Quote:Stomach of Wardrobe (300 OM) Stomach of Holding
Guu can change into any outfit she has stored in her stomach instantly. Almost like in a jump cut, her current outfit is immediately stored in her stomach while the desired outfit just appears on her body. If she choses, she can portray this as a flash of light or a magical girl transformation sequence, but these take longer and are purely just for show. (Known Outfits)


Fly Paper Skin (300 OM) Malleability
Guu can make her skin incredibly sticky. It requires focus in order to maintain, so it's impossible to use in a battle situation. However, it could allow Guu to walk on walls or even on the ceiling.
Limitation: She'll need to move at about a quarter of her regular speed if she hopes to be stealthy with this move, as taking steps make more noise than usual.

Quote:Enigma (600) Requires Physical Proficiency
Guu takes four seconds to summon Tearen Wover’s favored weapon; the halberd known as Enigma. The polearm grows outwards in a line of shimmering brilliance, which slowly fades and dissipates to reveal the weapon. This ten foot long implement has a shaft made of a lightweight but sturdy metal that has a dark, oily sheen that ends with a spiked pommel. Enigma's head is about five inches long from shaft to blade, and the metal is of a curious hot pink cast with a brushed texture. Like all halberds, Enigma also has a long spear fused into the axe-head, which enables the weapon to be used both as a thrusting and as a cutting implement. The gap between the spear and the axehead can be used to catch and deflect blows from opposing weapons.

Did 3,000 words in the Void. Can I plz go to fluffy cloud land nkw?

Name: Schwi Dola
Spent OM: 18300
Proficiencies (3600); Physical Strength Proficiency (1000), Ranged Proficency (1000), Area Attack Proficiency (600), Area Defense Proficiency (400), Ranged Materialize Proficiency (600)
Powers (9300/12000); Mimic (2800), Insight (1600), Master Enhanced Senses (2000), Survival (2000), Super Jumping Advanced (500), Master Acrobat (400)
Moves (1500); Lösen Incomplete (600), Draht (300), Kein-Eintrag (600)
Super Moves (1600); Overboost Mimic (Offense) (800), Overboost Mimic (Defense) (800)
Transformations (0);
Assists (0);
Items (300); Communicator (200), Mobile Dataverse Device (100)
Artefacts: None
Consumed OM (0);
Bases (0);
Unlocks (2000); Tier 1 Powers Cap (2000)
Base stats:
ATK: 2
DEF: 0
SPD: 3
TEC: 5

When Undyne came to, the first thing she felt was that she was floating in darkness. It was warm around her... was she dead? Was this what it felt like to be dead? She tried to reach out for... something, but her arms were too heavy. She tried to call out, but her mouth refused to open. She tried to formulate a thought but her mind felt like it was swimming through goo...


... swimming? Yes, she felt like she was swimming. She could feel the minuscule shifts of a liquid current against her skin, brushing over her scales. She could feel the temperatures... her left side felt a bit colder than her right side, about 1/23rd of a degree. She felt the water rush through her gills as her lungs filled with air and released it again, pumping oxygen into her bloodstream. She felt all that with such immense precision that she began to feel dizzy.


With each breath, with each heartbeat, with each passing second the sensitivity of her body returned to more tolerable levels. Her senses, sharper than the edge of Gokaru's "Ultimate Slayer: Atom-Cutting Blade" katana, dulled down until they were at an everyday level. Her dizziness receded and she grasped clear thoughts again. Then she began to open her eyes.


Blurred lights flooded her vision and she reflexively brought down her eyelids again. She tried a second time, but more careful and slowly. There were lights above, shining down on her... was that the sun or just a lightbulb? No matter, she couldn't bear looking at it directly. With far more effort than she thought it would require she began to move her arms next. The sluggish movements, she soon realized, were not only due to her waking up from... what? A near-death coma? but also from the liquid around her. But moving her arms to cover her face also caused her to shift in the water, turning her whole body sideways and thus away from the source of light. Without that shining directly into her face she could get used to the lighting at her own pace.


Next was regaining control of the rest of her body... it felt like she was putting on a suit that she needed to fill out before she could control it. Her arms, legs, neck and many other muscles, big and small, one by one she got them working. Coordinating the movements was harder yet, but when she did her head broke through the surface of the water and her gills lost contact with the water. She shifted to above-water respiration, and looked around.


What first came to her mind was that this place looked familiar. It was the bathhouse, or rather the Healing Center, of Pokute Palace. The statue of Guu that she had meditated under on her last visit here was a dead giveaway, if nothing else. Next, she realized that she wasn't alone. A certain skeleton was sitting on the side of the pool, his hands in the pockets of his shorts, and his chin resting against his chest, sleeping like a log. And third, she noticed that she was wearing a swimsuit again, like the last time she'd been here, though she couldn't remember having summoned anything. In fact, the last memory she could dig up was... it was the battle against the tree and its minions? Had she been knocked out while defending the Princess? And had Sans brought her here afterwards? The questions rapidly piled up and right now the skeleton was the only one who could give her answers, so she walked through the healing waters to where he was sitting and grabbed him by the shoulders. "Hey, lazybones! Time to wake up!"


Suddenly Sans vanished from between her arms and reappeared a pair of feet off to the side. "did ya really think you’d be abl- oh, undyne. you're up too." the skeleton said, suddenly wide awake, and blinked as he looked at Undyne a few times. She dismissed his sudden teleport as a nightmare of some such and nodded.


"I am." She withdrew and stepped back into the water. "What happened? My memories only go back to me being brought near death by the timber wolf."


"hehe, timber wolf. i'll have to remember that one." He stood up and followed her to sit at the pool's edge. Only then did Undyne noticed that there were two empty ketchup bottles behind where he'd sat. "we kicked the tree's ass. and made it out alive, too."


"What about the Princess?"


"she went to let the elves know and do a few other things, but she's okay. told me to bring you here to heal."


Undyne's eyes narrowed. "You brought me here, then... wait. Sans, was it you who... did you change me?" she asked menacingly. Magic flickered between her fingers, forming into the outline of a spear.


"chill out, i didn't put a fingerbone on you. one of the girls in the palace helped me out. didn't peek either, i promise."


"... okay." She let the magic dissipate again. "Thank you for bringing me here."


"don't mention it." He dug around in his pocket and produced his smartphone. "do you really not remember a thing since the wolf nearly got you dead?"


"I told you I don't, why would I lie?" asked Undyne with a frown.


"'cause you were very lively after that."


"What do you mean?"


Sans turned his phone around. The picture on the display made Undyne's eyes widen.


"Sans... what IS that?"


"that's you, undyne." His tone was dead serious now.


"But... no, this can't be me! The armor looks completely different, and I'm not even... I mean, the eyes of the person in this picture aren't like mine! And she's not wearing an eyepatch either!" She refused to believe it even though something stirred inside her. She somehow knew that this was her.


"you transformed." He took the phone back and slid it in his pocket. "and that form, i've seen it before. you called yourself undyne the undying.”


“... when? When did you see me transform?”


Sans dismissively waved a hand. “back in the underground. a human ‘killed’ you. what’s more important is that you reformed because you had something called determination… it’s something that kept you from death and transformed you.”


Undyne scoffed. “Are you saying that I came back from the dead because of that Determination thing?”


“well, you never actually died. you just were about to.”


“And a ‘human’ nearly killed me? … was it that kid with the big hat and the gun? The one that…” She reached up to where her eyepatch normally was - apparently Sans hadn’t put that back. When Sans didn’t reply she took that as a yes, but dropped the matter. “Does that mean that I don’t have any recollection of any of the times I transformed?”


“i guess so. but maybe there’s ways to keep your consciousness on future transformations, through training.”


That Undyne hadn’t considered. But Sans was making sense. “I suppose so”, she replied eventually.


“i thought i’d get you something for when you wake back up from your beauty sleep by the way. you’re bound to be hungry after all that”, Sans then said, now back in his not-so-serious tone. He pulled up a plastic bag that Undyne hadn’t paid attention to before and produced a pair of fried fish sandwiches from it. He patted the ground next to himself to invite her to have a seat.


“Oh! Thank you, that’s very thoughtful of y-”


PFFFFRRRRRrrrrrt…


“whoops, watch out. sometimes weirdos like to put out whoopee cushions for people to sit on.”

Character name: Katrielle Layton


Character source: Professor Layton


Character history: Taken at the end of LMJ.


Physical Description: 

Stats:


ATK: 2


DEF: 2


SPD: 3


TEC: 3


Starting Proficiencies: Physical (1000), Ranged (1000), Homing (600), Debuff (1000)


Starting Powers: n/a


Starting Moves:


Soft Words and Sharp Wit - 600 OM (Ranged, Homing, Debuff)


If there's one thing a Layton knows how to do, it's defusing a situation. Or in Katrielle's case, fanning the flames. To attempt one of the two versions of the move, all of the following conditions must be met:


Katrielle and her target must be able to understand each other.


Katrielle must be able to speak, and have the time to say a short sentence at least.


Katrielle's target must be able to hear her.


If all the conditions are met, Katrielle can say something in an attempt to either calm down or rile up an opponent. Anything she says must be relevant to the target, even if it's just a well-aimed insult. The move takes as long as it takes to say a sentence, and is easy to do, but the move isn't all that effective. It requires multiple uses to garner any noticeable effect. It doesn't require her complete concentration, but the most she could do is defend herself, and even then she is easier to hit.   The more piercing, convincing, or aggravating her words are, depending on her goals, the more effective it is. Kat can't control the effectiveness of the move-- she just says something and hopes it works- sometimes she ends up saying something really poignant, and sometimes she just wastes her breath.

Soft Words can drain her target's will to fight while Sharp Wits can aggravate an opponent into a rage, often leading them into focusing on Kat. With equal TEC, it would take about 8 successful uses to start having a noticeable effect (unless the opposing player decides or story reasons dictate that it's particularly effective). At half the TEC, it takes 4, and at double TEC, it takes 16.

The effects last for about 30 seconds, resetting every time she successfully uses the move, and while not tiring at first, it gets more difficult to keep up as the effect gets stronger.

Attempting one version of the move will make the other version more difficult to pull it off, and acting hostile will make it more difficult to use Soft Words.


I confirm that I have read and agreed to the Rules of Conduct. Yep.

Where did you find us? Back from a hiatus. Trying another character to see if I can get muse for this again.

The first time Tearen had come to the void, he hadn't really paused to take in the atmosphere and climate of the place. Though the trackless hallways of striped obsidian were not necessarily off-putting to the eldritch human, he did now realize that the Void was actually apparently devoid of temperature. Even though he had just used a considerable amount of Omnilium to shunt his essence here directly from a steaming jungle, the darkened world felt neither cool nor warm. It provided an uncanny sense of limbo – that anything could exist here indefinitely. Neither hunger nor thirst would kill a traveler within the Void; only trackless ages and a withering mind.

This was, of course, just a poetic assumption on his part. Still, it left him feeling restless and eager to proceed onto his final destination. Tearen stared down at his own hands, half covered by his ceremonial robes of the Enigma and sighed. He was closer here to his natural state than anywhere else, and now that he had finally departed the Omniverse proper, he no longer felt beholden to its mortal mores. The elder Prime shed his cloak and other clothes, one article at a time, until he walked bare-skinned along the smooth, glassy floor. As expected, it felt no cooler, having peeled his trappings away, but that still wouldn't have changed his mind. He had taken on so much baggage during his travels across Omni's playground that he had barely had time to meditate or take stock of himself. Holding on to these worldly bindings would only hinder his resolve, and besides, to stand before the pinnacle deity of a given reality was to expose one's self in many ways.

The symbolic nature of traveling in the buff lost its novelty after what Tearen presumed to be a few hours of trackless wandering. Based on what he knew about the Void, the placement of various dimensional Gates was arbitrary. Any number of the whirling vortices he had already walked passed may well have conveyed him directly into the fabled Oververse, but this was time that the Shadow wished to see through in its full...though, some company may have been nice. As tempting as it might have been to drag one or more of his disciples into this world of inbetweens, having another Prime along on this venture would defeat one of its most important aspects; that none could know of what would come to pass. There was only one person he trusted in this matter, for she had been a part of him for the better part of two months now. It was strange, thinking back on it, that his daring escape from the Underverse had been so very recent, but the Omniverse had a tendency to drag its temporal feet in that regard.

Finding a secluded place to summon, Tearen sat down on his bare haunches and allowed streams of Omnilium to flow from his very pores, out into the obsidian blackness. The prismatic power cast rainbow scintillation across the honed angles of the looming, senseless architecture. The storm of light illuminated the angles of that particular patch of Void for almost two hours; the longest and most meticulous summoning that Tearen had ever performed. No less could be accepted, for the subject of the conjuration deserved nothing less than perfection...

So as I understand it summoning secondaries follows these rules.

1) Your character has to use Omnilium to summon.

2) Your character needs to understand who they are summoning.

3) The summoned Secondary doesn't know anything your character doesn't know.

4) It takes time to summon.

5) Somehow Accidents can occur.

What I want to know is..

How much can a Prime manipulate their secondary subject? If given an unlimited OM supply, how much could Schwi modify her husband to suit her own ideas? Namely I'm going to have her exploring the conceptual material of Omnilium by thinking about it, as Omnilium provides feedback she can experimentally discover the exact mechanics of Omnilium and without actually spending it. Specifically she will consider how she wants to summon her husband in an undamaged form. Correct the permanent crippling damage, including a missing arm and body-wide scar tissue, before she summons him. Identify with some certainty that Omnilium is a creation process not a true summoning so Schwi will know  that she isn't bringing Riku back but creating a conceptually identical being. Due to her mechanical nature and specialization as an Analysis model, this would be only natural for her to accomplish.

Yeah, due a mistake of mine, Ciel's Rooster was posted twice. Can someone please delete the oldest duplicate? You can delete this thread afterwards, btw.

I hope this is the right section to ask for this though.

Burning motes of pixels flowed past me. Each step I took, brought me to deeper into the bowls of Hogwarts and further from the deepest parts of the concourse. The flickered from my wan that I kept bound in my hands. My focus in its one proper place as the world stretched around me. Unreality twisted into my reality. Laws of physics gave way to laws of magic. Each and every particle of dust, every fleck of pollen that had reached this far in the castle was mine. Every soul born here was bound my strength.

Echos of the stone underneath my feet gave way to stairs as a curtain of energy parted before me.

The wards didn’t even question my presence, the various defensive charms didn’t recognize me as anything but the Master. Because how could I be anything other than that? This place was an extension of my very being. It brought low many enemies, but it was my allies that I truly found value in here. Each on a perfectly honed tool. Might and Magic. They bowed to me in my senses like a old expectant whore awaiting the pain and ecstasy of my careful ministrations.

It had been this way for years. Simply was.

A cruel smile played on my lips as a siren song of power rang in my soul. Its taste that was as as intoxicating as the very act of drawing upon True Magic itself. Dark powers waiting like a begging and loyal serpent.

I took a deep breath, not of the power though, but the musk of dust, of books, of knowledge, and of potential.

Code dissolved in my wake completely. I could feel the fractals coalesce into sold matter. In this world after all, will is everything. There were limits though. Power was to expensive. Twist the bosom of reality too hard and it would slap me down like an overly pushy husband, too drunk to keep his balance. The dataverse however… there were certain things only possible there. A single spell could rewrite existence and there I had gained access to a wealth material and knowledge.

It was the under layer, the foundation, the beginning and end of the Omniverse. There was never a question that I would be a Slytherin, but on occasion, places like that verse brought out the eagle in me.

I took a deep breath, it tasted of contentment, of home.

A home that was mine, a place that was- happy?

The world tilted under me as I missed a step, or rather a trick step. I fought keep my balance and caught myself on the next stair up.

What?

I looked down at my plainly missing limb, submerged in stone as if it were nothing but air. Air given gray speckled form. The impossibility of it. The mundanity of it. I had removed those steps before they even had begun. They were never apart of my Hogwarts or the previous one.

My fingers tightened around thirteen and half inches of yew, something sickening sparked in the back of my pages.

Happiness wasn’t unfamiliar to me. Joy and passion were close friends… but like all human emotions I had imbibed, twisted and unmade, they came in flavors. This flavor however was wrong. It was innocent and disoriented. No! Not innocent. Imbecile. Moronic. Defective.

“Weak,” I hissed

It was disgusting in how familiar it was with these walls, how connected they were with it. This flavor did not belong. Diseased. Sickly sweet sweat of a dying child who had partaken to much sugar. Only it was ephemeral. They were of me, but it was not mine. It was not a facade, rather a very real, very authentic emotion. One I knew I would never let myself feel. It was a debasement. The mask had become the face, and the face had tainted the soul.

Hogwarts had been corrupted in a way most repulsive.

Stone turned to liquid held only in place by my will the halls, classrooms and everything else in between gave way to my demands. Here my will was law and nothing stood in my way. Paints fled the portraits, and House Elves who cleaned near invisibly disapparated before a torrent of rage unraveled their cores. I could feel it all. My home was my own and it fled.

They knew that its true master was calling.

What would have taken minutes, too mere moments as geometry reasserted itself in a quavering mess. Only a final door stood between me and my quarry. This one did not heed me like the others. Behind it there were muffle sounds of pleasure, and a shifting hollow wind.

I bore into it with my mind and reached into that which had born it into existence and twisted.

“Open!” I hissed at the door. A low keening was the only prelude to the barrier complying in haste to implode.

Molten metal and wooded ash filled the room like a fog would a valley. A fog carried by  a gale that three the room’s two occupants backwards in a loosely bound tumble of clothes, flesh, a book, tartan and a eerie silver mist.

The silver form caught my eye first. A look of fear passed through the ghost whole, churning its entire body an almost improbably white steel over the pimply mop of a form that was the girl Myrtle Warren.

“Leave,” I snarled. The unspoken threat upon my voice to her eternal existence spurned the spectre into motion. In one frightened fluid motion she bolted through the left hand wall, the only sign of her passage was a light splat of something biological on the floor. The sound was pointed in how it reinforced what may have been the regular happenings of my office.

I traced the room for more change. One large tartan robe, some sort of oblong potioneering device with a cigar attached to it, some herb with a five pronged leaf. Hemp related potentially. Incense. A portrait of a busty woman was partially disrobe and stirring her fingers in places I rather not imagine. At the center of it all was my face, or rather the face of the Caretaker. His pants were around his waist and wand on the ground, vibrating with blue and pink emanations.

Ah.

I raised an eyebrow at the construct, “Coitus, it seems was an ever the evolving mess while I was gone. Not surprising but…” I let the words play on my tongue a bit before giving it some bite, “I never knew that mudblood of a Warren girl was such a slag.”

“Take. That. Back!” It growled out.

I inclined my head, curiosity tugged at my better judgment, “Why?”

“She forgave me! Us!”

I blinked twice as his meaning settled in. “Oh, that’s-” I couldn’t help it, I laughed. A uproariously potent cackle heaved itself through the body and my very pages shudder in humor. Only a fragment of a warning alerted me a sudden danger. Weak human emotion.

A flicker emotions settled over the replica before me, some were correct others were decidedly not. One of them specifically burned in the back of my head that very much did not belong. Rage on behalf of another. Empathy beyond logic, beyond reason. A little was useful, a lot was dangerous. I felt a frown fall upon me, the realization just how extensive that damage was.

The freak had indeed been polluted- it twitched forward, soft coruscates of hot and cold light gave way to something decidedly darker. Emotion thrummed through the room and into my pages. It was the warning I had neither expected nor would have encouraged.

I jerked my arm forward and fell into a lazy dueling stance. My entire body thrummed with a force as  just in time, I caught a blood red curse on the tip of my wand. The ball hovered there almost innocently even as it washed the entire room in deeply enthralling light.

“A barb of Blood Churning?” It was very dark magic powered best by indignation. A painful way to die from what I understood. But what would that mean for me? My blood was ink, my flesh, parchment. It was no threat, or a poor one at most. “…that’s better,” I drawled sardonically.

“But… let me show you how its done,” With that I flicked the captured spell back into nothingness and drew upon my own energies. The reservoir of the entire school pooled into me and into my wand. My mind and words shaped it into wall of pure law, “CRUCIO!”

The invocation tore at my throat, but my veins roared in my ears with power. Each sweet note of the unforgivable curse rang with sultry iridescent maroon bolts of lightning. Each one racing across the creature’s body as its screams burned into higher and higher octaves before a silent horror replaced it. A horror that its lungs could not hope to express. The rest of its body tried until even the twitching ended.

The eyes were nearly vacant when I ended the spell. But as soon as I did its breathing resumed and one of its deadend arms started towards the shattered remains of a wand jerkily. It didn’t matter, that shaft of yew had been destroyed in its grip near the beginning of my first spell.

“W-why?” It sputtered out ink.

I hummed theatrically a bit, tapping my wand to my chin, “Ah. Why, you ask?” Annoyance bubbled in me, “Why, you ask! Here let me answer a question with a question. That’s how these things usually ago between Master and Subordinate… right?” I pointed my wand at him and hissed, “What were your orders, spawn?”

It stuttered, its moronic brain tumbling for a response before it fell upon its core original orders. I could see it in its eyes as I bored into his brain. Finally it managed to twist its mouth in a caricature of calm and subservience, images flashing in my mind as it did, “To maintain this School, your reputation, and projects as if you have never left.”

I didn’t break my gaze. My voice only got lower, the very potency of my magic tinging it with venom, “Did you?”

“Yes.”

It lies, its knowingly lied to me! How dare it!

Beautiful light of deepest crimson struck it once more. “Tell the truth! Did you follow my orders?!”

Even amongst the renewed screams I could make out a whimper of denial. That it had not. That it had failed this school, itself and most importantly me.

The grin that crossed my face was anything but of satisfaction.

“Thats a start,” I snarled, releasing the spell. Two steps later I was nose to nose with its quivering flesh. I brought wand to its temple, “Legilimens!”

Character name: Ciel

Character source: Rockman/Megaman Ciel (Fangame)

Character history: After the destruction of the Ragnarok at the hands of Zero, the world saw peace at last after countless years of conflicts and wars. To keep the memory of the heroes that gave up their lives for this to happen, the scientist Ciel began developing a set of items—Biometal—that held their souls and some of their memories as well.

However, things weren't over yet. Weil, the madman that tried to rule the planet not once, nor twice but thrice, had a countermeasure in case that his Ragnarok was destroyed. So, in a last-ditch effort, the man had his body and soul merged together with the remains of his space station, becoming what is now referred as Model W.

Model W had the capability of formatting the minds of Reploids and Humans alike and it turned them against each other once again, starting yet another war between man and machines. Ciel, using Model Z, jumped to action as a replacement to her beloved Zero and fought against Model W and its henchmen. Ultimately, the scientist stood face to five with her last challenge: Cial, a lookalike of her that held the strength of Model Copy X. During the battle, Ciel convinced her double that the real enemy was the cursed artifact and not her or humanity.

Side-to-side, Ciel and Cial used Final Strike to bring down Model W for good and prepared to flee the immense object. However, before they'd begin to run their way out, Model W activated its self-destruct sequence and had also set a flying path to Area Zero. Both knew that something had to be done and despite having offered her life in favor of humanity, Ciel was the one that left behind to change the huge machine’s curse into an empty wasteland.

Cial, on Area Zero, then watched—with tears on her eyes—how Model W exploded into nothing. Ciel was never seen again after that, but the scientist's double firmly believes that she is not dead and that she is living somewhere. Cial wasn't wrong though, as before the explosion took place, Ciel was transported by an unknown being into a place completely new to the girl.

Physical Description: Ciel is a young girl, probably at the age of 16-18. Her hair is blond and long and her eyes are of an electric blue color. Her clothes consist of a black helmet with a crystal embedded in front, some red and white details and an hole in the back that lets loose a long, but somewhat thin, strand of her hair. Her entire body is covered by a black, flexible fabric. Ciel also wears a red dress with a crystal embedded on the chest part of it, a pair of red gloves with golden details at the wrists and a bit above the elbow. A pair of red fabric is used on her legs, starting after a golden ring located on her thighs. Finally, a pair of thick golden rings at her ankles separate the red fabric from her footwear of choice: A pair of red boots with white heels.

Stats:
ATK: 3
DEF: 2
SPD: 3
TEC: 2

Starting Proficiencies: Physical Strength

Starting Powers: Burst Movement, Basic Super Jumping

Starting Moves:

Z-Saber [900 OM]
(Requires Physical Strength)

The signature weapon once wielded by the legendary hero, Zero, and now by Ciel. When not active, there's no blade, but only a small, white handle, however, by sending her energy to it, a green blade made of condensed plasma will sprout from one of the sides or even both of them simultaneously. The green blade is almost a feet and a half long and just a few inches wide and is also triangle-shaped.

The sword has enough raw power to cut through boulders and thin steel plates with little trouble and can even cut more resilient objects after a couple of slashes. In addition to that, Ciel can set the handle on the golden at her wrist and then turn on both blades of the sword before making it spin, effectively making a shield of sorts, though it only covers a very reduced area (Like 75% of her upper chest). The “spinning shield” is not that strong and can only block weak projectiles, not if they explode though, and some basic melee approaches, like punches.

Ultimately, Ciel can also charge energy onto her weapon for 5 seconds in which she may not use the saber at all. However, once the seconds have passed, Ciel will unleash the energy as an small, spinning cut wave that has a maximum traveling distance of two feet, after which it just gradually vanishes into nothingness. Power-wise, the wave is just as strong as the sword. This technique drains a considerable amount of energy from Ciel and can only be performed when on ground, too.

I confirm that I have read and agreed to the Rules of Conduct.