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Non-canon Omake: Meanwhile in Tokyo
Aranfan
Team Plasma Grunt
Akemi Homura looked at the night sky. It was overcast, which wasn't unusual. Even if it hadn't been, Tokyo had so much light pollution that she wouldn't have seen much anyway.
If she had been looking at stars anyway.
Tokyo was different from Mitikahara. Some of it was the difference between witches and demons, demons being much easier to kill, but mostly it was the people. Sometimes she considered going back to Mitikahara, but never did. She didn't think she could survive seeing Sayaka fall apart again, and without Madoka it would just be full of ghosts and regrets and failures. For a magical girl like her, it was healthier to stay away.
The door to the inside of the building opened, and a presence moved to sit next to her. Homura didn't move, continuing to watch the sky. A time passed in silence, before a masculine voice spoke, "Akemi Homura?"
"Hmm?" She didn't look at him.
"I'm here to talk to you about a... mutual associate."
"I already told Erika I wanted no part in her gang when she started it, and that hasn't changed."
"I don't represent Erika-san."
Homura stopped looking at the sky, and shifted her head to look at the man. He was older than she had thought. "You're Yakuza."
He didn't answer directly, instead pulling out a wad of bills and setting it on the roof top. "Erika's organization and mine have recently fallen into something of a dispute."
The bills were American, and hundreds. "You aren't going to pay me to kill other little girls."
He waved his arms, "No no, you misunderstand. We wouldn't dream of such a thing. Little girls should never be killed, and their parents have a right to know where they are and what their doing. If we had names, or numbers, or knowledge of their hang outs, we could more easily tell their parents or otherwise help these poor girls off the streets. My organization is very concerned about this."
"And is willing to pay me handsomely if I could provide those names, numbers, or territories?"
He smiled warmly, "Exactly."
Hah.
Homura said nothing and went back to watching the sky.
Eventually the man left, but the money, and a card with contact information, stayed on the roof.
Akemi Homura looked at the night sky.
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So I made an omake.
Edit: Title is "Meanwhile in Tokyo".
If she had been looking at stars anyway.
Tokyo was different from Mitikahara. Some of it was the difference between witches and demons, demons being much easier to kill, but mostly it was the people. Sometimes she considered going back to Mitikahara, but never did. She didn't think she could survive seeing Sayaka fall apart again, and without Madoka it would just be full of ghosts and regrets and failures. For a magical girl like her, it was healthier to stay away.
The door to the inside of the building opened, and a presence moved to sit next to her. Homura didn't move, continuing to watch the sky. A time passed in silence, before a masculine voice spoke, "Akemi Homura?"
"Hmm?" She didn't look at him.
"I'm here to talk to you about a... mutual associate."
"I already told Erika I wanted no part in her gang when she started it, and that hasn't changed."
"I don't represent Erika-san."
Homura stopped looking at the sky, and shifted her head to look at the man. He was older than she had thought. "You're Yakuza."
He didn't answer directly, instead pulling out a wad of bills and setting it on the roof top. "Erika's organization and mine have recently fallen into something of a dispute."
The bills were American, and hundreds. "You aren't going to pay me to kill other little girls."
He waved his arms, "No no, you misunderstand. We wouldn't dream of such a thing. Little girls should never be killed, and their parents have a right to know where they are and what their doing. If we had names, or numbers, or knowledge of their hang outs, we could more easily tell their parents or otherwise help these poor girls off the streets. My organization is very concerned about this."
"And is willing to pay me handsomely if I could provide those names, numbers, or territories?"
He smiled warmly, "Exactly."
Hah.
Homura said nothing and went back to watching the sky.
Eventually the man left, but the money, and a card with contact information, stayed on the roof.
Akemi Homura looked at the night sky.
--
So I made an omake.
Edit: Title is "Meanwhile in Tokyo".
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Non-quite canon Omake: Legendary Magical Girls
Aranfan
Team Plasma Grunt
Legendary Magical Girls
There are rumors of magical girls who by luck or cunning made a wish that gave them incredible powers even beyond the norm for a magical girl. Girls whose powers are so overpowered and so hax that it is hopeless for any number of normal magical girls to go against her. It is also rumored that these girls don't actually exist.
They do, if in very small numbers. At the present time, only five such girls are known.
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Hortence of Paris
Hortence Petit is the oldest currently living magical girl. She was orphaned during the Revolution. In 1791.
Hortence has the ability to generate mass of up to 1 kilogram at a time of any kind she can think of within a 100 meter radius. This mass can be solid, liquid, vapor, or plasma. It can be anything from gold to C4 to VX or anti-hydrogen. So long as she knows the chemical composition she can summon it for the same grief cost a normal magical girl summons her weapons. She can also summon mass on and inside of other things and people, although this, as well as the breath of things she can summon, is a result of hundreds of years of practice and refinement, not innate talent.
Hortence's fighting style focuses on corrosive but not noxious fluids against demons, and various explosive compounds against puella.
She has rented the same room in the same building continuously since 1803, and has maintained a 4 cube territory centered on said building for the same time period. She guards her secrets and her independence fiercely, and recruitment is as unlikely to happen as the size of the boon any organization would get from managing it.
She has never left Paris.
(Mechanically Hortence wins at combat and can generate organizationally significant monetary income from selling Gold or Platinum or such, and this income can easily scale up if you can find buyers for the materials she can create and supply her with the grief cubes needed.)
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Sabrina of New York
Sabrina Vacante made a wish to control grief after seeing her friends become magical girls and fall not to injury but to emotional turmoil. A side effect of her wish is the ability to cleanse soul gems without grief cubes.
Her favored tactic against demons is to simply render them down into their component grief, while against puella she prefers to use any grief cubes they have on them to bind them. In cases of extremity however, Sabrina is capable of forcing girls to be taken by the Law of Cycles early.
Organizationally Sabrina founded the Magical Girl Association of New York, which is currently the largest organization of magical girls in the world. While she began as it's founder and leader, she has since given that role to others within the organization, as the logistical pressures of handling a significant portion of soul gem cleaning for every magical girl in the New York Metropolitan Area (Combined Statistical Area) takes up so much time she is unable to carry out other administrative duties.
Sabrina's parents are still alive, but she does not live with them. Instead she lives in housing owned by the MGAoNY. She cleans her own gem and holds territory only as a member of her association.
Recruitment would require either the absorption or dismantling of the Magical Girl Association of New York, as well as it's subordinate organizations.
(Mechanically, Sabrina wins at combat and halves grief cube costs for general upkeep and any spending actions other than grief spiral mitigation)
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Sita of New Dehli
Sita Bhatnagar wished to be "Unbeatable in combat coming or going, present or gone, inside or outside, against enemies mundane or supernatural, using means mundane or supernatural, individually or in combination."
She is. She is faster, stronger, and more durable in proportion to her opposition. She has never been observed to receive more than minor scrapes and bruises for injuries, even when her opponents have brought out explosives, poisonous chemicals, or run her over with large vehicles. Her wish also grants her master level skill with any offensive or defensive tool, be it designed or improvised.
Sita has been part of three attempts at large Puella organizations. The first fell when it fought another organization to mutual annihilation, while Sita meant her organization always won in direct confrontations this wasn't enough to prevent demon strength from getting so high due to resource denial that it destroyed both groups. The second organization fell apart due to poor money management. The third was essentially a reformation of the second under new management, but hit a run of bad luck and simply lost too many members to grief spirals to survive.
Sita still lives with her parents in New Dehli, where she maintains a 2 cube territory, and while she wants large puella organizations to succeed, she has largely given up hope of them managing. She is also the only Legendary Magical Girl to have actually left her country, having spent a vacation in Shanghai.
Recruitment is considered most possible out of the five.
(Mechanically, Sita wins at combat even when she's up against other legendaries. The casualty rate for any hunting party including her is 0% regardless of demon strength or anything else, and her grief cube collection modifier may be set as high as x10 depending on how much effort you want her to put into it)
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Jiao of Shanghai
Yang Jiao controls minds, completely and absolutely. Most powers that influence minds are resistible, or temporary, or escapable in some manner. This is not the case with Jiao's power, if she becomes aware of you in her range then your mind is at her mercy.
If you want to attack her, you will very shortly reconsider upon meeting her, she's such a charming young lady, why it makes more sense to join her than fight her, surely.
Jiao has only middling combat talent, and relies on other magical girls to fight demons. She does however, obviously dominate Puella v Puella combat simply by subverting all her opponents.
Jiao has controlled two organizations of magical girls over the years, and due to her mental abilities neither of them has suffered a single grief spiral. The first was destroyed when Jiao attempted to suborn a vacationing Sita, with Jiao's power outright failing and Sita killing the entire organization in retaliation for messing with her parent's minds. Jiao only survived so she could return Sita's parents to normal. The second organization was rebuilt after Sita left and is still going strong. It may be noteworthy that neither organization, even at their heights were the largest puella organization in Shanghai.
Jiao lives with her 'boyfriend' and is reliant on her organization's territory for grief cubes.
Recruitment is considered impossible, she recruits you.
(Mechanically, Jiao is a green who wins at PvP combat unless taken by surprise [or she runs into Sita]. Also morale is 100 for any organization she is a part of, the catch being that it is a result of systematic mind rape and she will basically be in charge by default, so it's a question of "can you trust the mind controller".)
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Homura of Tokyo
Akemi Homura is an anomaly, the Incubators have no record of her contract. Her demonstrated abilities include a bow, angelic wings, a weak magical projectile attack, hammer-space, and what appears to be timestop. Due to the last it is speculated that Homura's wish was in some way related to time travel, and that the lack of records is because the wish has been retroactively erased. Only Homura knows for sure.
Homura's preferred combat style centers around the use of mundane weaponry, which she keeps stored in her shield. Against demons she will often use her wings with gain a height advantage, but against Puella she often relies on timestop and explosives.
Homura maintains a relatively modest 3 cube territory in Tokyo, keeping her independence from the three puella organizations that dominate the city proper. To all appearances she is disinterested in being recruited, but it is considered possible if sufficient investment in diplomacy is undertaken.
Unknown to all but her, Homura does not have unlimited timestop. She can only stop time while the hourglass in her shield has sand in the "top". She can recharge her timestop at any time after all the sand has gone to the "bottom", but this sends her back in time one month.
(Mechanically, Homura wins at combat and can let you retake a turn. The cost is that retaking a turn indicates you failed the first time round and it increases Homura's chances of going into a grief spiral now that she isn't mainlining "save madoka" as a motivation.)
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OOC: So I came up with some Legendary Meguca as an Omake. They are all supposed to be hugely powerful boss monsters, and are all also literally gamebreakers in some fashion. Hortence is my favorite, since she's Legendary mostly on account of centuries of experience rather than purely wish power like the others.
In light of how powerful and rare they are, I separated them across the entire world, if helix does decide to canonize these, the only one we're likely to encounter in any reasonable time frame is Homura.
Edit: Note: Hortence and Jiao have been canonized.
There are rumors of magical girls who by luck or cunning made a wish that gave them incredible powers even beyond the norm for a magical girl. Girls whose powers are so overpowered and so hax that it is hopeless for any number of normal magical girls to go against her. It is also rumored that these girls don't actually exist.
They do, if in very small numbers. At the present time, only five such girls are known.
-
Hortence of Paris
Hortence Petit is the oldest currently living magical girl. She was orphaned during the Revolution. In 1791.
Hortence has the ability to generate mass of up to 1 kilogram at a time of any kind she can think of within a 100 meter radius. This mass can be solid, liquid, vapor, or plasma. It can be anything from gold to C4 to VX or anti-hydrogen. So long as she knows the chemical composition she can summon it for the same grief cost a normal magical girl summons her weapons. She can also summon mass on and inside of other things and people, although this, as well as the breath of things she can summon, is a result of hundreds of years of practice and refinement, not innate talent.
Hortence's fighting style focuses on corrosive but not noxious fluids against demons, and various explosive compounds against puella.
She has rented the same room in the same building continuously since 1803, and has maintained a 4 cube territory centered on said building for the same time period. She guards her secrets and her independence fiercely, and recruitment is as unlikely to happen as the size of the boon any organization would get from managing it.
She has never left Paris.
(Mechanically Hortence wins at combat and can generate organizationally significant monetary income from selling Gold or Platinum or such, and this income can easily scale up if you can find buyers for the materials she can create and supply her with the grief cubes needed.)
-
Sabrina of New York
Sabrina Vacante made a wish to control grief after seeing her friends become magical girls and fall not to injury but to emotional turmoil. A side effect of her wish is the ability to cleanse soul gems without grief cubes.
Her favored tactic against demons is to simply render them down into their component grief, while against puella she prefers to use any grief cubes they have on them to bind them. In cases of extremity however, Sabrina is capable of forcing girls to be taken by the Law of Cycles early.
Organizationally Sabrina founded the Magical Girl Association of New York, which is currently the largest organization of magical girls in the world. While she began as it's founder and leader, she has since given that role to others within the organization, as the logistical pressures of handling a significant portion of soul gem cleaning for every magical girl in the New York Metropolitan Area (Combined Statistical Area) takes up so much time she is unable to carry out other administrative duties.
Sabrina's parents are still alive, but she does not live with them. Instead she lives in housing owned by the MGAoNY. She cleans her own gem and holds territory only as a member of her association.
Recruitment would require either the absorption or dismantling of the Magical Girl Association of New York, as well as it's subordinate organizations.
(Mechanically, Sabrina wins at combat and halves grief cube costs for general upkeep and any spending actions other than grief spiral mitigation)
-
Sita of New Dehli
Sita Bhatnagar wished to be "Unbeatable in combat coming or going, present or gone, inside or outside, against enemies mundane or supernatural, using means mundane or supernatural, individually or in combination."
She is. She is faster, stronger, and more durable in proportion to her opposition. She has never been observed to receive more than minor scrapes and bruises for injuries, even when her opponents have brought out explosives, poisonous chemicals, or run her over with large vehicles. Her wish also grants her master level skill with any offensive or defensive tool, be it designed or improvised.
Sita has been part of three attempts at large Puella organizations. The first fell when it fought another organization to mutual annihilation, while Sita meant her organization always won in direct confrontations this wasn't enough to prevent demon strength from getting so high due to resource denial that it destroyed both groups. The second organization fell apart due to poor money management. The third was essentially a reformation of the second under new management, but hit a run of bad luck and simply lost too many members to grief spirals to survive.
Sita still lives with her parents in New Dehli, where she maintains a 2 cube territory, and while she wants large puella organizations to succeed, she has largely given up hope of them managing. She is also the only Legendary Magical Girl to have actually left her country, having spent a vacation in Shanghai.
Recruitment is considered most possible out of the five.
(Mechanically, Sita wins at combat even when she's up against other legendaries. The casualty rate for any hunting party including her is 0% regardless of demon strength or anything else, and her grief cube collection modifier may be set as high as x10 depending on how much effort you want her to put into it)
-
Jiao of Shanghai
Yang Jiao controls minds, completely and absolutely. Most powers that influence minds are resistible, or temporary, or escapable in some manner. This is not the case with Jiao's power, if she becomes aware of you in her range then your mind is at her mercy.
If you want to attack her, you will very shortly reconsider upon meeting her, she's such a charming young lady, why it makes more sense to join her than fight her, surely.
Jiao has only middling combat talent, and relies on other magical girls to fight demons. She does however, obviously dominate Puella v Puella combat simply by subverting all her opponents.
Jiao has controlled two organizations of magical girls over the years, and due to her mental abilities neither of them has suffered a single grief spiral. The first was destroyed when Jiao attempted to suborn a vacationing Sita, with Jiao's power outright failing and Sita killing the entire organization in retaliation for messing with her parent's minds. Jiao only survived so she could return Sita's parents to normal. The second organization was rebuilt after Sita left and is still going strong. It may be noteworthy that neither organization, even at their heights were the largest puella organization in Shanghai.
Jiao lives with her 'boyfriend' and is reliant on her organization's territory for grief cubes.
Recruitment is considered impossible, she recruits you.
(Mechanically, Jiao is a green who wins at PvP combat unless taken by surprise [or she runs into Sita]. Also morale is 100 for any organization she is a part of, the catch being that it is a result of systematic mind rape and she will basically be in charge by default, so it's a question of "can you trust the mind controller".)
-
Homura of Tokyo
Akemi Homura is an anomaly, the Incubators have no record of her contract. Her demonstrated abilities include a bow, angelic wings, a weak magical projectile attack, hammer-space, and what appears to be timestop. Due to the last it is speculated that Homura's wish was in some way related to time travel, and that the lack of records is because the wish has been retroactively erased. Only Homura knows for sure.
Homura's preferred combat style centers around the use of mundane weaponry, which she keeps stored in her shield. Against demons she will often use her wings with gain a height advantage, but against Puella she often relies on timestop and explosives.
Homura maintains a relatively modest 3 cube territory in Tokyo, keeping her independence from the three puella organizations that dominate the city proper. To all appearances she is disinterested in being recruited, but it is considered possible if sufficient investment in diplomacy is undertaken.
Unknown to all but her, Homura does not have unlimited timestop. She can only stop time while the hourglass in her shield has sand in the "top". She can recharge her timestop at any time after all the sand has gone to the "bottom", but this sends her back in time one month.
(Mechanically, Homura wins at combat and can let you retake a turn. The cost is that retaking a turn indicates you failed the first time round and it increases Homura's chances of going into a grief spiral now that she isn't mainlining "save madoka" as a motivation.)
-
OOC: So I came up with some Legendary Meguca as an Omake. They are all supposed to be hugely powerful boss monsters, and are all also literally gamebreakers in some fashion. Hortence is my favorite, since she's Legendary mostly on account of centuries of experience rather than purely wish power like the others.
In light of how powerful and rare they are, I separated them across the entire world, if helix does decide to canonize these, the only one we're likely to encounter in any reasonable time frame is Homura.
Edit: Note: Hortence and Jiao have been canonized.
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Non-canon Omake: 20 Years Later
Aranfan
Team Plasma Grunt
20 Years Later
Ayase had things pretty good considering. A loving husband who held down a well paying job, two wonderful daughters, a job of her own as an accountant for a certain organization, and safe look into the world of the supernatural.
Jiro had tried to talk her out of it several times, not understanding why she'd give all her money to the same organization she worked for, but he didn't know about Magical Girls. Didn't know that Minako was still counting on her, or that Chie would surely have died when she was 3 if not for Sayaka. Knowing that she was helping real life superheroes save humanity from the depredations of demons also meant she slept soundly at night.
Still, as one of the few mundanes in the know, Ayase should have realized what was going as soon as she saw Chie with only one of her nail's polished. The way her grades plummeted immediately thereafter should have been a red flag, but she hadn't realized, probably because she couldn't stand the thought of her own daughter being in so much danger.
No, it was only at dinner one night that she realized, "Chie-chan, when did you get that ring?"
"Huh? Oh this. I... uh, picked it up at some gift shop awhile ago. It's no big deal" Chie tried to dismiss, waving her hands.
"It was two months ago when you started painting your nail, wasn't it?" Ayase asked, barely holding together.
Chie froze.
"Honey?" Jiro asked concerned.
"It's okay dear, Chie and I just have something we need to talk about after diner. Nothing to concern yourself with."
Dinner talk then turned to lighter topics, but when Jiro and Sonoko had left the kitchen, the first thing Ayase did was fold Chie into a hug.
"I love you so much Chie-chan. So much. I don't tell you enough, especially recently, but know that you are loved."
"Kaa-san!" Chie protests, embarrassed.
Breaking the hug Ayase puts her hands on her child's shoulders and looks her directly in the eye. "Tell me the truth Chie, how long have you been a magical girl?"
"You know?" A nod. "About two months now."
"Two months. Kami-sama." Ayase hugged her daughter again, "And I've been yelling at you for your grades dropping when you've been fighting demons. Forgive me."
"Grades are important."
"Not compared to your life Chie, magical girls have died from worrying too much about grades."
"Really?"
"Yes. And not just from worrying about it when they shouldn't during a fight, worry and sadness makes your soul gem go dark, and if it goes black you die."
Chie initiates the hug this time, "Mom, how do you know all this? Are you a magical girl too?"
"No, but Auntie Minako is, and has been for a long time. Longer than you've been alive actually."
"EH!?"
"I know, half of magical girls don't survive two months in the wild." Ayase tightened her hug, "How could I not have noticed for two months. But there's an organization, they can help keep you safe, like they have Mina-chan. They're called the Serene's."
"The Serene's?"
"You know about them?" Ayase's voice turned stern, "If you knew about them why haven't you joined?"
"They seemed stuck up, always going on about 'territory' and 'sustainability', and looking down on us."
"Well you are joining."
"But..."
"No buts young lady. Being a magical girl is dangerous work, and the Serene's are one of the safest magical girl organizations in the world, if I didn't make you join I would be a failure as a mother. Your friends should join too."
"Arisa isn't going to like this."
"Well too bad for Arisa, I am your mother and I am not going to let you die. You're too important to me."
… "thanks mom."
They stayed together in a hug for a while. But time passed, and Chie needed to go out hunting. So Ayase was left alone in the kitchen.
"Does Sonoko have potential too?"
Not at the moment, but it is considered likely that she will in the future.
"If you do contract her then push her towards the Serene's or tell me so I can do it, instead of contracting her into the wild."
A more reasonable reaction than expected.
"I want to wring your neck for endangering Chie like that, you know how much more deadly the wild is for a Puella than the SIMP!"
Tail Swish.
"But it wouldn't serve any useful purpose would it? What's past is past, and I can't stop you from contracting Sonoko if you decide to."
As you say.
It took a long time for Ayase to go to bed.
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OOC: Another omake, hopefully this one will be deemed worthy for going in the second post unlike my last two.
I'm kinda assuming that SOP for SIMP in the future for magical girls that Kyuubey contracts wild into their terrtiory is to attempt diplomacy instead of immediate pressganging, but that might not turn out to be the case.
Ayase had things pretty good considering. A loving husband who held down a well paying job, two wonderful daughters, a job of her own as an accountant for a certain organization, and safe look into the world of the supernatural.
Jiro had tried to talk her out of it several times, not understanding why she'd give all her money to the same organization she worked for, but he didn't know about Magical Girls. Didn't know that Minako was still counting on her, or that Chie would surely have died when she was 3 if not for Sayaka. Knowing that she was helping real life superheroes save humanity from the depredations of demons also meant she slept soundly at night.
Still, as one of the few mundanes in the know, Ayase should have realized what was going as soon as she saw Chie with only one of her nail's polished. The way her grades plummeted immediately thereafter should have been a red flag, but she hadn't realized, probably because she couldn't stand the thought of her own daughter being in so much danger.
No, it was only at dinner one night that she realized, "Chie-chan, when did you get that ring?"
"Huh? Oh this. I... uh, picked it up at some gift shop awhile ago. It's no big deal" Chie tried to dismiss, waving her hands.
"It was two months ago when you started painting your nail, wasn't it?" Ayase asked, barely holding together.
Chie froze.
"Honey?" Jiro asked concerned.
"It's okay dear, Chie and I just have something we need to talk about after diner. Nothing to concern yourself with."
Dinner talk then turned to lighter topics, but when Jiro and Sonoko had left the kitchen, the first thing Ayase did was fold Chie into a hug.
"I love you so much Chie-chan. So much. I don't tell you enough, especially recently, but know that you are loved."
"Kaa-san!" Chie protests, embarrassed.
Breaking the hug Ayase puts her hands on her child's shoulders and looks her directly in the eye. "Tell me the truth Chie, how long have you been a magical girl?"
"You know?" A nod. "About two months now."
"Two months. Kami-sama." Ayase hugged her daughter again, "And I've been yelling at you for your grades dropping when you've been fighting demons. Forgive me."
"Grades are important."
"Not compared to your life Chie, magical girls have died from worrying too much about grades."
"Really?"
"Yes. And not just from worrying about it when they shouldn't during a fight, worry and sadness makes your soul gem go dark, and if it goes black you die."
Chie initiates the hug this time, "Mom, how do you know all this? Are you a magical girl too?"
"No, but Auntie Minako is, and has been for a long time. Longer than you've been alive actually."
"EH!?"
"I know, half of magical girls don't survive two months in the wild." Ayase tightened her hug, "How could I not have noticed for two months. But there's an organization, they can help keep you safe, like they have Mina-chan. They're called the Serene's."
"The Serene's?"
"You know about them?" Ayase's voice turned stern, "If you knew about them why haven't you joined?"
"They seemed stuck up, always going on about 'territory' and 'sustainability', and looking down on us."
"Well you are joining."
"But..."
"No buts young lady. Being a magical girl is dangerous work, and the Serene's are one of the safest magical girl organizations in the world, if I didn't make you join I would be a failure as a mother. Your friends should join too."
"Arisa isn't going to like this."
"Well too bad for Arisa, I am your mother and I am not going to let you die. You're too important to me."
… "thanks mom."
They stayed together in a hug for a while. But time passed, and Chie needed to go out hunting. So Ayase was left alone in the kitchen.
"Does Sonoko have potential too?"
Not at the moment, but it is considered likely that she will in the future.
"If you do contract her then push her towards the Serene's or tell me so I can do it, instead of contracting her into the wild."
A more reasonable reaction than expected.
"I want to wring your neck for endangering Chie like that, you know how much more deadly the wild is for a Puella than the SIMP!"
Tail Swish.
"But it wouldn't serve any useful purpose would it? What's past is past, and I can't stop you from contracting Sonoko if you decide to."
As you say.
It took a long time for Ayase to go to bed.
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OOC: Another omake, hopefully this one will be deemed worthy for going in the second post unlike my last two.
I'm kinda assuming that SOP for SIMP in the future for magical girls that Kyuubey contracts wild into their terrtiory is to attempt diplomacy instead of immediate pressganging, but that might not turn out to be the case.
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Non-canon Omake: Meanwhile in Tokyo 2
Aranfan
Team Plasma Grunt
Meanwhile in Tokyo, Part 2
"I don't like this." Tanaka Momo said nervously.
Rika glanced up at her, before going back to her book. "You aren't usually the nervous type Tanaka-san."
"I've seen Akemi fight. I don't think we can win."
Rika rolled her eyes, "We are the fifteen strongest girls in the organization, even if she's as much better than us as we are than the average newbie, we have the numbers to take her down."
"If we can tag her."
"Look, Tanaka-san, we have teleporters and combat precogs, speedsters and fliers. We have anti-magic and magic boost, and we have people like you and me who hit in the same weight class on pure skill or raw physical power. And we outnumber her by a lot. What does she have?"
Momo looked Rika in the eye, "Military grade explosives and a prepared position."
"You know that kind of negative thinking only makes fights harder. Akemi is probably the strongest girl in Tokyo, sure, but against all of us? It's going to be a fight."
Momo shrugged, "I hope so."
The bus kept moving.
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The bus arrived and fifteen girls got out. Their destination was a warehouse. Silently, each girl took positions and moved inside as stealthily as they could.
Five of them went in the front entrance, Momo among them.
Akemi was out in the open in the middle of the warehouse, transformed, writing in a book of some sort, probably a diary. She didn't react to the entrance of five magical girls in full regalia though, just kept writing.
Eventually Junko broke the silence, "You sold us out to the Yaks!"
The pencil stopped, and Akemi Homura looked up. "No, I didn't."
"Don't try to lie Akemi, we know you met with one of them."
Akemi tilted her head in question, "Then why are you here?"
"Erika-sama isn't entirely without mercy. If you join us we won't run you out of town." The ultimatum was punctuated by Junko summoning her Sais.
"I refuse." Akemi said.
What happened next was confusing. Momo would recall the other girls tensing in preparation for the fight, then a loud boom followed by a squelching sound, and then Akemi had disappeared and the four girls next to her fell down with holes in their heads. Three more girls fell out of the upper levels. Momo avoided looking to closely at any of them.
"I'm surprised." Behind her. Momo whirled to face Akemi. "I didn't expect to see you as part of Erika's gang." Akemi was holding a gun, a real one, not summoned by magic judging by the plainness.
"I didn't have a choice." She protested, "My brother..."
"Ah. I'm sorry then." Her expression was unchanging. "I didn't sell you out to the Yakuza. The only thing they got out of me was the name 'Erika', although in light of this attack perhaps I should tell tell them more."
Akemi turned and started walking back to her book.
"I will allow a healer here to help clean up the other 14 girls. I avoided soul gems. But in the future if your gang attacks me or my territory again I won't."
Dumbly, Momo nodded and pulled out her phone to call Yuuki.
The aftermath was better than could be reasonably expected, they only lost two people, Sumika and Asuna, to the natural attempts of the soul gems to heal the bodies. Homura stayed at her desk the whole time, watching and listening, but she didn't move against Yuuki or the revived girls nor did the revived attack party move to attack her either.
It had already been established as pointless.
Erika was going to be pissed.
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OOC: More Meanwhile in Tokyo. Erika isn't a very nice person.
"I don't like this." Tanaka Momo said nervously.
Rika glanced up at her, before going back to her book. "You aren't usually the nervous type Tanaka-san."
"I've seen Akemi fight. I don't think we can win."
Rika rolled her eyes, "We are the fifteen strongest girls in the organization, even if she's as much better than us as we are than the average newbie, we have the numbers to take her down."
"If we can tag her."
"Look, Tanaka-san, we have teleporters and combat precogs, speedsters and fliers. We have anti-magic and magic boost, and we have people like you and me who hit in the same weight class on pure skill or raw physical power. And we outnumber her by a lot. What does she have?"
Momo looked Rika in the eye, "Military grade explosives and a prepared position."
"You know that kind of negative thinking only makes fights harder. Akemi is probably the strongest girl in Tokyo, sure, but against all of us? It's going to be a fight."
Momo shrugged, "I hope so."
The bus kept moving.
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The bus arrived and fifteen girls got out. Their destination was a warehouse. Silently, each girl took positions and moved inside as stealthily as they could.
Five of them went in the front entrance, Momo among them.
Akemi was out in the open in the middle of the warehouse, transformed, writing in a book of some sort, probably a diary. She didn't react to the entrance of five magical girls in full regalia though, just kept writing.
Eventually Junko broke the silence, "You sold us out to the Yaks!"
The pencil stopped, and Akemi Homura looked up. "No, I didn't."
"Don't try to lie Akemi, we know you met with one of them."
Akemi tilted her head in question, "Then why are you here?"
"Erika-sama isn't entirely without mercy. If you join us we won't run you out of town." The ultimatum was punctuated by Junko summoning her Sais.
"I refuse." Akemi said.
What happened next was confusing. Momo would recall the other girls tensing in preparation for the fight, then a loud boom followed by a squelching sound, and then Akemi had disappeared and the four girls next to her fell down with holes in their heads. Three more girls fell out of the upper levels. Momo avoided looking to closely at any of them.
"I'm surprised." Behind her. Momo whirled to face Akemi. "I didn't expect to see you as part of Erika's gang." Akemi was holding a gun, a real one, not summoned by magic judging by the plainness.
"I didn't have a choice." She protested, "My brother..."
"Ah. I'm sorry then." Her expression was unchanging. "I didn't sell you out to the Yakuza. The only thing they got out of me was the name 'Erika', although in light of this attack perhaps I should tell tell them more."
Akemi turned and started walking back to her book.
"I will allow a healer here to help clean up the other 14 girls. I avoided soul gems. But in the future if your gang attacks me or my territory again I won't."
Dumbly, Momo nodded and pulled out her phone to call Yuuki.
The aftermath was better than could be reasonably expected, they only lost two people, Sumika and Asuna, to the natural attempts of the soul gems to heal the bodies. Homura stayed at her desk the whole time, watching and listening, but she didn't move against Yuuki or the revived girls nor did the revived attack party move to attack her either.
It had already been established as pointless.
Erika was going to be pissed.
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OOC: More Meanwhile in Tokyo. Erika isn't a very nice person.
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Non-canon Omake: Meanwhile in Tokyo 3
Aranfan
Team Plasma Grunt
Meanwhile in Tokyo Part 3
Sora entered the McDonalds with confidence. Azuba-Juuban was on the other side of the Prefecture from her territory, but this particular place was neutral territory for all magical girls. Not even the most cynical of magical girls wanted to be the one to start a fight in Sailor Moon's favorite hang out. So she bought a soda, took a booth, and waited.
Two minutes later, the third most powerful magical girl in Tokyo slid into the booth bearing a tray full of happy meal and a shit eating grin. "You hear what happened?"
Sora took a sip before answering, "15 of Erika's best flunkies go up against Akemi. They lose, badly."
"Shoulda committed all eighteen." Yoko said as she unrapped her burger and started eating.
"Way I heard it, it wouldn't have mattered." Sora shook her head. "Just had a higher body count."
Yoko swallowed, "I've heard conflicting things about the body count. I'm hoping it's five, but I'm sure of the 2 number."
"Two died in the aftermath of the fight. Two died from shame afterwards." Sora took a fry from Yoko's tray, "And one..." Sora held up the fry before popping it in her mouth and eating it.
Yoko took another bite before answering with a neutral expression. "Lucky you then. Still, Erika will be looking for a victory after this, and poaching one of her elites will make you a target."
"Getting an Elite was worth it, and with the information I got it would have been worth it if she was still green."
"Oh? How much you want for it?" Another bite.
"Twenty."
Choking. Sora drank more soda while Yoko dealt with the blockage. A helpful employee even came over and asked if everything was alright.
"Anyway," Yoko said finally, "twenty is a lot."
"It's worth it."
"Even Akemi having timestop was only worth ten. This would have to be really big to top it by that much."
"It is."
Yoko considered this for a moment, "I'll promise ten units, but I want to hear the details before I promise the other ten."
Sora points her soda at the girl across from her, "Only because I know you'll deal fairly with me on this, kay?"
Yoko nodded.
"Firstly, Erika gets most of her money from criminal activity. The Yaks are fighting her now, and that's cutting into how much money she's making. Still more than us, but a lot less than she's used to."
Yoko gestured for her to continue.
"Secondly, has your group stepped up poaching in Erika's territory?" Yoko shook her head. "Neither has mine, but Eirka thinks we have. The Wraiths are getting stronger faster than can be explained by just the three of us all hunting the same territory at the levels we have. Which means that either Kyuubey has been recruiting a lot of girls into the wild in Erika's territory, or more likely..."
"Erika's hunters are keeping a bit back for themselves." Yoko finished. "Interesting. That's worth another five I'll admit, but there has to be more if you think it's worth twenty."
"Erika cut the Despair Ration."
Yoko froze, processing this. "Bullshit."
"We confirmed it."
"Erika's group is going to fall apart soon." Yoko realized out loud. "That's worth twenty, yeah. Shit."
"It's not going to happen right away, but I doubt Erika is going to still be in charge of 300 girls four months from now."
Yoko grimaced, "Yeah, this could be really good or really bad. Gonna need to prepare for anything from a coup to disintegration into a dozen groups. Lot depends on their internal politics, and we won't know how that goes down until it does."
Sora drank her soda in lieu of speaking.
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OOC: Demographically I'm assuming roughly 3 Elites per fifty magical girls. Technically they're rarer than that, but elites last longer so with turnover it evens out to about that. I may be completely wrong.
I also think that different groups would generate slightly different Jargon, hence using Wraith and Despair Ration instead of terms the thread usually uses.
Sora entered the McDonalds with confidence. Azuba-Juuban was on the other side of the Prefecture from her territory, but this particular place was neutral territory for all magical girls. Not even the most cynical of magical girls wanted to be the one to start a fight in Sailor Moon's favorite hang out. So she bought a soda, took a booth, and waited.
Two minutes later, the third most powerful magical girl in Tokyo slid into the booth bearing a tray full of happy meal and a shit eating grin. "You hear what happened?"
Sora took a sip before answering, "15 of Erika's best flunkies go up against Akemi. They lose, badly."
"Shoulda committed all eighteen." Yoko said as she unrapped her burger and started eating.
"Way I heard it, it wouldn't have mattered." Sora shook her head. "Just had a higher body count."
Yoko swallowed, "I've heard conflicting things about the body count. I'm hoping it's five, but I'm sure of the 2 number."
"Two died in the aftermath of the fight. Two died from shame afterwards." Sora took a fry from Yoko's tray, "And one..." Sora held up the fry before popping it in her mouth and eating it.
Yoko took another bite before answering with a neutral expression. "Lucky you then. Still, Erika will be looking for a victory after this, and poaching one of her elites will make you a target."
"Getting an Elite was worth it, and with the information I got it would have been worth it if she was still green."
"Oh? How much you want for it?" Another bite.
"Twenty."
Choking. Sora drank more soda while Yoko dealt with the blockage. A helpful employee even came over and asked if everything was alright.
"Anyway," Yoko said finally, "twenty is a lot."
"It's worth it."
"Even Akemi having timestop was only worth ten. This would have to be really big to top it by that much."
"It is."
Yoko considered this for a moment, "I'll promise ten units, but I want to hear the details before I promise the other ten."
Sora points her soda at the girl across from her, "Only because I know you'll deal fairly with me on this, kay?"
Yoko nodded.
"Firstly, Erika gets most of her money from criminal activity. The Yaks are fighting her now, and that's cutting into how much money she's making. Still more than us, but a lot less than she's used to."
Yoko gestured for her to continue.
"Secondly, has your group stepped up poaching in Erika's territory?" Yoko shook her head. "Neither has mine, but Eirka thinks we have. The Wraiths are getting stronger faster than can be explained by just the three of us all hunting the same territory at the levels we have. Which means that either Kyuubey has been recruiting a lot of girls into the wild in Erika's territory, or more likely..."
"Erika's hunters are keeping a bit back for themselves." Yoko finished. "Interesting. That's worth another five I'll admit, but there has to be more if you think it's worth twenty."
"Erika cut the Despair Ration."
Yoko froze, processing this. "Bullshit."
"We confirmed it."
"Erika's group is going to fall apart soon." Yoko realized out loud. "That's worth twenty, yeah. Shit."
"It's not going to happen right away, but I doubt Erika is going to still be in charge of 300 girls four months from now."
Yoko grimaced, "Yeah, this could be really good or really bad. Gonna need to prepare for anything from a coup to disintegration into a dozen groups. Lot depends on their internal politics, and we won't know how that goes down until it does."
Sora drank her soda in lieu of speaking.
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OOC: Demographically I'm assuming roughly 3 Elites per fifty magical girls. Technically they're rarer than that, but elites last longer so with turnover it evens out to about that. I may be completely wrong.
I also think that different groups would generate slightly different Jargon, hence using Wraith and Despair Ration instead of terms the thread usually uses.
Non-canon Omake: Report on Notable Magical Girl Groups
Aranfan
Team Plasma Grunt
REPORT ON NOTABLE MAGICAL GIRL GROUPS TO HEXE TRUPP LEADERSHIP
by Liesi Vogt
As the Hexe Trupp has become the largest magical girl association in Germany, controlling the majority of all magical girls in the federation, it is incumbent upon us to have a working knowledge of other groups that are similarly influential in their areas. As such I have been commissioned to write up this report on large and influential magical groups for the edification of our leadership.
Serenissima Imperium Magicum Puella
Despite the name, this organization is Japanese, not Italian. Despite their remoteness, I begin with them due to their historical importance. While not the first large magical girl group to form, the SIMP was the first to endure beyond it's first six months. Decades later, it now controls the plurality of magical girls in Japan, and if trends hold will control the majority in the next five years.
The claim to influence however, comes from how the SIMP have published their operations manual free of charge online. In turn, it has become the basis of the Standard Operating Procedure for many, if not most, of the other groups in this report. Consensus within our own organization is that we would not have survived the initial months without access to the SIMP's institutional knowledge.
The manual presents itself as an in-character worldbuilding piece for a fictional magical girl universe. It begins by giving an introduction on various physical capabilities of Magical Girls and a discussion on the nature of the soul gem, magic usage, and the requirements and value of grief cubes. From there it moves into a discussion of how low morale can kill MGs and various methods an organization of neurologically teen and pre-teen girls can use to build and maintain morale in the face of having to constantly fight monsters. It also gives a useful first degree approximation of how large the Despair Ration should be.
The next section is a primer on the monsters themselves, describing both ways to fight them and what appears to be an evolutionary trade off between predating on humans and fighting MGs. This segues into a discussion on territory (including the difference between Rural and Urban) and hunting sustainability, describing three hunting methods (solo, pair, and pack) in terms of both grief cubes per time spent hunting and danger to the hunters involved, as well as presenting an equation relating hunting (denominated in terms of how many cubes an average MG uses per month) to the chance of casualties due to the monsters adapting. Various methods are presented as possible ways to mitigate this increase of demon strength with hunting, such as rotating tactics and territorial hunting rotation, most of which have become standard worldwide. The section ends with a division of magical girls into three tiers of martial skill, and a discussion of which classes of girls are best suited to which hunting methods.
The third section talks about money and funding. It immediately warns against turning to criminal behavior as a source of funding, denouncing it as both below the dignity of a magical girl and also stressing the danger of getting in trouble with both the law and criminal elements in addition to fighting monsters. That sorted, the manual talks about what industries a magical girl is best suited for as an employee, and what industries magical girls are best suited to making proper companies in after the organization has saved up a sufficient nest egg from normal employment, as well as certain wish magics that may be unexpectedly lucrative. Especially useful is the discussion on how best to apportion MGs between hunting and money making. Following that are various suggestions on how to use said money. While the possibilities are endless for a well funded group, SIMP recommends purchasing various sorts of mundane armor such as metal shields and kevlar clothing to supplement or improve the protective abilities of our normal transformations and thereby make hunting safer.
The above summary has been included because it is the most complete look we have into any organization's normal activities, and provides something of a baseline against which the other organizations in this report can be compared and contrasted to.
The Serene Imperium is led in a top down manner by Mami Tomoe, with various trusted lieutenants handling more local matters according to her directives. Tomoe is extraordinarily casualty averse, which has contributed to both the relative slowness of her expansion and the high morale of her organization, which is deservedly considered the safest MG organization on the planet. Every organization worth it's salt has as one of it's main draws greater safety and lower turnover than the wild, however the Serene Imperium is the only organization able to reliably recruit from other organizations on the same basis.
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OOC: Another omake set in the future. I suck at inter-omake compatibility, considering how much this conflicts with the Meanwhile in Tokyo series.
by Liesi Vogt
As the Hexe Trupp has become the largest magical girl association in Germany, controlling the majority of all magical girls in the federation, it is incumbent upon us to have a working knowledge of other groups that are similarly influential in their areas. As such I have been commissioned to write up this report on large and influential magical groups for the edification of our leadership.
Serenissima Imperium Magicum Puella
Despite the name, this organization is Japanese, not Italian. Despite their remoteness, I begin with them due to their historical importance. While not the first large magical girl group to form, the SIMP was the first to endure beyond it's first six months. Decades later, it now controls the plurality of magical girls in Japan, and if trends hold will control the majority in the next five years.
The claim to influence however, comes from how the SIMP have published their operations manual free of charge online. In turn, it has become the basis of the Standard Operating Procedure for many, if not most, of the other groups in this report. Consensus within our own organization is that we would not have survived the initial months without access to the SIMP's institutional knowledge.
The manual presents itself as an in-character worldbuilding piece for a fictional magical girl universe. It begins by giving an introduction on various physical capabilities of Magical Girls and a discussion on the nature of the soul gem, magic usage, and the requirements and value of grief cubes. From there it moves into a discussion of how low morale can kill MGs and various methods an organization of neurologically teen and pre-teen girls can use to build and maintain morale in the face of having to constantly fight monsters. It also gives a useful first degree approximation of how large the Despair Ration should be.
The next section is a primer on the monsters themselves, describing both ways to fight them and what appears to be an evolutionary trade off between predating on humans and fighting MGs. This segues into a discussion on territory (including the difference between Rural and Urban) and hunting sustainability, describing three hunting methods (solo, pair, and pack) in terms of both grief cubes per time spent hunting and danger to the hunters involved, as well as presenting an equation relating hunting (denominated in terms of how many cubes an average MG uses per month) to the chance of casualties due to the monsters adapting. Various methods are presented as possible ways to mitigate this increase of demon strength with hunting, such as rotating tactics and territorial hunting rotation, most of which have become standard worldwide. The section ends with a division of magical girls into three tiers of martial skill, and a discussion of which classes of girls are best suited to which hunting methods.
The third section talks about money and funding. It immediately warns against turning to criminal behavior as a source of funding, denouncing it as both below the dignity of a magical girl and also stressing the danger of getting in trouble with both the law and criminal elements in addition to fighting monsters. That sorted, the manual talks about what industries a magical girl is best suited for as an employee, and what industries magical girls are best suited to making proper companies in after the organization has saved up a sufficient nest egg from normal employment, as well as certain wish magics that may be unexpectedly lucrative. Especially useful is the discussion on how best to apportion MGs between hunting and money making. Following that are various suggestions on how to use said money. While the possibilities are endless for a well funded group, SIMP recommends purchasing various sorts of mundane armor such as metal shields and kevlar clothing to supplement or improve the protective abilities of our normal transformations and thereby make hunting safer.
The above summary has been included because it is the most complete look we have into any organization's normal activities, and provides something of a baseline against which the other organizations in this report can be compared and contrasted to.
The Serene Imperium is led in a top down manner by Mami Tomoe, with various trusted lieutenants handling more local matters according to her directives. Tomoe is extraordinarily casualty averse, which has contributed to both the relative slowness of her expansion and the high morale of her organization, which is deservedly considered the safest MG organization on the planet. Every organization worth it's salt has as one of it's main draws greater safety and lower turnover than the wild, however the Serene Imperium is the only organization able to reliably recruit from other organizations on the same basis.
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OOC: Another omake set in the future. I suck at inter-omake compatibility, considering how much this conflicts with the Meanwhile in Tokyo series.
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Non-topical Omake: Publication
Aranfan
Team Plasma Grunt
Publication
Beijing
Cai collapsed onto the couch in near exhaustion. Putting a group of 20 girls together was supposed to be the hard part, but keeping them together was proving even more difficult. She was good at the interpersonal politics, but everything else was hell. Figuring out who could be spared hunting so they could get jobs to pay for stuff, who couldn't be, how to hunt, and a thousand other details she hadn't had to deal with when it was just her, Hua, and Mei.
And the spirits were getting stronger and she didn't know why.
"Cai, Cai! You have to read this!" Hua ran in waving some papers.
"Calm down. What is it?"
Hua slammed the papers down in front of her, "I was on the internet doing research, looking to see if there was anything on magical girls or spirits."
Cai cut her off, "You know Kyuubey wouldn't let something like that on the internet. Secrecy."
Hua smiled, "But he did! This group, I think from Italy probably, did it by pretending it was a fictional in character document. They published their operations manual!"
Cai paused, "Say again?"
"They explain everything. Soul gems and Grief Cubes, why the Spirits are getting stronger, how to make money and a bunch of different ways to do hunting. They have stuff like crop rotation for grief cubes and ways to keep casualties down and morale up. Everything's here."
Cai reached out and took the papers. Serenissima Imperium, huh?
"I know you've been worried about this big group idea you had, but with this I think we can make it!"
Cai looked up at her oldest friend, gave a grin and said, "Then I'd better start reading, shouldn't I?"
As Cai read the foreign operations manual, her surety grew, this group obviously knew what it was doing. With this info her own group might well manage to make it though the next month, and even succeed longer term. Certainly she was a lot more confident now than before Hua ran in.
If she ever met these SIMP people, she'd owe them a debt.
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New York
Sabrina Vacante sat back at her desk, staring at the computer screen. So this is what Sue had to face every day. This is why Grace had disappeared crying in her arms in a flash of pink. This is what Kyuubey wanted her to be part of.
"Kyuubey".
Sabrina. Are you ready to make a wish?
"Yes."
The creature hopped up onto her desk, facing her.
"I wish I was able to control grief. Mine, Sue's, the monsters, all of it."
Kyuubey's ears reached into her, and pulled out her soul.
Thank you for helping us reduce entropy.
Sabrina looked at her soul, no, at herself. "You're welcome." Time to see if she can't break the system. If she was right about her wish it would let her snap the system in half, and the manual would help her figure out exactly how to do it.
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OOC: Since we seem to be doing the operations manual in parts, I made another omake on the topic so I have omakes to put towards both compilation and publication.
Beijing
Cai collapsed onto the couch in near exhaustion. Putting a group of 20 girls together was supposed to be the hard part, but keeping them together was proving even more difficult. She was good at the interpersonal politics, but everything else was hell. Figuring out who could be spared hunting so they could get jobs to pay for stuff, who couldn't be, how to hunt, and a thousand other details she hadn't had to deal with when it was just her, Hua, and Mei.
And the spirits were getting stronger and she didn't know why.
"Cai, Cai! You have to read this!" Hua ran in waving some papers.
"Calm down. What is it?"
Hua slammed the papers down in front of her, "I was on the internet doing research, looking to see if there was anything on magical girls or spirits."
Cai cut her off, "You know Kyuubey wouldn't let something like that on the internet. Secrecy."
Hua smiled, "But he did! This group, I think from Italy probably, did it by pretending it was a fictional in character document. They published their operations manual!"
Cai paused, "Say again?"
"They explain everything. Soul gems and Grief Cubes, why the Spirits are getting stronger, how to make money and a bunch of different ways to do hunting. They have stuff like crop rotation for grief cubes and ways to keep casualties down and morale up. Everything's here."
Cai reached out and took the papers. Serenissima Imperium, huh?
"I know you've been worried about this big group idea you had, but with this I think we can make it!"
Cai looked up at her oldest friend, gave a grin and said, "Then I'd better start reading, shouldn't I?"
As Cai read the foreign operations manual, her surety grew, this group obviously knew what it was doing. With this info her own group might well manage to make it though the next month, and even succeed longer term. Certainly she was a lot more confident now than before Hua ran in.
If she ever met these SIMP people, she'd owe them a debt.
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New York
Sabrina Vacante sat back at her desk, staring at the computer screen. So this is what Sue had to face every day. This is why Grace had disappeared crying in her arms in a flash of pink. This is what Kyuubey wanted her to be part of.
"Kyuubey".
Sabrina. Are you ready to make a wish?
"Yes."
The creature hopped up onto her desk, facing her.
"I wish I was able to control grief. Mine, Sue's, the monsters, all of it."
Kyuubey's ears reached into her, and pulled out her soul.
Thank you for helping us reduce entropy.
Sabrina looked at her soul, no, at herself. "You're welcome." Time to see if she can't break the system. If she was right about her wish it would let her snap the system in half, and the manual would help her figure out exactly how to do it.
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OOC: Since we seem to be doing the operations manual in parts, I made another omake on the topic so I have omakes to put towards both compilation and publication.
Non-canon Omake: Madokami
Aranfan
Team Plasma Grunt
Madoka watched from outside the universe. Not galaxies and voids, though she saw those too, but people.
Anulka finally killed the bastard who ordered her village burned, and allowed herself at last to mourn.
There were so many of them. Trillions on trillions of lives, each full and unique and different. Each with their own triumphs and failures, each so small and so important. So important because of how small they were.
Xclrd skittered on only seven legs away from the fire that was once her home, this at last was too much for even her to take.
Madoka often thought she was something of a failure as a goddess. Not that she failed her task, no. Her wish ensured that every time any of the Incubator's contractees would witch out she was there to stop it. But in how much attention she gave to all the girls under her care. She was deplorably human centric, however much she tired not to be. Most of her attention when not 'on the job' was focused on Earth.
Bell, sadly, did not long survive her pet cat.
Hitomi and Kyousuke were getting on well, even if it wasn't a storybook romance. His first love would always be his music, and Hitomi was still in the middle of accepting that two years on. Kyoko and Sayaka had met at least, finally. She couldn't help but giggle seeing them together. They had graduated to holding hands, even if they seemed to think they had to hide it. Madoka was just happy that it looked like things were going to work out.
7th of Green knew her pod needed time to swim to safety, so she used the last of her magic to confund the eyes and minds of their pursuers.
Mami was doing so excellently Madoka's heart would be near to bursting, if she still had one. Tomoe-san had been so lonely for so long, and now look at her. Surrounded by friends, or at least people who liked and depended on her. This was pure favoritism, and it reflected poorly on her, but she felt she owed it to her senpai. She had eased the burdens of the Serene Imperium on several occasions. Nothing overt, that she refused to do even if she were able, but it was within her power to make some burdens weigh less heavily on a person's shoulders, to fan the flame of hope within them. And this she has done exclusively for Mami's group.
It wasn't some great tragedy that did Gretchen in, just a panic attack about homework.
Homura. Oh Homura-chan.
Insane enough to have potential, trusted enough to be offered a contract, loyal enough to wish to reduce entropy, shunned enough to despair.
Madoka watched from outside the universe.
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OOC: Helix, you have done something to my muse. I should be writing updates for my quest, but all I can make are PMMM omakes for yours.
Edit: Also, assuming dead Hitomi is not Green, because Sayaka didn't spiral.
Anulka finally killed the bastard who ordered her village burned, and allowed herself at last to mourn.
There were so many of them. Trillions on trillions of lives, each full and unique and different. Each with their own triumphs and failures, each so small and so important. So important because of how small they were.
Xclrd skittered on only seven legs away from the fire that was once her home, this at last was too much for even her to take.
Madoka often thought she was something of a failure as a goddess. Not that she failed her task, no. Her wish ensured that every time any of the Incubator's contractees would witch out she was there to stop it. But in how much attention she gave to all the girls under her care. She was deplorably human centric, however much she tired not to be. Most of her attention when not 'on the job' was focused on Earth.
Bell, sadly, did not long survive her pet cat.
Hitomi and Kyousuke were getting on well, even if it wasn't a storybook romance. His first love would always be his music, and Hitomi was still in the middle of accepting that two years on. Kyoko and Sayaka had met at least, finally. She couldn't help but giggle seeing them together. They had graduated to holding hands, even if they seemed to think they had to hide it. Madoka was just happy that it looked like things were going to work out.
7th of Green knew her pod needed time to swim to safety, so she used the last of her magic to confund the eyes and minds of their pursuers.
Mami was doing so excellently Madoka's heart would be near to bursting, if she still had one. Tomoe-san had been so lonely for so long, and now look at her. Surrounded by friends, or at least people who liked and depended on her. This was pure favoritism, and it reflected poorly on her, but she felt she owed it to her senpai. She had eased the burdens of the Serene Imperium on several occasions. Nothing overt, that she refused to do even if she were able, but it was within her power to make some burdens weigh less heavily on a person's shoulders, to fan the flame of hope within them. And this she has done exclusively for Mami's group.
It wasn't some great tragedy that did Gretchen in, just a panic attack about homework.
Homura. Oh Homura-chan.
Insane enough to have potential, trusted enough to be offered a contract, loyal enough to wish to reduce entropy, shunned enough to despair.
Madoka watched from outside the universe.
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OOC: Helix, you have done something to my muse. I should be writing updates for my quest, but all I can make are PMMM omakes for yours.
Edit: Also, assuming dead Hitomi is not Green, because Sayaka didn't spiral.
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Non-canon Omake: Legendary Magical Girls Part 2
Aranfan
Team Plasma Grunt
Disclaimer: The mechanics I have made up best guesses on how I would run the legendaries, and may not actually interact well with the system Helix has set up. Secondly, this is intended as an addendum to Legendary Magical Girls, and I would like that and this to be lumped together as a single omake, as happened with the Manual omakes.
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Citra of Jakarta
Citra does not come with her own army, she comes with her enemy's. Citra can make copies of people, demons, animals, and even Incubators. These copies are nearly perfect, with all of the original's skills, knowledge, capabilities, and equipment, the only changes are a fanatical loyalty to Citra and an internal IFF able to identify other copies (Citra has the IFF too). These copies are completely autonomous, and the Puellas can seemingly use magic without end and without drawing from Citra's gem. The copies last until dismissed, however keeping even one going for any longer than a single engagement is very draining on her soul gem. Despite being able to support any number of copies at once, she is unable to make more than a single copy of any given creature at a time.
Citra is powerful and skilled combatant in her own right, and her favored method in a fight is to break the stalemates that inevitably develop from her power so as to create a snowballing numerical advantage.
At 16 Citra is a devout Muslim, and a devoted and dutiful wife to her husband, who she believes she is coming to love despite the arranged nature of their marriage. She is part of a small 3 magical girl group that maintains a 7 cube territory. Her weapon is a polearm more inspired by Sailor Saturn than any real life polearm.
(Mechanically Citra gets -100% Casualties demon hunting, and in PvP rolls 6d20 as an elite, however, the enemy result after multiplier is added to her side's total, and if she hasn't made copies of her allies then her allies total after multiplier is also added to her side's total {so she auto-wins PvP}. Her Cube collection modifier is 5x. She can effectively double your organization's available manpower, with each copy increasing Citra's Cube upkeep by +X, where X is determined by the GM for balance but set to .5 by default. Citra cannot copy copies, so no doubling the kyoclone. Attempts to copy QB will be met with orbital bombardment.)
Alternate Location: Instead of Citra of Jakarta, the same powerset and personality could go to Meti of Addis Ababa, if it is felt that the East is getting too many Legendaries.
Errata on other Legendaries:
Sabrina: -100% Casualty modifier; Auto-Wins Sub-battles in PvP; 0 GC Upkeep; 5x Cube Collection; Weapon is Warhammer; Bonus is X% discount on all non-kyuubey, non-spiral cube costs. X% can be set by GM for balance and represents QB putting his foot down demanding a cut of cubes rather than an inherent limitation of Sabrina's abilities, and so can change if the group draws too much Attention, it is 50% discount by default. Also, Sabrina's ability has a meguca cost depending on how large the group is, increasing in .5 megucamonth increments as the GM judges the group has gotten large enough to warrant more trouble recycling cubes, Sabrina must be one of the meguca assigned for the discount to apply.
Hortence: -100% Casualty modifier; Auto-Wins Sub-battles in PvP; 5x Cube Collection; Weapon is 1kg mass (configurable); Bonus depends on a hidden Loyalty stat kept track of by the GM. Loyalty determines how valuable the materials Hortence is willing to make for the Organization are, higher loyalty gives higher value materials and thus more money per cube fed to her. The materials still need to be sold, which requires megucapower (not necessarily Hortence) and may incur Attention.
Homura: -100% Casualty modifier; Auto-Wins Sub-battles in PvP; 5x Cube Collection; Weapon is Madoka's Bow; Bonus is ability to redo a turn. Each time you redo the turn Homura gets a cumulative +X% to her spiral chance above the Spiral Percentage Roll Result for the turn, where X is determined by GM for balance but by default is +5%. This does not go away immediately but decays over time, rate of decay would need to be determined by GM for balance, but by default it takes two turns to decay away completely.
Jiao: -0% Casualty Modifier; Auto-Wins Sub-battles in PvP; 1x Cube Collection Modifier; Weapon is a traditional chinese staff; Bonus is Morale set to 100. Jiao also automatically succeeds at things like recruitment or diplomacy. Jiao can do things that require at least a Green or at least a Legendary, but not things that need at least a Vet or an Elite to do.
Sita: Casualty Modifier is set to 0; 10x Cube Collection Modifier; Weapon is a khanda; Bonus is to skip combat phase entirely and just decide who dies, who lives, and who gets away unscathed, with Sita as the victor even when other legendaries are involved.
No rules for resolving multi-Legendary fights not involving Sita are suggested due to the rarity of Legendaries and the wide geographic dispersal of such.
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Citra of Jakarta
Citra does not come with her own army, she comes with her enemy's. Citra can make copies of people, demons, animals, and even Incubators. These copies are nearly perfect, with all of the original's skills, knowledge, capabilities, and equipment, the only changes are a fanatical loyalty to Citra and an internal IFF able to identify other copies (Citra has the IFF too). These copies are completely autonomous, and the Puellas can seemingly use magic without end and without drawing from Citra's gem. The copies last until dismissed, however keeping even one going for any longer than a single engagement is very draining on her soul gem. Despite being able to support any number of copies at once, she is unable to make more than a single copy of any given creature at a time.
Citra is powerful and skilled combatant in her own right, and her favored method in a fight is to break the stalemates that inevitably develop from her power so as to create a snowballing numerical advantage.
At 16 Citra is a devout Muslim, and a devoted and dutiful wife to her husband, who she believes she is coming to love despite the arranged nature of their marriage. She is part of a small 3 magical girl group that maintains a 7 cube territory. Her weapon is a polearm more inspired by Sailor Saturn than any real life polearm.
(Mechanically Citra gets -100% Casualties demon hunting, and in PvP rolls 6d20 as an elite, however, the enemy result after multiplier is added to her side's total, and if she hasn't made copies of her allies then her allies total after multiplier is also added to her side's total {so she auto-wins PvP}. Her Cube collection modifier is 5x. She can effectively double your organization's available manpower, with each copy increasing Citra's Cube upkeep by +X, where X is determined by the GM for balance but set to .5 by default. Citra cannot copy copies, so no doubling the kyoclone. Attempts to copy QB will be met with orbital bombardment.)
Alternate Location: Instead of Citra of Jakarta, the same powerset and personality could go to Meti of Addis Ababa, if it is felt that the East is getting too many Legendaries.
Errata on other Legendaries:
Sabrina: -100% Casualty modifier; Auto-Wins Sub-battles in PvP; 0 GC Upkeep; 5x Cube Collection; Weapon is Warhammer; Bonus is X% discount on all non-kyuubey, non-spiral cube costs. X% can be set by GM for balance and represents QB putting his foot down demanding a cut of cubes rather than an inherent limitation of Sabrina's abilities, and so can change if the group draws too much Attention, it is 50% discount by default. Also, Sabrina's ability has a meguca cost depending on how large the group is, increasing in .5 megucamonth increments as the GM judges the group has gotten large enough to warrant more trouble recycling cubes, Sabrina must be one of the meguca assigned for the discount to apply.
Hortence: -100% Casualty modifier; Auto-Wins Sub-battles in PvP; 5x Cube Collection; Weapon is 1kg mass (configurable); Bonus depends on a hidden Loyalty stat kept track of by the GM. Loyalty determines how valuable the materials Hortence is willing to make for the Organization are, higher loyalty gives higher value materials and thus more money per cube fed to her. The materials still need to be sold, which requires megucapower (not necessarily Hortence) and may incur Attention.
Homura: -100% Casualty modifier; Auto-Wins Sub-battles in PvP; 5x Cube Collection; Weapon is Madoka's Bow; Bonus is ability to redo a turn. Each time you redo the turn Homura gets a cumulative +X% to her spiral chance above the Spiral Percentage Roll Result for the turn, where X is determined by GM for balance but by default is +5%. This does not go away immediately but decays over time, rate of decay would need to be determined by GM for balance, but by default it takes two turns to decay away completely.
Jiao: -0% Casualty Modifier; Auto-Wins Sub-battles in PvP; 1x Cube Collection Modifier; Weapon is a traditional chinese staff; Bonus is Morale set to 100. Jiao also automatically succeeds at things like recruitment or diplomacy. Jiao can do things that require at least a Green or at least a Legendary, but not things that need at least a Vet or an Elite to do.
Sita: Casualty Modifier is set to 0; 10x Cube Collection Modifier; Weapon is a khanda; Bonus is to skip combat phase entirely and just decide who dies, who lives, and who gets away unscathed, with Sita as the victor even when other legendaries are involved.
No rules for resolving multi-Legendary fights not involving Sita are suggested due to the rarity of Legendaries and the wide geographic dispersal of such.
Non-canon Omake: The Aberrant
Avalanche
Atypical Netizen
- Location
- Australia
Random Ass omake time:
I was pretty tired when I wrote this, so go easy please.
The Aberrant
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"How many more are we expecting?"
Kaneko shifts as she rapidly scrolls down her messages on her phone, counting heads with short glances upwards, "Fourteen more Veterans from Outa ward along with Elites Mirai and Yuzuko. Seven more Vets from Setagaya. Twelve Vets from Suginami."
Ensui Murasaki shakes her head slightly at the news.
That meant Outa, Chuou, Shinjuku, Bunkyou and Kouto wards had contributed Elites. Including her district of Chiyoda, that made six out of twenty three. Or rather, six from seventeen.
It did not help that Mirai from Outa was not exactly modest with her demanded price. None of the Southern and Western wards had committed their full force of veteran Puella or sent all their Elites, normally prudent, but silly given the description of the threat the Incubator had given them.
When the remaining girls arrived, that would bring the total force gathered on the roof of the National Diet building in Chiyoda to one hundred and sixty four veterans and ten Elites from all over Tokyo. A force capable of overmatching any single ward of Tokyo, but hardly equal to all of them as should have been.
Murasaki glances around at the girls already gathered here.
Herself and Kaneko with the Chiyoda group. The Elite Isako and the Chuou group. Iori with only five veterans from Bunkyou, the smallest. Right next to them, Katsue and Shouko with the Shinjuku group, the largest group. Arei with Kagami and the Kouto group.
Outside of the other Elites and her own girls, Murasaki barely recognised any of the dozen upon dozens of veterans, scattered in silent groups, keeping wary eyes on each other.
Here were faces from every corner of Tokyo.
With six exceptions.
Edogawa, Katsushika, Adachi, Arakawa, Taito and Sumida were missing.
A month ago, Edogawa first.
Everyone had thought Emi was entering another of her odd quiet periods, then large groups of strays from Edogawa started appearing in Katsushika.
Chihiro had taken her veterans out to confront the groups announcing that they would not fall for any tricks or ruses. Her sortie never returned.
The abandoned green girls from Katsushika then started fleeing West, unsure and lost. The clairvoyants had started calling warnings then. Seeing it from range with their magic, a sphere of miasma like none ever seen before, a kilometer in diameter, only appearing for short periods before disappearing.
"Adachi first, then Arakawa, Taito or Sumida. It is heading for Adachi."
Taira and Kotone of Adachi were cautious and evacuated their green girls to their friendly neighbour of Kita, announcing a meeting for the wards in Taito to deal with the aberrant miasma.
Murasaki had not attended, nor had most of the Tokyo magical girls. Adachi, Arakawa, Taito and Sumida wards had five Elites and eighty three veterans between them. It would be enough.
The telepaths in connected with the group to listen in on the meeting had very suddenly lost contact. Clairvoyants had confirmed the formation of the Aberrant miasma on the location of the meeting.
Every single Puella in Tokyo had sat up and paid attention at that.
Eighty eight Puella. None of them unblooded. Five Elites, the very best, who each held power over swaths of the world's largest city and dozens of other Puella with their power and knowledge.
Fourteen minutes.
Twenty four survivors. None of them Elites.
The news was confused.
The most powerful demon they'd ever seen, the most powerful demon anybody has ever seen. A dark god risen from Yomi. A stage for a fool, circling around and around. Death comes as sure as clockwork. A fate that you cannot deny, a fate from which you cannot hide.
The Incubators had then done something unprecedented, broadcasting a wide scale warning.
"All contractors hearing this message, you are within the feeding area of Class Five Aberrant existence, Walpurgisnacht. Be advised, Class Four existences are variable beyond current theoretical models, but feeding patterns suggest casualties in excess of ten million human casualties. A large scale earthquake will be prepared off the shore of Tohoku to reduce population density should the Aberrant not be eliminated and proceed to feed."
The Incubator had remained silent on what the Puella Magi should do.
Opinions had been divided. The central wards had been in unanimous favour of all out assault before the demon attacks them. The outer wards had been unsure, unwilling to risk the casualties.
Murasaki and the other central wards had resorted to bribes as the shadow of miasma approached closer and closer to central Tokyo.
Now one of the results of the spent cubes appeared at a corner of the roof through a portal of blue light. A dozen Veterans from Outa ward along both their Elites, Mirai and Yuzuko. Mirai plays with her hair, looking over the other Puella with her usual casual disdain. The final participants for this meeting were here.
"So. We doing this or what?" The impatient Iori was first to speak up.
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"Not yet, the clairvoyants don't have a lock on it's position. We shouldn't attack without a plan anyway." cautions Kaneko.
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"How is a demon the size of skyscraper supposed to hide? It's miasma field is a kilometer in radius. We should be able to feel it from here." scoffs Mirai from Outa.
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"Believe it or not, whatever it is manages to disappear from my vision without problems." Isako from Chuou, the near practically omniscient Elite cautions.
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Mirai frowns at that, she respected power, and knew well of Isako's abilities, "Then why did we gather today? Murasaki, you understand your cubes pay for only one day of my time correct? I won't come running tomorrow if the demon pops up on your heads."
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Murasaki bites back a sigh, of course it would be so with Mirai, with luck it would not come to pass, "From what Isako says, it always appears for a short period at a midday, tracing a path south from Sumida to Kouto. We are planning to intercept it midway today."
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Isako flinches and spins. A new voice rings out from the edge of the roof, "That will not be necessary."
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Murasaki starts and follows Isako's incredulous gaze. Long black hair with a red ribbon, purple eyes. A general theme of purple, white and black. Buckler shield, left arm. Bow, gem, right hand. Unknown magical girl.
She continues, "It is coming here. Where the Magical girls are gathered."
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"Wait, who the hell are you?" snaps Iori, weapons flashing to hand. Many Puella around her echo the move.
"Walpurgisnacht primarily uses the surroundings as weaponry. Lifting and throwing. If you get too close, about forty meters, it can lift and throw you too. Secondary magical blasts, seeking towards more powerful Puella. It has a scream that must be avoided, but takes time to build anew after use." continues the unknown, ignoring Iori completely.
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"I said-!" continues Iori, before Murasaki waves her down.
"Any Puella Magi killed by it will have a shadow copy of themselves formed. They are ceaselessly hostile and unintelligent, with weaker magic than the original. Do not hesitate to destroy the copies. Walpurgisnacht can only summon them once," she was speaking both with her voice and telepathy. Her voice was… not emotionless, simply precise, stripped of all unnecessary emphasis.
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"It's coming here? When? How do you know?" Murasaki demands as the girl falls silent.
"Yes. Now. Statistics," The black haired girl clips out.
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"Now-?"
The world changes. White becomes black. Black becomes white. Up is down and left is right.
"Groups! Group up now! Barriers! Teleporters!" Iori yells out, enhanced voice and telepathy both.
The entire national diet building, at least the paper mache mockery of it formed by the miasma, had somehow been torn from the ground and upended, sent hurtling towards the ground.
With all the Puella still on the roof.
We are in miasma. Thick. Strange. Senses dulled. Reactions dulled. Thoughts dulled. -I want to go and- Mind manipulation effects. Gem corruption passively rising, minor.
"Go! Go! Go!" shouts Iori from the side, her voice carrying magic, leaping off the doomed building.
Murasaki finally snaps out of her funk and grabs her girls, wrapping them up in shadows and transcribing them to the ground well clear of the falling building.
As she emerges, throwing her confused girls from the shadows, she looked back up to the falling diet building. Magical girls leapt off the sides, following Iori's lead as she hurls slabs of concrete ripped off the diet building ahead of her, then jumps to them. More girls were still on the roof, eyes dull. Murasaki reaches for the shadows again, even knowing that she would never reach it in time -Stop- The girls were suddenly gone.
The diet building smashes into the ground with a literally earthshaking crash.
Behind where the diet had floated, the sky smiled down at her. -mocKiNg. lauGhtEr. FIllEd. HeR. heAd-
"GET UP!" a roar flattens the shrubbery and bends trees, blasting dirt into the air. Iori.
Murasaki staggers to her feet, the shadows around her extending and wrapping over her scalp. The noise disappears immediately.
Kaneko was already on her feet, an orange light spreading around her and pushing back the miasma that was so thick it seemed to flow through the air. She walks over the recovering veterans and help them to their feet. Murasaki's shadows slither under their feet and they stand straighter, with more energy as she feeds into them what her shadows had consumed.
It was chaos. Electric lights flashed on and off, glowing demonic red. Magical projectiles were already reaching up for- for-
It was enormous. It dominated the sphere of miasma in which they fought. A wooden plank at least two hundred meters long, seven thick and thirty wide. A crossbar thrice that across. An upside down cross. A body to scale hugs the cross. Thin spindly limbs flailing in the air, broken free of their bolts. An enormously wide face, bloated and stretched, a mouth that opened and closed spasmodically, vomiting grief in time with it's maledictions. Somehow still female.
-Demons take the form of what is considered holy in their spawning grounds-
Antichrist. Holy?
Where the hell had this abominated arrived from?
'Keep clear of the buildings once they launch. It cannot redirect them once they leave its range.'
The same cold voice. The unknown.
Murasaki blinked as huge blocks of masonry flew towards her, she grabbed them with her shadows and absorbed their energy. The blocks fell to the floor, their forward kinetic energy drained rime and frost spreading around them. Strength filled Murasaki's body at the same time corruption welled in her soul.
Explosions of dust and thunderous booms rang out all over the park as the demon used buildings as ammunition, firing at the small Puella Magi scurrying around below its head.
Pulses of orange light blazed upwards as Kaneko let loose, tearing flaming scars into the lopsided giant. Their veterans were getting back into the game also, materialising weapons and firing off ranged attacks if they had them deflecting the plentiful debris if they didn't. A thin red line reached towards the giant but failed to attach, Mirai's magic. Bouncing, floating balls of light slowly approach the giant, carving out meters of pseudo flesh where they contact, Shouko.
The giant shudders on its cross, then it's arms reach downwards lowering itself in height. -Stop-
'Physical attack. Pull back.'
Its forehead touches the ground, then spins, throwing up enormous amounts of dust and rock. Murasaki sees one magical girl thrown back out of the corner of her eye. She pulls up a multi-layered wall of shadows and the rocks that fly through drop to the ground shortly, leaving trails of ice behind them.
Dust was thick in the air, and with her senses confused by the miasma, Murasaki couldn't tell where the demon was. Her shadows kept the dust back but she couldn't see anything. Kaneko broadcasts her light but was impeded by the thick miasma. Telepathic shouts ring out, but in the lopsided world, she couldn't tell from where they originated.
'It's in the air, magical attacks followed by shadow clones. Dodge or barriers. Marking it's position.' -Stop-
Purple flashes of light streak through the dust and detonate on an enormous bulk suspended in the dust.
Kaneko nods sharply at Murasaki, she would take care of defences.
Their group breaks into a sprint as black blasts of light rain down, from high, each so dark they seemed to eat the light around them. Several angle towards the Chiyoda group. -Stop- They manage to dodge a few and Kaneko's light condenses, stopping the accurate blasts cold. She staggers slightly, fumbling her landing and quickly fishes out a cube.
Murasaki acquires sight of the demon again, then gathers a large portion of her shadow, hurling it upwards like a lariat. It loops around the demon, disrupting what it was doing, and she wrenches with several months of stored energy.
-Stop- The demon is brought crashing down, throwing up another thick column of dust. Withering magical firepower flies towards it's enormous form, blowing away the dust, explosions ripple from under its form and melee girls close in.
It's chest swells.
'Scream. Barriers. Quickly!'
The voice was alarmed. Kaneko was still hunched over but holds out a palm and weak orange light flickers outwards. Murasaki throws shadows over her group, thin and whispery from its recent expenditure.
-Stop- The demon screams, miasma erupting out with the sound, thick and viscous like lava. Iori falls back, blood pouring from her mouth, eyes and ears, gem darkening. A few of the melee girls whom she had tried to protect simple disappear as their gems are pushed beyond their limits. Shouko's spheres vibrate in the air then pop, disappearing. Murasaki herself writhes in agony, the sound pushing through her shadows to echo in her bones, ringing through her, concentrating on her gem-
The air turns red. Then the sound is not.
The demon chokes and then chuckles.
Mirai's magic.
Murasaki turns with a wince, pulling out cubes, her entire body hurt. Kaneko was on the ground, her eyes dull, but grief draining from her gem into cubes. Hasegawa looks at her, a cube in her palm but no strength to lift it, panic in her eyes for a moment before she smiles faintly and disappears. Shiori was no where to be seen, a few empty cubes scattered over her former position. She must have dropped them while dodging, silly girl.
'Now. While it cannot scream. Hurry.'
Another scream washes across the battlefield, this one a scream of rage. Iori carves into the demon, blood dripping from her face, her gem growing even darker -Stop- Iori disappears. Kaneko stand up with a grunt, still holding fistfuls of cubes to her gem, her light races across the ground and sears the demon. Murasaki forcibly shoves the rest of her shadow into the world, forming a thresher, chewing on the body of the giant. Actinic bolts of purple magic drill into the demon. An enormous factual pattern forms over the head of the demon, squeezing it out of existence as Kagami contracts her field.
It still laughs and the sound is echoed. Not echoed. -Stop-
'Shadow clones. Concentrate on Walpurgisnacht'
-Stop-
Another red line reaches for the demon but fails to attach again.
-Stop-
Murasaki pulls her shadow back in time to catch a series of arrows. Shiori laughs at her and pulls back on her bow again, arrows forming out of nowhere. Shiori was still alive? Thank gods, so she didn't die. -Stop-
Another flight of arrows launched, too low to strike the demon. Murasaki barely stops them before they plunge into Kaneko's back.
Telepathic conversation, pleading, screaming, grows thick in the air.
-Stop-
Shiori lurches to the side, her smile growing wider, wider, before the split of her mouth reaches all the way around her head and she topples over. Half her head rolling away before her body pops into a foul puddle of miasma.
Murasaki is frozen for a moment. What… was happening? Voices around her scream out.
A shadow, darker than that of the dust, settles over her. She turns, a skyscraper rockets towards their group.
Murasaki pulls the Chiyoda girls into her shadows and moves elsewhere.
They emerge as the skyscraper smashes into the ground with the shriek of a thousand panes of glass breaking simultaneously. More dust flies into the air.
Dark bolts of magic rain down. Without the warning from the voice they were unprepared, Murasaki feels her stomach cored through. Several of her girls fall, but most home in on Kaneko, one piercing through her light cutting through her left shoulder without pause.
More dark bolts streak down. Muraskai drags the Chiyoda group into the shadows again.
They surface near Mirai's group this time. Several of the girls rush to help the others. Kaneko pushes herself into a sitting position with her remaining arm, shaking her head at the offers of cubes.
Bars of magic bend and shoot through the air over them, turning about, searching. Yuzuko's magic, kamaitachi. They hunted for any target and tore it apart without mercy. The hundreds in the air bend towards Murasaki and streak out. Murasaki absorbs them, feeling the strain on her gem increase and pulls out another cube. Why?
The ground into front of her erupts upwards, revealing the ragged form of Mirai hurled into the air, her blonde hair streaked with blood. Yuzuko flies up after her, tackling her from above and slamming her into the ground.
Oh.
Shadow clones. The realisation is mechanical, a switch resting one way flipped over without feeling.
Murasaki reaches out and shadow blades fly forward. Yuzuko ducks the one meant for her neck and her kamaitachi shoot for the lower blade. The real Yuzuko would never have done so. Murasaki's shadow blades grow larger as they absorb the hostile magical attacks and bisect the clone Yuzuko at the waist.
Mirai flips herself over with a hoarse scream and grabs the clone Yuzuko, her remaining hand searching then finding the cluster of miasma located where Yuzuko's soul gem should have been.
Red lines explode outwards. String thin lines reach for the Chiyoda Puella for a moment before bending away, much thicker lines streak across the battlefield into the miasma. One red line as thick around as Murasaki's torso reaches up towards the giant demon- and connects. Associative effect.
Mirai clenches her hand, crushing the still giggling not Yuzuko's miasma core. Pulses of magic wash across the lines. Most sever instantly, the red lines fraying then disappearing. One does not.
The giant demons lurches in mid-air, it's insane chuckling completely stopping for the first time. Parts of it crumble away, the body hanging onto the cross disintegrating in flashes of red.
The cross flips itself upright and a thousand ports open on it surface. Mirai squeezes harder, gem darkening, the magic travelling up the red rope intensifying. Dark light, so intense was the absence of everything else that it hurts to look at, builds over the cross even as parts of it break apart. Murasaki and Kaneko step in front of Mirai, holding up their hands in tandem, prepared to guard to the last.
-Stop--Stop--Stop--Stop--Stop-
Flashes of purple, brighter than any before, blinding. The demon screams-
-Stop-
The world reverts. White is white, up and down.
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Murasaki collapses backwards on a concrete roof. Her head clears up.
With it, the pain comes to the forefront. She turn it down with a wince, cupping a hand over the hole in her stomach.
She scrambles to her feet. Kaneko also stumbles upright, looking this way and that in confusion, her stump covered by a small layer of orange light. The rest of the Chiyoda veterans were sprawled around them. Iori lay to her right, face still blood streaked but gem intact with two of the Bunkyou veterans, also insensate next to her. Mirai was sprawled further away, in much worse condition but apparently stable, but the only one present with Outa. Isako slowly sitting up on the opposite side of the roof, face pale and her legs clearly bent in the wrong direction. Shouko, the only one present from the Shinjuku group that Murasaki recognised, her body barely intact but her gem still bright. The Kouto group was completely missing. More scattered piles of girls here and there, none really recognisable to Murasaki.
In the middle of the roof, the mysterious girl looks over the scene, expressionless.
Her leggings were torn and red stains in her white blouse opened to showed weeping wounds.
"Did… we kill it?" hesitantly asks Isako.
"No. It escaped," said the unknown, a heavy tone of disappointment present in her voice.
"It didn't even die?" asks Murasaki numbly, "Then what now, with so many dead, if it comes back…"
The black haired girls straightens and rest a hand on her ribbon for a second, "It won't. It's just the harbinger. Scatter. There will be more. I will continue following Walpurgisnacht."
-Stop-
She disappears without a trace.
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EDIT: Huh it actually takes me 6 hours to write 3.5K...
EDIT2: Idunno why I wrote that edit. Must have been half asleep.
EDIT3: Changed the Classification of Walpurgis to Level 5 as Inverted_Helix noted, some more fixes to tidy up some messes in the writing.
I was pretty tired when I wrote this, so go easy please.
The Aberrant
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"How many more are we expecting?"
Kaneko shifts as she rapidly scrolls down her messages on her phone, counting heads with short glances upwards, "Fourteen more Veterans from Outa ward along with Elites Mirai and Yuzuko. Seven more Vets from Setagaya. Twelve Vets from Suginami."
Ensui Murasaki shakes her head slightly at the news.
That meant Outa, Chuou, Shinjuku, Bunkyou and Kouto wards had contributed Elites. Including her district of Chiyoda, that made six out of twenty three. Or rather, six from seventeen.
It did not help that Mirai from Outa was not exactly modest with her demanded price. None of the Southern and Western wards had committed their full force of veteran Puella or sent all their Elites, normally prudent, but silly given the description of the threat the Incubator had given them.
When the remaining girls arrived, that would bring the total force gathered on the roof of the National Diet building in Chiyoda to one hundred and sixty four veterans and ten Elites from all over Tokyo. A force capable of overmatching any single ward of Tokyo, but hardly equal to all of them as should have been.
Murasaki glances around at the girls already gathered here.
Herself and Kaneko with the Chiyoda group. The Elite Isako and the Chuou group. Iori with only five veterans from Bunkyou, the smallest. Right next to them, Katsue and Shouko with the Shinjuku group, the largest group. Arei with Kagami and the Kouto group.
Outside of the other Elites and her own girls, Murasaki barely recognised any of the dozen upon dozens of veterans, scattered in silent groups, keeping wary eyes on each other.
Here were faces from every corner of Tokyo.
With six exceptions.
Edogawa, Katsushika, Adachi, Arakawa, Taito and Sumida were missing.
A month ago, Edogawa first.
Everyone had thought Emi was entering another of her odd quiet periods, then large groups of strays from Edogawa started appearing in Katsushika.
Chihiro had taken her veterans out to confront the groups announcing that they would not fall for any tricks or ruses. Her sortie never returned.
The abandoned green girls from Katsushika then started fleeing West, unsure and lost. The clairvoyants had started calling warnings then. Seeing it from range with their magic, a sphere of miasma like none ever seen before, a kilometer in diameter, only appearing for short periods before disappearing.
"Adachi first, then Arakawa, Taito or Sumida. It is heading for Adachi."
Taira and Kotone of Adachi were cautious and evacuated their green girls to their friendly neighbour of Kita, announcing a meeting for the wards in Taito to deal with the aberrant miasma.
Murasaki had not attended, nor had most of the Tokyo magical girls. Adachi, Arakawa, Taito and Sumida wards had five Elites and eighty three veterans between them. It would be enough.
The telepaths in connected with the group to listen in on the meeting had very suddenly lost contact. Clairvoyants had confirmed the formation of the Aberrant miasma on the location of the meeting.
Every single Puella in Tokyo had sat up and paid attention at that.
Eighty eight Puella. None of them unblooded. Five Elites, the very best, who each held power over swaths of the world's largest city and dozens of other Puella with their power and knowledge.
Fourteen minutes.
Twenty four survivors. None of them Elites.
The news was confused.
The most powerful demon they'd ever seen, the most powerful demon anybody has ever seen. A dark god risen from Yomi. A stage for a fool, circling around and around. Death comes as sure as clockwork. A fate that you cannot deny, a fate from which you cannot hide.
The Incubators had then done something unprecedented, broadcasting a wide scale warning.
"All contractors hearing this message, you are within the feeding area of Class Five Aberrant existence, Walpurgisnacht. Be advised, Class Four existences are variable beyond current theoretical models, but feeding patterns suggest casualties in excess of ten million human casualties. A large scale earthquake will be prepared off the shore of Tohoku to reduce population density should the Aberrant not be eliminated and proceed to feed."
The Incubator had remained silent on what the Puella Magi should do.
Opinions had been divided. The central wards had been in unanimous favour of all out assault before the demon attacks them. The outer wards had been unsure, unwilling to risk the casualties.
Murasaki and the other central wards had resorted to bribes as the shadow of miasma approached closer and closer to central Tokyo.
Now one of the results of the spent cubes appeared at a corner of the roof through a portal of blue light. A dozen Veterans from Outa ward along both their Elites, Mirai and Yuzuko. Mirai plays with her hair, looking over the other Puella with her usual casual disdain. The final participants for this meeting were here.
"So. We doing this or what?" The impatient Iori was first to speak up.
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"Not yet, the clairvoyants don't have a lock on it's position. We shouldn't attack without a plan anyway." cautions Kaneko.
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"How is a demon the size of skyscraper supposed to hide? It's miasma field is a kilometer in radius. We should be able to feel it from here." scoffs Mirai from Outa.
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"Believe it or not, whatever it is manages to disappear from my vision without problems." Isako from Chuou, the near practically omniscient Elite cautions.
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Mirai frowns at that, she respected power, and knew well of Isako's abilities, "Then why did we gather today? Murasaki, you understand your cubes pay for only one day of my time correct? I won't come running tomorrow if the demon pops up on your heads."
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Murasaki bites back a sigh, of course it would be so with Mirai, with luck it would not come to pass, "From what Isako says, it always appears for a short period at a midday, tracing a path south from Sumida to Kouto. We are planning to intercept it midway today."
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Isako flinches and spins. A new voice rings out from the edge of the roof, "That will not be necessary."
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Murasaki starts and follows Isako's incredulous gaze. Long black hair with a red ribbon, purple eyes. A general theme of purple, white and black. Buckler shield, left arm. Bow, gem, right hand. Unknown magical girl.
She continues, "It is coming here. Where the Magical girls are gathered."
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"Wait, who the hell are you?" snaps Iori, weapons flashing to hand. Many Puella around her echo the move.
"Walpurgisnacht primarily uses the surroundings as weaponry. Lifting and throwing. If you get too close, about forty meters, it can lift and throw you too. Secondary magical blasts, seeking towards more powerful Puella. It has a scream that must be avoided, but takes time to build anew after use." continues the unknown, ignoring Iori completely.
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"I said-!" continues Iori, before Murasaki waves her down.
"Any Puella Magi killed by it will have a shadow copy of themselves formed. They are ceaselessly hostile and unintelligent, with weaker magic than the original. Do not hesitate to destroy the copies. Walpurgisnacht can only summon them once," she was speaking both with her voice and telepathy. Her voice was… not emotionless, simply precise, stripped of all unnecessary emphasis.
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"It's coming here? When? How do you know?" Murasaki demands as the girl falls silent.
"Yes. Now. Statistics," The black haired girl clips out.
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"Now-?"
The world changes. White becomes black. Black becomes white. Up is down and left is right.
"Groups! Group up now! Barriers! Teleporters!" Iori yells out, enhanced voice and telepathy both.
The entire national diet building, at least the paper mache mockery of it formed by the miasma, had somehow been torn from the ground and upended, sent hurtling towards the ground.
With all the Puella still on the roof.
We are in miasma. Thick. Strange. Senses dulled. Reactions dulled. Thoughts dulled. -I want to go and- Mind manipulation effects. Gem corruption passively rising, minor.
"Go! Go! Go!" shouts Iori from the side, her voice carrying magic, leaping off the doomed building.
Murasaki finally snaps out of her funk and grabs her girls, wrapping them up in shadows and transcribing them to the ground well clear of the falling building.
As she emerges, throwing her confused girls from the shadows, she looked back up to the falling diet building. Magical girls leapt off the sides, following Iori's lead as she hurls slabs of concrete ripped off the diet building ahead of her, then jumps to them. More girls were still on the roof, eyes dull. Murasaki reaches for the shadows again, even knowing that she would never reach it in time -Stop- The girls were suddenly gone.
The diet building smashes into the ground with a literally earthshaking crash.
Behind where the diet had floated, the sky smiled down at her. -mocKiNg. lauGhtEr. FIllEd. HeR. heAd-
"GET UP!" a roar flattens the shrubbery and bends trees, blasting dirt into the air. Iori.
Murasaki staggers to her feet, the shadows around her extending and wrapping over her scalp. The noise disappears immediately.
Kaneko was already on her feet, an orange light spreading around her and pushing back the miasma that was so thick it seemed to flow through the air. She walks over the recovering veterans and help them to their feet. Murasaki's shadows slither under their feet and they stand straighter, with more energy as she feeds into them what her shadows had consumed.
It was chaos. Electric lights flashed on and off, glowing demonic red. Magical projectiles were already reaching up for- for-
It was enormous. It dominated the sphere of miasma in which they fought. A wooden plank at least two hundred meters long, seven thick and thirty wide. A crossbar thrice that across. An upside down cross. A body to scale hugs the cross. Thin spindly limbs flailing in the air, broken free of their bolts. An enormously wide face, bloated and stretched, a mouth that opened and closed spasmodically, vomiting grief in time with it's maledictions. Somehow still female.
-Demons take the form of what is considered holy in their spawning grounds-
Antichrist. Holy?
Where the hell had this abominated arrived from?
'Keep clear of the buildings once they launch. It cannot redirect them once they leave its range.'
The same cold voice. The unknown.
Murasaki blinked as huge blocks of masonry flew towards her, she grabbed them with her shadows and absorbed their energy. The blocks fell to the floor, their forward kinetic energy drained rime and frost spreading around them. Strength filled Murasaki's body at the same time corruption welled in her soul.
Explosions of dust and thunderous booms rang out all over the park as the demon used buildings as ammunition, firing at the small Puella Magi scurrying around below its head.
Pulses of orange light blazed upwards as Kaneko let loose, tearing flaming scars into the lopsided giant. Their veterans were getting back into the game also, materialising weapons and firing off ranged attacks if they had them deflecting the plentiful debris if they didn't. A thin red line reached towards the giant but failed to attach, Mirai's magic. Bouncing, floating balls of light slowly approach the giant, carving out meters of pseudo flesh where they contact, Shouko.
The giant shudders on its cross, then it's arms reach downwards lowering itself in height. -Stop-
'Physical attack. Pull back.'
Its forehead touches the ground, then spins, throwing up enormous amounts of dust and rock. Murasaki sees one magical girl thrown back out of the corner of her eye. She pulls up a multi-layered wall of shadows and the rocks that fly through drop to the ground shortly, leaving trails of ice behind them.
Dust was thick in the air, and with her senses confused by the miasma, Murasaki couldn't tell where the demon was. Her shadows kept the dust back but she couldn't see anything. Kaneko broadcasts her light but was impeded by the thick miasma. Telepathic shouts ring out, but in the lopsided world, she couldn't tell from where they originated.
'It's in the air, magical attacks followed by shadow clones. Dodge or barriers. Marking it's position.' -Stop-
Purple flashes of light streak through the dust and detonate on an enormous bulk suspended in the dust.
Kaneko nods sharply at Murasaki, she would take care of defences.
Their group breaks into a sprint as black blasts of light rain down, from high, each so dark they seemed to eat the light around them. Several angle towards the Chiyoda group. -Stop- They manage to dodge a few and Kaneko's light condenses, stopping the accurate blasts cold. She staggers slightly, fumbling her landing and quickly fishes out a cube.
Murasaki acquires sight of the demon again, then gathers a large portion of her shadow, hurling it upwards like a lariat. It loops around the demon, disrupting what it was doing, and she wrenches with several months of stored energy.
-Stop- The demon is brought crashing down, throwing up another thick column of dust. Withering magical firepower flies towards it's enormous form, blowing away the dust, explosions ripple from under its form and melee girls close in.
It's chest swells.
'Scream. Barriers. Quickly!'
The voice was alarmed. Kaneko was still hunched over but holds out a palm and weak orange light flickers outwards. Murasaki throws shadows over her group, thin and whispery from its recent expenditure.
-Stop- The demon screams, miasma erupting out with the sound, thick and viscous like lava. Iori falls back, blood pouring from her mouth, eyes and ears, gem darkening. A few of the melee girls whom she had tried to protect simple disappear as their gems are pushed beyond their limits. Shouko's spheres vibrate in the air then pop, disappearing. Murasaki herself writhes in agony, the sound pushing through her shadows to echo in her bones, ringing through her, concentrating on her gem-
The air turns red. Then the sound is not.
The demon chokes and then chuckles.
Mirai's magic.
Murasaki turns with a wince, pulling out cubes, her entire body hurt. Kaneko was on the ground, her eyes dull, but grief draining from her gem into cubes. Hasegawa looks at her, a cube in her palm but no strength to lift it, panic in her eyes for a moment before she smiles faintly and disappears. Shiori was no where to be seen, a few empty cubes scattered over her former position. She must have dropped them while dodging, silly girl.
'Now. While it cannot scream. Hurry.'
Another scream washes across the battlefield, this one a scream of rage. Iori carves into the demon, blood dripping from her face, her gem growing even darker -Stop- Iori disappears. Kaneko stand up with a grunt, still holding fistfuls of cubes to her gem, her light races across the ground and sears the demon. Murasaki forcibly shoves the rest of her shadow into the world, forming a thresher, chewing on the body of the giant. Actinic bolts of purple magic drill into the demon. An enormous factual pattern forms over the head of the demon, squeezing it out of existence as Kagami contracts her field.
It still laughs and the sound is echoed. Not echoed. -Stop-
'Shadow clones. Concentrate on Walpurgisnacht'
-Stop-
Another red line reaches for the demon but fails to attach again.
-Stop-
Murasaki pulls her shadow back in time to catch a series of arrows. Shiori laughs at her and pulls back on her bow again, arrows forming out of nowhere. Shiori was still alive? Thank gods, so she didn't die. -Stop-
Another flight of arrows launched, too low to strike the demon. Murasaki barely stops them before they plunge into Kaneko's back.
Telepathic conversation, pleading, screaming, grows thick in the air.
-Stop-
Shiori lurches to the side, her smile growing wider, wider, before the split of her mouth reaches all the way around her head and she topples over. Half her head rolling away before her body pops into a foul puddle of miasma.
Murasaki is frozen for a moment. What… was happening? Voices around her scream out.
A shadow, darker than that of the dust, settles over her. She turns, a skyscraper rockets towards their group.
Murasaki pulls the Chiyoda girls into her shadows and moves elsewhere.
They emerge as the skyscraper smashes into the ground with the shriek of a thousand panes of glass breaking simultaneously. More dust flies into the air.
Dark bolts of magic rain down. Without the warning from the voice they were unprepared, Murasaki feels her stomach cored through. Several of her girls fall, but most home in on Kaneko, one piercing through her light cutting through her left shoulder without pause.
More dark bolts streak down. Muraskai drags the Chiyoda group into the shadows again.
They surface near Mirai's group this time. Several of the girls rush to help the others. Kaneko pushes herself into a sitting position with her remaining arm, shaking her head at the offers of cubes.
Bars of magic bend and shoot through the air over them, turning about, searching. Yuzuko's magic, kamaitachi. They hunted for any target and tore it apart without mercy. The hundreds in the air bend towards Murasaki and streak out. Murasaki absorbs them, feeling the strain on her gem increase and pulls out another cube. Why?
The ground into front of her erupts upwards, revealing the ragged form of Mirai hurled into the air, her blonde hair streaked with blood. Yuzuko flies up after her, tackling her from above and slamming her into the ground.
Oh.
Shadow clones. The realisation is mechanical, a switch resting one way flipped over without feeling.
Murasaki reaches out and shadow blades fly forward. Yuzuko ducks the one meant for her neck and her kamaitachi shoot for the lower blade. The real Yuzuko would never have done so. Murasaki's shadow blades grow larger as they absorb the hostile magical attacks and bisect the clone Yuzuko at the waist.
Mirai flips herself over with a hoarse scream and grabs the clone Yuzuko, her remaining hand searching then finding the cluster of miasma located where Yuzuko's soul gem should have been.
Red lines explode outwards. String thin lines reach for the Chiyoda Puella for a moment before bending away, much thicker lines streak across the battlefield into the miasma. One red line as thick around as Murasaki's torso reaches up towards the giant demon- and connects. Associative effect.
Mirai clenches her hand, crushing the still giggling not Yuzuko's miasma core. Pulses of magic wash across the lines. Most sever instantly, the red lines fraying then disappearing. One does not.
The giant demons lurches in mid-air, it's insane chuckling completely stopping for the first time. Parts of it crumble away, the body hanging onto the cross disintegrating in flashes of red.
The cross flips itself upright and a thousand ports open on it surface. Mirai squeezes harder, gem darkening, the magic travelling up the red rope intensifying. Dark light, so intense was the absence of everything else that it hurts to look at, builds over the cross even as parts of it break apart. Murasaki and Kaneko step in front of Mirai, holding up their hands in tandem, prepared to guard to the last.
-Stop--Stop--Stop--Stop--Stop-
Flashes of purple, brighter than any before, blinding. The demon screams-
-Stop-
The world reverts. White is white, up and down.
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Murasaki collapses backwards on a concrete roof. Her head clears up.
With it, the pain comes to the forefront. She turn it down with a wince, cupping a hand over the hole in her stomach.
She scrambles to her feet. Kaneko also stumbles upright, looking this way and that in confusion, her stump covered by a small layer of orange light. The rest of the Chiyoda veterans were sprawled around them. Iori lay to her right, face still blood streaked but gem intact with two of the Bunkyou veterans, also insensate next to her. Mirai was sprawled further away, in much worse condition but apparently stable, but the only one present with Outa. Isako slowly sitting up on the opposite side of the roof, face pale and her legs clearly bent in the wrong direction. Shouko, the only one present from the Shinjuku group that Murasaki recognised, her body barely intact but her gem still bright. The Kouto group was completely missing. More scattered piles of girls here and there, none really recognisable to Murasaki.
In the middle of the roof, the mysterious girl looks over the scene, expressionless.
Her leggings were torn and red stains in her white blouse opened to showed weeping wounds.
"Did… we kill it?" hesitantly asks Isako.
"No. It escaped," said the unknown, a heavy tone of disappointment present in her voice.
"It didn't even die?" asks Murasaki numbly, "Then what now, with so many dead, if it comes back…"
The black haired girls straightens and rest a hand on her ribbon for a second, "It won't. It's just the harbinger. Scatter. There will be more. I will continue following Walpurgisnacht."
-Stop-
She disappears without a trace.
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EDIT: Huh it actually takes me 6 hours to write 3.5K...
EDIT2: Idunno why I wrote that edit. Must have been half asleep.
EDIT3: Changed the Classification of Walpurgis to Level 5 as Inverted_Helix noted, some more fixes to tidy up some messes in the writing.
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