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Chapter 1
- Location
- England. Tea and scones, wot wot!
I got bored and started reading CYOAs. I then proceeded to start a CYOA and figure out where on Earth to put it. I then proceeded to watch Iron Man 3 (and no, this does not happen that late in the timeline). Now there is writings. Woop.
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Wake up.
I woke up, as one does when ordered by a sound like the scratching of thousands of nails on the seabed, and immediately had to duck under a giant set of claws headed directly for my face.
With a sound of confusion, I scrambled to my feet as a giant monster of one sort or another screeched unintelligibly and lunged for my delicious sweetbreads one more.
Bringing up an object in my hands to bash it away as I found myself in my old aikido stance, I decided to make my opinions on the situation rather clear. "What the hell-" I started to shout, only to be cut off by my throat suddenly going weird when I tried to speak.
It is a Malice Heart, the eldritch voice in my head declared most unhelpfully. Slay it.
"How-" A combination of the continued refusal of my voicebox to work properly and the need to beat back another attack with the big stick in my hands.
This time, though, I struck back. The vaguely humanoid creature- all tendons and wire- its face collapsed for a moment when I hit, and it reared back like a horse, wailing.
I would have stepped back on instinct, if I hadn't been able to spend a split-second weighing it up. The creature was big- it must have been three or four metres tall, comparing it to my own not-insignificant height, and it was bleeding ash where I'd struck it even though its body had seemingly regenerated. It didn't have obvious joints, but it was bending as if it was- its limbs and digits flared outwards as they did, like bent plastic straws. And it was grey- a whole profusion of monotonous greys, like it was being filmed by one of those too-grainy security cameras.
The most important thing, though, was that its limbs were longer than my stick. So I did not want to be anywhere but up-close and personal.
I charged in, my shoulderblades bending oddly as I thrust the weapon into its gut. Then I stuck a leg in front of what would have been its shin in something more related to vertebrates than gothic art- I didn't see how it could have hurt, but it squealed like a buzzsaw as the rear, thicker end of my weapon bent its non-existent knee in the wrong direction.
Something struck me as odd about the way my weapon was set out- wouldn't the thick end be the end I hit things with? I looked at it.
"Gun," I said simply, my voice too tight and high-pitched for me to say much else. As the creature got to its feet, I took a moment to figure out where the trigger was, prayed that the safety was off, and pulled.
A burst of portable explosions rocked me, and by reflex my finger stayed down. It screamed as its body disintegrated under a barrage of fist-sized blasts, and by the time the gun clicked empty- ten shots?- its torso had disappeared completely. Dust and oils oozed from the shattered remains of what might have been a ribcage.
I stood there, breathing heavily but not panting, as it lay there twitching for a few moments. I guess things have to have lungs, I thought, if they want to make noise. Then it went limp- save for its claws.
The claws just curled up like spiders.
I watched it, slowly melting into something the consistency of the a half-drained bug pond and the colour of undyed mycoprotein, before shaking my head. Okay, I thought, I almost died horribly to a giant spaghetti man. I need to figure out what's going on.
The first thing, now my attention had increased past tunnel vision, was looking down at myself.
"...Is this because of that fanfiction I wrote?" I questioned, suddenly realising why my voice was so damn high.
Yes, the horrible scratching voice in my head replied. Now that my heart wasn't beating a mile a minute, I could hear faint whispers on the edges of my thoughts. It was convenient for basing the enhancements of my new champion.
"That was a writing device!" I incredulously replied. "Y'know- taking myself out of 'oh, I'm a reasonably sexy person who don't need no upgrades' and 'this would be a terrible situation for me to be in and my brain is refusing to imagine it'! Not, 'oh, being...'"
I looked down at myself. Female? Check. An age where I'm not comfortable stating the exact state of one's chest? Check. Excessively long dress that flutters in a non-existent wind? Check. And... are those fucking spider wings on my back?
"'...being something like this is the perfect method of doing superheroics'!" I finished. "To be quite frank, being a little girl is quite probably the worst way to do superheroics. You could at least have made me, y'know, an adult male! Which I am! They're capable of punching, y'know?" Then I paused. "...Uh. You... are here for superheroics, right, creepy space voice?"
I glanced at my surroundings. We were currently in a rather thoroughly mangled piece of street- I couldn't see any damage that didn't look like horrific claw marks to inanimate objects, fortunately enough. There were... more than a couple of cameras pointed in my direction, from buildings and whatnot, to say the least.
Let's not be here, I thought to myself, casually strolling into the nearest alleyway while whistling innocently.
Our interests align, it said- since it didn't seem to be doing the whole not-incredibly-ominous thing, that was about as good as I could hope for. There are invaders on this planet. The Malice Hearts are but one of them. I wish for them to be eradicated. They harm mortals and my own forms of entertainment both.
"And 'you' are...?" I questioned.
My name is immaterial, it replied. No mortal cords can voice it, nor such low atmospheres capture its notes.
I frowned, or at least I was supposed to. "...Can I call you Nyaa-chan?"
...No. You refer to the archetype of another being.
"...Hyaa-San?" I asked.
...Acceptable.
"Okay," I said, "we're friends now, Hyaa-San. Because you created a magical girl and thus I must teach you about love and friendship. Clear?"
As long as it does not interrupt your duties to eradicate the defilers of this dimensional aspect, Hyaa-San responded. It is likely irrelevant to my intellect, but I am unaffected by the presence or absence of such tutoring regardless.
"Good, good," I said, turning down another alleyway and coming to stop near some door. "Now how do I get out of this costume, and why does my face feel like it's made of lead?"
You must will yourself out of it, the eldritch abomination said. I did so.
"...I am glad I still have clothes on," I noted, realising exactly what would have happened without the convenient ratty white t-shirt, joggers and trainers (no socks) I was suddenly wearing instead of that elegant (if somewhat edgy) gown. "And the face...?"
I felt the mental equivalent of a shrug with a million twitching shoulders. Emotional energy is a convenient power source, it notified me. Debilitating negative emotions induced by dimensional transfer are partially utilised to fuel mana regeneration, redirecting processing towards more relevant activities, but the major emotional source is siphoning of emotional energy during the transition from processing to expression.
"...So my magical power runs on facial expressions and panicking about how I'm never going to see my family again?" I asked.
This is accurate, Hyaa-San responded. However, natural magical reserves and extradimensional input form the majority.
"Yaaay," I said flatly. "I'm a creepy demon girl. It's all I ever wanted." That prompted another thought. "...Do I get immortality out of the deal?"
Yes.
Ooh. "What kind?"
You will age up to a biological age roughly equivalent to the duration of twenty-five solar cycles, it said, sounding utterly bored with having to dictate such things. (To be fair, this would probably be garbage for anyone but myself to hear.) Aging will cease afterwards. In addition, death will result in the body regenerating over a variable period of time.
"...Will I go crazy?" I questioned.
The likelihood of insanity is not increased due to your association with myself, it said. Your mind and soul have been inundated with the darkness, and they were not found wanting. Your psyche remains unfractured and unbowed.
"...This seems roughly acceptable!" I decided, consciously ignoring the part where my vital essence had apparently been tie-dyed in the hell dimensions or something without my awareness. "I will, however, go all Hephasteus on your ass if it's actually terrible."
You mean Prometheus, Hyaa-San corrected.
"...Him," I agreed. "Speaking of which... Where is this, anyway?"
Such things are irrelevant to me, it said. I recommend you ask it of the champion of men. You should turn around.
"..." I turned around.
And... well, there was nothing there. Until a few seconds later, when an excessively familiar red-and-gold suit of armour walked into view and- after a moment of swivelling its head- looked my way.
"Excuse me!" called the voice of one Tony Stark. "You wouldn't happen to know, uh, where a little girl with a shotgun and wings went, would ya?" He gestured. "About this tall, black hair, pale skin, blank facial expressions? Probably needs a teddy bear and a sandwich?"
"...You're supposed to be fictional," I complained, mainly for my own benefit rather than whatever non-eldritch gods were listening.
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Wake up.
I woke up, as one does when ordered by a sound like the scratching of thousands of nails on the seabed, and immediately had to duck under a giant set of claws headed directly for my face.
With a sound of confusion, I scrambled to my feet as a giant monster of one sort or another screeched unintelligibly and lunged for my delicious sweetbreads one more.
Bringing up an object in my hands to bash it away as I found myself in my old aikido stance, I decided to make my opinions on the situation rather clear. "What the hell-" I started to shout, only to be cut off by my throat suddenly going weird when I tried to speak.
It is a Malice Heart, the eldritch voice in my head declared most unhelpfully. Slay it.
"How-" A combination of the continued refusal of my voicebox to work properly and the need to beat back another attack with the big stick in my hands.
This time, though, I struck back. The vaguely humanoid creature- all tendons and wire- its face collapsed for a moment when I hit, and it reared back like a horse, wailing.
I would have stepped back on instinct, if I hadn't been able to spend a split-second weighing it up. The creature was big- it must have been three or four metres tall, comparing it to my own not-insignificant height, and it was bleeding ash where I'd struck it even though its body had seemingly regenerated. It didn't have obvious joints, but it was bending as if it was- its limbs and digits flared outwards as they did, like bent plastic straws. And it was grey- a whole profusion of monotonous greys, like it was being filmed by one of those too-grainy security cameras.
The most important thing, though, was that its limbs were longer than my stick. So I did not want to be anywhere but up-close and personal.
I charged in, my shoulderblades bending oddly as I thrust the weapon into its gut. Then I stuck a leg in front of what would have been its shin in something more related to vertebrates than gothic art- I didn't see how it could have hurt, but it squealed like a buzzsaw as the rear, thicker end of my weapon bent its non-existent knee in the wrong direction.
Something struck me as odd about the way my weapon was set out- wouldn't the thick end be the end I hit things with? I looked at it.
"Gun," I said simply, my voice too tight and high-pitched for me to say much else. As the creature got to its feet, I took a moment to figure out where the trigger was, prayed that the safety was off, and pulled.
A burst of portable explosions rocked me, and by reflex my finger stayed down. It screamed as its body disintegrated under a barrage of fist-sized blasts, and by the time the gun clicked empty- ten shots?- its torso had disappeared completely. Dust and oils oozed from the shattered remains of what might have been a ribcage.
I stood there, breathing heavily but not panting, as it lay there twitching for a few moments. I guess things have to have lungs, I thought, if they want to make noise. Then it went limp- save for its claws.
The claws just curled up like spiders.
I watched it, slowly melting into something the consistency of the a half-drained bug pond and the colour of undyed mycoprotein, before shaking my head. Okay, I thought, I almost died horribly to a giant spaghetti man. I need to figure out what's going on.
The first thing, now my attention had increased past tunnel vision, was looking down at myself.
"...Is this because of that fanfiction I wrote?" I questioned, suddenly realising why my voice was so damn high.
Yes, the horrible scratching voice in my head replied. Now that my heart wasn't beating a mile a minute, I could hear faint whispers on the edges of my thoughts. It was convenient for basing the enhancements of my new champion.
"That was a writing device!" I incredulously replied. "Y'know- taking myself out of 'oh, I'm a reasonably sexy person who don't need no upgrades' and 'this would be a terrible situation for me to be in and my brain is refusing to imagine it'! Not, 'oh, being...'"
I looked down at myself. Female? Check. An age where I'm not comfortable stating the exact state of one's chest? Check. Excessively long dress that flutters in a non-existent wind? Check. And... are those fucking spider wings on my back?
"'...being something like this is the perfect method of doing superheroics'!" I finished. "To be quite frank, being a little girl is quite probably the worst way to do superheroics. You could at least have made me, y'know, an adult male! Which I am! They're capable of punching, y'know?" Then I paused. "...Uh. You... are here for superheroics, right, creepy space voice?"
I glanced at my surroundings. We were currently in a rather thoroughly mangled piece of street- I couldn't see any damage that didn't look like horrific claw marks to inanimate objects, fortunately enough. There were... more than a couple of cameras pointed in my direction, from buildings and whatnot, to say the least.
Let's not be here, I thought to myself, casually strolling into the nearest alleyway while whistling innocently.
Our interests align, it said- since it didn't seem to be doing the whole not-incredibly-ominous thing, that was about as good as I could hope for. There are invaders on this planet. The Malice Hearts are but one of them. I wish for them to be eradicated. They harm mortals and my own forms of entertainment both.
"And 'you' are...?" I questioned.
My name is immaterial, it replied. No mortal cords can voice it, nor such low atmospheres capture its notes.
I frowned, or at least I was supposed to. "...Can I call you Nyaa-chan?"
...No. You refer to the archetype of another being.
"...Hyaa-San?" I asked.
...Acceptable.
"Okay," I said, "we're friends now, Hyaa-San. Because you created a magical girl and thus I must teach you about love and friendship. Clear?"
As long as it does not interrupt your duties to eradicate the defilers of this dimensional aspect, Hyaa-San responded. It is likely irrelevant to my intellect, but I am unaffected by the presence or absence of such tutoring regardless.
"Good, good," I said, turning down another alleyway and coming to stop near some door. "Now how do I get out of this costume, and why does my face feel like it's made of lead?"
You must will yourself out of it, the eldritch abomination said. I did so.
"...I am glad I still have clothes on," I noted, realising exactly what would have happened without the convenient ratty white t-shirt, joggers and trainers (no socks) I was suddenly wearing instead of that elegant (if somewhat edgy) gown. "And the face...?"
I felt the mental equivalent of a shrug with a million twitching shoulders. Emotional energy is a convenient power source, it notified me. Debilitating negative emotions induced by dimensional transfer are partially utilised to fuel mana regeneration, redirecting processing towards more relevant activities, but the major emotional source is siphoning of emotional energy during the transition from processing to expression.
"...So my magical power runs on facial expressions and panicking about how I'm never going to see my family again?" I asked.
This is accurate, Hyaa-San responded. However, natural magical reserves and extradimensional input form the majority.
"Yaaay," I said flatly. "I'm a creepy demon girl. It's all I ever wanted." That prompted another thought. "...Do I get immortality out of the deal?"
Yes.
Ooh. "What kind?"
You will age up to a biological age roughly equivalent to the duration of twenty-five solar cycles, it said, sounding utterly bored with having to dictate such things. (To be fair, this would probably be garbage for anyone but myself to hear.) Aging will cease afterwards. In addition, death will result in the body regenerating over a variable period of time.
"...Will I go crazy?" I questioned.
The likelihood of insanity is not increased due to your association with myself, it said. Your mind and soul have been inundated with the darkness, and they were not found wanting. Your psyche remains unfractured and unbowed.
"...This seems roughly acceptable!" I decided, consciously ignoring the part where my vital essence had apparently been tie-dyed in the hell dimensions or something without my awareness. "I will, however, go all Hephasteus on your ass if it's actually terrible."
You mean Prometheus, Hyaa-San corrected.
"...Him," I agreed. "Speaking of which... Where is this, anyway?"
Such things are irrelevant to me, it said. I recommend you ask it of the champion of men. You should turn around.
"..." I turned around.
And... well, there was nothing there. Until a few seconds later, when an excessively familiar red-and-gold suit of armour walked into view and- after a moment of swivelling its head- looked my way.
"Excuse me!" called the voice of one Tony Stark. "You wouldn't happen to know, uh, where a little girl with a shotgun and wings went, would ya?" He gestured. "About this tall, black hair, pale skin, blank facial expressions? Probably needs a teddy bear and a sandwich?"
"...You're supposed to be fictional," I complained, mainly for my own benefit rather than whatever non-eldritch gods were listening.
- Location
- france
Not bad. Not bad at all.
Well, I'm a little biased since I like this kind of story.
By the way, is your CYOA posted somewhere?
Don't forget to ask for that since he is proposing.
- Location
- England. Tea and scones, wot wot!
Light Magical Girl
Patron: Horror. Sends you to target-rich environments to blow them up. It grants great strength, but desires summoning rituals, weakened planar defenses and other such nonsense. Its name is immaterial, and its nearest translation would shatter skulls and minds.
It is basically Hastur, and is willing to be called Hyaa-San (though not Nyaa- or Thoo-san).
May take 3 additional drawbacks.
Universal Benefits- Minions, Marked. Can summon minions (stronger than humans) from time to time, and you are marked by the Yellow Sign upon your eyeballs. It can glow to stretch across your face and scare off lesser monsters.
Universal Drawbacks- Quick-Tempered, Insomnia. Gets angry at failures in its rush for power, and its whispering causes nightmares instead of rest.
Drawbacks: 1+3 available.
Mind-Bent- Unnatural behaviour. You are less likely to express emotion without conscious effort.
Empty Pockets- No, Hastur is not going to pay in cash.
Paranoid- Hastur fears other magic beings, and will urge you not to ally with them.
Fearsome Reputation- When you use your powers actively, magical people will recognise it and be fearful.
Benefits:
Reasonable- Your benefactor doesn't want unspeakable doom from your planet. Yay.
Takes One To Know One- You can recognise other magical beings and their weaknesses on contact (including eye contact).
Mystic Might- +1 to Mag.
Physical Prowess- +1 to Str.
Origin: Emergency. You are needed right this second. Choose 2 non-artifact Combat Perks. You may shift other Perk rolls to the Combat Table for free.
Age: 7/20, 13.
Body Type: 18/20, Overdeveloped (aka Strong). Taller, bigger, stronger, more feminine than others of your age. +1 Str.
Magic: 5/20, spent 1 Bronze Coin to switch from Reinforcement to Psychic. +2 Mag, +2 Lck. May read and influence minds and induce feelings of anger, terror or sympathy. Adept psychic magical girls can produce mental blasts. Experts can make subtle changes to minds such as memory or temporary mind control. The strong-willed can resist it, and they themselves are resistant to mind-meddling. Mindless creatures are immune.
Out of costume, they can detect minds and are still resistant to mind effects.
Weapon: 10/20, Ranged. +1 Agi. Draws on your mana to supply DAKKA, so a high magic stat is recommended.
Outfit: 12, Elaborate. +1 Mag.
Power: Focused Assault. You can put punishing or penetrating versions of any of your attacks on a single target at a greatly increased mana and focus cost.
1 Gold Coin- Regeneration. Great regen, plus mana enhancement if you really need that limb but it's out of reach. Also grants stamina and good health in and out of costume.
Perks:
10, 9, 8, 17, 9
1 Silver Coin- Enhanced Sustenance- Need half as much rest, no air and little food. +1 Vit.
Blood Magic- +1 Vit. Can fuel magic with health.
1 Silver Coin- Interdimensional Apartment- With 10 seconds of concentration, you may create a dark portal to an interdimensional studio overlooking an eldritch cityscape. No cable or other doors. The fridge has unhealthy ready meals. May be accessed by up to 5 plus you at a time, and only with your permission.
Free Origin switch- Wings- Grants flight in costume. If you can otherwise fly, grants greatly increased speed and maneuverability.
Big Damn Hero- Can give out two tokens- one for a person and one for a place. Whenever either is threatened, you will be able to make it there in the nick of time to help if you hurry.
Origin Perk- Sorcery. +1 Mag, can perform non-overt magic in normal form that can be taught to others.
Origin Perk- Gifted. +1 Mag, you're much better at your specialisation than normal.
Stats:
4 is average adult, 6 is olympian, 8 is peak human or low supernatural.
Bronze Coin- +3 Agi
6 Str, 8 Agi, 8 Vit, 10 Mag, 6 Lck
Can lift and throw a human 20ft.
Can easily double-bullseye a dartboard at 10ft. (Official darts is about 8ft.)
Can shrug off a bat.
Can throw out telekinetic pushes, bolts, blasts and non-piercing telekinetic beams.
Patron: Horror. Sends you to target-rich environments to blow them up. It grants great strength, but desires summoning rituals, weakened planar defenses and other such nonsense. Its name is immaterial, and its nearest translation would shatter skulls and minds.
It is basically Hastur, and is willing to be called Hyaa-San (though not Nyaa- or Thoo-san).
May take 3 additional drawbacks.
Universal Benefits- Minions, Marked. Can summon minions (stronger than humans) from time to time, and you are marked by the Yellow Sign upon your eyeballs. It can glow to stretch across your face and scare off lesser monsters.
Universal Drawbacks- Quick-Tempered, Insomnia. Gets angry at failures in its rush for power, and its whispering causes nightmares instead of rest.
Drawbacks: 1+3 available.
Mind-Bent- Unnatural behaviour. You are less likely to express emotion without conscious effort.
Empty Pockets- No, Hastur is not going to pay in cash.
Paranoid- Hastur fears other magic beings, and will urge you not to ally with them.
Fearsome Reputation- When you use your powers actively, magical people will recognise it and be fearful.
Benefits:
Reasonable- Your benefactor doesn't want unspeakable doom from your planet. Yay.
Takes One To Know One- You can recognise other magical beings and their weaknesses on contact (including eye contact).
Mystic Might- +1 to Mag.
Physical Prowess- +1 to Str.
Origin: Emergency. You are needed right this second. Choose 2 non-artifact Combat Perks. You may shift other Perk rolls to the Combat Table for free.
Age: 7/20, 13.
Body Type: 18/20, Overdeveloped (aka Strong). Taller, bigger, stronger, more feminine than others of your age. +1 Str.
Magic: 5/20, spent 1 Bronze Coin to switch from Reinforcement to Psychic. +2 Mag, +2 Lck. May read and influence minds and induce feelings of anger, terror or sympathy. Adept psychic magical girls can produce mental blasts. Experts can make subtle changes to minds such as memory or temporary mind control. The strong-willed can resist it, and they themselves are resistant to mind-meddling. Mindless creatures are immune.
Out of costume, they can detect minds and are still resistant to mind effects.
Weapon: 10/20, Ranged. +1 Agi. Draws on your mana to supply DAKKA, so a high magic stat is recommended.
Outfit: 12, Elaborate. +1 Mag.
Power: Focused Assault. You can put punishing or penetrating versions of any of your attacks on a single target at a greatly increased mana and focus cost.
1 Gold Coin- Regeneration. Great regen, plus mana enhancement if you really need that limb but it's out of reach. Also grants stamina and good health in and out of costume.
Perks:
10, 9, 8, 17, 9
1 Silver Coin- Enhanced Sustenance- Need half as much rest, no air and little food. +1 Vit.
Blood Magic- +1 Vit. Can fuel magic with health.
1 Silver Coin- Interdimensional Apartment- With 10 seconds of concentration, you may create a dark portal to an interdimensional studio overlooking an eldritch cityscape. No cable or other doors. The fridge has unhealthy ready meals. May be accessed by up to 5 plus you at a time, and only with your permission.
Free Origin switch- Wings- Grants flight in costume. If you can otherwise fly, grants greatly increased speed and maneuverability.
Big Damn Hero- Can give out two tokens- one for a person and one for a place. Whenever either is threatened, you will be able to make it there in the nick of time to help if you hurry.
Origin Perk- Sorcery. +1 Mag, can perform non-overt magic in normal form that can be taught to others.
Origin Perk- Gifted. +1 Mag, you're much better at your specialisation than normal.
Stats:
4 is average adult, 6 is olympian, 8 is peak human or low supernatural.
Bronze Coin- +3 Agi
6 Str, 8 Agi, 8 Vit, 10 Mag, 6 Lck
Can lift and throw a human 20ft.
Can easily double-bullseye a dartboard at 10ft. (Official darts is about 8ft.)
Can shrug off a bat.
Can throw out telekinetic pushes, bolts, blasts and non-piercing telekinetic beams.
The n/20 or whatevers are dice rolls. I tend to consider the CYOA bit as detracting from the story, however- I have no plans to threadmark it or whatever, unless it becomes a regular enough question to be worth making it notable.
- Location
- france
Oh! You are the one who inspired one of my own fics…
No wonder I liked your story.
Still nice character… Let's hope you won't encounter Doctor Strange too early.
Wonder if you can find and use existing magical artefacts in this world.
And psychic is great against many superhumans.
Hum… One point, Asgardians can be considered as magicals (depending on what the author think) so there is a risk for Thor to have a misunderstanding with you… And Mjolnir packs a lot.
He he… To see the face of Nick Fury when he'll understand that your patron is an eldritch entity. (better trying to affect gravity on an universal scale, less troubling)
No wonder I liked your story.
Still nice character… Let's hope you won't encounter Doctor Strange too early.
Wonder if you can find and use existing magical artefacts in this world.
And psychic is great against many superhumans.
Hum… One point, Asgardians can be considered as magicals (depending on what the author think) so there is a risk for Thor to have a misunderstanding with you… And Mjolnir packs a lot.
He he… To see the face of Nick Fury when he'll understand that your patron is an eldritch entity. (better trying to affect gravity on an universal scale, less troubling)
- Location
- England. Tea and scones, wot wot!
They are wings that look all-spidery themed. Exoskeletal, webby, etcetera, etcetera. The wings are not, however, made of any literal spiders.
- Location
- Seattle, Washington, USA
I think he's the one that needs the sandwich. Or maybe a Snickers bar. Tony is apparently a bit of a jerk when hungry, given how often he misses meals when working...
AnonDank
Anon is Dank
- Location
- Florida, Tampa
I'm excited for some false magical girl shenanigans.
Though she's not really a False Magical Girl, I just call it that when there's a gender switch to complete magical girl duties.
Actually its more like a gender bend.
Anyway, very excited for this ball to start rolling!
Have many good days.
Though she's not really a False Magical Girl, I just call it that when there's a gender switch to complete magical girl duties.
Actually its more like a gender bend.
Anyway, very excited for this ball to start rolling!
Have many good days.
Judge Mental
Stranger In a Strange Land
Depending on when in the MCU timeline this is set, Strange may be the least of the MC's worries.
If this is anywhere pre-Doctor Strange, then the Ancient One is still alive and kicking, the Sanctum Sanctorum in New York is being overseen by an experienced Master, and there's a non-zero chance that Hyaa-chan and Magical Girl Eldritch Dakka just tripped All the Alarm Spells with this dynamic entry.
Also, Kaicilius and his group could be running around. If so, they won't have made that pact with Dormammu yet, but a band of murderous sorcerers is still bad news.
...actually, now that I think on it, they might be one of the things Hyaa-chan wants taken care of soonest. Can't have fun watching the mortals if the Dark Dimension eats them all.
Vaalintine
Wild Wondorous Wolfalope
Coukd use a little expansion. Not entirely clear what she's doing after the battle ends. Is she just standing there, or what?
Crusader Jerome
Subsisting on Supplication
- Location
- My home away from Rome
Well, this is different. I like how the MC let the cat out of the bag right away.
He already told you his name. It's Immaterial, not Hyaa-san.
Anyhow, pretty neat: Havn't seen a whole lot of MCI SIs that go beyond chapter three or so, so I'll save any hopes past that point.
Icipall
Don't worry, we can fanfix that!
- Location
- Cold snow fields of Finland
Ok, looks interesting and has a nice idea. Lets see how this goes.
Now, to make a list:
Things I need to do as a Magical Girl in MCU:
#1. Acquire headpats from Captain America
You better hold him up to that teddy bear.
Now, to make a list:
Things I need to do as a Magical Girl in MCU:
#1. Acquire headpats from Captain America
AnonDank
Anon is Dank
- Location
- Florida, Tampa
This is important! This is the single most important thing that the si will ever do!
Truly headpats from the Cap'n is the priority. Headpats Posthaste!
Have days that are pretty alright.
ManOfManyColors
Totally not Zelretch
- Location
- Europe
"And might I inquire about the current location of said sandwich? This one finds it's lack rather telling. Do you promise such to all little girls you invite to your flying van for check ups? Ne, old stranger-san?"
In the creepy doll voice.
In the creepy doll voice.
Chapter 2
- Location
- England. Tea and scones, wot wot!
There was a long moment of silence. Me, blankly staring (or at least presumably doing that since- y'know- face mana diversion), and Stark... probably also blankly staring, since his face was behind a robot suit.
Then he made a show of looking himself over, patting himself down. "I- uh, don't know about you but I'm feeling pretty realistic right now," he said. "Did you get me mixed up with cartoons? That happens pretty often. There was this..." He stopped- he reached up to his face, and his faceplate came off cleanly. Stark took a moment to rest his chin on his hands. "Wait, no, that's never happened before. Never mind."
I chose to actively stare blankly at this point. "...Umm."
He paused a second, giving me a moment to continue. "I don't really watch cartoons," said Stark. "Not really a cartoon guy- I spend a lot of time in my workshop really, working on my suits... Made this, recently." He rapped his fist on his suit. "Fourth one I've made, made it in a pretty nice workshop... First one was stressful though. You?"
That threw me for a second. "Me?"
"Yeah, how'd you make your one?" he questioned. "I got a few snazzy features in here, let me reconstruct which way you went..." He held up his hands. "It's cool, just wanted to chat."
"I'm... guessing you haven't figured out magic yet then," I noted.
"Well," he said. He smacked his lips, looking away in... nostalgia, perhaps. "When I was a kid, I used to look at things and think they were magic, but..." Stark shrugged and looked at me. "Well, you learn them, and you're not a magician any more- you're an engineer, a scientist, and suddenly you can... do what you want, really. What did you want to do?"
"When I say 'magic' I mean I've been hired as a child soldier by a non-biological intelligence in returns for various perks such as immortality and a free shotgun," I said. "It's a good job offer. Includes dental."
It does, said Hyaa-San. Your masticatory units are included in your regenerative capabilities.
Neato, I thought agreeably.
Stark had been sufficiently caught off guard by my wonderfully eloquent answer that he still had a few moments to go when Hyaa-San had finished talking. "...Ah!" he said, in a manner that oh-so-carefully implied I was completely nuts. "So you got your costume from... where, precisely?"
"A magical transformation sequence that can be explained as it being shifted from a higher dimension to a lower one," I finished.
"...A magical transformation sequence!" Stark agreed, snapping his fingers as if he'd missed something completely obvious. "Right, right. And the goop puddle, the giant claw marks...?"
"Why do you think I've been given a shotgun?" I said simply.
"That doesn't actually explain anything, it just kinda-" Stark wiggled his hands a bit. "-implies there's... apparently horrible extradimensional- oh, wait, magical- creatures that do... random horrible monster things."
Malice Hearts feed on the emotions of fleshlings in order to sustain themselves in our dimension, said Hyaa-San.
"They feed on our emotions to sustain themselves in our dimension," I told him.
"...Riiiiiiight," he said. "So disregarding the idea of neurochemical configurations somehow sustaining extradimensional life forms... You said you had a, err, 'transformation sequence'? You sure that's not just retractable fabric or hiding it in a bin or something?"
Hyaa-San, how do I do a transformation sequence?
I waited.
...Umm.
"...Hyaa-San?" I asked.
It requires a phrase, the eldritch abomination immediately answered. And time- roughly ten of your second-based time units.
Note to self- Hyaa-San cannot read my mind. Or doesn't. Probably the latter now I think of it. I focused.
Repeat after me. Be enthusiastic.
"Hyperdimensional Gateway," I repeated, putting as much determination as I could into it- finally my face actually followed my voice. "Morphotype: Transformation!"
Suddenly I was floating. I heard a startled noise of some sort from Tony. My eyes closed on their own.
I felt my weapon materialise first- a comfortable grip, in my right hand, despite the weight of it. Then a rush of energy, like a little wheel of icicles rolling along my skin- I could feel the shapes. Two gloves. Two shoes- sandals? I hadn't been able to see past the dress that was forming around my chest before, and I couldn't glance down without breaking the sequence, I knew.
The dress formed in a spiralling shape- I felt the wind around my knees, rattling my joggers as it did. Then the oddest sensation of all- those two spidery wings bursting from my back, finalising the transformation.
Also, that finalisation bit was the bit that swapped out the old clothes with what was presumably the correct type of underclothes, whatever those were. No nekkid transformations from this eldritch patron, no-siree.
"...I am so glad you remained clothed," said Tony, echoing my thoughts. "So was that, uh, teleported in?"
I fixed my gaze on him. "It's magic," I stressed.
"Look, you can't just keep saying it's magic," he interrupted. As if between moments, he had met my eyes. "Kid... Hang on, wait." The dramatic moment was broken. "You have a name, right?"
I considered it for a moment. "...No," I said.
Tony Stark paused. I saw his mind racing. "So you're still trying to find something superheroic?" he asked. I could see him trying to figure out exactly what I meant, hedging his bets.
"I haven't been christened," I said. "Or named otherwise, actually! I'm trying to think of one that doesn't suck."
"What do people call you, then?" he asked slowly.
I thought. "Hyaa-San?"
I shall list them, it said.
"So far, it's 'my new champion', 'you', 'you', 'you', 'a little girl with a shotgun and wings', and then a whole 'you' menagerie from the rest of our conversation," I summed up. "Plus a 'kid' and 'you' immediately before this list, which could get pretty recursive if I went any further than that."
"Well that... is... absolutely horrible to know!" summed up Stark cheerfully. "You can be..." He paused. "...we need something magical-y... no, that's a pony..." The man clapped his hands together with a metallic clank. "Raven!"
"Raven," I said flatly. "I'm pretty sure that fits under the list of names that suck."
"At least you're not a Dark'ness, Dementia or Way," he said, turning away. "Or a Tony. There are so many Tonys. I'm Tony Stark, by the way-" Stark turned back towards me. "Tony- that's my name. So are you, err... are you a clone, then? A robot?"
"When you say 'clone'," I specified. "You mean 'non-existent intelligence downloaded into existent meat body'?"
"Yup," replied Tony. "Actually, it would explain a lot..." He frowned. "The disconnect between facial features and vocal tones... It's just information. But you haven't forged any connections yet..."
"Sure," I said, shrugging. "Let's go with that."
"Okay, then, Raven!" he said brightly, looking me in the eyes again. I stared flatly, and he sighed. "C'mon, it was that or Joy."
"We're going with Joy," I informed him.
He rolled his eyes. "Now you're just being a little sh...ugarbag. Actually, you kind of remind me about myself as a kid, except not..." Stark tilted his head upwards, reminiscing. "Charismatic, nerdy, popular... Well really you don't remind me of myself as a kid at all, I'm just saying that. Anyway, I'm pretty sure we'll have some government people over here soon, they can pick you up, make sure you're not going to fall to pieces or anything..."
As Tony rambled, Hyaa-San spoke up. You are here to protect the planet from non-native creatures, it reminded me.
"Will it interrupt my work?" I interrupted.
He looked at me. "What, you mean shooting weird... monster things with a shotgun?" he asked. "We've got people for that! They have shotguns. Really good ones. They're pretty fancy, I've pissed them off already, they're really responsible people. You'll like 'em."
"Hyaa-San?" I asked.
Mortal projectile weapons are not sufficient to slay a Malice Heart.
"You keep saying that," said Tony. "Hyarzan-"
"Their weapons aren't going to kill the Malice Hearts," I told him. "Give me a target."
"What? No," Stark said. "I'm not letting a girl- what are you, fourteen?-"
Thirteen.
Thirteen? Really? "Thirteen," I said.
He raised his head in exasperation. "Thirteen?" he responded. "Really? But- no, I'm not letting you go off to stab things that have torn holes in brick walls. We don't even know if they're real, or just-"
"Can these wings fly?" I asked.
It is instinctive, said Hyaa-San.
"What's that supposed to-" Stark stopped. "Wait, are you gonna-"
I took a moment to feel out the muscles of my two additional limbs, figured out that they were less 'limbs' and more... something, and promptly did exactly what Tony didn't want me to do.
I beat my wings and took to the sky.
Suddenly I was airborne. The two wings on my back weren't flapping- they weren't even aerodynamic, but I could feel them lifting me upwards. The upper walls of the alleyway passed, and I twisted, getting fully into the open sky. A feeling of elation went through me, I was flying-
Tap. Tap. Tap. "Hey, you do realise you're, uh, not very fast with those things, right?" said one Mr Stark.
I turned over, flying upside-down to look at him. His mask was back on- presumably so he could easily be heard over the wind. "You do realise this is a somewhat novel experience and I would have appreciated being able to appreciate it," I deadpanned.
"And I," said Tony, "would have appreciated talking to someone who didn't just- wait, hang on. What is it, JARVIS?"
"Eh?" I said, confused at the sudden non-sequitur.
"Wall!" He suddenly exited my field of vision, and I realised I (or rather, this body) hadn't eaten yet when I didn't vomit from the speed of my decceleration.
I blinked, having gone from flying through the air to dangling on one foot beside a rather solid-looking brick wall. Such an impact would be of little consequence to you, said Hyaa-San helpfully, and I hoped that meant 'would not be harmful' rather than 'would not be painful'.
"...So, I suppose your dress is magic too, then?" commented Tony. I looked up. Indeed, my dress was somehow- wait, no, magically- floating rather than being worn around my torso as gravity would desire. I shuffled my legs a bit to check- Thank God, I've got some sort of clothes underneath that.
"I'll say thank you," I said, "but I'll also say that I would really like to meet somebody who isn't a complete ass."
"You're welcome," said Tony. "I'll keep that in mind next time I have to save your life. Now that we've established you can't fly without almost breaking your neck, can you please not run off to shoot things with a shotgun?"
"I make no promises, but I shall consider your advice nevertheless," I said.
"Promise it," stressed Tony.
"Myuh," I said nonindicatively.
"C'mon, they're cool guys!"
"Y'know, we should probably have this conversation on the ground," I noted.
"...That... is true, very true," said Tony. "Promise not to immediately fly off again, at least?"
It took me a moment to consider that. However, when the guy directly next to you can outspeed you in moments... "I can do that," I replied, nodding.
He shifted his repulsors a little, and we slowly descended- probably to keep me from hitting my head on the building we landed on, him giving me a minor swing so he could put me down shoulders-first. "So, uh, before you tried to run off- I believe I was asking about this Hyarzan thing you were saying...?" he said.
"Hyaa-San," I corrected. "That's the aforementioned mystical being. It's what I named it, anyway."
"...Y'know, I think we've established three things here," said Tony. "First, that you're even worse at naming things than I am. Second, you really need to work on your Japanese pronunciation. Third... Raven- no, wait, was it Joy or..."
"Fine," I huffed, "Raven then! You were probably just going to tell SHIELD that was my name anyway..."
"Hah! Score one for Tony. But, err..." He tilted his head, gesturing at his ear. "Are you sure it's not just some sort of internal radio receiver or anything?"
"...Y'know that's a good point," I said. "Hyaa-San, what can I do that's blatantly magical and not just teleportation or something? 'Cuz, y'know, HYDRA and stuff."
I do not, in fact, know of any hydras since the Lernean specimen, noted Hyaa-San. You are capable of dominating the minds of your inferiors- I recommend you utilise such a capability to convince him not to follow.
"You do realise HYDRA hasn't been around for- what, more than half a century?" questioned Stark, in a hilariously incorrect manner.
"Yeah, yeah," I said, waving him off. "So would this involve any sort of harm or more-than-half-an-hour effects on free will, sanity or whatever...?"
I shall throttle your capabilities seeing as you are implying a direct request, it responded. You will require practice to perform such instinctively. Hold out your hand.
"I'mma do a harmless magic trick," I told Tony. "Except not a trick because magic." I held up my hand towards him.
"Okaay...?" said Tony, eyeing my shotgun warily.
Now perform an incantation.
"Any incantation...?" I asked.
"Y'know, it's really creepy when you don't break eye contact while you talk to your brain voice," commented Tony. "I mean, talking to your brain voice is creepy anyway, but..."
Any incantation- it is merely to focus. I recommend you perform one you are willing to repeat, it added.
"...Mahou-Shoujo Mind Trick: Open," I said, probably making Tony wince at my awful pronunciation once more. He certainly moved a little when my hand started glowing though. "You now have no reason to keep me from running off."
"...I don't really see how that was supposed to be magic?" asked Tony. "I mean, your hand glowed, but..."
"Can I go now?"
"Yeah, yeah, sure," he said. "But you were going to do some magic...?"
I nodded. "You should ask SHIELD about that," I said, internally cackling at my own shenanigans. "Anyway, see ya!" I beat my wings again, and took to the sky.
"Try not to get killed!" he shouted back. I saw his trail headed back to the tower, and feeling an intense sense of satisfaction, I flew out to find somewhere to figure out my plan from here.
Score One: Magical Girl Grimdark Something. Score Zero: Iron Man.
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"Mister Stark?"
"Huh, Agent Coulson!" said one Tony Stark, a few hours later, turning towards the opened door. "Oh, hi. I'm guessing this is about the creepy flying girl from earlier?"
"It is," he said. "All our attempts to locate her have failed after you gave her permission to leave, even though she still seemed quite inclined to listen to your instructions. Is there any particular reason for that?"
"Didn't really have a reason not to," he replied. shrugging. "But enough about that- she mentioned asking you about what 'magic' she did?"
"...Magic," questioned Coulson, one eyebrow slightly raised.
"Yeah, her hand went glowy and she said- JARVIS, what did she say again?"
"I'll play back the recording," said JARVIS. "It was:"
The recording came back, crisp and clear. "Mahou Shoujo Mind Trick: Open. You now have no reason to keep me from running off."
The two men looked at each other.
"...It appears our new friend enjoys Star Wars," said Phil politely. Tony started cursing.
Then he made a show of looking himself over, patting himself down. "I- uh, don't know about you but I'm feeling pretty realistic right now," he said. "Did you get me mixed up with cartoons? That happens pretty often. There was this..." He stopped- he reached up to his face, and his faceplate came off cleanly. Stark took a moment to rest his chin on his hands. "Wait, no, that's never happened before. Never mind."
I chose to actively stare blankly at this point. "...Umm."
He paused a second, giving me a moment to continue. "I don't really watch cartoons," said Stark. "Not really a cartoon guy- I spend a lot of time in my workshop really, working on my suits... Made this, recently." He rapped his fist on his suit. "Fourth one I've made, made it in a pretty nice workshop... First one was stressful though. You?"
That threw me for a second. "Me?"
"Yeah, how'd you make your one?" he questioned. "I got a few snazzy features in here, let me reconstruct which way you went..." He held up his hands. "It's cool, just wanted to chat."
"I'm... guessing you haven't figured out magic yet then," I noted.
"Well," he said. He smacked his lips, looking away in... nostalgia, perhaps. "When I was a kid, I used to look at things and think they were magic, but..." Stark shrugged and looked at me. "Well, you learn them, and you're not a magician any more- you're an engineer, a scientist, and suddenly you can... do what you want, really. What did you want to do?"
"When I say 'magic' I mean I've been hired as a child soldier by a non-biological intelligence in returns for various perks such as immortality and a free shotgun," I said. "It's a good job offer. Includes dental."
It does, said Hyaa-San. Your masticatory units are included in your regenerative capabilities.
Neato, I thought agreeably.
Stark had been sufficiently caught off guard by my wonderfully eloquent answer that he still had a few moments to go when Hyaa-San had finished talking. "...Ah!" he said, in a manner that oh-so-carefully implied I was completely nuts. "So you got your costume from... where, precisely?"
"A magical transformation sequence that can be explained as it being shifted from a higher dimension to a lower one," I finished.
"...A magical transformation sequence!" Stark agreed, snapping his fingers as if he'd missed something completely obvious. "Right, right. And the goop puddle, the giant claw marks...?"
"Why do you think I've been given a shotgun?" I said simply.
"That doesn't actually explain anything, it just kinda-" Stark wiggled his hands a bit. "-implies there's... apparently horrible extradimensional- oh, wait, magical- creatures that do... random horrible monster things."
Malice Hearts feed on the emotions of fleshlings in order to sustain themselves in our dimension, said Hyaa-San.
"They feed on our emotions to sustain themselves in our dimension," I told him.
"...Riiiiiiight," he said. "So disregarding the idea of neurochemical configurations somehow sustaining extradimensional life forms... You said you had a, err, 'transformation sequence'? You sure that's not just retractable fabric or hiding it in a bin or something?"
Hyaa-San, how do I do a transformation sequence?
I waited.
...Umm.
"...Hyaa-San?" I asked.
It requires a phrase, the eldritch abomination immediately answered. And time- roughly ten of your second-based time units.
Note to self- Hyaa-San cannot read my mind. Or doesn't. Probably the latter now I think of it. I focused.
Repeat after me. Be enthusiastic.
"Hyperdimensional Gateway," I repeated, putting as much determination as I could into it- finally my face actually followed my voice. "Morphotype: Transformation!"
Suddenly I was floating. I heard a startled noise of some sort from Tony. My eyes closed on their own.
I felt my weapon materialise first- a comfortable grip, in my right hand, despite the weight of it. Then a rush of energy, like a little wheel of icicles rolling along my skin- I could feel the shapes. Two gloves. Two shoes- sandals? I hadn't been able to see past the dress that was forming around my chest before, and I couldn't glance down without breaking the sequence, I knew.
The dress formed in a spiralling shape- I felt the wind around my knees, rattling my joggers as it did. Then the oddest sensation of all- those two spidery wings bursting from my back, finalising the transformation.
Also, that finalisation bit was the bit that swapped out the old clothes with what was presumably the correct type of underclothes, whatever those were. No nekkid transformations from this eldritch patron, no-siree.
"...I am so glad you remained clothed," said Tony, echoing my thoughts. "So was that, uh, teleported in?"
I fixed my gaze on him. "It's magic," I stressed.
"Look, you can't just keep saying it's magic," he interrupted. As if between moments, he had met my eyes. "Kid... Hang on, wait." The dramatic moment was broken. "You have a name, right?"
I considered it for a moment. "...No," I said.
Tony Stark paused. I saw his mind racing. "So you're still trying to find something superheroic?" he asked. I could see him trying to figure out exactly what I meant, hedging his bets.
"I haven't been christened," I said. "Or named otherwise, actually! I'm trying to think of one that doesn't suck."
"What do people call you, then?" he asked slowly.
I thought. "Hyaa-San?"
I shall list them, it said.
"So far, it's 'my new champion', 'you', 'you', 'you', 'a little girl with a shotgun and wings', and then a whole 'you' menagerie from the rest of our conversation," I summed up. "Plus a 'kid' and 'you' immediately before this list, which could get pretty recursive if I went any further than that."
"Well that... is... absolutely horrible to know!" summed up Stark cheerfully. "You can be..." He paused. "...we need something magical-y... no, that's a pony..." The man clapped his hands together with a metallic clank. "Raven!"
"Raven," I said flatly. "I'm pretty sure that fits under the list of names that suck."
"At least you're not a Dark'ness, Dementia or Way," he said, turning away. "Or a Tony. There are so many Tonys. I'm Tony Stark, by the way-" Stark turned back towards me. "Tony- that's my name. So are you, err... are you a clone, then? A robot?"
"When you say 'clone'," I specified. "You mean 'non-existent intelligence downloaded into existent meat body'?"
"Yup," replied Tony. "Actually, it would explain a lot..." He frowned. "The disconnect between facial features and vocal tones... It's just information. But you haven't forged any connections yet..."
"Sure," I said, shrugging. "Let's go with that."
"Okay, then, Raven!" he said brightly, looking me in the eyes again. I stared flatly, and he sighed. "C'mon, it was that or Joy."
"We're going with Joy," I informed him.
He rolled his eyes. "Now you're just being a little sh...ugarbag. Actually, you kind of remind me about myself as a kid, except not..." Stark tilted his head upwards, reminiscing. "Charismatic, nerdy, popular... Well really you don't remind me of myself as a kid at all, I'm just saying that. Anyway, I'm pretty sure we'll have some government people over here soon, they can pick you up, make sure you're not going to fall to pieces or anything..."
As Tony rambled, Hyaa-San spoke up. You are here to protect the planet from non-native creatures, it reminded me.
"Will it interrupt my work?" I interrupted.
He looked at me. "What, you mean shooting weird... monster things with a shotgun?" he asked. "We've got people for that! They have shotguns. Really good ones. They're pretty fancy, I've pissed them off already, they're really responsible people. You'll like 'em."
"Hyaa-San?" I asked.
Mortal projectile weapons are not sufficient to slay a Malice Heart.
"You keep saying that," said Tony. "Hyarzan-"
"Their weapons aren't going to kill the Malice Hearts," I told him. "Give me a target."
"What? No," Stark said. "I'm not letting a girl- what are you, fourteen?-"
Thirteen.
Thirteen? Really? "Thirteen," I said.
He raised his head in exasperation. "Thirteen?" he responded. "Really? But- no, I'm not letting you go off to stab things that have torn holes in brick walls. We don't even know if they're real, or just-"
"Can these wings fly?" I asked.
It is instinctive, said Hyaa-San.
"What's that supposed to-" Stark stopped. "Wait, are you gonna-"
I took a moment to feel out the muscles of my two additional limbs, figured out that they were less 'limbs' and more... something, and promptly did exactly what Tony didn't want me to do.
I beat my wings and took to the sky.
Suddenly I was airborne. The two wings on my back weren't flapping- they weren't even aerodynamic, but I could feel them lifting me upwards. The upper walls of the alleyway passed, and I twisted, getting fully into the open sky. A feeling of elation went through me, I was flying-
Tap. Tap. Tap. "Hey, you do realise you're, uh, not very fast with those things, right?" said one Mr Stark.
I turned over, flying upside-down to look at him. His mask was back on- presumably so he could easily be heard over the wind. "You do realise this is a somewhat novel experience and I would have appreciated being able to appreciate it," I deadpanned.
"And I," said Tony, "would have appreciated talking to someone who didn't just- wait, hang on. What is it, JARVIS?"
"Eh?" I said, confused at the sudden non-sequitur.
"Wall!" He suddenly exited my field of vision, and I realised I (or rather, this body) hadn't eaten yet when I didn't vomit from the speed of my decceleration.
I blinked, having gone from flying through the air to dangling on one foot beside a rather solid-looking brick wall. Such an impact would be of little consequence to you, said Hyaa-San helpfully, and I hoped that meant 'would not be harmful' rather than 'would not be painful'.
"...So, I suppose your dress is magic too, then?" commented Tony. I looked up. Indeed, my dress was somehow- wait, no, magically- floating rather than being worn around my torso as gravity would desire. I shuffled my legs a bit to check- Thank God, I've got some sort of clothes underneath that.
"I'll say thank you," I said, "but I'll also say that I would really like to meet somebody who isn't a complete ass."
"You're welcome," said Tony. "I'll keep that in mind next time I have to save your life. Now that we've established you can't fly without almost breaking your neck, can you please not run off to shoot things with a shotgun?"
"I make no promises, but I shall consider your advice nevertheless," I said.
"Promise it," stressed Tony.
"Myuh," I said nonindicatively.
"C'mon, they're cool guys!"
"Y'know, we should probably have this conversation on the ground," I noted.
"...That... is true, very true," said Tony. "Promise not to immediately fly off again, at least?"
It took me a moment to consider that. However, when the guy directly next to you can outspeed you in moments... "I can do that," I replied, nodding.
He shifted his repulsors a little, and we slowly descended- probably to keep me from hitting my head on the building we landed on, him giving me a minor swing so he could put me down shoulders-first. "So, uh, before you tried to run off- I believe I was asking about this Hyarzan thing you were saying...?" he said.
"Hyaa-San," I corrected. "That's the aforementioned mystical being. It's what I named it, anyway."
"...Y'know, I think we've established three things here," said Tony. "First, that you're even worse at naming things than I am. Second, you really need to work on your Japanese pronunciation. Third... Raven- no, wait, was it Joy or..."
"Fine," I huffed, "Raven then! You were probably just going to tell SHIELD that was my name anyway..."
"Hah! Score one for Tony. But, err..." He tilted his head, gesturing at his ear. "Are you sure it's not just some sort of internal radio receiver or anything?"
"...Y'know that's a good point," I said. "Hyaa-San, what can I do that's blatantly magical and not just teleportation or something? 'Cuz, y'know, HYDRA and stuff."
I do not, in fact, know of any hydras since the Lernean specimen, noted Hyaa-San. You are capable of dominating the minds of your inferiors- I recommend you utilise such a capability to convince him not to follow.
"You do realise HYDRA hasn't been around for- what, more than half a century?" questioned Stark, in a hilariously incorrect manner.
"Yeah, yeah," I said, waving him off. "So would this involve any sort of harm or more-than-half-an-hour effects on free will, sanity or whatever...?"
I shall throttle your capabilities seeing as you are implying a direct request, it responded. You will require practice to perform such instinctively. Hold out your hand.
"I'mma do a harmless magic trick," I told Tony. "Except not a trick because magic." I held up my hand towards him.
"Okaay...?" said Tony, eyeing my shotgun warily.
Now perform an incantation.
"Any incantation...?" I asked.
"Y'know, it's really creepy when you don't break eye contact while you talk to your brain voice," commented Tony. "I mean, talking to your brain voice is creepy anyway, but..."
Any incantation- it is merely to focus. I recommend you perform one you are willing to repeat, it added.
"...Mahou-Shoujo Mind Trick: Open," I said, probably making Tony wince at my awful pronunciation once more. He certainly moved a little when my hand started glowing though. "You now have no reason to keep me from running off."
"...I don't really see how that was supposed to be magic?" asked Tony. "I mean, your hand glowed, but..."
"Can I go now?"
"Yeah, yeah, sure," he said. "But you were going to do some magic...?"
I nodded. "You should ask SHIELD about that," I said, internally cackling at my own shenanigans. "Anyway, see ya!" I beat my wings again, and took to the sky.
"Try not to get killed!" he shouted back. I saw his trail headed back to the tower, and feeling an intense sense of satisfaction, I flew out to find somewhere to figure out my plan from here.
Score One: Magical Girl Grimdark Something. Score Zero: Iron Man.
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"Mister Stark?"
"Huh, Agent Coulson!" said one Tony Stark, a few hours later, turning towards the opened door. "Oh, hi. I'm guessing this is about the creepy flying girl from earlier?"
"It is," he said. "All our attempts to locate her have failed after you gave her permission to leave, even though she still seemed quite inclined to listen to your instructions. Is there any particular reason for that?"
"Didn't really have a reason not to," he replied. shrugging. "But enough about that- she mentioned asking you about what 'magic' she did?"
"...Magic," questioned Coulson, one eyebrow slightly raised.
"Yeah, her hand went glowy and she said- JARVIS, what did she say again?"
"I'll play back the recording," said JARVIS. "It was:"
The recording came back, crisp and clear. "Mahou Shoujo Mind Trick: Open. You now have no reason to keep me from running off."
The two men looked at each other.
"...It appears our new friend enjoys Star Wars," said Phil politely. Tony started cursing.
- Location
- Madrid
Ah, always refreshing to see the classics!
- Location
- Wales
This was glorious, I'm very exited to see where this goes because honestly eldritch magical girl seems like it's going to be hilarious.
Terran Imperium
[French]
- Location
- Southern France
Definitely following this, it looks awesome, I'm already wanting more.
Does Raven always talk in monotone as well? That will be the cherry on the cake. Imagine her actually being happy/enthusiastic about something but it comes out as a deadpan sarcastic 'Yay.'
Does Raven always talk in monotone as well? That will be the cherry on the cake. Imagine her actually being happy/enthusiastic about something but it comes out as a deadpan sarcastic 'Yay.'