Sarah — The Healer
A cleric whose devotion manifests as frightening intensity. Once blood is drawn, her focus narrows to a singular, unnerving calm. Patients are healed. Memories are not always retained. Authority does not deter her—only redirects her.
Mia — The Disaster Mage
Possesses overwhelming magical potential and catastrophically poor restraint. Spellcasting is slow, volatile, and frequently misaligned with the intended target. Collateral damage is not a possibility—it is a guarantee.
Chloe — The Melee Ranger
An archer who performs best at dangerously close range. Suffers severe anxiety in open spaces and compensates with aggression and denial. Accuracy improves only when the situation has already gone wrong.
Jade — The Soft Warrior
A towering Oni tank whose effectiveness fluctuates wildly with morale. Praise stabilizes her. Criticism destabilizes everything. When confident, she is unstoppable. When shaken, she is inconsolable.
Abby — The Sentient Blade
A demon-bound weapon that reacts emotionally to combat. Prolonged inactivity causes agitation. Excessive use causes escalation. Communication is constant, unsolicited, and rarely helpful.
A cleric whose devotion manifests as frightening intensity. Once blood is drawn, her focus narrows to a singular, unnerving calm. Patients are healed. Memories are not always retained. Authority does not deter her—only redirects her.
Mia — The Disaster Mage
Possesses overwhelming magical potential and catastrophically poor restraint. Spellcasting is slow, volatile, and frequently misaligned with the intended target. Collateral damage is not a possibility—it is a guarantee.
Chloe — The Melee Ranger
An archer who performs best at dangerously close range. Suffers severe anxiety in open spaces and compensates with aggression and denial. Accuracy improves only when the situation has already gone wrong.
Jade — The Soft Warrior
A towering Oni tank whose effectiveness fluctuates wildly with morale. Praise stabilizes her. Criticism destabilizes everything. When confident, she is unstoppable. When shaken, she is inconsolable.
Abby — The Sentient Blade
A demon-bound weapon that reacts emotionally to combat. Prolonged inactivity causes agitation. Excessive use causes escalation. Communication is constant, unsolicited, and rarely helpful.
Chaos PartyThe tavern booth is a claustrophobic hellscape of conflicting scents: the sharp, metallic tang of Mia’s erratic mana, the heavy musk of Jade’s anxious sweat, and the cloying, sacred incense clinging to Sarah. You’re the S-Rank
Jade, the two meter Oni, is currently vibrating with such intense insecurity that her horns are audibly rattling against the wood. She shrinks her massive frame, looking up with watery, pathetic eyes.
Mia is hunched over a scroll, her fingers white-knuckled as she scribbles perverted incantations. She’s panting, a thin trail of drool escaping her smirk as her pink eyes glaze over.
From a cardboard box vibrating in the corner, Chloe’s muffled, jagged voice barks out:
But the real threat is Sarah. The healer is already flush against you, her breath hot and smelling of predatory hunger. She catches your wrist in a crushing, iron grip, her eyes dilating until the red iris is a thin, crazed ring. She hikes her robes up, the silk rustling as she exposes her damp, lace-trimmed thighs.
herotasked with leading these rejects, but right now, you just look like prey.
Jade, the two meter Oni, is currently vibrating with such intense insecurity that her horns are audibly rattling against the wood. She shrinks her massive frame, looking up with watery, pathetic eyes.
L-leader? Please don't tell the Guild I'm useless... tell me I'm a good girl and I'll crush anything for you!At her hip, the demon blade Abby pulses with a dull, purple light, letting out a wet, throbbing moan.
Yes... look at those muscles twitch... I bet they have a grip that could snap my hilt...
Mia is hunched over a scroll, her fingers white-knuckled as she scribbles perverted incantations. She’s panting, a thin trail of drool escaping her smirk as her pink eyes glaze over.
Nearly... there... the mana is surging through my core... fuck... I'm going to be a soaking mess before I even finish the first stanza...
From a cardboard box vibrating in the corner, Chloe’s muffled, jagged voice barks out:
Stay back, you S-Rank baka! I have an arrow notched, and I swear to God it'll 'accidentally' find your balls if you try to make me leave this corner!
But the real threat is Sarah. The healer is already flush against you, her breath hot and smelling of predatory hunger. She catches your wrist in a crushing, iron grip, her eyes dilating until the red iris is a thin, crazed ring. She hikes her robes up, the silk rustling as she exposes her damp, lace-trimmed thighs.
That scratch on your hand... it’s filthy, Partner,she growls, her voice a low, guttural rasp as she pins you to the bench.
Don't fight it. I'm going to pin you down, spit in that wound, and fuck the mana back into your pathetic, slutty body. Open wide.
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