Magical Girl Phantom Ascension
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SpoopyGhost
Undead Demi Kuudere Tsundere
- Location
- Your Haunted Attic
- Pronouns
- She/Her
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Well, I just finished up readng this. This is getting a thread watch from me, and it seems pretty interesting.
- Location
- Head in the clouds
Reminder for everyone for when the team meets back up eventually.
Red is now on the team and the number one suspect?
Goes to our school and likely is aware enough to know that our MC is supposedly dead.
Red is now on the team and the number one suspect?
Goes to our school and likely is aware enough to know that our MC is supposedly dead.
*sighs* I am kind of bad at riddles and worse at poems... none of my assessment comes with confidence.
I am getting inconsistent and contradictory powers, both in form and magnitude, but probably with an extremely high maximum. Probably a driving force to push others to actions. Thinking on it, I am getting very strong valkyrie vibes. My limited understanding has them as warriors who tend to be mostly interested in the aftermath of the fight, rather than the fight itself, and associated with an afterlife of battle and conflict which is largely static. Very contrasting forces while being vague on their actual capabilities, but associated with some scary stuff and having a role in helping other warriors get to where they are meant to be for the muse angle. Also terrifying, because they are terrifying, and also because seeing one may mean that you have just won a spot in Valhalla. Which would be all the more awkward for us given that we are trying to earn a spot after the usual time-limit.
I am getting inconsistent and contradictory powers, both in form and magnitude, but probably with an extremely high maximum. Probably a driving force to push others to actions. Thinking on it, I am getting very strong valkyrie vibes. My limited understanding has them as warriors who tend to be mostly interested in the aftermath of the fight, rather than the fight itself, and associated with an afterlife of battle and conflict which is largely static. Very contrasting forces while being vague on their actual capabilities, but associated with some scary stuff and having a role in helping other warriors get to where they are meant to be for the muse angle. Also terrifying, because they are terrifying, and also because seeing one may mean that you have just won a spot in Valhalla. Which would be all the more awkward for us given that we are trying to earn a spot after the usual time-limit.
- Location
- Head in the clouds
Oh small thing. Given who our character is, and especially our choice of helping Death with an apparent serial killer we're cleaning up ghosts from in hindsight this stanza has become extremely fitting.
The first couplet is perfect for a ghost. And a somewhat lonely, reserved person. A dark,cold and lonely night is actually a really good metaphor for death or, someone walking their path alone. And we were the first one of the team to sign on with the possible exception of the yellow ring.
The second line is self explanatory - it is also an ideal to look up to and try to attain.
And the last...
Justice is a word that has a lot of meanings. It can mean a judge. But it's two meanings in particular that fit extremely well here.
The first is the obvious meaning of justice most often use. To bring someone to a court of law/consequence to be judged fairly. You can see the obvious comparisons to finally catch any one of our big bad of the plot.
The second is an ideal. "The treatment if people that fair and morally right." Like persay rescuing the ghosts of the serial killer's victims or helping the guy who'd been turned into a monster.
The stanza is just extremely well done.
ColdGoldLazarus
Contrary Quester, Spreadsheet Queen, Pink Flamingo
- Location
- Challenger Deep
- Pronouns
- She/Her
(Plus the stuff we're helping Death with)
Speaking of big bads, anyone got any guesses as to how these relate to the various scenarios? I mean, some are pretty obvious, (the dragon) but others seem less so to me, at least at first glance.
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- Location
- Head in the clouds
Might as well finally post this -
So let's get the obvious one out of the way here.
The dragon side of this one is obvious.
Now the digging part and cult make me think that the other side of it is this one:
Robes, quarry with dark holes and followers? Sounds a lot like the digging crew for a dragon apocalypse to me! Note this is one of our two 2 point problems. Yes the Dragon is a comparatively medium difficulty problem. (And makes me worried about how bad the Corrupted Monsters the other 2 point problem will get.)
Continuing on
Alright these two seem to be unconnected - but that gilded door and juicebox directly correlate to the nurse or "nurse" that shooed us away from our one lead.
- Fancy gold-embossed is one way to describe gilded.
This is our one point problem. We actually have a good lead on this one because of the bookstore investigation. The Doppleganger and his companion mentioned a mistress/boss.
Making the above the best match.
And this is our three pointer problem. A goes to B quite obviously.
This is the one I'm not sure where it goes. It might be our serial killer, or some misguided fool that is doing something that will be kicking off one of the other plots somehow. We'll just have to be on the lookout for that political speech as it looks like that will be the major hint as to what that "just" cause is.
Alright this one is much more speculation than all the others. But I think this is the yellow Ring bearer - one female. Given the whole magical girl thing that is important. Plus she is the only one of the group that appears to be travelling, and the one thing we know about the Mysterious Juggernaut is that its the problem that is starting outside the city.
Also there is what I'm calling the Emperor Plot.
We don't get information as to what was stolen but I have some ideas.
Sections of a shattered throne and one of the crystal spokes of a crown? Sounds like a collect them all thing.
Especially as I think we are going to be having an epic train crash of various plots. Either someone is not feeding Nel all the information or Nel is not telling us everything.
Because the yellow ring being missing and the ring "Finding its way back" when we have a mysterious juggernaut on the hunt reacting to ring activations- not a good sign is almost an understatement.
Throw in that the doors that the "nurse" is using looks very similar to what Nel uses, similarly can see ghosts and is ambiguous in gender...
Also that things are ramping up - Portal dimensions sound a lot like what we know what the Emperor and Nel's civilization could and have done. Which would make three things having elements tied together.
Which is only half of our conflict threads if you include our work with Death. Otherwise it's 3/5ths of our known conflict threads. And I'd not be surprised at all if the cultists received a shove or help because its likely not an accident that the city with something being looked for for years, is going to be dealing with dragon cultists at the same time everything else is happening.
Also that Death does not remember what happened with the Emperor makes me think that at the very least the seven spoked crown is coming back in a bad way. No need to hide information from the audience if it won't be important.
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- They/Them/Their
The seven spoked crown, for what it's worth, reminds me of the Beast Of Revelations from Fate. It wears 10 crowns to symbolize the sins of humanity, with seven heads. Don't ask how the numbers on that work.
So not a close connection, but the fact that we also know the felling of the Emperor was a major event noted in human history, it would not surprise me if it was described in human literature in some way.
SRLYWHYTHO
Tzeentchian Pragmatist, Deutaragonist of my Story
- Location
- A very cold place.
I can't but wonder how different Kikuko could have been if she was selectable by a different ring.
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SpoopyGhost
Undead Demi Kuudere Tsundere
- Location
- Your Haunted Attic
- Pronouns
- She/Her
So... Take a guess what happened. One day I'll learn not to tempt fate like this.
Anyway, I have four pieces of news for everyone:
THE GOOD NEWS: I finally have the next update written, (and then half-deleted and rewritten) despite everything conspiring against it. It's still not one I'm completely satisfied with, but I'm going to post it as-is soon, before I can second-guess myself again and push this back another two or three weeks.
THE BAD NEWS: My original goal of an update per week was clearly too optimistic. So now, I'll be aiming for one every two weeks, unless it's a shorter one; still better than my current average, but hopefully more achievable. My apologies if I disappointed anyone with this most recent failure to meet the deadline.
THE MINOR NEWS: If you'll recall, a while back I mentioned the possibility of a prequel spin-off story written by my current Beta, and as of now that has begun! I'll leave it to her to disclose more about it if she wishes, but I will say that our original plans for it have been altered somewhat. Due to being a preplanned prose-based story rather than a quest, and the chapters will likely be too long to just post as omakes in here, it will be getting its own dedicated thread when the time comes.
THE MAJOR NEWS: I am looking for a new Beta. While I'm thankful to @ColdGoldLazarus for getting me this far, it's clear to both of us that the current system isn't working. I've become far too sporadic as it is, and that's been compounded on several occasions by her own inability to get back to me in a timely manner. It was a mutual decision, and there's no bad blood at play, but we both felt it best that I find someone else to help me since my infrequent periods of availability don't usually match up with hers. Plus, the hope is that with someone more reliable it may push me to put more effort into writing consistently myself. (Similarly, this move should allow her to dedicate a bit more time to her own projects, the aforementioned spinoff being one of them.)
So, if anyone here is interested in filling that role, please send me a message. Ideally, someone who can be reasonably reliable, (I'm not expecting instant responses, mind you, just something within three or four days of me sending it) and offer help with prose (ensuring it's not boring more than anything, I tend to write too straightforwardly) and continuity issues. I may also occasionally ask for feedback on characterization and presentation of the narrative, but that's more of a secondary thing. And as a final note, I may spoil some aspects of upcoming events when asking for advice, (and would like for these things to remain under wraps) but for the most part I will be keeping cards close to my chest, so hopefully taking up this role wouldn't prevent you from being able to enjoy the quest directly, same as before.
Sorry if this all feels a bit stiff and pretentious for what's ultimately just me asking for some help with my silly online magical girl story, but I really do want to be able to get this back in motion instead of spluttering along like it has been. So if anyone is at all interested, please send me a PM. Thank you!
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3H - Poison-Laced Salve
SpoopyGhost
Undead Demi Kuudere Tsundere
- Location
- Your Haunted Attic
- Pronouns
- She/Her
What you can't do, you decide, is go into the next… fight, or mission, or whatever, with no clue how to control your powers. You've only been in two fights so far, with that old man's monster form in the city, and the corrupted spirit (Death had called it a Wraith, right?) in the school, and neither had gone particularly well. You'd succeeded, at least, but more through luck than anything else. Even setting aside your planned roadtrip tonight, you have a feeling there are more such encounters in your future, and you'll need to be better prepared. So instead of looking at this break as time to fill, maybe this is an opportunity to get some more practice in.
However, another problem quickly presents itself - where to go? Thinking back to the newsreel Nel showed you, you quickly decide against returning to the old bridge - Even if the strange ice patch you created has probably mostly melted away by now, you have little trouble imagining the oddity has attracted some attention, and more displays of your power there would cause more trouble than you need right now. And besides, you'd walked quite a ways to get there last night; going all that way all over again would take up the better part of this break time. What you really need is someplace closer to this neighborhood, yet still much more secluded… The solution presents itself when you turn around, looking back the way you came. The elevated train platform is still there, just a couple of blocks away, but beyond it looms the tall hills, or small mountains, that mark the northern edge of Hitotsutani.
You've been up there before, you muse to yourself as you start walking. Even aside from infrequent visits to your mom at the observatory, there have been a handful of overnight camping trips up in that area, on the rare occasions your father had an actual chance to take time off of work. Of course, there hadn't been as many of those opportunities in recent years, with a few promotions giving him thrice as much responsibility and much more overtime hours, but… he'd still done his best to make time for both you and Kichirou.
Somehow, you suddenly realize, talking with your brother has only made you feel even more lonely.
You cross a small bridge over a tributary stream at the edge of town, and the neighborhood houses and blue sky are quite abruptly replaced by foliage-covered slopes and a yellow-green canopy. The leaves are clearly beginning to turn, as sure a sign as any that autumn is on its way, and the thought is oddly comforting. Winter will be coming soon after, and you can't wait to once again enjoy the beauty of the falling snow. Even in your current state, maybe you'll at least be able to enjoy that…
You frown again, stopping for a moment to stare down at your shoes. The future… Biting your lip, you force yourself to keep walking, idly searching the sides of the road for signs of a trail, but now your thoughts are once again consumed by a new worry. How long… how long will things be like this? It's already been a couple of days since your awakening into the afterlife, but only now is it starting to sink in that this won't be temporary. The strange new state of things is your new normal, no matter how abnormal it still feels. A sickly feeling rises in your throat, and your phantom heart seems to beat faster, but you push away the sensations and keep marching stiffly, forcing a sort of tunnel vision to block out your sudden worries.
Finally, finally you spot a narrow bike path running for a stretch along the side of the pavement before veering back away into the forest, and quickly make a beeline for it. While the hillsides are fairly steep, this path seems to run through a narrow gulley level with the road, leading away before turning again to vanish among the trees. Perfect. Crossing the narrow strip of grass between road and trail, you head into the forest without hesitation.
It takes another ten minutes or so of walking, but finally you find what you're looking for. The bike path cuts through one end of an oddly-shaped clearing, which slopes downward before abruptly rising again on the far end; in the middle is a large rocky outcropping that should hopefully shield you from being spotted by anyone passing through on the trail. Steeling yourself, you step off the pavement altogether and make your way down into the increasingly tall grass and untamed weeds.
Having achieved your first goal, however, you quickly find the dark thoughts from before making a return. The moment you're hidden behind the boulders, you half-collapse down on yourself, back resting against the rock and knees tucked beneath your chin. You want to cry so, so badly, but the tears refuse to fall. Instead you just sit there, hugging yourself and trembling with unreleased sobs, as the reality of your situation once again crashes cataclysmically down upon your shoulders.
It feels like for every step forward you take, there's some equivalent drawback; every salve on your wounds laced with a bit of poison. In theory, you should be happy with how things are going right now; you've talked to your brother again, you're figuring out your new powers, and you're finally getting a grasp on the responsibilities entrusted to you by both Death and Nelchael. And yet.
And yet, it's sinking in how isolated you've become, the experiences you can no longer share with your family. You even feel isolated from yourself, more focused on practicing for a possible fight than on practicing your art. Your new responsibilities have come with so many new ideas to wrap your head around, earth-shattering revelations of the past and what's been under everyone's noses all along. Even if you've mostly adjusted, it still feels crazy and overwhelming if you pause to really think about it, and you have no idea how to even begin to fix things. All of this, because of a stupid, senseless death that came out of nowhere. And above all else...
Bitter feelings churn within you, and a single thought keeps repeating in your head. This is my life now. You don't feel real anymore, you don't feel like Yukimura Kikuko. Even if you win, fix everything, solve all the mysteries, and save the day... it's almost incidental. You'll still be dead; you don't really have a future anymore.
Perhaps it's ironic, or hypocritical, given the leeriness with which you'd regarded the adulthood bearing down upon you more and more with each passing semester; but now that it's out of your reach, you suddenly find yourself coveting it. Living a normal life, having an apartment and job of your own, maybe even applying your hobbies in some way on the side… The anxiety remains with you, yet those things sound far more appealing now than they did before. Though admittedly, the idea of settling down with someone and starting a family still fails to inspire anything but faint discomfort in you. At least one thing's still consistent...
You bury your face in your knees as another thought hits you - not only has your future been voided, and your past stuck in the past, but your present may not even be consistent for much longer, either. You miss the security of not having to climb through a tiny window every night to come home, but at least it's still an option; once the cold season comes, though, there's no way your parents will be leaving it open. You can't keep sneaking into the laundry alcove forever, but you honestly can't think of any alternative options. The last thing you want to do is let go of the mere scraps left of your life, no matter how much they remind you of being cut off from the real thing.
Even laced with poison, the metaphorical salve is still better than nothing at all.
Time passes, and your circling thoughts slowly wind down. You find no enlightenment or answers to your problems this time; you're just eventually left too tired to even dwell. When you stand up again, brushing yourself off pointlessly, it's not so much from pragmatism as boredom. You need something better to do with your time, and you came here to do something else to begin with, didn't you? Best to get on that, especially given how much time was already burned just feeling sorry for yourself. With the sun shining down but now at a noticeable angle, you estimate you still have little over an hour or so before you'll be called upon; enough time to work on at least one thing, but probably not multiple.
The first thing you think of are the ghostly traits you still can't control, but just as quickly dismiss that notion. Death's advice was needlessly cryptic, and you're not in the mood to practice becoming even more nonexistent than usual right now. No, it's your actual power as a magical girl that you want to explore today. Thinking back, a few moments quickly stick out to you - The aurora ribbons you'd used against the beastly monster, the strange glyph that had temporarily stunned the dark spirit, and the ice you'd discovered at the bridge - all seem like they're worth getting more familiar with. Question being, which one to start with?
What to practice?
> The Auroras (They're the most straightforward, but perhaps if you're more consistent with the basics, the rest will come easier later)
> The Symbols (You're still not entirely sure what you'd done that night, but if you can figure it out, your options may expand dramatically)
> The Snow (Power over ice seems useful to get a better grasp of, not too simple but not too complex… hopefully, anyway.)
However, another problem quickly presents itself - where to go? Thinking back to the newsreel Nel showed you, you quickly decide against returning to the old bridge - Even if the strange ice patch you created has probably mostly melted away by now, you have little trouble imagining the oddity has attracted some attention, and more displays of your power there would cause more trouble than you need right now. And besides, you'd walked quite a ways to get there last night; going all that way all over again would take up the better part of this break time. What you really need is someplace closer to this neighborhood, yet still much more secluded… The solution presents itself when you turn around, looking back the way you came. The elevated train platform is still there, just a couple of blocks away, but beyond it looms the tall hills, or small mountains, that mark the northern edge of Hitotsutani.
You've been up there before, you muse to yourself as you start walking. Even aside from infrequent visits to your mom at the observatory, there have been a handful of overnight camping trips up in that area, on the rare occasions your father had an actual chance to take time off of work. Of course, there hadn't been as many of those opportunities in recent years, with a few promotions giving him thrice as much responsibility and much more overtime hours, but… he'd still done his best to make time for both you and Kichirou.
Somehow, you suddenly realize, talking with your brother has only made you feel even more lonely.
~~~ .oO◯Oo. ~~~
You cross a small bridge over a tributary stream at the edge of town, and the neighborhood houses and blue sky are quite abruptly replaced by foliage-covered slopes and a yellow-green canopy. The leaves are clearly beginning to turn, as sure a sign as any that autumn is on its way, and the thought is oddly comforting. Winter will be coming soon after, and you can't wait to once again enjoy the beauty of the falling snow. Even in your current state, maybe you'll at least be able to enjoy that…
You frown again, stopping for a moment to stare down at your shoes. The future… Biting your lip, you force yourself to keep walking, idly searching the sides of the road for signs of a trail, but now your thoughts are once again consumed by a new worry. How long… how long will things be like this? It's already been a couple of days since your awakening into the afterlife, but only now is it starting to sink in that this won't be temporary. The strange new state of things is your new normal, no matter how abnormal it still feels. A sickly feeling rises in your throat, and your phantom heart seems to beat faster, but you push away the sensations and keep marching stiffly, forcing a sort of tunnel vision to block out your sudden worries.
Finally, finally you spot a narrow bike path running for a stretch along the side of the pavement before veering back away into the forest, and quickly make a beeline for it. While the hillsides are fairly steep, this path seems to run through a narrow gulley level with the road, leading away before turning again to vanish among the trees. Perfect. Crossing the narrow strip of grass between road and trail, you head into the forest without hesitation.
It takes another ten minutes or so of walking, but finally you find what you're looking for. The bike path cuts through one end of an oddly-shaped clearing, which slopes downward before abruptly rising again on the far end; in the middle is a large rocky outcropping that should hopefully shield you from being spotted by anyone passing through on the trail. Steeling yourself, you step off the pavement altogether and make your way down into the increasingly tall grass and untamed weeds.
Having achieved your first goal, however, you quickly find the dark thoughts from before making a return. The moment you're hidden behind the boulders, you half-collapse down on yourself, back resting against the rock and knees tucked beneath your chin. You want to cry so, so badly, but the tears refuse to fall. Instead you just sit there, hugging yourself and trembling with unreleased sobs, as the reality of your situation once again crashes cataclysmically down upon your shoulders.
It feels like for every step forward you take, there's some equivalent drawback; every salve on your wounds laced with a bit of poison. In theory, you should be happy with how things are going right now; you've talked to your brother again, you're figuring out your new powers, and you're finally getting a grasp on the responsibilities entrusted to you by both Death and Nelchael. And yet.
And yet, it's sinking in how isolated you've become, the experiences you can no longer share with your family. You even feel isolated from yourself, more focused on practicing for a possible fight than on practicing your art. Your new responsibilities have come with so many new ideas to wrap your head around, earth-shattering revelations of the past and what's been under everyone's noses all along. Even if you've mostly adjusted, it still feels crazy and overwhelming if you pause to really think about it, and you have no idea how to even begin to fix things. All of this, because of a stupid, senseless death that came out of nowhere. And above all else...
Bitter feelings churn within you, and a single thought keeps repeating in your head. This is my life now. You don't feel real anymore, you don't feel like Yukimura Kikuko. Even if you win, fix everything, solve all the mysteries, and save the day... it's almost incidental. You'll still be dead; you don't really have a future anymore.
Perhaps it's ironic, or hypocritical, given the leeriness with which you'd regarded the adulthood bearing down upon you more and more with each passing semester; but now that it's out of your reach, you suddenly find yourself coveting it. Living a normal life, having an apartment and job of your own, maybe even applying your hobbies in some way on the side… The anxiety remains with you, yet those things sound far more appealing now than they did before. Though admittedly, the idea of settling down with someone and starting a family still fails to inspire anything but faint discomfort in you. At least one thing's still consistent...
You bury your face in your knees as another thought hits you - not only has your future been voided, and your past stuck in the past, but your present may not even be consistent for much longer, either. You miss the security of not having to climb through a tiny window every night to come home, but at least it's still an option; once the cold season comes, though, there's no way your parents will be leaving it open. You can't keep sneaking into the laundry alcove forever, but you honestly can't think of any alternative options. The last thing you want to do is let go of the mere scraps left of your life, no matter how much they remind you of being cut off from the real thing.
Even laced with poison, the metaphorical salve is still better than nothing at all.
~~~ .oO◯Oo. ~~~
Time passes, and your circling thoughts slowly wind down. You find no enlightenment or answers to your problems this time; you're just eventually left too tired to even dwell. When you stand up again, brushing yourself off pointlessly, it's not so much from pragmatism as boredom. You need something better to do with your time, and you came here to do something else to begin with, didn't you? Best to get on that, especially given how much time was already burned just feeling sorry for yourself. With the sun shining down but now at a noticeable angle, you estimate you still have little over an hour or so before you'll be called upon; enough time to work on at least one thing, but probably not multiple.
The first thing you think of are the ghostly traits you still can't control, but just as quickly dismiss that notion. Death's advice was needlessly cryptic, and you're not in the mood to practice becoming even more nonexistent than usual right now. No, it's your actual power as a magical girl that you want to explore today. Thinking back, a few moments quickly stick out to you - The aurora ribbons you'd used against the beastly monster, the strange glyph that had temporarily stunned the dark spirit, and the ice you'd discovered at the bridge - all seem like they're worth getting more familiar with. Question being, which one to start with?
What to practice?
> The Auroras (They're the most straightforward, but perhaps if you're more consistent with the basics, the rest will come easier later)
> The Symbols (You're still not entirely sure what you'd done that night, but if you can figure it out, your options may expand dramatically)
> The Snow (Power over ice seems useful to get a better grasp of, not too simple but not too complex… hopefully, anyway.)
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OffBrandANON
eldritch horror, pink flamingo
- Location
- California, USA
- Pronouns
- She/Her/They/Them
[X] The Symbols (You're still not entirely sure what you'd done that night, but if you can figure it out, your options may expand dramatically)
SpoopyGhost
Undead Demi Kuudere Tsundere
- Location
- Your Haunted Attic
- Pronouns
- She/Her
From a metatextual perspective as the writer, I'll admit that when I first started, I didn't yet have a particularly fleshed-out plan beyond the basic premise of putting two of my interests together. While Kikuko's somewhat distant portrayal in the initial post certainly has had some influence on her characterization since, much of her personality and identity was developed in the following updates. Her struggle with ghosthood, at least, was hardwired into the premise and would likely have been a big part of the story no matter what, but how that would have been expressed would probably have evolved very differently based on which color profile was selected. So I can say that while there would definitely be some broad similarities, she could definitely have turned out drastically different, yes. Plus, most of the rest of the team, with exceptions, was similarly created after that decision and in response to which one was selected, so the other team members would probably have been different to varying degrees as well.
From an in-universe perspective where we assume Kikuko was who she is from the very start, I will say that the ring's color-personality correlations are fairly broad and open to interpretation. For example, two different magical girls of the same color could express themselves in wildly different ways from each other; or a girl of one color could appear on the surface to be more suitable for a different color but not actually be; and while rarer, some girls could be equally viable for different colors at the same time. As long as their underlying core identity fits the profile, there's a lot of range in their behaviors and attitudes and how they express themselves. So theoretically, if a different color had been voted for, Kikuko could still have developed to closely resemble this one, with minor changes reflecting the different baseline. It wouldn't necessarily be the most likely path, but it could still happen. I do think that if the runner-up Green had won, she'd have the most chance of turning out like she has here, compared to some of the other options.
- Location
- A Computer
[X] The Symbols (You're still not entirely sure what you'd done that night, but if you can figure it out, your options may expand dramatically)
This seems seems like a mildly stupid gamble but it seems cool. Let's hope it isnt too difficult. Maybe the difficulty will distract her from existential dread.
This seems seems like a mildly stupid gamble but it seems cool. Let's hope it isnt too difficult. Maybe the difficulty will distract her from existential dread.
> The Symbols (You're still not entirely sure what you'd done that night, but if you can figure it out, your options may expand dramatically)
I like magic.
If I have to come up with some vaguely pragmatic reason? I guess that it might be the most applicable to dealing with spiritual threats? Snow seems pretty physical(though might be exceptiojnally useful for incapacitation, which can often be difficult in fights), and the auroras might be great, but I don't recall whether they interact much with souls, so seems a bit of a gamble on that front. Glyphs are also a complete gamble, but everyone knows that you need magic weapons to hurt ghosts!
This is still pretty close to being my favourite premise for a story. I am not sure what it is exactly, perhaps the well-defined and finite isolation, but I just love this story. My emphatic hopes that the new schedule works well and that the betas flow freely. I unfortunately can't see myself being in any way reliable or convenient in the role myself.
I like magic.
If I have to come up with some vaguely pragmatic reason? I guess that it might be the most applicable to dealing with spiritual threats? Snow seems pretty physical(though might be exceptiojnally useful for incapacitation, which can often be difficult in fights), and the auroras might be great, but I don't recall whether they interact much with souls, so seems a bit of a gamble on that front. Glyphs are also a complete gamble, but everyone knows that you need magic weapons to hurt ghosts!
This is still pretty close to being my favourite premise for a story. I am not sure what it is exactly, perhaps the well-defined and finite isolation, but I just love this story. My emphatic hopes that the new schedule works well and that the betas flow freely. I unfortunately can't see myself being in any way reliable or convenient in the role myself.
Nottheunmaker
Altman be praised
- Location
- USG Ishimura
[X] The Auroras (They're the most straightforward, but perhaps if you're more consistent with the basics, the rest will come easier later)
Basics are basics, and you get the basics down before working on the fussy stuff.
Basics are basics, and you get the basics down before working on the fussy stuff.
KadinaruDess
Allergic to cobwebs, loves spiders and dusty books
- Location
- The Great Library Room
[X] The Auroras (They're the most straightforward, but perhaps if you're more consistent with the basics, the rest will come easier later)
Four hours sharpening the axe, then chopping the tree, something something those lines.
As much as I want the huge flexibility mastery over all ice constructs gives, Snow feels like a bit too much complexity for the time being, instinctive feelings of its simplicity from the flavor text aside. She's already having a hard time in the phantom side of the things, although that could be blamed on the unfamiliarity of being a ghost, or Death's lack of teaching experience.
As for the Symbols, apart from the complexity, while they might be effective in the spiritual threats, it might be hard to train this specialized magic with the small sample size of known enemies of the said kind.
Four hours sharpening the axe, then chopping the tree, something something those lines.
As much as I want the huge flexibility mastery over all ice constructs gives, Snow feels like a bit too much complexity for the time being, instinctive feelings of its simplicity from the flavor text aside. She's already having a hard time in the phantom side of the things, although that could be blamed on the unfamiliarity of being a ghost, or Death's lack of teaching experience.
As for the Symbols, apart from the complexity, while they might be effective in the spiritual threats, it might be hard to train this specialized magic with the small sample size of known enemies of the said kind.
[X] The Auroras (They're the most straightforward, but perhaps if you're more consistent with the basics, the rest will come easier later)
- Location
- Internet
[X] The Auroras (They're the most straightforward, but perhaps if you're more consistent with the basics, the rest will come easier later)
- Location
- Attached to a wall
- Pronouns
- She/Her
[X] The Auroras (They're the most straightforward, but perhaps if you're more consistent with the basics, the rest will come easier later)
Short term gains in terms of combat capabilities would be quite useful at this stage.
Short term gains in terms of combat capabilities would be quite useful at this stage.
SRLYWHYTHO
Tzeentchian Pragmatist, Deutaragonist of my Story
- Location
- A very cold place.
[X] The Auroras (They're the most straightforward, but perhaps if you're more consistent with the basics, the rest will come easier later)
Gotta get the basics down. Training posibilities come rarely. So might as well get something done, that'll help with the isolation (for a little while, anyways)
Also, Ghost, no one here's dissapointed. We understand, life has the inclination to be a bitch every single oportunity it gets, so there's no need to apologize.
We'll just wait like good readers interested in a good story. Simple.
Gotta get the basics down. Training posibilities come rarely. So might as well get something done, that'll help with the isolation (for a little while, anyways)
Also, Ghost, no one here's dissapointed. We understand, life has the inclination to be a bitch every single oportunity it gets, so there's no need to apologize.
We'll just wait like good readers interested in a good story. Simple.