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No Fate, but what we Make.
Closing the front door behind yourself, you exhale in relaxation. Home and safe after another night out there in the dark. Another night soaked in seemingly bloodless violence and the sparkling gleam of powers you have never truly been comfortable with, despite those powers being your right by birth. Leaning against the frame, you sigh and slide to the floor, cursing all the while. Curling forward to hug your knees you find your eyes washed in a loose sea of pink tresses.

You hadn’t even noticed your hair ties had come undone. Had you really been that distracted on the way home? Yes...yes you had. It was around when you were passing the Junior High School that a sudden panic set in and you broke out into a run. You didn’t stop until you fell on the porch.

Still high on the adrenaline and magic from earlier in the night; you were not even winded by the frantic scramble. Not sure if you were trying to outrun the tightness in your chest or get away from something terrible. Shit, now you’re crying. Not sad, no, there is frustration and anger coursing through your veins, the sensation is sudden and white hot.

How the hell did your mother ever deal with crap like this?

Clenching your hand around *IT* you hold the source of all this high and cast an accusatory glare at it. Deceitful little thing looks like a cheap plastic brooch, but you know the truth. Even if it were slammed down again and again it wouldn’t crack. This horrid thing that gave off a hopeful light in the dark. This terrible thing that restored life in the face of death. This heirloom from a line broken in blood, but continued countless ages later through reincarnation.

You hate this thing. You hate it. You hate it. Youhateityouhateityouhateit.

Not as much as you hate yourself; no she isn’t you. She is the you that could have been and now she walks around like a fucking paradox screwing with your life and you mother just lets her.

(1/3)
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>>30198905
(2/1)
“Mikage-neechan” your head snaps up from the brooch and toward the couch set in the center of the living room.

Having finally adjusted to the dark, you see a slightly built frame sit up, hidden by a dark blanket among the cushions. Blonde hair spills from beneath the comforter as it slides away to reveal your younger sister. Sweet, innocent, & almost always distracted. Hugged tightly to her chest is the oversized soft plush caricature of the family pet.
Her mouth shoots open in an elongated gasp. Not caring to keep quiet she all but somersaults over the armrest before scrambling the rest of the way toward you, pulling you into a tight hug. Talking at speeds nigh comprehensible to mankind she wants to know what happened. It’ll be okay. Don’t cry big sister. It’ll be okay.

~I’m done~ you croak out hoarsely, thrusting your sister far enough away that you can press the brooch into her hand. ~It’s your’s now Koyomi-chan. Learn how to use it, bury it, learn enough to teleport it into the sun...I don’t care.~

“Mika-”

~No. I’m done. I’m just done. Tell mom I’m sorry, I’m not going to school tomorrow.~

Forcing her off and rising, you tune her out as your stagger toward first the stairs and then to your room. Passing the master bedroom you can hear your mother snoring between love sick babbling in her sleep. Dad has been in Manhattan for two weeks on business. If he were here now you’d wake him up and tell him everything. You wish you could be that close with your mother...but she always seemed to favor *HER*. You can’t help you are the wrong version of yourself. You can’t help that you’re the you she bore in this time-line.

Finally the sanctuary of your room. Where you can’t be compared to *HER* or be reminded of anything you don’t want to. Before you close the door, you catch a glimpse of the cat staring at you, sadly, from down the hallway; eyes and golden crescent moon crest shining in the dark.
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>>30198925
Usagi > Mikage and you will never live up to her. You suck.
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>>30198925
(3/3)
18 Months Later.

Your eyes slide open calmly as you sit up. You sit up and reach for your alarm clock with a sudden clarity and speed, switching it off just as it begins to blare it's usual alarm. Allowing a smirk at yet again beating the device, you begin your predawn morning preparations and have the house to yourself for two beautiful hours before your mother and sister wake up on their own, an hour if you don't let them sleep through their alarms.

You are Mikage Chiba, 2nd Year Highschool Student, 15 years old. What do you do with your morning?

>Make Breakfast
>Exercise
>Watch the News
>Wake up Mother or Sister
>Stay in your room.
>Go for a jog
>Write in
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>>30199058
>Exercise
GETTIN' SWOLE!
SQUATS AN OATS!
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>>30199058
Check your phone and make breakfast.
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>>30199058
>Exercise
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>>30199096
>>30199555


Starting the morning off right, you get your blood flowing and throw on some warm ups to do some stretches and squats in the back yard. twenty five minutes into the routine the sun crests over the neighbors house and as the light catches assorted colored petals the garden your mother has been working on diligently since you moved into the house four years ago makes you smile. Finishing your last set of squats you collapse back into the grass and laugh a bit.

Another normal morning. In your normal home. Everything is so much better today.

"Good morning, Mikage," sounds a voice from the Sakura Tree your mom planted last year.

You stiffen, feeling the blades of grass as a thousand knives across your exposed arms, calves, and neck.

Rocking forward and pitching up, you sit in the grass looking at the house.

In the reflection in the sliding glass door into the kitchen, you see her leap out of the tree and walk up sedately beside you. Black fur, golden crescent mark on her forehead, and a swishing tail. Luna.

How do you respond?

>Politely
>Tersely
>Angrily
>Indifferently
>Friendly
>Write In
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>>30200293
Leave me alone, please.
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>>30200293
>Indifferently

"Morning cat."
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Please go back to a
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>>30200555
Odd, I'm from here.

Perhaps stats will make you feel better.

http://pastebin.com/Vq2twQDN
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Odd >>30200362
Even >>30200438

We have a tie, because I'm not picking up enough steam yet. Rolling 1d20 for the tie breaker.
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Rolled 19

>>30201017

And that was a fail, forgot to put the dice in the field
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>>30198905
You opened with a recurring quote from the Terminator movies but then transitioned into gritty magical girl quest #12398723? Weak.
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>>30200293
>>Indifferently
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>>30201073
>>30201017
>>30200362
>>30200438

You look away from the reflection in the glass door, toward your left where there is just empty grass and flowers in the warming dawn.

~Leave me alone, please~

The blue black cat sighs deeply before pawing her way past you toward the house. With three quick hops she's at the second floor and squeezing into the window your younger sister left open when she came home last night.

You never did that. Mom and dad knew what you were doing, they trained and supported you the entire time. Hell, they were even understanding when you quit.

The only person who didn't seem to get that you wanted a normal life was the cat.

Not like she can help being a living reminder of what you don't want to be anymore, would it kill her to at least give a fake meow instead of talking to you?

No helping it. You're going to have to continue with at least 1 reminder, you'll laugh at her later when she fails to get Koyomi up on time. Standing up and striding back to the house your mind zeroes in on...

>Breakfast (what?)
>Your Phone
>Shower
>Wake Mother or Sister
>Some Combination
>Write in
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>>30201598
What kind of sick person wouldn't shower after morning exercise?
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>>30201598
Shower before there rest get up and hog all the hot water.
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>>30201598
>>Shower
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>>30201671
>>30201673
>>30201686

Writing
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>>30201598
>your phone
>shower
also she needs a copy of MH3U
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>>30201598

Hot water wipes away the warm glow of your morning routine. Zoning out for a moment to bask in the searing moment before you soap up your exfoliater, letting the room fog up with a thick cloud of misty steam.

After a scrub, shampoo, and conditioning you still have an hour before the house gets hectic. It takes you almost no time to get dry and dressed in your school uniform.

Taking a quick stock of what you'll need today you have all your books for today's classes. Last night's homework, your school supplies, mom's old disguise pen, your knife, and your emergency anxiety meds.

You could be nice today and make breakfast for everyone and wake them up yourself. You could just have some oatmeal and get to campus early.

Then again you could always skip today and blame it on a panic attack. You haven't had one in two months, and maybe today you feel the faintest notion of being daring.

>Breakfast for the family
>Breakfast alone and leave early for school
>Breakfast alone and leave early to be a delinquent.
>Write In
>If you're waking your mother and sister, how?
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>>30202476
>Breakfast alone and leave early to be a delinquent.
is it bad to let some of my real life habits sneak in?
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>>30202476
You don't really want to sit around here. Head out after a quick breakfast.
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>>30202530
>>30202575

Writing
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>>30202476

Quickly filling the kettle you boil yourself some water and make a quick and easy bowl of oatmeal. Warm breakfast had, you set out for a full day avoiding your academic responsibilities. A break every once in a while is a good thing.

As you stroll away from home, and drift slowly in the opposite direction of your School.

What to do, where to go, how to spend your time. To avoid suspicion you can go home around lunch to see mom, so you've got a good five hours and thirty minutes to kill.

>Get a few magazines and loiter behind the convenience store. There are likely others with the same plan while they ditch.
>Hit the Crown arcade, though you're likely to get noticed there, unless...
>Find a quiet Alleyway.
>Go to the park.
>Write In
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>>30203498
>>Hit the Crown arcade, though you're likely to get noticed there, unless...
we got that magic pen. also i asume we regen the MP when we sleep? if not how do we get it back
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>>30203592
>A full night's rest regens MP to full.
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>>30203643
in that case ya arcade sounds great.
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>>30203498
The park sounds nice this time of day.
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>>30203695
>>30203592
both me by the way
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>>30203498
>Hit the Crown arcade, though you're likely to get noticed there, unless...
While using magic to ditch school more effectively isn't exactly part of a "normal life", doing anything we can to avoid trouble while doing what we shouldn't totally is.
Besides, we obviously keep it around for a reason.
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>>30203592
>>30203746

Writing
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>>30203498

Heading to the Crown Arcade, incognito are we? Who will you be.

As you walk the sparsely populated morning streets, you tease the disguise pen free from you purse and give it a twirl.

For as much as you loathe what you were, you've never been able to deny the freedom that comes with knowing magic. This pen is symbolic of that, the power to escape yourself for a little while to any number of possible faces. You've cultivated a handful, and wonder why mom never made more frequent use of this device.

So, who are you going to be?

>The Mysterious and haunted nameless Yankee that gets called 'Red Eyes' behind her back.
>Daphne, the French college girl whose on a few semester abroad.
>A nondescript professional housekeeper.
>A scandalously dressed ganguro bleached blonde with spray on tan known locally as Miki.
>A frumpy fujoshi with a mildly offensive shirt that people tend to steer clear of and leave alone.
>A bishonen biker boy from out of town.
>Write in with a description/identity
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>>30204162
This guy.
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>>30204196
dont know if she can turn into a guy...
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>>30204196
>>30204221

too much chin, closest would be a similar outfit on the bishonen biker boy supernatural crossdress.
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>>30204263
Works for me.
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>>30204221

She can't turn into a guy, she can dress like one. The disguise pen never really did anything for Usagi other than change her hair, outfit, makeup, and made her appear slightly older.
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>>30204263
>>30204162
>A bishonen biker boy from out of town.
This amuses me as well.
Also maximum awkward situation potential.
While still seeming like a good disguise idea.
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>>30204347
>>30204279
>>30204196

Writing
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>>30204162

With a flourish of the pen you feel your clothing morph and your hair pull and reshape. When all is done you sport a perfectly coiffed blacked pompadour, a superficial scar on your chin, jeans, a t-shirt, and a rather sweet star logo sporting jacket.

Taking a moment to compose yourself and get into character, adopting a bowlegged touch guy walk with your shoulders shrugged and your hands shoved loosely into your jacket pockets.

You make a beeline into the arcade, shooting the attendant an arched eyebrow and a nod in exaggerated fashion.

~Yo~ you draw out in a as good a fauxe deep voice as you can manage.

Yeah, you're a regular member of a speed tribe, and with a pocket full of coins, this arcade is your open road. Now what to waste time on.

>Table Flipping game?
>Horse/Jockey Manager Simulator. Hey this one has a Steel Ball Run character design tie in for some reason.
>Original Sailor V cabinet.
>House of the Dead
>DDR
>Street Fighter
>A motorcycle racing game with a motor cycle mock up to ride.
>Pachinko
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>>30204672
I've got a good feeling about the zombie game.
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>>30204672
>Original Sailor V cabinet.
This amuses me, but..
>A motorcycle racing game with a motor cycle mock up to ride.
We are dressed as a biker boy, after all.
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>>30204672
>>House of the Dead

Maybe >>A motorcycle racing game with a motor cycle mock up to ride.
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>>30204672
DDR why no one else say this?
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>>30204876
Seems like it would clash with the disguise.
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>>30204945
but its the classic ditching arcade game.
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>>30204747
>>30204781
>>30204811
>>30204876

Writing
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>>30204672

You're already dressed the part, so why not conquer the open road. Becoming one with the digital pavement you lean and turn and rev the reverberating roar of your fictional engine as it shakes the display cabinet. Truly, you wish you could get a real motor cycle and know that kind of freedom. Laughing as you finish your race with the occasional happy whoop (because to you it doesn't matter where you drive or how you placed, just that you did) eliciting a few scattered stares from the attendant and the few midmorning customers.

Satisfied with your artificial rushing winds and death defying motor vehicle stunts, you turn your attentions to fantastical violence with realistic spatter and destructible zombie anatomies.

Advancing upon the lightgun sporting cabinet, your hand itches. Even if the violence is fake, it tries to be real. It tries to be human, satisfying the primal urge to war that lacks when going up against one of tho-

No. You aren't thinking about them. You aren't thinking about anything real. Zombies. Mutant infectious zombies aren't real, and they are damn fun to shoot up.

Coin. Holster. Trigger. Blood.

Roll me 2d20.

First is for Aim, second is for Perception.
I will add appropriate modifiers.
Best of 3. Crits Wild.
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Rolled 14, 20 = 34

>>30205579
Sharpshooting.
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Rolled 10, 4 = 14

>>30205579
1's in bound
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>>30205609
>>30205628
>>30205686

Ho ho ho...Writing
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>>30205579

Marksmanship 19: Success + 1 degree
Perception: Natural 20 - DING

Almost none of your shots miss the mark as wave after wave of Zombie falls before your scripted movement pattern journey through this weird island military installation. Ever few moments you tense and shoot away from the screen to reload before falling back into a familiar and relaxing rhythm.

It isn't long before you enter your name among this week's top ten high scores, though not making the online national average in the slightest, but who cares, you had fun and shot at zombies.

Holstering the pistol in the display rack, you turn away in what you hope a biker with a pompadour would think is a cool pose with arms raised as you exalt in this minor victory. Today you aren't just the eldest daughter who shuts everyone out, today you are a badass cool guy with fashionable taste; and that little vacation from yourself feels good.

Not to be totally overwhelmed from your victory, you catch sight of someone else entering the arcade. Far too young to not be ditching and with raven hair cascading down her back in full and wild volume.

Shit. You know this girl. She's practically family. Auntie Rei's daughter, Rin.

You don't think she's seen you...though you wonder if she can see through the pen's disguise.

>Actions?
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>>30205926
It's strange that's she's here, but who are you to judge? Return to playing your games, Mikage. Isn't that why you came here?
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>>30205926
Let's slip out around her and find somewhere else.
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>>30205926
Well crud. Chances are good that she'll see through. Rei saw through mom's disguises all the time.
On the other hand, it isn't like she can bust you for playing hooky when she is.

Slip out of the way to see what she's up to first.
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>>30206101
>>30206044
>>30206039

Roll me Agility (for stealth). 1d20+2, DC is this roll.
Then I will write the final update for the night.
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Rolled 5 + 5

>>30206488

forgot to put dice+ in the email field because I am a dumb person tonight.
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Rolled 3 + 2

>>30206515
I can beat your roll because I'm great.
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Rolled 17 + 2

>>30206488
Stealth action, go!
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Rolled 12 + 2

>>30206488
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>>30206534
>>30206568
>>30206581

I see you are a pink haired ninja in Dandy's clothing right now.

Writing
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>>30205926

Quickly you duck to the side and couch, obscuring yourself behind the next row of arcade cabinets with relative ease. Able to keep a beat on Rin through the domed mirrors in the ceiling that the attendant uses to make sure kids aren't breaking open the change reservoirs or smoking you are able to maneuver over toward the snack bar, grab a stool, and hide behind a menu all without Rin so much as looking in your direction. Ordering a strawberry banana smoothie with all the dandy machismo your disguise can help you muster, you observe Rin sit at the old Sailor V cabinets and play a few rounds.
She's obviously only half interested and keeps casting expectant glances toward the door whenever it opens. After about an hour of this excitable and worried behavior, she seems to have lost a significant amount of energy and lazes over to the house of the dead cabinet you had earlier conquered.

Wasting no time, Rin seems drawn into the rhythm of the game. Trading digital munitions for the gore of rotting flesh. Neither of you take much notice of another figure entering the arcade until he's just about behind her.

Tall and dressed in a rather nice looking sweater and slacks is a man with a tightly kept beard and mustache and bushy brown hair that hangs in front of one of his eyes.

You tense, something feels off about this, he made straight from the doorway to just behind Rin. You're about to get up to think of and do...something...when he opens his mouth and Rin spins around, all excited smiles.

"Angry AND efficient, you know whenever your mother was that worked up she was just angry," he laughs.

Rin looks up at him, drops the lightgun, and all but tackles the man while in tears.

~Wait, what?~ you choke quietly into your third smoothie.

End Episode 01
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>>30207164
Good luck, op.
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For announcements on the Next Thread follow me on twitter: https://twitter.com/Artemis_QM

Don't forget to check out the Character Sheet: http://pastebin.com/Vq2twQDN Remember we have 10/11 MP right now.

Congratulations, you guys got through the first session without any Vitality or Emotional Wall damage. Additionally, you accumulated no Stress or Wounds.

Additionally, your aim is true & you've the eyes of an eagle. See you next time on Eclipsed Moon Quest.

And some of you guys and gals out there thought this was going to be Grim Dark.
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>>30207164
>>30207254
Been fun.
Keep up the good work!
Glad I noticed this one, my own quest has been pretty dead tonight.
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>>30207335
>>30207219

Thanks everyone. Besides Sailor Moon proper, I have http://en.rocketnews24.com/2013/09/06/finally-designs-from-the-new-sailor-moon-anime-released/ the artist mentioned in this article to thank for directly inspiring this quest, Check it out if you are interested...though beware of potential spoilers for things to come here.


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