Magical Girl CYOA Writestuff

19, 13, 7, 5, 2, 2, 14, 19, 6, 7, 16
Age = 6+10 (19)
Development = (13) Average
Power = (7) Time - +1 Vit or +1 Agi, +2 Luck
Weapon = (5) Melee - +1 Str and +1 Vit
Outfit = (2) Skimpy = +1 Agi
Magical Powers = (2) Killing Blow +1 Str or Mag
Perks - 14, 19, 6, 7, 16
Get out of Jail
Big Backpack
Interdimensional Home
+2 Agi
Enhanced Transformation

Str - 5
Vit - 5
Agi - 8
Mag - 5
Luck - 6

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"Slipping... Slipping... It's slipping... Slipping away..."

	She repeated these words even covered in blood and the slick dirt of the road. I hadn't seen her at all, it happened so quick. First there was all rain and dark and the road ahead, and then there was more darkness - A car wrapped around a little girl in the middle of the road. It was almost comical; All that speed and power was stopped in an instant, like hitting a brick wall. Harder than that. Like hitting a mountain.
	I must have only been unconscious for a moment, but I suppose I didn't know that. The entire front of my car had been smashed to pieces, and it was pitch black outside - I thought I had caught a glimpse of something running away very quickly, but shook it off as imagination and trauma. What was far more pressing was safety. What had I hit? Had it been a semi, or something even larger? Were tractors known to cross these slick paths in the dead of night, all steel and might to crush a small car speeding through the dark hours? My vision focused, as I brushed blood out of my eyes - I had slammed my head into the airbag, now spent and covering my face like a canvas pillow, but I did not have much time to worry about my own condition. There was a girl in my windshield.
	The small compact had practically held her in it's dashboard, a divot half the size of the car leading up to her as though wrapped around a steel rod. One of her arms dangled inside the glass; The other I could not see, and did not care to estimate what had happened to it. Glass shards had punctured everywhere, except, somehow, the thin domino mask covering her eyes held up pristinely, along with the rest of her colorful outfit marred only with her own blood. Everything else was ruined with dirt and everything was soaked.
	And her whispering. Constant. Desperate. I could not hear her for the ringing in my ears, an aftereffect of a concussion as I understand it. But it faded in time, and so her mewling was the only thing aside from the sound of rain on metal.
	"Slipping... Slipping..."
	While it made no sense to me, I did not thing she was talking to me. She was begging, pleading for someone to hear her, and yet that someone was not here. Whatever her message meant, it was terribly important to her. My senses still shattered, and mind reeling to catch up with the situation at hand, I myself was speechless and had found only one thing to do. My hands closes around hers, despite us two being strangers, in an attempt to perhaps pacify, or aid her. Only after this did her eyes turn to me. They were bloodshot, but held traces of green and blue in both of her childlike lenses, the color of green ocean; Those eyes have stuck with me, haunt me now still as she continued to desperately communicate with me or anyone else.
	"Slip away... Away..."
	The grip in her fingers fell away after what felt like an enormous time. Her voice stopped, and her head bowed down. Those eyes closed, never to open again. I was left dumbfounded, but it would seem that fate would not leave me alone just yet. There was something else here now, with me, and her, standing dry in the rain despite the shower outside. I would not understand what it was until much later; For now, I only became aware of it when it chose to introduce itself in it's own curious fashion.
	"Puchyuu~"
	Despite the words spoken, I must re-iterate the situation; Alone, in the rain, on a lonely mountain road, covered in blood either mine or a strange girl's who I had a most unfortunate hand in ending the life of, came a clear and pristine call of a being inhuman. It's attempts to be cute and disarming failed in wake of the situation, and despite it's bright chromatic being, large eyes, and exaggerated features stretched to a cartoonish grin. I have never before been so terrified of such a thing - Even later when I would observe it's true nature, this moment of confusion, of being wholly unprepared for such a thing in the wake of the tragedy already unfolded and the expected loneliness of the moment sticks with me as true terror. Had it been something far away, or floating, perhaps I'd have mistaken it for a close encounter and would have been less wrong in my assumptions, for in the moment I had visions of monsters rather than the alien.
	"Not now. Why now? A terrible time to become sloppy."
	At this point I was attempting to retreat, unbuckling my restraints and scrambling through the wreckage of the vehicle to the passenger-side seat, struggling to get away. I briefly attempted to pull the girl through, not yet having fully recognized that she was well and fully dead, but she was stuck in place like some macabre wall hanging and all I did was jostle yet more blood and glass from it's location. As though invited, the creature hopped in weightlessly through the open window, stalking atop the sill and looking upon the carnage inside with eyes unchanging; Was it a look of bemusement? Disappointment? Gem-like eyes that never changed their shine revealed not.
	"Puchyuu..." The sound came out like a sigh from barely moving lips. "Not again. This is getting to be such a bother. I would prefer not having to come across this scene all of the time."
	I had a good view of the entirety of the absurd scene from where I was. Fey creature looking over a deflated airbag, a broken girl jammed through solid glass and aluminum. And everything was soaking wet, myself, the car, the glass, the road... But not her clothing, still, nor this creature's celestial shine. It was as though they did not belong, a piece of another world entirely.
	"You. Human." I had hoped it would not look to me, but it did; It only hastened my attempts to work the car door and lock, but it appeared the damage had somehow stuck it fast in place, and it did not easily come apart. I would have to turn and put my shoulder into it, but the instant it's eyes had locked on mine I was stuck fast to gaze into them. "You will have to take responsibility for this. She has perished from her mistake, and you are not far from the same. A Magical Girl must not kill a human."
	I was not aware of any mortal wounds, but I was assured that my life was short-lived, due to complications within the brain and pains that I had not yet felt, due to the cold and adrenaline. I do not know how much of this is truthful, but at the time, every word out of this being's mouth was to me like the Gospel itself. I could doubt nothing.
	"But you die too easily. She has died too easily. One of Them will likely die without her... They are fragile." It looked away and finally I could turn my head. I scrambled immediately, putting shoulder to the side of the door to force it open. It cracked, only a little, and freedom was underhand when suddenly it was underneath my chin looking up. The sudden closeness startled me again, and I fell askew outside - Having no footing or concentration, I collapsed to the ground in a pile, shifting to look up at the creature now standing above me still in the vehicle.
	"So I will have to stop being gentle." It held in paws with no fingers two orbs in one hand, both of them a blue-green like the ocean sea. In the other it held three coins, one of shining gold and two of silver, each over sized and containing unfamiliar faces. "This will not be simple, easy, or pleasant for you. But it will be the last time I have to do such a thing."
	There was a moment of silence. "Well, probably. Sometimes, you creatures surprise me in ways that you can die." With that it came upon me like a flash of white light, and all was darkness and silence for me then. I would not wake for, as I understand it, quite some time - And my circumstances then grew only stranger.

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	With light and the occasional breeze, I had recovered quite quickly. I understand that the wind was put there for my benefit, along with the image of a glowing, warm sun in the windowsill, but since then I have kept it quite the same. The place was unfamiliar, but nothing could seem as alien and uncomfortable as that gruesome night where a girl breathed her last. Even if it was to only have, as company, the same strange creature I had met that night.
	I do not include myself as company due to my shock at the various changes that occur, as well. I was awful company to keep. Wary, jumping at shadows, and paranoid of every and anything. And I was a danger to myself, especially - It is of good fortune that my new host had kept me away from sharp objects and foul chemicals, for I likely would have poisoned his efforts and my own that first dreadful few nights alone in the room. I had been transformed, you see, and did not take it well.
	To be honest I should have been excited about my new youth, as I had experienced only a few of the pains and groans of growing old and did not like it any bit. I would estimate my age as Sixteen had I not known better; An excellent age, full of youth and vitality. What was more pressing upon my mind, however, was the specifics of the retroactive aging - My body, that of a young woman, was quite new to me. Golden locks replaces drab, darker colors, and my height was quite changed to fit my new stature(Although I find that in terms of the beast's other transformations, I had more fortune than I suspected at the time). Softness had replaced the rough, and all over I was, unmistakeably, changed into the perfect image of a young woman. All at the behest of a mysterious creature that found me at death's door and took me in for reasons I still cannot fully see the depths of.
	The first thing to know about my new host is that he had, without a doubt, great powers. He walked and talked little early on, doing little more than informing me of the transformation he had put upon me, his great expectations (Merely that I live a little longer than my predecessor, an expectation I had every intention of keeping), and of the futility of escape. The window was built to stay closed, the doors would not move under my power, and even should I find a way to escape the room I was far from anyplace like a home. I took his advice, but for another reason entirely - The lack of strength that I felt myself, as though I had crawled from the abyss of death itself. I had not the power to escape had I wanted to.
	Over the coming weeks his appearances would increase, and so would my strength. He did all a host could be expected to, from providing meals and polite conversation to excellent explanations of the quite bizarre circumstances I had found myself in. When I had the forethought to write, he allowed me to mail letters to my loved ones and explain what troubles I had overcome to sit there in that bed, although he and I agreed on the points to avoid mention of young girls and fey creatures. While I doubted his truthfulness for a while, dismissed him as mad or wrong or some sort of prank on the whole, eventually I would come to understand that he had little stake in things - He merely was a bureaucrat who wished things to run smoothly and have employees that would perform their roles without injury, death, or question. So he had decided, rather than select at random, he would create his own employee fit for the job rather than take the random chances he had before. He would admit that he did not know the details, on that he infused me with power and intent and let the rest of things take course.
	And this leads to the second thing to know about the Host I'd found myself with, and the Employer I'd follow when I had recovered. He was anything if not pragmatic in all things, from routine meal-times to a minimum of on-the-job training. Even the clothing I had to wear - Once I was mobile I spent a great amount of time amusing him by being embarrassed about my nigh-constant nudity. He calmly explained that he had not a lick of that cultural boon either, which did not help matters. I did not bother trying to overcome that particular bit of social commentary, but rather finally convinced him after wrecking his sheets for the roughest of civilized countenance. And thus would be the pattern; Only capitulating in the face of disaster and the the aftermath of things rather than looking ahead. Sometimes this would prove to be obnoxious without reason, such as his insistence that the scraps of clothing he calls a uniform would be fine; Other times it would prove to be my favorite thing about him, such as many times he stood by my side for the mere reason that he saw no reason to change what was already working. His stubborn pragmatism and insistence on clinging to history's bosom made him as fierce and dependable an ally as anyone I would meet, perhaps even more than most.
	All of this, of course, is mere preamble to the events to come. My host, and my eventual Employer's goals are still impossible to understand, but their effects would wind up lining up quite nicely with my own goals - Survival, Safety, and the Comforts of home. Survival would be obvious at first; As long as I was alive, I was being a good employee. As long as I was a good employee, I could count on my survival as a matter of course. In addition, my co-workers would grow to observe this affectation as well, a change in policy I find quite understandable - Mutual survival would become the goal of many a venture, and sometimes the only goal achieved in the end.
	Safety as a goal happens to be a mere side effect of most of my jobs here. Things come from Beyond to threaten that Safety, and I would wish them not to. My Employer would wish them dead and their essence removed to instead become something useful and productive to their own Goals. In this way, then, our goals aligned again - Hideous beasts rampaging invisibly across the world is something I find terrible, especially once I found the results of their destruction in the effects of the beast that had gotten away earlier when I had found myself the unfortunate murderer of his previous employee. Never again would I wish to give the dimensional beasts a chance to wreck that sort of havoc once again, and I found myself quite in the position to stop them.
	Finally, my efforts would result in quite the comfortable place to call home. I would receive a stipend for my troubles, a inter-dimensional house to call my own between ventures, and the more I traveled the more I would come to find comfort in all the things I did in my time off. Perhaps it is foolish to say that this aligns well with the goals of my employer, but I have never found him wanting when attempting to find new and creative ways to keep busy, happy, and healthy; I suspect that he is a hedonist despite his unusually spartan method of life, and it may have rubbed off on me more than I expected. Either way, I find that my job is quite worth the occasional hiccup in danger, at least when applied to myself.
	My job? Of course, he has a name that changed every time I ask. Defender. Aggressor. Fiends, or Angels. I call it as I see it - Perhaps colored by popular culture, but I have to admit that there are a surprising amount of women wherever I turn in this business. Defenders of the world against the predations of beings from beyond it, Inter-dimensional police... no.
	I am a Magical Girl, and I fight evil. And sometimes space and time itself, when it gets to be a bother.