- Location
- Earth
It reaches further than the border... and we can still do it on American soil from where we are anyway.
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Magical Girl Quest - The Fire That Burns
- Thread starter Rukia
- Start date
- Original
It reaches further than the border... and we can still do it on American soil from where we are anyway.
- Location
- England
You are still within the forest, the edge is probably an hour or so ahead of you.
I kind of wish I had made a larger vote, but I couldn't. I'm antsy to write more but I have nothing to write...
- Location
- Earth
We should probably just reach back and set the American side on fire. Distracts them from searching northward for now and the fire might have trouble jumping the border if there aren't enough trees/stuff to eat between it's canadian side and american side.
DarkKing98
Certified Village Idiot
- Location
- USA
Naron! I need your paranoia!Well, you could write us an Interlude from elsewhere
- Location
- England
I want someone to roll me a 1d6Well, you could write us an Interlude from elsewhere
1 - Commonwealth
2 - America
3 - China
4 - Europe
5 - Russia
6 - Japan
Nothing interesting is happening in the Middle East
I don't think that would stop the fire? It might...
Lone Courier 6
Devilish Fool
- Location
- United States of Quests
Rolling, oooh sucks to be china.
- Location
- England
Lol, RIP.
Right then, do you guys want Daiyu's backstory or a ground view of the clusterfuck that is China from a civilian/military point of view.
DarkKing98
Certified Village Idiot
- Location
- USA
Backstory! Backstory! Backstory!
Lone Courier 6
Devilish Fool
- Location
- United States of Quests
Backstory.
- Location
- Earth
I am fine with the backstory. If your fingers still itch afterwards, you can just give us the rest as a bonus
What for?
What for?
DarkKing98
Certified Village Idiot
- Location
- USA
To freak out my readers.
What? Never said I was going to be nice to my readers all the time.
- Location
- Earth
I do not get why you need my paranoia, though.
Planning capacity, ideas or something like that I would understand... but paranoia?
(And no, this does not mean I think I have either of the former two)
DarkKing98
Certified Village Idiot
- Location
- USA
The other two would help as well.
And seeing my readers freak out would be hilarious to me.
...I can be mean sometimes.
- Location
- Earth
Every QM lives from the tears of their players.
If you need any help, just throw a PM my way.
DAIYU FENG: THE EBONY KNIGHT
- Location
- England
Your sister had always told you that you should take your head from the clouds, that you looked upwards far too often to see the ground at your feet. What her obsession with the dirt was befuddled you, but you loved her anyway. Mother had taught you all you need to know of the ground, of the duties of a woman and their futures. Thus you looked to the sky, up at the clouded mountains that had housed monks for longer than recorded history, your future waiting just over the horizon if only you could just reach out to take it.
While the people of the land rebel, rage and roar the mountains remain, still and solid as they had always been. When loyalties frayed and bonds snapped, the sky was just that little bit clearer. When the war found your family, you knew your future.
When you tried to avoid it, it simply moved further. Brother on brother, father on son, it spread like wildfire. The stoic hearts and quiet loyalty of the older generation standing fast against the burning rage and brash tempers of the younger. They called it many things, revolution, retribution, civil war, genocide. But those who had looked beyond themselves could see, it was nothing more than the greed of man against man, of a wrath unearned and destruction unbound.
How you wished to turn your gaze to the sky once more, to forget the worries of the land around you, but she needed you now. Once you were weak, skin and spirit, a sword with some skill. Now you were a bastion, a shield against all who would threaten yours.
Once, only once, had you failed. You had been too late, caring for your sister in her time of need, to stop it. It happened before you could react, a quiet whistling, a noise that set your heart racing and your spirit roaring. It was but a moment of thought, a pulse of power and a spin of your foot that placed you between the roof and your sister. A second later the mortar impacted, shattering the ceiling and sending shards of concrete racing through the room faster than your eyes could follow.
You felt them, fragments of metal and stone strike your armour with a raging force, only for the futility of the action to leave them harmlessly bouncing. Your sister safe, protected by your spirit, you turn your head.
They had almost reached cover, a bare step from the door, hanging half from it's hinges and riddled with holes. They lay there, letting out gurgling breaths, small trickles of blood flowing from the holes that go from front to back. You want to reach for them, give them your strength and show them the sky once more, but they remain on the ground. The sounds of shouts and explosions tells you the truth of the situation, there was no sky to look to, only a hail of metal and fire.
Your sister whimpers in your arms, her body broken but her spirit unbowed. But as she protected you, now you shall protect her, clad in steel and wrath. You ignore the door, carefully lifting the older girl into your arms and hit the wall at a run.
It shatters, aged and weakened brick parting like reed before your bulk, your spirit seeing to keeping your sister safe from harm. The dust slides from her form as you run, simply smashing through any obstacle in your way, ignoring bullets as they harmlessly skitter across your armour. They try to target your sister but your body and spirit protects her, you punish the man for his presumption, a shoulder check ending with the sound of shattering bone as his ribcage collapses.
You tear your way through the wartorn city, inching ever closer to the waterfront with every passing moment, where salvation awaits. Your eyes see the vessel in the distance, a simple fishing trawler, repurposed to a transport in desperate times.
Already you can see it pulling away, ropes loosened and defenders streaming aboard. You push yourself faster, demolishing a metal stand and a small wall as they stand in your way, ignoring all other than your sister and your destination. They see you, plowing through everything before you as you run, you can see them looking back and forth ready to throw the boarding plank. It stays just long enough for you to take three steps and jump, your armoured form flying through the air where you land back first aboard the boat, the plank snapped in half from the forces brought to bear.
You lie there, staring at the sky, what little you could save safe in your arms, ignoring the soldiers crowding around your form.
But those who reach for the sky must be weary, for the many among the ground will drag you from your heights and show you the truth of the world.
While the people of the land rebel, rage and roar the mountains remain, still and solid as they had always been. When loyalties frayed and bonds snapped, the sky was just that little bit clearer. When the war found your family, you knew your future.
When you tried to avoid it, it simply moved further. Brother on brother, father on son, it spread like wildfire. The stoic hearts and quiet loyalty of the older generation standing fast against the burning rage and brash tempers of the younger. They called it many things, revolution, retribution, civil war, genocide. But those who had looked beyond themselves could see, it was nothing more than the greed of man against man, of a wrath unearned and destruction unbound.
How you wished to turn your gaze to the sky once more, to forget the worries of the land around you, but she needed you now. Once you were weak, skin and spirit, a sword with some skill. Now you were a bastion, a shield against all who would threaten yours.
Once, only once, had you failed. You had been too late, caring for your sister in her time of need, to stop it. It happened before you could react, a quiet whistling, a noise that set your heart racing and your spirit roaring. It was but a moment of thought, a pulse of power and a spin of your foot that placed you between the roof and your sister. A second later the mortar impacted, shattering the ceiling and sending shards of concrete racing through the room faster than your eyes could follow.
You felt them, fragments of metal and stone strike your armour with a raging force, only for the futility of the action to leave them harmlessly bouncing. Your sister safe, protected by your spirit, you turn your head.
They had almost reached cover, a bare step from the door, hanging half from it's hinges and riddled with holes. They lay there, letting out gurgling breaths, small trickles of blood flowing from the holes that go from front to back. You want to reach for them, give them your strength and show them the sky once more, but they remain on the ground. The sounds of shouts and explosions tells you the truth of the situation, there was no sky to look to, only a hail of metal and fire.
Your sister whimpers in your arms, her body broken but her spirit unbowed. But as she protected you, now you shall protect her, clad in steel and wrath. You ignore the door, carefully lifting the older girl into your arms and hit the wall at a run.
It shatters, aged and weakened brick parting like reed before your bulk, your spirit seeing to keeping your sister safe from harm. The dust slides from her form as you run, simply smashing through any obstacle in your way, ignoring bullets as they harmlessly skitter across your armour. They try to target your sister but your body and spirit protects her, you punish the man for his presumption, a shoulder check ending with the sound of shattering bone as his ribcage collapses.
You tear your way through the wartorn city, inching ever closer to the waterfront with every passing moment, where salvation awaits. Your eyes see the vessel in the distance, a simple fishing trawler, repurposed to a transport in desperate times.
Already you can see it pulling away, ropes loosened and defenders streaming aboard. You push yourself faster, demolishing a metal stand and a small wall as they stand in your way, ignoring all other than your sister and your destination. They see you, plowing through everything before you as you run, you can see them looking back and forth ready to throw the boarding plank. It stays just long enough for you to take three steps and jump, your armoured form flying through the air where you land back first aboard the boat, the plank snapped in half from the forces brought to bear.
You lie there, staring at the sky, what little you could save safe in your arms, ignoring the soldiers crowding around your form.
But those who reach for the sky must be weary, for the many among the ground will drag you from your heights and show you the truth of the world.
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I like her. So far.
- Location
- England
Probably should have mentioned that this is more of a what Lore of anything do you want written.
DarkKing98
Certified Village Idiot
- Location
- USA
Gaia! What is she doing now?
- Location
- The Garden
...hmm, something about the light maybe?
Spectral Waltz
Scatterbrained Writer
- Location
- Walking the Endless Corridors
I like that idea, let's hear some Lore on Gaia?
EDIT: Ooh, or the light would be interesting too.
EDIT: Ooh, or the light would be interesting too.