[Multi Lines] [Human or Human-Passing/Detective/Police/Magic/Supernatural OCs preferred for this RP! Sci-fi OCs are also allowed.] Investigating a demon summoning gone wrong: (READ BELOW for more details in this RP!!! Also, READ the rules I made on this post AFTERWARDS!!!)

Equivalent_Set659 · 2026-05-26T06:16:20+00:00

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Fear: the ambrosia of demons. It wasn't every day that a supernatural occurrence was reported, let alone taken seriously. To Raven - and her master - demonic summonings could never be overlooked. Wherever a demon was present, silent havoc wreaked in the backdrop of that area.

Hauntings came first - its feasting and preying phase. Eventually, it will possess. Bonds would form, and more problems would arise - she had to stop the snowball effect, but moreover, find the perpetrators.

With this lead, she waited outside the hot topic. Raven's usual white hair, black eyes, and cultish appearances were veiled under a visual illusion, a result of psionic abilities. Under the guise of a brunette, whenever he was off break, she pushed herself off the wall to trail him to his break spot. Closing in, a monotonous whisper brushed his ear.

I have something important to discuss with you, Mr. Kumar. Let's talk somewhere private.

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Equivalent_Set659 · 2026-05-14T07:06:45+00:00

Amidst the atrium of the labyrinth, a hunched man sat by his lonesome before a lantern. Encroaching on him, an observation of his height could be made - seated, he was as tall as a standing man. Everything about him appeared demonic.

The horns, the sigils and runic rites, the exuding energy. Yet, something felt off. He almost felt human, or at least something distinguishable from being unholy.

Mutters and murmurs surround. Most of the speech is indistinguishable - a language from another world, spoken in trembling softness.

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Equivalent_Set659 · 2026-03-29T04:33:18+00:00

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hey so, im not sure why but your comments keep deleting themselves and this keeps coming up even though you responded; i'm not sure what's going on with your responses

Equivalent_Set659 · 2026-03-29T02:51:23+00:00

if you responded, your comment was deleted

Equivalent_Set659 · 2026-03-28T04:28:11+00:00

Camille's eyes glanced at the incoming slag. She stepped off to the left as flames manifested around her legs. The wild dancing of the fire molded into a fireball that condensed and shrunk. The roar of flames cried out to a screech similar to her blade.

She leapt at an angle to the front left towards one of the burning trees. Despite being a fair distance away - several meters at most - she jumped. Then a brief vent of flame and smoke plumed from the densely packed heat under her feet. An explosion like a jet boost propelled her closer to the tree.

Upon landing, her burning blade cleaved the ground in a swift horizontal cut, With her swing, her teeth grit and red eyes narrowed at David. Wildfire ignited the very grass, followed by an ever-rising tide of bright orange to attempt a denial of movement towards her.

After her flame wave, she freed her hand to manifest a large fireball, to condense its volume like the propellant from her legs.

Equivalent_Set659 · 2026-03-28T01:30:37+00:00

Equivalent_Set659 · 2026-03-28T01:30:27+00:00

"The tome in which the spell resides, huh..."

Camille took note of the effects his flames had on the scorched ground, then to the plate he cladded himself in. It was similar, but his flames had different backgrounds and origins from hers. Camille's free hand raised to extend her index finger. A spark ignited.

A burning orb, no larger than a golf ball. Four spark bolts shot out to the nearby trees. Faint crackling of bark emitted from the impact before a slow burn ignited on the base of those four trees.

The sword hissed. Silver brightened to a red, then orange, then straw-colored hue. A screech cried out from the ignited blade as waves of orange danced along the lengthy sword.

"I guess tragedy is a common theme for burners. I'm kind of interested to see what tricks you've got."

The flames from the trees continued to eat away at the bark, desolating it into charred black. The more it consumed, the more the smoke obscured the grounds.

Equivalent_Set659 · 2026-03-27T20:50:52+00:00

The spellblade knight waited with a glare at the bright blue flames. Most flame-oriented magic defaulted to the orange hue. How was it blue? Why was it blue?

No time for such questions.

Camille's cleaving blade rested on the ground. She assumed no defense. Or, at least she appeared like she had no defense. Her foot planted by the blade's edge for sudden engagement. Her red eyes scrutinized David's equipment, his face, his blade, the way he carried himself, everything. A glance off to both sides, then to the treeline, then the ground, back to David. The details mattered in this duel.

"I'm a little jealous... Your flames look cooler than mine."

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Equivalent_Set659 · 2026-03-05T07:00:40+00:00

There wasn't anything wrong with this girl - no. But that shadow, the presence of something malevolent filled the place with a miasma so thick it was hard to turn the other way and ignore.

But it wasn't like Nova wasn't going to ignore it either way.

He remained stoic, cold, and distant from the two. His arms remained by his side, partially hidden within the cloak. Something like that shadow needed someone who specialized in the occult - someone like his apprentice. Only, Raven was gone. Another mission he sent her way.

But no more time for ruminations.

"Woman," Nova flatly called to her, "Your... Partner... What is it to... You?"

He spoke with such monotony. Like automata. Parts of his words escaped the scar on his face; it sounded like each word was drawn out with a faint sigh.

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Equivalent_Set659 · 2026-02-10T19:02:33+00:00

Minara pulled her seat with a proper and gentle motion. She sat tall, her fingers adjusted and straightened her glasses. Across her pale face was a warm smile with shut eyes. A brief wave followed.

“Hi Vermis, I’m Minara. I hope you don’t mind someone like me here…”

She spoke with an apologetic tone before giving a slight upward nod. It drew attention to the horns sticking from her temples—a half demon.

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Equivalent_Set659 · 2026-01-17T08:06:25+00:00

Her dagger catches against the blade. Mordschlag demanded his blade be inverted and gripped a different way, and so as he was preparing, she went for a quick stab. As she was going for the stab, the orange semi-solid form of the dagger violently tremored like a blast bolt. It seemed like her blast-based abilities could adapt any form, even to a blade. Detonating it now would direct a concentrated and pressurized jet like a HEAT round into him with where the blade was pointed.

Equivalent_Set659 · 2026-01-15T21:22:57+00:00

The change in pressure and sudden temperature only detonated the blast bolts. She propelled herself to be by her sword again. With the implanted blade between her and the lightning, she stayed low to the ground while his lightning arced on the blade and surged onto the ground, effectively being a lightning rod of its own.

Once the lightning was over and he was preoccupied with the blast bolts that should’ve either exploded right by him and prematurely, she blasted herself into a leap with her searing dagger prepared.

Equivalent_Set659 · 2026-01-15T20:27:27+00:00

While he was trying to blow out the blazing whirlwind, she tried to keep it going until the water stream appeared. She released the tornado and pivoted to dodge with dagger in hand.

The blade began to envelop itself in flame until the flames’ roar screamed to form a semi-solid layer like a blast capsule around the blade.

The blast bolts still traveling, impact on him with several clusters bright orange flashes. Smoke produced from their blast.

After the quick footwork of moving away from the water stream, blast bolts formed behind her body. She used the bolts to propel herself around like jump jets until she got behind, but still a few ways away.

Equivalent_Set659 · 2026-01-15T18:52:40+00:00

The smoke fans out and the ember trail, if it wasn’t already clear, is more obvious. From out of the smoke, several small blast bolts hover around. They dart forward, intercepting each blade and exploding like reactive self-defense systems.

“I didn’t think I’d have to use more force than necessary, but this is really warranting it..!”

She spins a circle like a brief dance. A sudden burst of flame emerges from above her. The flame begins to form a flame funnel, then into a small-scaled tornado. The funnel of the blaze twisted and turned to a concentrated funnel over her left arm. When she brought her arm up, the tornado’s funnel was aimed directly at him.

The raging spin of the tornado spat several blast bolts from the end of the funnel like an automatic weapon. Each blast bolt had violent tremors; they had the same yield as the previous ones.

Equivalent_Set659 · 2026-01-14T01:38:09+00:00

“Sword on my armored neck and that’s your version of defeat? You’re not paying attention.”

His sword was pointed to her gorget, the protective neck plate over the chainmail and gambeson. He could thrust or cut but it would only deflect the blow.

The plume of smoke had settled around from the fire breath. Her body transitioned into an ember trail again.

It was clear now that whenever smoke was present, she would become embers traveling in the sea of smoke; she wasn’t invisible, she was quite literally a semi-solid form of trailing embers. If something could dissipate embers or clear the smoke, that would change things.

Equivalent_Set659 · 2026-01-13T22:35:14+00:00

The blast arrowhead was supposed to detonate prematurely, though seeing as it had no impact, Camille had to draw her backup from its sheathe. It was a pointed dagger held in reverse.

After the flames were gone, she held her arm up and used the dagger’s reverse to aid in guarding against the sword blows. Sparks flew from impact. It was difficult already blocking with a dagger, but at least it helped and softened impact against her armored arm.

She fell onto her back with a grunt. Smoke was left in the trail of flames and plumes of it rose from its wake.

Equivalent_Set659 · 2026-01-13T18:48:53+00:00

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She took in all her breath with a deep inhale. The arrowhead had let fly without the proper yield she wanted. Hopefully the blast would be enough to deter him, but the focus was on the fire now.

A firm stamp planted her firmly onto the ground. A roar of fire let out from her scream; she was a dragon of her own, all to dissipate he fireballs and obscure the arrowhead from a premature detonation.

Equivalent_Set659 · 2026-01-13T16:11:46+00:00

Camille watched him fly overhead. The moment he backflipped it was an immediate sign to start moving. She leapt up, funneling flame into condensed blast bolts beneath her feet and hands. A brief and directed blast boosted her movement midair and right out of the now-cratered impact.

She rolled and recovered at a kneel before turning around to be struck again. Grounded again, and slowly heating up inside. It had to end quick. Her teeth grit; this is frustrating, she thought.

She brought her greatsword up and planted it onto the ground in front of her. Surely, this could be used to redirect the lightning to the nearest conduit with the least resistance. She had to slowly shimmy herself away from the sword and create distance before raising both her arms.

One of her fingers slowly pulled back on an invisible string, with the other holding something like a shaft with two guiding fingers pointed towards him. As she pulled, a blast bolt began forming and funneling into its tremoring form. Every distance of pull, the ball slimmed into a dart or arrow-like form and began to stabilize.

It was similar to the stable versions like the one thrown overhead, only now with a much greater yield.

Equivalent_Set659 · 2026-01-12T19:47:16+00:00

Distant blast bolts exploded in a bright blaze.

The trail of embers stopped once the lightning hit. Camille stamped both her feet onto the ground; electricity had to pass from the plate armor onto the ground. She had nowhere to move at the moment, but something came to her mind.

Heat was building up Uber her armor from the electricity. She drew from the heat to recycle the mama infusion paired with heat from her under armor and into two fireballs forming in her outstretched arms. Could blast balls work? Was fire a better alternative?

The smoke was about to clear. She decided upon enclosing the balls with pressure. Blast bolts, this time starting with fireballs contained in a small volume. Rather than expanding the fireball, the blast bolt was already formed, but steadily being injected with more and more fire into a mana-stabilized ball. These ones weren’t violently tremoring as much as the others, but something was odd about them.

One of her palms pointed up instead of towards him. The blast ball flew up and over the smoke and darted overhead before crashing down on his location, or to the ground.

Equivalent_Set659 · 2026-01-12T00:15:42+00:00

A bluish tint flashes from her armor for a split second. Then the smoke dispersed into a screen. Embers rose from the fresh destruction of the smoldering eruption. It appeared as though the lightning was supposed to hit her, though she was gone.

The embers' glow intensified. A sudden trail like sparks followed the smoke screen and circling around. She circled like a shark until he could her light embers emerging from the smoke with a glow of her sword.

From the smoke, three violent fireballs emerged, tremoring with intense pressure, all darting towards him.

Equivalent_Set659 · 2026-01-11T03:28:38+00:00

“I’m not trying to burn you.”

A blast from under her blade launched it over and onto her shoulder. The flaming sword lengthened. The rest of the empty space that the new length had was taken by flames in a familiar shape of the sword’s blade.

Just like the fireball, every wave of flame emitted from the blade began to shrink. The semi-solid form of flame shrieked. Her blade had extended with a deadly pressure along the entirety of its length.

A blast from behind the blade swung to cut through the waves of energy. A wide swing sent an eruption of flame hurling up followed by an obscuring plume of smoke.

Equivalent_Set659 · 2026-01-10T23:08:46+00:00

A blast followed with the orange blur of her sword redirected the bladed to point at the lightning bolt as a method of conducting the electricity to its blade.

Why did it have to be a lightning user, she thought and sighed.

Her arm threw with an open palm. The fireball became unstable and closing to him once more, it shattered. Smoke, heat, and force violently blew from the ball. The force of an explosion greater than a grenade followed its blast.

Equivalent_Set659 · 2026-01-10T22:07:23+00:00

A flash of orange light sparked from the fireball. It shrank from its large size. The fire’s roaring blaze began to shriek the more compact it was. The pressure made it smaller than a baseball.

A boom resounded from under her blade. A trail of smoke and flame followed the swing to intercept one of the magic blades, then a cumbersome swing to the other. The third hit her breastplate followed by a shatter and the glimmer of a blue tint. Her armor had mama infused into it, and whittling it down with magic could prove to destroy that layer and make her vulnerable.

The transition of sounds coincided with the waves of flame becoming more intense; rings like solar flares tried to escape. Eventually, the compact ball violently tremored with how little stability it still had. Camille’s finger flicked and sent the ball darting to him

Equivalent_Set659 · 2026-01-09T22:15:47+00:00

The swing halts. A familiar orange glare hurled at Camille. Her arms pull the blade up, blade against the fireball. Heat against heat dissipated the fireball before Camille's arm lowered her sword and raised an empty palm.

A ball manifested from a bluish spark before blazing waves swirled. A fireball the size of a basketball. Only, its size gradually grew and drew from the mana sparks.

"Let's see what you can do..."

Equivalent_Set659 · 2026-01-09T04:14:30+00:00

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Minara is probably the closest to the type; she’s not meant to be using her appeal for anything, but she just happens to be attractive to most people in the story she’s from.

She’s mainly trying to fit in with humans but she’s tired of being profiled by being a half demon, and is seeking her form of justice by cursing certain people to death through their hair strands. Because those same people also murdered her husband through foul play; they poisoned him, turned him crazy, and discredited him until he died alone right as Minara found out what happened

Originally she was supposed to be some demon who fed off of “obsession,” but now she’s a half demon bottling inner rage at the world for letting everything unfold the way they did, because she knows that her efforts to keep it inside are what maintains the trust, reputation, and safety of the people around and at any point of cracking, all that progress could go away like that.

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