- Posting Speed
- Slow As Molasses
- Online Availability
- NEVER
- Writing Levels
- Adept
- Douche
- Preferred Character Gender
- Primarily Prefer Female
- Genres
- Surrealism, Surreal Horror (Think Tim Burton), Steampunk, Sci-Fi Fantasy, Spaghetti Westerns, Mercenaries, Dieselpunk, Cyberpunk, Historical fantasies
"Hmmm. So it moves like a roulette wheel." Hotaru repeated.
She placed one of her hands on her glasses and then raised it up and down. This was a tick that she had when she was trying to grasp at a concept. Hotaru could only visualize a literal roulette wheel that was based upon a series of trope super powers she knew about or could at least grasp at. This obviously was not how Yuri's powers worked.
"Umm, I think I understand. You're like a lightening rod. You absorb certain powers based on a certain set of conditions. Yeah. That's certainly possible. Hasn't happened much in this warzone...However, that means if we can figure certain triggers or patterns...Yeah! You could easily be the most powerful magical girl in this city. We'll need all the help we can get since both my old teammates and your best friend are out to get us...."
She placed one of her hands on her glasses and then raised it up and down. This was a tick that she had when she was trying to grasp at a concept. Hotaru could only visualize a literal roulette wheel that was based upon a series of trope super powers she knew about or could at least grasp at. This obviously was not how Yuri's powers worked.
"Umm, I think I understand. You're like a lightening rod. You absorb certain powers based on a certain set of conditions. Yeah. That's certainly possible. Hasn't happened much in this warzone...However, that means if we can figure certain triggers or patterns...Yeah! You could easily be the most powerful magical girl in this city. We'll need all the help we can get since both my old teammates and your best friend are out to get us...."