At first, I was genuinely relieved by the interruption. Anything, literally anything, was better than Yang staring at me like she was weighing the pros and cons of grounding me versus suplexing me straight through the floor for the heinous crime of "accidentally electrocuted older sister."
But then, as Yang's glare finally cracked and she huffed, stomping toward the front door like a golden tornado of fury, my sigh of relief escaped far faster and louder than I expected.
Who on Remnant could possibly be visiting us?
Uncle Qrow? Maybe.
A friendly traveler?
Yeah. Right.
We lived in the middle of the woods. No neighbors. No door-to-door salesmen, unless you counted the ones Yang had inadvertently scarred for life. Just wildlife. Grimm. And the occasional extremely unfortunate wanderer who mistook our forest for a scenic shortcut.
While I spiraled through increasingly absurd theories, Dad cleared his throat.
That sound alone yanked my attention back to him. Like a giant, invisible leash snapping taut.
And the look on his face?
Made my stomach contract like it had just been folded into origami.
He wasn't smiling. Not even one of those "fake, please don't worry" smiles. Not even a twitch at the corner of his mouth. He looked worried in a way that didn't leave room for jokes.
"Ruby," he said quietly, folding his arms across his chest with a precision that made it seem like he'd been practicing for decades, "we need to talk about your Semblance."
Oh.
That kind of serious.
"Okay?" I answered, trying desperately not to look like a small squirrel caught with a stolen stash of nuts.
"It's dangerous," he said. Not loudly, not angrily, just firmly, like the kind of warning that sinks into your chest and refuses to leave. "You shouldn't be using it unless it's absolutely necessary."
Dangerous?
"Dad, I don't even know how to activate it on purpose," I blurted, words tumbling over each other like frantic squirrels. "I just... something jumps out at me, I panic, and then... pop! Petals everywhere."
His mouth twitched despite himself, the kind of movement that betrayed an urge to smile or chuckle, but the worry in his eyes remained solid, immovable.
"Then... don't let yourself get startled," he said, voice calm but carrying the weight of a man trying to convince himself that reasoning could outweigh the chaos of his own fears.
I stared at him like he'd just suggested I knit a sweater out of Grimm teeth.
"Dad," I said slowly, weighing each word, "everything startles me. Yang startles me. Spoons startle me. One slightly aggressive-looking leaf once almost made me cry."
He snorted before he could stop himself, the sound brief but humanizing, then rubbed the bridge of his nose like he was physically shoving the humor back into a drawer while trying to leave the worry on the table where it belonged.
"I'm serious, Ruby," he said more quietly, voice dropping into a weighty, almost dangerous calm. "Yang told me what happened during your sparring session."
My heart skipped a beat.
"She said... you lost control."
I swallowed so hard my throat filed a formal complaint.
"And..." He hesitated, inhaled, then exhaled with a slow, trembling sigh. "Last night... you were sleepwalking."
My brain stalled. And then promptly flatlined.
"...What?"
My eyes widened so fast I was pretty sure they would pop out.
"Wait, seriously?!" I burst out, voice cracking on the last word like a poorly tuned violin.
Dad gave me a single, deliberate nod.
"If it weren't for Zwei," he added, gesturing vaguely down the hallway, "barking like the house was on fire... we probably wouldn't have even woken up."
I blinked. Blinked again. That didn't make me feel better. That made it worse. Much worse.
"You walked straight into the living room," he continued, lowering his voice as if the walls themselves might start eavesdropping. "You picked up Crescent Rose. Your eyes were open... but you weren't awake."
My stomach twisted itself into a tight, angry knot.
"You started moving like you were performing some kind of ritual," he said, voice dropping even lower, heavy with disbelief. "Then the weapon... shifted. Changed. Turned into a sword."
I sucked in a breath that felt like it might never leave.
"...And then it started glowing."
Silence stretched between us like warm taffy, slow, sticky, and impossible to ignore.
"And after all that," he finished, voice quieter now, almost mournful, "you calmly walked back to bed and tucked yourself in... like nothing had happened."
My jaw practically disconnected from my skull.
"Is that why I woke up hugging Crescent Rose like a stuffed animal?!"
Dad nodded slowly, like confirming a conspiracy theory that had been brewing for decades.
"We tried to take it away," he admitted. "You wouldn't let go. Not when I tried. Not when Yang tried."
He paused, inhaled a shaky breath.
"...You hissed."
I blinked. Blinked again. Then muttered, "Fantastic. My sleep-self has better battle instincts than my awake-self."
Dad let out a quiet breath that might have been a laugh, or might have been stress attempting escape velocity from his body. He rubbed the back of his neck, a gesture that said, I can't fix this. I can only survive it.
"I'm worried about you, Ruby," he said, voice firm but soft, the kind that makes you feel simultaneously loved and absolutely petrified. "That's why Qrow's coming by. Either this afternoon or tomorrow morning."
My heart stuttered like a dropped record.
"...Qrow?"
"He's taking you to Beacon."
My brain blue-screened.
"...Beacon? Really? Already?!"
"I called Ozpin," Dad said simply, as though summoning the Headmaster of Beacon was the same as ordering a cup of tea.
I stared at him like he'd just told me he'd wrestled a dragon for fun. "He owes me a favor?"
At that moment, something warm and bright filled my chest, an almost tangible glow of pride and gratitude. He had called the Headmaster of Beacon Academy... for me.
I couldn't stop smiling, not even if I tried.
"Dad, I promise I'll try not to get startled today," I said quickly, words tumbling out in a rush. "Or scared. Or surprised. Or emotionally shattered."
He huffed softly, like a small sigh of relief escaping the corners of his mouth.
"I won't lose control again," I added, pushing myself to sound more confident than I felt. "Besides... something happened in my dream."
He raised an eyebrow, sharp and slightly skeptical.
"There are... two me's," I explained slowly, tapping the side of my head. "Inside. They're arguing."
I swallowed hard. "...Fighting."
Silence. Thick. Heavy. Not awkward, but the kind of silence that makes your own heartbeat feel like a cannon in a library.
"And right now?" I forced a small, fragile smile. "They're in a stalemate. So I think... I'm safe."
Dad's face went through approximately twelve distinct emotions in under two seconds: confusion, horror, fatherly terror, regret, fear, and something that looked dangerously close to silent prayer. His hands twitched slightly at his sides as if ready to catch me if I suddenly collapse into insanity.
Finally, he settled on a gentle, carefully measured smile, but the worry never left his eyes.
"...That's good. That's... very good."
For a single, fragile moment, we just stood there.
Actual, peaceful silence.
Of course, the universe hated that.
Because right then, a loud, wet, grotesque croaking roar ripped through the air outside.
Followed immediately by Yang's panicked shout:
"RUBY, WHAT THE?!"
My body moved before my brain had a chance to complain.
I exploded into a storm of rose petals, blasting past Dad and out the front door like a crimson missile.
When I reformed on the front porch, my feet barely grazed the ground before my brain caught up.
I froze.
I was flabbergasted. Stunned and, completely, utterly shocked.
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So much for that promise to Dad, I thought bitterly.
What I saw next hit me so hard I was pretty sure my soul temporarily quit, filed a complaint, came back, and slapped me across the face for being an idiot.
Because Yang, my older sister, was fighting giant green frogs.
Not Grimm frogs.
Not "mad scientist did something bad" frogs.
Just... frogs.
This was unreal. Completely unreal. What in Remnant's name was happening inside my Semblance that could make this occur? I had literally promised Dad I wouldn't lose control.
And yet... here I was, already failing spectacularly.
Each frog was about the size of a sofa, with bulging, unblinking eyes, bumpy warty skin, and tongues long enough to snag squirrels out of trees.
No, I'm not exaggerating. I watched one swallow a squirrel whole while my sister was simultaneously throwing punches like a golden whirlwind.
Absolutely, mind-bendingly unreal.
And because the universe clearly had a personal vendetta against me, they were spitting sizzling globs of acid that hissed and burned the dirt wherever they landed.
Yang ducked one of the shots, skidding across the grass like she'd just been shot out of a cannon.
"WHY ARE THEY WET?!" she shouted, voice cracking under both terror and frustration. "AND WHY ARE THEY MAD ABOUT IT?!"
Her fists ignited, crimson flames licking the air.
She punched one square in the face.
BOOM.
The frog went flying like Yang had just uppercut a bowling ball, and judging by the crack when it hit the tree, I wasn't far off.
Another frog's throat swelled ominously, bubbling like a boiling cauldron.
Yang pointed straight at it.
"Do not..."
It spat.
She barely rolled out of the way as the acid hit the ground, sizzling and steaming where she'd been standing just seconds before.
I didn't think. I didn't hesitate.
Crescent Rose was already in my hands.
I swung.
SHING!
... And immediately realized it wasn't in scythe mode.
It was in the new sword form.
"OH COME ON!"
I completely misjudged the reach and ended up hacking off only one of the frog's legs.
The frog let out the most personally offended croak I had ever heard, like I'd just insulted its entire family tree.
"EWWW!" I shrieked, leaping back as it spasmed, spitting acid in every direction like an angry, biological lawn sprinkler.
Then, everything slowed.
The air thickened, sticky and viscous, like someone had poured syrup across the forest. Wind stretched. Yang's yelling warped into some kind of ghostly echo. The world dragged by, frame by frame, as if the universe itself had hit pause.
But I knew the truth.
This wasn't time slowing down.
This was me... speeding up.
Normally, when I used my Semblance, I exploded into a storm of rose petals a fleeting blur of crimson that carried me wherever I willed.
But this time… I didn't.
I was still me. Still solid. Still whole.
The realization hit like a shockwave.
Before, I had to trigger it to break apart, to scatter into petals, to force that burst of speed.
Now?
I was just… fast.
It felt natural. Like this had always been my base state, and I'd only just woken up to it.
That's why, when I looked back
A glob of sizzling acid hurtled straight toward my face.
I had just enough time to think Wow. This is either going to hurt really badly… or not at all.
It passed straight through me.
Petals burst outward as my body instinctively phased, reforming midair with a sharp, involuntary gasp.
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12/19=https://bloodborne.fandom.com/wiki/Burial_Blade?-Trick weapon wielded by Gehrman, the first hunter. A masterpiece that defined the entire array of weapons crafted at the workshop. Its blade is forged with siderite, said to have fallen from the heavens. Gehrman surely saw the hunt as a dirge of farewell, wishing only that his prey might rest in peace, never again to awaken to another harrowing nightmare.-Because of the high dice roll used to create it, Crescent Rose is exceptionally powerful, and switching between its sword and scythe forms is now instantaneous. Furthermore, all beast-, eldritch-, nightmare-, and similar monsters fear this weapon. In addition, any wounds inflicted by it cannot be healed by conventional means and will weaken the target over time. She also gains a small amount of insight and inherits some of Gehrman's scythe wielding skills.
"Okay! Okay! That was close! That was… very close!"
But the petals didn't fade like they usually did.
They hovered around me like dandelions, and I could feel them like extra limbs I'd never known I had. My aura wrapped around each one, sustaining them, shaping them, keeping them suspended in the air.
Waiting for my command.
I clenched my hand. The petals responded immediately. I flicked my wrist. Their edges sharpened, dozens of tiny crimson blades forming midair like a lethal cloud of knives.
"Oh," I whispered, awestruck. "...That's new."
I shot my arm forward, and they obeyed. The storm of blades ripped through the crippled frog in a cascade of red flashes, shredding it before it could even spit again.
Yang froze. Her mouth slightly open. "...Ruby?"
"I'M WORKING OUT SOME NEW SEMBLANCE STUFF!" I yelled back, already sprinting forward, adrenaline kicking in like espresso mixed with jet fuel.
More frogs exploded from the treeline, croaking in alarm, tongues snapping like wet, angry whips.
One launched itself at me in a full-body belly-flop attack.
I ducked, slid under it like I was in some ridiculous action montage, and slashed upward with the sword. The blade sang through the air, hitting clean. Not perfect. Not graceful. But clean.
My body felt... different.
Better. Like it was being guided.
This wasn't experience. This wasn't muscle memory. I'd seen Uncle Qrow fight. I was nowhere near that level. But somehow... something inside me knew what to do.
"Ugh, I need practice!" I groaned, tasting both frustration and exhilaration.
Yang rocketed past me in a blur of gold and red, laughing like a maniacal sunbeam.
"YOU'RE DOING GREAT, RUBY! LESS THINKING, MORE DESTROYING THESE DISGUSTING AGG THINGS!" she shouted.
I didn't argue. I didn't have time. I just... ran.
"YOU'RE DOING GREAT! But seriously less thinking, more obliterating these disgusting frogs!"
Yang slammed into two frogs like a golden wrecking ball, sending them flying with Ember Celica in a spray of acid and green goo. One landed in a bush with a wet splat that made me shudder.
Another frog tried to sneak up behind me.
Huge mistake.
I vanished in a swirl of rose petals and reformed on its back, Crescent Rose slicing through the air like a crimson scythe of justice.
"Hi," I said politely. Then, without hesitation, the blade drove straight down through its skull, cutting clean and fast.
That's when I felt it, a faint tug, a whisper at the edge of my awareness.
My aura... expanding.
Just a little.
Like a hidden reserve had finally been unlocked.
"...Wait," I muttered, blinking at the sudden surge. "Are these things... giving me experience points? Like a video game?"
Yang, unfazed, kicked another frog into a tree with a satisfying thwack.
"Thanks for watching my back, sis!" I shouted gleefully.
The remaining frogs panicked, croaking shrill alarms and flailing in every direction. Their retreat was just sad.
Yang and I tore through them with precision.
Petals slashed, fists smashed, exploding arrows rained down, and Crescent Rose carved arcs of crimson through the battlefield. The frogs didn't stand a chance.
Yang was a golden hurricane, flipping frogs over her shoulders, blasting them midair, and punching so hard I was almost convinced one had found religion before hitting the ground.
"One!" BAM!
"Two!" BOOM!
"STOP AIMING FOR MY FACE!" CRACK!
Meanwhile, I became a red blur, bursting, reforming, spinning. My petals acting like extensions of my own nerves, slicing anything dumb enough to stand in my way.
The frogs weren't that strong but they were everywhere.
Dozens of them.
Every fallen frog sent a faint warmth into my aura. Small but constantly stacking and then I got an idea. A really, really bad one some might say.
But me being me I tried it anyway.
"Spin."
The petals responded instantly, hardening, rotating, forming a miniature tornado around us. A tiny, lethal cyclone of razor-edged rose petals.
"...Oh."
A grin slowly spread across my face. "...That's VERY new."
The vortex widened, humming with destructive energy. A frog leapt straight into it, spinning helplessly before smacking into a tree with a wet, bark-splitting CRACK.
Yang's eyes went wide. "...Okay. That was insanely cool."
"NOT ON PURPOSE!" I shouted, swinging at another frog that had apparently been plotting to dissolve my face.
For the next five minutes, pure chaos reigned.
Yang launched frogs across the yard like a one-woman demolition crew. I zipped and sliced, petals whipping like a personalized natural disaster. Every leap, swing, and slash sent more green bodies tumbling in my wake.
The forest had transformed into a battlefield of warty limbs, sizzling acid patches, and airborne chaos.
One frog tried to sneak past me but I reformed mid-air, petals extending like a spiky cage, and pinned it in a storm of crimson blades.
Another frog leapt at Yang. She caught it mid-air with one arm, spun, and sent it crashing into two others, creating a domino effect of slimy carnage.
I felt it again. That faint pull. My aura, expanding. Faster this time. Stronger. Responsive.
Each swing, each deflection, each perfectly timed dodge fed it.
I could feel my Semblance learning. Reacting. Evolving.
And then... inspiration.
I flicked my wrist. The petals obeyed, forming a rotating, swirling barrier around me, slicing and deflecting frogs with deadly efficiency.
"...Oh." My lips curved into a wide, almost manic grin. "...That's VERY, VERY new."
The frogs tried to retreat. Mistake.
Yang and I tore through them, a storm of gold and crimson, fists, petals, and explosions leaving a trail of chaos.
Finally, the last frog let out a pitiful, crackling croak and collapsed.
I leaned on Crescent Rose, chest heaving, aura still pulsing faintly around me.
"... fifty?" I guessed, surveying the battlefield, now littered with splattered green goo, scorched dirt, and scattered limbs.
Yang collapsed next to me, fists still glowing faintly, hair singed.
"You... were insane," she said, still trying to breathe normally.
"I... might've been," I admitted, smearing a bit of acid off my cloak like it was chocolate frosting.
The forest finally fell silent. Except for the occasional sizzle and my own ragged breathing.
Yang shrugged, brushing a stray warty leg off her shoulder.
"I lost count somewhere between 'why are there so many frogs?' and 'I'm definitely going to tell this story to my school friends'" she admitted, a crooked grin tugging at her lips.
I collapsed Crescent Rose onto the porch, exhaling a long, shaky breath that might have carried equal parts relief and nausea.
"...Okay. Ew," I muttered, eyeing the half-dissolved frog guts like they were plotting against me. "...But also," I added, a small, reluctant smile creeping onto my face, "...that was kinda fun."
Yang's grin widened instantly, golden hair catching the sunlight like a halo.
"You were awesome. Super gross. But awesome," she said, nudging me with an elbow.
I almost laughed. Almost.
Then reality hit like a fist made of bricks.
We looked around.
Our yard... was no longer a yard.
It was a crime scene.
Frog limbs in unnatural angles. Acid-scorched dirt. Splatter patterns that refused to make sense in any sane geometry. Mystery goo in volumes I didn't want to quantify. So much mystery goo.
Yang slowly deflated, shoulders slumping like someone had sucked the joy out of her golden hair.
"...We have to clean this up, don't we?" she muttered.
A shadow stretched over us.
We turned.
Dad stood in the doorway, arms crossed, radiating quiet, terrifying disappointment. Like the kind that makes you want to crawl into a hole and hide until the world forgot you existed.
"You are absolutely cleaning this up," he said flatly, voice calm but deadly. "Professor Ozpin will be here later. I want this yard looking like it exists in the same reality as this house."
Yang and I exchanged a long, exasperated glance.
we had a Shared fear a, shared pain and, a shared destiny.
"...hggg," we said in perfect unison.
Cleaning frog guts was exactly as miserable as you'd expect.
Sticky.
Slimy.
Acidic.
And somehow... warm.
But still we cleaned side by side, we worked like unwilling participants in a cursed biology field trip. I scrubbed acid and frog blood from the porch, each swipe making me question every life decision that had led to this moment, while Yang shoveled vaguely sentient sludge into a growing, steaming pile.
"I'm never making frog legs again," Yang muttered, voice dripping with both disgust and disbelief.
"I'm never going to look at a frog the same way ever again," I replied, massaging my aching arms and trying not to gag.
This is what my life has become, I thought, scrubbing half-dissolved frog goo off warped wooden planks with a broom that would never emotionally recover.
Behind me, Yang was doing the exact opposite of helping.
She was poking corpses.
With a stick.
Over. And over. Again.
"Yang," I said without turning, voice flat. "Stop poking the dead frogs."
"I'm not poking," she replied casually, as if this were a completely reasonable hobby. She jabbed one frog, which responded with a deeply upsetting wet squelch. "I'm checking for post-mortem twitchiness."
"They're dead," I said, trying not to gag.
She poked another. Thoughtful.
"Ah, but how dead?" she asked. "This is called being thorough, Ruby. You should try it sometime."
I groaned, swiping another sizzling pile of half-dissolved acid-goo into a growing mound. My cloak fluttered with a flick of my wrist, accidentally kicking up a small gust that neatly spiraled a few chunks of frog into a grotesque little heap.
Cool.
Super cool.
Also, horrifically, disgustingly horrifying.
Yang wrinkled her nose, surveying the carnage with a mixture of fascination and revulsion.
"You know what's really messed up?" she said, voice low and incredulous. "These things... weren't even Grimm."
"Yeah!" I agreed, gesturing wildly at the acid-scorched yard. "Why were they so big?! What were they eating, couches? Picnic tables? Small cars? Small families?!"
She opened her mouth to answer, her eyes narrowing at the horror still fresh around us, and I braced myself for whatever ridiculous, horrifying explanation she'd manage.
And then a voice drifted through the trees.
EEP.
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8/13=https://kimetsu-no-yaiba.fandom.com/f/t/Susamaru?-Susamaru (朱す紗さ丸まる Susamaru?), also known as the Temari Demon (手て毬まり鬼おに Temari Oni?), was one of the two primary antagonists in the Asakusa Arc of Demon Slayer: Kimetsu no Yaiba, along with Yahaba. She was a demon who was tricked into believing she was a member of the Twelve Kizuki.-Due to the high role,she is powered up when she appears and gives a large amount of experience/aura when she is defeated. Although she is normally friendly, the interference of the evil God D has made her immune to sunlight, and she will attack anyone on sight."
"Good afternoon, young ladies."
That's when he appeared.
Yang and I whipped around in unison.
A man emerged from the trees as though the forest itself had birthed him.
If I had to describe him, it would be a tall man with black robes that seemed to swallow the light, he also had a wide-brimmed hat casting a shadow over eyes that seemed endlessly dark like a void he also wore Leather gloves a Boots polished to a dull, clinical shine. And a long, beaked mask that reflected the sunlight like a judgmental stare aimed straight at your soul.
Yang, sensing my hesitation before I could even process it, stepped in front of me, Ember Celica faintly glowing, her aura bristling like a golden storm ready to explode.
"Okay," she said slowly, cracking her knuckles, her voice calm but deadly. "You have exactly three seconds to explain why you're dressed like a Nevermore and standing in our yard."
The masked man tilted his head with stiff, deliberate politeness.
His voice was calm, almost pleasant, which somehow made it more unsettling given that his face was hidden behind polished glass and shadow.
"I am a doctor," he said evenly. "While passing through this region, I detected an unusual scent profile... and sounds not normally associated with local wildlife. I came to investigate the... disturbance."
His gaze dropped to the yard.
What used to be grass.
He surveyed the frog carnage with quiet, clinical interest, head tipping slightly to one side.
"Ah. A previously undocumented amphibian variant," he murmured. "Fascinating."
He looked back up at us.
"Would you permit me to collect several samples? And perhaps... assist with restoration of the premises?"
Assist?
Yang blinked.
I blinked.
We did not blink at the same time. It was somehow worse.
Finally, Yang leaned closer to me and whispered out of the corner of her mouth, "Ruby... is this guy a serial killer, or an actual medical professional?"
I whispered back without moving my lips. "I genuinely don't know. But he has a creepy mask, so he's either extremely legit or extremely dangerous."
The masked man tapped two fingers against his chest.
"You are safe," he assured us calmly. "I am not a threat. I am merely a traveler in pursuit of knowledge, and a cure."
Yang straightened slightly. "A cure for what exactly?"
He leaned forward just enough that the beak of his mask caught the light.
"The Great Pestilence."
And then there was silence all around the corps filled yard.
I hesitated, then asked, "I... don't think I've ever heard of that. If it's real... have you actually cured anyone?"
He straightened proudly.
"Indeed. Many times."
He paused.
Something in the air changed.
His voice softened.
Flattened.
"My cure," he continued more quietly, "is... imperfect. The cured often lose portions of their higher cognitive functions. Many become... more compliant. More obedient patients."
He blinked.
Slowly.
"...Oh."
Yang's knuckles cracked behind me.
Despite the creeping dread crawling up my spine, the man didn't lunge, didn't prepare an attack, didn't do anything theatrical.
He simply knelt.
Pulled out neatly wrapped, sterile tools.
And began examining one of the frog corpses with the calm focus of someone inspecting an interesting puzzle.
Yang leaned close and hissed behind her hand, "If he says the word leeches, I'm personally launching him into the sun."
I nodded without looking.
Despite the strange man's behavior, he did nothing but peacefully help us with our work for several minutes. Eventually, I grew bored of being vigilant, and soon, only Yang kept a close eye on him.
In the ensuing, awkward silence, it was inevitable that I would slowly drift a few careful steps away from everybody else while obsessing over The Dream.
I thought about the dark place inside my mind where all I could see was nothing but black, and that dark, or evil, version of me named D. And how I got there. Was it an egg? No, a giant cookie? A cocoon.
I let out a quiet, bitter "Hggg" as I looked down at the pool of frog guts and blood.
But just as I saw my distorted reflection in the crimson pool, I noticed a slight ripple. No, it wasn't a ripple, it was a change, a small one, almost imperceptible to the naked eye. A slight twist in my reflection's face.
As I noticed it, the twist grew larger, consuming the reflection, until the entire scene warped into a blinding white void. All I could see was white, and that woman, Shiraori, I think her name was, stood before me.
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7/7= https://jujutsu-kaisen.fandom.com/wiki/Boogie_Woogie-
Aoi Todo's innate technique. It allows him to swap the orientation of anything with enough requisite cursed energy by clapping his hands.- Due to the relatively low role D the evil God manages to interfere even more and gives this technique to Susamaru but due to the relatively low role she can only switch places every five seconds and it can minorly to majorly exhaust or damage her doing it.
A sharp, cold pain lanced through my chest.
I grabbed at the spot, convinced for a split second that I'd been stabbed but there was nothing there. No wound. No blood.
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5/3=https://worm.fandom.com/wiki/Ingenue?
Ingenue's power works by boosting one aspect of someone's power in exchange for dropping proficiency in another, such as more power at a loss of control, or more control at a loss of range, which she is able to choose. This has the unfortunate side effect of driving her "partners" homicidally insane after prolonged periods of use.[12] These thralls are noticeably off-kilter to those who know them.[13]
Ingenue can also change her personality into her target's 'ideal woman' which makes manipulating them easier.[14] It is also possible she could see a person's abilities like Chevalier could, if in a more detailed and specific way.[15]
Reliable application of power requires physical contact, though this limitation was later removed by Teacher[9]-
Due to the relatively low roll, you can only make very minor changes to yourself or others. Because of interference from Evil God d #%&? _- Due to insight Shiraori was able to interference, this limitation manifests.
Changes
You can only change yourself in a major way through direct skin contact.
To change someone else, you must maintain prolonged skin contact (about 10 seconds).
Changes are limited strictly to abilities or powers nothing else and are otherwise very minor.
That's when I understood I was afraid.
My breath tangled painfully in my lungs, every inhale thin and useless, like the air itself had turned solid. That familiar sensation crawled back up my spine the same one from my dreams.
Last time, I'd been half-asleep, buried in fog and exhaustion. I hadn't been able to fully grasp what had happened. I'd forced it down, buried it, told myself it was nothing.
Now it came rushing back all at once.
That presence.
That pressure.
That feeling of being examined.
Of being noticed.
And whoever it was… had finally realized I was awake.
That's why I watched her now, as closely as I could.
She didn't move at first.
She just... watched me.
Her eyes were vacant, unnervingly still, like a statue. She seemed to observe me back, but her gaze was empty, as if I were beneath her notice, as if I were an irrelevant speck.
Suddenly her hand moved.
She slowly raised one pale finger.
And before I could even think to react, she pressed it gently against my forehead. Despite her being only a reflection I could still feel her soft finger on top of my forehead.
Then I heard it. No, I didn't hear it. It wasn't sound. It was my mind trying and failing to comprehend the brutal violation.
Something, someone, no, two things, were tearing through my mind, etching an unknown into my very soul.
An unspeakable, grinding sensation began to tear through my consciousness. Just as the scream finally broke through my throat, it all suddenly stopped, leaving me gasping and breathless.
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10/8=https://borderlands.fandom.com/wiki/Torgue_Hyperion_Rockets-Torgue and Hyperion are major weapon manufacturers in the Borderlands universe, often featured in the series, with Torgue specializing in explosive, high-damage weapons (like rockets) and Hyperion known for accuracy, gradually improving as you aim.-Due to the relatively low role, the explosions are relatively minor, caused by evil Evil God D interference #%$¥_. Due to insufficient insight you were not able to stop this, and because of that the interference succeeded. This manifests in Susamaru giving her balls or projectiles when they hit something, a small explosion occurs, adding extra damage.
In addition, the projectiles now have a basic seeking function, allowing them to lightly track a target once fired, though the guidance is limited and can easily be outmaneuvered.
While I was catching my breath, a panel made from pure light abruptly materialized right in front of me.
Name,Ruby Rose,
Race,???,(Human... for now. Enjoy it while it lasts.)
HP,150,
HP Regen,10 per minute,(You heal faster than your emotional trauma. Barely.)
MP,10,
MP Regen,9 per second,"(Glass cannon energy, honestly.)"
Aura,503,"(Impressive you sure killed a lot of frogs maybe you should eat them no good meat should go to waste.)"
SP,60,
SP Regen,25 per 30 seconds,(You're stubborn. That's not a compliment.)
Insight ,1, (this is got to be the most annoying and interesting thing you have -/#%€!? no this is the best thing you have get as much of it as you can even if it drives you crazy)
[EQUIPMENT]
Red Cloak
(you should name this cloak maybe Crimson guidance you get the reference your mom guide you and stuff like that you'll probably get it now or maybe blood of my mother)
A supernatural mantle permanently bound to your soul. (Congratulations you can't get rid of it there are No returns, no refunds for this one.)
Effects:
Perfect Movement System
Effect: Your body automatically performs optimal footwork, balance, and evasion.
(Note: You no longer trip like a baby deer. Hooray..)
Passive Culinary Mastery
Effect: Grants flawless baking, cooking, timing, measuring, and presentation.
(Note: This is the best skill I've ever gotten in my life host not only can you make food by yourself and make it amazingly but there's a hidden effect of summoning food directly to you. Well I think it's creating it out of nothing but it feels the same)
Wind Manifestation
Effect: The cloak can generate controlled gusts of wind capable of:
Long-duration gliding
Mid-air movement correction
Area push-back bursts against enemies
(Note: you can totally fly if you try hard enough don't believe me. Jump off a cliff and find out)
Note from D: This cape does not make you emotionally stable. No matter how hard you pretend, your mom isn't coming back. Love you. =)
Crescent Rose - "Miracle-Integrated Armament"
Status: FUSED (It isn't just a weapon anymore. It's a concept with violent opinions.)
Weapon Forms:
Scythe Mode
Rifle Mode
Sword Mode (this mode foiled my evil plans)
Passive Effects:
Absolute Indestructibility (I tried. I failed. Moving on.)
Supernatural Sharpness (Cuts reality, your enemies, and occasionally your own expectations.)
Perfect Energy Conductivity (You are now legally a lightning rod.)
Hunter's Dirge (Burial Blade Fragment)
Effect: Switching between Sword and Scythe modes is now instantaneous. All beast-, eldritch-, nightmare-, and similar monsters fear this weapon. Wounds inflicted by it cannot be healed by conventional means and will weaken the target over time.
Gain: You gain a small amount of insight and inherit some of Gehrman's scythe wielding skills.
Special Systems:
Arrow Conversion System
Effect: Rifle rounds manifest as solid energy arrows. Arrows explode on impact.
(Note: Because subtlety is overrated.)
[TRUTHS (YOU CANNOT ESCAPE THESE)]
Trait: White Weaver
Effect: You are slowly being rewritten.
(Note: No complaints accepted.)
Trait: Evil God D's Leisure Project (AKA being rewritten.)
Effect: You are slowly becoming something you did not consent to.
(Note: But honestly? You look great doing it.)
A glitchy line flickered across the screen:
[SEMBLANCE STATUS]
Primary Semblance: Chaos Burst
Effect: Allows you to summon entities, objects, and effects from external worlds.
Activation Chance: Extremely Unstable
Side Effects: Reality intolerance, mild screaming, occasional panic
Secondary Semblance: Petal Burst
Effect: High-speed body dispersion, Near-intangibility during movement.
Manifestation of rose petals capable of: Blade Hardening, Controlled Slicing, Wind-Channel Manipulation
Auxiliary Skill: Vortex Burst (Temporary Name)
Effect: Allows the creation of swirling wind vortexes when dashing.
Note from D: I literally made this name up five minutes ago. Do you like it? Be honest. Or don't. I won't listen.
[SKILLS]
Duel Field
Effect: Forces combat space activation.
Forced Uses per Day: 2
(Note: Consent Required after limit is reached. Yes, it's rude. No, I don't care.)
Power Modification (Ingenue Fragment)
Effect: Boosts one aspect of a person's power in exchange for dropping proficiency in another (e.g., more power for less control, or more control for less range).
Limitations (D & Shiraori Interference): Due to insight and interference from Shiraori, you can only change yourself in a major way through skin contact. Changing somebody else requires prolonged skin contact (about 10 seconds). Changes are only possible on powers and are very minor.
(Drawback: This power still retains the unfortunate side effect of driving her "partners" homicidally insane after prolonged periods of use.)
[TRAITS (PASSIVE EFFECTS)]
Wind/Gale Enhancement
Effect: Petals now react to air currents as extensions of your will.
Dromeus Komētēs
Effect: Massively enhanced base speed.
(Note: You are a comet. Please do not run through walls.)
[SUMMONING POOL – CONNECTED WORLDS]
(You are a walking multiversal hazard.)
■ RUBYS world – Native Origin (Petal Burst source)
■ The Evil God D world – Source of Shiraori's Influence (My playground)
■ Unknown World – Source of your supernatural cloak enchantment
(Note: Even I'm scared of this one.)
■ This world is where Spell-Fragment come from – Another annoying goddess all good and love and shit lives there, so I don't look too closely or else I'm gonna try to invade it out of instinct
■ World of Legends – from what I can see but if I look closer, there's much more but looking closer might attract their local gods so I didn't look much by the way this is the Source of your sword and advanced skills
■ Generic Good vs Evil World – Boring, predictable so I didn't look too closely but the wind generation part of your cloak comes from there.
■ Cursed World – (There's nothing much going on there everybody's so weak it's a bit entertaining watching them suffer but it's much more entertaining looking at you)
■ Unlocated World – (That side of yours got a little soul fragments from someone and annoyingly you absorbed some of it now it's hard harder to influence you that's why there's a name and that one skill of your scythe)
■ Blocked Off World – (All I know is you've got some sort of power from that world although there was some sort of parasite attached to it. But it was so weakened and crippled that Shiroari managed to eat it making her a little bit stronger, which is very annoying just as I was getting the upper hand to.)
■ World of Demons and Demon Slayers – (That world is kind of boring. There's nothing much going on there but I do have a surprise coming in for you from that world.)