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[Devastator]

"I'm not sure what to do first.  There's a lot of words, but..  well, let me try something first."

Make an Essence with Tarnweywey

Activate Heroic Form, and see what it does.  Punch the ground to test my strength?

Spoiler (click to show/hide)

Title: Skylord
Uniform: Bomber jacket with black wings attached to the back, over a white shirt of some kind.  It's unclear what kind it is because the bomber jacket is attached at the back, somewhere around the location of the wings.  The arms are cut off short, more torn than cut, with obvious violence.  The inside of the jacket is covered with a number of pockets, of all sizes and shapes.  Black boots with small metallic heels, along with black socks and black jeans.
Fingerless black leather gloves are included, with small metal inserts in the knuckles.

There are no hair or head coverings, nor jewelry.  Same with the arms, beyond the shortsleeved jacket.  Those parts are to remain wild and free.

Stats:
--Might 1
--Mobility 1
--Power 1
--Control 1
--Will 1
--Heart 1

Crest Traits:
-Heroic Form

Domains:
-Vea'vatam

[Lenglon]

"So we're on a time limit, and we need to experiment with the words of spells on our own to figure them out."
My ears flick around a bit as we move, and I carefully move to the side of the group as we advance through the sand. Once I'm on the edge of the group, I reach down with my left hand to take hold of the book chained to my side, and aim to the side with my right, off into the sand and away from our direction of travel, and test my first Spell as we move.
"Myne"

Spoiler: Golden Flare (click to show/hide)

Title: Golden Flare
Uniform: This girl is slightly on the short side, with a wirey build. She has very long golden-colored hair with large pointed ears near the top, white fur inside the ears. as it goes further out it behaves less and less like normal hair and more and more like flowing flames, and by the ends you even see sparks and particles cast off by the hair, though it doesn't burn anything. Her eyes show no whites, instead being a bright golden color throughout, her irises being themselves shaped like a tall and narrow flickering black flame that flares when she gets mad. She wears a sky blue T-shirt with red trim paired with a red skirt with white underside, and secured by a black belt with brown belt pouches on the back, buckle decorated with a double-pentacle design, and danging from the belt on her left side is a book on a loop of chain with a dark red leather cover and a metal clasp holding it shut. Poking out below her skirt is a large and expressive golden yellow fluffy tail. She wears a analog watch on left hand that has no numbers upon it and five different arms which move at different speeds and react to her use of magic. finally, she wears blue fingerless gloves with a pentacle design on their backs and practical brown leather boots with black socks.

Stats:
--Might 1 - Strike harder and resist the physical, keep going even as you bleed.
--Mobility 1 - Move quicker, evade physical attacks, strike swiftly.
--Power 1 - Empower and hate-imbue your spells. Make stronger Essences.
--Control 1 - Control and make safe your spells. Make more usable Essences.
--Will 1 - Endure wars of the mind, control that which you seek to shackle.
--Heart 1 - Be a magical girl. Use more Words in your spells.

Crest Traits:
Hasted Steps: Add +20 to all of your initiative rolls, and an additional +20 for the first initiative roll of a given combat engagement.

Domains:
Myrhast

[syvarris]

Luna's Vestige looks around at the sandy plane, grumbling slightly.  She adjusts the scarf in front of her face a little, and pulls her hair in front of her eyes.  She looks profoundly uncomfortable and out of place.

"Why a desert?  This hardly seems worth protecting..."

She shakes her head, and gives Flare a serious look.  "Yes.  You go on ahead.  I'll lag behind and experiment.  It may be unlikely for us to wound ourselves, but if this magic is meant for combat it might be easy to harm each other.  The outsiders may not attack intuitively, either."

That said, Luna's Vestige walks a few steps away from the distant monoliths--and the others--then kneels down and picks up a handful of sand in her left hand.  She stands and starts to slowly pour the sand out, focusing on the falling grains while speaking words of power: "Hasten Vzzrl."

Then she pauses.  She asks a question aloud:  "Cat-thing.  Can we affect the dream world in any way aside from using words of power?"

Without missing a beat, she then states two more words of power, waiting for a few seconds between them:  "Elsewell.  Merlin."

((Intentionally testing these things: Using multiple spells in one turn.  Using two one-word spells, separated only by a pause.  Focusing on a specific thing while casting a spell.  Checking for a wordcap below four, given 3 heart.  Whether we have contact with green cat thing.  The GM's patience.))

Spoiler: Luna's Vestige (click to show/hide)

Title: Luna's Vestige
Uniform: A tall girl wearing a loose fluttering cloak, extremely dark near the top, and becoming transparent and ragged towards the bottom.  It is light enough to billow in the slightest breeze.  Beneath, she wears indistinct dark robes, wrapped tight to her body by vivid blue strings.  The robes and strings cover everything except her bare left arm.  Said arm is pale, and bandaged chaotically, especially near her hand.  Hints of distorted skin shaded blue from failed experimentation with Tenae peek out between the gray bandages.  The rest of her body is healthy, but kept hidden underneath her cloak.  Scarves are piled high on her shoulders and around her neck, covering the lower third of her face, but leaving her determined scowl visible.  She has bright, piercingly blue eyes, framed by long black hair.

Stats:
--Might 0 - Strike harder and resist the physical, keep going even as you bleed.
--Mobility 1 - Move quicker, evade physical attacks, strike swiftly.
--Power 1 - Empower and hate-imbue your spells. Make stronger Essences.
--Control 1(+) - Control and make safe your spells. Make more usable Essences.
--Will 0 - Endure wars of the mind, control that which you seek to shackle.
--Heart 3 - Be a magical girl. Use more Words in your spells.

Crest Traits:
Steady Soul: Add +1 to your Control spell casting rolls. Once per mission, can be activated to achieve a guaranteed '5' roll in Control.

Domains:
-Tenae is mysterious, a shadow that hides and strings that distort.

[Egan_BW]

Ignorance tilts her head down to inspect her body, as if noticing it for the first time.
"This shapeform is not built for impact. Requesting fire support until artillery capability comes online."

She then faces the desert and gestures vaguely toward it, speaking "Aaazzz Gottem!"

Spoiler: Ignorance's W̸͕̾̓i̷͔̅t̶̖̘͈̏͗̆c̸̟͖͗̀̐̑h̵̥͓͎͔̄̚ (click to show/hide)

Title: Ignorance's W̸͕̾̓i̷͔̅t̶̖̘͈̏͗̆c̸̟͖͗̀̐̑h̵̥͓͎͔̄̚
Uniform: Runed blue bandages wrapped tightly around the head, except for the top of the head and the left eye, which bears a monocle. Medium length straight cyan hair floats behind, as if underwater. Long, fine blue robe with gold runed trim, books with brightly shining white eye symbols on the covers strapped to each side of the robe which faintly flutter their pages. White socks and black leather shoes. Roughly average build, a bit thin.

Stats:
--Might 0
--Mobility 1
--Power 1
--Control 1
--Will 1
--Heart 2

Crest Traits:
- Steady Soul

Domains:
- Reaoh

[Fluffe9911]

As she walks with her coworkers Heavenly Clerk isn't really paying attention to her surroundings and is mostly thinking about things in her own head it is only when they start spouting magic words does she snap out of it and look around at her companions confused "Oh are we all making up words? I mean... I can do that too! Like.. Squiqilybop! Orr err Tavaviteve!"

Spoiler:  Heavenly Clerk (click to show/hide)

Title: Heavenly Clerk
Uniform: Dressed upon this Magical Girl is a relatively plain looking black business suit and fancy black shoes which looks extremely odd on a girl of her age. As if to contrast her vain imitation of professionalism upon the top left of the suit is a worn down pin with a yellow smiley face placed upon it. Her brown hair while long is trimmed slightly and nestled upon the top right of her head sits a blue rose in bloom. Her eyes are blue and her physical build is about average if a bit on the taller side.

Stats:
--Might 1
--Mobility 1
--Power 0
--Control 1
--Will 3
--Heart 0

Crest Traits:
-Barrier Jacket

Domains:
-Dullan

[FallacyofUrist]

1

"I'm not sure what to do first.  There's a lot of words, but..  well, let me try something first."

Make an Essence with Tarnweywey

Activate Heroic Form, and see what it does.  Punch the ground to test my strength?

(Power: 3)
(Control: 1)

In time-honored tradition, you begin testing your abilities. There is a distinct connection with something as you speak the Word - but with how unused you are to your mantle, as the power comes forth, you don't manage to catch it, and it spills out.

A little green sprout emerges from the sands beneath you.

Undeterred, you focus on your Heroic Form. It's something you know about instinctively, just like you know your Crest connects to Vea'vatam. It doesn't seem like you need to activate it, though. it's just there.

You bend down and strike the ground with your hand.

(Might: 1+1)

Your hand stings a little from the sand, which squelches under your strike. It does feel different, though. Your strike more sure, more fluid, than it was before. Stinging less than you'd expect.

"So we're on a time limit, and we need to experiment with the words of spells on our own to figure them out."
My ears flick around a bit as we move, and I carefully move to the side of the group as we advance through the sand. Once I'm on the edge of the group, I reach down with my left hand to take hold of the book chained to my side, and aim to the side with my right, off into the sand and away from our direction of travel, and test my first Spell as we move.
"Myne"

(Power: 6)
(Control: 4)

The Word echoes, and a shard of dim red light flashes out a meter, maybe two, in the direction you indicated, then breaks apart into nothingness.

Hm. Well, that was something. Seemingly incomplete, though. No range, no substance.

Luna's Vestige looks around at the sandy plane, grumbling slightly.  She adjusts the scarf in front of her face a little, and pulls her hair in front of her eyes.  She looks profoundly uncomfortable and out of place.

"Why a desert?  This hardly seems worth protecting..."

She shakes her head, and gives Flare a serious look.  "Yes.  You go on ahead.  I'll lag behind and experiment.  It may be unlikely for us to wound ourselves, but if this magic is meant for combat it might be easy to harm each other.  The outsiders may not attack intuitively, either."

That said, Luna's Vestige walks a few steps away from the distant monoliths--and the others--then kneels down and picks up a handful of sand in her left hand.  She stands and starts to slowly pour the sand out, focusing on the falling grains while speaking words of power: "Hasten Vzzrl."

Then she pauses.  She asks a question aloud:  "Cat-thing.  Can we affect the dream world in any way aside from using words of power?"

Without missing a beat, she then states two more words of power, waiting for a few seconds between them:  "Elsewell.  Merlin."

((Intentionally testing these things: Using multiple spells in one turn.  Using two one-word spells, separated only by a pause.  Focusing on a specific thing while casting a spell.  Checking for a wordcap below four, given 3 heart.  Whether we have contact with green cat thing.  The GM's patience.))

You choose to lag behind in the travel, seeing the others utilize similar measures to prevent potential accidents.

(Power: 6)
(Control: 2+1=3)

The Words echo, and a long wound coil of brittle, barely-flexible blackened cordage materializes within the falling grains of sand you pour.

Hm.

Asking your question, it takes a few moments before a response is returned to you, as a whispered purring voice in your mind.

"Usage of your quasiphysical forms will also affect the quasiphysical dream-matter."

(Power: 3)
(Control: 1+1-1=1)

One Word echoes, and a puff of warm ash billows just in front of your face. You choose to speak one more -

(Power: 6)
(Control: 1+1-1-1=0)

And distracted by the ash, you lose focus, and your spell breaks apart and you're immersed in a cloud of dense smoke.

(Mobility: 3)

You stumble out of it before you breathe too much in. Still, you're stuck heavily coughing for a good minute or two. At least you seem more resistant to smoke inhalation than someone... unaltered, might be.

(No lasting conditions applied.)

Ignorance tilts her head down to inspect her body, as if noticing it for the first time.
"This shapeform is not built for impact. Requesting fire support until artillery capability comes online."

She then faces the desert and gestures vaguely toward it, speaking "Aaazzz Gottem!"

You join the others in constructing changes in reality while you travel.

(Power: 3)
(Control: 1+1=2)

For your trouble, you get a drizzle of tiny water droplets for a moment or two, barely staining the purple-desert sands.

As she walks with her coworkers Heavenly Clerk isn't really paying attention to her surroundings and is mostly thinking about things in her own head it is only when they start spouting magic words does she snap out of it and look around at her companions confused "Oh are we all making up words? I mean... I can do that too! Like.. Squiqilybop! Orr err Tavaviteve!"

It's only on your second word that something odd joins the parade of oddities you've seen. Perhaps some Words are different than other words.

(Power: 3-1=2)
(Control: 5)

An aura of barely visible brown light shrouds you for perhaps five seconds, then flickers into oblivion.


You all arrive at the teeth-like monoliths, though one of you is taking some time to catch up after getting caught in a conjured smoke cloud.

There are eleven of them in a circle, angled such that their flat side faces a small expanse of flat blue stone in the direct center of the circle they create. Four more of them, smaller in size, are angled such that their sharp side is angled towards the center, and are spaced evenly.

And at the center of the circle, there is a void-black ripple, pulsing slowly and growing in size.

It looks like nothing. It sounds like nothing. It smells like nothing. You sure aren't going to touch it, though.

Because it feels like animalistic hatred.

[2 Turns till Incursion start.]

[Egan_BW]

Ignorance's W̸͕̾̓i̷͔̅t̶̖̘͈̏͗̆c̸̟͖͗̀̐̑h̵̥͓͎͔̄̚

"Will hostiles engage or attempt to break though?"

Speak "Zazzalalazzaz Aaazzz." attempting to direct it in a horizontal shower.

Spoiler (click to show/hide)

Title: Ignorance's W̸͕̾̓i̷͔̅t̶̖̘͈̏͗̆c̸̟͖͗̀̐̑h̵̥͓͎͔̄̚
Uniform: Runed blue bandages wrapped tightly around the head, except for the top of the head and the left eye, which bears a monocle. Medium length straight cyan hair floats behind, as if underwater. Long, fine blue robe with gold runed trim, books with brightly shining white eye symbols on the covers strapped to each side of the robe which faintly flutter their pages. White socks and black leather shoes. Roughly average build, a bit thin.

Stats:
--Might 0
--Mobility 1
--Power 1
--Control 1
--Will 1
--Heart 2

Crest Traits:
- Steady Soul

Domains:
- Reaoh

Record:
Aaazzz Gottem 3 2
Drizzle of tiny water droplets.

[Devastator]

"That wasn't much of a punch.  I mean, better than it would have been if I wasn't a hero, but I was kinda hoping for a crater of doom or something."

For that spell.. well, lets try it again, but this time with a bit more effort.  Eatsalthlat Rihitnorfongotfyu!  Skylord points her hand out, palm flat, directing her magic to a spot of earth between two of the obelisks.

Spoiler: Skylord (click to show/hide)

Title: Skylord
Uniform: Bomber jacket with black wings attached to the back, over a white shirt of some kind.  It's unclear what kind it is because the bomber jacket is attached at the back, somewhere around the location of the wings.  The arms are cut off short, more torn than cut, with obvious violence.  The inside of the jacket is covered with a number of pockets, of all sizes and shapes.  Black boots with small metallic heels, along with black socks and black jeans.
Fingerless black leather gloves are included, with small metal inserts in the knuckles.

There are no hair or head coverings, nor jewelry.  Same with the arms, beyond the shortsleeved jacket.  Those parts are to remain wild and free.

Stats:
--Might 1
--Mobility 1
--Power 1
--Control 1
--Will 1
--Heart 1

Crest Traits:
-Heroic Form

Domains:
-Vea'vatam

Spoiler: Word scratch notes (click to show/hide)

Tarnweywey (made a tiny plant sprout emerge from the ground.)

[Lenglon]

"What's up with the pillars?"
I maintain my spacing from everyone, we're all testing random magic and anything could happen. don't want to get caught up in each other's spell effects. I then aim into the sand, avoiding interfeering with the pillars and the others.
"Myne Geze"
I pause and wait to see what this spell variant does before trying another
"Taqquin Magi"
and again. I need to figure out at least one basic useful spell before the incursion occurs.
"Ventel Annul"
spells testing

Spoiler: Golden Flare (click to show/hide)

Title: Golden Flare
Uniform: This girl is slightly on the short side, with a wirey build. She has very long golden-colored hair with large pointed ears near the top, white fur inside the ears. as it goes further out it behaves less and less like normal hair and more and more like flowing flames, and by the ends you even see sparks and particles cast off by the hair, though it doesn't burn anything. Her eyes show no whites, instead being a bright golden color throughout, her irises being themselves shaped like a tall and narrow flickering black flame that flares when she gets mad. She wears a sky blue T-shirt with red trim paired with a red skirt with white underside, and secured by a black belt with brown belt pouches on the back, buckle decorated with a double-pentacle design, and danging from the belt on her left side is a book on a loop of chain with a dark red leather cover and a metal clasp holding it shut. Poking out below her skirt is a large and expressive golden yellow fluffy tail. She wears a analog watch on left hand that has no numbers upon it and five different arms which move at different speeds and react to her use of magic. finally, she wears blue fingerless gloves with a pentacle design on their backs and practical brown leather boots with black socks.

Stats:
--Might 1 - Strike harder and resist the physical, keep going even as you bleed.
--Mobility 1 - Move quicker, evade physical attacks, strike swiftly.
--Power 1 - Empower and hate-imbue your spells. Make stronger Essences.
--Control 1 - Control and make safe your spells. Make more usable Essences.
--Will 1 - Endure wars of the mind, control that which you seek to shackle.
--Heart 1 - Be a magical girl. Use more Words in your spells.

Crest Traits:
Hasted Steps: Add +20 to all of your initiative rolls, and an additional +20 for the first initiative roll of a given combat engagement.

Domains:
Myrhast

[Fluffe9911]

"Woah... I glowed for a second... that's... neat I guess? Honestly, I don't really get this whole word thing seems quite silly to me."

Forget the words I know you're supposed to talk to clients to make them feel better but saying gibberish to them and expecting that to help is just absurd! I should start practicing other ways to deal with our clients negative feelings like... physical therapy!

Spoiler:  Heavenly Clerk (click to show/hide)

Title: Heavenly Clerk
Uniform: Dressed upon this Magical Girl is a relatively plain looking black business suit and fancy black shoes which looks extremely odd on a girl of her age. As if to contrast her vain imitation of professionalism upon the top left of the suit is a worn down pin with a yellow smiley face placed upon it. Her brown hair while long is trimmed slightly and nestled upon the top right of her head sits a blue rose in bloom. Her eyes are blue and her physical build is about average if a bit on the taller side.

Stats:
--Might 1
--Mobility 1
--Power 0
--Control 1
--Will 3
--Heart 0

Crest Traits:
-Barrier Jacket

Domains:
-Dullan

Records:
Tavaviteve 2 Power, 5 Control - Shrouded me in brown light for a couple of seconds.

[syvarris]

Luna's Vestige coughs heavily as she stumbles out of her accidental smoke cloud.  The cough quickly turns into a laugh as she straightens up and looks back towards the smoke.  Her scowl is gone for the first time since she gained her crest.  She starts talking excitedly:

"Exciting!  I expected more limitations!" she says, her voice filled with a childish delight.  "And even this mistake is useful...  Ah, cat-thing!  What is your name?  If you don't have a name, I'm going to call you Watermelon.  You could've given us more advice, by the way.  Now let's see... big spell, Hasten Elsewell Ulvulme!"

She grins, regardless of the result, though her smile isn't visible under the scarves.  Then she crouches down to pick up some more sand with her left hand.  This time, she holds her hand out to the side, while walking towards the monoliths ans looking straight ahead.  Even so, she focuses on the falling grains of sand as she casts her next spell:  "Merlin Beqquel Staddom."

((If I understand the mechanic correctly, stacking control penalties for sequential spells is interesting!  It's a big buff to control in general, which makes me feel lucky.  I'm guessing Heart is a per-spell word limit--as the OP actually suggests, looking back--which makes for an interesting mechanic.  I'd test it more specifically, but Lenglon and Dev are already doing so, really.  Better to not waste my own spells if that causes fizzling.

Fluffe, I suggest you remember Tavaviteve.  I could say more if you want, but for now I just think it's a particularly useful word.))

Spoiler: Luna's Vestige (click to show/hide)

Title: Luna's Vestige
Uniform: A tall girl wearing a loose fluttering cloak, extremely dark near the top, and becoming transparent and ragged towards the bottom.  It is light enough to billow in the slightest breeze.  Beneath, she wears indistinct dark robes, wrapped tight to her body by vivid blue strings.  The robes and strings cover everything except her bare left arm.  Said arm is pale, and bandaged chaotically, especially near her hand.  Hints of distorted skin shaded blue from failed experimentation with Tenae peek out between the gray bandages.  The rest of her body is healthy, but kept hidden underneath her cloak.  Scarves are piled high on her shoulders and around her neck, covering the lower third of her face, but leaving her determined scowl visible.  She has bright, piercingly blue eyes, framed by long black hair.

Stats:
--Might 0 - Strike harder and resist the physical, keep going even as you bleed.
--Mobility 1 - Move quicker, evade physical attacks, strike swiftly.
--Power 1 - Empower and hate-imbue your spells. Make stronger Essences.
--Control 1(+) - Control and make safe your spells. Make more usable Essences.
--Will 0 - Endure wars of the mind, control that which you seek to shackle.
--Heart 3 - Be a magical girl. Use more Words in your spells.

Crest Traits:
Steady Soul: Add +1 to your Control spell casting rolls. Once per mission, can be activated to achieve a guaranteed '5' roll in Control.

Domains:
-Tenae is mysterious, a shadow that hides and strings that distort.

[Horizon]

((Ist there room to enter the waitlist?))

[Naturegirl1999]

((I didn't think there was one, this game seems interesting, can I join the waitlist too?))

[FallacyofUrist]

((I didn't think there was one, this game seems interesting, can I join the waitlist too?))

((Ist there room to enter the waitlist?))

((If you want to join the waitlist, make some reasonably detailed character sheets and I'll add you in.))

((Working on the update now.))

[FallacyofUrist]

2

Ignorance's W̸͕̾̓i̷͔̅t̶̖̘͈̏͗̆c̸̟͖͗̀̐̑h̵̥͓͎͔̄̚

"Will hostiles engage or attempt to break though?"

Speak "Zazzalalazzaz Aaazzz." attempting to direct it in a horizontal shower.

After a few moments, your mysterious advocate responds. "Predicting the behavior of Outsiders is difficult. Both outcomes are possible."

After storing that response in the depths of cognition, you once more call upon your supernatural talents.

(Power: 3)
(Control: 1+1=2)

A small puff of purple mist emerges in front of you, and for the few seconds it exists, staring into it gives you profound eyestrain.

"That wasn't much of a punch.  I mean, better than it would have been if I wasn't a hero, but I was kinda hoping for a crater of doom or something."

For that spell.. well, lets try it again, but this time with a bit more effort.  Eatsalthlat Rihitnorfongotfyu!  Skylord points her hand out, palm flat, directing her magic to a spot of earth between two of the obelisks.

You join everyone else's efforts in attempting to find meaningful combat magic before you're forced to resort to fists against eldritch invaders from a dark dimension.

(Power: 2)
(Control: 1)

A bleeding, minuscule scrap of fur materializes in the air and slowly drifts to the ground.

No such luck this time then.

"What's up with the pillars?"
I maintain my spacing from everyone, we're all testing random magic and anything could happen. don't want to get caught up in each other's spell effects. I then aim into the sand, avoiding interfeering with the pillars and the others.
"Myne Geze"
I pause and wait to see what this spell variant does before trying another
"Taqquin Magi"
and again. I need to figure out at least one basic useful spell before the incursion occurs.
"Ventel Annul"
spells testing

"The monolithic structures possess no detected anomalous properties."

After taking adequate safety precautions, in terms of distance... not that anyone's done anything all that threatening yet - you resume your search for combat magic.

(Power: 2)
(Control: 5)

A single coin materializes, one with razor-sharp edges. It's made from a familiar red light, and flickers out of existence after a few seconds, hovering in your hand until then.

You speak your second spell, but halfway through - the second Word of it runs dry. You've hit some sort of limit, it seems.

(Power: 5)
(Control: 3-1=2)

You conjure a blast of impermanent red-black flames, burning furiously, lingering on the sand before fading away, leaving scorch marks. Not so powerful or close enough to you to cause issues, thankfully, though it's a very near thing. If you drew any more power, it might have required a quick dodge - or if your control was just a little worse.

That might be useful.

You speak your third spell, and nothing happens. Well... there is something. The well of power you're using to manipulate the Dream. Your Crest. It seems you only have so much capacity to use, but... the well is still there, even if it's empty.

You could, theoretically, force the issue. Push past your limit.

"Woah... I glowed for a second... that's... neat I guess? Honestly, I don't really get this whole word thing seems quite silly to me."

Forget the words I know you're supposed to talk to clients to make them feel better but saying gibberish to them and expecting that to help is just absurd! I should start practicing other ways to deal with our clients negative feelings like... physical therapy!

Yeah, that's a good point. You've got a wide toolkit that has nothing to do with these fancy words!

It's not like your clients will want to kill you or anything like that. That would be silly.

As a magical-girl therapist you're here to help, not to harm!

Luna's Vestige coughs heavily as she stumbles out of her accidental smoke cloud.  The cough quickly turns into a laugh as she straightens up and looks back towards the smoke.  Her scowl is gone for the first time since she gained her crest.  She starts talking excitedly:

"Exciting!  I expected more limitations!" she says, her voice filled with a childish delight.  "And even this mistake is useful...  Ah, cat-thing!  What is your name?  If you don't have a name, I'm going to call you Watermelon.  You could've given us more advice, by the way.  Now let's see... big spell, Hasten Elsewell Ulvulme!"

She grins, regardless of the result, though her smile isn't visible under the scarves.  Then she crouches down to pick up some more sand with her left hand.  This time, she holds her hand out to the side, while walking towards the monoliths ans looking straight ahead.  Even so, she focuses on the falling grains of sand as she casts her next spell:  "Merlin Beqquel Staddom."

"Self-designation Watermelon accepted. This entity's capacity for independent action is limited."

The mind-voice sounds different, for a second. Strained?

(Power: 5)
(Control: 2+1=3)

While your handling of the power isn't ideal, the quantity is substantial, and you conjure into existence a mound of hot ash filled with black bone fragments. It slowly seems to slide away from you after it covers the ground.

Then you discover an unfortunate limit. After speaking the first word of your second spell, the well you draw upon seems to run dry.

(Power: 3)
(Control: 6+1-1=6)

You summon a much smaller cloud of black smoke than your first attempt. Except this time, none of it so much as touches you. It's clear in your mind where you begin and the smoke ends, and if you don't want it to touch you, it doesn't.

That limit... is unfortunate. The well will soon fill up again, but for now it's dry. Yet you sense that you could push the matter, if you had to. Take from the well instead of its contents.

But what would that cost?


The ripple in the center of the odd formation swells. In the time that you've seen it, it's gone from the size of a tennis ball to the size of a beach ball. It's still growing, and as it grows in size, so too does the aura of projected hatred it possesses.

[1 Turn till Incursion start.]

((The fight will begin the Turn after the next, so don't worry about just flat out getting jumped at the end of the next turn.))