could haul herself up with it. Knife, stud. Knife, stud, until she finished the climb up.
The snap-crackle of a lightning bolt told Acer the Witch tried to bolt. Fat chance.
"You!" another familiar roared. "I won't let you hurt my sister!"
Turning around, Acer braced herself for the monster. A Familiar made of a stitched together child and dozens of pieces of construction equipment, it howled mournfully before powering up the drill fore-ends and pulling forth a profane sword.
"Oh. Oh dear." Acer murmured. "I'm sorry."
"DIE!" the Familiar yelled, charging. Parrying the sword, Acer was shoved into the ground by the drill trying to rip into her dress. A swing of her knife stopped that as she cut the air line, the loose pneumatic hose flying free in a havoc of cutting air. As the hose whipped around and sliced off an arm and a leg, Acer's knife flew up, right under the child's sternum to pierce it's heart. Coughing and laughing, the Familiar just tried to bite her before the blood loss killed it.
Stepping up, Acer came to the last room of the house. Inside was the Witch. Moving through the door quietly, she saw the girl, a pale memory of someone like herself. Power, corrupted, twisted and bent.
"Please. No." the Witch whispered. Acer nodded, and tucked her into the bed, smiling faintly.
Then the knife came down.
"I mean they could be garbage men?" the new girl, Pica, asked.
"First rule of a hunt, they're never just innocent bystanders. No such thing."
"I'll handle it." The other girl, Acer said. Dusting off her red and violet dress, she pulled out a combat knife from behind her back, testing the balance. "Don't hit me, please?"
"Relax; I'm not pulling the trigger until you're clear." Sona said. Nodding, Acer moved in. The Familiars turned, staring at Acer as she walked forward, an old solitaire ring on her knife-hand glittering. Hissing, the first one got ready, before letting out a piercing scream. That was the inhale. Next came the exhale, a wave of sharp acid that left smoking concrete in it's path. It struck true on Acer, burning and hissing.
"Is she nuts?" Pica asked.
"No."
The familiar laughed, right up until it noticed the girl was still walking. Two more screaming jets of acid failed to slow her approach, and then she was close enough. Reaching out, she casually grabed the shoulder of the first familiar, dragging it to the ground. Mutating under her hands, it turned more and more serpentine, until it was fully revealed as the root combination of man and snake. Then the knife came down into it's throat, and through it's spine. Acer was thourough, ripping with a too-calm precision as she butchered it and extracted the heart. Taking a bite, she smiled a bloody smile.
So horrified were the other two Familiars that they never noticed Sona and Pica casting oblivion onto them. Then came the house itself. Caught in a heated debate on how to breach and clear it, Pica and Sona didn't notice Acer's approach, heart still in hand as she ate and kicked down the door. The attached shotgun blast didn't even faze her.
"Rock salt? Really?" Acer called up. "Points for creativity, I guess?"
A hand grenade out the window was the Witch's response.
"We'll keep her from getting out." Pica yelled. "Good luck!"
The witch hadn't left her post, and moments later a bolt of ice narrowly missed Pica's head. Ducking, the junior magical girl winced.
"You idiot." Sona muttered. "Do you want to pull a Muskateer?"
"Who?"
"I'll explain after this just pay attention!"
Growling, Acer moved through the house. The kitchen was sadly clear, and the tripwire to the lighter by the leaking gas stove was too easily diffused. Then came the stairs.
"Stay back!" yelled the Witch from up top. "I'll shoot to kill!"
Acer didn't care, moving up the treads. Credit where credit was due, the greased treads didn't start until the fourth step, and it wouldn't have gotten her if there hadn't been a bowling ball thrown at her from the balcony at her back. Falling down, she groaned. Fine. Cracking her knuckles, she slammed her knife into the wall, hauling back until it caught on a stud she could haul herself up with it. Knife, stud. Knife, stud, until she finished the climb up.
The snap-crackle of a lightning bolt told Acer the Witch tried to bolt. Fat chance.
"You!" another familiar roared. "I won't let you hurt my sister!"
Turning around, Acer braced herself for the monster. A Familiar made of a stitched together child and dozens of pieces of construction equipment, it howled mournfully before powering up the drill fore-ends and pulling forth a profane sword.
"Oh. Oh dear." Acer murmured. "I'm sorry."
"DIE!" the Familiar yelled, charging. Parrying the sword, Acer was shoved into the ground by the drill trying to rip into her dress. A swing of her knife stopped that as she cut the air line, the loose pneumatic hose flying free in a havoc of cutting air. As the hose whipped around and sliced off an arm and a leg, Acer's knife flew up, right under the child's sternum to pierce it's heart. Coughing and laughing, the Familiar just tried to bite her before the blood loss killed it.
Stepping up, Acer came to the last room of the house. Inside was the Witch. Moving through the door quietly, she saw the girl, a pale memory of someone like herself. Power, corrupted, twisted and bent.
"Please. No." the Witch whispered. Acer nodded, and tucked her into the bed, smiling faintly.
Then the knife came down.
"... when a wittle babby witch is born the Magical Girls come and rip out her heart."
I'm pretty sure he thought Celeste was doing a suicide attack with the first line of the spell.
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I got that; I'm not sure why the second line would change that reading. It's late and I'm tired, maybe I'm just missing something?
This line is basically targeting: only hit devils and devilish energy: he hears this and knows that Celeste isn't going to be hurt by the lightning.
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Ah so Witches can also make homunculuses with these ones in particular being like Thin Men from Xcom. Also those last lines about the witch makes it seem like that witches and magical girls are connected somehow which was kind of obvious given that they're both magical females when men just don't seem to be in the same power league from our admittedly small sample size.
Finally note high tier costumes seem to be basically terminator armor in how at worst you just get knocked down without a scratch. Though I imagine if the cursed sword or drill had a chance to really be applied Acer wouldn't be so okay which is why she made sure they couldn't touch her.
Finally note high tier costumes seem to be basically terminator armor in how at worst you just get knocked down without a scratch. Though I imagine if the cursed sword or drill had a chance to really be applied Acer wouldn't be so okay which is why she made sure they couldn't touch her.
So the costume story answered a question I had - whether costumes would have secondary effects besides defense as they rose in Tier. Apparently not, but it appears that in this setting, when you have enough defense, you can actually Terminator your way through obstacles.
Edit: Ninjaed!
I wonder if there are costumes that are evasion oriented, or if that's more of a trinket thing.
Edit: Ninjaed!
I wonder if there are costumes that are evasion oriented, or if that's more of a trinket thing.
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She's kind crazy. And FTFY.
FTFY
...You already did that!
That's horrifying.
And this is kinda sad.
Witches make Familiars, Alchemists make Homunculi, from what we've seen. I'm unclear on the difference, and apparently a Witch can make a Homunculus into a Familiar - that's how we got Calypso.
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List of demons in the Ars Goetia - Wikipedia
Some authors make shit up as they go along. I read Wikipedia on the breaks at work so I can ignore my grumpy old coworkers. Never waste a word!
And eat it (because Arce's schtick is she eats things to gain their power) because she's hungry.
Well yes, but no. Witches make Familiars out of pre-existing materials: people, things, animals, et cetera. They then cram in the magic. Alchemists create a fake person that is theoretically magically without contamination, then they modify them. Similar end result, different methodology.