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how does she take losing her abilities... tell me

I think part of the reason Evvie wanted to be a magical girl so much was, along with being able to fight in the name of justice and protecting people, a sense of power that she didn’t have at home.

Evvie was...an abused kid, and she always saw magical girls as people able to determine their own destiny and not let anyone get in their way. Of course, that’s not the truth ever because of how she’s a Wished, but it gave her a glimmer of hope she otherwise wouldn’t have. She finally felt powerful when she was a magical girl. She could fight, win, and do something good in the process. Those were three perks to her job and powers.

So the loss of her powers had a pretty strong impact. She didn’t really care about contracting with people in the first place, but the fact that her magical girl powers were greatly reduced pisses her off. It’s also made her insecure, but she doesn’t really like talking about it with people since she likes to pretend that they aren’t reduced or weakened. Talking about it just brings it to her attention and she hates that.

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I might write anything from a paragraph to a whopping essay, but send me something you’ve noticed about my characterization or just something you want to know about my muse and I will write what I can!

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idk why xkit is doing this but if my replies look weird its because of that

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“Uh- is that…?” He gestures, ECHO eye scanning the girl before him.

[ >Cat… thing??? ]

“Is that a tail?”

Evvie said nothing for a few seconds, but during those seconds she had a disgruntled expression on her features as she looked him over.

“Are those weird skin flaps? For ears? Where’s your fur, are you okay? You look so fucking cold and weird without fur.” Evvie wasn’t really serious--she had seen humans her whole life, but she couldn’t resist making those kinds of comments.

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Mona LeBlanc was in a state of panic. Their Rotom, Tesla, was not cooperating with them for this attempt to extract ghost type energy. Tesla, predictably, was a mischievous, hyper little fellow who liked to cause screen glitches and fill the entire screen with their face. But the little Rotom’s pranks and refusal to listen to Mona weren’t malicious, just silly. Although, in science, there was a time and a place for funny pranks and right now was not it. They had to meet a deadline! But Mona wasn’t the type to get angry at their pokemon. But they were very exasperated over what was happening!

Type energy was a far more stable, predictable, cheaper form of Infinity Energy. At least according to Mona’s calculations. Experiments were always important. It was one thing to write out a reaction on paper, and a whole other experience to actually witness it with your own eyes. And it wasn’t like type energy was ultimately superior–it was far more limited in uses. Type energy wouldn’t be ripping entire holes in space-time anytime soon. It was just more accessible and safer to work with.

The extraction process didn’t hurt the pokemon–Mona wouldn’t even have gotten this far if it would have. Mona never wanted to hurt a single pokemon ever.

They wanted to help the world in any way they could. They had a vested interest in technology, and would do ANYTHING to make sure the world was a better place than when they left it. This was their purpose in life. To create and heal. They loved to invent and create–nothing else would satisfy them.

The computer screen finally settled back to normal. Oh thank god.. With a relived sigh, Mona clacked in the numbers of the calculation. They clicked the ‘extract’ button, and the huge machine lights turned from red to green. The whirr of the computer fan hummed loudly as it went to work. A purple glow came from the machine hooked up to the computer.

hey watched it expectantly, but also on edge. This was the very first time testing out this form of extraction, and anything could go wrong! Their teal eyes fell on the computer screen, watching it. They hoped Tesla would be okay–if Tesla got hurt, they would never forgive themselves.

The green lights turned to red again, and the computer fan’s humming quieted.

“A-Are you alright, Tesla? Do you feel okay?” They asked.

Tesla’s face filled the entire screen once more and the Rotom giggled. Tesla seemed okay. Hesitantly, Mona undid the lid of the machine hooked up to the computer.

Purple, transparent, glowing crystals sat at the bottom of the centrifuge. Mona picked up the ghost-type crystals with a pair of clamps, hesitantly. As if they expected them to explode at any moment or for something to go wrong. Nothing happened! It would seem as though Mona was correct.

“TESLA! WE DID IT!” Mona squealed, excitedly showing the Rotom the crystals.“Thank you so much! This means the world to me!” Mona kissed the computer screen.

Tesla blushed.

(My pokemon OC, Mona LeBlanc!)

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Pat had a fishing pole, but she wouldn’t be using chum or a colorful fake fish for a lure. Instead, she attached a mechanical hand to the string. Cheerfully humming a tune from her favorite movie (A guilty pleasure.)–she sat by the brook of the grey river in the pure white room. With a swipe, she cast the line in the water. Shadows of the dead milled about in the Ghost Room. She paid them no heed. They all said the same things–it got boring to listen to their regrets after the first few timeloops.

The Zeppeli family was plagued with a curse. Whenever a Zeppeli assisted a Joestar, the Zeppeli would die.

…Pat Suzuki didn’t like that one bit. She hated it. Her life was always miserable, but she always dreamed of adventure. She was lonely, friendless, and never seemed to really like herself all that much.

The trip to Egypt was everything she could have wanted–she got a really cool arm cannon that was obnoxiously powerful (When it actually hit. She was a terrible shot with the thing.), badass sun powers, she was sent to go fight a vampire, and she event got embroiled up in a battle for the fate of the entire world! This was the adventure of a lifetime!

But it was that damn curse that ruined everything. Fucking why!?! It wasn’t fair! Jotaro and the gang was everything to her, and she wanted to have more adventures with them! She wanted to live! She wanted everyone to live! How could she have only 50 days at most to enjoy her freedom from her shitty, limiting family and her newfound kickass powers?

All her life, she felt that she had been denied her chance at the happy ending she always wanted.

But The Creator was a cruel god who saw her as a mere puppet for his own entertainment. He had a weakness–chainsaws.

Pat would kill him, and claim her fate from his hands.

Even if she’d had to go through multiple timeloops to do so.

The fishing pole yanked, and Pat pulled back. The being she pulled out was a man who’s body looked as if it as sculpted in stone, his purple hair flowing, a three magnificent horns jutting from his forehead in the shape of a crown. Chainsaw-like blades jutted from his arms.

Pat summoned the arm cannon, Quicksilver.

“Power levels at 120%! EAT AN ENTIRE ASS, KARS!” A torrent of power erupted from Quicksilver in the man’s direction. And so, the fight begun.

Kars wasn’t The Creator. But his arm would be used a weapon against The Creator.

(Pat Suzuki! My 7th Stand User OC! It’s a Jojo fangame basically.)

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“Hey. I’m bored as hell, d’you have somethin’ to do? Like a game or somethin’.”

“Eh?” Evvie looked up from a sketchbook she had bought from a store. Little drawings for clothes and fashion designs were scattered about on the paper. Many half-decent ideas were scratched out, rather hastily as if out of frustration. Frankly, she wanted to procrastinate coming back to her home sector, the smog-choked sector two. It was terrible for a nature fae like herself.

The catgirl thought for a moment.

“We could do a game where we try to describe something and the other person has to figure out what the shit the other person is talking about! If you like those kinda games.”

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‘The train to sector one will be late by an hour. We apologize for the inconvenience.’

Great, fantastic. He should have guessed that would’ve happened, and now he was going to get late home. Well, it wasn’t like he had something to do, but it was going to be a pretty boring hour. All the people here were him and another person, sitting right next to Shinji. After a while, maybe it’d be better if he just said something.

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i kinda wanna participate in the jjba community, being a jojo fan myself, but im afraid ppl are going to think i ripped off evvie’s powers from killer queen when i actually had her powerset and characters years before i got into jojo

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“Put the damn donuts down or you’re going to be eating exploding poached purple egg, fucko.” Evvie threatened, her fangs gleaming. A gloved hand clutched a purple egg. Nobody touched her donuts. Absolutely no one, not without permission. That was the LAST apple fritter of the day, and she wasn’t willing to go hunting for more donut shops.

Somehow, this seemed familiar to her, but she couldn’t figure out why,

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PIGEON! PIGEON! Evvie enjoyed chasing pigeons. That was her favorite part of cities--there was always a stray pigeon to chase! Or maybe even a flock! While in the wild she had to hunt for them and it was always one or two birds, here they flocked together! It was so satisfying to run into a flock of pigeons and watch them scatter in a grey blizzard of feathers.

One part she didn’t like, though, was that her attention was so scattered chasing the birds. She slammed into someone. “SORRY!” She apologized.

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“I’m 20 years old! And, I look like a kid because I’m short! Please do not make that kinda comment about me, okay? And I’m Evvie! My actual name is weird, so I use Evvie! ” Evvie replied cheerfully.  “And I don’t know what to really say, except I don’t betray people unless I have REALLY good reason to do so. Reasons that will probably never come up ever. My word is fucking binding. So very binding. I know that trust doesn’t come easily, but let me tell you I mean every word I say.”

Friends don’t work like this, right? It doesn’t matter as long as they do their job…which really isn’t a real job ..but you know! Just don’t betray me. It’s not like Versace would hurt someone who stopped being friends with him. No he’s not that petty.  No matter how much he tries to hide it, he is a human with normal human emotions. Rejection makes him sad too.

“That’s fine I suppose. How old are you anyway? You look young.. We should know each other’s names if we’re going to be friends. I’m Donatello Versace. Nice to meet you. “ heh. That’s funny. It’s been a while since he told anyone ‘nice to meet you’ and meant it.

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“Father’s...lackeys?" Evvie stared at him for a moment. Damn. His dad must be pretty important to a degree if he had lackeys.

“Well, I could be your friend if you wanted! I mean, it’s only an offer but hey, I, too, could also use more friends! I only have two other friends. This could be a mutually beneficial arrangement!”

“Oh! That’s what you meant. Well…They’re not really friends..it was just my Father and his lackeys. They can’t really ‘turn’ if they weren’t on my side to being with, but you’re still right. I should probably have more friends.” 

Easier said than done for someone whose paranoid and beyond distrustful of everyone’s motives, but you can’t really blame him, seeing who he’s related to and how he grew up.

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“Not at all! I was using a...what the fuck was that word? Oh yeah, exclamation! ‘Cripes’ is an exclamation! And you really should try to find better friends if you can. If they turn on you that easily, they’re pretty shitty fucking friends.”

“Cripes? Blood? Are you talking about those two gangs? Anyway. Thanks for your concern, but that’s life.”

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“...”

“Damn, you didn’t like being treated like shit and now everyone’s turning on you? Fucking cripes dude. Blood is bullshit, anyway.”

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Evvie kicked open the door (after unlocking it, of course.) of the apartment with her foot. No reason whatsoever. She just wanted to be cool, that’s all. And make an impression on her roommates that she was super cool. Cool people banged doors open with their feet. Conversely, there were no people other than her that she knew who kicked open doors.

Therefore, Evvie assumed, she was the only cool person she knew.

She looked around the apartment, looking for any possible roommates. She wanted to know if they heard her kicking open the door.

“Is there ANYONE home? Did I fucking kick this door open for nothing?”