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>>4401370

Sarena Rosenberger. More commonly known by your shortened name Xena Rose. Age sixteen. An average high school girl of Jewish origins. Remarkably smart for your own age, you were more or less a plain jane in every other aspect. For as long as you can remember you live in a metropolitan district known as Jump City. Sitting on the long coastline of California, Jump City is well-known for being a comfortable residence. Bustling with vigorous energy, it was quite a charming if not quaint scenery with its booming populous.

With surprisingly light traffic, clean streets, countless shops fitting various interests and convenience, and no shortage of entertainment venues, it’s a city that most of its civilians consider themselves extremely lucky to call home. Backed up by a trusted and well-supported police force, it’s honestly no wonder why the civilians are happy to live in this metropolitan. However, even the most robust and sturdy locations weren’t immune to the ever-changing winds of fate. Despite the security, there was always something happening in Jump City for better or worse.

Like its citizens, you called this place your home, again for better or worse. What you can recall out of the past sixteen years of your life was a relatively average life. You did just about what any resident would do. Such activities as playing at the beaches and parks, exploring the countless buildings in the shopping arcades, watching films in one of the many theatres around, enjoying the rides and games on its massive pier, to even just eating at the local pizza shop at the town center. Aside from the occasional trips elsewhere, you more or less spent your entire life here.

Living the best life that you can manage you spent most of your time in a large two stories house. Own by the settlers that were your ancestors, it was a place that was within your family for about a century. Or at least you assumed, it might possibly be older. Not that you could tell since it was well preserved and frequently refurbished to stand the tests of time. You were the middle child of a family of six. Two of which were fraternal twins whom you called your youngest siblings. As for the eldest sibling, he was already on his way to college.

With your father a police commissioner and your mother a negotiator, you were often left to your own devices. Even having to babysit your siblings. Although those times were soon coming to an end as they were now in the seventh grade. Like clockwork, everything ran exactly how it was supposed to. Leaving you to feel relatively bored out of your skull. Alas, that was the price for peace in these times. Unlike places such as Metropolis or Gotham, there was a severe lack of super-criminals and villains. On the other side of the coin, there was a sharp absence of heroes.

>>4401371

Metropolis has the superfamily, Goatham with its bat family, Star City has team arrow, and so on. Jump City doesn’t have any corresponding team or club of heroes. Not even its own bounty hunting organization. At least as far as you knew. This constant period of serenity has also left a sense of uncertainty for its citizens as they lament on this absence.

As for you, you couldn’t fathom the issue. Even if life was rather mundane to you, there was a sense of security in following the everyday routine. Wishing for something more would be going against normal, everyday life. You told yourself this countless times, almost as if the mantra of normality has been rooted deep in your heart. Even so, there was a sense of uncertainty creepy down in the recesses of your mind. A sense that this was just the calm before the storm. A premonition that something big was coming.

Perhaps it all started when you found that grimoire recently in your basement.

>Brush off these concerns by heading to the shopping arcade
>Take a swing to the pier and distract yourself with the amusement park
>Stroll to the library and try to read up more on Jewitchery & Magickal Judaism in regards to the grimoire
>Return back to bed and just sleep it off
>Head to your work shift early at the Pizzeria but bring the grimoire with you
>Write-in

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>>4401371
>Stroll to the library and try to read up more on Jewitchery & Magickal Judaism in regards to the grimoire
let's practice some Judaism

Damn, I thought that quest from a few months ago was back.

>>4401385
If you are referring to the dragon quest, fret not for this can be looked at as a spiritual successor since it is taking cues from that abandoned quest while still being its own thing. But I do apologize if that still got your hopes up.

That thumbnail is giving flashbacks of Som.

>>4401374
>>Stroll to the library and try to read up more on Jewitchery & Magickal Judaism in regards to the grimoire
let's make some golems

>>4401374
>Brush off these concerns by heading to the shopping arcade

>>4401374
>>Head to your work shift early at the Pizzeria but bring the grimoire with you

>>4401749
+1

>>4401374
>Head to your work shift early at the Pizzeria but bring the grimoire with you

>>4401749
>>4401942
>>4401959
Looks like we're going to be a responsible teen and go to work. Nice. And don't worry, I'll include >>4401502
>>4401377 in some way into the post. That said, I'd like it if everyone start rolling. I'll be taking the top three results-based on the dice rules to correlate with the Bo3 system in this new style.

Rolled 3, 82 = 85 (2d100)

>>4402007

Rolled 58, 41 = 99 (2d100)

>>4402007

Rolled 52, 94 = 146 (2d100)

>>4402007

>>4402034
>>4402047
>>4402048
so lowest first roll gets picked means the 82 is the roll we take?
or best of three now as you said?

>>4401371
>Jewish
>Remarkably smart
Like clockwork

>>4402061
the best three out of how many rules everyone makes will be the only ones counted. Sorry if I wasn't clear enough.

>>4402063
.>rolls
I have no excuse for this fuck up. I'm sorry

>>4402063
pretend my reading comprehension is low
care to repeat?

Rolled 85, 73 = 158 (2d100)

>>4402007

>>4402072
Everyone can roll once, the best three rolls will be taken.

>>4402072
There is no limit to how many people can roll. I'll only take the 3 best rolls of the game for succession. The two 2d roll acts like described above so the lower the first roll, the higher the priority. The second die covers the actual result. Aside from that, it follows standard die rules.

Rolled 87, 57 = 144 (2d100)

>>4402007

Rolled 54, 100 = 154 (2d100)

>>4402007

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>>4402034
>>4402048
Different character, same fate it seems. Dice gods truly bless these stories.

>>4402074
>>4402181
Inverse is true too. Either way, getting started.

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>>4402225
>100

I'm going to count this to >>4402238
as well. Buckle up boys and girls, we're going for all the dragon puns and warrior princess jokes we can muster for this wild ride.

>>4402243
But we’re supposed to be a nerdy jew

>>4402251
we can be a warrior scientist princess

>>4402238
>>4402243

It was just a simple sunny day in the spring of your year in the sixth grade. To celebrate your promotion you were given your own room in the attic, A rather spacious location but considering you’ve been sharing your room with your older brother anything was better. Unsurprisingly when you arrived to the attic it was quite a mess. Almost as if it hasn’t been touched for a very long time. Naturally, you went down into the basement to get cleaning supplies. But for some reason or another, you stumbled into a secret compartment.

Drawn by the emblem of Solomon you intuitively reached over and unlock the compartment. Inside was a strange book, a grimoire to be precise. At the time you thought it was some sort of datalog from one of your ancestors. Being the huge literature nerd you took the book without question before covering your tracks. Ever since that day you kept the book close to you whenever you can. The book itself was written in a language you initially didn’t understand. Chalking it up to it being some form of Hebrew or even Yiddish.

Safe to say that it became sort of a pet project for you deciphering as you blaze through your school life. However, ever since your encounter with the book you been having recurring dreams. Almost chronicle in every aspect, like some sort of inheritable memory, it foretold of a catastrophe from long ago. A hero clad in ancient garbs made from the heavens using the flesh and bones of the leviathan stood in opposition to the impending chaos. On the other end was a ferocious dragon residing in the deep known as Tehom.

Although the name was hard to make out, you theorized that it was Tiamat the monstrous embodiment of primordial chaos. Within a castle surrounded entirely by water the two forces clashed as it would decide the fate of the world as order and chaos stood on opposite ends. But when it came to the final strike that decided the outcome of the fight, it all went completely blank to you. Typically waking up far too early or unable to fully remember the events of your dream, you were left feeling unnerved every time. And today was no different.

After packing up your stuff and getting ready, you head right out the door and rollerblade your way to the pizzeria. Living in such a metropolis you didn’t necessarily need a vehicle like a car. Although that didn’t stop you from getting your driving license. It was mostly for those times when you have to use one of your parent’s car for errands. Regardless, you knew Jump City like the back of your hand, thus granting you the smoothest and quickest pathways to arrive to your destination on record time.

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>>4402430

Pizza Corner, actually named Noid’s Pizzeria was a family restaurant and gaming center at the town square. A quaint and cozy spot where you get a multitude of different foods, with their specialty being pizza and pies. Now, this wasn’t the first place you considered working for as you much rather be kept up in a library or bookstore. But your parents wanted you to break out of your shell and interact with people. Though initially picking out this place due to the convenience of your preferred hotspots and overall solitude, your plan ultimately backfired in recent months.

Due to management shipping state of the art animatronics, you found yourself in the constant siege of people showing up. Almost a ploy to cash in on the surprisingly famous video game series in tandem with their mascot, it left the pizza places undergoing a new redesign to capitalize on that popularity. To your misfortune, it succeeded….immensely. You told yourself if the pay wasn’t exceptionally good you’d walk right out and find work elsewhere. Thus you put up with the inconvenience and run the cashier position to this day with only some snark wit and repertoire of sarcastic remarks.

Strangely enough, today was a slow evening, even for the pizzeria. Thus you spent your time surfing through your phone on the library’s catalog on Jewitchery & Magickal Judaism. Mixing your heritage with Pagan Witchcraft actually ended up being beneficial towards decoding the trusty grimoire. These past couple of days more of the pages in your book became readable to you. Almost as if six years of research was finally giving way to a breakthrough. It also helped that due to your literature hobby you also developed a fondness for mythology and the supernatural.

So it was ironic that the restaurant’s games positively put you off to a great extent, especially given the crazed creepypasta that was sweeping the internet. As you swap between reading the grimoire and from your smartphone, a strange disturbance happened across the Jump City bank to the far left. Someone was sneaking their way into the facility. The only thing you could make out was the black jumpsuit and fin-like helmet.

>Call the police and let them handle it
>Pretend you didn’t see anything and go back to reading the grimoire
>Go against your instinct and follow the strange man from a distance
>Try to stop the strange man using your surroundings
>Write-in

>>4402440
The results of the roll will come in time, this is primarily setting the scene and establishing your character.

>>4402440
>Probably just some cosplayer getting money from the bank. Now to figure out if magic components for jew magic need to be kosher as well. Would a Jewish wizard use bat guano for a fireball, or an extra spicy hummus?

>>4402440
>>Go against your instinct and follow the strange man from a distance

>>4402440
>Call the police and let them handle it

>>4402718
>>4402739
>>4402778
Gonna need a tiebreaker here

>>4402440
>>Call the police and let them handle it

How long until we unlock the most powerful of the Jewjitsu?
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZsfJJpwXTXw

>>4401370
So you're not gonna finish MHA quest ?

Noticed the spoiler comment, take your time then my dude. You could have thrown some light to us bro, it was what, 2 weeks since your last update there and the thread getting archived

>>4402440
id call the non emergency line for all we know it could just be some employ

>>4402857
I wanted to give a warning but the weather has been especially bad these past two weeks. Making my connection sporadic and unstable and at the time I was still focused on taking care of my problems asap before posting to make up for it. I make no excuse and apologize deeply if I hurt any of you.

>>4402895
Well we thought you were gone after you posted that update story and was in the middle of preparing the thread finale. At least now we know you're ok. I had some minor PTSD because of ShortTrip also disappearing 2 months ago

>>4402902
I'll be sure to be more responsible when giving updates to avoid triggering PTSD. Anyway, I won't hold it against you if you choose to wait out for MHA or join in this quest in meantime. You have my blessings either way.

>>4402906
I think I'll wait then. btw where did you get the mythic rpg model for quest ? I've see wuxian use it but the roll under turns me off and it seems too random

>>4402912
From the Christian paladin quest. But I'm not using the actual Mythic RPG set the GM uses to decide what happens or the effects of one's efforts/actions. That's too much number-crunching to consider and defeats the purpose of the simple approach I'm trying to go for. Al while still fitting to my style.

>>4402802
>>4402811
>>4402858

“What a weirdo…” You muttered yourself as you slant your eyes momentarily trying to see the person in question. Immediately your mind chalked it up as some sort of cosplayer or some sort of deviant trying to get money from the bank.

Being that you were on the night shift you are desensitized to the more weird stuff that partakes on your shift. Thanks to your academic grades already meeting the requirements for early graduation you spent your time raking in big enough savings for your eventual trip into college. All those times going into summer school and taking multiple classes during your term these three years paid off. Seems like despite being pegged as a reclusive introvert it was you who was having the last laugh in the end.

A stable paying job with full benefits, all the pizza you can eat, and your personal crib to do whatever. Despite the setbacks of having to deal with the company and their many shenanigans, it was a pretty sweet deal. Still, you partially wished you could’ve worked at the book story a few steps down the block. Though with your current diet you were feeling a little pudgy as a result. If not pleasantly plump in terms of stature. It didn’t help you that you were a shortstack standing at only barely five feet. But you were made of thicker skin so it didn’t bug you, no pun intended.

Keeping a brief glance at your surroundings, you start picking up some shady vibes with the strange man. Again you didn’t think it was anything serious, but a sense of cautious jives deeply with your current deadpan mood. Switching from your e-book to the phone function you begin to make a call to the police. Choosing to avoid using the emergency line you find yourself making contact with one of the deputies. Given that the time was about 11 in the evening, it wasn’t farfetched to believe that it was worth alerting if nothing else. Surely nobody could be dumb enough to actually rob a bank at broad nighttime. ...Right?

As you finish giving the memo to the deputy you hanged up and resumed back to your research. You were so close to making a substantial breakthrough. Almost feeling it down to your bones, you feverishly continued reading between the source material. Upon doing so the strange runes started to flow into your head. You find yourself getting caught deep into the grimoire under this immersion. The words that made no sense all those years ago was coming crystal clear to you. A vast fountain of knowledge was sinking into you as you feel your eyes radiating. The iris in your pupil was beginning to sharpen. Rounded eyes becoming more oval-shaped and reptilian-like.

>>4402930

Before you could dwell any further, a bright light flashes against your eyes. Nearly causing you to back away in aversion. Opening your eyes after finding some sunglasses to ward off the blinding lights you were met with a perplexing sight. Stepping from the bank was that same man now in full view. It was a middle-aged man clad in a black bodysuit and unique white gauntlet and greaves. Around the center was a bright lightbulb emblem just below his white belt. Seeing him in full view made you want to take back calling him a cosplayer. He was downright bonkers.

“Ah, a successful heist for the one known as Dr. Light. Should’ve come to this city ages ago.” The blinding man muses to himself, turning down the light as he was bags of gold and other valuables. What was stranger was the fact the bank’s alarm system wasn’t going off. But you were mostly distracted by the stranger’s attire.

>Watch from afar and switch to calling the emergency line
>Bundle up into the crib with your grimoire and try your best to not alert yourself
>Go against your instinct and follow the strange man from a distance
>Try to stop the strange man using your surroundings
>Write-in

>>4402931
>Bundle up into the crib with your grimoire and try your best to not alert yourself

>>4402846
Considering you got a 100 in addition to a 94 and 82, relatively soon for your potential.

>>4402931
>Go against your instinct and follow the strange man from a distance

>>4402931
>>>Watch from afar and switch to calling the emergency line

>>4402931
>Go against your instinct and follow the strange man from a distance

>>4402931
>Go against your instinct and follow the strange man from a distance

>>4402931
>>Watch from afar and switch to calling the emergency line

>>4402931
>>Watch from afar and switch to calling the emergency line

>>4402931
>Go against your instinct and follow the strange man from a distance

>>4402952
>>4403002
>>4403088
>>4403245

Luckily enough it seems that the weirdo in the black spandex suit didn’t notice you making the call to the police. Now the police were alerted of the disturbance but at the same time, they’ll treat as a non-emergency. So the urgency isn’t on the menu. You mentally cursed yourself for your skepticism keeping you from immediately pulling the red card on him. Thanks to that it seems like the weirdo was going to make off with the money on time before the police even get the chance to apprehend the criminal scum.

Plagued with a sense of responsibility from a guilty conscience for not taking it seriously, an idea pops into your mind. If you were to follow him you could update the information and get some proof for the police to change the order to an emergency. On paper that sounded highly reckless and foolhardy despite having some sound logic in it. But what else could you do? There was no time to leave it to someone else. And the guilt of the matter would surely make you unable to sleep peacefully for quite a long while.

Gritting your teeth and cursing under your breath you grabbed your grimoire, putting it in your pouch before sneakily making it to the exit. Slowly locking the door back with your entrusted kid you begin to start following the stranger. Making sure to always keep a far enough distance from him. Thankfully given the time the night time setting was especially in your favor in obscuring you from the bad guy. It seems that using whatever trick he did to bypass the security took a lot of juice. Thus he needed to either go into a waiting period to recharge or conserve his remaining power. Hence why he wasn’t glowing like a Christmas tree ornament.

Although it was also possible that the weirdo didn’t want to alert anyone of his actions. But you quickly ruled that out as he seemed like a bumbling buffoon the more you trailed him. Seriously who stops in the middle of the street to go into a rant over their so-called brilliance? Part of you was rather hoping that this was just some sort of elaborate prank. Unfortunately, as you continue to trail you were proven wrong with your assessment. In his bag was in fact real, bonafide gold bars. You couldn’t decide if the crook was greedy or stupid considering it’ll be easier to use dollar bills undetected than selling gold bars.

Either way, you needed to act fast on your next course of action. Good luck was on your side for now but sooner or later he’s going to catch on being followed. Or maybe you were giving him far too much credit.

>Take pictures and update the police call to an emergency with the current address
>Come to your senses and try to sneak away without being noticed
>Continue observing him from the shadows and document how he’s using his powers to commit crimes
>Go on the offensive and try to knock him out with a well time sneak attack
>????
>Write-in

>>4403511
>>>Take pictures and update the police call to an emergency with the current address

>>4403511
>Take pictures and update the police call to an emergency with the current address

>>4403530
>>4403533
Okay, with that out of the way give me some rolls. Same as before 2d100, will take the 3 best rolls out of the bunch.

Rolled 94, 9 = 103 (2d100)

>>4403597

Rolled 69, 60 = 129 (2d100)

>>4403597

Rolled 64, 16 = 80 (2d100)

>>4403597

Rolled 51, 15 = 66 (2d100)

>>4403597

Rolled 13, 53 = 66 (2d100)

>>4403597

Rolled 62, 60 = 122 (2d100)

>>4403597

Rolled 87, 44 = 131 (2d100)

>>4403597

>>4402251
I mean, Supes is a dopey Kansan.
No reason a nerdy Jewish girl can't have a smashy powerset.

Rolled 59, 9 = 68 (2d100)

>>4403597

Rolled 6, 78 = 84 (2d100)

>>4403597

Rolled 68, 62 = 130 (2d100)

>>4403597
Rollin

>>4403606
>>4403650
>>4403871

Despite your rational thinking and an acute sense of judgment, an innate sense of curiosity mix with intuition kept you on the path. Judging from his appearance he was quite lanky and fragile. Quite possibly the type of egghead who spent more time formulating plans and working from the shadow than keeping his body sturdy. Now you may be considered “thicc” but you weren’t exactly feeble either. If it came down to a fistfight, you strongly believe with your superior youth and vigor you’d run circles around him. But you prefer utilizing wits over brute force.

As such you begin to surf through the phone with one hand while keeping your distance. Quickly surfing through your phone you pulled up the camera function. With camera in hand, you start taking pictures of the criminal in his natural habitat. In his chase from the bank, the one called Dr. Light was going around rounding up some additional valuables from another bank. If nothing else you had to admit that he was quite the devoted crook. Nevertheless, you took full advantage of his heisting to gather enough evidence for the Jump City Police Department.

Despite the city being relatively peaceful, the JCPD is extremely well-equipped with state of the art tech and cutting edge machinery. This was a byproduct to deals with powerful corporations such as Wayne Enterprises and Lexcorp supporting them. Thus they have seen fit to make sure the department was outfitted to handle just about anyone. Ironic since that technology was usually never seen usage due to dealing with run of the mill crooks. Even the super-science fiction-ish uniform went underutilized. Making them look more like storm troopers only actually intimidating if you were to give a comparison.

Still, there was the sound practice in wearing the costume. Able to offer great protection from most forms of firepower and weaponry. It was well equipped for reducing the impact/force of collisions and shocks including explosions. These articles of clothing and equipment provided the secured safety for the officers while they continue to protect and served the community. Then there’s considering how your father’s guidance leads them to be the shining example of what police should be. Protecting the community without abusing power or giving into incompetency.

As you finished getting the necessary evidence you forward the pictures to the police. Going as far as to even send it to your father for extra measure. Even if they weren’t going to make it in time, it would at least make them alert of what they are dealing with. Thus it would only be a matter of time before capture was imminent. With that in mind, there was nothing else to do but to get out of there. As you wrap things up, the screen of your phone started to glow ominously. Causing you to turn around to see an impending blast coming your way. Without any time to dodge, you were sent flying back by the laser.

>>4403973
>>4404030
>>4404040
(Going to end up counting these rolls in some form or another.)

>>4404059

“Foolish little girl. If you’re trying to be sneaky and catch me in the act, then try doing so without alerting your presence.” Dr. Light mocks, slowly approaching over you as you were hunched over the pavement.

Groaning from the pain you start to briefly see stars. Clearly he was holding back as getting shot with a laser should hurt a lot more than this. Of course, it could just merely be the stunning variant instead of the more dangerous version. Whatever the case, you turn around to see Dr. Light coming your way. His right hand glowing with that same ominous glowing yellow light. It then dawns upon you exactly why he was called Dr. Light. If you weren’t already somewhat sung from the shot to the back, you’d be kicking yourself for not picking that up.

“Not that you’ll be getting a second chance to learn from your mistake.” As Dr. Light explains he soon morphs the ball of light into that of an electro whip. He wasn’t looking all that goofy now that he started actually using his gadgets.

>Deny the accusations and try to sway Dr. Light on letting you go
>Pull yourself up and start running as fast as you can to safety
>Try to defend yourself while snarky berating Dr. Light for letting himself get caught
>Threaten Dr. Light into surrendering as you point out the police is coming
>Act on your theory and charge right at Dr. Light with the hopes of hysterical strength kicking in
>???????
>Write-in

>>4404060
>???????

>>4404060
>>Pull yourself up and start running as fast as you can to safety

>>4404072
>>4404158
Looks like I'm doing them both. No need for rolls since I'm counting >>4404060 alongside the >>4402243 for our moment of truth/awakening.

>>4404060
>>Threaten Dr. Light into surrendering as you point out the police is coming

>>4404060
>Write-in
call him an antisemite

>>4404060
>>Act on your theory and charge right at Dr. Light with the hopes of hysterical strength kicking in

>>4404166

Struggling to pick yourself your eyes dart back at Dr. Light coming at you menacingly. For someone who looked completely ridiculous in his weird jumpsuit, it was rather impressive that he managed such a feat. Or it was the fear talking since you did got shot in the back and brought down to your knees. You would honestly be furious over him shooting a hole through your favorite green fleece jacket if your survivor’s instincts overriding your innate habit for snarky quips. Still, you knew you should’ve switched to the leather variant today.

Picking up on the context intuitively your body quickly jolts upwards into a spriting fashion. You didn’t need to be a rocket scientist to understand the danger of someone wielding the versatile properties that came with manipulating light. The fact that he only chose to somewhat sung you was a clear sign that he was holding back the destructive power. Now it was hard to argue if he truly was bending the full spectrum of light or just a portion of its full power. But you far from curious to actually test him on the theory.

“Hmph, an intelligent if not typical decision. Unfortunately for you my astute bookworm, your gamble at seeing whether or not my attacks travel at light speeds….will leave you enlightened upon seeing the truth.” Again if fear wasn’t taking over you would positively groan in annoyance at the doctor’s light puns. And he was doing so well to be intimidating too.

Regardless of your current thought patterns, Dr. Light reacts quickly to your sprinting by swinging his light whip towards you. Much like the doctor warned you it was moving at very fast speeds. In spite of the impending speed that came at you, you manage to barely avoid getting smacked from behind by the whip. Ducking just at a hair’s breadth you avoid the first swing as it carried enough force to make the street lamp wobble instantly. From that one display, it shows that his light show in fact carried mass and can be solid on a whim.

Choosing not to admire the science coming from his devices you continued to run from the mad scientist. Momentarily taken by surprise at your ability to dodge the first strike, Dr. Light immediately switches into his next swing from his whip. Like before it seems like there was no feasible chance for you to dodge the attack. In spite of that you just briefly turn in a ninety-degree angle. Turning just far enough to just barely dodge the whip once again. Proving to Doctor Light that the previous display of exquisite fluidity wasn’t a mere fluke.

>>4404342

“Hmm, so you got some tricks after all. Forgive me for dimming my expectations with a plump patootie like yourself. But don’t fret, I’ll turn up the brightness.” Disbursing his light whip, Dr. Light proceed to take to make a finger gun. In response, the system that granted his light-based powers built up charging around the fingertips.

Firing a single shot with pinpoint accuracy, the small beam of light manages to hit your right knee. Easily breaking through the skin as it pierces through the left, flesh, and bone. Tumbling down onto the ground you nearly winced greatly from the pain. It was so much worse than getting a bullet to the leg despite being far less messy. If the leg wasn’t disabled then the stunning effect would quickly cause the muscles to cramp intensely. Yet for an added insult to injury, Dr. Light shot another light bullet at your other leg.

"AIIEEEEE" You shriek, holding both of your legs in intense pain. Running was clearly not an option now as Dr. Light starts to take aim.

“It’s such a shame that this game of cat and mouse has come to an end. But I’ll make sure to render you unconscious with a sharp case of memory loss with this next attack. Murder isn’t something as brilliant as I would commit. It’s far too...barbaric for my taste. “ Dr. Light remarks, already preparing another shot. Although death was out of the question, it didn’t take away the impending danger that came your way.

Slamming your right hand against the pavement you let out a loud scream. Why was all of this happening to you? What did you do to deserved such treatment? The questions keep piling up more and more alongside your bridled rage. The whole thing sucks and it got you steaming just thinking about it. If only you had power. Power to change this situation. Power to overcome the impending threat and the terror that drove you to act so pathetically. Power to make the man tormenting you pay. And power...to cast away your worthless self.

Festering on these feelings you start to hear a soothing voice whisper into your ear. A single phrase that was foretold to embed you with great power. Power to achieve the things that you wanted in life. In response to the conversation, the grimoire in your bag was beginning to glow. Almost as if it was resonating with the ominous pulsations now erupting from your body. Backed into a corner and having no options, you accepted the proposal. As a result, moments before the beam left Dr. Light’s fingertips, water particles in the air and other fluids began gathering around you.

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>>4404351

>Use the words from the Grimore and invoke your birthright/embrace the beast [???? option]


Building up the cluster of fluids both liquid and gas erupted in forming a water sphere around you. Acting like an impenetrable shield, the water sphere took the full brunt of the attack. Suddenly taken back by the appearance of water, Dr. Light routinely begins firing more light bullets at the sphere. But to no avail did any of his beams manage to scrape the upper layers of the water sphere. Yet he would continue firing stronger beams in stubborn defiance. As this took place you started to stand back up on your two feet.

The pain in your leg was disappearing as water starts to seep into your skin. Healing you of the damage, restoring your legs back into working order. But it wasn’t just your legs that were mended, so too did your favorite jacket and orange tanktop found themselves restored to their original state. Almost locked in a trance, you slowly turn to meet Dr. Light. Your baby blue eyes now resembling that of a dragon, specifically a sea dragon akin to that of leviathan. Gritting your sharpened canines, the white grimoire starts to glow a clear blue as its cover turns blue. The ancient runes also lighting up, once again resonating with its master.

“Pleroma!” You cry, calling out the mystic words to invoke the power of Tehom(Tiamat). In a violent pulse, the water sphere opens up like a cocoon. Sending a rushing wave of water down the street as it pushes back everything in sight, including Dr. Light as he tumbles down on the ground. Unknowingly terrified at what mystic force he unleashed by pushing you to the point of invoking the words engraved into the grimoire.

For better or worse, a new leviathan was born.
>Proceed to payback the good doctor by beating the ever-loving snot out of him
>Flex upon him into surrendering by bending the water around you in a divine display of power
>Encript the leviathan golems from your surroundings and let them have their way with Dr. Light
>Berate the doctor to the point of shattering his ego and self-worth as you let the police take him in
>Write-in

>>4404357
>Flex upon him into surrendering by bending the water around you in a divine display of power

>>4404357
>Berate the doctor to the point of shattering his ego and self-worth as you let the police take him in

>>4404357
>>Berate the doctor to the point of shattering his ego and self-worth as you let the police take him in

>>4404357
>Berate the doctor to the point of shattering his ego and self-worth as you let the police take him in
such shame we don't have fire powers you know how many holocaust jokes I could've made

>>4404357
>>Encript the leviathan golems from your surroundings and let them have their way with Dr. Light

>>4404357
>>Berate the doctor to the point of shattering his ego and self-worth as you let the police take him in

>>4404357
>Berate the doctor to the point of shattering his ego and self-worth as you let the police take him in

>>4404379
Call him a dollar store Mengele

>>4404357
>>Berate the doctor to the point of shattering his ego and self-worth as you let the police take him in

>>4404665
Yeah let's call him an anti semite

>>4404379
>>4404391
>>4404479
>>4404537
>>4404615
>>4404678
Color me shocked, thought for a moment you would want to pul a Moses, and test your sovereignty overall fluids and make an ocean-like wall. Or show off golem making skills. But berating him into surrendering like Daria works as well.

>>4404845
If there's one thing Jewish girls excel at, it's nagging.

>>4404991
Speaking from experience?

>>4405044
Have you ever read Ann Frank's diary?

>>4404845

Emerging from the water sphere stood a brand new avatar for the world to see. Standing at a prime seven feet and weighing in about six hundred pounds was a paradox unity of a brickhouse and a powerhouse maiden. Wearing garbs comprised of a corset leotard equipped with a sturdy breastplate, a pteruges or gladiator skirt, bracers/gauntlets, armbands, greaves, and combat boots. Although comprised of leather it was actually in ultralight and flexible body armor. Both everlasting and impenetrable/unbreakable, this attired comprised of organic materials of the legendary sea beast was rightfully named “Hide of the Leviathan”.

Even without the armor essentially providing invulnerability among other benefits, your newly abnormally high muscle mass and bone density provided more than enough prowess to compensate. The difference between your initial form and this transformation was as night and day. While arguably pleasantly plump mainly due to your dwarfish stature, it was clear as day that this transformed state was the complete opposite. Bolstering an exquisitely detailed musculature, this statuesque physique strangely gave the radiance as well as the same ridiculous specs as the true dragons in virtually all fields.

Insurmountable power coursing through your fingertips, it would’ve been far too easy to effectively rip and tear Dr. Light like a KitKat bar. In fact, your newly acquired primordial instincts and chaotic urges was swaying you towards getting payback. But you would not let yourself become the beast. No matter how much you wanted to indulge in those feelings, instead, you retain your deductive and logical manner. Still, with the flick of the wrist, you froze the fluids of the crushing wave in its place. And with another wave, you immediately separate Dr. Light from the wave.

“Humph! I admit you manage to catch me off-guard with your little act. But you’re not very bright if you think this changes anything.” Dr. Light boasted, quickly picking himself up as he prepares for his impending volley of light-based attacks.

Creating large cracks with each step as you sent small tremors from your stomp, even leaving what appears to be dragon prints on the pavement, you simply trek towards Dr, Light. Not even flinching at the illuminating light show you simply walk towards him. Moving his hand in an arc so too the collective volley of light balls stood to collide with you one at a time. Unlike before the volleys of light proved ineffective as they merely bounced right off your supernaturally dense tissues and armor. It wasn’t even enough to slow you down in the slightest much less impede your charge.

>>4405233

Angered by this Dr. Light continues with his onslaught by turning up the volume and greatly increasing the amount. But once again it proved futile as you continued forward. No matter how many different forms of life projectiles he shot at you or where they came from, they all couldn’t even leave a mark on you. Yet even with that you merely continue strolling towards Dr. Light, getting ever closer as fear begins to take over the self-proclaimed brilliant scientist. Hiding his intimidated expression, Dr. Light begins to fashion a whip of light to smack across your face.

With a loud smack, he would see you momentarily stopping as your head tilts back. “Hah! That must have brightened your perspective and made you realize the folly in trying to intimidate someone as amazing as I, Dr. Arthur Light.” He laughed in lieu of his efforts. But as he laughs, his face soon turned to dread.

Ominously tilting your head back into place, you merely stared at Dr. Light with cold, unfeeling eyes. Not only did his attack do nothing but the sheer disgust look on your face only shows how worthless his efforts truly are. Those dragon eyes of yours were gazing sharply at the doctor. Sending chills down his spine. As if his very being was being perceived as nothing was hidden from the dragon eye. What made it worse was the equally creepy silence you gave him as you march forward. Driven closer by fear, Dr. Light continues summoning various weapons and light-based gadgets. To which all of them fell to your overwhelming raw power. One by one.

“What monstrosity are you?!” Dr. Light cried, shaking from the overwhelming raw power he felt coming from your very presence. The fact that a scientist like him could see the mythical essence coursing through every fiber of your body yet fully contained at the utmost degree said a lot to the impending force you carry as the avatar of Tehom(Tiamat).

With a loud stomp, you finally made your destination. Now towering over Dr. Light you saw him for what he really was. A shivering dimwit that knew nothing of true power or cunning. The fact he made you feel fear for even a moment made you positively repulsed you down to your core. Even those primordial feelings are far too disgusted in wanting to enact vengeance. He was simply far too pathetic for you to even muster the effort to bitch smack him across the ocean coast. Nevertheless, you did find the strength to do one thing to him.

>>4405235

“Monster? Says the man who shot a defenseless girl just because he was too incompetent to notice that he was being followed. You talked about being a brilliant scientist and how you should be praise and worship by your advanced technology but all I see is cheap parlor tricks and half-assed feats of science. No, to refer to what I saw tonight as either would be insulting those aspects.” You snarky scoffs, brushing the dust from your attire as you begin bullying Dr. Light.

“It seems like that I’m in an impasse...so with that, I’ll….I’ll….” Unable to even finish off his intended light pun, Dr. Light quickly pressed some buttons on his gauntlet. Soon his entire body would become translucent and soon invisible.

Disappearing from your sight Dr. Light would carefully start to back away without making a sound. Despite unable to be seen by the naked eye, it didn’t make his body unperceivable by any of the other senses. Natural and/or Supernatural. Unfortunately for Dr. Light, you could see him clear as day. These dragon eyes carry a heightened level of kinetic vision. Seeing through the entire multispectrum including the method that made Dr. Light invisible. But even without that, the heightened senses provided and/or the properties of blindsight easily render Dr. Light’s concealment worthless.

“..You know I can still see you, right? The fact you didn’t use the invisibility cloak option at the start only infuriates my growing lack of patience and only serves to baffle me how a buffoon like you even managed to earn a doctrine. Did you get it online from one of those cheap, no questions asked online schools?”You curtly remark, showing more abrasive in your tone.
“Now you going to stay where you are and listen to every berating thing I say to you, you dollar store Mengele. Cause if I had to put up with your god awful puns then you’re going to listen to the buttload of criticisms and nitpicks I have. Maybe then you wouldn’t be such a fifth-rate scientist with sixth-rate equipment.” As you ranted at Dr. Light you exerted a wave of intense pressure from your body, disrupting the machine that made him invisible. More importantly, it was enough to paralyze Dr. Light in fear.

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>>4405286

Thus Dr. Light found himself being berated and humiliated by a full-figured woman in her mid to late twenties. You left no stone unturned as you verbally tore Dr. Light a new asshole. Like a disappointed mother, you laid onto him every single thing that the mad scientist did wrong in your long observation. Dr. Light on the other hand was not only crushed by the immense fear that came from being under your metaphorical foot, but the thorough ripping on his actions destroyed his self-esteem. By the time you were done he was reduced to a shallow husk of him, black-haired turned to pitch white and eyes robbed of life and self-worth.

“And that concludes this lesson on humbleness. If you end up killing yourself afterward now that you realize you haven’t done anything of value, don’t bother. Not even the deepest pit of hell would take a pathetic antisemitic piece of shit like you. They’re already filled to the brim with far more competent failures to take your sorry ass.” Turning to give Dr. Light the cold shoulder you would see the police was rushing over to capture Dr. Light. Not that there would be any resistance as Dr. Light was reduced to a mind broken state by constant nagging and thorough ripping.

>Escape from the scene immediately via dragon flight and try to figure out what has happened to you
>Comply with the police over what has happened and call your workplace just to be safe in case of interrogations take too long.
>Run back to the pizzeria before anyone realize that you were gone from your post
>Write-in

>>4405293
>>Run back to the pizzeria before anyone realize that you were gone from your post

>>4405293
>Run back to the pizzeria before anyone realize that you were gone from your post

>>4405293
>Run back to the pizzeria before anyone realize that you were gone from your post

>>4405293

Right so with that hundred, in addition to unlocking the Avatar transformation and having the full access of Tiamat's powers as they manifest/reawaken over time, your initial body has managed to retained a portion of the boundless power sealed within the grimoire/ Awakening your mystic aptitude and the religious pagan arts of Jewitchery & Magickal Judaism. It has in turn altered your physiology and grant you a portion of the powers you invoke as the avatar of Tiamat, the mother of all dragons and the Leviathan. (Choose 3)

>Super Attributes (Strength, Speed, Stamina, etc)
>Fluid Manipulation & Mimicry (Liquid &Gas)
>Mégethoskinesis (Size Control/Shifting)
>Dragonfication
>Portal Physiology/Personal Void
>Invulnerablity or Regenerative Healing Factor
>Aquatic Fire [Liquid Fire that can also burn underwater with no signs of weakening]
>Chaos Energy Manipulation [Can be used in tandem with the chaos magic/ dark sorcery of the grimiore]
>Paper Manipulation & Mimicry
>Light Control & Generation
>True Dragon Senses
>Breath Powers
>Other [Write-in, will be judged accordingly]

>>4405399
Forgot to add

>Animation/Life Bestowal

>>4405399
>Super Attributes (Strength, Speed, Stamina, etc)
>Invulnerablity or Regenerative Healing Factor
>Aquatic Fire [Liquid Fire that can also burn underwater with no signs of weakening]

>>4405399
>Super Attributes (Strength, Speed, Stamina, etc)
>Fluid Manipulation & Mimicry (Liquid &Gas)
>Dragonfication

If we the dragon we need to look the park at least

>>4405399
>Super Attributes (Strength, Speed, Stamina, etc)
>Invulnerablity or Regenerative Healing Factor
>Paper Manipulation & Mimicry

>>4405399
>Chaos Energy Manipulation [Can be used in tandem with the chaos magic/ dark sorcery of the grimiore]
we're jewish we're made for this
>Paper Manipulation & Mimicry
money magic
>Invulnerability or Regenerative Healing Factor
sacrificing newborns for immortality

>>4405293
>Run back to the pizzeria before anyone realize that you were gone from your post


>>4405399
>Fluid Manipulation (Liquid & gas)
>Chaos Energy Manipulation [Can be used in tandem with the chaos magic/dark sorcery of the grimiore]
>Paper Manipulation & Mimicry

>>4405307
>>4405330
>>4405337
>>4405820
Seems like even with all the voting everyone is fine with this. Good enough for me.

>>4405488
>>4405542
>>4405760
>>4405789
>>4405820

Judging from this so far I can safely say the majority vote would be this.

>Super Attributes (Strength, Speed, Stamina, etc)
>Invulnerablity or Regenerative Healing Factor
>Paper Manipulation & Mimicry

That said, I will document these choices here and allow for a succession check to gauge whether or not they too will be unlocked or merely dormant for the time being. If you so choose to make the roll.

>Chaos Energy Manipulation [Can be used in tandem with the chaos magic/ dark sorcery of the grimiore]
>Fluid Manipulation & Mimicry (Liquid &Gas)

As for >Dragonfication and >Aquatic Fire [Liquid Fire that can also burn underwater with no signs of weakening], they will be things that you can only perform in your transformed avatar state, with proper training/practice over time.

Rolled 89, 54 = 143 (2d100)

>>4405837
>Fluid Manipulation & Mimicry (Liquid &Gas)

Rolled 35, 44 = 79 (2d100)

>>4405837
>Fluid Manipulation & Mimicry (Liquid & Gas)

>>4405837

Seeing that you were no longer needed to supervise the broken man you begin to relax as the tension subsides. Thus a lingering thought soon creeps into the surface. Upon reflection, your face contorts into shock before transitioning into worry. You were so busy focusing on documenting Dr. Light as well as sending evidence to the police that you forgot about your job. You were still on the clock and while you may have evidence at being a good samaritan it wasn’t going to justify leaving your post. At least you held the self-awareness to lock up before trailing the dimwitted supervillain if nothing else.

“Ah! God damn it! I wasted my precious work hours trailing your dumb ass butt.” You screeched, stomping your foot in frustration, causing Dr. Light to scream himself into passing out. Seeing the sniveling final cries from your perspective twist your face into utter disgust. Getting angry at Dr. Light wasn’t worth it, much like doing anything to him really.

Storming out in a huff you begin to get ready to leave from the crime scene just moments before the police were within speaking range. Attempting to haul forward your legs instinctively went into a kneeling position. By contracting your leg muscles, causing them to bulge, an explosive volume of speed suddenly exerts from your legs upon take off. All of which was happening within a fraction of a couple of seconds. Bolting with tremendous force you leap from your spot, generating powerful shockwaves from your step.

Within a single bound you manage to cover a widespread catch of land as you jumped to one-eight of a mile. Roughly seven hundred feet to be more specific. Of course, the act was far lost upon you as your mind was set on making it your job. In retrospect, it was a bad move just freely displaying your draconic strength like that. The only silver lining was the fact the police only had to deal with a strong rush of wind pressure. Aside from that none of the surroundings except for the pavement show any wear or damage. Even if it wasn’t your intended debut as a superhuman it would be best to not get on the police’s bad side.

Only when you were preparing to land did logic and reason come back to you. Immediately noticing how far you managed to jump you rightfully started to freak out. Followed by the rush of adrenaline as you were nearly overwhelmed by the excitement and the thrill that came from your reckless stunt. Still, this was a good incentive to remember that in this current state that all of your physical abilities are hypercharged. Before you had the time to fully panic over passing your work’s city block, you begin to orientate yourself in mid-air.

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>>4405928

Calculating the trajectory and velocity among many other factors for aerodynamics, you align yourself perfectly. Recreating the same effect as before with your lower leg strength took no time at all. With all the valuables line you proceed to essentially “kick” upon the air. Treating the fluid as a solid platform you sprung yourself back on the right flight path towards the pizzeria. Another rush envelops your body as you end up laughing with glee. Letting yourself get caught in the moment, you ultimately forget just one tiny problem. You forgot how you were going to land safely.

Bracing yourself for impact, you slammed loudly into the rooftop of the building next to the pizzeria. Falling face-first into the hard concrete, you let out a muffled groan. Surprisingly that didn’t hurt nearly as it much as it should...if at all. Just like with Dr. Light’s light show it seems that in this form you possessed a dragon’s toughness. In fact, with all the feats so far in addition to your overwhelming raw force/presence, it was accurate to say that you were basically a dragon in human form. A mere fledgling who has no idea the phenomenal power she currently wields, much less its true potential.

Twitching a bit to get your body re-aligned to normal you pull yourself off from the concrete. Eyes daring in a loopy fashion as you think momentarily of being in some rubber hose animation like the old school looney toons. It didn’t help that you thought you saw bugs and daffy floating around your head like Saturn’s rings.

“Okay...note to self, self-control before acting on impulse.” You muttered before walking around to see where you are. From on top of the rooftop, you could see everything clearly.

As if you possessed sight beyond sight, your heightened kinetic vision easily mapped out the entire area. To your fortune, it seems nobody noticed that you were gone. With a careful hop and a skipped you maneuvered your way from the rooftop and into the pizzeria. And with no time to spare since that loud thud would’ve caused alarm for anyone still within the building. Sneaking back inside the pizzeria and returning to your station were you finally given time to reflect upon everything that has happened.

>Meditate and try to talk to the entity that gave you this power
>Read from the grimoire to see what exactly is Pleroma and the Avatar of Tiamat
>Find the time to practice your newfound powers in between work
>Revert back to your normal form and go through the motions as you sleep off this crazy day
>Write-in

(The roll period for >>4405837 is still active so you can still choose what you're rolling for while making your next plan of action)

>>4405929
>>Revert back to your normal form and go through the motions as you sleep off this crazy day

>>4405929
>Read from the grimoire to see what exactly is Pleroma and the Avatar of Tiamat
They say knowledge is power

Rolled 73, 73 = 146 (2d100)

>>4405929
>>Revert back to your normal form and go through the motions as you sleep off this crazy day

>>4405837
>>Fluid Manipulation & Mimicry (Liquid &Gas)

Rolled 100, 90 = 190 (2d100)

>>4405929
>Read from the grimiore to see what is Pleroma and the Avatar of Tiamat
>Then revert back to normal as you go through the motions and sleep this crazy day off.

Might as well learn whay we're getting into before going into denial.

>Chaos Energy Manipulation

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>>4405995
Eat your hearts out Raven/Jinx, we're you but thiccer

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>>4405995

>>4405995
Do we have them Khazar Milkers now?

Rolled 46, 95 = 141 (2d100)

>>4405929
>Fluid Manipulation & Mimicry

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>>4406323
You always had them, but now they're going to be bigger with an Olympian/Herculean frame that would make the Amazons mistake you for their own due to picking the super attribute, Which by the way if we could compare the Avatar state to Wonder Woman/Captain Marvel (Billy not Carol), then even in your reborn natural state it'll be comparable to Supergirl or Big Barda.

>>4405995
Since nobody else rolled this, gonna have to use both numbers to balance the boom that Fluid Manipulation & Mimicry is getting.

>>4405936
>>4405937
>>4405979
>>4405995
Going to save time and do these both instead of asking for a tie-breaker since they don't conflict with each other negatively. Anyway, you should start thinking of long time goals at some point.

Writing.

>>4406605
>>4405837

>>>Fluid Manipulation & Mimicry (Liquid &Gas) Acquired [95,73, 54]
>>Chaos Energy Manipulation Acquired [100,90]


In the span of a few hours, you went from tailing a goofy nutcase to becoming a seven-foot statuesque stunner wearing ancient garbs empathizing supreme authority as a divine champion. If you were told that in your desperation and frustration that you would unknowingly make a pact with an ancient envoy and bound yourself to a primordial deity as the next avatar. Chances are you would’ve scoffed at the subject and brushed it off as pure uttered nonsense. Course it all happened instinctively so the actual imagery was currently lost to you.

Sitting back at the counter you begin to understand how out of place you currently are. The office chair barely supported your very muscular yet voluptuous build. Having six hundred pounds of dense musculoskeletal mass can do that. Try as you best to ignore it, the chair started creaking and churning from the strain. Causing you to gradually become more embarrassment and soon irritated afterward. Only when you finally had enough did you finally cry out the words Pleroma in mid-rant that your tribulations came to an abrupt end.

In a swirl of oceanic fluids enveloping your body, you soon found yourself back to your initial form upon the disappearance of the esoteric water. Blinking in sheer confusion you looked around the office in a mild urgency. In your search, you ended up finding the office mear to look into. Gazing in the mirror you saw yourself exactly how you normally are. With another relaxed sigh, you slouched back into your chair. An immense weight was finally off your shoulders. Still, there was a sense of uncertainty about the whole thing.

After much thinking, you decide that this must be some sort of lucid dream. If it was a dream then you were having a hard time waking up. But on the off chance that it was real, you kept yourself grounded and continue your daily job on the night shift. With nothing to do during this time you went back to doing some research on the grimoire. Opening up the book in question you found yourself somehow able to fully read the inscribed text on the pages without assistance. To your surprise, the grimoire was filled with a fount of knowledge.

Although the term fountain would be more accurate as you came to investigate. With how much overflowing information the grimoire carries, it was rather surprising that the book could be so deceptively small. Perhaps whatever that unusual transformation did must have unlocked the seals of the book and opened its archives. From jewitchery/magickal judaism, the various forms of Kabbalah, druidism, to even that of alchemy there were many different factions correlating to the mystical arts. Runes, glyphs, and even magic circles. The book carried with unfathomable amounts of mysticism, including correlating to your birthright.

>>4407223

Keeping yourself distracted from trailing off and reading as much as you can in one night was a tricky challenge. But you ultimately manage to navigate your attention to the task at hand. Flipping through enough of the seemingly endless pages that materialized out of nowhere, you end up stopping at Pleroma and the Avatar of Tiamat. Tyng your long brunette hair into a braid and fixing your glasses you thoroughly read the ins and out of Pelorma, the connection to the Chaoskampf and the chthonic Tehom realm.

Already knowing the biblical story you boiled down the Chaoskampf as a ubiquitous event in many myths and legends. Essentially depicting a battle of a culture hero deity(creator god) against the chaos monster, often in the shape of a serpent or dragon. Upon closer examination, the text foretold that although the embodiment of chaos was slain, in her last breath she cursed the champion figure of God. As her body was used to create the heavens and the earth, it became the sacrifice needed to ensure the curse would eternally tether itself to the material realm.

So long as chaos exists the incarnations between the two opposing forces will forever be fated to fight one another. A cosmic battle between infinity and nothingness. The world serpent/sea monster that represents the forces chaos and the culture hero/creator god who imposes order by force. Both forever bound to one another thanks to the unbreakable curse as their battle was akin to that of an ouroboros. Ubiquitous and everlasting just like the flesh used for the holy banquet and clothing of its citizens.

It is only through the cunning of one of the culture hero one thousand years ago that managed to seemingly put an end to the fated battle. To achieve this required directly consuming the flesh of the latest incarnation of the primordial mother of all dragons/serpents and soul bounding the monstrous embodiment into themselves. Doing this ensured that the battle between the two finally came into an end. However, in doing this it only ended up changing the plane of where the battle took place. In other words, it was a battle within the soul as the Avatar was born.

>>4407226

Carrying with them the duality between these clashing forces, the new champion served as the bridge between the earth and the heavens. Or more commonly known as the spirit world and the physical world. Because of this duality, they often served also as an envoy of chaos and order. Requiring them to otherwise do acts that would keep the world balanced. Thus some avatars became heroes, chosen champions of the people. While others became villains, tyrannical nemesis to the current system. For better or worse, their actions left a mark in history.

That is until one hundred years ago, with the assistance of the emissary of the gods, the lingering will of Tiamat was sealed into a grimoire. For added precaution in the armor of the leviathan was embedded with the cuffs of control to serve as inhibitors to the insurmountable raw power residing within the avatar. But the final seal was the special chant used to keep the power in check. Thus the name Pleroma comes into mind. Oddly enough it was a double entendre as with its many meanings, the main one being full also refers to fulfillment. In this case the fulfillment of a prophecy.

With these seals and the book of Tehom being sealed with a mark of Solomon, it was hoped that the newly recessed avatar that there wouldn’t be any future incarnations. In retrospect, the dying wish of the previous incarnation was rendered inert. Then again, it wasn’t like you chose to break the seal and invoke the power for your selfish wishes. Of course, you ultimately put it aside still thinking that this was a dream. By the time you finished reading up on the origins, it was already the end of your shift.

Grabbing your things you soundly left the pizzeria without any problems. Locking up on your way you safely traveled back home. Arriving back home at the witching hour you quietly enter the house without alerting your family. From the multitude of shoes at the entrance of your house, you could immediately tell that both of your parents were home. After taking off your work shoes you trolleyed up to the attic. Not even taking a night show you immediately stripped down into your sleepwear and just fell into bed. Waiting for you to wake up from this weird dream, you fully gave up all resistance.

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>>4407238
>>4406562

At eleven o’clock in the morning, you find yourself awakening to a loud alarm. Intuitively you slam your hand to turn off the clock. Unfortunately, you exerted enough force to shatter the alarm clock and the small table it was standing on. Waking up from the loud sounds if only barely, you let out a long yawn. Completely unaware of the fact that you now currently stood at around six feet and six inches, with a ripped physique. It seems what happened that night really wasn’t a dream as you were about to get a cruel reminder as you walk into the bathroom.

>Stay calm and try to rationalize the sudden growth in mass and volume as you return to your room
>Freak out over this and leave before anyone notices your second puberty.
>Punch yourself as hard as you can to wake up from this nightmare
>Continue being in denial and going by your day by day life ignoring the changes
>Call out the name Pleroma hoping that’ll fix everything
>Write-in

>>4407239
>>Call out the name Pleroma hoping that’ll fix everything

>>4407239
>Stay calm and try to rationalize the sudden growth in mass and volume as you return to your room
We just had a sudden growth spurt

>>4407239
>Stay calm and try to rationalize the sudden growth in mass and volume as you return to your room

What clock, I never had one.

>>4407239
>Buy some new clothes

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>>4407239
>Stay calm and try to rationalize the sudden growth in mass and volume ss you return to your room
>Call out the name Pleroma hoping that'll fix everything
>Go buy some new clothes just in case and treat yourself for putting up with all this shit

When life gives you lemons, throw the lemons back and get better fruits to make a multibillion dollar soft drunk company

>>4407239
>Stay calm and try to rationalize the sudden growth in mass and volume as you return to your room
>Pray that you have enough money to buy a new wardrobe

>>4407239
>Continue being in denial and going by your day by day life ignoring the changes

>>4407239
>Continue being in denial and going by your day by day life ignoring the changes

>>4407387
+1

>>4407239
>Stay calm and try to rationalize the sudden growth in mass and volume ss you return to your room
>Go buy some new clothes and treat yourself for putting up with all this shit

>>4407246
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>>4407328
>>4407360
>>4407387
>>4407502
>>4407802
>>4408004

Alright, know what I am writing now. Though forgot to include this during my explanation since in a way you could look at the backstory being an expanded alteration of the lore between Malchior and Rorek since its still the culture hero vs the chthonic or aquatic monster, generally a serpent or dragon. Going to be explaining more of it over time but here are the historical cues I'm taking from.

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tiamat
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Leviathan
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Jewish_mythology#The_%22combat_myth%22
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Chaoskampf
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Pleroma
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tehom

Anyway, since I'm a big dummy for forgetting to post this tidbit of information during the story post, I'll just tailor it here.

In addition to housing, the powers of the monstrous embodiment of primordial chaos/mother of all beasts(including dragons/serpents) and the culture hero deity (Yahweh), the avatar carries with them a wide assortment of form the enchanted forge. The most commonly well known items are the Twin Rings of Solomon, Mantle of Elijah, Staff of Moses, the (Giant) Slingshot & Star/Shield of David, The Flaming Sword of Eden, The Ark of Noah, and the Mane of Samson. These among many other mystical artifacts are stored within the bracers known as the Cuffs of Compliance/Control, an ancient derivative of the bracelets of submission. Currently active in your possession is the armor of the Leviathan and the Key of Babylon.

I'll be willing to answer any other questions in between writing the next story post.

>>4408072
Where’s our nagging jewish mother who demands that we marry a gud jewish boy every day

>>4408072

Shower, a brief reprise from the trials and tribulations that is real life. Still, in your groggy daze, you went through the motions of your morning rituals. Taking the most of your time, of course, was the shower. A twenty to thirty-minute shower was your ideal range with ten to fifteen minutes being necessary when you were on the clock for your responsibilities. Thankfully today was the start of your three day weekend, so the only obligations you had right now were to yourself. Unfortunately, things would take to a turn for the worst once you woke up.

Having finished brushing your teeth and cleaning yourself from the shower, your lapis lazuli colored eyes gaze slowly at the reflection. Blinking slowly at the sight you were currently perceiving. Some strange herculean woman was standing in the mirror. At first, it didn’t draw much attention to you as you stared, but over time you start to realize just how well-built she was. To say that she was muscular was underselling it as you could finely see just how ripped she was. Broad shoulders, a strong yet slender jawline/neck with a defined clavicle, well-sculptured arms, washboard abs, and tree-trunk thighs. A slender yet exquisitely detailed musculature to say the least for this statuesque stunner.


There wasn’t a place that wasn’t toned and firm upon closer inspection. Somehow it despite everything, it all compiles together into a shapely feminine physique beneath the musculature. Ful-figured curves to keep things balanced between strength and beauty like all Olympians. Even the silk-like brunette hair was awe-inspiring to you as you observed the figure with bated breath. As your mind breaks out of the admiration you soon notice that the figure standing in the mirror...was yourself. Before you had the chance to scream, you covered your mouth to muffled the panicking cries. Going as far as to even use the towel to cover you up to assist.

After screaming into the towel for a good while, you started to take some deep, calming breaths. Repeating into your head a mantra to help tackle your impending stress. “Calm down Sarena. Take deep breaths and try to think this rationally.”

Calming yourself and tempering your panic you begin to think as you make your way back to your room. Thankfully your parents were already gone to notice the new you. Only your twin younger siblings were the only problematic factor. But given that they’re mere kids, chances are they were already hanging out with one of their many friends. Leaving you to your own devices, but you didn’t take any chances. Making it back to your room you look directly at the damage that you caused to the alarm clock and your small table, just barely missing the drawer chest.

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>>4408306

“...Okay, so these muscles aren’t just for show...great.” You mutter, squatting down to look at your destroyed clock. Forming a serious expression you went back into thinking how this came into being.

It was easy to assume that this was merely puberty running its course and you’re a late bloomer. However, you knew that to be pretty false since even before this shocking growth that you were relatively shapely and developed. Granted it was mainly due to being a shortstack but it was still valid proof. Now you were sporting a rather voluptuous body with dangerous curves like some sort of greek sculpture come to life. Though in your case the term Jewish golem would be far more accurate.

Thinking that this was just a dream you arc your right arm back in anticipation to punch yourself. Not letting yourself brace for the impact you slammed your fist hard against your face. Barely keeping yourself from hitting back into the wall, you start staggering back while holding your nose. “Okay...not a dream. Ooooooowwww.” You moan, holding your bruised red nose, almost feeling like you dislocated something. Although to your surprise your nose was already healing at a remarkable rate.

“Clearly I don’t know my own strength and this obviously the byproduct of my “second puberty” kicking in.” You theorize, sitting back on the bed as you continue being in denial over what happened last night. “Like honestly, me being a musclebound juggernaut in ancient garbs? Ridiculous. That was just me having eaten too many Pescado Fritos before bed.”
“I mean really. Just cause I have a grimoire doesn’t mean it’s magical. There’s a perfectly rational reason for all of this. And it’s not like if I say the words Pleroma that-” Before you could finish your sentence after scoffingly folding your arms and crossing your legs a familiar sensation washes over you.

Without even given the chance to blink your entire body was enveloped with the same mystical fluids from the atmosphere. Taking the shape of a cocoon though far more narrow than the massive sphere from before. Acting fare more instantaneous than last time your entire body underwent the metamorphosis. Changing from your lean stature into a more bulker and taller form you find yourself dining the ancient armor, replacing your thin tank top and gym shorts. Amber brunette hair instantly shifts to an ebony black shade as the transformation finishes.

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>>4408308

Standing in the exact same position as before you blinked immensely having now returned to the seven-foot and two inches avatar, oozing with every aspect of a leviathan right down to your presence. Even being spectacularly muscular and athletic, the form didn’t sacrifice ingle drop of femininity. It took yourself a couple of seconds to realize everything has changed again. Quickly you dart over to the mirror on your dresser, making sure to not break anything else on the way. Looking at yourself with your dragon eyes, you snarled in frustration.

“GOD DAMN IT IT WAS REAL!” You hissed, oozing aquatic fire from your mouth. Fully exposing your serpentine tongue and elongated canines. Before anger would have its way with you, you quickly regain your senses. Chanting the words Pleroma as you suspected ended up returning you to being a six-foot-tall amazon.

With a defeated size, you slouch over to your bed, plopping down before letting out another loud cry. This time screaming into your pillow. After letting out enough pent up frustration, you remove your face from the pillow. “No, fuck no. I won’t let this bring me down. I won’t be defeated by whatever scientific laws or physics that are governing this...argh! I’m going to the mall.”

It’ll take you about an hour before you could find some clothing to fit your new form. All the old clothes you had was far too small and would give everyone the wrong impression. Even if you did like wearing baggy clothing to hide your physique. Ultimately due to some good luck, you managed to pull out your mom’s closet to find something fitting you. Some blue mom jeans, and a brown tank top. Thankfully you didn’t need to replace your shoes. That said, you were feeling rather upset now that you were going to have to spend some of your savings if not the majority of it buying a whole new wardrobe.

>Buckle up and buy everything you need before sulking at the food court
>Embrace being a cheapskate and haggle your way to completing your wardrobe
>>Try to use your newfound womanly charms to sway others to pay stuff for you or give you discounts
>Focus on recreating your favorite outfit and think about how to address this predicament
>Write-in

>>4408139
Would you take a grandma instead? Your parents have time-consuming jobs which while they expressed their love for you, left you feelingly lonely as a child with your older brother looking out for you. And when the twins came you quickly had to grow up to support them.

>>4408326
>>Try to use your newfound womanly charms to sway others to pay stuff for you or give you discounts

>>4408326
>Try to use your newfound womanly charms to sway others to pay stuff for you or give you discounts

Can we hide these muscles and put on the regular nerd look like Clark Kent?

>>4408326
>Buckle up and buy everything you need before sulking at the food court

>>4408561
If you keep wearing baggy clothing like usual or adopt attire like Clark Kent does then yeah. That reminds me. You actually don't need glasses due to your heightened senses. While below that of a True Dragon's like whenever you transform using the phrase Pleroma. All of your senses are still superhuman. So you'll need to invest in fake glasses too.

>>4408415
>>4408558
Alright, give me a roll to see how you do at charm and/or sex appeal. Same as before.

Rolled 23, 70 = 93 (2d100)

>>4408585

Rolled 85, 40 = 125 (2d100)

>>4408594
In before we whiff it so bad because of how blatantly apparent we are about it.

>>4408610
>>4408594

We have become thot, swayer of simps; may the gods have mercy on our soul.

Rolled 49, 27 = 76 (2d100)

>>4408585
If we're gonna flaunt like an e-girl then let's be the ultimate Stacy

Rolled 68, 30 = 98 (2d100)

>>4408585

Rolled 75, 97 = 172 (2d100)

>>4408585

Rolled 81, 4 = 85 (2d100)

>>4408585

>>4408585

>Intimidator/Alpha Presence [Thotus Supremus] status acquired

For as long as you can remember you were rather good at managing your budget and making sure that you generally got things that you needed. Although you come from an upper-middle-class family, nobody knew the value of a dollar more than your family. Practically trained in the art of money by your grandma, you knew how to perceive the sum of anything in a heartbeat. Whenever you needed money for something, you outed your resources and talents in order to make a living. Be it selling your intelligence as a tutor or serving as some sort of babysitter or housekeeper. if the pay as right you were willing to give it a shot.

In recent years due to your plan for college and living on your own, you essentially turned yourself into a serious cheapskate. So this was eating at you far more than it has any right to. Sure there was always the motion of selling your old clothing to pay back the cost, but the actual process was notoriously tricky. Not to mention the gamble of actually netting enough buck to put you back on track. There were alternatives, rather dark ones in fact, but you didn’t want to an advocate in such...degenerative methods to selling your clothes in live auctions. It wasn’t like you could hold off on buying clothing later till you were secure.

Having to borrow your mother’s clothing every day would draw too much attention. That and even her clothing felt too small for you. There were no other options. As you ponder on the prospect of having to buy actual clothing a thought begins to rustle in your mind. Stopping mid-step in the mall you gaze your attention to the glass surface. Although you didn’t want to acknowledge it your current figure was a crossbreed between a cheerleader and mixed martial artist champion. Now you were far from being desperate enough to sell your body, but perhaps you can weaponize this factor into your haggling and bartering.

“Well...I’ve already made an impulsive decision with no regard to my future….what’s a few more to the list.” You snort, lowering your gaze while checking yourself out. If this body was the cause for your crisis then the answer should lie within the source.

>>4408900

Channeling a certain pink-haired internet personality and e-girl to mind, you start to sway your hips as you stride into the biggest clothing shop in the mall. Almost immediately you start eyeing your surroundings, documenting the participates as all eyes fall on you. Without saying a single word they are already mesmerized by your presence. With the gal becoming ever closer you choose to flaunt your appearance while keeping things within approachability. Walking over to the counter you begin to embrace the dynamic of a bubbly yet charming southern belle. Specifically a more accurate modernization to better jive with the e-girl vibe.

“Um like hi. My name is Stacie Sulman. This is my first time coming into jump city, and I was hoping you’d help me pick out a brand new wardrobe while discussing deals.” Twirling strands of your straightened locks into a curly you gave an innocent yet alluring expression to the clerk. Almost to the point of shock you quickly blink at the gentleman melting under your presence as you keep up the act.

What came next was something that even you couldn’t predict. Exerting supernatural levels of charisma and eloquence you easily swayed those around you to your fingertips. Be it your nice body or natural charms as Stacie Sulman, you find yourself winning the hearts of everyone that came into your contact. Not only did you manage to get the best discounts and promotions but people practically stood t buying stuff for you without question or hesitation. In addition, you started getting requests to promote their products among other offers including modeling their stuff as part of the bantering.

Ushering the start of a new career as an e-girl and internet celebrity you intertwined with your adoring fans. Doing whatever it takes to keep the charade going you went through the necessary steps bolstering your popularity and riding on the train. This including actually accepting the clothing and items that your loving fans suggested in lieu of your own choice of relacing your old wardrobe to fit your taste. Course now you also had to factor in buying clothing to obscure your smoking bod and keep up your nerd image less you wanted t deal with the countless waves of devoted followers of all kinds every day.

>>4408902

>Keep things from escalating and try to escape as you reflect on your mistake
>Rethink your life choices and think how you want to go moving forward
>Embrace your newfound gifts and identity and try to turn this entire thing into a positive for everyone
>Go back home with your "gifts' and scream into your pillow as you berate yourself for stooping so low
>Write-in

>>4408912

So with your rolls, you ended up awakening a divine level of presence even in your default form. So for better or worse, good and bad, you're the center of attention with your statuesque stunning beauty. Be it persuasion, intimidation, or any other form of influence//presence, it's otherworldly. Only augmented further when you transform.

In a way, it's befitting for a primordial chaos avatar/demi-goddess in the making. Even if this means now things will be a lot tricky for you in the future.

>>4408912
>Embrace your newfound gifts and identity and try to turn this entire thing into a positive for everyone

>>4408922
Time to be an e thot for our public persona and a cape on our down time.

>>4408912
>Embrace your newfound gifts and identity and try to turn this entire thing into a positive for everyone
Embrace our inner thottery

>>4408926
Supporting this.

By the way what should name our hero identity? Unless we pull a captain marvel and use the name Pleroma there's plenty of options to pick from base on our lore and gimmick.

>>4408912
>Rethink your life choices and think how you want to go moving forward
>Go back home with your "gifts' and scream into your pillow as you berate yourself for stooping so low

>>4408900
>art of money
kek

You're all missing the best of this.

Triple Identity.

Clothes to hide us as our normal bookish persona. Our E Girl E Celebrity Persona. And our Divine Super form. Juggle that shit and see how we feel.

>>4408912
>Keep things from escalating and try to escape as you reflect on your mistake

>>4409013
This. This is the best part.

>>4408912
>>Go back home with your "gifts' and scream into your pillow as you berate yourself for stooping so low

>>4408912
>Embrace your newfound gifts and identity and try to turn this entire thing into a positive for everyone

>>4408912
>>Go back home with your "gifts' and scream into your pillow as you berate yourself for stooping so low

>>4408926
>>4408975
>>4408987
>>4409242
>>4409013
Seem like this is a clear cut winner, but I will incorporate some of >>4409010 >>4409203 >>4409296 into the post for a smoother transition.

While I'm writing, I want you guys to choose whom you'll end up bumping into first

>Robin (Dick Greyson)
>Starfire
>Cyborg
>Raven
>Beast Boy
>Mystery Choice
>Other [Write-in, will be judged accordingly]

>>4409365
Raven, the supernatural of our bullshit done attracted her attention. Raven would make the most sense.

Starfire showing up is, if we consider the Gordanians, an event.

Rolled 1 (1d2)

>>4409365
I'm split on whether to go for Beast Boy for puppy love that may eventually bloom into actual love between us, or Raven for chaos magic shenanigans.

1 for Garfield, 2 for Raven.

>>4409516
On second thought, if no one else votes, put mine as Raven, to avoid a tie.

>>4409365

By the time your conquest was over you essentially spent most of your day having done a bunch of a typical e-girl and gamer girl activities. At that point, your senses came back to you alongside your reasoning. Little that was going to do you as in a single day you ended up with a multitude of social media accounts such as Instagram, Twitter, Youtube, and many more. Each one of those accounts managed to rake up about relatively over a million followers. Talk about letting the attention go to your head.

Eventually finding time to maneuver away from your loyal followers, you safely manage to return back home. Thankfully you did it in a rush without anyone noticing despite the immense buttload of gifts including a brand new car to house them all. To say things escalated far out of your control was a major understatement. Seems the hands of fate clearly had a sense of humor considering how your life was turning into so far. Reaching the attic with the last of your stuff you immediately drop to your bed.

Once more you undertook the wholesome tradition of screaming into your pillow. Clinching the cloth bad tightly with the tiniest amount of strength you continue letting out all your frustration and regret as you lamented on your actions. Practically tearing yourself a new hole mentally you essentially lecture and berate yourself for stooping so low. Truthfully you were the antithesis of what you were essentially parodying. An introvert if not a socially reclusive outcast who dabbled with the mystical arts. The goths would more likely have a stronger connection than the barbie club. Or at least that what you told yourself these past sixteen years.

Yet not only did you resort to being a “barbie-doll” you were disgusted how you ended up being so perfect at it. Thus you ended up screaming immensely into your pillow yet again. The wolf in sheep clothing was perfect in describing your inner Stacy. Or as some like to refer to, a total thot. Not just any thot but Thotitana, a play on Titania. In this instead of fairies, it would be more accurate to call you the Queen of the thots, swayer of simps, and Thotus Supremus. There were more baggage nicknames and snark remarks you could think of to your newfound innate aptitude to the gamer girl and e-girl. But you ultimately stopped beating yourself after an hour of screaming and beratement.

>>4409555

You just wanted to avoid having to spend your hard-earned savings to replace what you lost from your unintentional growth spurt. Was it really wrong using your newfound beauty and charms to fix up a bad situation? Granted, even by your standards you took things far more than you should by the resulting attention. Now you were left realizing that it clearly awakened something you didn’t know you have. Mentally tearing yourself a new asshole you kicks and screamed and roll all over in a childish fashion. If this was some god’s cruel joke or interstellar race’s experiment then you wish they pull the plug already.

After letting out all your bottled emotions you flipped to resting on your back, gazing upward to the large skylight as it was already night time. What’s done was done and there was no point beating yourself over it. Like it or not you’re stuck with this much like with your new body. If there was a way to reverse all of it, it would’ve come to you by now. And now you were left with the consequences of your actions. Accompanying it was also the looming responsibilities as you think back to the grimoire. Slowly reaching for the grimoire of Tehom, you notice the emblem that was the star of David now sprouting a fully opened serpentine eye.

Gazing at the eye for a brief moment, you soon sat the book down to the side. Looking upwards a subtle shift from disgust and regret into newfound determination came your way. If you were stuck in this hellhole that was popularity and divinity then you are going to do something positive about it. Just because you found out that you’re secretly a Stacy pretending to be a Becky/Mary doesn’t mean you’d have to fall into stereotypes or confirmed to the standard. At least you know for a fact you’re not a Karen even with your sarcastic, jaundiced, cynical, staunchness, and even condescending and otherwise pessimistic personality. If you weren’t extremely taciturn people would notice your flaws more than your highly intellectual mindset.

With a new look of composure and realization, you pull out a pink compact and starts to get inspiration. A triple identity. Yeah, you can totally pull it off. The academic achiever, the bamboozling bimbo, and the calculative/cautious crusader. It was all a matter of ABCs for you but you were willing to pull it off. If life gives you chaos then you were going to turn that chaos into a virtue for everyone.

>>4409599

>How do you spend your time (Choose up to three)

>Taking your role as Stacie Sulman seriously and actively expanding your empire as a full-time job
>Continue your everyday life as Sarena and gradually cement your long time goals one day at a time
>Give your family the talk about what has happened and set things straight with them
>Improve your standing at the Pizzaria and brand yourself as a mascot
>Take active charge fighting crime and use your encounters as a learning experience to be a better self-taught superheroine
>Balance your three lifestyles equally and keep your appearances from colliding with one another
>Try to find something or someone who can guide you in the mystical arts and to better fit you into your new role
>Keep yourself isolated and focus on experimenting and researching as you learn the ins and out of what you can currently do
>Hit the gym to bulk yourself up as you embrace the path of a juggernaut and study on various fighting technique and ways to use your raw strength
>Try your hand at Alchemy and making a golem
>Focus on a specialization with your powers so far and going from there [Choose 1]
>Write-in

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>>4409606
Reference for Stacie Sulman persona and disguse.

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>>4409629

>>4409606
>Try to find something or someone who can guide you in the mystical arts and to better fit you into your new role

This could actually go well with the Raven encounter, should that win.

>Give your family the talk about what has happened and set things straight with them

I imagine our mom or grandma will be glad we got some meat on our bones, if only to finally attract someone to marry.

>Hit the gym to bulk yourself up as you embrace the path of a juggernaut and study on various fighting technique and ways to use your raw strength

...Damn you for putting in the option to further enable my fetish.

>>4409606

>Try to find something or someone who can guide you in the mystical arts and to better fit you into your new role

This will bring us to Raven or in a worst case scenario some local madman like Mumbo. Or, maybe our bullshit draws the attention of another magical figure of the setting. Have we drawn the attention of FATE? What if ole conjob shows up? Or that fucker from the Knights Templar...are we a weird enough thing to draw the attention of Niles Caulder? Zatanna Zatarra? Various other Gods and Godly powered supers?

Oh...If we aren't careful Diana Prince will be poking around Jump city looking for us.

>Hit the gym to bulk yourself up as you embrace the path of the juggernaut and study various fighting technique and ways to use your raw strength.
Stacy Smash, but how will that carry over into our big mode? Or, why bulk when you can just tone and strength train. Those are different things. Or just work on shaping/sculpting? Now we'll scream at ourself for becoming a gym bunny on top of things. We'll realize it when we effortlessly talk about some gym jargon and realize what we've done.

>Give your family the talk about what has happened and set things straight with them
This seems more like we're looking for answers from our family. We found an old book of magic upstairs and now we're a super and we really really really don't know what to do. Like, it JUST happened and now we're now in over our head and we traumatized a supervillain and what's happening is giving you a complete identity crisis!

>>4409668
>Have we drawn the attention of FATE?

I think it'd be funny as hell if we got the Fate that's using the blonde himbo dude from the second Suicide Squad animated movie. Fate would be interested in molding us into a weapon against chaos, and the Chad would be interested in molding our thighs around his face,

But yeah, going with
>Magic study
>Swole
>Awkward family talk

Inb4 our twin brothers followed our Stacygram and got boners before realizing that's their sister.

And the boners won't leave.

>>4409606
>Give your family the talk about what has happened and set things straight with them
>Try to find something or someone who can guide you in the mystical arts and to better fit you into your new role
>Try your hand at Alchemy and making a golem

>>4409365
My boy beast boy

>>4409606
>Continue your everyday life as Sarena and gradually cement your long time goals one day at a time
>Give your family the talk about what has happened and set things straight with them
>Try to find something or someone who can guide you in the mystical arts and to better fit you into your new role

>>4409365
>Robin (Dick Greyson)
Robin’s absolutely the type to check out e-thots. He’ll be the first hero to simp on us lol.

>>4409606
>Continue your everyday life as Sarena and gradually cement your long time goals one day at a time
>Give your family the talk about what has happened and set things straight with them
>Try to find something or someone who can guide you in the mystical arts and to better fit you into your new role

>>4409606
>Taking your role as Stacie Sulman seriously snd actively expanding your empire as a full-time job

Come on guys. Use your head. We need to commit to the e-thot life so we have more time being a hero and toning our sweet bod.

>Try to find something or someone who can guide you in the mystic arts and to better fit you in your new role.
>Hit the gym to bulk yourself up as you embrace the path of a juggernaut and study on various fighting techniques and ways to use your rsw strength.

Weaponizing nagging is idesl but we need strength to go with our moxxie. Muscle Wizard here we go

>Robin or Raven
Either one would help us greatly but simping robin like Catwoman does to Bruce is too funny to pass up.

>>4409639
>>4409668
>>4409688
>>4409698
>>4409717
>>4409795
>>4409821

Tallying up the votes so far we got these as the most picked choice.

>Try to find something or someone who can guide you in the mystical arts and to better fit you into your new role
>Give your family the talk about what has happened and set things straight with them
>Hit the gym to bulk yourself up as you embrace the path of a juggernaut and study on various fighting technique and ways to use your raw strength

With >Continue your everyday life as Sarena and gradually cement your long time goals one day at a time having two votes and the rest remaining for options only having one.

As for picks, it seems we got 2 for Raven, 2 for Dick, and 2 for Garfield. Least we know out of the gang so far who has the most interest for you once the team comes together. Gonna try to cover all of them over time but based on comments and the Votes, Raven is taking priority with Robin coming in behind.

Anyway, give me 4d100 this time. We're going to see how well your month goes.

Rolled 85, 62, 36, 62 = 245 (4d100)

>>4409854
They see me rollin'

What time of year is it again. Curious what holidays will pass during all this.

And, was our Protag's Batmitzva traditional, tame, or etc.

Also, what sect of modern Jewery are her family. She seems like definitely not any of the lighter flavors of Orthodoxy; so is she Reform Judaism or Conservative?

Rolled 62, 58, 6, 6 = 132 (4d100)

>>4409854
Here's to hoping our life turns out alright.

>>4409859

It's set in modern times as this universe is focusing on the DC animated universe variant with their respective comics. Though I will take inspiration from other sources and divergences since this is still AU.

But in term of Year, I would say it's Around the 2000s, especially 2005 but its tech and influence are easily around 2020s. Maybe even higher. This is a few months before the Starfire event takes place.

Batmitzva was traditional if not extravagant as it brought a wide number of family members. One can argue this was the last time when Sarena was sunny as the sun before becoming her current self.

Reform Judaism, they still have some connections to be among the lighter flavors of Orthodoxy like your grandma, but they're far more set in adapting their belief to the modern era and being more tolerant/freeform to adjust. So there's a lot more lax than stereotypical Judaism. Still, I imagine when deciding pizza with the titans in the future is going to be one funny running joke like Beast Boy and his vegetarian and Cyborg and his meat.

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>>4409885
Who are you so wise in the way of Jews?

Rolled 13, 49, 52, 89 = 203 (4d100)

>>4409854

Rolled 27, 87, 54, 6 = 174 (4d100)

>>4409854

>>4409365
>Raven

>>4410021
And thanks for cementing the choice. Are you gonna add to the roll chain?

Rolled 56, 39, 10, 6 = 111 (4d100)

>>4409854
I'm for Robin desu

Rolled 51, 98, 61, 63 = 273 (4d100)

Raven.

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Rolled 74, 39, 10, 9 = 132 (4d100)

>>4409854
Raven, if we're still doing it.

Rolled 87, 62, 7, 45 = 201 (4d100)

>>4409854

Rolled 17, 33, 80, 75 = 205 (4d100)

>>4409854

>Raven

Rolled 23, 92, 35, 90 = 240 (4d100)

>>4409854
Dicky boy for the simping

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>>4410109
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>>4410051

Had to refresh to make sure I didn't miss any rolls. Marking the best rolls so I don't forget when writing.

>>4410021
>>4410046
>>4410081
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>>4410109

As for votes, I'm sticking to >>4409854 but doing both Robin and Raven since Raven barely won with these adds but with Zatanna connections, you'll meet Robin relatively soon anyway.

But with these rolls seem like a gym bunny is inevitable for the e-girl in the making.

>>4409668
Might as well answer these questions. Starting from the top.

1. Due to the three best rolls, You’re getting Zatanna and to some degree Dr. Fate. As one anon puts it, your “bullshit” shenanigans have drawn the agent of Order and the agent of Chaos to your attention. Both Nabu and Mordru are fully aware of your presence and are currently locked in a battle with their respective agents to sway a balancer such as yourself to either side especially carrying the primordial forces of law and order in its purest form without trinkets like the helmet of Order and Chaos. As such they’re currently in a stalemate, that’s where Zatanna is coming. Also helps she’s half-Jewish.

2. A stronger base form will ultimately add improvements and further strengthened the divine state as it stacks. You also now know that when you make sufficient enough contact with water and/or hydrated enough that you draw out more of Tiamat/The Leviathan’s strength. Theoretically, it functions on the level of Strength Infinitum as it has no limit to how strong you can become as you accumulate over time. The only stipulation is that it’s only temporally and it requires you to be constantly hydrated or making continuous contact with a sufficient enough body of water to keep its effect going. At the same time, hot or dry areas are your bane as well as extended periods of serious dryness will weaken you. Thus making it harder to gather any strength or use any of your abilities.

You can do whatever you want for how you sculpt/refine your physical prowess or condition your body, just know in that month you would’ve gotten full control of your biological power and physical capabilities.

But anyway, the whole mystical/magical and occultic world is well aware of your existence and presence now. For better or worse.

>>4409365
Reading to catch up roght now, but if this is still up
>Beast Boy

>>4410142
This is a fun quest so far qm, good read

>>4410142
>half jewish
Forgot that about Zats. Not too shabby.

Well, at least she can appreciate our showmanship turn. And wow, Fate and Mordu seem to really want us as an Influencer

>>4410216
The mental image of Nabu and Mordru trying to out simp each other to get Stacy's allegiance has me dying.

I’m suddenly imaging we make our Zats connection through our gramma.

She just, little old lady networks.
After our familial confessional she starts working her connections of other jewish grandmothers from temple or the community center and like 6 degrees of separation Gramma’s friend, let’s call her Mildred to save time because most Jewish grans know somone names mildred, whose cousin’s ex has a niece who books shows in vegas who hosts passover cedars every year for traveling performers or crew far from home who had Zatanna Zatarra at their table and knows that beyond being a stage magician that they’re the real deal and can pit in a word.

If we’re leaning into Jewish stereotypes. The power of a grandmotherly social network is strong though and a well founded Stereotype of the parents of baby boomers and early cycle baby boomers now. Then again, a lot of grandmothers of that generation can pull that, especially evangelical grandmas and their church groups.

>>4410142

First thing first, you went to addressing the elephant in the room. Tackling this with the utmost tact, you carefully abet bluntly reveal the truth to your parents and siblings once they were all within the same household. Rightfully there were some serious concerns on whether or not you are your parents Adam Rosenberger and Evelyn Debenham’s child. Thankfully it didn’t take much convincing when you alliterate on your well-known mannerism that only the real Sarena could make. It also helped your siblings Rachel and Micheal could pick you out in a heartbeat.

Once things calmed down you went to show your grimoire and the transformation into the avatar of Tiamat/Leviathan. Immediately the name Sophia came out from your grandma Kayla in response from your transformation. Tzofia or Chokhmah would be more accurate for names but Sophia was an easier translation that rolled on the tongue better. In your grandma’s words, it was told that her family was the ones who were supposed to house the book since it was one of their ancestors who assisted the emissary of the gods from Themyscira.

The book was left in their care for safekeeping and suppressing. For over a hundred years the seal of Solomon acted as the chains to tether the book into its chest, locked in the compartment, and was said to be invisible to all. All except for the chosen one. Your grandma didn’t know what that meant so her knowledge of the entire ordeal and the grimoire was limited. Nevertheless, you managed to get an earful before reconciling with your family. Despite being abrasive over the matter, your family chose to still side with you regardless of what you choose. Giving you peace of mind and soothe the heart.

For the next month, your life was relatively active, especially for you. It was easier for you and your family’s worldview tp widen in order to accept the fantastical. Especially with what you used to know as “truth” had already been shattered. Still, like all things you believed whatever mystical forces course through you operated on a system much like the universal laws that govern reality. Everything can be explained through logic and reasoning, including magic. With that mantra at heart, it was easy adjusting your schedule into a new “normality”.

>>4410973

For instance, your alter-ego Stacie Sulman was netting quite a hefty amount of publicity and financing. From model, dancer, cosplayer, comedian to even singing and acting, you took to the scenes in the performance arts under your internet personality. Even things like gamer-commentator and YouTuber ended up getting assimilated in your new role. As a result, it ended up exploding in popularity with each piece of media you gave. At least things didn’t get boring as you used this as mere practice on subterfuge and acting. Although you were enjoying the girly aspect far more than you honestly should.

Putting that aside you started taking the incentive of going to the gym. From your practices with transforming into Sophia, you realize that the form puts an extraneous load on you, especially for long periods. Even if you could draw out the power, control it, and focus it into any extremity without extreme backlash, it still left you pretty worn. Extremely resilient body or not. So if you were going to learn how to be a proper avatar, you needed to build upon your actual body. Using the excess money gained from your charade as Stacie Sulman you bought yourself a gym membership. ss

Despite taking things to slow your progression things still escalated to how proactive you ended up. One moment you were doing the bare necessaries and the next you found yourself squat lifting heavy objects. Much to your grimace, you ended up drawing a lot of unwanted attention from orbiters and secret admirers of both genders thanks to your routine workout. Ultimately you put up with it as you find yourself being fully enveloped into the bodybuilding. From bulking up to toning and strength training, you did all different kinds of shaping a truly optimized sculpture of strength and beauty from your body conditioning.

When you weren’t spending your time at the gym or doing activities for your social media including that of creator support platforms, you tailored your interest to maintain your life as Sarena Rosenberger. It’ll probably be ridiculously easier to make a lifestyle of that alone while keeping a semblance of pride by not stooping to the lowest common dementor. Heck, you were beginning to think of mixing physical activity such as yoga into the mix. Still, it was nice falling back into the catacombs that were the pizzeria. Even the goofy animatronic mascots were endearing by comparison. For all intent purposes, it was your safe place. A home away from home.

>>4410976

Between doing the best you could during your night shifts you categorize your time watching different videos, specifically martial arts ones. Although you were becoming a terrifying force of nature you try tailoring yourself to balance might and finesse together by improving your technical skills. From watching instruction videos to reading from books you accumulated as much information you can on hand-to-hand and weapon combat. Almost as if somehow you awakened an innate aptitude for combat, you took off immensely step by step.

Form, technique, skill, control, finesse, all of the necessary principles and core fundamentals found in the martial arts. Those are the attributes you strive to develop a knack for battle sense and combat prowess. Realistically a month wouldn’t give you anywhere near the level of combat ability and martial prowess that seasoned practicians of the art. Really all you had was the initial combat training from your commissioner father. And the training itself was more of the standard self-defense principles and attributes. All things considered, it was your innate aptitude for studying and book smarts that ultimately granted you the tools to fashion a viable martial style.

Even with a naturally bestowed analytical and deductive mind rippled with high intellect, there was only so much you can do your own. No amount of keen observation. sharp evaluation, adept intuition, and remarkable resourcefulness could cover the same amount of growth and development a proper mentor would do. Especially when factoring in the whole mysticism element that currently circulates around you. On your own, you managed to tape into the fundamentals. Most shocking of all was how much of an imprint the dual essence that resides in Sophia currently courses through your original form.

Just transforming once fully incorporated the characteristics and properties of a true dragon into you. So much in fact that even in the base form you were a metahuman with prodigious qualities. While nowhere near the raw power and potency of Sophia, it was still that of high-caliber with the prospect of growing more potent over time. Clearly a byproduct of being a perfect vessel despite your initial plainness. Either way, you tapped into the repertoire of mystical energies inside to discover you possess an assortment of abilities tied to yourself.

>>4411228

The sovereignty over every property and state of fluids, a superhuman condition akin to that of dragons in folklore, and a mystical aura/force that grants defensive and supportive abilities most commonly that of invulnerability or regenerative healing factor. These alone were formidable in their own rights but combined together they made for a rather impressive metahuman. But as you came to practice these abilities, two more manifests themselves immediately upon closer inspection. create, shape, and manipulate the energy and forces of chaos in all of its fashions. Again, while not to the same degree as the divine avatar, it was certainly on the level of triggering phenomenons or disrupting the flow of forces such as karma.

Hexes, curses, jinxes, and any other manner of dark charms or invocations came naturally to you when tapping into chaos energy. But you intuitively also tapped into the general Quintessence Force it carries for general energy effects in addition to disruption and/or destruction. Uniquely you also held the telekinetic control and manifestation of paper and objects that contain paper like other papermasters. What set you apart was the rarer aspect of complete mimicry which combined with Chaos often gave the impression that you perhaps possess a limited form of “toon physics.”

But in your quest to learned and improve, another force begins to weave in tandem. For better or worse your presence was spreading out to the occultic worlds. A balancer that could play for either side has returned in over a century since their last disappearance. Sensing this fact, a certain person begins to make their move. As for you, you were naturally unaware of the constant leakage of the overflowing repertoire of mystical and spiritual essence as it routinely stockpiles enormous energy gradually day by day.

In the meantime, you started your search once you find yourself hiding roadblocks on how to progress both as Sarena and Sophia. Using the power of the world wide web you manage to dig up a lot of valuable information residing in occultism. After a painstakingly long slew of research and searching, you ultimately found someone who could help you. A magic show hosted by the one and only Zatanna was hosting a show in Gotham. A stage magician normally sounds like a recipe for disappointment considering actual magic and mysticism. Yet strangely you feel like you could trust Zatanna to be the real deal.

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>>4411281

Rounding enough money for your trip and explaining it to your parents, you set yourself off for your trip into Gotham. Ironically it would only take a couple of hours had you flown with the dragoncifation wings as Sophia instead of taking your car for a two-day drive. But you decided against having to use your powers for every little thing the more you trained and practiced with them. Flying by plane was an option except there were two things holding you back. The risk of drawing unwanting attention or someone discovering you as Stacie Stulman was not worth the hell that a plane trip would provide.

As for the second reason….you were claustrophobic. Not wanting to deal with a potential panic attack driven by stress you reaffirm your decision. The car trip by itself wasn’t bad as all things considering it was nice having peace to yourself. But as you drove across the land, something strange catches your sights. A very pale, almost gray-skinned girl with dark blue highlights was currently sitting on a bench with her thumb out in a hitchhiking pose.

>Pick up the stranger and politely introduce yourself as you continue your trip to Gotham
>Keep at a distance/remain skeptical you stop to ask the stranger where they’re going
>Pretend you didn’t see her and continue focusing on your trip
>Write-in

>>4410277
That's just crazy enough to actually work. Though I'm not sure if the conscious mind if you're actually related to Zatanna or connected in such a way. If I don't hear any problems then you can add that explanation to >>4411290

Training rolls will carry over since while you made substantial progress self-made, it's easier to calculate them for the mystic/spiritual side of things once you start going teaching from a pro.

That said, let's also pick out your affinity for mysticism/occultism.
>(Choose 2 or Take Jack of Trades with no innate affinity)

>Traditional Magic
>Alchemy/Magick
>Spirituality/Religious Ecstasies
>Divination
>Psionics (Paranormal)
>Drudicism/Elementalism
>Other [Write-in]

>>4411310
>Keep at a distance/remain skeptical you stop to ask the stranger where they’re going

>Traditional Magic
>Alchemy/Magick

>>4411310
Not about being related, its about jewish grandmothers knowing someone who knows someone in unlikely strings of connections and favors. Always trust the bubbie

>>4411362
Fair enough, I can work with that.

>>4411290

Two days from Jump to Gotham? Jump is usually presented as a West Coast city. Assuming you're sticking your Gotham on the great lakes as a Detroit/Chicago analogue instead of on the east coast?

>Pick up the stranger, you're meta strong in your normal form and no one get's molested by a gothy teen, and it might be nice to have some company...

>>4411310
>Drudicism/Elementalism
Because we needs that water in a pinch, even if we don't look Druish.
>Spirituality/Religious Ecstasies
If only because I'm calking like a madman remembering a meeting with a Kabbala practitioner in Tzfat once who wanted everyone in our tour group to open up to the heights of Jewish meditation. He seemed both high on G-d and other burnt offerings. Good dude.

>>4411290
>Pick up the stranger and politely introduce yourself as you continue your trip to Gotham


>Spirituality/Religious Ecstasies
>Drudicism/Elementalism

>>4411290
>>Pick up the stranger and politely introduce yourself as you continue your trip to Gotham

From California to New Jersey by car in two days? The hell kind of car are we driving that can do that?

>Alchemy/Magick
>Drudicism/Elementalism

>>4411370
>>4411494
This is what I get for using Google Maps. Assume it takes the right amount of time then, I'm going to be extending training anyway.

>>4411290
>>Keep at a distance/remain skeptical you stop to ask the stranger where they’re going
>Jack of Trades

>>4411290
>Keep at a distance/remain skeptical you stop to ask the stranger where they’re going

>Alchemy/Magick
>Spirituality/Religious Ecstasies
Let's make those golems

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>>4411536

Seems like we're picking up Raven while being reasonably skeptical.

As for Magic Affinity Looks like we got a 3-way tie.
>Alchemy/Magick
>Spirituality/Religious Ecstasies
>Drudicism/Elementalism

Works for me but I will acknowledge Traditional Magic to an extent especially given who you're learning from.

Writing Shortly

>>4411554

Before I forget, due to your choices Sarena is still gonna be thinking that magic is just a different form of science and follows a system/laws much like general reality. As well as it can be explained through methods like Clarke's Three Law. Basically Magitek.

Anything that she or someone smarter can't scientifically explain she doesn't believe in like a true skeptic. Which is ironic in itself considering she uses forces that essentially bend those rules aka Chaos Energy.

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>>4411554

Slowing down your car just enough to observe you carefully document the strange goth girl. Violet eyes to match her lavender if not arguably violet hair. Aside from her pale skin was a red jeweled crystal embedded on her forehead. Specifically around where the Ajna chakra was located. This mysterious girl just oozes dark and mysterious. Slender yet curvy, she was quite the girl, next girl, in a gothic kind of way. Though what caught your attention was the coy and docile vibes that she was giving. If teen insecure monthly was a thing she’d be the poster child.

Now there was always a chance that her innocent and naive look was a mere act. It was the middle of nowhere in the wasteland. Perfect for some slasher-like shenanigans to have their way with you. Paranoia from watching too many horror movies aside you were generally right in your pessimistic skepticism. Even if you are now unbelievably strong with an assortment of superpowers, it wasn’t exactly wise to drop your guard. As you come closer to leaving her, curiosity and your conscience would soon get the better of you.

Stopping your car abruptly right beside Raven, you tilt your sunglasses to look her in the eyes.“...Alright, you got five minutes to tell me who you are and where you are heading.” You curtly state, keeping your guard while being mostly neutral.

Blinking in confusion the lavender haired teen adverts her gaze before getting the strength to speak. “My name is Rachel Roth, age fifteen. I came here from Azarath, a parallel world from earth looking to do some good here. I’m looking for a ride to the nearest city and start from there.” She politely abets timidly explains her backstory. Omitting certain elements such as being a half-demon since she didn’t want to be alienated by you.

If you could roll your eyes any further from the clearly fabricated story you’d swear your eyeballs would come off. Then again, given your background, you weren’t really in any position to be a skeptic. Still, you merely rationalize that this mysterious girl was some sort of Wiccan fangirl. From her demeanor so far she didn’t look like any real threat. So reluctantly you find yourself feeling sorry for her. Anyone else would’ve eaten Rachel alive with such naivety. And if nothing else, having some company would keep things from getting boring.

“My name is Sarena Rosenberger, age sixteen. Turning seventeen in a few months. I’m heading to Gotham to talk to a stage magician. I can drop you off the nearest town on my trip, or you can come with me to Gotham if you’re serious about wanting to do some good. “ As you explain you unlocked the door and open the seat.

>>4412783

Taken by your kind offer, Rachel slowly steps into the car before getting herself seated. Silently nodding as thanks, Rachel gently closes the door. And with that, you start to press your pedal to the metal you took off in your convertible and drove off in style.

>Question Rachel into proving her story to you with a demonstration
>Try to get to know Rachel by asking the basics and more of her life story
>Share some of your persona life to Rachel in order to get her to open up to you
>Keep quiet and focus on the road as you continue driving to Gotham
>Write-in

>>4412786
>>Share some of your persona life to Rachel in order to get her to open up to you

>>4412786
>>Share some of your persona life to Rachel in order to get her to open up to you

>>4412786
>>Share some of your persona life to Rachel in order to get her to open up to you

>>4412786
>Share some of your personal life to Rachel in order to get her to open up to you

When we get the first wiff of her doing some blatantly supernatural shit we gotta be a little awed that she was telling the truth here. Like, we didn’t believe her at first and thought it was just an attention thing, a sarcasm thing, or a metaphor about starting your life over but we liked the cut of her jib so we gave her a ride anyway and maybe now we have a super friend!

If she reciprocates this, we as players gotta decide here and now if we are willing to punch her dad right in his goddamn face on her behalf in a few years without any hesitation

>>4412786
>>Share some of your persona life to Rachel in order to get her to open up to you

>>4412863
Supporting This

It'll be funny if we end up being the older sister she never had. Also I M A G I N E if she also breaking out of het shell and joining the E-thot squad

>>4412786
>Question Rachel into proving her story to you with a demonstration

>>4412863
Sold. Seconding this.

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>>4413057

Nothing like a country crossing road trip between your bestie to really living things up. At least that would appear to look like on the surface. Truthfully you know next to nothing about Rachel. Well, that wasn’t completely true since she did give the introduction about her home Azarath and the magic the interdimensional space carries. As if you would treat her explanation as anything more than it really was. A fabricated fantasy of someone just looking for attention and hiding the fact she’s homeless. Whether she ran away from home or was abandoned you couldn’t say.

Regardless, you were in for a rather quiet if not awkward road trip. Rachel was pretty quiet during the drive down to the street. Often keeping to herself and merely looking at the scenery. She was like a child who never seen the outside world before. As nice as it was having such a polite and considerate passenger accompanying you, it was also unbearably ticklish the more you paid close attention. If you don’t do something quick you swear the awkward silence was going to drive you ballistic.

Letting out a small sigh, you firmly break the silence by starting with something small. “Did you know I happen to like books?”

“...Books?” Rachel slowly asks, creeping her head from the street. “What kind of books do you like?”

“Well, I’m literati, apart of the intelligentsia. So I like a bunch of different literary genres, but my personal favorite would have to be that of folktale and fiction. With a healthy side of the occult and mystery/horror.”

Hearing you speak about horror and the occult especially made Raven’s violet eyes light up in awe. A subtle grimace brushes upon your face before you covered it up with a smile. You couldn’t break her heart to tell her that you swayed to Historical, Science, and Philosophical Fiction as you got older. And it wasn’t like you were lying as some part of you still hold fondly to the folklore and myths that comprised fairy tales. Even so, your pragmatic mind kept you grounded and interested in stories set in more believable setpieces. Occult and horror was only a byproduct from your research trying to decode your ancestor’s grimoire.

>>4413085

Aside from that, it was all kid’s stuff for you. You didn’t hate it but it didn’t hold interest to you. Or so you told yourself. Even so, it was a good way of you opening up more of your experiences as you found things that you and Rachel shared. Despite being a textbook definition of a goth, she was quite an intellectual bookworm herself. From telling her how you didn’t have many friends during late elementary/early middle school due to kids being jealous of your smarts to talking about your job at the pizzeria. Rachel was reacting quite fondly to listening to you sharing more about yourself and your past. Almost as if she found a kindred spirit with you.

In response to opening up to Rachel, she in turn opened up to you. From sharing about her favorite color to talking about her life in the monastery in Azarath, you find yourself learning a lot about your hitchhiker on your long road trip. Although you still found it hard to believe her story, it was becoming clear exactly why Rachel was a complete introvert. Especially when it came to how she talked about submergence of her emotions and a serene state of mind. Although nowhere near as jaded or reclusive like yourself, it seems you and Rachel are two birds of a feather.

Eventually, the two of you would find yourself reaching another city as you’re only halfway there from here to Gotham.

>Rest up for the night and plan your next course of action for tomorrow
>Start preparing your next video as Stacie and ask Rachel to assist you by holding the camera
>Try to find a gothic or creepy spot to continue bonding with Rachel
>Use your identity as Stacie to further open Rachel up and let her have some teenage fun just the two of us
>Humor Rachel’s “occultism” by showing your grimoire and using a little of your power
>Continue driving into the late-night while offering a blanket and pillow for Rachel
>Ask Rachel if she really believes all that stuff about "magic"
>Write-in

>>4413086
>>Humor Rachel’s “occultism” by showing your grimoire and using a little of your power

>>4413086
>Use your identity as Stacie to further open Rachel up and let her have some teenage fun just the two of us

Well if she needs a serene state of mind, let’s introduce her to a bit of acting outside herself. Sometimes its fun to step out of your own shoes!

Also, can we get clarification on what middle american city we’re in? Are we in a small Kansas town smack dab in the middle of the country? Are we passed the Mississippi And sleeping for the Night in an Illinois or Ohio (both places Central City has been in pending the Earth if we want to get a KF preview. Would he try to move fast with Stacy I wonder? Wait, by my own metric that also risks this being Hub City...fuck)

...sorry, just over here being a DC lore hound

>>4413096

Central City is where you're shopping for the night. So the latter. You picked up Raven somewhere around Kansas and Mississippi.

And don't be, it's charming.

>>4413096

I'm before we inadvertently somehow turn Raven into this world's equivalent of Elvira, Mistress of The Dark, but for books.

>>4413086
>>Try to find a gothic or creepy spot to continue bonding with Rachel

>>4413096
Supporting this but adding

>Promising to go to somewhere creepy and showing Rachel your powers and grimiore as an incentive.

Just wait until we get starfire in on this

>>4413092
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>>4413144
Seems like I waited long enough. Luckily like I have an idea on how to make all this work. Anyway, give me a standard 2d100 roll.

Rolled 62, 90 = 152 (2d100)

>>4413086
>>Humor Rachel’s “occultism” by showing your grimoire and using a little of your power
>>4413210

Rolled 36, 11 = 47 (2d100)

>>4413210

Rolled 12, 24 = 36 (2d100)

>>4413210
>Humor Rachel’s “occultism” by showing your grimoire and using a little of your power

Rolled 37, 45 = 82 (2d100)

>>4413210

Rolled 12, 21 = 33 (2d100)

>>4413210

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>>4413210

After driving for what was otherwise most of the day the two of you find yourselves reaching Central City, Missouri. Home to several of the speed force wielders known as Team Flash. An otherwise major city that has seen major expansion two times with the more recent one starting from World War I. Burgeoning into the present time you and Raven were assaulted with the exquisite beauty of the metropolitan aesthetic. As the sunsets, the lights came flashing vibrantly as it gives the city a technical variant of Las Vegas.

Maneuvering through the traffic and following the map you made your way into a comfy three-star hotel. With your stroke of fortune as Sarena, you could’ve pitched for a four-star hotel, arguably fifth if you coast on your clout as Stacie Sulman. However, you chose for practicality rather than vanity. Fracturing the fact that you slept in your car for a couple of days to make great strives it was worth treating yourself. Lastly, you begin factoring in Rachel into your calculations and it wouldn’t sit with you having her roughing it even if she looks the part.

Checking into the hotel, you and Rachel made your way through the stairs and into a luxury room. It was practically a “steal” for you as you were quite meticulous when it came to persuading and bargaining. On the verge of wanting to sink into your bed and relax, you refrained from doing so. Instead, you navigated yourself to the showers. Stopping mid-way from entering, you choose to give the first shower to Rachel. Initially, she refused but after much “convincing” you successfully pushed Rachel into cleaning herself off.

Once she was settled did you finally stepped into the showers and just let your troubles melt away. Perhaps it was due to your innate affinity towards nature-based magic such as druidry, elementalism, and wu xing that you feel so in touch with the natural world. Especially that of fluids like water as you feel yourself being energized by the soothing liquids. Empowering you with every drop that sprinkled in your body. All manner of fatigue and weakness fading away while simultaneously strengthening and reinforcing your mind, body, and soul. There was a reason why every workout you drench yourself with sufficient amounts of water.

>>4413340

This was probably a clear sign that you were becoming more attuned to your alter ego, Sophia. Just being near any source of fluids end up purifying as it has to be a conscious effort on your part to control the automatic properties. Being the avatar of a primordial monstrosity of chaos and the culture heroic deity certainly have its perks. But your mind merely rationalized it being some sort of science rather than genuine incomprehensible ancient magic to fully explain the supernatural phenomenon. All of the “magic” that you can do was supporting this theory as Alchemy, Magick (Thelema), Spirituality/Shamanism, Mysticism (religious ecstasies), and Jewitchery/Magickal Judaism was all that could be explained through such mediums.

Thus an idea begins to unravel in the depths of your mind. On the off chance that Rachel was telling the truth then it would be in your best interest to get the opinion of an expert on the manner of your grimoire. More likely you believed Rachel to be too wrapped up in imagination to notice such delusions. At worst she could just be a metahuman with powers that only seem like magic but actually operates on a scientific level. Either way, this reveal was going to blow the socks right off of her. If nothing else, it also gets the elephant out of your hair as you got a schedule to keep as Stacie.

“So Rachel, you say that you’re well inverse in the occult right?’” You humorously asks, stepping out of the shower in cloth. ‘I’ve actually got something, I want to show you. I think you might find yourself in for a surprise.”

Tilting her head slowly from her book, Rachel looks curiously as you made your way to your bag. Quickly fishing out an aqua colored grimoire you gently display the book to the goth with genuine curiosity. Setting the book right beside her you walked back to give yourself enough room between the two of you.

“Pleroma!” Spinning into a twirl your body circulates the fluids around you into a watery vortex. In a blink of an eye, the water-like cocoon dissipates to reveal you in your avatar form.

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Complete with the armor of the leviathan you appear more robust and ample than you normally was when ditching your baggy clothing and fake glasses. Adding the fact you grew an extra foot and bulking up more mass it’s safe to say that Rachel would be starstruck by your majestic appearance. Once again you were left to marvel at your statue since it was once again effortless for you transforming and drawing out the essence coursing through you. For someone who as self-taught you as nothing short of a genius. So its only natural you take pride in displaying yourself. More and more coming to terms with your inner apex predator/thotness.


“So what do you think? I bet you didn’t know that I can do something like this. But look and behold, that’s not all that this mystical transformation can do. ‘ As you explain the accessories that comprised your attire began to polymorph.

Twisting and reshaping its physical form the armor it weaves into a web of fantastic fabric and textiles. Breaking down and reconfiguring at lightning-fast speeds you find yourself doing a new outfit in magical girl fashion. Black cropped jacket vest with a fluffy white hoodie, white wrist cuffs, a black bikini top & bottoms, pleated blue micro mini skirt with a punkish black belt t match your top, and tan pantyhose to tie it all together. For added style point your auburn brown hair changed into a hot pinkish shade with matching eyes.

“And wallah. I can also morph the armory and its accessories to anything I can think of for wear. All while still granting me the same indestructible and everlasting properties of the hide of the leviathan. It can even do cosmetic changes too. I know that doesn’t sound a lot but when you’re an internet celebrity like me, it immensely saves on having to apply the right makeup and clothing before getting the camera rolling.” You remark confidently, keeping one hand on your thunder thick thighs and the other fanning yourself from your radiant beauty. “Does this fit the same mysterious mysticism as this Azarath.”

Rachel, on the other hand, took a moment to gather her thoughts as she was looking at your grimoire before turning back to you.“So that’s where that insurmountable repertoire of mystical energy I’ve been sensing is coming from. I could feel the moment we came into contact that you were busting with magic but I wasn’t sure if you were possessed or carrying something that could be emitting such powerful readings. The monks never told me that there was a magi as unorthodox as yourself in this realm. ‘

“Just as I thought. Well, you shouldn’t feel bad I kinda figured that-’ Before you could finish your self prepared rant you opened your eyes to Rachel currently levitating your grimoire as black telekinetic energy wraps around it turning the pages. ‘“Erm, what did you just said?”