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@rightfulconcerto T.Y.

Idk how to edit sprites that much so bwaaaaagh. Migraine blast to this faggot

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H.P.M.

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If you could make one wish, anything at all, in exchange for fighting against those who would bring despair to humanity.... would you?

There was a profound silence for several minutes. Smoke hovered in the air as the child contemplated her options.

A wish was on offer. Extracurricular to the company. An opportunity to get or do whatever she wanted. With this, she could bathe in as much blood as she pleased, break her contract, she could even see that child again...

Anything at all...? Tch. You drive a hard bargain.

Yet, there was hesitation. The child knew the stipulations of her contract. She knew something like this wouldn't fly. And besides...

Who would look after Sinclair, Dante- Don Quixote? With an all-too-casual flick of ash, she declared her answer to the little animal's offer.

I'll decline for now. S.T.D.

M.A.R.T.I.A.L.

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Gregor's getting turned into an Abnormality the old way. You may want to check it out.

Oh? This I have to see.

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P.

Apparently I need to make an "intro post," but I fucking hate this site, so I'm not doing that.

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Take this!

Transformation "Futatsuiwa Clan's Curse"

*in a puff of smoke, you turn into a cute butterfly*

Hmph.

The child had been hovering over the post button for quite some time. Brushes wet with fresh "ink" sat in a cup next to her. A scroll, freshly inscribed with the image of a bake-danuki, was unfurled before her. She seemed to regard it with some vague emotion.

Wasn't expecting the R.D. to exist in other worlds. Maybe this Mirror stuff is more interesting than I gave it credit for.

And yet, a sense of dissatisfaction hung heavy in the air. The child was unhappy with this arrangement in some way. Perhaps the same could be said of the other Children afflicted with this curse.

It's unoriginal. But, I'll accept this commission anyway. After all...

With a ding, her PDA accepted the anonymous user's magic. Today, the child would assume the role of a Liu Fixer. The sort who might enjoy a pair of wings. Ones that burned with the same heat as the Ardor Blossom Moth. As they sparked up, scattering their explosive dust, the child's eyes glowed like embers.

... "This Company accepts all." That's a cruel, cruel statement.

PROFILE WORD/PHRASE UNLOCK: It's Unoriginal. But, I'll accept this commission anyway.

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What's your favourite EGO to use? I think contempt, awe looks pretty cool.

The elegant rending of C.A. just barely surpasses the artistic flames of F.M.F.

She took a drag, flicking away a little ash as she became lost in thought.

But neither of them will suffice. The flame born of my own agonies is my favorite. Exemplary, isn���t it? F.F.T.F surpasses both as an entirely original work.

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🍪 enjoy

Thank.

Between puffs of her cigarette, the Fourth Sinner could be seen munching on this little gift.

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What's your favourite weapon? I'd assume the odachi but you never know!

Heh. Close. Main weapon's the sheathe. Knives are also alright; Adds a personal touch to every kill I like. The ōdachi's for a S.O.

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N.C.

Hands you @lct-skaa’s head?

.A.AAAAHHHHHH????????????

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A.A has begun?

Hands you @lct-skaa’s head?

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Yō. L.Y.S.

W.T.T.

I've been lurking some time, but I think it's high time I said hello to the other mirrors and divisions of this company.

Hi, you can call me the Thaumaturge. While this is a personal blog, I'll put my company bio here for disclosures sake:

Name: [REDACTED]

Height: 5’8

Weight: Approx. 70 kg

Age: Approx. Mid 20s

Eye Color: Red (black sclera)

Hair Color: Deep Brown

Preffered Weapon: Scientia Potentia Est (caster’s gauntlet)

Sinner No. #1

#7526d5 Tainted Purple

Callsign: Scientia Potentia Est

[The Thaumaturge] was formerly a member of the Index, who was exiled for witnessing the loom uninvited, and promptly seeking to recreate the technology for herself.

Her exile from the index wasn't only for seeing the loom and experiencing divine madness, but also because Thauma is a curious soul. And her curiousity led her eyes to drift toward the other fingers' technology, to singularities. Idle hands are the devil's tools; and hers were perfect for tinkering and trying to replicate such things.

Thauma’s Technologies include, but are not limited to:

Ability-enhancing bramble tattoos

Eyes which can allow her to see the alchemical makeup of anything and anyone at will

Taloned gauntlet that uses gem-like “foci” and the information stored within for various different uses (Status Effects + Lifesteal)

An android twin with a cell-for-cell duplicate of her brain.

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Can i hold the sword please 🥺 i won't do anything bad im only a small backstreets child

Ryōshū recoiled and placed a hand on the hilt of her sword. It was as though those mere words alone alarmed her.

Hands off, unless you’re looking to B.A.R.F.

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Finally, a good post. T.I.L.E.

shrimps and cigs at thee bus stop. that's what's up

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The Fourth took this opportunity to light herself a new cigarette. After all, she had already smoked her previous one to the filter. With something like a sigh of relief, she exhaled a thick plume of smoke.

You... You have potential. Don't be ashamed of it. We'll make an artist of you yet.

most attractive abno?

There's a pause, as Sinclair scans the ask. She... Seems to turn the phone around in her hands for a few moments, as she paces about her room. Her palms seem to grow sodden as she continues to mull her answer over, and so for a moment, the phone seems to slip from her hand; but she manages to awkwardly grab it, as she finally flops backwards, onto her bed, and begins to write a reply, all while... Barely looking at the screen.

As if looking at the screen made the answer worse.

"...Fairy Festival."

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そうですか。

most attractive abno?

There's a pause, as Sinclair scans the ask. She... Seems to turn the phone around in her hands for a few moments, as she paces about her room. Her palms seem to grow sodden as she continues to mull her answer over, and so for a moment, the phone seems to slip from her hand; but she manages to awkwardly grab it, as she finally flops backwards, onto her bed, and begins to write a reply, all while... Barely looking at the screen.

As if looking at the screen made the answer worse.

"...Fairy Festival."

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most attractive abno?

What a pointless question. Do you presume that I’m some kind of deviant? Is it because I have a fascination with the artistry of the human form?

The Fourth Sinner extinguished the smoldering end of a smoked cigarette.

S.F. or F.S.

It’s not even close.