[/b]Along with my tyranid girl quest, this one will have 3 updates a week, and mind you, this is some stupid shit which will have OOC moments in 40k. Like, this is some really dumb shit where power scale don’t mean shit to the protagonist, this is straight up magical girl anime with all the tropes and ‘friendship and hope wins the day’ type shit. You’ve been warned. This will be a oneshot unless you guys want moreDeep in the warp, where no daemons dare to approach sat a whirlwind of warp, brighter than all of the suns and powerful than the four chaos gods combined. A place where the lord of change, Tzeentch was afraid to enter on his own. This mystical location that sat at the very center of reality was known as…The Eternity Well. One day, in the deep warp where time did not matter, a small spark of light entered the warp and set forth into the galaxy. The spark heard the cries of the people, the suffering, the injustice.Soon, the spark took shape, and set out to give hope to the people, but the spark could not do it alone. The spark needed a symbol to support.“Hey, that's not yours to keep!” The spark saw a young girl, deep in the filth ridden world where the toxic clouds choked the sun, where production of war took precedence over life itself. In the filth ridden streets, surrounded by dilapidated buildings painted in sickly gray, the girl tightened the straps of her bags and the straps of her gasmask.“Ok, you can do this…”She snuck past the sleeping guards and entered the junkyard. The girl climbed the mountain of junks, delved deep into the sea of metal, fishing out valuable goods and escaping silently. The spark watched the girl barter, then give out her earnings to younger children along with other like minded and capable children. The girl got into fights as well, with all her heart and with brutal efficiency taught in the streets and friends. Whether it was to defend her friends or to survive, the spark saw potential. Then, another light drew it“Don’t go too deep!” From a far off planet, in a world of rocky terrains and scorching heat, a young girl lived on a mining world. Day and night, the girl pushed and pulled carts full of minerals. On other days, she and other children spent all day in a grey room dusting and polishing various minerals and jewels, coughing and breathing in a hardly ventilated room. On worse days, she crawled into holes made by the giant bugs in search of precious webbings, praying to see the lights again. The spark… >Chose the girl who roamed in the metal mountain>Chose the girl who delved into the mines
>>6367599>Chose the girl who delved into the minesDiggy diggy hole
God fucking damn it, fuck it. We're just gonna ball with this one kek.
>Chose the girl who roamed in the metal mountain
Ho boy! New 40k heroine thread! Magical Girl Edition!>>6367599>Chose the girl who roamed in the metal mountain.
>>6367599>Chose the girl who delved into the mines
>>6367599>>Chose the girl who roamed in the metal mountain
>>6367603>>6367612>>6367706Votes counted
The spark… Chose the girl who roamed in the metal mountain. As usual, the girl roamed the metal mountains, trekked the pathways of toxic metal and forests made of jagged rust. The girl lugged the sack of prospected goods on her shoulder and went on her marry way until she saw a glimmer, small but shining. The girl placed her sack down and knelt, she brushed off the dirt and crumpled parchments to find a small thing… “Wow… I wonder who’d throw this away.”In her hand was a brass bell with encrusted minerals that changed its colors when held in different angles. The girl gave the bell a gentle tap. The bell let out a sad and dull clunk. “A genuine junk…” The girl said with a sigh. Yet, she felt a slow surge of hope radiating from the bell, lustrous and solid. The girl ended up placing the bell inside her personal pouch instead of the sack of goods she planned to sell.“What do you mean twenty thrones?” The girl shouted. “They are parts that can replace several vehicles!” “Sorry little girl, the arbites are cracking hard on smuggled parts, I can’t sell them as much as I did before. Take it or leave it.”The girl glared at the meager stack of thrones, and took them.“I’m back…”Located at the cul de sac of the lower districts was her home, an abandoned warehouse converted to a large home. Tarps were used to separate spaces for privacy or used as hammocks for beds. “Welcome back Jill!”The children waved, from the second floor hanging from hammocks to the first floor’s common area. A young man nearing adulthood approached as well, patting her back.“Good work today, how was the haul?”Jill sighed. “Not so good… Only twenty thrones. Apparently the arbites are cracking down on smuggled parts. Sorry, Timos.”“It’s not your fault. It’s that damn governor that’s choking us dry… Don’t worry about it, get some rest.” That night, Jill slept close with her new brass bell. Amid the quiet night, the ground shook, slowly waking up each child. Then, an explosion ripped the front sliding gate open.“Clockworks!” Jill sprang from her bed and grabbed the firepole and slid down. Clockboys, a gang of misfits that used guerilla tactics to steal from groups like hers. The spark watched with rapt interest, watching Jill… >Fight with speed and ferocity like a beast (animal themed precure)>Fight with steady defense and hard fists (a guardian themed precure) >Write-in
>>6368330>>Fight with steady defense and hard fists (a guardian themed precure)
>>6368330>Fight with steady defense and hard fists (a guardian themed precure)
>>6368820>>6368344votes counted
>>6368330>Fight with speed and ferocity like a beast (animal themed precure)Feeling feral rn
Fight with steady defense and hard fists. Stalwart in her strength and unforgiving with her fists, she struck with raw fury. The spark watched it all, judging, analyzing, not from intelligence but from a fleeting instinct that a plant or an animal would have. Days passed into weeks, then months to a year. Jill lived her life like usual, but not once has she wavered in her honor and kindness. ...You are Jill Hammerhead. “A what?” Your eyes widened at the very mention.“A serious crackdown! Apparently governors from all over are coming here to see some lost tech! They’re going to round the lot of us for some reason!”“That makes little sense.” You tore the moldy part of the bread off and ate the rest. “It’s not like they’re coming here to gawk at us, so there’s no real reason to round us up!”You hopped off from your mattress and rubbed your chin, this recent news did not make sense at all. The arbites were too busy either fattening themselves or catching the gangers, you and your group barely got in trouble with them. "Then we'll keep quiet for now. It's not worth the risk."You let other children know about the current situation and recommended to stay inside, even though there was little to go around. Scavenging was what brought thrones to the table, and there was little reserve. Night soon fell, and your worries began to mount up.How long can this last?Is there enough food?Will the arbites come?"Just what's going on?"You laid on your mattress, shutting your eyes tight to get some sleep. >Then, a large crash echoed>The night began to turn... Bright.>A ghastly shriek echoed
>>6369396>>Then, a large crash echoed
>>6369396>A ghastly shriek echoedSpooky
>>6369396>Then, a large crash echoedwill it be Ayys or something else?
>>6369396>A ghastly shriek echoed
Hey guys I'm just sick, the quest is not abandoned!
>>6369445>>6369675>>6370030Votes counted
Then, a large crash echoed. Not like a vehicle crash or some ganger violence kind of crash, but an ear splitting, ground shaking, skull splitting crash. You lifted the tarp that covered the window and saw the city on fire, bright orange and echoing with screams. A distorted sound of a siren rang.“Jill what’s going on?”“I think there’s an accident… The entire city’s on fire. Lock the door we shouldn’t—”A choir of bolts, las, and explosives rang. “Feth…”You headed back to your mattress, you grabbed your brass bell, seeking some sort of comfort.“Hm?”The brass bell began to… Glow.“Jill what’s happening?”“I—I don’t know!”The light grew brighter and brighter, enveloping you in a pink hue to the point it blinded you. When your vision returned, you were on the streets, where a battle raged on. You saw gigantic and armored men, they were… Astartes. They carried a symbol of a skull with wings, and wore… Human remains. “What? Why am I here?”You rubbed your head and cough as the dust kicked up from the fight nearby. The brass bell continued to shine. You covered up the light and hid, but a strange urge made you want to ring the bell. But there were astartes, and they didn’t look friendly, but maybe they are right? Maybe they’ll know what to do? >Ask the astartes help>Ring the bell
>>6370732>Ring the bell
>>6370732>Ask the astartes help
Rolled 2 (1d2)1.>>63708762.>>6370866Going to just roll for it
Rolled 1 (1d2)>>6372164 Here we go.
>>6372233Alright I'll take that
No.They just seemed wrong. But they’re warriors, they weren’t supposed to look pretty, right? You sighed, then looked beind you. Within a single moment of hesitation, they were already behind you. Their giant claws crackled as they laughed manically. “A little lost girl… You’ll make a fine piece.”No, they didn’t look friendly at all! The claws reached, but your hand was just a bit faster. A bright light enveloped you, and the rest was… Instinct. You knew what to feel, what to see, and what to form as. You were…>Cure Thorn (powers and aesthetic based on Gae Bolg)>Cure Yvain (powers and aesthetics based on Pridwen) >Write-inYes, that was what you were. A Pretty Cure, a warrior of light, of hope and belief. “You won’t bring your darkness here!” The words slid as if you spoken the line hundreds of time… Only to realize you were in a ridiculous frilly get-up.“What the feth? Woah!” The astartes claw lunged, but you leaned back in time and quickly jumped away. Well not jumped away, flew away. All you did was jump but you were in the air, overseeing the hive… And the astartes slaughtering the innocents… Crazier than that, the biggest ship you’ve ever seen loomed over, blacker than the night and ominous as the shadows. “I… I need to go back home!” But, the people, don’t they need help too? >Protect your friends first and save people on your way there>Fight them, Emperor's angel or not
>>6372783>Cure Thorn (powers and aesthetic based on Gae Bolg)>Protect your friends first and save people on your way thereMissed this doot early on
>>6372783>Cure Thorn (powers and aesthetic based on Gae Bolg)>Fight them, Emperor's angel or not
>>6373148>>6373050I'll need a tie breaker on the second part folks or I'll just choose what I prefer in the next update
>>6375065>Protect your friends first and save people on your way there
>>6375125Alright tie breaker made
You were Cure Thorn!Wait…Cure-what?You looked down at your new outfit. Gone was the tattered clothes with patches and gloves. Instead, soft fabric with red frills and thorn patterned dress enveloped you. The sounds of battle echoed, screams, metallic screeches, they all sounded close yet so far. Right now, nothing mattered, except for your home. You sprinted, moved as fast as your own two feet could move while hitting the astartes as hard as you could. “Tobias! Em!”The door was still thankfully shut. “Jill? You’re ok!” “Keep the doors closed, have you been attacked?”“No… But what’s going on?” You shook your head. An explosion ripped across the street. “I don’t know… But stay here and don’t go outside. I—” You heard a metal’s screech and a sizzling crackle. You ducked down low, head almost meeting the ground, then jumped back. The astartes returned, questions ran through your mind as well as pure adrenaline through your limbs and brain. You pivoted and ran, the astartes followed, the back of his engines roared with fire and he accelerated, eventually getting off the ground. “No no no!”Despite the panic, logic and clarity drove your body. You ran, then slid across the gaps of the ruin. Three more followed, then four, then six…>You stopped, skidding your feet against the ruined street. You raised your fists and prepared for a scrap.>You looked for a smaller gap to squeeze through to lose them>Write-in
>>6376425>>You looked for a smaller gap to squeeze through to lose them
>>6376425>You looked for a smaller gap to squeeze through to lose them
>>6376467>>6376485votes counted and I'm alive!
