Fou's Snippet Thread

Fou-san · 2025-06-19T09:27:06+0100

Taylor stood in the parking garage, the Undersiders and Travelers behind her as she stared Jack Slash down with nothing but a kitchen knife in hand.

"What's this?" Cherish asked, bewildered by the calming dull tone of Taylor that wouldn't budge when she tried to use her power. "Interesting..."
Cherish pushed harder only for Taylor to almost imperceptibly tremble.

"Very interesting, she stands before us with nothing but a kitchen knife!" Jack smiled as he watched Taylor stand there, she nervously palmed her knife for a bit.

Tattletale could only stare at Taylor, the girl she occasionally saw in a suit on the boardwalk, she was somewhat dressed down missing just her jacket however there was a mysterious bulge in her pants.

'Most likely a gun, Pistol, 9mm-'

"You being here endangers my family," Taylor spoke matter-of-factly, earning a bloodthirsty smile from Jack as he thought he found what seemed like a prime Nominee for him.

Jack looked to Charish with the same smile while asking the fated question, Taylor repositioned the knife in her hand.

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"How are our potential recru-" Jack was cut off by Taylor's shoe scuffing the ground.

He barely had a second before she sprinted forward, with a jump she kicked off a stone pillar and launched at Bonesaw.

Siberian moved in front of the girl with her claws out at the ready, only for Taylor to expertly kick off the Siberian's arm and to the ground rolling between her legs she quickly lunges again at Bonesaw while Siberian twirled around just in time to see her decapitate the little girl.

Taylor fell forward and quickly landed on her shoulders and expertly applied aikido while break dancing to redirect the Siberian's attack into Cherish's head, Jack had already backed off while Mannequin's arms quickly struck out at her only to be dodged by her jumping above them, Burnscar launched some fire at the girl mid-air only for it to miss as Taylor flipped and used Mannequin's extended arm for leverage to pull her self down.

The Siberian lashed out again, rolling into standing position Taylor went with the flow of the attack and used the Siberian as cover from Mannequin and Jack while sending Siberian at Jack who happened to get too close for comfort.

Right as Shatterbird started to sing Taylor whipped out a 'TTI Pit Viper' and fired a couple of shots at Shatterbird who wasn't prepared for the 'HEI' rounds the explosive rounds were not good for the bird's health let alone the fact that she was now on fire from White Phosphorous.

Mannequin's internal rifle just nearly missed her head as she dropped to the floor and dumped the rest of her mag into Bonesaw's body, the White Phosphorous would keep her down and out of the fight. The fire however just empowered the Psychopathic Burnscar.

Quickly doing a handstand spring she got up before running away from the fire, sliding on the ground she just barely dodges the concussive fire blast, quickly dashing behind a stone pillar as twin flamethrower-like jets impact the stone Pillar and start to melt it. A quick flash of light happened right before the pillar was melted through, leaving behind melted liquid concrete, Burnscar laughed at her perceived Victory.

The gunshot was the last thing she heard, the hollow point round leaving a giant hole in Burn's forehead.

Siberian and Crawler rushed her from two sides, a quick jump up and redirection of the Siberian's attack into Crawler had him done and out for life as Mannequin's Arm wrapped around her mid-Air while Jack sent another slash at her.

By now the rest of the parahumans had made their escape, the PRT was already alerted to the 9's presence in the parking garage.

Jack was feeling elated at such a good Nominee, unfortunately, she had to die. He watched as she continued to move up in the air toward the ceiling while Mannequin held her there, what he didn't expect was for her to maneuver the Gun and dump about 7-8 rounds into the chain on the arm letting her drop to the ground and dodge Jack's Slash.

The Siberian didn't give her any breathing room, but unfortunately for Manton in his van, his free trial of life has expired. What seemed like a stay round going off into the distance that missed the Siberian was in actuality a carefully placed bullet that would go through a Door and straight into Manton's head.

It was to the surprise of both Mannequin and Jack when the Siberian simply winked out of existence, Taylor taking the moment of peace slowly walked forward while changing her Mag out for a fresh one. It was the brief respite she needed before Jack was instantly on her.

Never once did her knife leave her hands in this entire confrontation, something that could be called commendable, A quick lean to the left had her dodge Jack's Slash as she used her natural flexibility to her advantage with cartwheel escape.

Getting back up she rushed and lashed out at Jack and nicked his shoulder getting him to pause and stare at it long enough for her to rush Mannequin, who had released gas like he was a squid who just inked to save itself. Jack was on her back not a moment later and stabbed down.

She leaped to her left out of the way and into a roll, standing up she reached into her pants pocket and pulled out a gas mask, Jack wouldn't give her the time to put it on so she had to make time playing cat and mouse with him as Mannequin lashed out with all his arm's and their blades as well as his internal rifle.

She found a brief respite with the stone pillars around the parking garage, ducking behind them and changing positions fast enough that they both lost track of her. This allowed her to put on the gas mask and then rush Mannequin from behind who turned just in time to see her right there as she mag dumped into his vital organs with AP rounds.

Quickly leaving the area of fas she's left face to face with Jack Slash who stopped grinning, after all, this seemingly harmless girl just dispatched 8 out of the 9 members of the SlaughterHouse 9! Jack seemed to want to say something but she lashed out at his throat, with speed and efficacy.
This battle left no room for banter or speaking as she relentlessly pursued him, she quickly discarded the gas mask for better vision. Their blade clashed against each other until Jack was slowly losing the lead in this fight. A quick tempo change had Taylor take full control of the fight.

The loud roar of a motorcycle engine gathered enough of jacks attention that Taylor Swooped in and decapitated Jack Slash, thus ending the last of the Slaughterhouse 9.

Vehicles pulled up to the parking garage, Numerous Dragon's Teeth at ready led by Legend, Eidolon, and Alexandria. Walking into the Garage they saw Taylor standing over Jack's lifeless body as she quietly cleaned her knife before putting it away.

Turning around she saw the Triumvirate at the ready to fight the S9, however, they were already dead. It was at this moment that Taylor finally broke down and started wailing as she dropped to the floor in fetal position.

Seeing as the situation was over Alexandria Sent the Dragon's Teeth Back, while Legend and Eidolon approached Taylor, Legend awkwardly tried to comfort her as Eidolon pulled out his phone.

They were quickly Joined by Alexandria just before a Door opened and Contessa walked out, looking over the destruction, she nodded. The path had clear once more, the path to saving humanity from Scion, who knew it would be done by a girl who didn't even have the ability to be a Parahuman or survive one of the Vials?

Chapter Name:
- KOBENI GOD MODE TAYLOR -

Whoooooo! That was a doozy, Anyways, Kobeni God Mode meme got stuck in my head and then this idea popped out.

Anyways, a little bit of Extra Lore for this "AU",

* Contessa's path changed, showing her Taylor (Who doesn't have Corona Pollentia) being absolute god mode when it comes to deleting enemies which that shows her a path to peacefully get Scion to kill himself without him destroying all Earths.

* Contessa Basically took Taylor under her wing and taught her everything she needed to know, how to fight ETC.

Yes, Taylor was dressing like Kobeni and going around the board walk on her days off.

Forgot to add this, but this was the "YT Short" that pushed me to make this

Fou-san · 2025-06-19T09:29:52+0100

The rain was pouring like a waterfall as cape after cape fell to Leviathan, taking down as many of them as he could with his sheer mass and echo. He tore down buildings with force as the rain continued to pelt everyone on the ground. He moved with such speed that many of the ranged attacks couldn't hit him, and those that did he tanked.

Legends lasers barely did more than make the Endbringers' skin glow from the heat, Alexandria's attack did nothing more than a fucking bug bite! Dragon's suit covering him in plasma and kamikazeing it did fucking nothing, it was a futile effort as everyone wailed on the creature from the depths.

And then it started,

"WILL THE WHOLE WORLD KNOW YOUR NAMES!?"

The singing caused even Leviathan to pause, there standing on top of the PRT headquarters downtown. Speakers set up behind her as she took the mic from the stand and screamed once more.

"WHEN WE DANCE WITH DESTINYYYYYY!"

Her words were like a flare to Leviathan, he instantly started rushing toward her as her bright orange hair flew in the air from the bass produced by the speakers.

"I'VE BEEN THERE, AND I'VE SEEN IT!"

The capes flying around and in front of Leviathan now ignored in favour of the girl, moved to stop him from approaching what looked like a civilian.

"I'M NEVER GONNA STOP BELIEVING!"

Another Dragon suit rushed in front of Leviathan and Kamikazed threw its head back and bought enough time for her to start.

"YOU'LL FIND YOUR FLAAAAAAAAAAAAMEEEEE!"

Leviathan redoubled his efforts once more only to be knocked back by Alexandria once more.

"OHH, WE CAN SAVE THE DAYYYYYYYYYYY!"

And then her fateful words, the ones that saved many that day as she screamed into the mic at full force.

"DON'T DIEEEEEEEEEEEEE!"

With newfound vigour, the capes fought yet again.

"WE WOOOOOOON'T BACK DOOOOOOOOOOWN!"

The guitars came over the speakers blasting the tsunami back as the drums smashed, Hookwolf rushed as if given all types of enhancing drugs. He went so fast he was running across the water and slammed directly into Levithan's chest with enough force to send it onto its back. He didn't stay there for long and quickly got back on his feet, and whipped its tail knocking Alexandria away at high speeds.

Browbeat's muscle fibres bulged with strength and visibility swelled breaking his costumed and growing to portions that were vastly disproportionate to his body, pulling an arm back he launched forward like a missile and into Levithan's spine as it whipped around and destroyed buildings, the fibres rippled as he made contact with Leviathan and pushed it back toward the boardwalk.

Levithan was even faster back on his feet and in front of Browbeat with a devastating attack that was instead taken by Aegis who pushed him out of the way, Aegis was smashed into the ground and under the water with enough force that he would be bothering but a smear on the floor. If not for Strider going on a mass teleporting spree to bring Capes in and out of the fight in the blink of an eye Aegis would be dead.

"OHH, WE CAN SAVE THE DAY!"

The rock/metal music enhanced every single capes ability and the ranged attacks that would previously miss started to hit with even more force, Miss Millita had taken some of Bakudas old grenades and used the against Levithan, which unfortunately got Dauntless stuck within a time loop that was meant for Leviathan.

Velocity was speeding around pulling people out of dangerous attacks, Shielder riding along to act as his namesake with his upgraded Forcefields, Manpower himself took a couple of hits meant for others with little to no damage to himself.

Hookwolf was speeding around Leviathan and leaving chunks of metal behind for Kaiser to create giant constructs out of, spears and swords slamming and slicing into Levithan as he was further pushed back.

"YOU'LL FIND YOUR FLAAAAAAAAAAAAMEEEEE!"

Gallant's charged a particularly nasty blast that combined with another attack from Alexandria and knocked Leviathan into the bay as it desperately tried to attack the singing girl, he was repeatedly pushed back into the bay despite his desperate attacks.

"Now, here we go, it's the end of the show...

Hear them, they're calling your name...

'Cause in the end it's you and your friends...

You'll find your flame..."

When the music stopped everyone took a second to watch as Leviathan, missing a tail courtesy of Armsmaster, and when he finally disappeared into the horizon... They cheered, they cheered because, for the first time in a long time, they had almost no losses.

And when they turned to thank the one who made it possible, she was gone, the giant speakers she set up atop the PRT ENE Headquarters with the mic and its stand stood there as the sun came back, shining directly on her spot.

Her voice and orange hair were all anybody ever remembered of her, she saved a lot of people's lives with her own Trump Power, so her stuff was left there to immortalize her help.

Chapter Name:
- Find your flame -

Alright, not going to lie, Find your Flame from sonic frontiers has been taking up too much brain space and I needed that shit out of my fickin head man.

For the part I descried Browbeat with, I was thinking of Muscular from MHA, it fits if you ask me.

Honestly I just needed this out of my head.

Fou-san · 2025-06-19T09:30:16+0100

Trigger warning: Nazi's, What do you expect?

Brockton Bay General Hospital, Deans office. 2:34 AM

Sasaki was enjoying a meal when a knock arrived at his door, it took a minute for him to clean up his desk and remove the blood from his face.

"Come in."

His smooth voice called out, the door opened and admitted one of the Specialist surgeons.

"Haise Sir, we have another surgery that needs to be seen ASAP."

The Specialist surgeon spoke with upmost urgency in her voice, she had taken a glance at his Neurosurgery on the wall behind the Hospital's dean.
He was the best Neurosurgeon they had on hand at the moment, as Panacea couldn't do brains he was the next best choice.

"Alright, prep the OR for me, I'll be down in a minute." He sighed and put a hand on his forehead for naught a second before speaking and standing up.

He had white hair with black streaks growing out from the crown, two thick lines running diagonally from under his left eye all the way down the left side of his face. Many doctors were busy as he walked past them on his way to the elevator, the hospital had a recent uptake in admittances from the recent E88 and ABB skirmish yesterday.

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How long have I been in this world now? Today's my anniversary for coming to Earth Bet, is it not?

23–24 years now?

Those early years were hard, weren't they?

That they were Haise, are you going to let me out tonight? I want to indulge myself on some Nazi FUCKS.

That depends, Kaneki, will I have to wrestle control again?

As long as I get to have my fill.

That's not good enough, and you know it, I don't like to binge like you.

Yeah, Yeah, Yeah. You wine and dine like some gourmet.

Hah, I suppose as long as we don't encounter any 'Heros' we'll be fine.

YES, YES, YES, YESYES, YESYESYES, YESYESYESYESYESYESYESYESYESYES-

Continue that.

FINE. Heads up though, Panacea.

Enjoy tonight, we've been going out on too many binges, so we'll need to lie low after.

You mean, "I" will have to lie low. After all, I'm just a fracture of your mind you conjured to shackle with your hunger in the early years.

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"Panacea." Sasaki stopped as he watched her walk down the corridor with her mind in other places. She froze and looked up at his surprisingly tall height of 6' 4".

"You mind telling what you're doing at the hospital at,-" He paused to check his watch, lifting his sleeve and leaving more of his porcelain white skin on display. -"2:36 Ante Meridiem? You're not supposed to be here more than 60 hours a week." He said, his sleeve dropping down his arms as he stuffed his hands in his pocket.

Just before she spoke, he sighed, shook his head and continued on his way to the OR, "Amelia, Room 435, it's still set up. There's some of my Curry, water and a nice comfy cot. Heat up yourself a meal and sleep, you'll burn yourself out sooner or later... Remember to continue that exercise I assigned to you, a mental breakdown is never fun."

He spoke while waving his hand behind him at her, he had figured her out nearly on the spot after minimal interaction, combined with his knowledge of this place and his own insight into the human mind... he treats her with respect rather than as a healing machine that others often treated her as.

Arriving at the OR, he starts to take his coat off and get ready for the surgery he would be completing.

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"Image guidance, stat." Dr. Wolfenstein said.

"We don't have time for that. The lead is leaching into the cerebral column and will cause a rapid onset shutdown of his nervous system." Sasaki spoke with upmost haste.

"Dr. Sasaki, you can't do it free hand." she said as she started to prep for-

"Dr. Wolfenstein, I am the dean of the Hospital, and I've been a neurosurgeon for nearly a decade. I can and I will." He said, as the rest of the room started to prepare for the free-hand neurosurgery.

"This isn't a time for showing off, Haise." She said angrily.

"Elizabeth, I do not care for your connections to the E88. It mattes nought to me whether the man in front of me is black or not. Even if you want to do this by the book we do not have the time, whether your intentions are truly to do it by the book or to stall time to allow this man to die I do not. Care."

He had turned to her with a fierce glare, one that not many in the hospital were subject to, but one many never wanted to be on the receiving end.

"I understand that it is most likely your wanting to do things by the books, however we have naught the time to act in this situation. Either help me or leave my OR."

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"Thank you so much for saving my boy!" The woman was supposedly the mother of the teenager he had just saved in surgery not long ago., she was crying as she hugged Haise.

"It really was nothing, ma'am, I'm just doing my job." He said as he pat her back.

Using our Kagune, a predatory organ, to do brain surgery with the most precise guiding you could do with it?

I know you disapprove of it Kaneki, however I've elected to not give a fuck.

I Fucking DESPISE it.

"We'll make sure his stay at the hospital is as comfortable as possible." He said with a sweet smile as the woman left for her son's room, he watched Dr. Wolfenstein hover around the area, her blonde hair easy to pick out as she paced looking for the right words to say to Haise. She was too distracted by her thought to notice him walk up behind her.

"Elizabeth." His voice held no emotion as he watched her whip around to face his chest, her eyes slowly trailed up his body to meet his.

"Despite your familial relationship with the E88, you've told me about in confidence. As I said before, I do not know whether your intentions are truly to do it by the book or influenced by your upbringing." He spoke as he turned and started to walk, a small nod from his head beckoned her to join him.

"I'm-" She started to speak, only to be cut off by a hand from Haise, he led them around the hospital to a quiet end of a hallway where he stopped.

*Bam*

He arms were shoved above her head as he leaned down to be face to face with her 5' 3" frame, he stared her dead in the eye, his void of emotion and sent a chill up her spine as she was pined where she was no escape.

THERE'S NO ONE NEARBY, THERE ARE NO CAMERAS.

"I've been a neurosurgeon for nearly a decade, Elizabeth, I understand that you yourself are in charge of the neurology division. However, this is my Hospital, that was MY operating room. When I make a critical decision to save a life, you may criticise me after I have finished. I do not need you undermining my authority in the OR."

LET ME OUT, LET ME CONSUME HER RIGHT HERE AND NOW, HAISE.

He spoke, his voice much deeper and his hot breath brushed against her neck. He was normally a calm and cheerful character, however when he loses his cool... She wasn't the first to dressed down verbally from hotshots undermining his diagnosis, he had the decency to at least do this not in front of her co-workers, meaning he was tolerating her actions just barely.

"The next time you do such a thing where I am in charge, I will dress you down and relive you of your position. Just as I had everyone's predecessors, just like mine who allowed the most powerful healer in the world to work until they burn themselves out. I've brought you here out of respect for your work and willingness to be a decent human being."

He put a finger to her lips when she tried to speak.

"You will be on holiday for the next week, it will be paid, and I will not see you until that week is over unless you are absolutely necessary." He said before standing up straight and letting her arms drop to her side, she rubbed her wrists as she watched him walk away.

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NOOOOOOOOOOO!

Ken, If I hear another word about eating people from you tonight before your hunt for the Nazi's. I will not let you go.

Fine.

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Brockton Bay had originally been a big trading post and port, back when America was being colonized. Its location was chosen because of the aquifer (which provided fresh water) and proximity to the coast (which provided access to trade routes.) During its heyday, trains and ships were constantly coming to and from the city, carrying goods. The north end of the Bay was given over almost entirely to the shipping industry, and there was a regular ferry across the Bay. *

That all changed when Leviathan became a thing and dried up import/export business in Brockton Bay. It truly was a city to behold in its golden days, now it was infested with the likes of the E88, ABB and the Merchants.

Marquis at least kept the villains in-line.

No matter how much you want us to attack new-wave, we can't.

Life was so much better under the Marquis, he stuck to his code.

That he did even in the face of Jack Slash and the S9, he stuck to that code with nothing more the ferociousness...

It was truly a battle to behold.

It's time.

heh. hehheh. HA. HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAH!

Haise- Kankei leaned back and raised his arms out the side as he laughed to the world atop the unfinished building they stop atop.

"The hunt, BEGINS"

And with those words he leans forward as he hair changes to jet black, he fell through the air with his black Arima Squad outfit whipping in the wind behind him.

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"Go on, kid, prove that you have the resolve to be a True Aryan!" A big burly man in his thirties pushed a skinny Blonde haired boy with blue eyes forward. His body trembling as he held a baseball bat in hands, of course this was by design from the man and his two sidekicks gigged along.

They knew the boy didn't have it in him, they wanted him to fail, so they could jump the kid for all he was worth. They get to beat a dirty nigger to death and quite possibly kick the kids shit in, or beat the guy to death and blame it on the kid.

*SQUELCH*

'Huh?'

The man looked down, only to see a Tendril that's gone straight through his heart.

"The boy turned around at the sound screaming droping the bat and started running, the 2 minions turned to look behind their boss only to see a black haird man in black clothing with a black-longe-nosed mask. He hand his hands out infront of him and was aplying pressure to his right pointer finger joint.

"Oshiete, oshiete yo sono shikumi wo."

*CRACK*

A loud crack sound rang out and the mans joint poped with sound, and with lighting speed the sidekick's heads were impaled on 2 other Tendrills.

"Boku no naka ni dare ga iru no?"

That was the last thing's they heard from the thing speaking Chinky, the three bodies were brought close to the creature as it lifted the mask. It ripped into the first throat and continued to ravange the body like a starved animal that wanted nothing more than to goruge itself on the prey in front of it. the mooks bodies droped to the ground as it continued to eat on it's hands and knees spreading the blood alround as it continued to sing and indulge itself on its meal.

Chapter Name:
- Unravel me untill my hunger consumes me -

Fou-san · 2025-06-19T09:30:38+0100

"CAN'T ESCAPE FROM CROSSING FATE"

My voice screamed into the night, heard by many, a declaration of war.

I felt my body meld, the Susanoo Unit coming into existence, the flames of Lung nipping across the exterior of my new body.
The power manifesting Across my body in green lighting as I release a roar to rival Lung's own.

"FIGHT"

My voice, echoed through the air. Like a dying breath on the wind, gently kissing the ears of those near.

I soared into the sky, above the flames, I felt the urge to tilt forward, and so I did.

Green energy coalesced around my somersaulting form like a demented chainsaw, biting into the Dragon's scales before I slammed into the gravel roof. The green exploding up in front of me, launching him into the air and pushing him away from, he landed on his back and quickly pushed himself up, growing bigger as the flames burned on his scales.

"I'll kill you!" He screamed as he rushed forward, his hand thrown with a gust of flame

"Such blasphemy..." I couldn't help it, the line coming from my mouth as naturally as water flowed, my body moving to block as I tried to backpedal. My arm raised in front of my head as if to protect it when a blue barrier appeared, stopping the gout of flames from reaching me.

"... IS WORTHY OF DEATH" I felt myself grin madly as I let out a howl of rage, it was an explosive boiling rage simmering under my skin begging to be released.

A giant beast pounced on my prey, the rage grew even hotter at the thought of something interrupting my fight, Lung was now on his knees, holding of the beast's Sizable claws away from his face.

My hands touched the floor as my energy flared around me, sending me forward, just before I hit both I twisted, "FLY!" my leg swing up and launching the beast. It flew through the air and deftly landed on its feet, a whistle sending it after me, it hit me, yet I knew what to do, my Duo was already selected for me when I didn't pick one.

"WORSHIP ME" I howled, my body blinked red as my consciousness moved from the Susanoo Unit to Ragna the Bloodedge.

"I got this." My voice was rough and rumble, my entry delayed, allowing the beast to launch off the roof with Lung to the street level. My eyes staring directly at the girl who would save this world at the cost of her arm, the sound of two more impacts making both of us look to the other side of the roof, two creatures similar to the one I had just escaped joined the fray, I made no move, instead looking at my arms, the red coat feeling oddly comforting and my right arm feeling slightly disconnected.

Taylor watched the Undersides slide off the back's of Bitches monsters, wary of me and what I might do, seeing as I appeared to be on the same side as Susan. They approached cautiously, Grue focusing on Taylor, Tattletale seemed to have her perpetual smile, but the whispering of the Azure told me she was wary of me no selling her.

"You really saved us a lot of trouble," he told her. His voice was deep, masculine, but muffled by the helmet he wore. His costume unchanged from the main story, he reached out a hand for her, and held it there as she stared at him.

"I wouldn't recommend getting involved with these idiots." I ain't here to fix shit, so I might as well fuck it up and have some fun along the way, Sarah Livsey frowned at my words, trying to pick me apart but only causing herself more of a migraine. She could barely parse out what I was, my name, aliases and titles just barely in her each, the only thing she would be allowed was one thing.

"Grim Reaper..." her face was furred as she whispered, the rooftop silent except for Bitches growls and the sound of Lung fighting an animal, I walked over to the edge to get a better view of the fight, the melted metal and asphalt steaming and stinking.

"When we got word Lung was aiming to come after us tonight, we were pretty freaked. We were arguing strategy for the better part of the day. We eventually decided, fuck it, we'd meet him halfway. Wing it. Not my usual way of doing things, but yeah." Brain said, breaking up the awkward silence, Bitch whistled and sent backup for her pup, I continued to watch as my enemy continued to fight the monstrous dogs.

I ignored their fight to watch the changer get disappointedly curb stomped like a newbie in a fighting game fighting a GM class player, "He's not holding up too well. Gonna feel a helluvalot worse tomorrow." I tuned in just where it got interesting, "Tall dark and totally your type is Grue," My sword was planted into the roof and I put a foot on it as I continued to watch. "Shut the fuck up, Sarah," I interrupted the snark machine, getting a hiss out of her and Grue to ready his smog.

"Little miss know it all Thinker is Tattletale, she does exactly as the name implies," I said, with no little amount of disgust, "The one who takes care of their rides, Bitch, or as the fucking PR machine that is the PRT and good guys call her Hellhound, is a total fucking Bro." Sue me, I like her blunt attitude and no-nonsense beat around the bush bullshit. "Then we have the Heartbroken Runaway Master, Regent, don't tell his father about that, by the way." I pointed at her, my voice becoming rougher and my anger shining through.

They were all on edge now, they saw Susanoo take on Lung without any issue, even if he was weekend.
"Fuck you too, buddy." Regent flipped me the bird, getting a chuckle out of me. "I don't swing that way nor am I into minors, kid, maybe if you found yourself free of daddy's control you might learn to live with yourself." Was I a bit harsh? Maybe... Maybe... Did I give a shit about any of their feelings? Nope. They got in the way of the Crossing fate.

"Yo!" I turned my head to Taylor, "You, I don't know you..." I pointed out, lying as easy as I breathed, I rubbed my chin in thought, noticing the way she acted. "You're pretty fucking skittish, so I'm just gonna call you Skitter." I turned back to the fight as Tats finally grew a pair of tits and decided to start snarking me.

"Oh, the strong mystical type, who covers up his own emotional baggage by insulting everyone." Her face was looking very punchable and smug, her voice oozing her superiority complex. "Oh look, it's the bitch that needs to be the smartest in the room." I deadpanned, Alec snorted and crossed his arms.

"Heads up. We've gotta scram." Tats said suddenly, her face showing her displeasure at not getting anything out of me, nor even riling me up, the Beast's met the building with impacts, "Don't take that Ride, Skitter, you won't like what's on the other side." I was suddenly behind her, the air whooshing from my dash, my elbow on her shoulder as I stared down Tattletale with a smug smirk of my own. She shook her head at Grue, knowing I would cause an issue if she tried to go with them.

"I know about Mr. Shaft up his own arse coming, I'll Handel things, go tell coil I'll be dropping by for a chat, an unknown Parahuman will set him on edge." I laughed as they bounded away, the sound of a souped up motorcycle coming along as Taylor started to have a panic attack from the whiplash of what just happened, I didn't give more than a sigh before...

*Slap*

I gave her a nice little slap to the face, knocking her out of stupor as I put my hands on her shoulder, "Wake up Skitter! C'mon, Skitter, we've got to hide the body! There's no cheese and crackers in prison, Skitter." I was lightly shaking her as I thought of Wallace and Gromit meme. "What?" She sounded so lost, like a little puppy... So I slapped her again, to get her out of her stupor, "OW!" She held her cheek, the mask doing almost nothing to prevent the pain.

It was to this scene that Blastmaster, the one who's a goddamn glory hound and nothing like his Defiant self yet, arrived. A man around the same age as him, shaking a new younger cape by the arms with their foreheads almost touch and yelling something about Cheese and Crackers... He was clearly insane.

"Halt! Stop shaking the cape and step away!" He shouted at us, both of our heads turned towards him, he stayed silent, he could obviously see my wide eyes.

"Why'd you have to go and ruin a perfectly good hazing Pastmaster." I let go of Taylor's arms and scratched the back of my head, "Finish!" I heard my voice, not Ragna's, shout. "Well shit." Ragna's form flickered, and I returned to my normal self... Or at least, normal self for this stupid world, Azure damn it...

"You're just a child!?" Taylor yelled while doing a perfect Spider-man pointing meme, I gotta get in on this action, taking a similar pose and yelling. "And you're a depressed 15-16 year old being bullied by Sophia Hess!" That got both to freeze, Armsmaster froze because it was the name of his most troublesome ward, Taylor froze because he just aired out some of her dirty laundry for the big man to hear.

"You're telling the truth." It was a definitive statement, startling Taylor from her frozen bafflement at seeing what could be no older than an 12 year to come from a 6ft or so tall man.

Armsmaster's eyes roamed over the roof, the fire having leaving obvious damage,

"Do either of you need a hospital?" He asked, getting both of our attentions, he was particularly focused on me... How do I get outta of this situation... Am I pacing again? "You are." Taylor's dry response also told me that I was thinking out loud again, shit balls. "I don't think you're allowed to say that" she said with a dry tone of dead embarrassment.

"Hmmmmmmmm." Maybe if ignore them, they will go away. Taylor looked at Shitbeard as if to ask if this was normal, well most certinally not for one like I, Leonia Voreoti, and- "Goddamn bullshit, I did it again!" I shouted and ruffled my hair. "Hey! Efficiency dude!" Armsmaster sighed at my insult's. "Yes...?" He rolled his hand as if asking for my name, my cape name, procedures and all that bullshit.

"Azure, Azure Flamed Grimoire, the true BlazBlue." I sighed, kicking a rock, "Take your pick, it wont matter much anyway.... Oi. Skitter" Taylor flinched from her creeping away and turned back to us, I could see the fear in her body lanquge. "You fought with Lung longer then I was able to, mind explaining what the fuck happened to him?" I asked as I started to stretch my legs, pointing at bastardmaster over my shoulder.

Tonight was a good night, I'll show you a sweet dream next night

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(1911 Words)

Alright, so, let me introdouce, Leonia Voreoti.

Leonia Voreoti, Reincarnated into the world of worm as the Azure Will From BlazBlue. Without the Reality bending omnipotent force that can grant anything is so desired.

She uses spefically the Cross Tag Battle game and roster, *Wait what about her past life* Uninportant other then she was a Hikikomori, A neet, whatever, she played a shit ton of BBTAG.

To use her powers she must cross fate, AKA, say "CAN'T ESCAPE FROM CROSSING FATE" it maters how not, just that she has an opponent to fight.

Fou-san · 2025-06-19T09:31:02+0100

Leonia stared down Armsmaster, her hands cuffed together after she tried to escape yet again. She huffed on the curb of the street as they waited for the PRT normies to arrive... She totally didn't glare at Taylor, who slowly inched away.

With the explanation of what happened to lung, he wasn't going to be pumped with a tranq that might kill him, if fan fiction was influencing reality, but Bastardmaster asked Taylor to say, She tried to slip away but was told to stay because and I quote. "You're a twelve-year-old, you shouldn't be awake right now, you should be enjoying your youth and not fighting gang leaders." The way he slightly titled his head told her that he was listening to the best person on this godforsaken planet, Dragon, at least in her opinion.

And then, after they had gotten to street level near Lung's body, she again tried to slip away down an alley, yet Armsmaster turned to hear at that exact moment and caught her trying to leave… She couldn't outrun the grapple hook of the halberd.

"It's not like this isn't my earth and all of my family and friends are dead." Colin's head snapped to her, as did Taylor, she merely dismissed them as 'insignificant peasant's that don't understand the power of the Azure.' though from the way Taylor hissed in a breath she must've mumbled it out loud again, curse this body's impulsiveness.

"Could you repeat that?" Armsmaster asked, his voice held unease, especially how the young girl who appeared to be around the same age was vista if a bit taller or older, locked eyes with him, her eyes were a black charcoal colour, wearing what was honestly raged and had shaggy hair. The way she spoke and acted, only hinting at how this girl had taken care of herself.

"Its. Not. Like. This. Isn't. My. Earth. And. All. Of. My. Family. And. Friends. Are. Dead." She held a beautiful smile, with a melodic voice... But her eyes were just dead, with no spark of life in them, as if she was going to burn the village just to feel its warmth. The rumble of engines startled the skitter girl into sitting up straighter as Miss. Militia arrived ahead of the convoy.

"Miss. Militia," He nodded to the aforementioned hero, "Lung has been apprehended by these two over here." His voice somewhat strained when mentioned they had captured the infamous leader of the ABB, Hanna looked over to the subbed man, a steel cage welded to the sidewalk keeping him in place as he slumbered.

"Can either of you give me a play-by-play of the events that happened?" Miss. Militia asked, turning to both Taylor and Leonia. "Oh that's easy, Bug girl here," Leo pointed a thumb at the girl, her cuffs jingling and getting what appeared to be a frown from Miss. Militia. "Overheard that fucker over there talking about going after kids, and so she attacked and was backed into a corner on the roof before I jumped in with the Susanoo unit and Ragna the Bloodedge." She breezed past the unfamiliar items, Taylor shrinking as both heroes turned to look at her, "She pumped him full of bug venom before Glory hound over here arrived."

She flipped off Armsmaster with both her hands, his mouth now set in stone as a solid line. This was the most the young girl had spoken, besides constantly insulting him whenever he tried to fish for more information on what happened.

"Now, of-course, I glossed over my involvement, but I'm pretty sure everyone heard me scream my activation phrase." Seeing the confused looks on everyone, she selected Aigis and Es. "CAN'T ESCAPE FROM CROSSING FATE" I felt the system start up of Aigis, my body now taller, the cuffs gone.

"Standby complete." My eyes open, Armsmaster had his halberd out, ready and waiting, an AR-15 Rested comfortably in Militia's hands. "Good morning! Joint operation battle. Here we go!" I Orgia boosted forwards, raming into Armsmaster and sending him skirting across the floor.

"Azure! Stand down, now!" He yelled, I suppose it's only fair to tell him… "Unfortunately, that option is unavailable, opponents designated Miss. Militia and Armsmaster, or Aigis and Es must be incapacitated for the battle to end, or until time runs out." Both grimaced at my words, my voice neutral at all times, "Changing modes!" I blinked red, "Return to safety." I was now Es Mitsurugi, I was now smaller than both Armsy and Miss gunny, I noticed Taylor lock onto my bigger… assets, obvious jealousy.

"Go!" Hannah shouted, firing a couple rubber rounds at my head, the blue barrier coming up as I block, Armsmaster's halberd going for my feet in a sweeping motion, jumping over him, I spin, creating a glass like structure of energy that blooms into a spiky but elegant design and launching him away.

I get hit by a bullet but immediately swap midair, Aigis' robotic body slammed into Militia's stomach, sending her flying back, but just before she got out of reach I grabbed her, my hand turning into an explosive and knocking her out.

"Commencing high mobility assault." I said Orgia dashing over the downed Miss Militia, Taylor had chosen now to send a swath of bugs after me and hopefully stop me.

"Targets changed, Skitter and Armsmaster, opponents' combined output is predicted at 200%" I smiled, she had joined the battle and tagged out miss Militia, the Troopers stood back, "Fire everything!" My back opened up and unleashed 6 different rocket launches, all of them firing at the man in blue armour, who finally rushed me again. The blasted him back into the wall which he bounced off of and into my waiting embrace, hitting him with a grab explosion I jumped kicking him in the air and doing it again before finally ending with another Pandora Missile Launcher.

"Target eliminated." Their chest's still rose and fell, I turned towards Taylor and raise an arm. "Paladion numbers…-" I flew in the air a bit, numerous bits of gunfire hitting Taylor and sending her a bit into the air, a giant gun appearing beside me. "-set! Maximum Charge Liberator!" the gun charged up and sent a blast of blue energy towards her, hitting her midair and knocking her out. "I've... overheated!" My body was now on the ground smoking. "ASTRAL FINISH!" My body start to blink again, and now I was back to my rags and cuffs on my hands, I turned towards the PRT troopers, noticing the Golden Snitch flying above them, I pointed at it.

"This lobby's full fucking SCRUBS! I'm going back to the entrance to hit tactics mode, Y'all better learn how to play this stupid as fighting game!" She flipped them all off and turned around to stomp off, before anyone could do anything she just winked out of existence in a blink, there one moment and gone the next.

I just winked into existence appearing in the entrance of BBTAG, the soothing music I choose, Wings, from the RWBY OST playin.

"Ahh, damn, I really did fuck shit up." Leonia said, her head looking around the place, walking over to the shop she checked the cash she got for defeating those. Just enough to get a meal, a bed and a nice thick wool blanket.

"ROB damn, I know I got what I wanted, but I hate earth bet…" She sighed, pushing her bed next to the shop, and turning the volume down on the jukebox. "Luckily, I have access to the rest of the lobby that was blocked off in game, but the houses cost way too fucking much…" She thought of the 50 million flats being the cheapest, at least the restaurants, even if run by a NPC with only a few lines of dialogue, had decent prices.

"Night Chibikaka's." She waved to the Chibikakas manning the shop, and curled up on her newly purchased bed with her blanket after consuming the bowl of Ramen she bought.

"Tomorrow will be another day to fuck around and find out."

Fou-san · 2025-06-19T09:31:28+0100

So, the muse has run free, again, have this meme that perfectly explains the situation.

A serious note before the snippet, I know basically nothing about Iron mouse, I enjoy the music she takes part in because I like her voice and the memes that come out because of her. I in no way know what Iron mouse looks like or anything about them that isn't up on places like "YouTube Fandom Wiki" and "Ironmouse Wiki" this is an idea that popped into my head and won't leave, so I'm putting it into words. Inaccuracies should be anticipated and accepted, anything in this that might actually be true for Iron Mouse in real life is PURE COINCIDENCE. All other languages that Iron Mouse speaks "English, Japanese, Korean and Spanish" as according to her YouTube fandom Wiki

You know, when one first thinks about transmigration and reincarnation, they think of the usual Anime and Manga and Manhwa shit. Not being turned into your favourite virtual YouTuber, now I'm a feisty Puerto Rican Latino that stands at 4'9"; My skin, a nice light olive colour. My eyes, a light forest green. My hair, a stark white. My body? Smoll and sickly.

"Shut the fuck up!" My voice was a delight at least, but Jesus was Winslow a fucking shit school. Emma Barnes turned to me, the new kid, the sickly immigrant according to my papers, no Green Card Bitches! Dual Citizenship, Puerto Rico and America.

"Excuse me?" Emma seemed to be offended, I could feel Taylor's surprised look on my back, no way did she think this would happen at all. I had slammed the stall door open, startling the four girls, I had been in the world for over a year, slowly building up my Vtuber fans, just like the real Mousey I was popular on the internet for the song covers I did. An army of lawyers at my beck and call.

"Cierra la boca Cabron!" I slipped into Spanish easily, A little stomp getting all the bells on me to jingle. Madison back up a little, her hand on her just as if she had just been shot.

"And who the fuck are you?" Emma stepped forward, easily at least 5'5", she had me dead to rights when it came to height. "Some fucking immigrant bitch, what? Don't got your Green Card yet?" She pushed a finger into my chest, pushing me as she took another step, yet I didn't bend the heel. "How long have you been at this Mentira?" I step forward, getting up in her grill as I fearlessly pushed against her, getting her to take a step back when my mouth almost touched her chest.

"What it matter to you?" Madison chirped up, getting a glare from Emma, she gulped and slightly curled in on her self as Taylor turned to check on her now pristine bag. "It doesn't I'm just curious on why the perras tres are picking on someone with no social standing left?" A small head tilt and shadows over my eyes perfect it, I stared Emma in the eyes, I didn't just get the Tungsten Rat powers, thank god for the Lucifer TV show. "A-a-a." Emma seemed to stumble her words, I drew on her soul, drawing out the deepest darkest secrets, she would tell the truth. "What is it you desire." Sophia's turned on guard against me, my words prodding and welcoming.

"I-I-I" Emma seemed to be uneven, trying to come up for a response, "Oh I see, It makes sense now." I crossed my arms, a hand on my chin in finger gun as I gave them a smirk, I nodded as I took the classic Joseph pose. "'Fuck does it matter to you, Emma is a survivor and strong, unlike the Hebert bitch.' To you!" My smile grew as Sophia stepped forward, saying the line word for word, she stopped afterwards with a gasp. "'What the hell did you do to Sophia!' To you!" Emma faltered when walking to me, her words taken out of her mouth.

"Let me guess, you used to be friends?" I turned toward Taylor, she blinked in surprise, her bag cradled to her chest as she huddled in the stall, hoping for the attention to leave her. "This has been going on since the start of high school, hasn't it." I had a sad smile on my face, looking like the cute angel my body was, I felt my lungs burn as my body ached. "The hell?" Madison muttered, staying by the door. "If I had to say, a year and a half at best?" I looked to Taylor, getting a reluctant nod from her, bewilderment on her face.

"Ne, Ne? Are you really that weak to bully a girl for a year and a half?" Emma's face burned in indignant furry, Sophia joining her, already formulating a plan to get rid of me. "젠장, 쉽게 화를 내시네요?" They obviously couldn't understand me, "Why don't you explain your systematic display of weakness of trampling on those weaker than you?" That ticked them off, their eyes alight with flame as Emma started going over everything that she did to TayTay, every little incident, how she took her mother's flute, how she shoved her in the locker and locked her in there.

Sophia tried to get her to stop, but Emma was too angry at being called weak, just gotta push all the right buttons and people can spill all their little secrets, good thing I have my Flip phone set to record on me. "And that's just what we've done to the fucking insect-" Oh, her rant is done. "What the fuck do you think you can do against us?" Well now, time to play innocent me. "Ne, Ne? TayTay," I said, getting all of the attention on her as she curled even further inward. "I'll talk to you after all this is over." The bell rang, startling all of them, getting their attention they said threats that meant nothing to me and slinked off.

"So for the record, we were going to have a recorded conversation before they busted in here and started bullying you by pouring soda's all over you again, right?" I held a cheeky smile as I held my flip phone up, showing how it was recording, the sound quality was fantastic on this one after I enchanted it. Taylor blinked, her eyes widening as she just got HARD EVIDENCE of the bitches three admitting they were doing all the shit they did, and it couldn't be thrown out of court, if they were going to be having one and started it before they entered it was them encroaching on us and the law was luckily lenient enough with that- "Yeah we were, I wanted to ask about-" I shushed her, "Ending recording because our previous conversation topic has been ruined." I pressed the stop button and let everything just drop, I leaned against the stall and slid down.

"Miguela Hierro." I held a hand out, my voice loosing all of it cheer and sounding down right sickly. "Holy shi- Are you okay?" I had given her hope, hope for a better schooling and life, and she was clinging onto it like a rat does when it's been saved from the water before. "I'm alright, I'm just here to meet the teachers, Common Variable Immunodeficiency" I waved her off as she stood there like an idiot, "Mind helping me get home?" She stared at me in surprise, she slowly put her backpack on her back before helping me up. "Might be better to just carry me on your back." I mentioned, my voice sounded like I was deathly ill, but that's the price I paid for power.

She shifted her backpack to her front before hoisting me onto her back and walking out, I pulled my flip phone out and showed it to her, she blinked in surprise. "You're my neighbour?" Of course, I was, me and Bubi wanted to cause as much chaos as possible, so why not live next door to the world ender herself?

"Yeah, lucky me, you know the way there." I smiled, she smelled like soda and felt sticky, she seemed to forget, but that was alright, I was just gonna- "'ma 'epy now, tell 'onner 'm 'ine" My head was spinning, and I could stay awake longer.

The voices have stopped. IDK if I will continue but here is the OG idea I had.

Hear me out here.
A self insert into worm
By they get turned into Iron Mouse
So they are a small feisty latina who turns into a Vtuber physically with all her lore powers.
And just goes around memeing and causing Chaos because they can, and then they summon their best friend as Bubi.
Who is now a damn British man who turns into a tall ass Devil who servers Sayton

Me on discord.

Fou-san · 2025-06-19T09:33:15+0100

"PERSONA!" A voice screamed, startling everyone in the USJ, then, they all heard the sicking click as they turned their attention to a girl standing on top of the now broken water fountain. She stood in an unfamiliar uniform as she pressed a gun to her temple, they heard the explosion of a 9mm round being fired.

*Glass Shatter SFX*

Her head jerked to the left, glass shards blasting from her swirled in blue flame that now surrounded her. It collected into a large being behind her, her neck cracked sickeningly as she righted herself up from a stumble, she stared down Shigaraki with a smile and bright yellow eyes as she yelled.

"Orpheus!"

A blast of pressure burst from her body as the creature finally fully materialized, vaguely humanoid with long flowing brown hair, a red scarf and a golden-coloured torso. Its limbs moved with the fluidity of Muscle yet looked to be robotic as it pulled the giant Heart shaped lyre from its back. It gave it but a single strum.

"What the fuck kinda Hidden Miniboss are you!?" Shigaraki yelled at her, scratching at his next in rage as he pointed at her, she smiled as she flourished her arms, a Naginata spinning into existence as she jumped from the fountain, Aizawa screamed in pain when the Nomu further mutilated his broken arm. The students had stared at her with horror written on their faces from what was a perceived suicide.

"Kotone Shiomi... Minako Arisato... Female Protagonist... Fool, Death, Judgement, and Universe Arcana. All names that I've been referred to by." She serenely walked forward as what was obviously her Emitter type quirk hovered behind her. "But you... you can call me... Senpai!" She posed with a V over her eye.

The creature gripped the teacher's head and lifted as Shigi's scratching picked up, "Agilao!" She screamed as she rushed forth, the creature strumming its lyre as fire erupted on the Nomu's head. "NOMU!" The idiot looked away from Protag-Chan allowing her to close the gap with surprising Agility, slashing at his wrist to push it away from the frog girl's face.

The Nomu was suddenly in front of Shigi, defending him from the swipe, "Deku! Get them to the Entrance, I'll hold him off!" She yelled as she took up a defensive posture with her weapon on full display, her Evoker glinting from her thigh holster as she held a card in one hand. "But-" She cut him off, "GO!" Deku rushed to grab both Asui and Mineta as the Nomu descended on her, Shigi's hands were reaching for both of the children before a loud smashing sound erupted.

Everyone's heads turned to the entrance to see All Might arrive, "Have no fear students... FOR I AM HERE!" His face was stuck in a grimace as shadows covered half, he eyes roaming the battlefield as Tomura paused. "I couldn't shake the feeling of something going wrong here when Aizawa and Thirteen didn't answer my calls." His eyes stopped upon an obvious teen wielding a traditional Naginata, a Villain's hand mere inches away from her and his Students.

"You're late to the Party, Shitass!" She yelled, stunning everyone from her rather crass response, right as he ripped his tie even. She ducked under one of the Nomu's heavy hands and kicked off it's forearm, launching herself to Aizawa. Villains fell as Big M reached the bottom, checking over Aizawa before Kotone pointed at the children about to be dusted, he launched himself forward saving the kids and retreating all at once.

And then All Might was standing in front of her, hands locked with the Nomu, "I do not know why you use such language young lady, but just for now I'll let it slide." He wasn't smiling as he held off the Nomu, the Naginata having disappeared, the girl carefully picked up the unconscious teacher. "That's fine by me! I'll be your Navigator for this battle, so fight hard." She yelled as she backpedalled away from the Monsters. Deku, Tsu and Minieta all following her as she pulled back.

They quickly reached the doors, the students weary of her, but ultimately caring for their teachers was more of a priority. Then, when she put her pistol to her head again, they tried to stop her, but they weren't fast enough. "JUNO!" She yelled, her body enfolded by a beautiful creature, the wings of a peacock from his back. Her voice heard to all Students and even All Might.

"Attention please: All students, Initiating Escape Route." Her voice followed with confidence, a green aura bursting through the entire USJ, enveloping the way-ward students and returning them to the entrance of the USJ. "Initiating Full Analysis, All Might, He has Shock Absorption but that thing has a Limit! Even if you do get past that, beware it's Regeneration, He can get back full limbs in seconds!" All Might only nodded to show he was listening as Juno faded.

"You all need to shut the fuck up!" She turned and yelled at the students that were panicking over her, All Might getting caught in the trap, a Katana now in her hands as she rushed forward ahead of Midoriya. Bakugo and Todoroki rushing down as well to provide aid. "OUTTA MY WAY EXTRA!" Bakagou yelled as he impacted with the Living Portal, Todoroki quickly freezing the Nomu and allowing All Might to escape.

"NOT TRYNA BE THEIR DICK WEED" Kotone shouted as she landed, Covering Bakugo with Kirishima, Her gun raised to her Temple again, by now the rest of the students flinched but let her get away with it anyway. "NO-!" All Might was cut off with a yell. "Cybele!" A naked blue lady with long horns and hula-hoops around her body appeared before the out stretched hand of All Might, surprising him as Kotone's Yellow eyes showed glee.

"Mediarahan!" She yelled, a wave of green bursting from her body, energy surged in the students and All Might, he paused, flexed his hand and smiled. "Thank you, young lady! Now let the real Hero handle this!" He turned back in time to watch as the Nomu regenerated the lost limbs it acquired from escaping the portal and Todoroki's Ice.

All Might blocked the hit meant for Baka-gou, with a strained smile, the blue lady faded as Kotone breathed a heavy sigh, her shoulder slumping as her form fell, the very air she exhaled burst into mist. "Magatsu-Izanagi Picaro!" A creature appeared, blood-red and black, it floats in the air with a Naginata of its own.

"Heat Riser! Debilitate!" She yelled, the creature roared as it sliced the air, Red energy coalesced around Toshinori, He felt the Power, the Speed, he felt like he was back in his Prime. Blue coalesced around the Nomu, notably making it slower, be able to hit not as hard. "YOU FUCKING CHEATER!" Shigiraki yelled, rushing toward Kotone, the other students unable to stop the man as he grabbed onto her head, pushed away by the very force that empowered All might and sent them flying from his clash. He punched relentlessly going beyond 100% of his power easily, giving it his all without feeling the pain, throwing hands on the Nomu and launching it through the Sky.

Her blood flowed down from her head, the skin decayed as her skull and brain turned to nothing but ash, "THE WHITE MAGE IS DOWN!" He yelled, revelling in his victory over the no good dirty hacker. All might was unable to stop it, he was pre-occupied with defending his students. "NOOOOOOOOOOOO!" All Might yelled, "I KILLED ONE OF YOUR PRECIOUS STUDENTS, ALL MIGHT!" He screamed, rushing toward him with a manic grin

All Might channelled his rage, but was Frozen in place, a Bone chilling roar sounded throughout the USJ. The first creature the mysterious girl summoned was back, screeching as it held its head in pain, red light shined from its head as it threw its arms down, arms sprouted from it's necked ripping into the head. Pushing it down, the body expanding and contracting until it popped.

A creature emerged, raging into the air, Thanatos wailed as his possession was killed. He clung to her body, her headless body, tears streaming from what appeared to be eyes and dropping on her corpse, everyone had covered their ears at the shrill sound. Her body twitched, her neck bubbled with blood and then-Her head was back, her eyes opening with malice as she stared down Shigaraki, exhaustion clear in her face and body.

*Bang!* A gunshot sounded out, blood spurted from Shigi's hand before he was pulled into Kurogiri's warp gate, leaving her to float in the air supported by the very being that loved her with jealousy unlike any other. She slowly floated down, touching the ground with grace full steps she walked up to the now downed All Might, his body smoking.

"Catch me." Her words were simple, and in a blink, Thanatos was gone, Orpheus back in its place gently strumming a steady beat into the tense air. She collapsed forward, Orpheus turning into motes of light, she was caught by All Might's arms when Cementos pushed a barrier between them and the rest of the students.

"See you later... Uncle." She eerily said, her eyes glazed over as she slumped unconscious.

Fou-san · 2025-06-19T09:33:35+0100

Rock1244 on Spacebattles said:
I hope you continue this.
i love ironmouse

The chapter coming to me

Hear me out here.
MC invites Taylor over, Taylor comes over nervous, they go over everything to get ready.
Practice your skills by describing the whole house, and stuff like that.
Have a Taylor Breakdown!

*HEAVY BREATHING*
*ME ACTIVELY WRITING OUT RANDOM IDEA*
"What the fuck is this kid doing?" - Random Person 1
"THE VOICES" - Me on my hands and knees

"Get your lazy ass out of bed, Bubi!" Miguela Hierro, yelled, her voice horse and stuffy as she was wrapped up in her blanket, her best friend looked every bit the 17 year-old his body and soul was. "Shut the fuck up, Rowan!" He threw his pillow, just barely missing the Tungsten rat as she slammed a fist down onto his no-no square. "DON'T THROW SHIT AT ME, KLIEN!" She yelled at Conner, or was he was known in their last life's, Klein.

"AUGH!" He yelled and groaned, holding his nads as he fell to the floor in pain, getting a giggle from Miguela, or as she used to be known, Rowan. "Get the hell up, it's the weekend, and I'm having Taylor over!" She skipped over the groaning boy as he flickered, his body changing into the dutiful 7ft Tall Bubi, he let out a sigh of relief as the regeneration kicked in.

She quickly scurried her way down the stairs and to the kitchen, taking a seat at the head of the table like a little rat. They now lived in a two-story home, one that was tastefully clean and put together, she had used her Mind Manipulation to get the bank to hand over the building and renovate it free of charge, decidedly side stepping the M/S Protocols easily.

A cup of steaming hot Early grey was place in front of her, *Ssssip* "Ahh." she sighed in relief at the perfectly made cup of tea, still lost in her thoughts as she enjoyed the morning sun enter the house, she did wake up at 6 in the morning after all. A cream and two sugar, "Perfectly balanced... as all things should be." She got a snort out of Bubi as he set to work making them breakfast, he certainly wasn't a slouch when it came to cooking, getting into a Michelin 3-Star restaurant's staff at 17 was no easy feat after all.

"Pancakes and Bacon for the lady of Brockton bay." he leaned down in front of the sleepy Rat, depositing a full meal, as the cranky rat dug in with gusto. It was gone in seconds, her stomach full, she walked over to the couch and flopped, getting a 'tut-tut' from Bubi as he cleaned up and made a batch for himself.

"Thank you, Conner!" Her voice was muffled from the pillows as she enjoyed being a couch Potato. "Your welcome Miggy." Bubi, who reverted to his Human form, picked at his food, with a yawn he slowly went about eating.

*Knock, Knock, Knock*

Three, social anxiety ridden, knocks sounded from the door, getting both to pause, before Miguela trotted over to the door and opened it with sleep clear on her face. Taylor twitched when the door opened, turning her head down to come face to face with the smaller 4' 9" girl. She was dressed as if she was an Alice in Wonderland Reject, a cutesy Victorian style outfit covered her with one full stocking and another calf high one.

Taylor froze when she came to the scene, it was like looking at a middle schooler who had gotten lost from the rest of her field-trip and was about to fall asleep. "Oh, Taylor, Welcome in." Miggy stepped to the side and allowed Taylor into the house, she got a full look at the entrance way, a rather cozy cubby to the left shoes and stairs a couple steps away right in front of her.

The living room was on her left and the kitchen could be walked into from there, laid out exactly like her own house, to her right was the closest. What surprised her the mouse was how modern they had made the place look, a giant 70-inch plasma screen TV, with that Netflix thing on it, playing some animated show in another language.

View: https://i.imgur.com/NBU8L0J.png

I just stole this from "The Danny room" on SV, but honestly it seems like such a nice and cozy House!

The teen she had handed off the smaller one two was dressed in a white hoodie and jeans with black slippers, he was currently eating breakfast at the table. A large blanket left strewn on the floor by the couch had a weird design on it, of little tiny... Devil Mascots? "Welcome to my Humble abode." Miguela started, dragging me to the stairs, I just meekly let it happened, I didn't know what to say or do and the weight of what I could do was hanging on me.

We coincidently stepped into what would've been my room... but it was entirely different, where My bed was, was a four-poster bed, just barely hitting the door, there was mood lighting and a very expensive top-of-the-line Desktop computer with expensive gear for recording and- "This is my room, now if you'll give me a second I'll have that whole recording set and ready."

I was sitting on the bed, so absorbed in my thoughts, I didn't even realize she had sat me down here and booted up the PC, her fingers blaze across the keyboard, the phone plugged in, I didn't even know what OS she was using... "Why?" Her hands stopped at my question, and she leaned back so she could view past her three monitors.

Confusion was clear on her face before understanding dawned as I curled up in on myself. "It's simple, I can." The tears came down my face again, as much as I wanted to shunt these emotions into all of the bugs, It felt good to actually let it out. "How stupid is it?" I cried I couldn't keep speaking, the tears just came down my face and when she gave me a hug.... I just melted into it as she stroked my hair and whispered sweet nothing's.

"It's alright, it's very stupid, how all it took is just one person to care, that's all it takes. Just one person doing something good, and then the one they helped paying it forward." Miguela whispered, laying them on the bed as Taylor's body shook with her pain. Miggy Looked up to the Door, seeing the silent Conner, he remembered how his best friend acted when they were being bullied, he turned around, ready to make a delicious thing of hot chocolate.

Well, that's that, the voices stopped once more!

To Rock1244, You're welcome.

Again, I'm just using random wiki's that seem reputable.

Fou-san · 2025-06-19T09:34:54+0100

"BIRDIE NO!"

Ah, the voice of Lindsay Jones... If I remember correctly as I'm falling to what is almost certain death, she voiced Vanessa Kimball in RVB, Hilda in that one 2014 superhero show RT did and Space Kid in Camp Camp. Funny how in the most dire of situations, those with ADHD can focus on the most random of things.

Ah, where are my manners!? I'm- You know what? How about we take this from the top?

"They will see. We'll fight until eternity~" I'm bored... this is just an endless black inky void... is this what the afterlife is supposed to be? "Come with me, We'll stand and fight together~" At least I have my memories, and can for some reason all of a sudden perfectly recall all these songs... Is this a perk to keep me from going insane? "Through our strength, we'll make a better day~" I really hope I could make a better day, if this is all it is can I at least have some agency of my movement rather than just feeling nothing but my own conscious thoughts and voice? "Tomorrow, we shall never surrender~"

"Ah! I see someone finally figured out the trick to my black room." AH FUCK MY EYES, "TURN THE DAMN LIGHTS OFF FUUUUUUUUU-" WHO THE FUCK IS PUTTING THEIR HAND IN MY MOU- Wait, I have a mouth, I have my eyes? I can TASTE HIS HAND!? "Shut the hell up, okay?" SHit spit it out, spit it out, spit it out. "My hand is clean, I washed it with sanitizer before putting it in your germ infested shithole." THAT'S THE PROBLEM, ASSHAT!

The man who shoved his sanitizer covered hand smiled as he withdrew it and promptly wiped it on a cloth before throwing it into the air, only for it to burst into flame. "You done freaking out?" He asked the only other man in the seemingly endless white expanse they stood in, he looked down upon his kneeling form as he spat saliva from his mouth and tried to wipe away his taste buds.

"DUDE! Not cool." He turned and yelled at the non descript man that had apparently pulled him from the inky void, he shoved himself off the floor and gave a finale spit. "Where the fuck are we?" He looked around, attempting to give shade to his eyes as he looked left and right. The place seeming to never end if went wither way. "Welcome to what I call the in between." He turned back to- "You can call me Alphonse." Alphonse, and shook the offered hand.

"John, John Fallout. My parents had a weird naming thing." John introduced himself with a sheepish scratch to the back of his head, seeming to have already gotten over the hand thing. "You mind telling me what the fuck is going on? Because last I can recall, I got impaled by a DMC Rebellion and Yamato replicas that were made of metal." His mind wandered back to how they were hanging from the ceiling with metal wires that snapped right as he walked under them and broke his skull before he could anything due to his delayed reaction.

"This is basically my home, and you have been the first person to ever set foot in it besides me." He explained, a white board appearing behind him with little doodles of random things, Dick butt, Kill Roy, the man ever turned around and drew a little duck. "Uh huh..." John looked all around again, hoping that he would be able to escape the purgatory he had entered. "So, sorry about getting D-stracted." He turned back to John, cracking his knuckles. "Since you're the first to pass, I'm going to give you a gift, the gift of lie~" He whispered the last part as he took a knee, as if it was some sort of sacred oath.

"Woah! Nothing wrong with it, but I'm not gay nor am I interested in being generbent nor fucking someone who is genderbent!" John exclaimed, crossing his arms over his chest in a big X as he mimicked the sound of a buzzer. A devilish smile spread upon Alphonse lips, "Nothing like that, dear boy! I'm going to give you a chance in a new world!" He seemed ecstatic as he pranced around the confused john, flowers falling from the air out of nowhere.

"Now, what should I do?" Alphonse abruptly stopped his galloping, instantly adopting a thinking pose, his foot taping rapidly on the ground. "How about laying me to eternal rest?" John finally spoke up, kinda of fed up with the bullshit going on around him and just wanting to rest. "Nope, Nada, Non, いいえ, No." Alphonse rapidly started saying no in multiple languages, taking a step forward each time he said another and slowly pushing John back as he attempted to gain some personal space from the maniac.

"Hey man, I would rather-WOAH!" John yelled as he fell backward into a pit, he was suspended into the air, frozen mid-fall and unable to speak as his body felt it was on fire. "Now, Johnny boy, I'm going to have my entertainment, I've been locked here only able to observe the same things over and over, so this time... I'M ADDING SOMETHING NEW TO THE MIX" Alphonse yelled, lightning leaving his fingers and connecting with John's body, a silent scream trying to leave his throat as he felt his very being be rearranged.

He blacked out before Alphonse could tell him about his new situation.

"Fuck, uhh... I don't want to leave you going in blind, so I might as well give you an information packet as well as the knowledge to tend to your new bodily functions, shouldn't I?" He spoke aloud, alone once more, considering John was knocked out. "Hmm. I will, might just make things more interesting." The sinister smile that grew on his lips would've sent shivers down many a spines. "Have fun, #$@!%&*& Sparda." He waved as he let the newly named teenage girl free fall into a crack that closed behind her.

And that takes us to now, me now a female, luckily I know how to take care of myself, with the body of a biological daughter/brother to Vergil and Nero Sparda. I'm falling towards the sky, and I'm #$@!%&*& Sparda. You know, flipping wasn't the best Idea considering I get a closer view of how far my death-Wait, I have the healing factor of Vergil...

Nah, I don't want to deal with this pain. I don't get access to shit like DT, but I do have numerous things at my hands. Just gotta use the Dark Slayer Style, right? "YAMATO!" FUCK THAT HURTS! Oh shit, is that a Never-OH SHIT IT IS! Uhhhhhhh. TRICK! GRAB THE FEATHERS BEHIND THEM. And safe~ Woo, never thought I would be doing this bullshit.

"I TOLD YOU THIS WAS A TERRIBLE IDEA!" Weiss, oh never change your pessimistic ways please. "WE'RE FINE, STOP WORRYING." Ah, ever the optimist, Ruby Rose... Wait how long was I in the air to hear Ruby's initial birdie no and then catch a ride on their nevermore.... I'm more surprised they haven't noticed me yet. "OH YOU INSUFFERABLE LITTLE-" Oh shit, that's my cue to JUMP!

"HAHAHA HA" MAN IS THIS FUN, WHEN YOU AREN'T DROPPED INTO THE AIR, THE RUSHING WINDS THE ADRENALIN? OH, IT'S A SWEET TREAT. Air trick up, keep height and momentum, Aim for the Deathstalker, aim a little ahead, Ice formed, and- "JACK-POT!"

"Is that music I hear?" Ruby asked, as the rest of her peers gathered around near the Relics, "Savior - Bloodstain" A voice with heavy metal rock could be heard from a distance, Blake looked to the sky and pointed, "Up there!" A person could be seen occasionally moving upward and forward, "HellFire - Shadow" with what looked like Glyphs appearing under their feet every so often. "Who-!?" Music accompanied them as if it was a natural part of their surroundings.

"JACK-POT" The voice of the girl could be heard screaming as he rested a hand on her sword, her form disappearing and reappearing behind the Death Stalker. White lines appeared as the world turned grey-scaled for a moment, then perfect cuts all across the space turning it into a fragment mess appeared. Her sword slowly fit back into it's Saya, and with a resounding click, the sound of glass shattering rang out in the field as the Grimm was cut in pieces.

"That... Was... SO... COOL!" Ruby exclaimed, already rushing forward. The girl turned around and smiled, right before stumbling forward and- *BLERG* Vomiting a mouthful of blood, getting everyone to exclaim in worry and rush forth, she held a hand up even as she steadied her self, getting them all to stop.

"There's another Deathstalker on the way, and you all need to deal with the Nevermore."

FUUUUUCK THAT WAS PAINFUL. Why did I even think the JCE would be a good idea!? "There's another Deathstalker on the way, and you all need to deal with the Nevermore." That got them all to pause, okay think, you're in RWBY, what the fuck do you do? Obviously you fight against Salem, but what should I- "-nd you should come with us." Ruby is looking at me with concern... Shit... puppy dog eyes.

"I'm not even supposed to be here, I recommend you all start running for it, or you'll be besieged by both Grimm." The mysterious girl wiped her lips of blood, turning around she began to walk away. "Wait! Who are you?" Of course Weiss would want to know, she had seen this mysterious person use her family's semblance.

She turned back to face them, her face set in a grimace. Ominous music somehow playing clearly for everyone in the clearing.

"I am... The Alpha and the Omega."

Her voice grave, as she locked eyes with Ruby.

"Cinnamon Sparda."

Fou-san · 2025-06-19T09:35:16+0100

"Alright, escaped from them, now it's time to check the Fit." Cinnamon spoke aloud, leaning on a tree in a clearing after having left team RWBY and JNPR to fight their enemies. "Hair check!" She reached behind her head to feel if she had long hair and tsked in annoyance when she found she had shoulder-length hair with two strands falling in front of her ears. "Huh, C-Cup, nice. Can't complain... Also, Nero concept art 3-2? Nice."

She flexed her gloved hand and rolled up her sleeve, seeing V's tattoo's across her arm made her smile, a feeling settled in the back of her mind. "Just glad my hair is still Sparda white." She smirked and launched her right hand forward, the ink leaving her skin and turning into a dire wolf sized black inky fox. "Hello, Fennec." She greeted as it trotted to her, a scowl fixed on its face even as it rubbed itself into her hand. Launching her left, she summoned a large Hawk sized Owl, that landed on her outstretched arm and preened when she scratched its chin lightly.

"Athena, your name is now Athena." The owl hooted before taking flight, Fennec following her and dashing off before both rushed Cinnamon, she stumbled back as they impact with her body, returning to their tattoo state. "The Yamato may be too much for me to handle, but how about…? RED QUEEN!" She called out her hand, reaching over her shoulder and clenching the very blade her 'Brother' would use.

'VRRRRRR' She revved the blade and let a small smile grace her lips, it seemed that any facial expression that wasn't scowling seemed to hurt a lot more than it should. Her hands reached behind her and pulled out Dante's Signature guns, she settled into his classic Ebony over Ivory pose. Spinning the pistols, she returned them to the holsters she felt on the back of her hips. "Not too curvy and not too thick, just perfect." She mumbled to her self as she continued to inspect her cloths, quick drawing Blue Rose, she levelled it at a Beowolf that sprinted out of the nearby bushes.

And that's when the prickling sensation of being watched started, just right as it leaped at her, did she put a finger on the trigger, and right before its arms could hit her, midair, she fired. "Eviscerate!" The rounds hitting it with so much force it was launched back even as it turned into black smoke, even as she was assaulted by more Grimm rushing her, her faced stayed firm in a scowl. "Show me your motivation!" She yelled as she revved Red Queen, Blue Rose safely stored in her left thigh holster.

'Savior - Bloodstain - Hellfire - Shadow'

Her body blurred, little after images left in her wake as she appeared before the first, heavy rock blasting into the air out of nowhere as she started to swing her blade, fire blasting the creature with every single swing, a heavy upwards swing was all it took to launch it into the air, she spun on her foot, body blurring once more as she dodged a swipe from another and then unleashed a shotgun blast upon the airborne enemy, "Special delivery!" disintegrating it.

'Heaven on a landslide'

She blurred again, appearing behind another with a suitcase she used as a blunt force trauma weapon. Launching the Beowolf away as the rest rushed her, she spun on her foot with the suitcase glowing bright as she held it in the air as it transformed into a large Shuriken. "Looks like you need a little trim here!" And it was sent flying, separating all the Beowolf heads from their torsos, before an Ursa Major barged into the clearing.

'Savior - Bloodstain - Hellfire - Shadow'

The suitcase returned, being replaced for a massive longsword with a heavy double-edged blade, notched on both sides near the tip. The blade spun around her hand and launched the now flinching bear like creature into the air. "Don't get cocky." Drawing Dante's signature pistols, she fired into the beast so rapidly you would mistake the pistols for a full-auto weapon.

'Heaven on a landslide'

She turned around and let the creature fall to the ground, walking away from it as it slowly disintegrated. "*Sigh* Disappointing!" She cried out, walking toward where she caught a glimpse of the camera that now followed her. The Ursa, however, had other plans. It raised with the last of its strength and rushed forwarded even as it lost mass, its finale 'Fuck you' to her would be this last attack.

She turned too fast for the camera to follow, her back faced the camera even as she looked to her left directly at the flying Ursa. Her trench coat flowing in the wind as Blue Rose was levelled with its head. "Jackpot!" She yelled as she left loose one shot, making the Ursa flip backwards and fully disintegrate.

"Juvenile." She spat, and walked toward the camera cleverly hidden in the trunk of the wood, she pulled it out and stared with a deep frown. The music fading out as she inspected the device.

The one watching said camera sat at his desk, setting a mug of hot chocolate down on his desk. His weary eyes gaining a small glimmer of interest. Luckily, he had already sent out his right-hand woman to talk to the girl.

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"Hm… The applicants aren't exactly even in number… But something tells me this one's worth it." He muttered to himself, fixing his tinted glasses back in place.

Meanwhile, said right-hand woman was quickly approaching the spot in the forest where the Grimm had so quickly perished. Her boss, Ozpin, wasn't quite clear on what she was to do once she found the one responsible. But that was normal. He trusted Glynda to judge for herself if said individual could be a good student.

Cinnamon dropped the camera and turned at the sound of footsteps behind her, Blue Rose drawn and ready was now pointed at a blonde hair lady that was a bit taller than herself in heels. "Stop where you are." Her voice while monotone carried force in it, a tone of warning that belayed she would fire on sight.

"*Ahem* Would you mind lowering your weapon? You're on Beacon property. The Emerald Forest is our territory. Normally, you'd be escorted out without much issue. Maybe even with a warning. But…" Glynda looked over Cinnamon's gear and hummed to herself, she silently wondered where the girl's sword went or if it had been destroyed.

"I believe there may be an offer for you. One that comes only once in a lifetime." Glynda adjusted her glasses, radiating a sternness that came from teaching teens for years, as she has. The girl twirled her pistol back into her thigh holster and stretched her arms above her head.

"Very well, let us go. I have no need of sitting around aimlessly." Cinnamon responded, and started to follow the Glynda. Her hands clasped behind her back yet not touching the pistols holstered there. "I am Cannella Sparda, you may call me Cinnamon." She off handily mentioned as she fell in step beside the good witch.

"Glynda Goodwitch. Now what were you doing here in the Emerald Forest? Hunting Grimm is a Huntsman's job, after all." Glynda asked, though she agreed Cinnamon was capable, she still looked young. And she knew what could happen when young Huntsmen-in-training go off to fight the Grimm alone. Usually, it never ended well. So she was relieved to see not a scratch on her.

"I do not know. I had fallen out of the sky." Cannella shrugged, a non-awnser that was the truth, yet not something believable. "Quite a peculiar thing to wake up to, no? Waking up in the sky and falling?" She asked in such a way that it seemed to be no big deal to her, even if it was somewhat worrying.

Glynda looked troubled by her confession. Fallen out of the sky? Was there a Bullhead passing by? How on Remnant did that happen? She sighed in frustration and looked at the girl's clothing and weapons, finding them unique-looking.

"I see… So where do you come from, Miss Cinnamon?" Glynda asked as they exited the Emerald Forest and entered Beacon grounds. "Even if I told you, I doubt you would believe me." Cannella brushed the question off, even as she idly fiddled with her gloves and made sure there wasn't any dust on her clothes.

"Really? Try me. We'll need some sort of way to identify you, after all." Glynda retorted.

"Fortuna, I am from an isolated island called Fortuna." Cannella said absently, as if she wasn't there at the moment. "The town is governed by a religious organization known as the Order of the Sword. 99% of the population are devotees." She prattled off, clutching her right forearm, as if some old pain was reopened. "Fortuna is surrounded by high ramparts, and it has been cut off from the outside world for many years." She turned back to Glynda. "I doubt it would be on any of your maps."

That sounded very detailed. Glynda had been to many places across Remnant, but it was still a huge place. There could be cut off enclaves of civilization that took residence in areas where the natural environment deterred the Grimm. Either way, it was certainly interesting. She kept those details in her head as they made their way into the Academy and took the elevator up to the Headmaster's office.

As they walked in, Ozpin immediately spoke up.

"Ah, hello there. Quite the interesting weapons you have. I've never seen their like." Ozpin greeted, looking at the young girl with interest.

"I'm not surprised, you don't have '.45 Caliber Art Warks' here… Nor have you killed what would be required to make my weaponry." Cannella pulled a chair out from the front of his desk and took a seat, resting her arms on the armrest's as she leaned back. Taking in his hair, she tilted her head. "You wouldn't happen to have a Father with the last name Sparda, would you?" She inquired.

"That, I do not. Though, if you were looking for someone with white hair. I may know a certain family that may interest you. But that can wait. Tell me about yourself." Ozpin asked, setting a mug of hot cocoa down in front of her.

"I am Cannella Sparda, you may call me Cinnamon." She bowed slightly before she squared her shoulder and looked him directly in the eye. "Granddaughter of Sparda, Daughter of Vergil Sparda and Sister to Nero Sparda." She gestured to herself, introducing her bloodline. "I was born in Fortuna, presumably. I was left on an orphanage's doorstep and was named by the Matron herself." She gained a soft smile on her face, memories that weren't there before filling her mind.

She understood that she was not just Cannella nor John, she was a mix of both. "I was named after the colour of the blanket I was found in, Cinnamon, or as our local dialect would say, Cannella." She stopped to take a breath, leaving the floor open to Ozpin.

"I see you place great value on your blood-ties. Fortuna hm…? I've never heard of it. Where is it?" Ozpin asked, his face not betraying any underlying questions he had.

"It is an isolated island, and I've lived there my whole life. I honestly couldn't tell you where it would be on a map." She shook her head while shrugging her shoulder. "Nor do I place great value on my blood, I'm merely stating my linage. And I could explain why it would be important on Fortuna, but I know it holds no weight here." She relaxed further into her chair, the office smelled heavily of hot chocolate, she eyed the cup in front of her, and upon getting a nod from the man she gracefully took the cup into her hands.

"I see…" Ozpin paused, studying the girl's expression, body language and clothing style.

"Would you like to attend Beacon Academy, Miss Cinnamon?" He asked, noting the exasperated look of Glynda who stood behind Cinnamon.

"I don't see why not, I have nothing better to do at the moment. If you'll have me as a student." She took a small sip of the hot cocoa. She turned to look out the window, her face more neutral than the perpetual scowl that was on it before. "It might be a fun endeavour." She shrugged and placed the cup back on his desk.

"Well, the number of applicants could be an issue. But as I've decided to offer you this myself, I suppose I can make an exception. I hope you don't mind working in a team?" Ozpin asked, seeming to already think of a few team names.

"I don't do very well on Teams, nor did my Father or brother…" She paused, hesitation in her body and voice. "I suppose if it would make things easier on your end, I could work with a team." She eventually nodded, and agreed to work in a team.

"Fantastic. I believe I have a team in mind as well." Ozpin looked over to Glynda, who sighed and pulled out her scroll. "You'll meet them shortly. They're an… Excitable bunch, but very friendly too. Glynda, if you would." Glynda nodded, motioning Cinnamon to follow her.

"I'll guide you to your dorm room. Given you'll be in a five-person team, you'll have a larger room." Glynda stepped over to the elevator as she explained, Cinnamon calmly walking behind her, she stopped and turned enough to make eye contact with Ozpin.

"Thank you for the, opportunity." She turned back to the elevator and stood next to Glynda as the contraption started to descend. "The team assignment ceremony will be in about 20 minutes from now, please attend the ceremony to meet your teammates." Glynda fixed her glasses before the ding of the elevator allowed them to walk out in silence.

Down the hollowed halls of beacon they went, students of 2nd and 3rd year's chatting and new potential teams returning from the forest. Eventually they made their way to the end of a hallway in the dormitory.

"Luckily, we have a couple rooms for situations like these, where we find talents that must be nurtured and we just can't let them go." Glynda swiped her scroll across the door, opening it to reveal a room with 5 beds, 2 windows and an attached bathroom. "Down the hall to the left is the communal Kitchen, to our right is the bathroom." Glynda looked back to her scroll, noting the time left. "I fear that is all the time we have left, we should make haste to get to the ceremony on time." Cinnamon spoke up, already moving toward the door.

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"Jaune Arc. Lie Ren. Pyrrha Nikos. Nora Valkyrie." Ozpin smoothly called team JNPR up to the stage, he waked as they all settled in line with hands behind their backs. He hoped, that his actions would not be another to his pile of mistakes. "The four of you retrieved the white rook pieces. From this day forward, you will work together as… Team Juniper. Led by… Jaune Arc." The crowd clapped for the team like they did the others, even laughing when Mr. Arc fell.

"Now, I have one last statement for your team and the rest of the school." Ozpin turned to the crowd. "Every so often, we encounter people of great talent, talent that should be nurtured to the best of our abilities, it is for this reason I am assigning Team JNPR a fifth member." The crowd burst out into murmurs, students question who it could have been.

The massive screens changed, showing Cannella from start to finish fighting with the Beowolfs and Ursa Major. "Cannella Sparda, single handily exterminated 7 Grimm, while not something to scoff at, she had done so with a contemptuous ease." He fixed his glasses. Team RWBY in the background all looked shocked at seeing the girl on screen walk up onto the stage, JNPR more so as she was now on their team.

"Welcome to Beacon, Miss Sparda, please show your teammates to their room." He rested a hand on her shoulder before dismissing everyone for the night.

Imagine this but with human feet and instead of blue it's purple.
I was tryna find Female Vergil Devil Trigger art and this is quite literally the only thing I found that was remotely close.
And it was kinda what I envisioned in the first place.

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Fou-san · 2025-06-19T09:35:34+0100

"Um.... Excuse me?" Daphne stopped, her head turned slightly, and there stood the Famous Harry Potter, with books written about him that were clearly fictitious. She raised a brow, setting her cutlery down, and picked up a napkin to dab at her lips. The rest of her table stopped their conversations and continued to eat, even as most of the younger years clearly rubber necked the coming conversation more obviously then the older years,

She was used to this by now, over the past year or so, he would seek her out after class with questions about the classes themselves. Always with a fresh new perspective, and if she dared say, just a bit closer to friend than acquaintance than others. She was willing to talk to the boy when he wasn't surrounded by the dimwitted boy and the know-it-all girl he was usually around.

"Yes?" She asked, fully turning to him and giving her full attention. His body language conveyed his nervousness, hands gripping the hem of his uniform and the shuffling feet. "Ah, Um, Uh." He stuttered trying to find his words as he slouched further into himself, meek and weak, perfect prey for any snake to take. "I was hoping... to sit and ask... some questions about the Wizarding World." She looked him up and down, her gaze piercing, closed off and clearly unnerving to the boy.

"Very well, this seat is open." She gestured to her right, the seat in front of the boy. He quickly sat down and rummaged into his robes. "I-I was hoping to learn more about the new world I find myself in..." A notepad and quill quickly found its way into his bandaged hands, something that she noted the boy to wear often was clean bandages wrapped around his arms, legs and neck. "I've only just been introduced to the Wizarding World last year, you see." She was glad, that Malfoy seemed more distracted in the book his father brought him.

"Just last year, you say?" Their conversation was low, but the way that everyone else stopped eating told her more than glancing would. "Ye-yes." He gulped, his hand twirling his quill around his fingers. "I-I grew up away from it all, with some muggles..." He stopped himself saying more, a whole body flinch, as if the mere thought of them terrified him with the way he subtly shook. "That's different from what the world was told." She hid her mouth as she spoke, surprise clear in her voice, despite the unchanging facial features.

"Oh... W-well, um, could you tell me what it's like from a-a Pureb-b-blood's perspective?" Her asked, the quill now held firmly in a steady hand, ready to write with the precision of someone who has many hours of practice in tailoring. "I'm not sure how to tell you." It was an even response, even as he further sunk into himself. "O-o-oh." He seemed dejected, perhaps she could-*CLAP* A heavy dull clap of a book being slammed shut rung out, getting all the attention on Malfoy as he stood and walked over, a sneer on his lips as he looked down his nose onto the meek Potter who curled even further into himself.

"What are you doing here, Pottah? There is no place for filthy half-blood like you at this table." His voice high and whiny was just as annoying as she remembered. "O-o-oh, I, Uh, I just wanted to ask Miss Greengrass some questions." His hands held firm and unmoving, even as the rest of his body language was that of pure nervousness.

"And so you thought you could waste the time of an Heiress with silly questions you should already know about?" He was talking down now, even as her eyes turned to bore him with annoyance at his interruption. "I-I-I don't think I would know-" Potter was interrupted once again, Malfoy opening his book and then slamming it shut right in front of Harry's face, causing him to flinch slightly. "Know what? Your Place? Your station in the hierarchy of our world?"

"I'm sorry Malfoy, but where were you taught manners?" Harry's face took on an unexpected determination on the previously nervous boy, his body relaxing as the quill started to twirl once more. Daphne's brows raised as he crossed his legs and leaned back on the table, his notepad finding its way back into his robes. "I doubt your mother taught you these, I had asked Miss Greengrass if I could pick her mind about some things and was then allowed to sit here. I'm sure the numerous people sitting close can attest to that, so in what barn did you learn how polite conversation was supposed to be conducted."

With each word, Malfoy leaned slightly back in recoil, his mouth open agape like a fish out of water. "Potter. 10 points from Gryffindor, return to your own table." He was just loud enough to let his voice carry across the hall, but not enough to be yelling. "Why? There is no rule saying that houses cannot sit with each other? And I had asked if I could sit here first." His head titled, he leaned on the table, resting his cheek on his hand as he looked down at the glaring Snape,

"Just as arrogant as your father, 10 more points from Gryffindor and a week's worth of detention." Harry stood up, his body now full of confidence as he uncurled from himself, back straight and head held high. He strolled up to the long table all the teachers sat at. He stopped directly in front of Snape himself. "What is it with my father and you?" He asked, his green eyes staring directly into Snapes own, "From day one, you've had it out for me, why?" Snape snorted, "You're just as arrogant and pampered as the prat himself!" The hall was silent, a pin could be heard if dropped. "I'M TIRED OF YOUR BULLSHIT!" His hands slammed on the table, the food jumped in surprised as the rest of the student body looked on in wonder.

"Was my Father arrogant? I wouldn't even know, he's been dead for more than 10 years, Sir. What did he do to you? Was he a bully? Did he push you around or something!?" Little to everyone but Snape, Harry's eyes started to slowly transform into reptile like slit pupils. "You call me arrogant and pampered, I am anything but! I am studious, I am quiet, I'm a wall flower who's had his trust in authority repeatedly beat on the head with a cricket ball bat like they're a drunk step-dads redheaded stepchild!" He swiped the food off the table, his voice growing louder and louder, and all anyone could do was watch as he erupted.

"I grew up with my aunt Petunia, who was obsessed with being fucking Normal! Break my arm one day for a bit of accidental magic, I came out of the cupboard under the stairs the next with it healed, and they break it again! ANYTHING THEY CONSIDERED FREAKY AND NOT NORMAL GOT ME BEAT, STARVED, ABUSED AND SHOVED INTO A TINY CUPBOARD UNDER THE STAIRS WITH A BROKEN AND BLOODY BODY!" His hand slammed onto the mahogany table, a crack forming in it from the force of his fist hitting it. "FORCED TO COOK FEASTS FOR A FAMILY OF THREE AND, AND STAND BY WHILE THEY EAT IT ALL AND ONLY LEAVE YOU FUCKING SCRAPS THAT NEVER SATISFIED THE HOLE IN YOUR STOMACH." Snape stood to his full height, looming over the student.

"Lies, all of it, you're just a pampered spoiled brat looking for attention that's lashing out!" He was clam, even as he raised his voice. But her didn't expect the fist that impacted his cheek, throwing him back into his chair. Black wispy clouds of dense magic started to coalesce around the boy's frame. "EXPECT IT ISN'T IT'S THE GODDAMN TRUTH AND I'M TIRED, I'M BROKEN, BEATEN, AND I CAN'T TAKE ANY MORE OF THIS BULLSHITTTT!" He screamed, his magic lashing out around him and breaking the table. Students started to rush out, screaming as his magic lashed out more and knocked away Dumbledore, his wand flying out of his hand, landing near Harry's foot.

"I'M NOT MY FATHER, I'M NOT MY MOTHER, I'M ME! I'M JUST A BOY, WHO WANTS TO BE LOVED AND HELD CLOSE, NOT SLAMMED ON THE HEAD WITH TEXT BOOKS, WITH A JEALOUS GIT OF AN IDIOT ENVYING YOU FOR EVERYTHING YOU DON'T AND DO HAVE!" Tear streamed down his face as he fell to his knees, hugging himself as the magic seemed to calm down. "I'VE RISKED MY LIFE IN NEAR DEATH SCENARIOS FOR THE PAST TWO YEARS, AND HAVE BEEN ON THE BRINK OF DEATH FROM STARVATION-" it was only the Calm Daphne Greengrass that approached the boy, laying a comforting hand on his shoulder and getting him to jolt away.

She was clearly nervous, but she still acted, unlike the rest of the staff that were standing in a semicircle away from the body and actively protecting their students. "It's okay, let it out." Her words were low and soft, as she enveloped him in a hug, his arms gently grasped onto her, but scrunched her clothes, but he let out the most gut-wrenching scream any in the school had heard, it reverberated through the halls and haunted the running students that night.

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♦ Topic: Panacea missing?
In: Boards ► News ► Events ► America
Bagrat (Original Poster) (Veteran Member) (The Guy in the Know)
Posted On Dec 1st 2010:
Alright, so yesterday there was an incident at the BB hospital.

Panacea was involved apparently, but nobody has any news about that besides that she disappeared, and we haven't gotten anything from New Wave themselves. Supposedly, some Merchants decided in their drugged up bullshit they could kidnap panacea and ransom her out for more cash and drugs.

This didn't work, as they were stopped at the entrance. The pair now known as Duel and Smith are in custody and are being moved to the birdcage for killing 3 Officers, 17 civilians and according to them Panacea. However, hospital security footage and civilian eyewitness claim to the contrary and New Wave hasn't spoked out.

19 of the people were taken hostage AFTER both of them triggered from the shots fired at them after they tried to murder their first, who was a child. PRT response came about 5 minutes after they triggered and had taken more people hostage.

PRT is going to release an official statement later today, according to my sources, so we might get more info about them.

But everyone is being suspiciously quiet about The Healer.

EDIT: PRT Statement

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►I_Will_Not_Sleep (Sleep Deprived)
Replied On Dec 1st 2010:
Shit! What the hell were they on to think that taking Panacea hostage was a good idea!? And why the fuck do they claim to have killed her!?

►Pupperino
Replied On Dec 1st 2010:
I don't know, Super Crack?

But whatever it was, I hope they get birdcage, that's 20 people combined, 3 cops and 3 Civilians!

10 a fucking pop!

►Iron_Mech
Replied On Dec 1st 2010:
I don't know man, I'm just worried about how this will affect the power landscape of our city, you know, with it being a fucking hellscape and all?

Like, seriously, the PRT are surrounded on both sides.

To the East, they have to deal with the ABB headed by Lung, the guy who fucking fought LEVIATHAN ON EVEN GROUND.

To the West, they gotta deal with the fucking Nazi's, which I can tell you my granddaddy didn't lose an arm and a leg in WW2 just for them Neo-Nazi Fucks to pop back up in AMERICA.

►Heisenberger (Not a cook)
Replied On Dec 1st 2010:
Were they on old school biker P2P clear blue? Because that's the only thing I could think of that would get them this fucking high and stupid.

►USS_My_Shiny_Metal_Butt (Unverified Cape)
Replied On Dec 1st 2010:
I don't know, but I think they must have been on some tinker tech drugs for them to want to do this bullshit!

►Winged_One
Replied On Dec 1st 2010:
Not just a Simurgh plot? Who am I kidding, everything is a damn Simurgh plot.

►BouncyBoy
Replied On Dec 1st 2010:
Shit! This is not good at all. Anybody think about the implications of a missing Panacea!?

►benDover
Replied On Dec 1st 2010:
The fucking healing she does brings in fucking tourist and rich people money! She's basically the only thing besides the dockworkers Union keeping money flowing through the common man's hands!

►Michael_McDoesn'tExist (Who're you gonna grab?)
Replied On Dec 1st 2010:
I don't know man, but seriously, I'm thinking it's time I get out of dodge, bye BB, you are earth trashcan.

►Stim
Replied On Dec 1st 2010:
My uncle's slated to have his lungs fixed by Panacea, what are we going to do now!?

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♦ Topic: Panacea spotted down by the walk!?
In: Boards ► News ► Events ► Brockton Bay
Michael_McDoesn'tExist (Original Poster) (Who're you gonna grab?)
Posted On Dec 30th 2010:
Yo! I was done at the boardwalk like 2 minutes ago and saw what appeared to be an older Panacea. Like, instead of the mousy frizzy brown curly hair and freckles from forehead to chin.

She turned into what apeared to be a bronze skined goddes!

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►PanPan (Verified Cape) (Veteran Member)
Replied On Jan 1st 2011:
Said three Hail Mary's, ate my vitamins, fucked off and died, amen!
Hello Brockton Bay! It's ya gurl, Skinny Penis.

You might be wondering where the fuck I've been. Refer to the first sentence, now you might wanna know what I look like now after a whole month of being gone.

[Attachment]

And yes, I worked for, like, a half minute to make the picture look that good.

6'2", Cut, with a goddess like body, and yes, my boobs are that big now, all flesh no silicone. No, I'm not going to give anyone else a fat ass and J-cups with a body builder build.

Now you may be wondering why I look that way. Well, I have been seeing a doctor, and he's administered a rather... unorthodox treatment. It was a spa day. A deep tissue massage and a face mask... of my own powers.

Triggering twice is not fun, but hey, PanPan is a shape changer now. Maybe I'll body-snatch someone... Nah, too much work.

►Glory Girl (Verified Cape)
Replied On Jan 1st 2011:
Amy! Where the hell have you been! Do you know how worried I was about you!?

And what the hell happened to you!? Why do you look so different!?

►Laserdreamer (Verified Cape)
Replied On Jan 1st 2011:
Amy, are you okay! Do you need anyone to pick you up? I can come pick you up right now if you DM where you are.

►PanPan (Verified Cape) (Veteran Member)
Replied On Jan 1st 2011:
Clearly, my adopted Sister didn't read into my previous post.

Question, because I'm so close with the guy now, I have to ask y'all.

Why is it that only human hands can reach into hell? Don't you think that's weirdly fucked up? Death can't do it.

►Glory Girl (Verified Cape)
Replied On Jan 1st 2011:
Amy where are you, clearly you've been mastered, and we need to get you to safety away from whoever is masquerading as the god of death!

Just DM me or Crystal wherever you are and I'll come pick you up!

►Thanatos (Yes, I am Death) (No, you can't do shit.) (I am beyond your mortal understanding)
Replied On Jan 1st 2011:
I was put here at the dawn of life on earth to feed on the last breath of every one of you Fuckers. I'm a little more than a thing.

And yes, the thread is temporarily locked to most people so none of you little shits can interfere in the family drama.

And before anyone starts asking philosophical questions like "Death doesn't make anything, Death doesn't live" Is there a point to that? Are you going to dictate your fucking obituary to me, Belmont_Trev? I see your dumbass trying to say something.

►PanPan (Verified Cape) (Veteran Member)
Replied On Jan 1st 2011:
Now we know that the members of the Dallon and Pelham households are immune to Glory Girl's fucking Aura. However with the BBB, New wave way back when, taking me from my Father... Yeah, I'm not blood related, so I got affected.

It's been, like, 300 years for me, but like just over a month for y'all. I got a new gender-fluid Significant other, and we shitpost together.

BTW, To Coil, the fucker who put two merchants up to take the fall for kidnapping me.

►Thanatos (Yes, I am Death) (No, you can't do shit.) (I am beyond your mortal understanding)
Replied On Jan 1st 2011:
I'm going to eat your soul, shit it out and use it to smother the fucking monster you keep in your basement to death.

►PanPan (Verified Cape) (Veteran Member)
Replied On Jan 1st 2011:
Oh, don't hate me cuz I'm beautiful asshole.

Maybe if you got rid of that ol' yee-yee as haircut and snake costume you got, Thomas Calvert would get some bitches on his dick.

Nah, better yet, maybe Piggot would call your dog ass if she quit fuckin' with that Armsmaster she's directing or that PRT she's fuckin' with.

Assssholeeeee

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♦ Topic: Wolfman Case 53?
In: Boards ► Places ► America ► Brockton Bay
Heisenberger (Original Poster) (Not a cook)
Posted On Jan 1st 2011:
Right, so. There I was cooking up a meal in the local chain store I work at, when I look outside and spot this giant 6'6" Wolf man.

Like, tail and all. Now you might go, "Oh, isn't that just a furry costume?"

No, It wasn't, not when he looked fucking life like! Like the tips of his fur were black, and he was dressed in a butler outfit like he was from some Victorian era's staff!?

He was carrying out some sort of errand, but When I went outside to double-check, I got a look at his legs. They were fucking covered up to the calf in clear Tinkertech and made metal clacking sounds as he walked around.

I shit you not, no winter gear or anything, mutherfucker was just walking around without the cold bothering him! He held himself with grace and all that shit.

Anyways, discuss or something? I'm just going to get back to cooking.

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►benDover
Replied On Jan 1st 2011:
Umm, can we get anybody else to corroborate this?

NGL OP, you seem like you're on drugs.

►Heisenberger (Original Poster) (Not a cook)
Replied On Jan 1st 2011:
I WAS NOT ON DRUGS!

I've been 6 months sober, man!

►LittleRedHood
Replied On Jan 1st 2011:
I don't know man, really fucking far-fetched here, it's been hours since you posted and nobody has been able to corroborate your story.

►Heisenberger (Original Poster) (Not a cook)
Replied On Jan 1st 2011:
I can guarantee you, I did not have a drug induced hallucination!

Here! Proof!
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►I_Will_Not_Sleep (Sleep Deprived)
Replied On Jan 1st 2011:
Okay, wow!

He really is so life like?

Any bets that's just a Tinker in highly advanced fursuit? I wouldn't put it past some closeted furry to do this if they got powers.

►Phaethon (Verified Cape) (Verified Rogue) (Verified Proxy) (Is a Tinker)
Replied On Jan 1st 2011:
No, I am not a "Furry" whatever that means, Master Proxy. I am a Thiren, though I hardly see what that has to do with me following the terms and conditions of our contract and running a couple errands for you. — Lycaon.

Heyo! I'm new here, you can call me Phaethon! The person you met on the boardwalk was Von Lycaon, of the Victoria Housekeeping Co.

Welcome to the foums, Phaethon. Your verification has been completed. -Tin_Mother

►Iron_Mech
Replied On Jan 1st 2011:
Hello Phaethon, welcome to fourms.

►Henshin_Ranger (Not a tinker) (Unverified Cape)
Replied On Jan 1st 2011:
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User received an infraction for this post: Please do not advocate actions that can bring harm to others.

The next infraction is a permanent ban, Ranger. -Tin_Mother

►WhiteKnight (Verified PRT Agent)
Replied On Jan 1st 2011:
It's been said before but it bares repeating.

Do not approach random capes on the side of the street, especially new ones. You don't know their powers, you don't know anything about them.

Run away and immediately call your local PRT if you happen to find an unknown cape out and about.

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►I_Ucked_Cuthulu
Replied On Jan 1st 2011:
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User received an infraction for this post: Please do not post NSFW stuff, nor explicitly describe what you would do or want to have happened to you.

Cuthulu, stop. We've had repeated issues about your conduct, next time is a week ban. -John_PHO

►SailorRedSun (Unverified Cape)
Replied On Jan 1st 2011:
Humph! This is ridiculous! Obviously, the Wolfman is a villain! What else could he be doing besides nefarious dealings.

►Winged_One
Replied On Jan 1st 2011:
I swear, SailorRedSun, you are almost as bad as void.

►Phaethon (Verified Cape) (Verified Rogue) (Verified Proxy) (Is a Tinker)
Replied On Jan 1st 2011:
I most certainly wasn't expecting this... Honestly, y'all need to calm down and not be... so Horny/Aggressive.

Like, chill out please, I fear for the safety of my Hollow Raiders with you all doing stuff like that!

►Iron_Mech
Replied On Jan 1st 2011:
Hollow Raiders? Care to elaborate on that?

*Pulls out a bucket of chicken thighs.*

►Victoria Housekeeping Co. (HR Dispatch Agency)
Replied On Jan 1st 2011:
I will take it from here, Master Proxy. Lest you unleash Pandora's box. Again. Corin still hasn't quiet recovered from your own fumble.

I am Lycaon of the Victoria Housekeeping Co. we are a recently established human resource dispatch agency. I answer the door, I clean up the estate, and I take out the trash among other things.

Our team has the persona of old-school domestic helpers from the Victorian Era, but each with their own unique twists. — Lycaon.

►Phaethon (Verified Cape) (Verified Rogue) (Verified Proxy) (Is a Tinker)
Replied On Jan 1st 2011:
Do you need a personal attendant?

Wait! Before you say "No" without thinking, lemme finish!

I'm not talking about an ordinary attendant, I'm talking about the kind of professionals you see described in a dictionary when you look up the word "attendant"! These rational, reliable elites will serve you as if you are royalty and follow you to the edge of the world (during the contract period, of course). With their help, you'll be able to focus on being a better person, free of worldly worries... That's the kind of attendant I'm talking about!

Ohh? You're interested? That's great!

Oh by the way, you won't mind that he's covered in fur, has sharp teeth, fuzzy ears, and a fluffy tail, right?

Great~ Now lemme introduce to you this outstanding attendant from Victoria Housekeeping Co. — Lycaon!

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►BayBurryBacker (Wiki Warrior)
Replied On Jan 1st 2011:
MMMM~

Did you seriously create a poster of this, Von Lycaon? Just to promote their business?

And his name, Lycaon'.

Is It a reference to the Greek myth of King Lycaon?

Who cooked his son and served him to Zeus in order to trick him into eating human meat? And then he was thus punished by the god and transformed into a wolf?

Also, fun fact.

The name Lycaon derives from Ancient Greek λῠ́κος (lúkos, "wolf"), which is also the origin of the word "lycanthropy".

►Phaethon (Verified Cape) (Verified Rogue) (Verified Proxy) (Is a Tinker)
Replied On Jan 1st 2011:
I'm currently their contractor, and will be for the foreseeable future.

I've just moved to the bay, and they also just so happened to come to bay around the same time. Now for some reason I have a shitload of money, through inheritance... Don't really wanna talk about that... But yeah, they are essentially a full suite team.

►Victoria Housekeeping Co. (HR Dispatch Agency)
Replied On Jan 1st 2011:
Unfortunately, until the duration of our, Hefty contract, we will be unable to hire for a majority of things. However, our gracious Master Proxy has left in a clause allowing us to do the odd job here and their.

Of course, we have the right to refuse jobs as we see fit.... But I wouldn't worry about that, sweeties. — Alexandrina.

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►BayBurryBacker (Wiki Warrior)
Replied On Jan 1st 2011:
Welcome to chat Miss Alexandrina, is our cape name a reference to the Alexandria because you have similar powers?

►John_PHO (Moderator)
Replied On Jan 1st 2011:
Alright, sorry We've gotten derailed, and I'm locking this thread, you all can discuss this when a new thread about VHC comes around. -John_PHO

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♦ Topic: Victoria Housekeeping Co.
In: Boards ► Orginizations ► America ► Brockton Bay
Victoria Housekeeping Co. (Original Poster) (HR Dispatch Agency)
Posted On Jan 1st 2011:
We are a recently established human resource dispatch agency. And our team has the persona of old-school domestic helpers from the Victorian Era, but each with their own unique twists.

We offer a wide range of high-quality services, including item retrieval, disposal of dubious items and more. Within reason to our moral standard of-course.

Please bear in mind that while we could be considered "Capes" we are not here to partake in the frivolous lifestyle of status quo maintaining and copes and robbers game that seems to go upon endlessly.

Please also respect that when we are out of uniform, we are not trying to be capes but rather normal people living their lives. And for our team, it is very hard to separate our lives because of our looks.

Please reach out to "***-***-****" for more information about our services.

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►Phaethon (Verified Cape) (Verified Rogue) (Verified Proxy) (Is a Tinker)
Replied On Jan 1st 2011:
Mou~

No fair! I'm going to be stuck answering the phone forever now!

Well, payback time. I'm going to do Introductions!

Von Lycaon, the 6'6" Wolf Butler and leader.
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Can resolve any matter. The most trusted of attendants, and solid support for any team.
Rational and wise, a true gentleman who can't tolerate a single stain.
Offers absolute loyalty to the one he decides to follow.
Though outwardly sophisticated and rational, his innate feral character will reveal itself when faced with certain dangers.
[ATTACHTMENT]

Ellen Joe, the Shork Girl.
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"Let's end it here. I'm tired."
"Just a moment, let me check... there's still... two questions left!"
"...zzz..."
"Miss Ellen? Miss Ellen? She's already asleep..."
[ATTACHTMENT]
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Corin Wickes, the frakenstien maid.
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Domestic work or not, leave everything to her!
(Oh, uhh? B-but I'm not that good!)

She's obedient, diligent and responsible, and not afraid of a little hard work!
(One moment please! That's really not me!)

She'll never let her companions suffer, and always takes responsibility!
(Please listen to me! Such exaggeration will make customers misunderstand!)

You'll find no better maid than Corin!
(Oooh, please, please don't send this report out! This isn't the real me!)
[ATTACHTMENT]
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Alexandrina Sebastiane, the puppeteer.
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"Are you the new master? Rina from Victoria Housekeeping, at your service."
"Oh my, would you look at the time? I just prepared some snacks~"
"Allow me to bring them over for everyone~"
"Ah! No, no thanks!!!"
"W—We still have another interview next... We'll be going now!"
[ATTACHTMENT]
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Taaa daaa~

Victoria Housekeeping Co. at your services, I'm the manager, Phaethon, or as they would call me... Master Proxy.

For the duration of my contract, I will be acting as a manager for them as they help me in my day-to-day life.

Nice to met ya, Brockton Bay, I hope we get along just fine~

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Fou-san · 2025-06-19T09:36:51+0100

"So, let me get this straight," I asked the truth look-a-like in front of me. Grin plastered wide across his stupid face. "You're going to send me to the veritable death world that is worm… And I can only ask for one thing?" He nodded. "As long as it's not stupid like the gamer system or something along those lines, and just so you are aware, people glaze the hell outta JJK! Inverted spear of Heaven and the Soul Split Katana could easily beat Heian Era Sukuna."

The ROB almost started ranting about his idea to copy them both and feed them into an LMG, before shutting up and staring me down with no eyes. "So, I could ask to be character?" I gotta check my options here. "Indeed, Gojo Satoru… Goku, which by the way, you would have to do all the training for both… Naruto, again training, to use his body and shit." Well, that just made shit tough.

"What if, I knew the character inside and out, everything about them?" It was a fair question if you asked me. "Oh? Well, I suppose I could bend the rules… just a little, as a treat." Okay so… what could I-

"I get the sense you know what you want?" So you see, that's where the trouble began. "I do." That smile. "I want to be my D&D Warlock character, with all his items and, at max level, Alaster Leistung." That dammed smile.

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"So anyway, mister squirrel, that can't talk, and I have taken hostage as my new friend, We're going to go spend an hour or so in the Forrest!" Despite the young man's exotic looks, he had a manic grin in his eye as the squirrel still in his hand repeatedly continued to try and escape.

If one were to look at him from afar, they might be puzzled. He had spiky, red hair with black roots alongside orange eyes. And looked remarkably like a character called Stark from an Anime.

"True Poly Morph Ancient Gold Dragon here I come!" He cried as ran further into the forrest.

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"Doesn't matter your aim, just shoot. You see one lying on the ground? Shoot the little bitch twice more to be sure. We give them no chances to be clever or lucky, understand?" Ah, now's here the dilemma I have to ask myself, do I step in and fuck shit up? Or do I let shit play out? Letting it play out could be interesting, poking little holes here and there, or I could try-

And I OOP- Taytay is already going after his balls! Now, how should I play this? Shit poster? Charming? Idiotically dense? Or could I try the Gil treatment? *Whoosh* Now isn't that just a nice bit of heat~ Been here a whole week and didn't think to act like a Lizzard.

Right, Lung. Pact weapon summoned, sitting in cool position, light, camera and - ACTION!
"You know? You seem like a mongrel flailing around because it can't find its mother's teat." Maybe a bit too much Gil, but having a deep baritone voice is so much fun! I could probably do commercials.

"You dare!?" His head whipped to me, great, I got his stupid fucking attention. "I am the Dragon of Kyushu, Lung! I rule this city!" Posturing, great. I also get to introduce myself… Hmmm… I could? "I hear you, Dragon of Kyushu, Lung! But what is a single mongrel to the King of Dragons, Bahamut!" Stand and flourish my Ascendant Dragon's Wrath Greataxe.

"King of Dragons!? THERE IS NO ONE ABOVE I!" And that, sounds like a Challenge. "Hmph! You flail around, fending off bugs like cattle! Let us see how you do when you are what you act." bash the butt of my weapon on the ground for show, and a little component pouch fuckery.

And he doesn't make the fucking Wis throw! "Mooo!" Fucking dumbass went against me when I had 8 hours rest, bitch. "Is this all you have to say for yourself, Lung? Unable to use your power to change back?" Taunting is quite fun, and having his men cower in fear isn't as nice as I thought.

"Hollow~" Steal a page from Gojo and flavour my Eldritch blast to look purple, let it build and have his cronies run. "Purple." And purposefully destroy the road next to it, the loud sound and shock should knock him out.

3… 2… 1… Dismiss Pact Axe, and…

"You may come out now, Children." Don't even gotta look at her to feel cool while wearing a scowl. Truly a moment of all time during my debut! *Thud, Thud* You know, I might just freak out and want to pet the giant mutated dogs.

Turning around, I get treated to the sight of the Undersiders, minus Taylor, but I could still hear her skitter around over there.

"You really saved us a lot of trouble," Despite the helmet, I hear him clearly. Deep masculine voice that should've been muffled by what was basically a motorcycle helmet, god I love being an AGD. "*Snort* He is lung, the false Dragon of Kyushu, so as I have decreed. You and your Ilk should leave, unless you wish for me to capture you as well?" They all stood on edge, especially little old Tats, not much you can get off me when you're no-sold, huh?

"Right…" Headbreaker's kid spoke up; Alec, Hijack, Regent, Jean-Paul Vasil… You know, it would probably be good PR if I just straight up fucked over Heartbreaker. "Leaving so soon, Skitter? I would assume you wanted to greet the kids Lung spoke of?" That's right, just keep up the mask, fuck over the time-line, we are doing this.

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Taylor froze, halfway to the fire escape. The deep baritone voice just contributed to the scare factor. He had dealt with Lung with No issue, insulting him and acting like a greedy king. And now he was calling on her.

Slowly she turned as she stood, mechanically walking over as the people she wanted to 'save' all got back on their giant monster dogs and dashed off. Fire licked at the corners of Bahamut's mouth, and she finally had a chance to truly take him in.

7 feet of slim swimmer muscle, not bulging like a body builder but still clearly defined. He wore black pants that flapped with the small breeze, his long clearly 3-4 foot tail swishing idly as his slitted pupils, cat like really, stared her down like a cat that caught a particularly interesting mouse.

"Uh, Um." Mentally, she was freaking out, trying to shunt everything she could into her swarm to ease the burden on her as he crossed his arms. His finger nails were more like claws, golden scales covered his arms and a portion of his torso. Long jagged horns adorned his head, curling inward, his eye shined with warm amusement.

"Take however long you need, I understand my appearance can be considered rather… Ephemeral." And wasn't that an understatement, honestly, if he was her age Emma would most definitely- She slapped herself, causing confusion to overcome the man's face, highlighting the scales on his neck that stopped on the edge of his jaw and just under his eyes on the cheek bone.

"Uh, nothing to worry about. Nope, nothing at all." The sound of an engine gunning roared across the open night sky, growing louder as the rider grew closer. His head tilted, long orange hair with black roots flowing in the wind with a lusciousness she wished she could have with her hair.

"The master of Armaments is on his way, if someone from the Protectorate guild shows their face and finds two ne'er-do-wells fighting, they are not inclined to let either walk away." His baritone voice snapped Taylor out from her pondering.

"Come, Skittering one, we should pay lip service to the guild master." The way he spoke reminded her of Myrddin, causing her to cringe back. With a wave of his hand, Lung had turned back to normal. And that's when she finally had it click, he had turned the man into a COW.

Flames licked the sides of his mouth as he exhaled, and then he was crouching next to the downed Dragon, poking at him with a clawed finger. Long since the fight started had lung's men fled, leaving their weapons on the ground as they ran.

Soon at the end of the street arrived Armsmaster, the bike he was riding slowing to a stop approximately 20 ft away. Clearly on edge, his Halberd was always within reach of an Arm. "You gonna fight me?" He questioned as he stepped off the bike, the suspension kicking in and raising it up higher.

"Welcome to the field of battle, Master of Armaments, I am Bahamut." She watched from the rooftop as he gave a small nod. "Right." He continued to stand at the ready, just waiting for the ball to drop. Probably because he assumed, due to Bahamut's more eastern features-

"No, I'm not one of the False Dragon's subordinates. The King of Dragons would never stoop so low as to server another." He said it with such confidence and bravado that she just… couldn't believe him. "You're telling the truth," Armsmaster said. His shoulders easing up as he walked forward.

"Skitter, did you inject him with any venom?" Before she could react, Bahamut was back to looking at her, Armsmaster joining him. She quickly ducked under the small about of cover she had as she barely unleashed a quiet "No."

"Do forgive Skitter, it is both of our debut's" Bahamut shrugged as armsmaster nodded, sticking the tip of his weapon into the False dragon's shoulder. "You're both new faces, that makes sense."

"And do understand, that she hasn't decided on a name, I just called her Skitter because of how I heard her moving around." Bahamut waved nonchalantly. Getting a nod from the other man, All Taylor wanted to do at the moment was skitter into a hole and die.

"Understood. Have either of you thought of joining the Protectorate?" He seemed to make idle conversation as he started welding him under a steel cage on the sidewalk. "Ah, good guild master, you are already aware of my stance!" Bahamut spoke with pride, a deep laugh bubbling from his chest as he started walking off.

"I'm afraid I have to go find this one's young explosion mage!" Armsmaster tensed at that, obvious drawing on experience of interacting with Myrddin. "He has another cape on his team that specializes in something to do with explosions? You could work with us, make the entire process easier on you and us."

Armsmaster offered, now ignoring Taylor, who started to slowly slink off. "A threat like them shouldn't be ignored, Master of Arms. I'm afraid she'll disable the entire swordcoast's lights out." Bahamut's back changed, scaly wings growing to an impressive 13ft long wingspan.

"I wish you luck, Guild Master, when I've captured the explosive mage I shall drop them off outside your room." With a gust of wind, Alaster Leistung, otherwise now known as Bahamut, flew off into the night sky.

Fou-san · 2025-06-19T09:37:10+0100

"Good morning class, unfortunately do to some... Less than savoury circumstances last week, your previous teacher is no longer here." Ten's of pairs of eyes all stared down at her as she stood in front of the classroom. 'I wonder if the being that sent me here orchestrated this situation.' "For the rest of your time here, I'm going to be your new World Issues teacher." She turned to the blackboard, the chalk in her hand smoothly writing in beautiful Calligraphy.

She turned back to the class, pointing at it with her hand. "We're going to be starting today with something simple, before moving onto the syllabus that's been provided to me." On the board were 4 Questions; Name, a like and a dislike, a future dream and a hobby. "I want each of you to write down the following on a piece of paper and hand it to me before the end of class, but I'll go first."

"My name is Alice Zuberg, I quite like Ramen and dislike Neo-Nazi's." Instantly, a 3rd of her class bristled, glares became directed at her. "My dream for the future is to have you all graduate as upstanding members of society, and as for a hobby?" She cross her arms and closed her eye, thinking it over for a second.

"Reading Manga." She turned around, erasing the words from the board. "Now, let's see here..." She promptly sat down at her desk. She ruffled through the papers, a frown growing on her face as she turned page after page. "Good Lord, that's a lot of cape centric stuff..." She muttered.

"Alright then, open your text books and turn to page 223. We'll be going over the Madison Exclusion zone, what happened there and why it is what it is now." Groans erupted from the class, "This is the first step of our new unit, where we will be going over the impact capes have had on our lives." Her eyes roamed across the seating, eventually landing on the lone girl who didn't have a textbook, a quick glance at the assigned seating showed said girl to be on Taylor Hebert.

"Miss Hebert?" Taylor's eyes widened, her last name being pronounced correctly caught her off guard. "Please come to the front of the class, I see you don't have your textbook out. I assume this is because you forgot yours in your locker, you may share mine." Taylor seemed to receded in on her self as one girl matching the description and seat position of Madison Clements glared.

"Do you have something to say, Miss Clements?" Clearly, both weren't expecting me to pick up on that glare. "Oh, Um." Ah, didn't know what to say? "Clearly you have something to say, you were glaring at another student, were you not?" Taylor looked absolutely mortified, "Bah, it doesn't matter. Not right now, at least."

A shiver went up student's spines as they watched their new teach level a half lidded stare at the "Popular and Cute" girl, her lips set in a small smile that gave nothing but foreboding. *Clap Clap* The class flinched at her claps, Taylor quickly moved up to the teachers' desk, standing there awkwardly.

"Miss Hebert, please see me after class, I have some things to discuss with you." Madison smiled Devilishly, clearly thinking that Taylor would be in trouble, as the girl looked absolutely lost. "Now, let's continue our lesson, we only have so much time to learn." The class quickly resumed what it was doing, while one Taylor Anne Hebert felt a pit form in her stomach.

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"Alright class, clean up your things and get going, I'm letting you leave 5 minutes early today, so enjoy your lunch." Miss Zuberg called to the class, I couldn't help the weightless feeling of dread that welled up in my stomach. What was going to happen, was she going to punish me for no reason? Was she going to single me out and pick on me?

"The homework for today, I want you all to think about capes and how they've impacted the world around you. Directly and Indirectly, this is an essay assignment, with the goal to hit 3 thousands words." Groans came from students, clearly unhappy. "I understand 3 thousand might be much for some of you, which is why that's a goal to reach, I want a minimum of 15 hundred words by Monday when you hand them in."

Clearly she singled me out for a reason, and I doubt it was because of my textbook. So what could this meeting be for? Soon the students cleared from the classroom, with Miss Zuberg waving them off with a smile. Madison lingered at the door before it was shut and the blinds drawn. I watched her walk back to the desk, a dark blue dress with a beige overcoat accentuating her more feminine body than mine.

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"Hello Taylor." I wanted to give her a pat on the head but settled for one on her shoulder. Causing her to shrink in on herself more. "I understand you're probably confused about this situation, but I believe this is a necessary talk." I reached down into my cabinet draw that I set up this morning when I came in. I plopped a large binder down, clearly causing the girl to pale even more and stutter out, trying to find words.

"The School board and Super intendant specifically placed me here after the fiasco with Mr. Gladly and Miss Jones were caught." You see, it's weird. I know how to teach a class despite never doing so, I know how to fight with a sword and activate all these swords skills despite never learning or being from the SAO world.

I died, shot in the heart, and woke up here, in my apartment with a packet in front of me explaining everything and my "assignment" from this world's new me. Of course, I was now Alice Synthesis Thirty, but I was always good at adapting.

"We believe this school is a drain on the public school system and the economy of Brockton bay itself. The school has, quite frankly, gone astray. And I've been able to collect numerous bits of evidence about this." I pushed the binder forward, toward Taylor. "Take a deep breath in, One, Two, Three, Four. Out, One, Two, Three, Four." Clearly she can still listen to me as she's starting to have a panic attack.

"Name one thing you can touch right now." She mumbled about the armrest of the chair, her eyes unfocused. "Smell?" Wood, of-course, I would smell like the trees I carry with me everywhere. "Hear?" My voice, good, her eyes are coming back in focus. "See?" Golden hair, correct. "Taste?" Ash, is not a good taste.

"Are you with me?" I asked, taking things slow. Getting a nod, I nodded back, this was good. "Then you can look," I gestured to the binder before me, "Numerous crimes, faculty failing and others things among them, and an entire section dedicated to what has happened to you." I scowled at the book, "Teachers neglecting you, students out right assaulting you, spreading rumours and lies, we have a very solid case to close this school down."

Taylor looked up at me, disbelief on her face. "You, are my lynch pin in this." I started tapping the still closed book. "Why." Her voice was soft and meek. Something only someone so damaged could deliver. "The locker." her eyes instantly locked onto me. "I read the report, and I suspect that even if the hospital didn't find any evidence nor did the police or PRT look into it.... You triggered." Her face changed, to fear as she shot from the chair and moved backwards.

Bugs started to swarm in the room, crawling in from everywhere. Yet I sat still, unbothered, I assume she thinks I'm part of the E88. "I'm not here with a recruitment pitch, nor am I part of the E88."

"How do I know I can trust you." She was defensive, looking for a way out of this situation. The buzzing of the insects, barely a nuisance. "You don't, I only suspected you triggered, you just confirmed it for me." She scowled. "I'm a person who wishes to live a very quiet life, one that isn't plagued by pointless dick waving contests, so to be fair to you, Skitter." She back away even more as I stood, her bugs forming a rough shield in front of her.

I reached my hand out, grabbing onto both scabbards. My Fragrant Olive Sword and Kirito's Night Sky Sword. My armour replacing my clothes. "You may call me Alice Synthesis Thirty. I know your civilian name, and you know mine. You know I wish to live a quiet life, and you know how to stop that." I released my pull, my armour and weapons disappearing. I sat back down.

"Now, how would you like to get back at the trio of girls who've wrong you so?" I rested my chin on my hands, elbows on the desk, as I stared through the cloud of bugs into her eyes.

Fou-san · 2025-06-19T09:37:28+0100

"Alright everyone, pair up, Percy you're with me." Luke Castellan stood in the Arena, pairing others off as I watched. Magic trickled into my ears as a boy placed his hand on Percy's shoulder. "Good luck," the boy told him. "Luke's the second-best swordsman in the last three hundred years." I smirked, that title firmly belonged to me. "Maybe he'll go easy on me," Percy said. Clearly, he was hopeful his words would prevail.

Though Luke showed him thrusts parries and shield blocks the hard way, the kid had spirit. I shouldn't really be surprised considering he is THE Percy Jackson, son of THE Sally Jackson. But with every goddamn swipe Luke sent his way, his body became more battered. I slowly made my way into the Arena as they all sat down for a quick water break.

"Okay, everybody, circle up!" Luke ordered them, getting compliance from his students. "If Percy doesn't mind, I want to give you a little demo." He smiled at the boy. "Oi, Casty! Lemme have a go at the newbie." The sword fighters flinched at my voice, not like I particularly cared. "You sure, Emiya?" Surprise littered his face.

"Very, I'll show him that disarming tech you got steamrolled by." I couldn't help the smile from breaking out. "Who's she?" Though his voice was low, I could still hear Percy whisper to the boy next to him. "SHE can hear you, and her name is Shirou Emiya." I turned to him, pointing at myself. "Front and Centre water boy." Confusion glanced across the Hermes boys, but they all stood ready to watch him get his shit rocked.

"Now watch the blade." He looked puzzled where I pulled my sword from but... He'll find that out later. "This disarming technique." I put my blade angist his and rested it on the hand guard, "I'm teaching you how to twist the enemy's blade with the flat of your own sword so that they have no choice but to drop the weapon." His arm moved uncomfortably as he tried to compensate for my moves, in but a moment he folded and the blade dropped form his hands.

"Now, pull out that pen of yours and let's do battle!" He seemed surprised I knew of his Riptide, kek moment honestly. "Luke," I got his attention drawn to us. "Refere." He sighed and steped between us with a hand. "First Contact, pull away after. Ready, Percy?" Unease upon the 12-year-old's face but this is fine, for me at least.

I took a step back as luke backed off, Percy rushing forward with the grace of a baby lamb, his sword glanced off my own. "In all my years of living, It isn't very often that I get pissed off." Despite my back to the boy, I walked, dodging each and every one of his strikes with foot work. Confusion came from the crowd as I sang. "I try to chill with the waves."

Honestly- *Clang* The flat of my blade pushed him off, he huffed as he steped back, settling into a defensive position. His eyes roamed me, thinking. "But damn, you crossed the line~" I held the note for a second before I was infront of him, blade pushing him down as his footwork failed him. "I've been so gracious~ And yet, you hurt this son of mine!"

His feet adjusted, gaining proper grip as I let a trickle of killing intent wash over only him. The smile stretching my lips. "That's right, the cyclops you made blind, is mine." I could feel the confusion on the other campers. I backed off to the water table, the boy following me as I reached for an open container of water. "I'm left without a choice and without a doubt~" *SPLASH* I could see the energy invigorate him as he was drenched in water.

"Guess the pack of wolves is swimming with the shark now~" He was on me again, thinking less and just acting. His blade whistling through the air as he lunched swipe after swipe, no longer holding his blade in two hands. "I've gotta make you bleed, I need to see you drown!" I clashed against his edge with my own, pushing his blade up and leaving him wide open. "But before you go, I need to make you learn how~" That kick was going to bruise if he wasn't drenched.

The clouds gathered in the sky, darkening during this fight. "Ruthlessness is mercy upon ourselves!" One of the campers sung after me, just falling into the mood. "Ruthlessness is mercy upon ourselves!" Cheers came around the arena as the little wolf in front of me tried to fight. "Ourselves!" I jumped to the side, his blade smashing into the ground with a heave.

"You are the worst kind of good 'cause you're not even great!" He stayed where he was, his eyes tracking me as I circled him. "A Greek who reeks of false righteousness, that's what I hate!" The water on the ground swirled in a corner, unknown to those who weren't paying attention. "'Cause you fight to save lives, but won't kill and don't get the job done~" I relished in the anger in his eyes, wanting him to hate me, to strike me down where he stood.

"I mean, you totally could have avoided all this had you just killed my son." Once more, people looked puzzled, but a couple clever campers clearly understood where I was drawing from. "But no~ You are far too nice, mercy has a price!" Once more, I took a thing of water and splashed his face as he rushed me, his eyes closed as he swung horizontally to try to nick me.

"It's the final crack, we're bound to break the ice now! You reveal your name, then you let him live~ Unlike you, I've got no mercy left to give 'cause!" My blade vibrated with each and every clash of our blades, he did what I knew would be his signature move in the end. Giving up all thoughts and into pure instinct, he just adjusted to blocking and parrying my strikes when I gained a second sword.

"Ruthlessness is mercy upon ourselves!" I pointed with a blade at another camper, my right stuck in a clash against an angry Percy, they sang my line slightly off-key. "Ruthlessness is mercy upon ourselves! Ourselves!" I locked both into a bind against Percy's Riptide, the metals grinding against each other into a harmonious sound to my ears.

"And now it is finally time to say goodbye, today you die." I pushed again, over powering his water given strength and landing him on his back foot as I pushed forward. "Unless, of course, you apologize" Strike after strike as his stance became less firm and panic grew on his face. "For my son's pain and all his cries." He fell backwards, my blade put in front of his throat, as he looked upon me with fear.

Luke sighed and walked up, my blade intercepted, being pointed at him.

"The line between naïveté and hopefulness is almost invisible." Clearly, people were confused as I had won, yet stopped Luke from calling it. "So close your heart, the world is dark and-" His hand grabbed his sword, brining a smile to my lips. I pulled my sword back, readying up for a stab to his throat. "Ruthlessness is mercy." I'm sure shadows covered my eyes as they glowed fire-red. "Die." I thrust.

Percy's sword deflected my own as he rolled out of the way, I rolled with the stab and across the ground. Standing up, I was relentlessly assaulted by a stone faced child. His blade singing in glee as the battle continued till I purposefully tripped on a rock and landed on my ass wide open. Already, Percy went for the stab, his blade stopping just shy of my throat.

"Any last words?" He was thinking again, his eyes searching me to figure out what I could do next. The arena waited in bated breath as Chiron finally arrived. "All I gotta do is open this bag!" Confusion crossed his face. "What?" I kicked out his legs in a windmill back to my feet, fingers stopping his blade from retaliating as I chuckled.

"You fight with instinct, kid, and you do it well. Stop thinking." I let go, his arm falling to his side as he laid flat on the ground. "Make sure to come meet me in the smithy when you need any help with your weapons... I'm just gonna call ya Salt." I turned away, hands sliding into my pockets as I gained new ideas for blades to forge.

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"Who was she?" Percy asked Luke as he helped him up.

"Penelope, Head counsellor of Cabin 9. She took the title from Charles Beckendorf a year or so ago." Luke had a complicated look on his face, a smile yet not one.

Fou-san · 2025-06-19T09:37:56+0100

"So, I get to be my SW5e Character, but in Persona 3?" A young man asked the rather tall and hairy man in front of him. His eyes roamed the room once more as the other man's voice kind of... Faded. It seemed to be a Café, it was small and kinda of cramped, but had a really homely feeling to it.

"No, little one, you cannot Pipe-bomb our new guest." The man offering him this opportunity said to what appeared to be a Neco-Arc. One of many in this weird place. "Now, as I was summarizing." His smooth baritone voice said, a copy of the man he apparently 'Cosplayed' as. "Your abilities will be somewhat changed to fit this world, and you'll have a couple of your items with you." He nodded in turn.

"Your force sight will work like normal, however instead of Light and Dark, it will be Persona User and Non Persona User. Blue for Persona, Grey for Non." He simplified, seemingly not paying attention to the young man in front of him. More occupied with the paper work sitting on his table. "You'll be granted Revans Lightsaber and Elite Watchman Blaster, but not the AR Rifle."

He nodded, understanding flashing across his face as he thought of the Anti-Material rifle he spoke of. "Your Watchman will use up SP. Your Vow of Fate will be changed to instead shift the odds in your favour once a day. We'll do away with the Ki and Force points, instead using SP." Lycaon paused, seemingly being distracted by something behind him.

"Ah, I do believe that I need to let you go." Alexander didn't have a chance to say a thing or look behind him before waking up next to Makoto.

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'Let's take stock of our inventory, having years worth of memories crammed fucking sucks, but at least I know what I have.' Alex "Looked" to his left, seeing the Male Protagonist from Persona 3. 'I can hear exceptionally well, that's not going to fuck me over in the long run.' He silently grumbled to herself as he "Looked" inward to his sort-of yet not really inventory she was granted.

'Tarot deck from Persona 3, My Lightsaber and Blaster... That's all? Really? Man-Oh, any clothes I wear are turned into my robes? Nice.' Aleris thought as she finally took a breath in this new world, the air so much cleaner than his previous one. 'I feel weird how my identities as Fenris from this world and Alexander are kinda merging.'

It was a weird dichotomy, suddenly having both 16 years as a male and 16 years as a female, even as well-endowed as she now was. 'I think I'm slightly bigger than Noriko Kashiwagi...' They looked down, feeling the bra rub against their skin slightly uncomfortably to their male side of the brain but providing a lot of comfortable support to the female side.

"Attention passengers, we sincerely apologize for any inconvenience caused by the delay. The next stop is Iwatodai." She grabbed the cane next to me and her big red suitcase from above her seat, moving to settle in next to our blue-haired protagonist. She didn't have to wait log for the doors to open and let her through, even thought she could technically see perfectly fine... She still used a cane to sell the illusion of being blind.

Makoto seemed too engrossed in his Mp3 Device to notice me following him through the station and into the dark-hour. His music cutting out entirely as I could hear blood drip onto the floor. The only sound accompanying us as we walked through coffins were the sounds of our footsteps. I stepped in, time seemingly skipping for me past Pharos and directly to Yukari appearing.

"Who's there!" I could see both silhouettes in glowing blue. Yukari's hand shaking as she held it over her Evoker. "Oh yes, shoot the blind girl, will you?" Erica Lindbeck's voice, eh? I vibe with it. "Huh!?"

"Takeba! Wait!" Mitsuru appeared from down the hallway, Makoto's headset kicking in and blasting music again. 'Hello there, my dear Waifu!' She approached closer, seemingly surprised at seeing me tapping my cane against the floor with a slight clak sound. "I'm sorry about that, I didn't think you'd arrive so late." She nodded to Matoko before seemingly turning to look at me, still behind him at the door.

"My name is Mitsuru Kirijo. I'm one of the students who live in this dorm." She gave us both a curt nod. "May I know who you are?" I could feel the smile part my lips as I slightly bowed. 'And now's my time to shine, oh don't look at me confused protag-Kun.' I'm sure they are taking me in, if the glare I can feel from Yukari on my chest is anything to go by.

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"I'm Fenris, no last name. I'm a new transfer, like I assume the boy in front of me is... This is the girls' dorm, yes?" Mitsuru watched the Olive skinned girl, her hand holding her walking stick lightly. "You'd be incorrect, this is a co-ed one. It was a last minute decision to transfer the boy in front of you here... You should be at the other's Girl's dorm." The girl shrank in on herself, seeming losing her bravado from before as she chuckled. "Sorry, being blind has its disadvantages." She raised the black cloth covering her- "Oh!" Yukari breathlessly let out as they were treated to the sight of just skin, not even eye sockets.

"I'll be attending Gekkoukan High School this spring, Junior year, I got in with a scholarship." She seemingly pulled herself back into her previous tone of voice and body language, even if a dusting of pink graced her cheeks as the cloth fell back to covering her eyes. "Oh, where are my manners. This is Yukari Takeba. She'll be a junior this spring, just like the both of you."

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I know for sure I have that Monster Hunter Rise Fluffy long hairstyle now, fucking love this one!

"...Hey." She waved at us both, that's kind of her.

"Why do you have a gun?" Makoto, you can't just ask a lady that, buddy. "Huh? Um, well, it's sorta like a hobby... Well, not a hobby, but..." Yukari seemed to hesitate, taking a step back as she grabbed one hand in the order. "You know how it is these days... It's for self-defence." Mitsuru placated with an easy smile. "It's not a real gun, of course." She assured us.

"It would seem the Fool is curious." Everyone stared at me as I walked forward, not elaborating. "I'm sorry if it would be a bother but, considering it's pretty late, would it be alright if I spent the night?" I asked, laying a hand on Makoto's shoulder and feeling him shiver. "Your room is on the second floor, at the end of the hallway. Your things should already be there." Mitsuru reached forward, gently taking my hand and dragging me away.

"Luckily, we have a guest room you can stay in." Her hand was... So soft, and it honestly made my heart skip a beat as I could feel the warmth radiate off it. We walked toward the stairs, walking up to the 3rd floor and stopping at the first door. "This room isn't in use, but it has been prepped just in case." She pulled a key from her pocket, unlocking the door and letting the musty air out into the hall.

"Truly, thank you for letting sleep here tonight." I bowed, feeling the weight of my shoulder boulders being pulled down by gravity isn't the best, but I have to do my best to thank her. "I'll retrieve you tomorrow morning to take you to the school." She turned and started to leave, pausing at the door for a moment. "Was everything alright on your way here?"

Now, how do I answer that? I could be entirely truthful about knowing the dark Hour exists, I could hint at it, or I could- "Fenris?" Concern leaked into her voice at the time I was taking to answer. "It seemed to be, but I could've sworn I heard blood dripping on my way here." I was already turning away, opening my suitcase to grab my Fox Print Pajamas.

"Ah." She seemed lost for words at how nonchalant I was being. "Well, I'm going to head to bed, I'll see you in the morning!" She closed the door without another word, I could feel the cameras in the room shift slightly as they pointed towards me. I walked into the small bathroom and started my nightly routine and started singing.

"I'm a shape-shifter at Poe's masquerade~ Hiding both face and mind~" The clod water really felt good on my skin, silky smooth as it was... I was kinda disappointed I'd never actually get to see myself. "All free for you to draw~ I'm a shape-shifter, what else should I be?~" Erica Lindbeck truly does have a nice voice, and now I get to use it to sing... Weird, I thought I would be more excited over this... "Please don't take off my mask~" I grabbed the hand-towl and wiped the water from my face, quickly changing and moving into the sweet embrace of Morpheus.

"I'll also show you a sweet dream, next night." A voice whispered into my ear as I finally clonked out for the night.

Fou-san · 2025-06-19T09:41:25+0100

I have spent most of my past 48 hours playing Phantasy Star Online 2 New Genesis... And now, we have my character in worm.... CRACK TIME.
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Have you ever been put under? Like, Sedated and then suddenly... You're just awake?

Like, not even that groggy relaxed phase of when you just first wake up and everything is just puddy?

Now imagine that, but you're standing in the middle of a bank and in a brand-new body. And you just... Know stuff now? Like the fact that the comfortable weight on your back that's like 7ft long and heavy is in fact your very own launcher? That you just reach and grab it, and just wreak havoc on anything with its destructive power?

The only saving grace for this situation is that the person this happened to, happens to not have a single thought in their head as they stand in the middle of a random Bank with people staring at her as she taps the metal on her chin. "Mommy, why is that pretty lady so weird?" Her eyes locked directly on the small child that was pulling at her mother's cloths. The aforementioned lady's pupils turning to pinpricks as the mother attempted to discreetly hide the child behind her.

She heard a click from a gun being unholstered as one of the obviously dressed as security guard slowly made his way to her, cautiously freezing as she in turn locked eye with him. "Do you know where I am? I don't think a Ryuker Device would be here..." She trailed off as she tilted her head, the massive launcher disappearing from her back as her eyes locked onto the mans- "Is that a Smith & Wesson M&P chambered in .40 S&W?" She asked, pointing at the gun as it was slightly pulled from its resting place.

It was at this moment, that tall giant monster dogs appeared. Nightmarish, barking, growling and shaking themselves off of bits of fur and splotches of blood when they abruptly grew another foot taller. The room of around thirty bystanders and six or so employees turned their heads, terrified looks directed at the beings, before a rolling black fog covered the room.

The women had jumped into the skylight, taking note of the rain hitting it as she hung from a little ledge. 'Alright, so, let's take stock here. Obviously, someone used the fucking Infinite Improbability Drive and that's the only logical explanation as to how the hell I'm in worm as my PSO2NGS Character with all of my shit…' His- 'Right, I'm a woman now…' Idly, she glanced at her rather prodigious chest, slightly smiling, before returning to the matter at hand.

'What was I doing?' She questioned as she looked back to the skylight, watching the rolling dark clouds quietly as she felt her fox likes ears twitch to the sound of water droplets hitting the glass. The black fog, that clung around her like a comfortable pillow, gathered around the window and further obscured it from her vision.

"Fifteen minutes," A young voice said, drawing her attention. ""We won't be here any longer than that. Stay put, stay quiet, we'll be gone before fifteen minutes are up. You'll be free to give your statement to the police and then go about your day as usual. This isn't a TV show, this isn't a movie."

'Well, of-course it has been adapted as that yet! It's a goddamn book!' Her ears perked up as the dogs growled at the people on the ground, quietly comforting one of the children. "If you're thinking about being a hero, don't. You'll only get yourself or someone else hurt." Taylor Hebert called to the room, the nervousness she was likely feeling not even leaking into her voice as a spider now rested atop her finger.

"If you are thinking about running, making a phone call or getting in our way, this is a good reason to reconsider. This little creature and her one hundred sisters that I just brought into this room are under my complete control."

It jumped from her finger, now dangling from its own little thread attached to her nail. 'What the hell was my name?' The woman on the roof, still perfectly hanging from the ledge and parallel to the roof, asked herself.

'I don't know if this will be permanent but even then if it is, I need a name and if I can't remember one… I might as well just user her name.' Again her eyes drifted to her chest, lost in her own little world as her thoughts were replaced with music. Already she was imagining Maxwell the cat rock from side to side.

Incidentally, while losing herself to Maxwell the cat, she ignored the guard that was staring at her hopefully and the changing of the dogs, and the screaming of civilians, and the undersiders grouping together in front of the door, and undersiders arguing about the number of Heroes.

"Oh right!" The woman on the roof let go, seemingly staying in the air for a moment as her voice echoed. The meaty THWACK of her fist hitting her palm sounded before blue motes of light coalesced on her feet as she slowly glided to the floor, now up right.

"My name's Schrodinger!" She affirmed to her self, standing with her hands on her hips and coincidentally missing the sharp intake of air from Tattletale and the growling dogs. "Don't move." Her head turned with confusion as her big eyes stared innocently from over her shoulder at the tall man with the black Fog.

The entire team was on edge as she fluffy turned around. "He said not to move!" Taylor yelled, already forcing the spiders to inch closer to biting. "Oh right, hostages, sorry!" She rubbed the back of her head with an embarrassed smile.

"I can't get anything." Both Tattletale and Regent hissed out. "Doesn't fucking matter." Bitch took a stride over Schrodinger as she appeared more taken with looking at her hands and moving them.

"So she's a projection?" Asked Grue, Tats hissed as she attempted to get something, anything from the seeming distracted girl that had an angry bitch walking towards her. "Wait, w'ere sandwiched in here!" Skitter spoke up, worry in her voice. This action of-course got a snarling Bitch on her, and Schrodinger to look up.

They of-course didn't have time to do anything, as twin blades appeared on the girl's back. She was already dashing forward as her outfit changed. Instead of her Black Dress and skirt… She was wearing a full black bodysuit and a red sleeveless jacket.

Red ethereal blades appeared from nowhere, spinning around her and then launching themselves at Taylor's head pommel first and firmly knocking her out as the rest of the undersiders cursed.

She seemingly stopped mid-dash while flourishing her blades, her voice while quiet was already humming a seemingly up-beat tune. Her swords swapped for guns as she backflipped away from Tattletales bullets.

"Grab her and run back to where we entered!" Darkness flooded the bank and hardly stopped her from changing her weapon out for a pair of shoes that let her float off the ground. The darkness seemingly slowed her down though, even as she launched herself at the retreating Grue that grabbed onto a dog while holding Skitter.

"She can see through the darkness!" Tats yelled as the dogs bounded back towards the security door they entered.

Schrodinger skated through the air after them, until one of the dog's tails grabbed a filing cabinet and whipped it at her. Bodily sending her flying to the wall with a quiet "Owie." She pushed it off of her just in time for a flying barbie of collateral damage to arrive while she was disoriented.

A blur of white and gold almost slammed into her if it wasn't for the fact that she seemingly jumped over and behind it in an impressive side flip from a disoriented standing position. "You!" The glory girl yelled as she turned around and pointed.

Schrodinger looked side to side for a moment before looking back and pointing at herself. "Me?" She asked, her eyes seeming lost as she tapped against the metal bottom of her chin with her pointer.

"Not her Vicky!" One of the hostages yelled too late to stop the pain train from rushing forward in a mad dash. All of the hostages yelled in fear as it seemed that glory Girl was trying to use her Aura against the New Cape on the Block.

"Not now Amy!" She dismissed, taking a swipe at the girl in front of her. Glory Girl barely blinked before she was seemingly back in her dress with a big FUCK OFF cannon compared to her 5' frame. The force behind Vicky's blow was redirected to the side and embedded into a pillar from the apparent parry the girl with the cannon used.

"Bitches love cannons~" Schrodingers voice turned low and husky, one that would activate the neurons of many men in an instant as blue energy gathered around her Launcher while she brandished it.

BOWAAAAAAAAAH

A beam of bright blue shot forth, the very force of it shaking the ground as Schrodinger held firm. Her face held in what she would describe as an "Anya Heh" face, the pure smugness radiating from it insulting as the beam impacted with Vicky and pushed her against the concrete pillar behind her.

By now the darkness surrounding the bank's interior had faded and left it open for all looking in to see the beam die down and Amy rush to her seemingly fine sibling.

…

…

"So, what do we know?" Piggot asked Armsmaster as they both stared at the screen showing the seemingly disarmed girl.

"So far, she seems to have at least a Tinker 6 Ratting, her combat abilities lend to a dual Brute & Mover rating of 7 or 8… We won't have anything accurate until we actually get her into testing." Armsmaster handed her a small packet of paper, detailing everything they know about the young girl in front of her.

"All of the tech she uses appears to be Tinker and can't be separated from her for more than an inch or two of her body, otherwise it teleports onto her back holstered." He sighed, unable to have a chance to even appraise the weapon away from the girl.

Piggot flipped through the paper, seemingly glaring at a couple of things. "None of the hostages were hurt in the bank thanks to her, nor do we know what she revered to as a Ryuker Device nor what the hell an Infinite Improbability Drive." He punched the bridge of his nose, his mask off, as the girl started to rock side to side in her chair while still humming that infernal theme of hers.

"According to witness statements and her own admissions, she's around 16-19, and doesn't have a single thought in her head." His eyes turned to the filled out paper work in front of him, normally reserved for Case 53's but seemingly working in their favour at the moment.

"She's not a Case 53, we have confirmed this numerous times… She's truly from another universe that is vastly more advanced technologically than ours."

"Then it's a damn good thing she's on our side."

Fou-san · 2025-06-19T09:41:46+0100

"Well, let's spin the wheel of trouble." A young man sitting in front of his computer spoke aloud, bags under his eyes with numerous caffeinated drinks scattered around his keyboard and mouse. He watched the wheel spin on his computer, revolution after revolution to decide what random 'CYOA' he would do for fun during this insomniatic night.

The wheel abruptly stopped, landing on a pink slice with three capital t's. "Tamamo Transmigration Troubles, eh? Well, Waifu for Laifu." He glanced to his left, seeing what one might describe as a shrine to the fictional fox lady.

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Target
Who is going through the CYOA?

You
Someone Else
Original Character
Meta
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"If I select myself or someone else, I get five-points for both sections… But that meta option costs 10-points for her and 5 for me, while the Original Character gives nothing…"

He stayed on the page, analysis paralysis gripping his heart as he wanted to have fun, but he didn't want to create a god…

"Fuck it! Myself it is, we ball with the Waifu!"

And despite all that, he chose the one that allowed him to have the most fun.

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Difficulty
How many points do you start with? Has no bearing on the rest of the CYOA.

Extremely Easy
Easy
Normal
Hard
Very Hard
God Mode
Grim Mode
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He recoiled at seeing the one labelled 'Grim', instantly ruling it out.
"Fuck that noise, I'm not going to cost myself twelve of her points just to give myself sixty-nine! And fuck that 'God Mode' five-hundred points for us both is ludicrous!"

Anger flashed across his face as he slammed the Extremely Easy button, earning himself 10 points for both of them.

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Tamamo Type
What sort of being is your Tamamo?

Human
Superhuman
God
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He was presented with 3 choices, one that put them on even grounds, one where she was better than he was and one-

"Heheheh… I could have my goddess." He leaned back, his chair creaking as it normally did. The thing was 21 years old at this point, and still supported his rather lithe swimmers build.

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God
Your Tamamo is a Goddess far beyond your comprehension who has taken an interest in you, who desires from you amusement most of all.
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"Alas, unfortunately… This will never be real… At least this is good exercise for writing! Get's the brain thinking!" He chipperly turned to the body pillow on his bed behind him, the smiling fully clothed Tamamo-no-mae smiling at him with open arms, making him melt.

"Flavour time!"

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Tamamo Flavor
What sort of person is your Tamamo?

Tamamo Vanilla
Tamamo Shark
Tamamo Cat
Tamamo Koyanskaya
Tamamo Future
Tamamo Alter
Tamamo Foreigner
Tamamo Alter Ego
Known Tamamo
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"Alright let's see here, we have the Classic, the Lancer, the Berserker, the Assassin, the priest looking one-" He paused, looking at Tamamo Alter and reading her description.

"Counter Guardian Tamamo… Tanned, whitish-pink hair…" He pants grew tight and drool dropped from his lip for s second before he recollected himself.

It didn't matter what the rest was as he clicked on Alter and moved to the next page.

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Tamamo Tool
Just what did you use to summon your Tamamo?

Fluke
Stand Arrow (JJBA)
Code Casts (Fate Extra)
Magecraft (Fate/Stay Night)
Spirit User (Re:Zero)
Witchcraft & Wizardry (Harry Potter)
Aura (RWBY)
Magician (Toaru)
Clever Craft (Elder Scrolls)
Ninjutsu (Naruto)
Mystic Arts (MCU)
Devil (DxD)
Emblem Ring (Fire Emblem)
Summoning Magic (Fire Emblem)
Tier Magic (Overlord)
Sorcery (Sorcerer's Apprentice)
Warlock (DnD)
Jewel Seeds (Lyrical Nanoha)
Time Vortex (Doctor Who)

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The screen was filled with options, so many different things to chose from that could make for such an interesting story.

"The Stand Arrow, would basically link us together via the soul… When one got hurt, the other would as well…" His face turned troubled as he looked further through, and his brows raised higher than ever before at the Doctor Who option.

"Never expected to find you here, Doctor!" He chuckled, thinking of the numerous adventures that man got up to in the TV series.

"Code Casts means I'm adept at hacking, Magecraft means I can use Nasuverse magic…" He mumbled to himself as he read over each and every option, dismissing some out-right like the Harry Porter, Re:Zero and DXD methods.
"I really rather do the Warlock option… But I would prefer to be soul linked." He compared the options for a moment before metaphorically stabbing himself in the heart with an arrow and moving on.

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Tamamo World
The world that you and Tamamo are transported to. You and Tamamo start with the ability to speak and read the local languages of your first world, and have the base physiologies of the people there.
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A list appeared before him, one he carefully scrutinized over before looking back to his shrine to discuss this with his Waifu.
"The first is just an alternate earth of my current one, nothing fun to be had there…" He gave a side eye to the next option, not even considering it viable despite the gains he stood to gain.

"Earth bet is just a fucking shithole, nor do I want to go to Fire Emblem! I know jack shit about both besides a bit of fucking fannon." He cussed at the screen, biting his thumb as he allowed the silence of the room to settle, imagining his Waifu reprimanding him for swearing before sighing and continuing.

"Fuck Harry Potter, I've had too much writing and reading with that world, I don't know jack about DXD and Danmachi nor do I wish to possibly deal with the fucking Helltaker." He eyed the Tamamo in the Helltaker style for a second, finding it to do nothing for him.

"Tried watching Monogatari, was too confusing, and I don't wanna get exorcised. Naruto is interesting, Nasuverse is a safe bet and I don't care enough about Pokémon…" He eyes the RWBY and Splatoon options for a second.

"I don't know what Toaru is, Gensokyo would be an okay choice… I think… I mean, I would have a goddess on my side." He skipped over the Lost option for a second, locking onto the Overwatch world.

"Overwatch really hasn't been the same since they deleted the first game…" He turned back to the Lost option, what is essentially 'Pick whatever world you want. Except Strike the Blood.'

"I don't even know what the hell Strike the Blood is, Lost it is!" He enthusiastically called as he moved on. "Now time to pick my danger level. Impotent Danger loses me a point, Low Danger cost me nothing."

He paused for a moment, really questioning if he wanted to deal with even more danger in this hypothetical.

"Medium gives us a point each, High gives double the medium, and Absurd gives Waifu an extra on top of the high amount."

Eventually he just decided to play it safe with low danger and not possibly kill himself with something he couldn't predict.

"Tamamo Scenarios Time!"

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Tamamo Scenarios
You can choose certain Scenarios to get involved in. Circumstances conspire to have you end up embroiled in the scenario regardless of what you do
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"While there are so many different options to pick from… I'm going to go with a Holy Grail War." He shrugged, as if causing one of those was no biggie in his new fan fiction he would write from this.

"I already have a goddess on my side, I could probably have her straight-up wave her hand and eliminate all the servants and keep the Holy Grail, and it's Monkey Paw wish in a box for later.

Idly, he moved to the next page, scrolling through the perks and just taking whatever he felt like at the moment.

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Tamamo Perks
Various bonuses that can help you and Tamamo out.

Be the Hakuno(n)
Domestic Husband
Physically Fit
It Just Clicks
Perfect Timing
Easy Fittings
Dreamy
Tamamo Bonding Dreams
It's so Fluffy!
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He looked over his options, nodding in acceptance at them, and moved on to the drawbacks.

He spent longer on this section, going over the options and picking them out by hand.

"Handicapped, I can lose my left eye just fine! Nearly blind in it now anyway… Amnesia, just matches me up with Hakono, I might be turned into a girl but fuck it we ball, YURI ALL THE WAY!" He stood up, whisper shouting it before dropping back into his chair.

"Dead Hero is very interesting, especially since if Kirito is dead, who would save that world?" He hummed to himself, imagining a world without The Black Swordsman… "I wouldn't want that but… Maybe with a Goddess, she could revive him?" He quietly contemplated the option, wondering how he could act in SAO without the infamous Beater.

"Nah, too much work" He once more shrugged, moving on to the items section.

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Tamamo Drawbacks
Various drawbacks that you and Tamamo can accept in exchange for more points.

Handicapped
Amnesia
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"Convert a couple Tamamo Points to normal points…"

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Tamamo Items
Here you can buy items to help you on your journey.
Command Seals X7
Home
Race Car
Clothing Changes
Tamamo Phone (Mufu-Mufu Button)
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Smiling, he ignored the Pen Pals and tab and copy-pasted his picks into a text document with gusto.

"Alright, now it's time for a swim!" He quickly stood up, shutting his PC down and getting his things ready to head to his outdoor pool. Little did he know, an evil smile appeared across his turned off-screen.

CYOA

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Fou-san · 2025-06-19T09:43:21+0100

"I'm really fucking lucky, aren't big guy?" A young man asked the big floating ball next to him. His smile stretching from ear to ear as he stared down the wheels in front of him. Before him were three wheels, what was once covered in so many slices they seemed to be just solid black, were now plastered with words.

"Indeed, small one. You've rolled the dice on 3 wheels, and now you reap your reward." The ball's voice seemed dejected, it's deep baritone voice reverberating. "Well, Optimus Prime... READ EM AND WEEP!" The young man turned to the ball, double flipping it off in his excitement. "Fine."

The ball shook, sending the wheels away and lighting up the dark room into a blinding white. Searing the younger man's eyeballs as he screamed in pain while rolling on the ground. "You get what you fucking deserve." The ball said with no malice, instead, joy and mirth laced its voice as he waited from the young man to recover.

The room changed once more, now being the Chunin Exams preliminary arena from Naruto. "Only fitting that we do this here, considering where you're going." The ball laughed as the young man finally stop screaming and sat up. "Just get this over with, would ya, Jojo? I've read and written enough to get tired of this shit." despite his words, the man gave a toothy smile as the screen displayed his reward for choosing to gamble.

WORLD:
NARUTO (ANIME)

WORLD SUB REWARDS:
CLAN - Uzumaki
KEKKEI GENKAI - Mind's Eye of the Kagura
NATURE - Lightning
TAILED BEAST - ISOBU

BODY:
USER CHOICE

Monster Hunter Rise Character

EXTRA POWERS:
ROLL 1 - EXTRA POWER (JJK)
ROLL 2 - SIX EYES

"As discussed earlier, no, you don't get infinity from the six eyes." The ball turned away from the screen, facing the now Red Haired woman. "Acceptable, will I be able to use my Palico and Palamute as summons? Oh, Wendee Lee? I like this voice." She rubbed at her throat for a second as the ball seemed to consider her words. "One or the other, pick." The ball was being generous at this point.

"Gintarou, I'm already going to be looking like a cross between the Inuzuka and Uzumaki clans, so..." She trailed off, rolling her hand as she let the statement sit in the air. "Right, moving on. The chance for that extra power roll is 0.5% And to get the JJK one just lowers that further," The ball 'Tsk'ed' before moving on.

"Everything is going to be a fucking sensory overload for you, so I hope you survive." The ball dismissed the arena, leaving them in the void. "What will your name be?" He asked.

She smiled, pushing the eye cover up and exposing her bloody red eye. "Call me Hanamura, Hanamura U-ZU-MA-KI!" She declared, pointing to the sky, before she disintegrated to dust. "WELL THEN, HANAMURA UZUMAKI! I WISH THEE LUCK ON THINE ADVENTURE!" The ball yelled, shaking the void as the dust turned into a small ball before being shunted into a portal.

...
...

"Oi!" Kotetsu elbowed Izumo, ignoring the presumably cross lady in front of him as he worked on the paperwork in front of him. "Oi!" He glanced to Izumo, seeing the rapidly palling face, he glanced forward and froze. "OI!" Standing in front of them was the Legendary Sucker, one of the Sannin, and she looked mad.

"I'm here to drop this kid off for the Chunin exams!" Her face was flushed, obviously drunk, as she hefted forth a red haired girl. She had a black cloth covering her eyes and waved hi to them. Even if she was taller by about 3 inches, her feet dragged across the ground as she waited for them to react. "Here! Recommendation letter. No team." She let go, allowing the Red Haired girl to fall to her knees and then stand up. "Hanamura, pass." Tsunade pointed at her face, and then walked off, leaving the gate guards speechless as she pulled out a bottle of sake and started to down it.

"Well, this has certainly been an interesting past two years... So, how are you gentlemen doing?" The aforementioned Hanamura turned to Izumo and Kotetsu. "Uhh... Fine, thanks for asking." Izumo stuttered out as he opened the letter, before rapidly paling and turning to his partner. "I'll be right back, I have to talk to the Hokage." Kotetsu wasn't able to get a word in at all before his partner flickered away.

He turned back to the girl, a small smile on his face as he could feel the sweat drip down his back.

...
...

Hanamura walked down the street, past the villagers going about their lives. Children playing in the street running by, wooden Kunai in hand as they laughed. It was a warm atmosphere, even if she did get a few bewildered looks from some of the locals and the Ninja running around. "Uzumaki-san?" She hummed in response to Hiruzen's attempt to get her attention. "Sensei never talks about her home... Not very much at least."

"Haha! That does sound like Tsunade-chan." He took a drag from his pipe as we continued to tour the village. "The exam is in a couple of hours. How about we get me registered as a Ninja of the leaf?" Hanamura finally decided to get down to business as they walked in the direction of her one and only target in the village. "WHAAAA!?" Despite being relatively far away, Hanamura could easily see both Sakura and Naruto yelling at Kakashi, even if their voices were quiet.

"You are aware that the council will push to put you in the CRA, yes?" The old man raised a brow, questioning her very resolve to be a Shinobi!

"Oh shit, that's real?" Her response was... Lacklustre. "Doesn't really matter, they can't force shit outta me, old man. Not when I'm technically going to be the Clan Head of the Uzumaki and have my teacher's backing." She raised her brow at him as they turned towards the Hokage's office. Hiruzen in turn chuckled at her bravado, something refreshing for him from the pushy shit the council tried to force on him because of politics.

...
...

"You're feisty, but not for Long~" A tall boy covered in black with what appeared to be a body covered in bandages attached to his back held up the 3rd Hokage's grandson.

'Interesting, it seems, despite being in this world for two years, it hasn't been butter flied to shit. Good to know, Kankuro-kun.' I sat in a tree, leaning against it as Gaara hung upside down under me. He didn't appear to notice me as I stayed still, but this was interesting to watch first hand... Nor did Sasuke on the branch on the other side of the tree from us even noticed me, fucking idiot emo boy... And this was nowhere near as cool without the fucking BGM, though.

"I just wanna break him in half." Kankuro faced them with a full smug smile... And I really wanted to wipe it off his fucking face... I should probably pay more attention to- "Fuck!" Kankuro hissed as he grabbed his wrist, the rock from Sasu-GAY releasing the child. "You're a long way from home, and you're way out of your league."

Ladies and gentlemen, the EMO child. "SASUKE!~" Damn Sakura, shut the fuck up. Your high-pitch voice is granting on my ears.

"Naruto!" That's right, Konohamaru, run back to your best bud. "Oh great, another whimp to tick me right off." Yes Kankuro, it's nothing about your actions that's the issue, it's not like you were about to pummel the leaders' grandson. "Get lost."

"As much fun as it is to watch you all bumble around like fucking idiots trying to act cool, I'm going to step in." Everyone turned their attention to me, after all. They completely missed the adult red head woman chillin in the tree with a Hitai-ate covering her eyes with a bowl of pop-corn on her lap. "And no, little Uzumaki, the dumbass of our village's last Uchiha, wasn't trying to make you look bad or anything." Yep, that's right, Naruto, give me that look that so many gave to Jojo when he guessed their next words.

""Kankuro. Back off. You're an embarrassment to our village."" Everyone, even Gaara, looked at me when I copied him word for word at the same time.

"How you doin, Number one?" That put all of the sand siblings on edge as both Temari and Kankuro jumped back, weapons at the ready. I turned my head to Naruto, pointing a thumb at myself. "The names Hanamura Uzumaki! I do believe, you, NARUTO UZUMAKI! Are my cousin and fellow clan member." Surprise flashed across Team 7's faces, Naruto especially looked shocked.

"Now, Number 9-" I pointed at Naruto, or more specifically, at his stomach. "It's time we had a chat, 1,3 and 9 all together."

Fou-san · 2025-06-19T09:43:39+0100

Chapter 0.1: Ellisburg

The flash of the gun's muzzle lit up the hark hall as Piggot steadily moved backwards. The bark of her standard issue 1911 almost drowned out from the screams of the fucking creatures crawling forward. The brief bit of light was the only thing allowing her to aim her shots acturately and take some out, yet for each one she killed three more took its place.

"Fuck off!"

One of the smaller, weaker ones lunged at her, landing just in front of her before being stomped to death. '3... 2... 1...' Her mind counting the ammo left in the mag before discarding it for another fresh one. The slide launching forward with a satisfying click. 'Last mag.' Her hand returned to nursing the wound that slashed through her armour, blood leaking out as she turned and slammed her shoulder into the door.

She tumbled down the stairs, firing a shot at one that decided to lunge, before she rolled to her feet and took off down the alley. 'Those fucks just left us here!' Hate burned in her eyes as she kicked another away from her, the moon barely providing more light as she moved as fast as she could. The cold rain splashing into hair and skull as thunder rang, temporarily stunning the fucking monsters chasing her and allowing her to finally esscape.

'Those damn capes hadn't even tried to help.' She holstered her pistol, finally running out of ammo, her hand found purchase on the brick wall to help push her forward as she limped down the alley. 'The moment those damn monsters showed up... They all fled, leaving everyone without powers to deal with the swarm of horrors pouring out of the city.' Her mind replaying the events, watching Steve get fucking turned into mist and then slurped down a fucking sewer grate he got too close to, was not something she wanted to happen to her.

"Squad Two Reporting in, Everyone else is dead. Sound off if you're alive." She waited with bated breath, just hoping that any amount of buzzing would come through on the radio.

Yet that hope was lost when pain struck her body, her sides felt on fire as she slammed into the ground, the beast that jumped her breathing down on her neck. Her eyes barely caught a glimpse of it's raised arm in the flash of lightning before thunder - The rat looking monster stumbled back, a meaty thwack drowned out but the sound of a machine gun firing.

"You owe me a bottle of Vodka." Monsters started to rush down the alley and into the line of fire to be mowed down as her saviour power walked without letting go of the trigger until they were met with clicks and a red-hot smoking barrel. "If we get out of this, I owe you an entire damn fucking distillery." Piggot wheezed out as she was flipped over onto her back, an SMG shoved into her hands. "Fire!" She didn't have to be told twice before the gun barked.

Electric blue tracer rounds slamming into heads and torso's, the already impressive pile of bodies that barely slowed them down continued to grow before she was pulled onto what felt like just a blanket. *CLICK CLICK CLICK* She dropped the gun, only for a revolver to be shoved into her hands. "13 rounds, make 'em count, soldier."

Piggot didn't have time to complain as the small mound of bodies spilled towards them, letting the horde of enemies past. "Watch my Six." Her Savior said as they started moving, she could hear the machine gun bark in short bursts as whoever pulled her seemed to clear the way with Piggot weighing them down.

*KA-CHINK*

Her arms raised above her head as the bullet left the barrel, the world seemed to slow down as the head she aimed for exploded. It's blood itself seemed to be lift on fire as he licked against the rest of the horde, setting them on fire. "Kali! Route me a way out of here!" It seemed who ever had started to pull her ass out of this steaming pile of shit had help.

"ETA 15 Minutes. We're pretty deep into this steaming shit pile. Sparrow would make this faster." Piggot started to drown them out as she lined up shot after shot, aim for the head after the second shot hit a torso and didn't light the fuckers up. "Queen of Hearts is too big to get close enough for transmat, let alone the fact we got a friendly with us."

"I'm out!" Piggot called, pulling on one of the grenades and taking it off her webbing, catching the pin with her teeth. "Frag out!" She waited about a half second before the explosion caused the horde to scream and back off. "Alley, 3 O'Clock." What Piggot assumed to be the one known as Cali called out as she was yanked sideways.

A small burst of gunfire rained over her head, slamming into the fire escape above them and collapsing the wall to give them a brief respite. "Re-routing, The Sparrow would be a helluva lot faster." By this point, Piggot's head was spinning, blood loss and shock going to set in. "No time-Hey, look at me. *Snap Snap* Look at me." The voice was muffled now, but she could still see them.

Mess grey hair, a weird headband that kinda of looked like cat-ears, white bodysuit and crop top.

"This is gonna hurt."

The capes hand curled as if holding a ball, energy gathering in it before she slammed it into the ground. Instantly, the capes hand fell over her mouth as she screamed in pain, her blood feeling like it was on fire before abruptly stopping as she passed out from the pain.

Fou-san · 2025-06-19T09:43:52+0100

"48°10′N 16°12′W" The finale preparations were being made, an expedition to go so deep just so see a scuttled ship. "Aye! Are you sure you want to do this, lad?" The old man running the vessel sitting upon the water asked with worry in his voice.

"We've done the math, this isn't going to be another OceanGate's Titan mishap." His voice was confident as the larger and more advanced Submarine was unhooked from the tow cables. "Hell, even had some former Navy Engineers check over the work." He chuckled as he jumped onto the top of what he named the Otto.

"All we have is pictures and drawings, lad! From 1989! There's no guarantee that it will even still be in as good of condition." The sailor yelled, frustrated with the young man. Walking along his boat in time as he approached the hatch.

"Bill, listen to me." He stopped opening the hatch, addressing the Sailor. "Ever since I first heard of her, since I had the first ever thoughts about her… The Bismarck has been on my mind." His face contorted in fury. "I felt a pull, a call even! To see it in person!" His fist slammed against the hatch.

"I'm going down, thank you… For all your help." He turned back to the hatch, twisting the handle open.

"I truly hope you know what you're doing, lad." The Sailor turned away, walking to his cabin and starting the engine right as the hatch slammed shut. Locking into place. I but a moment he was sitting in his chair, descending down. He waited, his thoughts racing as he watched the depth counter spin.

"This is the Otto Submarine, do you read me, Bill?" The man waited, the radio channel open. Already he had dived 152 meters, and was going deeper every second until he hit a rest point. The line was silent for a few minutes, nothing but the crackling of the radio's interference.

"You're diving 20 Meters a Minute?" The Sailor asked, his voice kept to an indifferent tone. "As planned. Should be a total trip of 3 Hours, 35 Minutes. Give or take a couple" Bill chuckled at the young man, turning into a hacking cough for a minute.

Silence took the radio for a moment before the older man sighed. "Alright lad, I know I can't stop yee. So dive, dive like hell. When you return knowing your purpose, you tell me it… Aye, Laddy?" His thick Scottish accent carrying the weight of his worry.

"Alright, William, I'm diving." The young man smiled, looking out into the dark waters as his Vessel dipped lower and lower into the Abyss.

…
…

At over 4400 meters, the Otto stopped. Settling into the deep, calm Abyss of the sea. The darkness almost overwhelming until the floodlights kicked in. Showing the wreck in all its glory. "There you are."

His hand pressed against the screen in front of him, he grabbed his radio, pressing a button and turning on the recording function he had built in it. "She's still in good condition, her Armaments on full display." He leaned back, just sitting in the water and watching… "That pull I felt… It's calm now… Not calling to me."

His eyes swept over the wreck, asking… Searching for the WHY.

"I'm here… I've spent my life working so I could come here… And I still don't know why." He was lost, in pain… His voice carrying the weight of his search. "I thought it'd click when I arrived… But it hasn't." His hand let go, letting the radio's microphone hang in the air as he watched.

He blinked, just once.

"What…?" There on the tip of the stood a tall woman with a slender frame. Her long blonde hair and blue eyes seemed to glow ethereally as she started back at him. "But that's… impos…" He was at a loss for words, unable to keep her gaze, nor could he look away.

Her black & red cape with white-furred bottoms seemed to flap behind her as if she was standing against the wind. She fully turned towards him, giving way for him to study her outfit. She was wearing a black high-collared military uniform, lined with red carrying golden accents & buttons with white cuffs.

Her face contorted into a scowl, yet her eyes held concern when he glanced back. It was confusing to him. Because the woman, standing before him, looked exactly like the one that plagued his dreams, her long blonde hair flowing in the wind as she stared off into the distance with a scowl.

And then he blinked, sucking in a deep breath of air as he was no longer trapped by her stare. "She's gone…?" He moved, his hands gliding across his keyboard as he continually switched the camera, looking, searching for that woman once more.

"C'mon! C'mon!" He slammed his hand against his chair, ignoring the rapid beeping of the radar system. "Please! I can feel it! You're why I'm here!" Reverently, he searched, unknowing of his impending fate.

"Please! Tell me what I'm supposed to do!" He screamed at the boat, waiting in silence… To know his purpose. There was a constant beeping in his ears as he waited, ignoring the sonar.

"Live." A smooth feminine voice whispered in his ear, before everything went dark, nothing but pain suffusing his entire body for but a moment.

…
…

Memories flooded his mind; her keel being laid down, his fifth birthday, Dorothee von Löwenfeld naming her. Both the man that had searched for the ship, and the spirit of the ship herself, melded together into one entity.

They opened their eyes, to a graveyard of ships.

Her eyes roamed across the coastline, ship after ship, all sitting for so long that most had rusted or taken on water. One container ship seemingly having been purposefully sunk and blocking the entrance to the bay.

She turned, dreading what she might find sitting in the centre of the water.

"Jesus fucking… Christ." Her voice was clear and crisp, with a slight German accent. "Deep breaths." She in haled, converting all the annoyance she felt into apathy with each inhale, and releasing herself from the emotional burden with each exhale.

The structure set in the water in front of her was a marvel of architectural design, at least for herself. "And that's not really confusing, is it." She eyed her hand as it clenched, the white glove clinging to her skin. "After all, I remember behind her a lot longer than I do him." With but a thought, her outfit changed, her white gloves changed to black, a tablet in her hands with a pen.

"My rigging and flag, I can still feel them." A smile spread across her lips as she turned back to the building in the bay. The bubble surrounding it, seemingly oversaturating everything like an incorrectly set TV.

*Tweet*

Her finger settled near her shoulder, allowing the weight of what sat there to move onto her lone digit. She moved her hand, bringing the Fairy into sight with a smile. "Otto." She nodded to it, getting a salute in turn as she was given the full update.

*Tweet*

"Then we plot a course across the sea and into the bay, and let the mist hide our approach." She eyed the shore, the early morning sun rising as she felt the mist pour from her body. "In the Azur Lane, I was raised again by the power of the Siren's, and here they shall assist me greater than before."

She pushed against the water as her outfit changed back to her default form. Her flag resting comfortably in her hands as she slid across the dark open waters, the mist rolling forth and covering her approach.

Fou-san · 2025-06-19T09:44:10+0100

So quick preface before this gets started, I will not be doing this quite like the rest, at least I don't think so. This is going to be mostly my own interpretation of the Wiki Warrior idea.

Rules:
1. We are doing this on a D20 System, we have 20 different wikis of things I know, like and or think are interesting. We will not be using Wikipedia itself, but various wiki.gg/fandom.com like sites. The following table after the rules has all 20 of them.
2. I will roll 1d20 for the Source and 1d20 for the Power, for example; 1d20 =13, 1d20 =2. Will be the third wiki, second page I get to.
3. Rolls will be up to interpretation, it might be something that is beneficial even if it is a 3, or just down right bad if it's a 19. It really depends on what I get and how I think it should fit. Whether that be funny or not.
4. Every time I roll a 10 for the Power, I will roll 1 more and fuse the results
5. We will not be going transdimensional, AKA we will not be moving anywhere dimensionally, the MC will stay where they are, and the effect will be randomly expressed how I see fit.
6. If I roll a 20 for the power, it gets upgraded. Like, removing a requirement or increasing the power gained.
7. If I roll on the page of a person, I will either Transform the MC into that person or give them one of their powers. Hi-jinks will happen as such.
8. I will be going to random pages and then clicking random hyperlinks in the as many times as the dice dictates.

Wiki's

#	WIKI	Funny Notes
1	Genshin Impact	Been on a genshin kick lately
2	RWBY	I love RWBY
3	DARLING in the FRANXX	This was an AMAZING anime
4	Highschool of the Dead	Watched this a couple times, be intresting
5	Bleach	BAN----KAI!
6	Fullmetal Alchemist	Equivalent Exchange
7	Sword Art Online	IMMORTAL OBJECT
8	God Eater	CHOMP
9	Code Vein	ANIME SOULS
10	TYPE-MOON	BAEBER!

11	GUILTY GEAR	I'ma bounce this Yo-yo off ya butt
12	Monster Hunter	WHERE'S MY DRAGONATOR
13	Megami Tensei	BAY BABY BA- YOU'll NEVER- DARKNESS, ENDL-
14	Warframe	Hello space mother
15	Payday	IT'S PAYDAY FELLAS
16	Devil May Cry	I should have been the one to fill your dark-
17	Azur lane	Bismarcku-the-WAIFU FOR LAIFU
18	Zenless Zone Zero	Bury The Light Training
19	BlazBlue	CROSS TAG BATTLE
20	Call of Duty Zombies	Only doing the Zombies Stuff. I like that lore.

I'll be actively working on this upcoming snippet, I'm just posting this so I can have access to it and not lose it rn.

Fou-san · 2025-06-19T09:44:27+0100

"So, let's get this straight." The lone soul sitting at the bottom of a throne asked, staring up at the bored looking, ever-changing mass of a person sitting there. Its eyes blinked as they changed from Lycaon to Mauvika, then to Edward Richthofen.

"You're going to give me the power of a Wiki warrior, but limited to 20 random wikis of your chosing..." He waited, getting a small little 'go on' wave. "And are going to be, and I quote verbatim, kick my ass down to worm. Right?" Concern spread across the soul's nonexistent mouth as the god like beings mouth stretched further into a smile as bendy the ink demon.

"Yep. And you get one singular roll before then." The creature sitting in Saitama's skin waved, a small blue screen appearing in front of the soul.

-[ Welcome to the Wiki Warior Progam! V0.2.3 ]-

He looked back at the creature for a moment before pressing the start button with dread building in his stomach. The screen changed to a stylized menu, ripped straight from Baldur's gate 3.

The dice rolled, hitting corners until eventually coming to a stop on 16.

-[ DEVIL MAY CRY ]-

The stylized logo appeared, another dice sitting below it. The dice this time had faces, rapidly appeared and disappear in various states of agony as tendrils of blood circled around it. "In for a penny..." His finger trembled as it pressed the die, casting it into RN-Jesus welcoming arms. "Please give me something good."

The die landed, stopping after rebounding from the corner a third time, his breath held in wait- "Oh, a ten!" The creature was gone from the throne, standing beside him dressed as Ichigo from Bleach with a wide smile. "You get to roll again." The creature slammed a finger into the pannel for him, letting the die be cast once more. "I hope you enjoy, Gary."

Gary wasn't able to see the result of the finale die before pain took over his entire being, he tried to scream, and move, but he was frozen in place. He could feel the fire in his blood as it burned, could feel his hairbrush against his skin and the blood leak from every orifice before passing out.

1d20 = 16 DMC
1d20 = 10 Ebony & Ivory
1d20 = 1 Sin Devil Trigger

MC Gains Sin Devil Trigger & the guns, to use it he must shoot himself in the head with both guns, Persona 3 Style.
As a consequence of gaining Sin Devil Trigger, he gets to feel his DNA rewritten to have the capability to do so.
Welcome, Gary Sparda.

Doesn't get to have superhuman bullshit besides healing in base human form, if he wants the strength, he's gotta Persona 3 Fes himself.

When Gary woke, it was to the sound of a roar and blistering heat. Scrambling up, he blinked, instinctively pulling a pair of guns out of the air and aiming down the alleyway. He blinked and could see a hella of a lot better, the form of a man in silver scales climbing a builder and roaring while on fire.

"Motherfucker." He whispered, but that was enough to get the dragon turning around to face him. They stared at each other, him with his guns and Lung as a rage Dragon slowly getting bigger and bigger. He could feel the sweat drench his hoodie and jeans, the smooth grips of the guns the only thing giving him reassuring comfort in their stare off.

*Bang!*

He pulled the trigger, jumping back and starting to unleash a torrent of bullets while aiming for the eyes. Fire blaze across the ground and licked at the bottom of his converse sneakers as new knowledge boomed in his mind as he ducked behind the building. "'ILL 'OU "OTH!" Lung roared from the other side of the street.

"This is just fucking great, I get dropped in Worm, and It's right on the night of Taylor's fucking fuck-up." He slipped, sliding across the ground and just barely dodging the thrown fireball from Lung before he turned back to attack what would become the fucking biblical plagues. "HOLY FUCKIN-" The world paused, his body freezing as that fucking window appeared, already rolling the dice for him.

1d20 = 1 Genshin Impact
1d20 = 10 Claymore "Will roll a D39 for all the claymores in the game"
1d20 = 20 Mavuika
1d39 = 8 Wolf's Gravestone

Hello new women, You now have the power of God and ANIME on your side.
Wolfs gravestone is badass as fuck and I applaud you.
Now Mauvika has to be enhanced as well.
And because that's a fucking 20, he's stuck. Might as well have some downside to this.

In a split second, Gary could feel a weight on his chest, could feel his now longer hairbrush against the concrete before he stood up. His stance automatically changing to accommodate his taller height and the high heels he wore. He gulled looking down as he could feel the Leather and latex mixed bodysuit against his surprisingly soft skin.

"Lord, have mercy." Her voice was mature, but not so much that she sounded to be in her 30's or 40's, rather the early 20's. "I hate that bastard so much." She flipped the guns, feeling them disappear into the ether as she grabbed the handle of her new Claymore, the instinctive knowledge of her abilities and new fighting style coming to mind. "Let'er rip..." She mumbled as she jumped, a mask forming on her face as Wolf's Gravestone floated across her back, the fire burring in Flamestrider growing big as she peeled off around the corner.

With a burst of power, she jumped into the sky, her new bike floating with the power of an Archon behind it and seemingly without limit. She easily reached the roof, where Lung was hunched over, roaring and holding half his face in pain from the Pepper spray Taylor unleashed upon his ass. "Pyroclastic surge!" She could feel the power of her Gnosis radiating out from her heart.

The metal on her outfit superheating yet not deforming from the sheer tempertraure radiating off of her in that single moment as she leaped off her bike, her claymore lashing forth with unrestrained power. Blood, red, hot and sticky, splattered across her body for a moment before evaporating, the crackle of fire ringing in her ears as she stared at the ground.

*RAOOOOOOOOR!*

Lung's voice echoed throughout the night as he clutched at where his limb used to be, mid-way through his bicep as a clean cut. Leaving the wound singed shut from the power of a God.

1d20 = 3 FRANXXX
1d20 = 14 Episode 07

Beach Episode, thus, WATER!

Instantly, she had to brace herself against the ground, 'And since when the hell did referring to myself as a girl come so naturally!?' Water dumping from the sky, extinguishing the fire around and pushing Lung off the edge of the ledge with a powerful thud. She looked over her shoulder, seeing Taylor pushed up against the lip of the building next to the one she stood on.

Coughing and hacking up water as she removed enough of her mask to breathe properly. Mauvika's eyes turned to the lump of flesh that was an arm that had blood pooling out of it, diluted by the water below. Her stomach churning as she stared... But oddly enough, she couldn't feel the bile she thought would rise to her throat.

The sound of a souped up engine approached as Mauvika walked up to Taylor, the girl tried to freeze despite the fact that she started to puke up her guts. Mauvika just gently grabbed her hair, holding it back and gently rubbing circles on the girl's back. "Easy now, you just inhaled a lot of seawater." She chuckled, remembering the time she had to help her sister after a hang-over.

In a couple moment, a tall man in shining blue and silver armour arrived on the top of the building, halberd at the ready as he watched the two unknowns to him sit beside each other. "You gonna fight me?" He called out, his voice echoing through the air as he stayed in a defensive stance. "If I wanted to, I would've jumped you already." Mauvika called, her voice seeming tired as she continued to rub circles on the younger girls back.

"It's her first night out, first time almost dying." The man nodded, robotically exiting his stance and walking forward. "You're telling the truth." he stated as he reached them, the light of the moon being shadowed from his frame. "You need a hospital?" He directed to Taylor, his voice somewhat concerned, as she wrapped her arms around her knees while Mauvika stretched her legs.

1d20 = 7 SAO
1d20 = 2 Bullet Circle

When using Ranged Weapon's like Ebony and Ivory, Mauvika now has the GGO bullet circle.
This is toggleable.

Mauvika's eyes twinkled under her face mask, putting an arm around Taylor and pulling her close. Her hair glowed as it curled around them, heating up and evaporating the water. "Don't want you to get a cold, now do we, weaver." Taylor, or now christened Waver, nodded. "No," she said after a moment of warming up. "Don't think so." Her voice was a low and mumbled. "You're both new faces." Mauvika nodded at Armsmaster.

"Both ending up in the right place at the right time to help." The rooftop was in silence as Armsmaster crouched, visually inspecting the teen. "I almost died." She peeped out, getting a chuckle from Mauvika and Colin. "That's why we have the Ward program," he said. There was no judgment in his tone, no pressure. Just a statement.

"I'm Archon, Pyro Archon." Mauvika held out a hand, getting a firm if robotic handshake in turn. "And you're weaver, right?" Armsmaster turned to Taylor as she shuddered. "I-" She hesitated, before nodding. "You get Lung?" Mauvika asked as she stood, dragging the younger and shorter girl with her.

"Lung was unconscious, beaten, battered and missing an arm when I arrived." Her turned back to the edge. "I pumped him full of tranquilizers to be safe and temporarily restrained him under a steel cage I welded to the sidewalk. I'll pick him up on my way back." Mauvika walked to the edge, planting a foot on it and looking over, she looked back and beckoned a reluctant weaver over.

"We did that." She planted a hand on Tyalors head, feeling the flinch as she lightly ruffled her hair. "We need to decide where we go from here." Both girl's head's turned to Armsmaster, having ruined their little moment just as Taylor started to preen under the attention like the postive reinforcement starved teen she was.

"Who gets the credit for Lung?" Taylor stoped, her body frozen as he eyes darted back and forth between the adults, one seemingly grimaceing while the other was covered by a full face mask. "I'll split it with Weaver, she started it but I finished it." Mauvika crossed her arms, leaning onto her back leg. "Hear me out. What you've done tonight is spectacular." Armasmaster prasied, "You've played a part in getting a major villain into custody. You just need to consider the consequences." And despite the full face mask, Taylor could feel the raised brow the older lady was giving.

1d20 = 9 CODE VEIN
1d20 = 16 Survivor (Blood Code)
1d7 = 7 Life Steal

I uhh, don't really know what to do for this sooo- 1d7 TIME!
Nice, we heal off kill's now... Vlampire time. Lady D-

The smell of blood lingered as Mauvika seemed to stand straighter, "Or we can join the PRT." Both Armsmaster and Waver looked surprised, Weaver more so that she was just voluntold. "Lung's gang extensively runs trhought out Brockton Bay, not to mention his lackey's." The odler lady casually placed her hand on Weaver's shoulder. "One's a clone suscidebomber and the other can make bombs with esoteric effects." The older lady removed her mask, letting them see her eyes.

"Trust me on this kiddo, you look the hero type." She gave a dazzling smile before turning to local PRT leader. "Meet you down at PHQ or the PRT Headquarters." She turned to the edge, jumping, and landing on a motor cycle before lightly landing on the ground. Her engine reving as sunglasses apeared across her face. "Well, you coming or not little Spider?"

Well thats Session 1.

I 'm just gonna roll for the fun of it, non-canonical roll that would be funny to see.
And to amend rule 8, I finally figured out while working on this how to force the random page button.
So no clicking rnadom hyper links anymore.

1d20 = 14 Warframe!
1d20 = 10 Amalgam shotgun barrage
1d20 = 8 Mantis

Mauvika can summon the mantis and have it unleash a barrage of amunition.

Too bad thats not in the story.

Fou-san · 2025-06-19T09:44:51+0100

There was something about sitting on the roof of a skyscraper and watching a city go about its business in the middle of the night.

I enjoyed the feeling of the cold wind on my skin, though whether it was truly skin or just CODE... I don't entirely know.

I have this feeling, like the original me, split me off. Put me in this body and then dumped me here, though I can't find anything of it in my own CODE. I can see the CODE of the world, of each and every person around me.

It's contemptuously easy for me to just- Disappear. From thin air, from peoples eyes and even the End bringers. I'd just have to step between the lines, walk on the other side of the world, and hide away.

I could just... Stay there, observe first hand how the story plays out in 8k UHD quality with my own eyes.

Or... I could fuck shit up?

I didn't really feel, so much as I knew, how my face changed. Flowey's face was... How best to put it... Weird.

I knew my eyes changed shape and colours, and my smile quite literally just went off my face like a 2d image that didn't fit on it.

Though, I don't really like how I look. I want to change it up whenever I want, though how would I go about that...

Ah! That would work! I'd just have to leave a beacon of code here for me to find this Worldline, then I can jump around and scavenge code off of people to take their looks and abilities and then just compile it all into the perfect body for myself!

...

I had been here a couple of days now, just wandering around and summoning food out of thin air with an executed command or two when I felt like eating something. Not that I actually had a NEED to eat, I just felt like tasting buttered and salted popcorn again, so- Beh, I'm getting distracted, besides. It seems like some assholes are in for a bad time.

"You know, I didn't Coil would stoop so low as to sending his goons to capture a little girl." The mercs turned around, laser rifles aimed and lasers centred into a perfect Mozambique Drill. "Woah now, careful you don't actually point that at somebody." They looked me over, though I suppose that was only Natural.

Though, if a giant 6'6" tall white wolf man appeared out of basically thin air, you'd be on guard too. Though, with the Omega Symbol on my right eye patch, they might think I'm a Case 53. Which I want them to think, what with basically having to brute force my way into the ZZZ World line and then coming back here? It was a bitch and a half that took more than just a couple of days.

I pulled out my shiny new watch, the soft ticking audible to just myself. "Though I suppose we'll have to hurry this along. I have a Bank robbery to foil." I stepped in between the lines of code that made up this world, 'Now, how do I want to eliminate this threat?' I could do like Sans, I did make a stop over there, I could use Ebony and Ivory from DMC, that was a trip and a half.

"I think I'll just use my Legs." I appeared behind them, having basically teleported to their eyes with my shortcut. Freezing cold Air brushed against their calfs for a second before their entire bottoms halves were encased in ice. My own metal calfs impacted their heads hard enough to knock them out and let their rifles fall to the ground.

I was inside and behind Dinah in but a moment, my hand resting on her head and getting a jolt from her. "It'd be best to call 911 and report this." She attempted to take a step back before quickly gluing herself to my leg. "The numbers said to stick to me, yes?" I had anticipated this, what with how I'd shake things up.

Her little head nodded, and I chuckled, kids were simple but complicated. "The let's get rid of the numbers, they won't do you any good." I opened her menu, diving into the sub menus to find the Shard and disconnected it from her brain, replacing lines of code to remove the headaches via outsourcing the computing power to itself rather than using her own grey matter for it. As soon as I pushed the update, she stumbled back, holding her head.

I crouched down, so I was more on her level. "You're safe now, and them numbers aren't completely gone, you just have to ask." I stood up, checked my watch and prepped myself. "I do believe I have a bank robbery to stop. I bid you adieu"

I wasn't really able to write anything for my main story, and I still wanted to put some content out. So I made this, not as many words as I wanted, but still something to exercise those creative thoughts.

Just random concepts I could put together while being inspired by that old Underplayer Undertale AU.

Fou-san · 2025-06-19T09:45:05+0100

I glared at the window in front of me, the stupid status panel from Solo Levelling didn't actually illuminate my surroundings in a purple glow, but it did let me see in the dark alley better.

"Stupid fucking CYOA, stupid fucking choices."

Instinctively, I wanted to bite my right thumbnail, but with the consequences of my own choices, I was missing my right arm from mid-bicep down.

"I just had~ to fucking pick some drawbacks so I could have a custom fucking system."

Now, I was working on my own personal CYOA, one that I had made myself and decided to play for the fun of it. And I honestly can't tell if this was the best decision I had ever made, or the worst.

"Fucking dropped in Worm down both a fucking ARM and a fucking EYE!" I kicked a lone stray can, listening to it clatter against the ground for a moment as the chill in the air tried to bypass my school uniform that I had to be thankful for as it was altered to my size.

The right sleeve was also buttoned against my shoulder and not flapping in the wind, and the clothes were eternally clean and would change to fit my size should I grow somehow... Not like I'm going to be taller than 4'6" ever again...

Right... System status window-Fuck, I can still feel my right hand. This phantom Limb is screwy as fuck because I can feel it pat against my cheek in time with my left despite it not being there.

...

Right, dropped to the middle of nowhere, Brockton Bay. In the middle of the night. In some random ass alley. With a custom system.

"Hoyoverse System; START!" I was encased in light for a moment, I felt the ground disappear under my feet and ribbons cover me head to toe like a mummy before I dropped to the ground. Despite being unable to see it, I knew for a fact my outfit changed to the Moon Cancer variant of Hakuno. I could feel my long hair slightly swaying in the wind.

"World Select, Zenless Zone Zero!"

I Could feel a blush start to form as I hesitated, but I really did need to get this going. I would only be able to pick 3 of them and keep exactly one, but I had a preferred team in mind that would get the job done no matter what I picked.

"Deck; Victoria Housekeeping."

I twisted my wrist, eagerly waiting to summon my husband to life. Even if it would just be a VI attempting to cosplay as him rather than actually summoning him. Only to be disappointed as I stared at the empty air of my right hand... This would take some time to get use to. And I just outed myself as a chuunibyou by tryna copy a Kamen raider.

I swapped my stance, instead focusing on my left hand as I called out the command and deck. The back of the cards were proudly displaying the faction emblem of Victoria Housekeeping, I couldn't stop the butterfly's from fluttering around in my stomach and making me think of- NOT THE TIME, BACK HORNY BRAIN, BACK I SAY!

"Ahem." I cleared my throat and took a breath to hopefully remove that part of my brain from the forefront at the moment, I'm short, and still an adult. Doesn't mean I should late baser instincts take control in this situation.

I flipped the cards over and was treated to some of the tasteful art style that was the signature ZZZ art team's renditions of the members of Victoria Housekeeping. "Select Unit; Von Lycaon." His card left the stack and retreated up my sleeve to rest against my forearm, like I was cheating at poker and swapping cards out.

"Switch Deck; H.S.O.S.6" I flipped my hand-over twice the card's backs changing in a blink, the emblem had changed, and I didn't even look at the art this time before drawing my favourite Anomaly unit. "Select Unit; Hoshimi Miyabi." She'd be the best bet in case I had to go up against a monster like Lung or a particularly fast Hero like... Fuck, what was his name? I know it was at one point... Mad Cap? She was so fast she could probably counter most speedsters, let alone the amount of damage she could deal in lore-

Bah I'm getting distracted, her card also floated up my sleeve, settling down just behind Lycaon's. "Switch Deck; Sons of Calydon." I pulled Caesar as soon as the infamous logo appeared and watched as the rest disappeared into the ether.

"Squad Set!" I felt the power well in my body as I raised my arm, despite it being my non-dominant hand, and whisper yelled, not wanting to attract too much attention. At least, not anymore from what I have currently possibly attracted.

The cards jettisoned from my sleeve, encircling me and spinning fast. I noticed an extra bit of cards in the circle, most likely the lower rank items to pad out the draws. Still, it was fast enough to generate enough wind to send my cloths and hair riffling through the air, I felt like I was Rin, summoning Archer in UBW.

This was the part I was dreading, though. With the way the system was set up? Each card was a 10% chance since I was only getting one. I assume, if this kept true to the system I outlined and designed, that the rest of the cards were A-Ranks from all 3 choices (Games).

If by some miracle I hit the 30% chance of an S-Rank, it was further broken down into a 33.33% chance that I would get the character I WANTED at the moment. Caesar would be fantastic to keep me alive, Miyabi would be perfect for killing high-powered enemies.
But I fancied having Von Lycaon at my disposal. It would be a VI imitating the characters and trying it's best, but it would be imitating the lore versions… Not just the gameplay versions.

"Please be my husband... Please be my Husband." I crossed my fingers before a blinding light forced me to close my eyes.

When I opened my eyes, I was treated to my 6'6" fluffy boy, mind you I was still small enough that if I wanted... Uppies was a valid option. "I am at your disposal~" His voice was a smooth baritone, leaning more to his 1.6 VA, sounding younger and more... Fresh-

And now I'm back in the school uniform. Great- "Master Proxy, you'd do well to stay clean." If I wasn't in such a position, I'd be swooning over how close he is to me. "Uppies." I raised my arms, anticipation clear in my eyes as he chuckled in return. "Very well, Master Proxy." Though, only one of them could hold onto and touch the fluffiness that was his immaculately groomed fur.

I only had one free S-Rank pull like this, and I got quite lucky. It would be sometime before I could possibly summon another agent. "It would be wise to have a plan going forward." And he was right. Right now, I was practically stranded alone in an alley with only the goodest of Bois. And I am basically completely useless in a fight because I don't have anything I can use...

"Right now, we need to figure out when and where exactly we are." He nodded, crouching slightly before- "WOAH!" We soared into the air, the sound of his metal feet just tapping against the brick work were like shotgun shells going off nearby to me at the moment. "Lycaooooooon!" I was thankfully able to hold on, with him carrying me practically in a princess carry while sprinting across the rooftops.

I repressed the urge to whoop and holler as we dashed across the building's, instead choosing to snuggle into Lycaon and gather as much warmth against the frigid air I could. The ride was smooth as we started to search for a perfect building to start our own little "Home Base."

I Idly opened the system window while we moved, practically jamming my finger as hard as I could into the help button to see if anything changed from what I originally designed with my custom system. The top banner glowed a deep purple with a bright dark blue underneath, holding all the information I was looking for.

-[ Welcome to the Hoyoverse System v0.2 ]-

The Hoyoverse System v0.2 grant's it's user access to a combined system of 3 games. And assigns the user various other functions to facilitate their life in a new world.

-[ Squad Select function ]-
Welcome to the SSF, your one-stop shop for getting your favourite characters walking among you. The following text provides details about the SFF and how you gain new characters to grow your own faction and powerbase in whatever world you land on. Wheter thats RWBY, Harry Potter, Fate / Stay Night or Worm.

--[ Currency ]--
As with all Gacha games, you have your own currency, this is generated by the impact you have on the story and or world around you where you find yourself. What ever that may entail, like crushing a Rebellion under your boot or Raising an Army aginst a corrupt King. The world is your Oayster and you can't hide from it... Not if you want to surround your self with a Harem of your own making.
--[ Pity System and Limited Characters ]--
To give all our players and equal footing and the best chance possibile we work on a special pitty system. Every 300 pulls, you gain a point of Convection. Convection points can be used to shift the odds towards certain characters, the more points of Convection, the more likeily you are to spefically roll a character.

And we have spefically removed the Limited Time Characters, as we felt it would be too limiting to have to wait for your favourites to arrive. Not after we implemented the Free 5 Star Starter function.

--[ Free 5 Star Starter ]--
At the start of their journey, each Player is granted the chance to gain one 5-Star character of their choosing from the following list; Zenless Zone Zero, Honkai Star Rail, Genshin Impact.

The first 10 pull given to the player, otherwise known as the "Free 5 Star" function, works differently from the standard Gacha function's of the Hoyoverse games.

The player selects 3 5-Stars from anywhere of their choosing, which are subsequently added to the draw pool. The play can still lose on this first 10 pull but is still guaranteed a 4-Star character of choosing afterwards.

Once the die has been cast, they have a 30% chance to draw a 5-Star character, which is then divided between 33.33% Chances of each character. Once the first Character has been picked and summoned, the Squad Select Function changes to the standard pity system.

To summon your free 5-Star, initiate the process by shouting "World Select, INSERT WORLD HERE". Aftwards, slecte the "Deck" or rather, faction of you choise and pick a character.

You can either go all in with one Deck or swap said deck for another via "Switch Command" which also works to change the world.

--[ Character Limitations ]--
Please keep in mind, that the only characters you can actually access are Playable Characters, despite not transforming into or gaining anything from them. This goes for both this function and stanard pulls for more characters.

The Virtual Inteligences asigned to each character attempt to imitate the original characters to the best of their abilities, but also have the capacity to grow into their own characters.

--[ FOB's And Home Bases ]--
Every player needs a place they can rest and relax, esspically those stranded on death worlds. Especially with how we don't give you a way to travel the multiverse.

Thus we've added in a special little Base Building System. This also plays into hwo you generate Currency for your own Pulls, Various things can be purchased from the "In Home Shopping Channel" added to what ever electronic devices you may have.

To get started, you need to find somewhere that meets 3 Requirements.

Safe,
Un-occupied,
Liveable.

Once meeting these 3 requirements, you are able to establish a home base.

To learn more about this feature please. Esstablish one of your own.

-[ Hoyoverse System v0.2 ]-

"Tch." I couldn't stop myself, I was anoyed at basically having everything I wrote regurgitated to me. It didn't seem like anything changed, but I can't be too sure about that. "Just another thing to pile upon this shit-hole of a world." I didn't even know the date, this could be before or after taylor's locker incident, and knowing my looks, I'd have to go to school in some fashion if I signed with the PRT.

'Indepentant it is.' I leaned closer to my Fluffy Boy as the secary changed from a Normal city at night to broken down houses and various other buildings that had the homeless population linger around for shelter durring the frigied nights.

"Find me some place that's Safe, Un-occupied and Liveable." Lycaon didn't speak, just nodding as he changed directions. We started heading towards the docks, there would likely be lots of places that could fit our needs.

Fou-san · 2025-06-19T09:45:29+0100

It is a well known fact, that the Naruto Universe does feature alternate timelines and alternate realities, particularly in later in the fantasticaly infuriating Boruto series. Or rather, it would fantasticaly irritate me.

But I digress.

And I ask you, possible reader from another dimension, if my thoughts are in actuality placed down as a story on some internet forum board... What do you do, when you die and arrive in front of a ROB?

Do you Beg?

Do you Cry?

Do you Scream and Rage against the chains?

Or do you sit Quietly.

Do you sit with your hands in your lap?

Do you take the next words as they come and instead zone out?

Or as the Fat-assed Black Jesus of the Afterlife himself put it.

Quiet life or blaze o' glory.

I entered that fucking office Quiet as the Virgin Marry. Because I was dead, unable to speak and on a piece of fucking paper.

It was only by virtue that the ROB that oversaw MY worlds deaths happened to glimpse his eyes over that particular page instead of just stamping it and letting the rest of us and our souls be shredded to oblivion.

His hand reached into the pair, batted away some random schmucks soul, and the pinched mine and threw me onto the seat in front of him before slapping that stamp and letting the paper be eviscerated until not even molecules of it were left.

"Well, lookie what we have~" He looked like Truth from FMA, never really explained that to me to be honest.

"Death by goat? Not as common as you think, though I don't think anyone before you has died because a goat got horny and decided it wanted to suck your dick." I could only nod, my voice not at all leaving my body despite wanting to ask him not to bring that up. "Hol' up a moment, lemme check~" He snapped his fingers, a big thick black book dropped onto the table in front of him.

I could hear the wood creak and the papers compress from its weight and the sheer girth it had.

"G.... G... G... O... O... O..." He licked his finger and flipped a page leisurely with each letter, having skipped around to the G section and going by alphabetical order until finding what he wanted. "Aha~ Here it is!" He turned around the book, propping it up to allow me to see what exactly he was pointing at before slamming it shut as I felt particularly confused.

"First death of this variety, so, I'm going to give you a Gift." He smiled, the big teeth against his featureless face the only way I could physically gauge how he was feeling. "First up!" He leaned forward, blocking his mouth from one side and stage whispering with glee. "Cuz' I'm kinda on a kick for Naruto at the moment." He leaned back in his seat, spinning on it, yet his voice stayed the same. "That's the world you're heading to pal."

His feet landed on the book, sending it away and toppling a pile of paper that he fixed with a quick snap.

"And normally, I don't do this in the first place. Giving you a new life in a new world and all that..." He shrugged again raising his hands into a 'What can you do' move. "I might as well give you the whole Package." I nodded along, not out of want, but Fear.

Here was this ROB that I CAN'T do shit against, even if I would rather be laid to my eternal rest, whether that's in Heaven, Hell or just plain loosing all conscious thought.

"So let's see here, we can do the generic OC insert, the 'I'm apart of a Clan!' shit like Senju or Uchiha or Hatake, or just spin a wheel for it." He scratched at his chin for a moment before looking at me, his unseeable gaze freezing me to the spot. "Nod the number of times corresponding to the answer." I quickly nodded up and down 3 times, because if I was going, I rather pray to my second favourite Twink and favourite gambler John Star Rail, Aventurine.

*SNAP*

In the blink of an eye, time seemed to speed up, the wheel appearing my arm being allowed to move and pres the button before being glued back to my other hand in my lap-

"Ah~" Time resumed normal speed as he gazed across the room at the wheel with joy and mirth. "Dealer's choice~" He speared me with a look, though not as intensely this time. "You seem like the ADHD kind of Gal~ Let's make you an Uzumaki with that High Stamina stat that makes it hard to sit still." I wanted to correct the ROB, that I was in fact male, but due to previous circumstances... I couldn't say shit.

*SNAP*

This time the wheel changed, instead of the slices that changed sizes when picked, I was left with numbers. And I silently asked Mason what they mean. "Number of abilities." The uncaring ROB waved me off, speeding the wheel itself until it landed on one, then repeated itself. "Chains it is, I was hoping you'd get that Mind's eye, see what you could do with it, but restraining tailed beasts ain't too bad~" Another uncaring Shrug.

It was at this point I questioned whether I was really dead.

"More Numbers~" He spun the speed wheel again, landing on 4. His smile disappeared, turning distinct;y natural. He got up and started walking around his office, inspecting things and the wheel itself in speed time before sitting back down. "Next, dealers choices." He said with a forced voice. And I had the distinct feeling that the man didn't want me to get four, instead he pulled out 5 cards, each differently coloured on one side and completely void black on the other.

He shuffled them while staring at the sealing, before flicking them at me. They landed flat against my torso and I couldn't move enough to view them. "Shhhhhheeeetttt~ Son! You got it good huh?" I merely tilted my head questioningly. "Everything but fire." And that worried me, because if those were what I thought they were, that wasn't going to necessarily land me a good vibe with the Snake himself.

Oh yeah, I came to conclusion that I was either dying and my mind tried to protect itself by conjuring a highly realistic and vivid dream before I died to spare me the mental pain and anguish of not being able to live because a Goat broke into my home, into my room through my heavy oak door, and bit my dick off.

Or, I truly died from that and this isn't an illusion but some sort of karmic justice because fuck that goat.

Or did the goat from Goat simulator hop worlds? Food for thought.

"Outa Verse shit!" The ROB snapped me from my darker inner mussing with more wheel bullshit. This time speeding it up way to fast for me to see before destroying the Machine with another powerful snap.

"I dislike that, but I'm a man of principle." He turned back to me, now frowning. "Put simply?" He asked, and I nodded. A whiteboard appeared behind him, the text there plain as day for me to read. "Nod when done."

My eyes turned to the board. All around its edge were various popular drawings like, that Stylized S, Dick butt, Kill Roy, and what not. But what interested me was the Spins.

Worlds: 1 (The God of High School)

Blessings: 2 (Yongpyo & Custom Item)

Custom Item: (Jin Mori's Guide to Martial Arts~)

"Now, let me explain the Custom Item." I turned back to the man after nodding, having watched the white board crumple in on itself into nothingness at his behest while he nursed his forehead. "It's something I added completely out of boredom and made sure that the chances were fucking low, unfortunately for me..." He gestured to me, all 6' confined to the chair with ephemeral chains that he could change on a fucking whim.

"I'm going to remove it, and considering the world you're going to... Might as well give ya the Constitution to actually use it. Would be funny to see what fuckery you yourself get up to." He rolled his hands, presumably rolling his eyes. "And I need to prevent that manual from spreading, so we're signing a Geas before you go and locking that shit down, ya hear?" I nodded.

"Good, it'll only be in your head, so I might as well basically give you a Mind Palace as if you had a Tailed Beast so you can read it and all of its Volumes~" He smiled evilly at that, and I wasn't sure I wanted to know how many there were. "You're going to be dropped in as Designer Baby, Yongpyo just so happens to be copied and placed nearby, and you won't have to worry about losing it." he picked up another paper, turning monotone as he stamped again and again on each new paper.

"I rather not have that thing go rouge and join Madara or god forbid one of the Ōtsutsuki..." He shivered for a second. "You'll wait until I'm done this batch." I looked at the pointed pile of fucking paper work, it seemed not even a ROB could escape that evil... Nor the dumbassarey of forgeting Shadow Clones.

Uh Oh.

He paused.

The smile on his lips growing father than his mouth could support one side, his entire body seemingly starting to split in a rather grotesque manner of turning into two. One held the paper work and the other stretched.

"Make more." He said while walking toward me, and I had to watch as more and more of him duplicated until the room was practically filled than expanded as more paperwork and stamps were passed out to the hive mind that decided to all in sync, even while splitting, wave goodbye to me.

Thankfully, the door closed before I could regret having thoughts.

"Now~ Off you go!" He tilted the chair back, letting go and letting teter in place as I stayed as still as I could, hoping I wouldn't fall backward and face that fucking sense of vertigo and weightlessness I always did when I started to fall backwards like this.

"Well, )&*( @%$!*&^..." I could feel my body change at his words, yet unable to understand them, growing shorter and my hair growing longer, some strands of a fine silky red blocking my eyes for a moment. All completely painless. "Buh-Bye~" he poked the chair with his foot, and I was sent careening over the edge, luckily for me, he snapped his fingers and made me pass out rather than endure my entire travel over to the Naruto Universe. I'm just glad I didn't have to deal with whatever horrors might've awaited me on the other end.

And well, that's my 'Let's Do This One More Time' origin story.

From start to finish, and then I landed here. In the Naruto World. Sick to my fucking stomach and with roughly 10 years worth of a little girls memorys. And while sick I recount all of her adventures, of running, hiding, her father buying time, our mother dying, my last finale couple days of stupidly picking a couple barries up cuz I was hungry.

And I still had to come to terms that I was no longer a 20-year-old white man, but instead a 10-year-old white girl with Uzumaki ADHD and unmedicated.

Not to mention the hell puberty is going to wreck on my body.

I'm rambling, but...

Welcome to my story.

The story of Mori U-ZU-MA-KI~!

Fou-san · 2025-06-19T09:45:42+0100

My mind was numb, and consciousness was hazy from the berries my starving past self picked. She only did so out of desperation, something to fill the empty void in her, and now I'm paying the price.

The world felt blazing hot, yet frigidly cold.

I don't really know how long I'd been crawling across the forest floor, what with blacking out for periods of time, but night was starting to fall by the time I made it to the edge of a dirt road.

Yongpyo had already made its way to me, copying a nice green blanket and providing me with what warmth it could... I couldn't tell if this was some sick joke, but that asshole of a ROB enforced on my new pal that it couldn't heal me at all through this first poison. Yet it did it's best job to keep me warm, I curled up into fetal position, just breathing and hoping to Hagoromo that some nice passerby would pick me before I succumbed to my fever.

My mind turned to replaying memories as I faded in an out of consciousness. It didn't play the memories that kept me up for nights after I finally recovered, no... Instead, it was merciful, like the calm before a storm.

The first real memory of my own in this body... Was me waking up in a stupid frakking vat of green liquid, with bubbles and all. A Scientist standing in front of me as bubbles rose with a clipboard in hand reading my vitals, not noticing my awake state, having been writing something down before moving on.

I didn't like this at all, I didn't like the way I felt, and I did my best to finally rage against my chains. I pulled the mask off my face, pulling the slimy tube out of my mouth after taking a deep breath. Liquid filled the empty space, salty and bitter. And it was only now I start to panic, I didn't have a way out. Luckily for me, Yongpyo appeared, tapping the glass and getting my attention before raising to the top and opening a hatch.

I swam for my life, darkness crawling at the edges of my vision before it grabbed my wrist and pulled me out. I laid on my side, coughing up as much of the preservation or what it was fluid as I could with a comforting pat on my back. "Thank you." I voiced out loud to it, a connection between us finally forming as I could feel the mental controls hand themselves over.

This wasn't the Yongpyo, instead, it was one that acted more like the Dr. Strange Cape that was sentient from the MCU. I didn't take the reins, instead treating it like its own being. It grabbed me up and brought me down from the top of the tank, letting me take my first steps across the cold floors, feet feeling like they'd get frostbite and fall right off.

I moved through the low light, able to see just fine, and keep my hand firmly pressed against one of the metal walls as I entered a hallway. I was bound to find a way out eventually... I was in a secret laboratory though, Orochimaru's design if I had to guess. Yongpyo was my greatest ally in the endeavour, being a guiding hand that helped me both hide and find my way out.

And then I was out, the sun beams falling on me as I smiled and hugged it. It had guided me through the facility, but now it laid dormant as a big green blanket that swallowed me whole and still let me walk, run and jump my way around the forest. I was half tempted to ask it to fly me somewhere, but I was eager to explore, see my new world in all its glory first hand.

I was just left alone in a brand-new world, one I didn't know by pure virtue of being a young girl, having just escaped a life of captivity into the narrow paths between trees.

And I was happy.

Though, that was my own downfall.

I spent all my energy in glee the first couple days, inspecting the forest, watching nature around me move. That was before the hunger took over, then I moved about, unsure of each and everything. I didn't want to die so soon, and I had zero survival skills. I poked and prodded at different things, testing them in random ways before settling on this large round purple fruit thing I had chanced upon.

It was larger than my fists and I snack upon it as I continued to look for some kinda of dirt road, if I found that, I would likely find some way out of this place and to civilization... I just had to hope the people I found were kind enough to take an orphan girl in and bring her somewhere safe...

Then it started.

My limbs growing heavy, my eyelids weighing more and more as I slowed down... Then I felt trapped, like I was back in that cold, uncaring place that I called home since I was born, as I collapsed to the ground. Then the heat set in, and the frigid cold crept in wherever my faithful companion wasn't coving my body. It was like I was both burning from lava and taking a dip in the coldest ice bath ever-

And then I woke up from the dreams of memories.

Delirious and unable to make out anything or think much more than wanting to get to the road. But I was moved, the starts above replaced by something a dark brown ceiling.

The warmth of the room permeating the room and Yongpyo curled around me, a cold towel resting against my forehead... It was through blurry vision that I could make out a black haired lady hovering over me. She was turned away at the moment, speaking to someone, but her voice was so far away. Then a weight suddenly appeared across my stomach, eliciting a quiet groan from me, and I wasn't able to catch a glimpse of the cuase before I fell beneath the black water of consciousness.

When next I woke, I was on the back of the same lady, her voice distant and muddy the fever still running high, yet I was still carried in my blanket. That day, I was in and out more often, catching glimpses of time passing and a really tall Blonde lady. I looked down when I finally registered the weight that sat on my stomach, and passed out right after seeing the pig.

And thus passed the next couple of days just like that, waking up at random times, my scenery and position changed. From being piggybacked and smelling something bitter, to princess carried and something flowery, to having warm hands hovering over my abdomen and head with glowing green energy from the golden haired one and caring words with food from the void haired one.

That's when I was realized something important, something that drew a smile to my lips.

People.

I was found, and I was safe.

Today I had woken up with more consciousness than previous, finally able to hear properly, yet the world still too blurry to see anything. "Who..." I startled miss Void, causing her to practically drop the spoon she was using to feed me some sort of soup. "Oh, you're awake..." She said quietly, and I let my eyes roam acorss the room we were now in.

"Warm..."

Yongpyo... I could feel his presence, ever faithful and sticking to me like glue. His worry clear to me as day as the lady leaned me down, no longer having to coax me to eat more soup as she finally finished the bowl. I could make out the shape of her body standing up and leaving me alone. In just a blink, there was the Golden one, her hair obscuring her face as her hands roamed over me. "Soft..." The world escaped my lips at the touch of her hand meeting my forehead.

She paused, and I could feel her hesitation, her hand already moving away- "please…" I found the strength in me to place my own tiny hand on hers. And having all my energy expended, I fell back asleep.

The next time I had any semblance of thought, I was in a tent, the world less blurry and the Void one raking her hand through my hair, messaging my scalp pleasantly. The air stunk of something bitter, and the smell burned my sinuses. "Who... Are..." I didn't have much strength, let alone thought, but I thought I heard Shi and Tsu. Muffled as my hearing was at the moment.

When I opened my eyes this time, the world was clear as Crystal, the cold not bitting and nipping at me, and I was able to sit up. Yongpyo slid off me, and I could feel his happiness at my recovery. I could hear the crackle of fire outside the tent and noticed the Void Haired one sleeping peacefully with a pig next to me.

I pulled my trusty companion to cover me as I stood up and walked through flaps towards where I heard the fire.

There sat the tall Golden haired one, drinking something from a gourd that I could smell from here and made my sinuses burn again. I slowly approached, Yongpyo quietly wrapped around my feet and muffling my sound wasn't enough to get me all the way to her without her knowing if the way she paused in her drinking was anything.

"So... You're awake." She didn't turn to me, instead putting a cork in her drink and staring into the fire.

I gazed at her back, wearing a grass-green haori with the kanji for "gamble" on the back.

Yongpyo made noise again as I walked up to the log and sat next to her, instead staring at the fire.

We kinda just... Sat here. Not really saying anything.

Not much for me to say in the first place.

...

"Thank you." It was meek, and quiet. But I still gave my gratitude.

She un-corks her bottle and takes another swing, I flinch a bit at the smell as her eyes never leave the fire.

"Don't thank me just yet, we're dropping you off at the next town." She was cold, reserved, but everything I knew of this woman told me she was just trying to protect me.

Not like I wanted to be left behind.

Fou-san · 2025-06-19T09:45:59+0100

"Teach me!" The next morning, after having woken up and been given a set of clothes that Shizune bought me, I bounded up to the older Blonde, Youngpyo as a green blanket handing around my shoulders with a knot in the front.

"No." She flicked my head lightly, causing me to stumble backwards into the smiling Shizune.

"Teach me!" I jumped, aiming to land on her back and wrap my arms around her neck. We were still about 6-Days off from the next town I could safely be dropped at.

"No." She side stepped me and let me face plant into the ground.

I felt the vibrations of her weight walking past me before pulling my head out of the dirt to see a small Smile on Shizune's face.

"Teach me!" This time, I waited until she stopped walking to talk with Shizune about the map and our current directions, we were still 5-Days off.

And promptly was smashed into the ground with a small crater for popping up right in front of her legs and pushing her chest up like that would do me any good. Now, like a good member of the feminine gender, I didn't cop a feel, but still felt that sting of jealousy bite into my heart at the weight she was carrying.

"NO!" It was a lot more forceful this time, but I'm not Jiriya and I learn from my lecherous mistakes and will make sure to not do that again.

Blunt force trauma to the head via Tsunade being negated by gag rules, thank you, ROB~

"Teach me!"

This time, My approach was to ask for a Kunai from Shizune who gave me a blunted one, and then to rush the older women.

"No." She didn't even stop her drink while we were walking, merely flicking my head and sending me into a tree before I got back up and rushed her again.

"Teach me!"

4-days off from that Town they're likely to abandon me at.

"Teach me!"

"No!"

...

"Teach me!"

"No!"

...

"Teach me!"

"No!"

The days passed mostly like that, me finding each and every opportunity to bombard her with another 'Teach me!' to only be give yet another resounding and firm 'No!' let it not be said I wasn't persistent in my quest to learn from the best medic.

I was kinda peeved at the fact that she drugged me to drop me off at the orphanage, the matron was kinda and all that, but I didn't trust her. There was something about her that just put me off.

So that night, dressed in a 'Mini Tsunade' outfit minus Gamble coat, I made my way out.

Luckily for me, I spent enough time around them with Yongpyo that he was able to track them down. And I didn't have to worry about dieing to poison this time, what with that restriction released.

Ya know... If Yongpyo can turn into anything? Why not my own little mini Gamble coat?

"TEACH MEEEEEEEE!"

Tsunade looked up at the sky absolutely bewildered as I came flying down like a comment, Yongpyo's speed mode having lent help towards my particular goal to dive onto the Blonde Medic.

She was mid-drink, and I just interrupted that with my antics again.

"BRAAAAAAAATTTTT!" Shizune looked absolutely done with me while patching me up from the bruises Tsunade gave me.

I sat unrepented as smiling at Tsunade.

"TEACH ME!"

Another Tick mark appeared on her forehead.

Do not let it be said that Tsunade Senju doesn't learn from her mistakes.

She does.

But I'm just more stubborn.

She put me to sleep for 2 days, and I had to deal with that weird matron again, her creep appraising gaze watching over the children like she was one of the Moms from Promised Neverland.

But Yongpyo knows where Tsunade is, and if I don't make her my teacher, I ain't ever gonna learn my Martial Arts.

That's a fucking promise, Yongpyo~

"TEEEEAAACCCH MEEEEEEEE!"

This time I waited until they were walking during their day to speed ahead of them down the road, Speed mode is busted BTW~

Tsunade wasn't prepared for me to rocket into her, and I wasn't prepped to land face-first into Jiriya's vision of perfect heaven.

I took my beating with grace from just being graced with the face to plush valley~

"TEACH ME!"

I raised my Arms again, shouting for the world here.

Tsunade was smart, this time leaving me in a medically induced coma for a whole week~

Lucky for me, Yongpyo was able to shuck off the weird seal thing the old Matron tried to stick to the back of my neck. Likely given to her as a tracker for me by Tsunade.

But that doesn't stomp me from changing Yongpyo to Red, and changing the Kanji on the back to "student"~

"TEACH MEEEEEEEE!"

This time, I aimed a flying kick to the head, only to be grabbed by the foot, whipped around in a circle to really get my guts churning and placed firmly on the ground in front of the serene looking 5th Hokage.

"What's your name." Her hands firmly, but lightly, held me in place as I felt a dangerous force envelop me.

Not like that'd stop me and my missing tooth!

"Mori!" I proudly stated with a tooth grin. "Mori U-ZU-MA-KI!" I wanted to do a cool pose for it all, but I think I finally wore down her patience for my shenanigans.

"Fine Mori. You wanna learn?" I nodded enthusiastically.

Tsunade turned to Shizune, spearing her with a look, before the younger one rummaged in her bag and pulled out a scroll.

"There's another town a week out from her that's closer you can be dropped off at." She undid a ribbon on it and handed it to me.

I took it and opened, skimming the top of the words and finding out this was some sort of teaching manual she made years ago for Shizune.

"Do you know how to use chakra?"

I proudly shook my head no at the older women's expense. AKA her sanity meter, as she started to nurse the headache I caused and mumble something about not having enough booze.

"Shizune can you show you how." My eyes locked onto her like a heat seeking missile, and I'm pretty sure this world as anime physics and right now my eyes are stars against a shadowed background.

I walked up to her and bowed at a perfect 90-degree angle.

"Teach me, please, Shizune Senpai."

The sound of a gourd suspiciously breaking behind me feel on deaf ears.

"Alright Mori-chan. Let's get started."

And that's how, in the first day of my next week. I ended up unlocking my chakra and Mind Palace at once.

Shizune as it turns out is a fantastic teacher that was able to get me to learn how to use the basics of Chakra pretty easily.

Though it helped, it was a foreign energy I had never felt or used before, and that Shizune just disrupted my chakra flow to let me get a better feel for it.

It was a surging form of power that permeated my entire body.

"Chakra is formed via a mixing of both your Physical and Spiritual energy."

Shizune started rattling off the scroll she showed me during our break when she had me sit down and pulsed my chakra network with her own.

"For it is in passing that we achieve immortality. Through this we become a paragon of virtue and glory to rise above all. Infinite in distance and unbound by death, I release your soul, and by my shoulder protect thee." I mumbled to myself as I imagine both Red and Blue. One for my mind, the brain all of its energy, and the other for my body.

I could feel the network built within my body, the Hot and Cold I felt from my fever rushing through them to settle in my stomach and mixed like a whirlpool.

And then what happened was what Shizune described as my "beautiful mind" phase.

"Heh... Heh heh..." I chuckled as a butterfly flew past me and reached out for it. "Man, I feel so good." I stood up and started ignoring Shizune and followed the nature around me with a massive smile.

Shizune of course tried to wrangle me in while Tsunade watched me go around high as a kite.

"THIS IS BETTER THAN KETAMINE!"

Though neither knew what I was talking about, seeing the energetic child that hounded them spout pure nonsense after unlocking her chakra for use in Ninjutsu and other Ninja arts was hilarious for them. There were a few rare cases like Mori herself, ones where they just acted like they got hopped up on some drug after opening their chakra network for more heavy use for the first time.

"Ne, Ne! Mom, Mom! Don't let the Cyclops with red eyes become Hokage!" Tsunade launched herself into a coughing fit at my words, first from me calling her mom, which I would later deny entirely~ And the second half from shouting- "He's gonna launch 20% Tariffs on the whole WORLD~" with a stage whisper like it was some big secret.

Needless to say, I woke up the next morning a flaming tomato with a laughing Yongpyo.

The rest of the week, which was most definitely not a deadline for me. I can find Sensei anywhere in the world now~ Just ask Yongpyo!

...

...

Right, not very talkative inside my brain, more acting with feelings.

"Teach me!"

I proudly stood in front of the groggy Tsunade, who promptly chucked the scroll at my head and went back to sleep.

I of course sent Pongpyo to get me some fish as I started to practise the hand-signs without the intent to shape chakra, using Shizune's little handy dany 'Hang Sign Cheat Sheet' she made me.

Later on, I'd be grabbing some leaves and trying to stick to my forehead, I suspect that being and Uzumaki, along with Jon Mori's Constatution, I'm going to be very heavy in the 'Yang' Affinity and have to work on my control, or I'm never gonna be able to learn to fine tune any of my jutsu let alone use the healing techniques that Sensei could teach me~

And after a healthy breakfast of rations, cleaning up camp and helping Shizune pack everything into scrolls, I finally grabbed some leaves and used the tips Shizune oh, so graciously hand-delivered to me, like using Rat to help focus and guide my Chakra to where I want it and help grip the damn leaf to my forehead.

I of course failed the first couple hours before we finally stopped to take a break for my sake because I was rapidly depleting my energy. I laid on the nice fluffy grass in between Tsunade and Shizune, one of them started to message my scalp and I was out like a light with a single mutter.

"not fair..."

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