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SayakaQuest Thread 10: Glory To The Death

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[x] Watch...
-[x] The Worst Movie.
--[x] Text Mikimom for suggestion.
[x] Talk to Kyouko on the way.
-[x] About ideas for next time.
--[x] Then Fluffy.
 
For some reason.... I feel we should've expected something like that.

If the movie roll comes out particularly low, does it turn into a bad or terrible movie anyway?
Or are the bad & terrible options humorously so, while a bad roll just gets us disappointment bad?
 
[X] Watch...
-[X] A movie. (roll d100 for quality)

[X] Talk to Kyouko on the way.
--[X] ABOUT NINJAS BATMAN
 
[x] Watch...
-[x] A movie. (roll d100 for quality)
[x] Talk to Kyouko on the way.
-[x] About ideas for next time.
--[x] Then Fluffy.
 
TheOneMoiderah said:
"Oh, would you look at that." You poke at the flagpole currently embedded in your chest. "I've been impaled."
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For giggles I went back to thread one to when Sayaka first got a major injury (the arm torn off from Koronis) and it's really amazing how things like this just simply do not faze her at all anymore.

Also, this line from the second ever update got me:

Sayaka said:
Witches are weird. Completely inhuman. You're just glad that you can kill them before they do anything. And they're totally evil. Which makes killing them even easier!
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Oh Blueberry, it's hard to believe it's only been a couple of weeks. Do you feel like a hero yet?
 
Ugolino said:
Well she did despair and die in a few weeks in canon, so...

But yep, the Blueberry's come a long way, and would probably horrify vanilla! Sayaka if they ever met, which sadly will never be. :(
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Sad yes, but probably for the best. I can imagine in their conversation that SV!Sayaka would probably tell Vanilla!Sayaka what the five fingers said to the face.
 
[x] Watch...
-[x] A movie. (roll d100 for quality)
[x] Talk to Kyouko on the way.
-[x]Light-hearted stuff to take both of your minds off Walpurgis.​
Oh wow, that was. . . something.
 
[x] Watch...
-[x] A movie. (roll d100 for quality)
[x] Talk to Kyouko on the way.
-[x]Light-hearted stuff to take both of your minds off Walpurgis. Will there be a dimensional rift at the walpurgis fight so that SV!Sayaka and co be able to meet alternate selves?
 
Schwer-Muta said:
Alternate selves have been confirmed to not be a thing that'll happen.
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But imagine if they did!




"I should have just left it at the videos." The imposter growled at Sayaka. "Stupid fucking Homura and her stupid time bullshit..." Her voice trailed off. Sayaka's mouth dropped open. It was bad enough that this... girl... had come down on her like the fist of judgement in a back alley, but to look and sound exactly like her? That was going too far.

"Who! Who are you?" She managed between grit teeth, holding a sword in one hand in front of her. The first attack had taken her left arm off at the shoulder, and although the bleeding had stopped, it still hurt.

"Who do you think, moron? Your evil twin or something?" The imposter twirled a sword casually in one hand, the blade still pinked with Sayaka's blood. "I'm here to help you, not that you would recognize this as help really."

"You cut my arm off!" Sayaka shouted, only to have the imposter frown and shake her head.

"I helped you out, dumbass. Do you feel pain from the wound still? Do you even realize what you ARE?! Heal yourself! Your arm's behind you, against that trash can. Go put it back on, I'll wait. We have a long way to go with you and only a couple weeks until everything goes to hell again."

Sayaka glared at the imposter, and glanced at the severed arm laying a few feet away. The imposter seemed to have lost interest in her, poking at a discarded soda can with the tip of her blade, curling neat slivers of aluminum away from the whole. Backing up slowly, Sayaka grabbed her own arm and nearly vomited just looking at it. 'My own blood and bone and...' Forcing herself not to look, she tried placing the arm back into the spot it had come from, nudging the healing magic she'd used to close several other cuts in the direction of this massive injury. "Oh, for fuck's sake." The imposter was glaring at her. "You have to be faster than that! If you lose a limb you can't wait around like a fucking moron to put it back. The witches won't give you that time. The other girls won't give you that time. Kyouko sure as fuck wouldn't, had she been here like she was supposed to today!"

Sayaka couldn't take anymore. "Stop it!" she shrieked. "Stop using that word! It's bad enough that you have my face, it's bad enough that you have my powers and are stronger than me! Stop swearing!" Tears started forming in her eyes.

The imposter just looked bored. "You're worried 'bout a little naughty language, Miki?" Sayaka's eyes went wide, moisture still welling up. "Trust me, three... no, two more days? You'll see things you'll never imagine. You'll learn secrets that will fucking break you!" The imposter's voice rose to a shout. "And the worst part of it is? IT'S ALL OUR FAULT! All of it! We didn't think that wish through, did we? We lost everyone and everything just for a shot at a boy who never loved us like we wanted! And then, when we find another person, a-another person who we can love!" The imposter's voice cracks slightly, tears forming in her own eyes to match the ones in Sayaka's. "And then we waste it! We waste our time fooling around and fucking-fucking ice cream! She's dead! By our hands, Sayaka! We had to kill her! And-and..."

Sayaka lost her grip on her sword as the imposter strode closer, grabbing a handful of her cloak and pulling their faces together. "I HATE you, you self-righteous pompous asshole." she hisses. "I hate you for everything you think you know. For what you think is real. F-for your love, and your compassion, and your, your, my." The imposter staggers back, sword vanishing. "I'm such a fool." She mutters. "Such a goddamned fool."
 
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A/N: And now something lighthearted as a counter. Just for kicks.

It was like something out of a dream. Right now, Sayaka Miki was staring down the alleyway, her blade out and outfit ready. She clenched her teeth and gripped her sword as dust and paper blew past her, and at the other end was her foe.

It looked just like her...only different. Her hair was messier, and her eyes had terrible bags underneath them. She still looked just like she did; somewhat stocky, a bit built, definitely athletic, but her stance was stronger; more experienced. "Ya know, you don't need to fight me."

Sayaka growled. "Impostor..."

"Not really." The other one said. "If I were really an impostor, I'd be a lot more fucking clumsy."

"Don't say that." Sayaka spat. "Madoka doesn't like it when we-!"

"Actually, she doesn't like being mollycoddled." Sayaka snapped a finger towards her. "At least, mine doesn't."

"Y-yours?!" Sayaka sputtered. "There's another one?!"

"Yeah." This time a new voice appeared, and with that, Sayaka started to sputter. "There's another you, another me, another Meduka...just not another Homura." A different Kyouko landed right next to the impostor.

"Hey!" The impostor lit up. "What took yah?"

"Shit happened." Kyouko said.

"Y-you're-!" If one slowed down footage of Sayaka at this moment, they could see steam rising from her ears. "F-friends w-with!"

'Let's break her brain.' Kyouko snickered.

'Oh?' Sayaka smiled thinly. 'Alrighty, Koko.' "Welcome back." The impostor said, before she pulled Kyouko's face to hers.

And with that, Sayaka Miki experienced what most people would have called an "aneurysm".
 
Shitty characterization and dialogue follow as I botch the idea Moid and Loops finished snippets for before I did. Sorry for ruining the string of good writing with this, but I already had a chunk written by the time they were done. Any good ideas you see are probably inadvertently plagiarized. Thanks for the help, Firn.

"Hey! You!" one Sayaka called to another. A white cape fluttered behind her as she stormed into the alleyway, her hairpin glittering as it caught the last ray of sunlight. Standing straight, she glared at the other girl. She'd stopped walking as well, but made no move to turn around. Sayaka gripped her cutlass hilt a little tighter, then spoke again.

"Octa...whatever. Listen up."

Octavia stood still, slumped and head lowered. She didn't turn, or move, or seem to notice the new arrival at all now that she'd stopped walking. Her ragged hair was falling into her eyes , knotted and stained until it seemed to be a few shades darker. She was out of costume, with what might have once been a school uniform in almost as poor shape as her hair.

"What do you want...Sayaka?" Octavia eventually replied, voice level and oddly quiet. As always, she sounded tired,with that strange note of disgust Sayaka swore was there whenever she talked to her. Sayaka bristled automatically.

"What are you doing here? There aren't any Witches nearby. Or familiars." Sayaka's look of suspicion grew deeper, then she shook her head. "Y-you're up to something." Her voice wavered slightly, but she kept going, confidence returning as she kept speaking. "And Mami was onto you. That's why...That's why you weren't here. Why you let her die."

There was a splash as Sayaka took a step forward into a puddle, mud splattering onto her boots and legs. The other didn't reply.

"You and that creepy transfer student. You're working with that Kyouko girl, too, aren't you? She's just as bad as you are."

Octavia looked up. She half-turned, her voice low and angry.

"Shut up. Just shut up."

Sayaka forced a smirk, the expression twisting into a grimace.

"That's right. Mami told us about her, after you left. That's why you left, isn't it? I know what you are. You and that girl...Just stay the hell away from us. I won't let girls like you do-"

"Do what? Save Kyouko? Kill witches? I don't even know what I'm supposed to be doing anymore. The last loop...I don't...You don't know anything." Octavia trailed off, staring at the wall again.

Sayaka's confusion quickly morphed into anger.

"Save Kyouko? If you'd been here, you could have...could have helped Mami! You could have! You let her di-urk!"

Sayaka staggered back, dropping to her knees as she gasped for breath. Octavia had slammed her sword hilt into her throat, her costume appearing on her in a flicker of blue light. Gray and blue fabric was quickly followed by a tattered blue cape. Spots danced in her vision as Octavia's reflection grew in the puddle, rippling and warping with her approaching footsteps.

"I can't find her." Octavia hissed, voice frantic and almost pleading. "I looked and looked but I can't find her. She wasn't here. I thought she'd be here." Her tone shifted, becoming manic. "Don't you get it? If I can't even save her...What good am I to anyone? What good are you?"

Sayaka recovered enough to look up, and found herself staring at the other girl's gem. It was a deep blue, the same as her own. Black veins of grief covered its entire surface, and it seemed to bubble as she watched.

Desperate, Sayaka tried to reply to Octavia's insanity, but she couldn't get the words out and she wasn't listening. She tried to move, but Octavia was already on top of her. She started to raise her sword arm, but Octavia was faster. The blade came down in a flash of light.
 
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