Magical Girl Monster Quest
- Thread starter Walker
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- Tags
- magical girl setting
- Location
- Pittsburgh PA
- Pronouns
- He/Him
[X] "Sounds good. I'd really like to know why some random woman in a suit tried to punch me. With fire."
[X] Calm. This was your first kill, but if this is what it takes to reach your destiny...
[X] Calm. This was your first kill, but if this is what it takes to reach your destiny...
- Location
- Philippines
[X]"Sounds good. I'd really like to know why some random woman in a suit tried to punch me. With fire."
[X] Write In
-[X] Intrigued: You've studied how to kill before. Learned the theory and the applications but you never knew that these Peasants could be so...squishy.
[X] Write In
-[X] Intrigued: You've studied how to kill before. Learned the theory and the applications but you never knew that these Peasants could be so...squishy.
will408914
(slouching towards bethlehem)
- Location
- California
[X] "Sounds good. I'd really like to know why some random woman in a suit tried to punch me. With fire."
[X] Calm. This was your first kill, but if this is what it takes to reach your destiny...
[X] Calm. This was your first kill, but if this is what it takes to reach your destiny...
ChildishChimera
A umbran summon
- Location
- New York
[X] "Sounds good. I'd really like to know why some random woman in a suit tried to punch me. With fire."
[X] Apathetic. You've killed before, and you likely will have to again.
[X] Apathetic. You've killed before, and you likely will have to again.
chocolote12
A Penguin Flailing Against The Keyboard Of Life.
[X] "Sounds good. I'd really like to know why some random woman in a suit tried to punch me. With fire."
[X] Calm. This was your first kill, but if this is what it takes to reach your destiny...
A king has to deal with his foes. Mercy is the luxury of the strong, but there's no shame in acknowledging that we haven't yet reached that level.
[X] Calm. This was your first kill, but if this is what it takes to reach your destiny...
A king has to deal with his foes. Mercy is the luxury of the strong, but there's no shame in acknowledging that we haven't yet reached that level.
- Location
- Vicksburg, MS
[X] "I'd rather not go anywhere with strangers, thank you. See you at school, Kaleido."
[X] Regretful. You've killed, but you feel their lives could have been better spent, serving you.
I think this is a distraction that doesn't serve our interests in light of our highly pressing current situation. There's a man lying dead in front of our house in multiple pieces; that's guaranteed to attract attention be it mundane or magical. We're presently carrying a sword covered by his blood. If we get back home late, we're going to run into problems with some sort of authority. The thing is, we also really want to get back home right away! We have a lot of neat stuff associated with our bosses there, and it's bad if anyone goes snooping around in it now that our cover is kind of shot to some degree. I don't believe we've made sufficient home defenses to keep any of that stuff hidden away. This is an interesting situation that I'd like to have clarified, but getting dinner here doesn't really help us in that immediate sense.
As for the emotion, definitely regret. We killed him because we had to (... though we didn't really, did we?), but we don't want to make that a habit. Servants are better than dead bodies, this is a kind of tragic loss due to our weakness. Other options about how killing is necessary for destiny and the like sound quite misguided and liable to go on the nutso path that blinded the jerk we just were fighting.
[X] Regretful. You've killed, but you feel their lives could have been better spent, serving you.
I think this is a distraction that doesn't serve our interests in light of our highly pressing current situation. There's a man lying dead in front of our house in multiple pieces; that's guaranteed to attract attention be it mundane or magical. We're presently carrying a sword covered by his blood. If we get back home late, we're going to run into problems with some sort of authority. The thing is, we also really want to get back home right away! We have a lot of neat stuff associated with our bosses there, and it's bad if anyone goes snooping around in it now that our cover is kind of shot to some degree. I don't believe we've made sufficient home defenses to keep any of that stuff hidden away. This is an interesting situation that I'd like to have clarified, but getting dinner here doesn't really help us in that immediate sense.
As for the emotion, definitely regret. We killed him because we had to (... though we didn't really, did we?), but we don't want to make that a habit. Servants are better than dead bodies, this is a kind of tragic loss due to our weakness. Other options about how killing is necessary for destiny and the like sound quite misguided and liable to go on the nutso path that blinded the jerk we just were fighting.
Random Member
Gardener of Human Happiness
- Location
- Behind You
[X] Regretful. You've killed, but you feel their lives could have been better spent, serving you.
No, no, no, we should be using our Talk-no-jutsu to convince them to serve us, not kill them!
No, no, no, we should be using our Talk-no-jutsu to convince them to serve us, not kill them!
016 - Every Word You Say
- Location
- [REDACTED]
[X] "Sounds good. I'd really like to know why some random woman in a suit tried to punch me. With fire."
[X] Calm. This was your first kill, but if this is what it takes to reach your destiny...
"Yes, that sounds good." you note blandly. "I'd really like to know why some random woman in a suit tried to punch me. In the face. With fire. Is this a thing you people normally do in Japan, or am I special? I've heard you guys are xenophobic, but attempted incineration is taking it several steps too far, don't you think?"
"Er..."
He winces. "In all fairness, she's really not our fault. She's not actually affiliated with us, exactly the opposite in fact. You could say she represents the antithesis of everything we stand for, really. This is, however, not a conversation that we should be having in public. I know a nice cafe a few blocks down..."
"Wha-"
"No cafes, please." you cut in. "I'm still traumatized from the last one. And while we're on the subject, why are you so hesitant to talk about these people in public? It's a nearly empty street, as far as I can tell."
"Would-"
"It's not nearly as empty as you think it is," he warns. "Our enemy is hardly as simple as-"
"Ah-hem." your conversation is interrupted by a striking strident tone promising only misery if you continue ignoring its speaker. Instinctively, you shy away from the fearsome wrath of that female tone. The disconcertingly irate brunette inquires in a tone of deceptive mildness "Would one of you please like to elaborate on exactly what you are talking about? Now?"
You and your equally terrified counterpart exchange glances. He gestures for you to go first. You gesture that this situation is his responsibility, and therefore his to explain. He gestures that she's clearly your friend, and so you have priority. You gesture back that it's his fault you're both in this situation in the first place, so he can suck it up and deal with it. He gestures that if he has to explain, he's not paying for the food. Also, he technically saved your life, so you owe him this favor. You gesture that he is a dick. He smugly gestures that he's not the one doing the explaining. Dick. (It's a very eloquent series of gestures.)
You step up to take your punishment like a man. "Well, I'm about as uninformed about the situation as you are, honestly. The first I knew of this situation was when I was accosted in the street. By this woman and her partner, specifically. Her significantly less competent partner attacked me, first with a sword, which I removed from his possession, and then a pair of sticks, at which point I sworded him with the sword I removed from his position. His partner took that as encouragement to attack me, at which point I decided that discretion was the better part of valor and decided to remove myself from the situation, especially as she was on fire and I am not fireproof. Or magical. To that end, I decided to find someone who was, and so resorted to trying to find you. That's the sum total of my involvement with the situation."
With that, you both turn to look at the other party in this situation. He has quite thoroughly finished tying up your problem, and has made sure to keep the rope well away from her hands. He sighs, and leads the three of you down the street, being careful to keep the one hand not busy keeping his prisoner in a fireman's carry well away from his body and clearly visible. He leads your little group to the corner of the street and then promptly hops up the nearest building, which appears to be a convenience store of some kind. Both Kaleido and Skopeo fly up to join him. You sigh, and wait patiently. Roughly thirty seconds later, a blushing Kaleido flies down, picks you up under the arms, and flies you up to the roof with the rest of them.
Expectantly, the three of you all turn to your erstwhile host. Well, you and Kaleido turn. Skopeo just sort of sits there. He looks at you. Finally, you break the silence. "Well? Exposition, now."
"Exposition? What am I, an NPC?" he mutters incredulously. "Well, there's a lot of complicated stuff about it, but I'll try to keep it simple. This chick, and probably her associate, were both members of the Kagemusha clan of Daemons. The Kagemusha clan was founded, as far as we know, during the Sengoku period, roughly 500 years ago. They ruled the area as cruel tyrants, growing ever more powerful all the way up until 1854, when they fought in the Boshin War, and lost. Badly. They spent the next century restoring their power, and then World War Two happened, and they basically had to start over again. Unfortunately, their resurgence has occurred with a speed and efficiency that can only be called alarming. However, they also made a number of enemies in their rise. One of them is the leader of our Wrecking Crew, who used to be a member of their clan before she saw through their lies and chose to join the forces of good and fight against them instead of for them. Now, she recruits those who have no purpose and no hope to fight with her for a greater cause against a greater enemy. Questions?"
"Why did we have to come onto a roof to talk about this?" you inquire immediately.
He blinks. "Well, you know how I mentioned they were Daemons? That basically means that they embody the Seven Deadly Sins so strongly that they can actually use them to do things. For example, a Wrathful Sinner, like the one you saw, could create fire, or make their own touch injurious, or a Prideful Sinner could make themselves faster, or tougher, or a Slothful Sinner could make others slower or make themselves faster by storing energy. One of their family heirlooms allows them to create some sort of detection network around the area. We don't know quite how it works, but it was probably triggered by your encounter. So we're waiting up here to see what shows up."
You frown. That...doesn't make sense. They'd seemed perfectly adequate Sinners to you. But what he's describing makes them sound incompetent, almost childish. You'd picked up the skill of simultaneously augmenting yourself in speed and strength and toughness by the time you were ten. And yes, you were a bit of a prodigy, but you knew Wrath's apprentice (that asshole) could not only create fire which was actively injurious to his opponents, and could project it along his weapons. It was why he was such a gun nut, after all. So, were they incompetent? Was this woman more skilled than she seemed and had you just gotten lucky? Was the organization just less powerful than you realized?
Kaleido takes your silence as an opportunity. "You said you fight them? The Kagemusha?" At your host's affirmation, she continues "How? Do you just beat them up? Or do you try to kill them?"
...you really hope she's not an idealist.
Apparently, your new friend agrees. "We do what we have to. Usually, we try to eliminate them nonfatally, but sometimes we have no other options. In that case, we do what we have to do. You must have some idea, considering that you yourself face monsters, so you have to know that our duty is to stop the monsters, even at the cost of our own peace. After all, miss..."
He pauses.
"We haven't done introductions yet, have we. I'm Shinku Kui, lieutenant of the Wreckers, also known as the Crimson Man. My specialty is using blood to empower myself."
He looks to Kaleido, who looks markedly irked by his sudden change of subject, and is showing it quite clearly on her face.
"And who are you, exactly?" he turns to you. "And how did you handle your other opponent?"
How do you reply?
[] I'm Victor Crowne. I'm just a normal kid who got lucky.
[] I'm Victor Crowne. I just happen to have some significant martial arts training.
[] I'm Victor Crowne, expert martial artist, and I've been training since I could walk.
[] Actually, I'd quite like you to finish answering my friend's question please. She's raised some relevant concerns, in my opinion.
[] I'm Victor Crowne, Daemon of Pride. You can't take me, trust me. (Unlocked by Pride)
[] I'm Victor Crowne, Daemon of Pride. Would you do me a favor, Mr. Shinku, and please die?
[] I'm Victor Crowne, Daemon of Pride. I'm sorry, but all of you need to die now. (Unlocked by Chronic Backstabbing Disorder)
QM: T͜͟hus̀ ̷̧í̵s wri̛tţe̢n: À̧̕cco͜͠r͏d̢͡inǵ̵ ̢t̕͠o ̸th́e͘͏ ̴p̕r̴͜o͏p͠h͘e̛c̢̨y! Lots of dialogue here. Pretty sure I got all the grammar right. This choice at the end is a pretty important one, and will have very significant consequences. Consider what story you'd like to see, and then choose the vote which most closely approximates that story.
[X] Calm. This was your first kill, but if this is what it takes to reach your destiny...
"Yes, that sounds good." you note blandly. "I'd really like to know why some random woman in a suit tried to punch me. In the face. With fire. Is this a thing you people normally do in Japan, or am I special? I've heard you guys are xenophobic, but attempted incineration is taking it several steps too far, don't you think?"
"Er..."
He winces. "In all fairness, she's really not our fault. She's not actually affiliated with us, exactly the opposite in fact. You could say she represents the antithesis of everything we stand for, really. This is, however, not a conversation that we should be having in public. I know a nice cafe a few blocks down..."
"Wha-"
"No cafes, please." you cut in. "I'm still traumatized from the last one. And while we're on the subject, why are you so hesitant to talk about these people in public? It's a nearly empty street, as far as I can tell."
"Would-"
"It's not nearly as empty as you think it is," he warns. "Our enemy is hardly as simple as-"
"Ah-hem." your conversation is interrupted by a striking strident tone promising only misery if you continue ignoring its speaker. Instinctively, you shy away from the fearsome wrath of that female tone. The disconcertingly irate brunette inquires in a tone of deceptive mildness "Would one of you please like to elaborate on exactly what you are talking about? Now?"
You and your equally terrified counterpart exchange glances. He gestures for you to go first. You gesture that this situation is his responsibility, and therefore his to explain. He gestures that she's clearly your friend, and so you have priority. You gesture back that it's his fault you're both in this situation in the first place, so he can suck it up and deal with it. He gestures that if he has to explain, he's not paying for the food. Also, he technically saved your life, so you owe him this favor. You gesture that he is a dick. He smugly gestures that he's not the one doing the explaining. Dick. (It's a very eloquent series of gestures.)
You step up to take your punishment like a man. "Well, I'm about as uninformed about the situation as you are, honestly. The first I knew of this situation was when I was accosted in the street. By this woman and her partner, specifically. Her significantly less competent partner attacked me, first with a sword, which I removed from his possession, and then a pair of sticks, at which point I sworded him with the sword I removed from his position. His partner took that as encouragement to attack me, at which point I decided that discretion was the better part of valor and decided to remove myself from the situation, especially as she was on fire and I am not fireproof. Or magical. To that end, I decided to find someone who was, and so resorted to trying to find you. That's the sum total of my involvement with the situation."
With that, you both turn to look at the other party in this situation. He has quite thoroughly finished tying up your problem, and has made sure to keep the rope well away from her hands. He sighs, and leads the three of you down the street, being careful to keep the one hand not busy keeping his prisoner in a fireman's carry well away from his body and clearly visible. He leads your little group to the corner of the street and then promptly hops up the nearest building, which appears to be a convenience store of some kind. Both Kaleido and Skopeo fly up to join him. You sigh, and wait patiently. Roughly thirty seconds later, a blushing Kaleido flies down, picks you up under the arms, and flies you up to the roof with the rest of them.
Expectantly, the three of you all turn to your erstwhile host. Well, you and Kaleido turn. Skopeo just sort of sits there. He looks at you. Finally, you break the silence. "Well? Exposition, now."
"Exposition? What am I, an NPC?" he mutters incredulously. "Well, there's a lot of complicated stuff about it, but I'll try to keep it simple. This chick, and probably her associate, were both members of the Kagemusha clan of Daemons. The Kagemusha clan was founded, as far as we know, during the Sengoku period, roughly 500 years ago. They ruled the area as cruel tyrants, growing ever more powerful all the way up until 1854, when they fought in the Boshin War, and lost. Badly. They spent the next century restoring their power, and then World War Two happened, and they basically had to start over again. Unfortunately, their resurgence has occurred with a speed and efficiency that can only be called alarming. However, they also made a number of enemies in their rise. One of them is the leader of our Wrecking Crew, who used to be a member of their clan before she saw through their lies and chose to join the forces of good and fight against them instead of for them. Now, she recruits those who have no purpose and no hope to fight with her for a greater cause against a greater enemy. Questions?"
"Why did we have to come onto a roof to talk about this?" you inquire immediately.
He blinks. "Well, you know how I mentioned they were Daemons? That basically means that they embody the Seven Deadly Sins so strongly that they can actually use them to do things. For example, a Wrathful Sinner, like the one you saw, could create fire, or make their own touch injurious, or a Prideful Sinner could make themselves faster, or tougher, or a Slothful Sinner could make others slower or make themselves faster by storing energy. One of their family heirlooms allows them to create some sort of detection network around the area. We don't know quite how it works, but it was probably triggered by your encounter. So we're waiting up here to see what shows up."
You frown. That...doesn't make sense. They'd seemed perfectly adequate Sinners to you. But what he's describing makes them sound incompetent, almost childish. You'd picked up the skill of simultaneously augmenting yourself in speed and strength and toughness by the time you were ten. And yes, you were a bit of a prodigy, but you knew Wrath's apprentice (that asshole) could not only create fire which was actively injurious to his opponents, and could project it along his weapons. It was why he was such a gun nut, after all. So, were they incompetent? Was this woman more skilled than she seemed and had you just gotten lucky? Was the organization just less powerful than you realized?
Kaleido takes your silence as an opportunity. "You said you fight them? The Kagemusha?" At your host's affirmation, she continues "How? Do you just beat them up? Or do you try to kill them?"
...you really hope she's not an idealist.
Apparently, your new friend agrees. "We do what we have to. Usually, we try to eliminate them nonfatally, but sometimes we have no other options. In that case, we do what we have to do. You must have some idea, considering that you yourself face monsters, so you have to know that our duty is to stop the monsters, even at the cost of our own peace. After all, miss..."
He pauses.
"We haven't done introductions yet, have we. I'm Shinku Kui, lieutenant of the Wreckers, also known as the Crimson Man. My specialty is using blood to empower myself."
He looks to Kaleido, who looks markedly irked by his sudden change of subject, and is showing it quite clearly on her face.
"And who are you, exactly?" he turns to you. "And how did you handle your other opponent?"
How do you reply?
[] I'm Victor Crowne. I'm just a normal kid who got lucky.
[] I'm Victor Crowne. I just happen to have some significant martial arts training.
[] I'm Victor Crowne, expert martial artist, and I've been training since I could walk.
[] Actually, I'd quite like you to finish answering my friend's question please. She's raised some relevant concerns, in my opinion.
[] I'm Victor Crowne, Daemon of Pride. You can't take me, trust me. (Unlocked by Pride)
[] I'm Victor Crowne, Daemon of Pride. Would you do me a favor, Mr. Shinku, and please die?
[] I'm Victor Crowne, Daemon of Pride. I'm sorry, but all of you need to die now. (Unlocked by Chronic Backstabbing Disorder)
QM: T͜͟hus̀ ̷̧í̵s wri̛tţe̢n: À̧̕cco͜͠r͏d̢͡inǵ̵ ̢t̕͠o ̸th́e͘͏ ̴p̕r̴͜o͏p͠h͘e̛c̢̨y! Lots of dialogue here. Pretty sure I got all the grammar right. This choice at the end is a pretty important one, and will have very significant consequences. Consider what story you'd like to see, and then choose the vote which most closely approximates that story.
LostDeviljho
Flame Dragon Princess
- Location
- The glorious Pacific Northwest
- Pronouns
- Any
possession.
[x] I'm Victor Crowne. I just happen to have some significant martial arts training.
- Location
- St. Petersburg
Unfortunately, no. One backstab at a time is a proper pace; three at once is overdoing it.
[X] Actually, I'd quite like you to finish answering my friend's question please. She's raised some relevant concerns, in my opinion.
I admit to nothing!!
LostDeviljho
Flame Dragon Princess
- Location
- The glorious Pacific Northwest
- Pronouns
- Any
[x] "I stabbed him with a sword."
-[x] "I mentioned this earlier, didn't I?"
Heaven Canceler
I would like to have a cool title.
- Location
- Austria
Huh... for a moment I thought our angry friend had appeared.
- Location
- Voidbetweenstars
[x] Actually, I'd quite like you to finish answering my friend's question please. She's raised some relevant concerns, in my opinion.