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Perhaps For Love, Or Maybe Justice (A Tokusatsu/Magical Girl Quest)

Alright, what weapon should Akemi have?

  • Let her keep the gun!

    Votes: 9 33.3%

  • Give her a sword!

    Votes: 10 37.0%

  • More Magic!

    Votes: 6 22.2%

  • Hand to Hand!

    Votes: 2 7.4%
  • Total voters
    27
  • Poll closed .
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Kermie said:
It isn't. And no, she's nobody's sibling. I only did that twice!
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Once is occurrence
Twice is a coincidence
We still dont have three times but who knows, it might happen. We might get a pattern.
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If I had a Nickels everytime Kermie made a surprise sibling relation, we would have two nickels. Which isnt a lot, but its weird that it has happened twice.
 
Also, last post before I dip. (Managed to get Metaphor Re fantazio) we made it to a 100 pages!

Edit: still gone, but I lasted 45 minutes before I had to ask for a refund. The game Lagged badly and stuttered. Not to mention the graphics. Im honestly sad. I saw another person playing it and compared it to mine. Night. And. Day. I guess my computer is just not capable of handling it...
 
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A disgusting, perverted dream. One drenched deep in a lie that comforts far more than any truth.

Wonderful chapter, has really gotten me to think on just how... wrong that dream and promise, tainted in black tar and baking under a crimson sun, truly is
 
SolarGemX said:
Also, last post before I dip. (Managed to get Metaphor Re fantazio) we made it to a 100 pages!
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…hm, isn't that funny? We've surpassed Space Oddity by about double its thread length. Sure, some of that was AU discussion and rolling, but plenty of that was just plain old update discussion.

Thanks for reading, everybody. We've hit 100k words. Let's get to 250k by next Christmas!
 
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Omake: A Twisted, Beautiful Dream (canon) New
  • Apocrypha

    • A Twisted, Beautiful Dream

    Soundtrack: City of Shadow - AZALI

    Laying low in the dirt, a shattered skull mask wearing man struggles to stand, body refusing their desire to rise from the filth they can taste in their mouth.

    The moon above is shining bright, all of its surface in view, yet it's so dark. The flows and plants that wave in the nighttime winds waltzing like shadows, their colors traded away, becoming only silhouettes.

    But the woman before him, illuminated by moonlight, the deep crimson dress barely covered their arms and legs, the black stockings into red heeled boots, the fishnet wrappings that covered her arms and the palms of each hand.

    The amber light of her hair, the green depths of her eyes.

    Each and every color on the demon's form radiant, rarely a scratch on their finish.

    The world was quiet, the only noise from flowers dancing with tired winds.

    As if there was no struggle here, a fight of life clashing life. Of the red stained in the grass behind him. Of the bodies that didn't breathe.

    This woman- this monster… she smiled down at him, at his struggles, at the futility of continuing a fight that hadn't even caused her to sweat.

    Knowing he was still alive, knowing yet not moving from the unnatural way the moonlight descended upon her enrapturing presence.

    And yet, as if she was waiting for the perfect time, as the man finally rose to his knees…

    She spoke.

    "Why do you fight?"

    The man let out a blood laugh, straining green with crimson.

    "For the promised world we will make…"

    The scarlet woman hummed, stepping across the grass plain to look down at the struggling soul.

    "What kind of promised world?"

    "One with no magic… no heroes and monsters… without death and hardship-"

    The man lunged upwards, knife in hand, swinging wildly for the lady who so arrogantly got in his range, "WITHOUT PEOPLE LIKE YOU!"

    Yet it was pointless, for the next thing he knew was pain.

    On the ground he layed, knocked away with a simple movement, and with one less arm, which he cradled the stump of as he screamed.

    "There will always be monsters," the woman began, from under moonlight once again she said, striding step by step towards the agonised fighter of the dark, barely registering the world over the pain roaring through his flesh.

    "There will always be someone who will kill," Her stride took her closer to shivering prey.

    "There will always be exploitation of those unfortunate," Her dress bellowed in the wind.

    "There will always be those who harm and maim something pure," Her sole crushed a blooming white flower in her path.

    "Magic that allows for miracles, Technology that allows new opportunities…"

    The woman in the crimson dress leaned down, lifting the bleeding man skyward, her unhidden eyes meeting the ones that said behind that broken mask.

    "It matters not if they exist or not, those tragedies will simply continue in another form."

    Her free arm waved to the moon and stars above, "Have you thought of the monster that eats at the world, the very demon people unleashed, changing the climate for the worst?"

    With a deceptively short motion, the man crashed into the ground, crushing plants and uprooting flowers in the impact.

    "Have you thought of the pollution that people unearth from below, that they allowed to spill out and taint the seas and very food we eat, the only reason being carelessness and greed?"

    A gargle was her only response.

    "... You say you wanted to fight for that world? The one promised to you?

    "Then why must you use power that only consumes. Summon souls warped and twisted by tainted influence, and usher in havoc and despair to reach a world of… of peace?"

    There was no response.

    The woman still knew she was heard.

    "You will die here.

    "You're dream ruined the moment it was planted… your life ended because of a lie you heard, so melodic that you turned your back on harsh truth."

    The crimson woman looked towards the sky, a bittersweet smile reaching to her eyes as wind danced past her legs, dress swaying in the midnight air.

    "These are the words I want to declare to you."

    "Oh, once leader of mine."

    The next morning, a group of seventeen bodies were discovered in an empty plain near the borders of Tokyo by authorities, all victims showing signs of dismemberment and each wearing matching costumes with a skeleton motif.
     
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