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sweetdevil2020-07-02 05:12 pm
eupheme) wrote in sweetdevil2020-07-02 05:12 pm
46th ♫ | just like the birth of a universe, in pink i am reborn
CMO FOR ANIKA QUINN/REGALIA EUPHEME
... just as soon as she actually figures out how this whole princess thing works, of course.
Cliffnotes & permissions for meme/cmo/whatever purposes below:
- A sixteen year old cis girl, who's pretty average? Really? She's got a pretty face with long, light brown hair that reaches the small of her back. She's about 5'4'' and average build. Really, there's nothing wildly interesting about her regular appearance! As Regalia Eupheme, her hair turns powder blue and she's decked out in a frilly, fluffy magical girl outfit, in blue and white with gold accents (google 'hime lolita' for a general idea of the visual until i get my commission back LOL).
- From a "Japanafornia"-esque setting, so think something along the lines of the Western Ace Attorney localizations and you're golden.
- To the casual observer, she's human, but to those with fine tuned spiritual or magical senses, they'll be able to pick up that she's ???a container??? for a huge wellspring of magical energy, that happens to be shaped like a teenage girl. Also she's uh, a magical girl, if that's a thing that can be sensed?
- Constantly on the verge of falling into a giant pit of anxiety and impostor syndrome!! She's been plagued with the sense that something about her is "wrong" or "missing" since she was very young and does her best to cope with this by being cheerful, chirpy, friendly and always in good spirits. This is actually a little forced on her part, as can become obvious when she's not able to keep it up. Very much a people pleaser, and a bit of a doormat.
- Depending on her 'canon' point for any given thread, she may or may not be capable of transforming into Regalia Eupheme. When she is capable of doing so, she does so with the phrase "Eupheme Regalia Engage!", at which point she transforms pretty much instantly with a flash of light. I'M STILL WORKING OUT WHAT HER FINISHER IS SO GET BACK TO ME ON THAT. Since she's still working on this whole magical girl thing, her powerset mostly revolves around copying/piggybacking off the powers of other magical girls. She's hoping to develop her own powers eventually!!!
- Skilled at/knowledgable about everything the average person can reasonably be expected to be
- Genuinely cruel, actively malicious or mean-spirited to the average person
- Particularly skilled/experienced as a magical girl
- Anika IS:
Anika IS NOT:
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Something's... wrong? She thinks? But what?
Her eyes slip away from Ayla and dart around, in search of just what could have made her mood turn so suddenly and the only thing she can spot is the clouds, suddenly bloated and dark where there'd been spotless blue before. It still doesn't feel right, but she grabs onto it as an excuse anyway. ]
Oh, wow, uh– [ She gestures to the window with a tip of her head. ] The weather turned kind of out of nowhere, huh...
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But this? This feels...sorrowful. Desperate. Someone searching for something, someone? She doesn't know -
The feeling intensifies as a wave of sorrow pulses and ripples through the area. People around them go listless, before collapsing outright and Ayla feels that energy trying to take something important and intrinsic from her. A treasure, even if Ayla wouldn't be able to name it.
But magic fights magic and she grits her teeth, holding it out. And then she whirls around, taking stock of the situation. ]
Anika!
[ She's rushing to Anika's side, trying to fight back the panic she's feeling.
She has to stay calm, people need her!
But... ]
A-Anika...?
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She opens her mouth to ask just what's going on – and then the first wave hits her before she can get any of the words out, and the force it of it makes Anika almost double up. It's like feeling somebody shove their hands into her brain. She can almost feel fingers scrabbling around in her head and her heart, trying to find something precious to take it from her – her treasure.
The instant that realization hits her, something inside her responds. She doesn't have a word for it, but something lashes out, striking against that force and shoving it back and out of her head. The horrible sense of someone pounding against her skull finally abates and Anika lets out a long, hard breath.
When she looks up at Ayla, she's squinting through the newly formed headache thrumming in her skull, but otherwise her eyes are clear and bright – unaffected. ]
Ayla...? [ She pulls in a shaky breath and puts a hand to her head. ] Wh–what... what the heck what that?
1/2
Her hands are shaking. Not because of this scenario, she's fought plenty of times by now, but the fact that she has no idea what this thing is. ]
I-I...
[ The doors to the restaurant fly open as the strange energy makes its way in, hurtling into one of the decorative plants as it does so - and something about that connection with the inorganic makes the energy latch on. It twists into a tree-like monstrosity, various innocuous items caught in its branches - pictures and jewelry, other mundane things.
Treasures.
But it's not enough for this thing. It wants something...more.
Ayla takes a breath and knows what she has to do. She moves to stand, looking down at Anika with an apologetic smile. ]
...sorry. I think this is my fault, ahaha.
[ Her voice isn't shaking, at least. She reaches into her pocket for her Dream Key, before raising it above her head. ]
2/2
[ And then there's a burst of magic and light.
Even if she's scared, even if she's alone, even if she has no idea what the hell this thing is, it's her duty to protect others. It's that determination that carries her transformation, that stirs her heart and her courage ever forward.
You know, it's funny that no one's noticed she's the mysterious new magical girl in town, honestly. Her hair flips the same way, even if the color's different.
When the light fades, someone new is in Ayla's place, blue haired and silver eyed. ]
A gentle dream guided by glimmering moonlight, Dreamchaser Luna!
[ And then she's off, charging at this thing to get a solid hit in. ]
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In any other situation she'd be laughing. But right now, all she can do is watch with her hands clamped tight over her mouth, trying desperately to convince herself to believe this is all happening.
The tree... monster... thing takes a solid hit from Ayla (or the girl Ayla has turned into, rather) and seems to reel back. Anika's breath catches in her throat and she thinks that surely, Luna's going to have this in hand but then... something changes.
The monster rights itself but it doesn't move to attack, not right away anyway. It simply stares Luna down with what passes for eyes in the front of its trunk and then its gaze lights up with a malicious glow that makes Anika feel itchy and anxious all over. It's hypnotic. She can't look away. And– it's almost like she can feel, more than hear, a voice in the back of her head.
What it is you treasure? What is it you're looking for? What's the thing you want most in the world? ]
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But something is wrong. Luna can feel it the moment she makes impact. The tree looks solid, moves like it's solid, but it's like punching hair or webs, just a bunch of threads making up a bigger whole. She stumbles back in surprise more than fear and it clings to her, to her arms and legs, winding up her wrists and ankles.
She looks around for some kind of solution, going pale when it hits her - this thing doesn't want the others, it wants her, purely because she's powerful.
And then its eyes start glowing.
Tell me, little dreamer, what you dream of....
Luna bristles like a cat, but it's gotten into her and she looks around with wide eyes, seeing flashes of a place that isn't here. It mingles with the present, feeling like a broken mirror or a glitched videogame and -
"Ayla?"
Her heart twists in what feels like grief. It's enough to make her let her guard down, if just for a moment, as this monster starts reeling her in.
You'll do for now.
And then, amidst reality fragmenting, she can see Anika there, just as entranced.
No.
No, she...she has to...
Luna grits her teeth, digs her heels in so hard they carve into the floor beneath her, but it's not enough. It's stronger, has a clearer mind than her. So she acts on instinct - in a flash of light, a bow shaped like a massive crescent moon appears, before it breaks apart in a single motion, two fearsome blades. ]
That's enough!
[ And she swings, piercing both eyes at once. The hypnotic light sputters, then vanishes.
It's too late for her. But at least...Anika could....]
RUN!
[ It's the last thing she manages before the monster drags her in.
And then Anika is alone. ]
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Anika manages one shaky step forward. And then another. And she's just about to lift her hand, fingers uncurling to offer this... whatever it is that's suddenly alive in the back of her head when Ayla's voice suddenly breaks through. The eerie light dies just as that thundering presence in her head does and she reels. It's a struggle to reorient herself but she manages to get her head back on straight just in time to see Ayla vanish into the monster's depths.
Right into the belly of the beast.
The restaurant is so, so quiet. All Anika can hear is the sound of her heart thundering in her chest. The monster makes no advance on her yet, still reeling itself from Ayla's attack – or maybe, because it knows she has nowhere to go. If she tries to run, won't it catch her?
But... she can't run. Or rather, she won't.
Anika doesn't know where this sudden burning sense of anger is coming from. The fear is still there, but it's muffled and far away, blanketed by a dead certainty that she can't just run away and leave Ayla behind. She can't stand by and do nothing about this.
She's shaking as she pulls herself up to her full height but her voice is steady and clear when it rings out. To Anika's ears, it almost sounds like a different girl entirely. ]
Give her back.
[ She has to do something about this. ]
Do you hear me?! I just told you–
[ Because she
(Eupheme)
is someone
(Regalia)
who can do something about this.
(Engage) ]
– to give her back!
[ Light floods the room. Pale gold and blue and warm and it's all Anika can see. It feels like the world's frozen in place just for a second, just a heartbeat, but that's all the time she needs to understand what this is. This is... her treasure. This is her magic. And she has to use it now or she'll never get a chance to save Ayla.
She barely even notices when her hair turns silky blue, or the clothes she'd been wearing are weaved into something frilled and sparkling. All she cares about is getting to the monster that swallowed Ayla up. It rears back and lashes out but Anika somehow manages to dodge around it and dive forward, straight for the heart of the monster. She's not aiming to hit. She's aiming to reach.
Her hand thrusts through the tangle of webs, all the way up to her shoulder and it's a struggle not to be swallowed up herself. Phantom images play across her eyes but Anika ignores them. She's only thinking of one thing right now and that's getting (her friend? her ally?) Ayla out safely. ]
Ayla! Your hand! Give me your hand!
1/2, cw parental death
It's nothing serious. Just a case of pneumonia. Liliana Rosales bundles up in blankets and rests. Nana Lupe dotes over her daughter's condition, making sure to keep tabs on her. Ayla and her nana work in the kitchen, making Liliana's favorite foods that are easy on her sick stomach.
Liliana laughs when Ayla brings soup over. Places a hand to her head, gently tucks a lock of hair behind her ear. "Mija," she says simply, voice full of love. "No te preocupes! I'll be better before you know it."
And she smiles, bright as always, and lets her daughter hold her hand.
Her hand is warm.
…
A month later, Ayla Rosales sits numbly at the wake. She has cried so much, so many times. Her twin brother sits beside her, clasping her hand tight, shoulders shaking.
Nana says they don't have to view her.
They both want to.
She's just tall enough to see into the casket. Her mother wears a lovely dress, one of her favorites. She looks like she's sleeping. She looks like any minute now, she'll wake up and say "boo!" and scoop her up in a hug and laugh as Ayla squeals in delight.
But she doesn't.
Ayla reaches over to hold her mother's hand.
Her hand is cold.
…
In the present, Dreamchaser Luna whimpers. The countless threads have ensnared her, like a spider trapping its prey, and something’s dragging her farther in to the heart of this monster. Countless whispers sound out around her, like a haunting windchime, people whispering their own desires, the things they treasure most, what they want most in the whole wide world.
Luna fades in and out of consciousness. The monster whispers again, needling at her wishes, at her treasures.
Tell me the deepest desire in your heart, little dreamer. Even you have one, don’t you?
There is, and she knows it all too well. ]
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Ayla Rosales is 14 when her birthday stops hurting.
Ayla Rosales is 18 now. Graduation lurks. Her father is away, again, and graduation pictures need to be taken for the yearbook. "Get a picture with your parents!" the yearbook advertises.
Nana and grandpa offer, of course. And Ayla is happy to have them in the picture. Her father even surprises her when he gets there at the photoshoot at the last second, hurrying to get a photo with his children.
But someone is missing.
It feels awful and hollow, holding up a picture of her mother from a decade prior. It feels wrong, she's hurting, she's sad, she's angry, why can't anyone else understand, why won't the understand, why is everyone just okay with this now, why -
…
And in the present, she’s crying again, hiccupping little sobs. Her head hurts. Her heart hurts. She doesn’t want to admit this.
There it is, there it is. You just want them back, don't you?
Luna nods, despite herself, and something weasels its way into her heart. Her transformation flickers for a moment –
- and then something resonates from somewhere else. Magic…?
Someone is…calling her…?
Luna’s eyes flutter open and someone is there in the distance, frilly and radiant and desperate for her hand, calling for her. Tears brimming, Luna reaches back – and feels her arm lock up, the threads around her yanking it back. Luna yelps in alarm, eyes wide – but before she can even warn Eupheme away, Luna’s vision goes dark and her head lulls, something forcing her into unconsciousness.
Like a puppet with its strings cut, Luna hangs there – and then there’s the sound of laughter coming out of her mouth. But it’s not her voice. ]
Now why would I give up such a valuable treasure like this?
[ The threads rescind but the dark energy remains, being drawn into Luna – or whatever the hell is currently piloting her. Soon enough, they’re back in the café and this not-Luna regards her with dark eyes and a cruel smirk. If it’s surprised by Anika’s transformation into Eupheme, it certainly isn’t showing it. ]
If you want her back, you’ll have to do better than that.