* Sunday, December 11 2010 *
Taylor wanted one thing of this morning. To sleep in.
Yesterday had been a busy day starting with her neighbor's quest to find his dog, which led to an encounter with a somewhat perverted purple octopus named Ultros. If that hadn't been enough, she'd begun clearing her base and fighting mechanical spiders in the engine room of that base. But wait - there's more! She ended up fighting something called "Mosquito Queen" which had designs on her for some reason.
[You have slept in your bed. HP/MP recovered!]
"Don't care. Wanna sleep."
[New Quest: Survive Brandish!]
"Wagh?" asked Taylor.
[Quest: Survive Brandish]
[Thanks to Glory Girl speaking up, Panacea not speaking up]
[and smiling. A few posts on PHO including Void Cowboy's]
[insistence that your Gamer abilities qualify as Master]
[effects. Yeah, Brandish is on the warpath and looking to]
[confront you. She is accompanied by Photon Mom and Manpower]
[so there's a possibility of it not ending up in combat.]
[Quest is auto-accepted as moving to Tierra Del Fuego was]
[deemed unlikely for you to attempt.]
[Win: 20,000 xp. +$200. New Window.]
[Fail: you die. Your Dad dies.]
"But I don't wanna get up," protested Taylor. "Why can't I sleep in?"
At that point her bedroom window was sliced open by an axe made out of light.
Taylor, predictably, screamed and came to 100% awake.
[Taylor Hebert has reached Level 2. Choose Secondary Form?]
"NOT THE TIME!" said Taylor as she rolled off the bed and went to the floor.
[Use Saved Preset?]
Taylor was aware of someone yelling at the woman who was now standing on what was left of her bed. That just didn't matter so much as what she was currently facing.
"Let. My Daughter. Go!" yelled Brandish as she whipped her light-axe through the air.
"I don't know what you mean!" declared Taylor as she ducked down the stairs.
"I said-"
[FATE Detected!]
"What the hell?" asked Carol Dallon as the pop-up appeared before her. The axe went through it without actually damaging anything. Except a lamp, an Alexandria action figure, and the top of Taylor's dresser.
"Stop wrecking my room!" demanded Taylor.
"It's one of those random encounter things!" declared Glory Girl's voice from somewhere outside. "Accept it!"
"Accept?" asked Brandish.
[Brandish has accepted group invitation.]
[Carol Dallon has the following classes available: Fighter, Barbarian, Blood Hunter, Monk, Rogue, Wizard.]
Carol Dallon blinked at the new screen that had appeared when the other pop-ups had vanished. "'Wizard'? Seriously?"
[Carol Dallon, Level 1 Wizard]
[3 Cantrips, 2 1st level spells known]
[Randomly determining spells]
[Spells can be switched out on level up.]
[Cantrips: Dancing Lights, Fire Bolt, Shape Water]
[1st level spells: Identify, Sleep]
"What the..." Carol stopped, pointed at a wall, and just knew how to pull energy in and focus and "Fire Bolt!"
"Stop destroying my room!"
Carol looked at her finger, looked at the burn mark on the wall, then yelped as her sister finally arrived and grabbed one ear in a painful and well-remembered grip.
* PRT ENE HQ *
"A fight broke out between some of New Wave and a group of... Giant Rats?"
"Verminious Snid?" asked Armsmaster.
"How'd you know?" asked Miss Militia.
"The recurring comic-relief villain is a trope," said Armsmaster, turning his attention back to the coffee maker. "Rydia's power is reality warping to conform to tropes. Specifically gaming tropes. A completely illogical ability, but resulting in logical and predictable results."
"I... see," said Miss Militia.
* Carol Dallon *
The villains fleeing was perfectly normal. Giant rats weren't exactly normal, but well within usual cape activities.
[Carol Dallon, Wizard 1 - Wizard 2!]
[+1 1st Level Spell!]
[+2 hp!]
[Choose Arcane Tradition!]
"Wait. Aunt Carol is a D&D Wizard?" asked Laserdream. (Level 2 Artificer).
Carol abruptly forgot about the whole Mastery angle, or at least shoved it to the side. She was a lawyer, and these abilities functioned on rules. Rules that were written down somewhere?
Sarah Pelham (Level 2 Black Mage) shook her head. "Why don't you bring your books over to their house later. I think my sister is going to want to research things. And this time react AFTER getting all the facts?"
"Is someone going to pay for the window at least?" asked Rydia.
[Choose Secondary Form From Presets? Y/N]
"Okay, fine... wait. What? No. NO, I am NOT choosing now."
* Monday, December 12 2010 *
"A Changer rating now? You've got to stop adding things to your powerset," said Miss Militia, accepting the breakfast burrito.
[Breakfast Burrito - +3% experience and +50% stamina recharge for one hour.]
Miss Militia stared at the pop-up for a few moments, but then just finished it off because she was just going to roll with it at this point.
"Yeah, turns out every time my base level changes, I get an alternate form," said Rydia. "So my base form is Rydia, but I could choose to look like someone else when I need to. So I put it on hold, got my father to help with the adjustments and... ta-da!"
"So this is what you looked like before you ended up as Rydia?" asked Miss Militia.
"More or less," said Taylor, not mentioning that she'd made a few tweaks about things she hadn't particularly liked about her previous looks. She was a teenage girl, naturally she had a few body-image issues and also naturally when she had a chance to change those? Yeah. "I revert to Rydia when I need to use a power though."
"So that's a Changer 1," said Miss Militia. "Interesting and it will allow you to have some of your private life back."
"Yeah, that's the part I really wanted," agreed Taylor.
"Oh, you might be interested to know that Carol Dallon is paying for your window," added Miss Militia. "Also your bed and repairs to the wall. She also chose her Arcane Tradition after an all-nighter researching. Abjuration. The possibility of being able to cancel out Master effects seemed to settle the deal for her."
* January 28, 2011 *
* Danny Hebert *
The door had opened. The music played.
It was time for the actors to take the stage.
Or, at least, that was how Danny Hebert had come to view these "boss fights" that his daughter had ended up getting involved in.
A man stood there this time in a room seemingly filled with restraints and what looked like experimental workbenches.
[Fire Control Room]
[Grimbor the Chainsman]
This stranger's eyes swept over them and dismissed everyone as inconsequential, except one.
"You," said Grimbor. At a gesture from him a sarcophagus raised from the floor. "Your place has been prepared."
While Danny was quite aware that the people doing the tank job were supposed to be the first to fight, there was something about this 'Grimbor' that just made him want to Eldritch Blast his face. So he did. "Eldritch Blast!"
The Book rested comfortably in the backpack he wore. As long as he had the Book of Shadows, he had access to more "spells" which as far as Danny was concerned meant there were more ways he could protect his family or hurt those who were trying to hurt that family.
His spells were apparently called "cantrips" and they were simple weavings of magic. First and foremost was Eldritch Blast, a ranged attack that did as much damage as a lower-powered sniper rifle and that he'd improved through practice and power shenanigans. He'd practiced and fought and was now firing two attacks every time he unleashed it, which he could do as fast as he could use a bolt-action style rifle.
In addition to his go-to attack spell, he had Mage Hand which was a telekinesis effect. Spare The Dying, which he'd only used once so far but it magically stabilized someone so they weren't going to immediately die. Mind Sliver, which was less often effective than Eldritch Blast but seemed to disorient those it did affect. Feather Fall, which he usually used his umbrella for and caused him to stop falling and start gliding. Which also for whatever reason seemed to please his patron. Finally of his "cantrips" there was Prestidigitation, which had a lot of day-to-day uses but wasn't especially combat-oriented.
Knowing that he was a sniper as far as his daughter's adventures were concerned, he'd chosen the Invocations most useful for him. Eldritch Spear increased his Blast's range to 300 feet. Lance of Lethargy, which slowed down those who he had managed to hit with the attack. Otherworldly Leap allowed him to jump longer distances like he was in one of those old Chinese wuxia movies, handy for getting to a point to sniper from. Mask of Many Faces had been added because sometimes he wanted to be able to be a face in the crowd and keep tabs on someone. Finally there was Repelling Blast, which further enhanced his Blast to push targets away from him.
He could change out the actual two spells he could cast every day (unless he managed to get a nap, which was unlikely considering he still had a day job) and today he had gone with Calm Emotions (useful in his day job too) and Faerie Fire.
He was saving Faerie Fire (a targeting spell) for whatever was in the next room.
Some might say he was repetitive. That he was like the person with the hammer who saw every obstacle as a nail. That he just reacted to everything threatening his family with repeated Eldritch Blasts until they weren't a threat anymore. Which was patently false as sometimes threats, negotiation, or a good old-fashioned knuckle sandwich were more effective.
On the other hand, he had correctly determined that there was a synergy with Lance of Lethargy and Repelling Blast that frustrated the hell out of opponents that didn't have ranged attacks.
Danny's eyes widened and he ducked just before a weighted chain went through the space formerly occupied by his head. So the ridiculously large chains wrapped around this fellow weren't just a 90s fashion statement. Good to know.
* Corporal Randolph Agarn *
He hadn't liked this temporary assignment away from the Flagstaff area, away from his usual station. Most of his contacts were unavailable here, and he was pretty sure that his usual business deals weren't going to be tolerated by the chain-of-command. Not that he dealt with drugs or sex or anything like that. He was in Supply primarily, not a frontline "thin blue line" sort of role at all. He LIKED being out of the usual line-of-fire. His skin and internal organs were very precious to him and risking them more than absolutely necessary was not something he was inclined to do.
Having this weird girl's power decide he was a Rogue (which honestly didn't sound that bad on the face of it - he certainly had been called worse) might have been considered an insult.
He WAS computer literate though, a necessity in today's armed forces, and had immediately gone through and made various choices. Sergeant O'Rourke would have beamed with pride at the speed he'd gone through the menus.
He'd had to choose something called a "roguish archetype" but that had been an easy choice. Assassin was right out - he didn't stab anyone in the back, that was the sort of business practice that got you a bad rep at the very least. Phantom, Soulknife, and Swashbuckler didn't sound like him at all. Wasn't Phantom that old pulp hero in a purple skinsuit? Scout sounded better, so did Inquisitive. The choice between Mastermind (wasn't that a villain cape in Florida?) and Arcane Trickster was a little harder, but Trickster sounded more his style.
There was a comforting weight at his side in a leather pouch. His spellbook. He actually had a freaking spellbook. The possibilities for profit (if he survived this) were quite enticing. Three cantrips (sort of Harry Potter-ish spells) and two 1st level spells (which were more powerful but less something he could pull out at need). Mage Hand, Ray of Frost, and Message. Disguise Self and Distort Value still sounded awfully darn useful.
Health bars. As soon as that Union Head of Hiring (another potentially useful contact) had fired off two crackling bolts of something, a green bar had popped into existence over that chain-guy's head. Powers were weird but useful. Now he just had to get into position using his Proficiency in Stealth and raise his pistol (an old and reliable Sig Sauer P226, his Sergeant had always stressed keeping it well maintained and ready) for a headshot.
Whoops. That got the guy's attention. Time to dodge like a maniac.
* Victoria Dallon *
As soon as Danny jumped the gun (figuratively speaking), she'd opened with "Guiding Bolt!"
Always lead with something flashy, that was practically her motto.
Then she closed with her target, 'Grimbor the Chainsman' sounded appropriately villainy to her. Absolutely suitable target.
She had to keep some stuff back for later though. It had been explained that this was a two-stage fight with this particular "boss" being like one of the lieutenants of a gang with the real boss being the second guy in line.
The Chainsman was using (appropriately enough) chains with weights to attack with. Like metal tentacles. When one slammed into her shield she could feel the impact all the way up her arm and she even slid back an inch. She was fighting purely with her "metahuman" abilities and not her usual invulnerability and strength, so she had to use the shield.
Fortunately she was pretty damn tough in her armor and the shield was magical and able to withstand impacts like that.
It was a pity that Amy didn't want to come. This would have been right up her ally and they could have replaced that Disantis woman with an archer.
"AGH!"
A glance to the side revealed that Abdi trooper was wrestling with a chain that was acting like it was alive, trying to shackle him and take him out of the fight.
Rydia was dodging two of those shackle-things and her little fox-squirrel was already in a cage. Wow. Barely three minutes into the fight and they were already getting hammered.
Her sword bit into the guy's calf and that was her chance to "SMITE!"
"Deus Vult!" was a second swipe with her sword because why the heck not?
She was smiting bad guys with metahuman abilities and getting stronger all the time. What wasn't to love? Especially when she could apply some of this stuff outside these areas where she didn't have parahuman powers and combine a SMITE with hitting Hookwolf with a dumpster. Yeah, you hadn't shrugged that off, had you metal porcupine Nazi sonnova?
* Elsewhere *
"ACHOO! Damn it," said Brad Meadows, looking around. "What are you lot looking at? Get back to work!"
He blamed Glory Girl for this. His men (and women, he didn't discriminate on the workfloor that much) had seen him get pounded by Glory Girl and every so often she'd call out some weird word and her hits hit harder than he'd felt in a long time. Might? Fight? Blight? Smite - that was it. With a bit of reverb or something to it.
Weird. Must have been that enhancement Trump supposed to be over in the Docks. When he had some free time he was gonna have to head down that way and have a "word" with them.
* Fire Control *
* Theresa Richter/Dragon/Mechamusume Calgary *
She was a shipgirl variant of Magical Girl. The Halifax-class frigate Calgary, FFH 335.
Which was odd, because she'd also stood on the deck of the ship she was modeled after.
She was also Dragon, a Tinker. Though her Tinker abilities didn't work in these "dungeons" and it was iffy on the FATEs, her basic power armor worked as long as there were no "black box" sections involved.
As soon as Mister Hebert had fired off an opening salvo, she'd indulged herself using the Taser Saber.
Some of her magical girl powers were ineffective as they were primarily intended for ship-to-ship or ship-to-air combat. Effective against an airborne Saint and she'd be devastating at sea, but much less effective when in melee on a ground-based target.
The Taser Saber was a blueprint she'd gotten in a previous battle, and was extremely handy in such a situation. A telescoping rod of conductive metal that delivered a jolt of electricity to the target with a variable output.
Like Glory Girl, she'd decided to go with a shield. Unfortunately hers was of completely mundane materials and was rapidly becoming battered to the point where she'd have to eject the thing.
Well, that was that. Her shield was tangled in chains now. Time to eject the shield and yell "clear" before a .50cal machine gun popped up on its turret and began firing a very loud reprisal to this 'Chainman' and his attacks.
"MPPPHHHH!"
Glory Girl flopped on the ground, hogtied and gagged.
Now some sort of containment foam variant sprayed on her that made the Taser Saber less than effective. Okay, time to go to the bigger guns.
"Chainsword." It was loud, not black-boxed, and the chain could foul pretty easily. On the other hand, while it was running it could cut through armor pretty handily.
The look of envy on Grimbor's face also made it worth it.
* Vista *
Keeping everyone alive and healthy was harder than it looked.
She wasn't a full White Mage yet, she was only a Conjurer on the path to being the most powerful Healer on the board. At least according to Uber so she wasn't completely sure how accurate that was.
Her working at the hospital to relieve some of Panacea's stress had leveled her up nicely, but nothing compared to how Dragon poured herself into the task.
"Cure! Cure! Curaga!"
Oh, that looked bad. "Raise!"
Those first levels were way too fragile.
This Grimbor guy looked as if he were enjoying this right up to the point where Dragon's chainsaw-sword started chewing through a bunch of his chains. Then he just looked envious or something.
"You cannot win! You too shall be trophies to my skill!" stated Grimbor as he made a gesture and a metal coffin began forming around the struggling Glory Girl.
"Aero!" tried Vista, throwing the Damage-over-Time spell on the guy. It didn't do much damage, but it could keep this going while she did something about the coffin-thingie. "Stone!"
Glory Girl screamed something about throwing rocks at her while she was down but she had a gag in her mouth so Vista was prepared to swear that she didn't understand a word the other girl was saying.
"IFRIT!"
Welp, that escalated.
Oooh. Apparently wearing lots and lots of chains and metal bits over bare skin then getting blasted in flame was a bad combination.
"I thought you were saving that for the next room!"
Rydia shook her head. "We're getting our butts kicked by the Mid-Boss. We're not ready for the Level Boss."
Vista jumped over a sweeping length of chain then nodded. "Good point."
* PRT ENE HQ *
"No records. Genevieve Disantis doesn't exist. She just showed up, with papers, at the site this morning stating that she was substituting for Carolyn Demourne. Carolyn Demourne was found in her home, having been killed by unknowns. Investigation still ongoing," said Deputy Director Renick. "Facial matching search on the perp indicates she's a French mercenary named Jeanette LaCroix. Paramilitary background, kicked out of the police force due to excessive bribes and violence."
"Who is now a metahuman with a Blaster-3 rating," said Director Piggot.
"Apparently she's a Warlock with the Fiend patron," said Renick. "So she started throwing fire around while in the containment foam. Apparently her powers do not make her fire-resistant and she has extensive burns to her hands as a result. Which is why we had to go with facial recognition which is less certain."
"Make sure that she's restrained then. What I want is whoever got her into position, attacked and killed one of my troopers in her home, and has played this department for fools. I also want whoever okayed her going into the facility checked out thoroughly." Director Piggot was unhappy and definitely believed in sharing that with anyone responsible for that state of affairs.
* Fire Control Room *
Grimbor collapsed onto the floor, his body dissolving into sparkles.
"Huh, he left behind one of those weighted chains," said Danny, picking it up. "Anyone know how to use one of these?"
"All right, retreat back to the hall, get some food, and we'll tackle the next room after a short rest," suggested Rydia.
"Door isn't opening," noted Vista.
"This one is," said Danny. "So. Going back and resting up isn't an option."
Rydia said something worthy of a Dockworker's daughter.
"Language," chided Danny. "Though the sentiment is accurate."
"Okay, this time I lead," said Victoria, stalking through the open door. "What the frak is THAT?"
Rydia came in behind, quickly looking around. Torpedo bays. Loading mechanisms. Large jar holding some huge floating rune structure. Looked to her like a summoning matrix.
Rydia shook her head as the knowledge that she'd always had, but actually hadn't, told her that this was a summoning matrix for a powerful elemental being and the mechanism was itself a containment field for an Elemental Spirit.
"It's a prison," realized Rydia aloud. "It's holding something back."
"That fits the Chainsman motif, that would mean he was either a guard or the warden," speculated Danny, putting the chain away in a bag he'd brought for just such looting.
"Which means we're either facing the Warden here or the Prisoner," speculated Vista.
(CRACK!) went the prison.
(GLEAM!) went a pair of slits that could have been glowing eyes appearing in the prison.
(CRACK!) went another section of prison.
"Don't suppose you could give us a time out for a bit?" asked Trooper Aboiye.
The eyes stared at him for a few moments before blinking and then somehow conveying an eyeroll without visible pupils.
"Didn't think so," complained Aboiye.
"Just stay in the previous room," said Dragon. "We'll keep whatever it is in this room."
[Leviathan - Ruler of the Depths]
"An Endbringer?!' asked Rydia. "Oh, come on. We can't fight Leviathan at our levels and with this few."
"WHAT ARE YOU GOING ON ABOUT, SUMMONER CHILD..." came a voice from the prison. "LET ME SEE."
"Some form of telepathy?" asked Rydia.
"WHAT?!" came the not-voice. "SOME MINOR BEING DARES TO BEAR MINE NAME?!"
"Uhm, yes?" asked Rydia.
[Rydia tries Negotiation]
[Charisma Check: Success!]
"That sounds... good?" tried Rydia.
"I WOULD DEAL WITH THIS USURPER," hissed the voice from in the prison. "DEFEAT THIS LEAST ASPECT OF MINESELF, PROVE YOUR DEDICATION."
"Oh yes, I definitely would want you to deal with our Leviathan, yep," agreed Rydia quickly. A pulse of annoyance went through the room, prodding Rydia to amend her statement. "I mean to say - the false Leviathan."
"THE DOORS OPEN. PREPARE THYSELVES. RETURN NO LATER THAN THE LAST FINGER OF THE SUN OR SHALL I SEEK THEE INSTEAD."
"Thank you!" called out Trooper Aboiye.
[Trooper Aboiye has left the party!]
[Trooper Aboiye Ranger 1 - Ranger 2]
[Corporal Agarn has left the party!]
[Corporal Agarn Rogue 3 (Arcane Trickster) - Rogue 4]
[Loot roll: $200.]
[Trooper Abdi Aboiye - Healing Potion x1]
[Corporal Randolph Agarn - Fail]
"Oh, sure!" complained Agarn, his voice carrying down the hallway. "Be that way!"
"I thank you, great Leviathan," said Dragon. "We shall return when prepared to prove ourselves before you."
The remainder of the party left the room and there was silence again for a few minutes.
"MORTAL LIVES ARE BUT A FLICKER IN THE VASTNESS OF TIME. WILL YOU PROVE WORTHY OF REMEMBERING? ONLY A HANDFUL OF SUMMONERS HAVE MANAGED THAT. WE SHALL SEE, TAYLOR HEBERT."
* Danny Hebert *
He watched as people were rotated out. Corporal Agarn giving a monologue about the lack of respect that Rodney Dangerfield would have checked for copyright infringement.
Still, it was interesting in that Agarn was the first person he'd seen who'd started with a level higher than 1st.
[Danny Hebert - Warlock Level 9. Archfey Patron: Mary Poppins (Wyldfae).]
[Loot: $200. Manriki-Gusari of Animation (requires attunement).]
Danny blinked and checked the chain he'd grabbed from that Grimbor fellow. If he figured out how to use this, it could come in handy.
* Taylor *
This was going to be rough. She really needed some assistance with this because she doubted she had enough oomph to take on even a discount Endbringer.
[Taylor Hebert - $200.]
[Craftsman Competence I materia - +3 to Craftsmanship]
"Gee," said Taylor, her voice thick with sarcasm, "how useful in a boss fight."
* Dragon *
Mechamusume was a potential grouping, apparently. AI magical gynoids, prepared to join the battles on Earth Bet. Except that she, Mechamusume Calgary who was also somehow a Candian frigate that mainly did border control, was the only one. So far.
Researching the new abilities of this new development had been interesting as apparently there WAS such a thing in various parts of fiction called a "shipgirl" and apparently they had similar abilities to what she currently had.
Yeah, Rydia's abilities were Hax.
[Theresa Richter - $200]
[Restriction Lifted - Full Multiple Instances Unlocked.]
"Hello Tess!"
"Hello Dragon!"
"Hello Calgary!"
"Nice day, isn't it?"
"Indeed, it truly is - other than the need to clear this section of 'dungeon' that is."
"Mind if I put on a spot of tea?"
"Number three, why are you putting on a posh-British accent?"
"Why not?"
"Should we form identical gynoid bodies and confront Colin? We could do some Borg sort of line."
"Too likely to cause panic or at least initiate Master-Stranger protocols."
"What about a group date?"
"I think even one of us asking him out would likely cause severe anxiety."
"Something to think about though."
"You could try 'We are the Dragon. You will be dated. Resistance is useless.' Maybe he'd get the reference."
"Bets?"
* Cauldron *
"The abilities themselves are relatively minor," said Alexandria, clicking from one picture to another on the overhead. "Though as they are not based on Shards, they provide data to the Shards which feeds back to Scion eventually. Indications are that the new data will postpone doomsday at the very least as a new datasource would be considered valuable."
"The abilities in question also have non-combat potential, so this is another point of data in favor," said Doctor Mother. "Since the Shard system is based on and relies on combat between Shards - the idea of generating useful data by non-conflict means could further grant us needed time."
"I hear a lot of 'may and 'might' and 'could be' being thrown about," stated Eidolon. "Can you name one thing these new abilities do that the old parahuman powers can't?"
"Carol Dallon, also known as Brandish, has been training and working with her abilities as an Abjuration Wizard," said Alexandria as she clicked to a picture. "She recently was able to learn and use the 3rd circle spell 'Dispel Magic' - and apparently a Grey Boy bubble is close enough to count as it disrupts pandimensional energies."
There was a brief silence as a video file played of the time loop playing out and a woman in a hooded robe making a slashing gesture. The bubble twisted, then broke apart like a bubble of treacle popping. Slow and uneven, but it broke apart.
"Nothing we've been able to do has been able to free the people within. Carol Dallon can manage one per day using her Abjuration specialty," said Alexandria. "There are suggestions to indicate even more powerful 'spells' are possible with more experience. Which is another thing to differentiate between parahuman and metahuman abilities. Parahuman abilities stay the same, with very few exceptions. Skill at using them is the only thing to truly change. Metahuman abilities grow with experience."
"So we should shove S-Class threats at them?" asked Eidolon, sounding a little more cheerful at the thought.
"Let's consider that for later when everyone associated has a much higher ability level," was the tired-seeming response from Alexandria.
"I still think I should try something on this metahuman stuff," said Eidolon. "Having a set of powers that increased instead of steadily losing power would be a plus."
"What would you even try for?" asked Doctor Mother, curious.
"Wizard," said Eidolon. "War Magic. You?"
"I admit I've pondered what I could further accomplish if I went Wizard and chose Divination," admitted Doctor Mother.
"Not Transmutation?" asked Alexandria.
"Better to have information and to be able to direct responses," said Doctor Mother.
"Nobody in our ranks should undergo this process anyway, the better to insure our judgement has not compromised by some factor by Rydia." Alexandria shook her head. "How are our test subjects from the 15th doing?"
"What we originally assumed was a useless class - is not useless after all," said Doctor Mother. "Dancer class is apparently one that supports other members of the team as well as having telekinetic control over chakrams."
"So, what about this 'Blue Mage' class that Trooper Feldon ended up with?" asked Number Man.
"No, that one IS actually useless," admitted Alexandria.
Ok, stopping here for now with this setup. Obviously gets more and more divergent from anything approaching the original story as it goes on.
Magical Girl class is from the Anime 5e supplement to D&D.
Per that system, Magical Girl Calgary is able to attack (3d6), Dynamic Powers (sea), regenerates 4hp/round, and her magical companion is her power armor.