The Phoenixian
The Glacier Witch
- Location
- My own little world
Puella Magi Adfligo Systema
- Thread starter Firnagzen
- Start date
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- Tags
- puella magi adfligo systema puella magi madoka magica be gay do crimes (gay) female protagonist bad decisions dating mami tomoe (tomoe mami) diabolical laughter friendship is the best ship handholding identity crises microwaving tea gets you put in the bad place names are important the body is the fursona of the soul this is not the baked goods thread we don't talk about rionna what could possibly go wrong? who in the world is azure sanfrancisco?
Aranfan
Team Plasma Grunt
Thank you. This is good.
I for one, don't think Sabrina would develop a crush on samus. She'd just fangirl.
AuraTwilight
The Sorcerer of Smiles
- Location
- The Silver City
Excuse me, but we're assuming she'd never heard of Mami so
>Blonde
>Badass
>STRONK
>Guns on top of guns forever into the guns dimension
>a good girl
>hero
>will blow your shit up if you cross her
That's all of Sabrina's things.
>Blonde
>Badass
>STRONK
>Guns on top of guns forever into the guns dimension
>a good girl
>hero
>will blow your shit up if you cross her
That's all of Sabrina's things.
AuraTwilight
The Sorcerer of Smiles
- Location
- The Silver City
Look Aranfan the dating pool for Sabrina in the Metroid universe is kinda slim, okay? The only other hot blonde lady is a homicidal robot that telepathically kills everyone and, more unforgivably, is from Other M.
- Location
- The Surface Of A Hostile Planet
Why's there got to be dating? Forcing romance is shitty writing.
Sovereign Hunt
A Concentric Circle
- Location
- Bereft of Name
Huh, Magia Record, that a new thing?
*goes to read up on Magia Record*
*sees Doppels*
*notices it has been around for over a year*
WHAT THE FUCK?
How did I miss this!?
- Location
- London, 1935. August.
- Pronouns
- She/Her
Possibly because I'm not entirely sure it's released outside Japan? I know I've seen and heard of translations, but I can't for the life of me find an English version. The info I can find kind of suggests it should exist, but it's not on the app store when I try and find it, and I haven't found other links as to where to get a non-Japanese version.
That said, I haven't put too much research into it, so I'm kind of hoping I'm totally wrong and someone comes in and corrects me.
AuraTwilight
The Sorcerer of Smiles
- Location
- The Silver City
Well, personally? Because the "Samus single mother" jokes annoy me almost as much as "Headless Mami."
Japan-only cellphone game. It's a pretty big deal.
Madou Sutegobana
Autocorrupt has been disabled.
- Location
- Twin Realms Mandala
I don't believe being blonde is a necessity for being a romantic interest of Sabrina's. After all, we like Sayaka too.
On the Magia Record app, honestly it looks like one of those promotionals that just shows pre-animated cutscenes and opening sequences made to resemble gameplay footage so the buyers won't notice the lesser quality game graphics until later.
On the Magia Record app, honestly it looks like one of those promotionals that just shows pre-animated cutscenes and opening sequences made to resemble gameplay footage so the buyers won't notice the lesser quality game graphics until later.
AuraTwilight
The Sorcerer of Smiles
- Location
- The Silver City
.... Uhh. For the medium, the graphics of Magireco are consistently very nice.
- Location
- USA
"Stahp having fun you guyse!" / "You're having fun Wrong"
>_> All fiction romance is "forced" because whoever writers it (and that includes voters deciding what will be written) has total control over the world and characters and reactions. Its only slightly moreso in fanfiction because you can try to make claims of whether it fits past events.... but it doesn't usually sound like the argument is "thats unrealistic / its not plausible enough and lacks versimilitude" when people complain about "Forcing" romance in quests and other fiction. Usually it ends up being that the bow-toting-stork is just supposed to drop the romance out of nowhere and somehow surprise even the author (and sure, some writers talk like thats how their writing happens, but not all and certainly not all "good" ones) , or that specific to Quests somehow the fact that every other action or plot-development (depending on quest) is controlled and planned by players, but this one area is left entirely to the QM with little explanation given.
- Location
- USA, Midworld world line
@Racoras - Isn't the motive for "Romance coming out of nowhere" just
a consequence of how our cultures explain partnering (or decide to not explain?)
Love, in the same category as Laws and Sausages. Don't pay too much attention to how they are made.
Oooor, I could try to bring the mood up, instead?
####### OMAKE ######## OMAKE #####
Akemi of the State
Gotaro mused at his life, as the monorail tram towed him and benches of other afternoon travelers, from one side of the bay metropolis to the other. "I'm getting so busy at work now, the boss forbade me from skipping my yearly checkup today. It's just crazy. Every week, more things happen, more deals come through. Not being at my desk means some commission is going to miss me, right? But he said to take care of myself first. I can go for another 70 hour week as long as I'm healthy."
The filigreed marine clouds high above Mitakihara were sandwiched in orderly gaps between the narrow mirrored stalks of the downtown district. As the scene moved by, most of the crowd pecked away at phones, or other screens. He thought "As it is, maybe things will finally move forward with my girlfriend. She wanted us to think about buying our own place..." The windows revealed, by turns, lower buildings. One could see over, and past them to the encircling hills. "Looking in the news, that's going to get easier." One obvious feature out there was a half mile terrace on the upper portion of one prominence. Teensy yellow industrial vehicles clambered over the raw earth. After that supercell typhoon last month, the mudslides had revealed a promising spot for new residential development. Somehow, the politics got done. No one was sure why that happened in only a few weeks, but once construction began, who cared?
His stop would be right after the hospital, as most medical offices were just a bit farther out. Rents had been up a bit, indeed! The tram did its normal, spot-on stop at the hospital station. Gotaro noted his sleeve, as his hand grasped the strap above him. His work suit certainly was upgraded from last year when he went out to the doctor. That sort of spending wasn't so hard for him lately. His eyes then scanned the crosswalk below the station, watching the various people. Mitakihara itself was on a roll, too. New recycling plant. Starting a second reservoir project inland. Two international schools - two! had just been chartered. Another bridge. A celebrity boom in the media. Automated taxis. A sizable downtown drama theater. Big names were buying up lots in Kasamino and manufacturing again. The soccer / music venue dome is underway. Before he was born, it was another big port town. Six years ago, it was just a great skyline, good schools and some amazing urban parkland that added to the economic appeal of the city. "How did some kind of spell get cast over the whole place..."
It was getting towards evening soon, the sun a bit low. The crosswalk now contained a bevy of colorful middle school girls in uniform leaving the hospital in confident, high spirits with the quick gestures and bold movements of the conversation they were in. That was a normal part of the daily cycle which had little to do with him, now that he was accepted the office. Early supper at his department break room was more like it. Two students stood out from the horseplay, even from a block away. Young ladies with grace older women might wish to achieve, someday. What made someone special like that, anyway? Chimes sounded. The intercom rang up with the stop announcement in moments. Gotaro went about checking his messages, knowing he would get to be walking in just a minute. The doors closed, and the motors sent a musical humm into the floor and seat.
Homura parted from the four friends she had accompanied to visitation at the general hospital. They were getting almost as much from it as the patient, by now. That would have to be the best way to think about it. Or, Madoka felt that it was good. That left Homura sure everyone benefited.
"See you later!" rang out from Sayaka, in a fond tone Homura was still getting used to. She was able not to show that gap to them, and it was a skill she still needed gravely. There were things that girls couldn't appreciate in youth. Things that needed looking after. Miles to go, before she slept.
In barely more than seconds, Homura's ace judgment pathed her into an architectural blind spot with no observers. Her transformation and first wall kick got her above pedestrian observation, and then she transitioned into stealthy loping travel that seemed to mix Parkour with roofhopping, forcing herself low into the roofline by mixing in an air step on a few alleys. It was a style Homura had just recently assembled, refined from her new anomalous friend. Sabrina had changed everything in just a few weeks, though those weeks created a stress that made it feel like this loop was as long as all the others put together. There was never enough time, the most disconcerting feeling for a girl with her power. But Sabrina had changed that, too.
As the passing air lofted her night-smooth long hair in sinuous and supernaturally photogenic motion, her collar was ruffled too. Around her neck a fine chain was clasped, and the single jeweled charm was briefly lifted into view, a tiny square tile in silver with a glint of red upon it. Her progress was rapid, so by design the end of her supply of convenient high rise buildings was nigh. Her most frequent transition point was right there, and she easily entered a four story gap between office buildings, where there just happened to be utility sections of each floor plan back-to-back. No windows. Her magic let her drag against the walls alternately, juking across the lane all the way down to the tidy little walkway between lots. Her momentum had been canceled, and the sensible black shoes connected lightly to the paved earth. Unlike less experienced girls, she didn't leave impact marks. Just like that, she exited the alley to no particular notice. In less than a minute she was using her pass on board a municipal bus.
Her stop was in suburban Mitakihara, not far at all from the Kaname residence. That gave her the motive to avoid using any visible magic nearby, regardless of her skill in concealing it. Getting her hopes up wouldn't be fair, despite the success she was living through. Sayaka, still alive. Mami, healthy and happy. Walpurgisnacht and her brood, easily crushed. Was there any way to explain how much fear this caused? Homura couldn't imagine what might suddenly lash out and break Madoka, but unfortunately she had abundant religious faith in the negative fate that had repeated for her last nine years. It made her want to do... something. She needed to be ready. Homura wanted to have enough control to fight back. She just had no idea what it was she needed to defeat.
The mild-mannered mansion she had purchased was in the middle of the left side as she walked up the street. The sleepy family neighborhood featured lots with yards, mostly walled and fenced. Light poles were the only civic architecture aside from the narrow lane and sidewalks. Her two-story 4DKL was a fit with the neighbor's western style homes. Honura had not altered the tan exterior and brown roofing, nor the minimal trim. A number plate at the outer solid panel gate in her fence, no name. Mami had advised her, so now there were a few garden plants flowering in pots next to the door. She had also placed small containers inside the window, so passers-by could notice how ordinary the unseen neighbors must be. A few doors away from her place, Homura boldly opened someone else's gate, and stepped over the threshold at walking speed.
If it seemed like she owned the place, that would be because once she transformed, and stopped time, it might well have been the case. Once again, no one was in the yard to witness her magic. This resident was convenient like that. Since the time she needed to trespass before using her magic was measured in seconds, this was the best way not to be tracked entering her own place. The unlikely witnesses nearby would only ever see her enter this other house. Now that she was in timestop, Homrua finished walking to and entering her building. She rotated her shield back, restoring color and sound to the world. Of course, this wasn't a home, like her apartment was. Firstly, it was saturated in the magic of a stranger, Tsuruya Yuki. That girl had contracted to enchant her building affinity magic throughout the property, forming it into a bunker, a teleport point, and an extension of Yuki herself.
At the entry step, Homura traded out her shoes for slippers, while calling out without facing anywhere "Yuki, I'm home." The place looked fresh, and ready to show to a new buyer. Minor furniture was spaced about, like the umbrella rack next to her. Major pieces were few, but not lacking. The couch in the living room was behind a low table, the television was droning, towels and pots could be seen on the kitchen counter. A calendar hung on the wall at the base of the stairs. Obviously, none of this was used on a daily basis. The girl in her crisp grey uniform had her interests in a portion of the house not included in the enchantment, the only exception, made for her use.
Miss Tsuruya's voice came out of anywhere at once, clear and commercial as always. "Nothing has disturbed it since you left, Miss Akemi. Have a good night!" This was another routine by now, a start to the other part of her workday. The wall just to the left had a small closet door, originally storage for the dining room and a filler for the stairs. Ever since Sabrina had demonstrated the basic rules of how magical storage operated using a rotation in some version of a fourth dimension, Homura had realized that her hammerspace was really not living up to her full potential.
With the turn of the knob, Homura sung the door through an arc in another dimension. Instead of a closet, there was a tunnel of sorts behind the door. It went back for about 40 feet, corrugated metal everywhere except the floor, decked in planks. A few conduits and a duct ran along the wall, high up on the right. Six caged lamp fixtures were below them, filling the container with a basic industrial glow. At the end, another similar primer-colored corridor met this one in a tee. Small single stacks of cardboard boxes huged the left side, printed in various retail heraldry. They were instant foods, canned teas, basic supplies. The sounds of typing, walking and chairs could be heard in the distance. As Homura took the very short right spur, she brushed aside a hanging tarp which functioned as a curtain. Beyond , cots were on both sides on the container, until the table at the far end. The table and far wall had become a very rude gunsmith workshop, with a series of completed weapons hung overhead. The nearer cots had seven occupants. Each girl under a thin sheet was Homura. And each small pillow bore circles scratched seemingly in black ink, but the concentric lines and writing slowly moved over the surface of the fabric. This custom sleep charm was resting her clones many times faster than humanly possible. She reached down, and dispelled one clone. Her metabolism and awareness trended up as the buffed clone existence rejoined her.
Touching Sayaka's cloning charm on her necklace, Homura formed another clone. This 'her' went down the line, waking the others for shift change. Original Homura turned away to go to the rest of the compound as they brought out a mug of tooth brushes and a few washcloths to file into the house and get the day started. Plumbing was much easier in three dimensions, and the motive to further contain the Workshop just wasn't that significant. Homura preceded the the clones and went through the other curtain, into the active area. It was two containers, awkwardly joined in the middle axis of the one she was proceeding down. The ceiling hung lower with the trays and bundles of overhead wiring. There were server racks in a few places, breaking up the linear groups of workstations. This series of chambers was bright, rather much due to the continuous covering of monitors. Each chair and thin console faced eight or more displays. Twelve times over, Homura's clones poured over images from every imaginable viewpoint. Simple paper banners labeled most desks as "Mitakihara." The others had various locales, "Tokyo," "Asunaro," "Fukushima," "International." Her clone not busy at a workstation came over, and handed her a slender purse. Homura already knew that the contents were real camera optics, enchanted to send a feed to her workshop using magic and a few proxies. Expanding the network was always a priority. There was no conversation, because every clone was really a splinter of her own attention. So she knew exactly that that one was skimming along Madoka's path home, while also checking vehicular activity at the crosswalks. This one was sifting through delivery data in the KuroNekoYamato group, to flag questionable individuals for further attention. Each known magical girl was being tracked visually, with pattern extraction running just behind real time. Those two were working on a crowd movement algorithm meant to discern witches using the predation on humans as an indicator.
A few workstations were still being assembled, notably "Traffic Control" and "PIN card monitor." Those required many more hours of hacking to get right, and she was hoping to complete them. Soon, her capacity to stabilize the city would be almost adequate. Beating down witches was a solved problem. But once Sabrina led them to victory against Walpurgisnacht, Homura later awoke to the realization that many other non-magical dangers existed too. The power she wished for was no longer the power Homura needed. It would be fine. She steadied herself, and took a deep breath. Her friends were forming a truly outstanding force of Magical Girls from the downtrodden immigrants Sabrina had called out to. Homura knew she only had to cover all the little problems that a city itself might inflict upon Madoka to finally fix it all. She opened up the server next to her, and touched the Signal Adapter enchantment within. Adding a bit of magic made it active, using the mundane antenna gear on the other end of the cloud in ways that bypassed common sense. She could try creating more filter routines during her time tonight. Just as 'Miss Pixels' had promised, Homura had a database view combining thousands of active smartphones. Clicking on one at random, her options window had all the standard functions ready. The camera view was almost black, with a faint grid texture. That usually meant it was in a pocket. She turned on the microphone, and could hear walking noise. She zoomed out, and a nearby store security camera view was before her, a poorly lit ghost on the other side of the window. The system helpfully tagged the image of this walking man in his windbreaker, pointing to him using his cell number. In a moment, that turned into a name, then with an address under it. Many simple commands flew across the screen, shifting focus away from this person, and into the complete "Traffic Analysis" function. Centering on the street three corners away from herself, just about on Madoka's house, Homura tried out her 24 hour regression code, resulting in wireframe lines leading from many places, passing down her street, and back out into the city. She began to attempt correlation with known criminal hangouts and crime scenes. All the lines dropped away, seeming to indicate no hostile vehicles lately.
"At some point," Homura idly wondered, "how will I automate all of this?" She handed herself a coffee, and kept working.
a consequence of how our cultures explain partnering (or decide to not explain?)
Love, in the same category as Laws and Sausages. Don't pay too much attention to how they are made.
Oooor, I could try to bring the mood up, instead?
####### OMAKE ######## OMAKE #####
Akemi of the State
Gotaro mused at his life, as the monorail tram towed him and benches of other afternoon travelers, from one side of the bay metropolis to the other. "I'm getting so busy at work now, the boss forbade me from skipping my yearly checkup today. It's just crazy. Every week, more things happen, more deals come through. Not being at my desk means some commission is going to miss me, right? But he said to take care of myself first. I can go for another 70 hour week as long as I'm healthy."
The filigreed marine clouds high above Mitakihara were sandwiched in orderly gaps between the narrow mirrored stalks of the downtown district. As the scene moved by, most of the crowd pecked away at phones, or other screens. He thought "As it is, maybe things will finally move forward with my girlfriend. She wanted us to think about buying our own place..." The windows revealed, by turns, lower buildings. One could see over, and past them to the encircling hills. "Looking in the news, that's going to get easier." One obvious feature out there was a half mile terrace on the upper portion of one prominence. Teensy yellow industrial vehicles clambered over the raw earth. After that supercell typhoon last month, the mudslides had revealed a promising spot for new residential development. Somehow, the politics got done. No one was sure why that happened in only a few weeks, but once construction began, who cared?
His stop would be right after the hospital, as most medical offices were just a bit farther out. Rents had been up a bit, indeed! The tram did its normal, spot-on stop at the hospital station. Gotaro noted his sleeve, as his hand grasped the strap above him. His work suit certainly was upgraded from last year when he went out to the doctor. That sort of spending wasn't so hard for him lately. His eyes then scanned the crosswalk below the station, watching the various people. Mitakihara itself was on a roll, too. New recycling plant. Starting a second reservoir project inland. Two international schools - two! had just been chartered. Another bridge. A celebrity boom in the media. Automated taxis. A sizable downtown drama theater. Big names were buying up lots in Kasamino and manufacturing again. The soccer / music venue dome is underway. Before he was born, it was another big port town. Six years ago, it was just a great skyline, good schools and some amazing urban parkland that added to the economic appeal of the city. "How did some kind of spell get cast over the whole place..."
It was getting towards evening soon, the sun a bit low. The crosswalk now contained a bevy of colorful middle school girls in uniform leaving the hospital in confident, high spirits with the quick gestures and bold movements of the conversation they were in. That was a normal part of the daily cycle which had little to do with him, now that he was accepted the office. Early supper at his department break room was more like it. Two students stood out from the horseplay, even from a block away. Young ladies with grace older women might wish to achieve, someday. What made someone special like that, anyway? Chimes sounded. The intercom rang up with the stop announcement in moments. Gotaro went about checking his messages, knowing he would get to be walking in just a minute. The doors closed, and the motors sent a musical humm into the floor and seat.
Homura parted from the four friends she had accompanied to visitation at the general hospital. They were getting almost as much from it as the patient, by now. That would have to be the best way to think about it. Or, Madoka felt that it was good. That left Homura sure everyone benefited.
"See you later!" rang out from Sayaka, in a fond tone Homura was still getting used to. She was able not to show that gap to them, and it was a skill she still needed gravely. There were things that girls couldn't appreciate in youth. Things that needed looking after. Miles to go, before she slept.
In barely more than seconds, Homura's ace judgment pathed her into an architectural blind spot with no observers. Her transformation and first wall kick got her above pedestrian observation, and then she transitioned into stealthy loping travel that seemed to mix Parkour with roofhopping, forcing herself low into the roofline by mixing in an air step on a few alleys. It was a style Homura had just recently assembled, refined from her new anomalous friend. Sabrina had changed everything in just a few weeks, though those weeks created a stress that made it feel like this loop was as long as all the others put together. There was never enough time, the most disconcerting feeling for a girl with her power. But Sabrina had changed that, too.
As the passing air lofted her night-smooth long hair in sinuous and supernaturally photogenic motion, her collar was ruffled too. Around her neck a fine chain was clasped, and the single jeweled charm was briefly lifted into view, a tiny square tile in silver with a glint of red upon it. Her progress was rapid, so by design the end of her supply of convenient high rise buildings was nigh. Her most frequent transition point was right there, and she easily entered a four story gap between office buildings, where there just happened to be utility sections of each floor plan back-to-back. No windows. Her magic let her drag against the walls alternately, juking across the lane all the way down to the tidy little walkway between lots. Her momentum had been canceled, and the sensible black shoes connected lightly to the paved earth. Unlike less experienced girls, she didn't leave impact marks. Just like that, she exited the alley to no particular notice. In less than a minute she was using her pass on board a municipal bus.
Her stop was in suburban Mitakihara, not far at all from the Kaname residence. That gave her the motive to avoid using any visible magic nearby, regardless of her skill in concealing it. Getting her hopes up wouldn't be fair, despite the success she was living through. Sayaka, still alive. Mami, healthy and happy. Walpurgisnacht and her brood, easily crushed. Was there any way to explain how much fear this caused? Homura couldn't imagine what might suddenly lash out and break Madoka, but unfortunately she had abundant religious faith in the negative fate that had repeated for her last nine years. It made her want to do... something. She needed to be ready. Homura wanted to have enough control to fight back. She just had no idea what it was she needed to defeat.
The mild-mannered mansion she had purchased was in the middle of the left side as she walked up the street. The sleepy family neighborhood featured lots with yards, mostly walled and fenced. Light poles were the only civic architecture aside from the narrow lane and sidewalks. Her two-story 4DKL was a fit with the neighbor's western style homes. Honura had not altered the tan exterior and brown roofing, nor the minimal trim. A number plate at the outer solid panel gate in her fence, no name. Mami had advised her, so now there were a few garden plants flowering in pots next to the door. She had also placed small containers inside the window, so passers-by could notice how ordinary the unseen neighbors must be. A few doors away from her place, Homura boldly opened someone else's gate, and stepped over the threshold at walking speed.
If it seemed like she owned the place, that would be because once she transformed, and stopped time, it might well have been the case. Once again, no one was in the yard to witness her magic. This resident was convenient like that. Since the time she needed to trespass before using her magic was measured in seconds, this was the best way not to be tracked entering her own place. The unlikely witnesses nearby would only ever see her enter this other house. Now that she was in timestop, Homrua finished walking to and entering her building. She rotated her shield back, restoring color and sound to the world. Of course, this wasn't a home, like her apartment was. Firstly, it was saturated in the magic of a stranger, Tsuruya Yuki. That girl had contracted to enchant her building affinity magic throughout the property, forming it into a bunker, a teleport point, and an extension of Yuki herself.
At the entry step, Homura traded out her shoes for slippers, while calling out without facing anywhere "Yuki, I'm home." The place looked fresh, and ready to show to a new buyer. Minor furniture was spaced about, like the umbrella rack next to her. Major pieces were few, but not lacking. The couch in the living room was behind a low table, the television was droning, towels and pots could be seen on the kitchen counter. A calendar hung on the wall at the base of the stairs. Obviously, none of this was used on a daily basis. The girl in her crisp grey uniform had her interests in a portion of the house not included in the enchantment, the only exception, made for her use.
Miss Tsuruya's voice came out of anywhere at once, clear and commercial as always. "Nothing has disturbed it since you left, Miss Akemi. Have a good night!" This was another routine by now, a start to the other part of her workday. The wall just to the left had a small closet door, originally storage for the dining room and a filler for the stairs. Ever since Sabrina had demonstrated the basic rules of how magical storage operated using a rotation in some version of a fourth dimension, Homura had realized that her hammerspace was really not living up to her full potential.
With the turn of the knob, Homura sung the door through an arc in another dimension. Instead of a closet, there was a tunnel of sorts behind the door. It went back for about 40 feet, corrugated metal everywhere except the floor, decked in planks. A few conduits and a duct ran along the wall, high up on the right. Six caged lamp fixtures were below them, filling the container with a basic industrial glow. At the end, another similar primer-colored corridor met this one in a tee. Small single stacks of cardboard boxes huged the left side, printed in various retail heraldry. They were instant foods, canned teas, basic supplies. The sounds of typing, walking and chairs could be heard in the distance. As Homura took the very short right spur, she brushed aside a hanging tarp which functioned as a curtain. Beyond , cots were on both sides on the container, until the table at the far end. The table and far wall had become a very rude gunsmith workshop, with a series of completed weapons hung overhead. The nearer cots had seven occupants. Each girl under a thin sheet was Homura. And each small pillow bore circles scratched seemingly in black ink, but the concentric lines and writing slowly moved over the surface of the fabric. This custom sleep charm was resting her clones many times faster than humanly possible. She reached down, and dispelled one clone. Her metabolism and awareness trended up as the buffed clone existence rejoined her.
Touching Sayaka's cloning charm on her necklace, Homura formed another clone. This 'her' went down the line, waking the others for shift change. Original Homura turned away to go to the rest of the compound as they brought out a mug of tooth brushes and a few washcloths to file into the house and get the day started. Plumbing was much easier in three dimensions, and the motive to further contain the Workshop just wasn't that significant. Homura preceded the the clones and went through the other curtain, into the active area. It was two containers, awkwardly joined in the middle axis of the one she was proceeding down. The ceiling hung lower with the trays and bundles of overhead wiring. There were server racks in a few places, breaking up the linear groups of workstations. This series of chambers was bright, rather much due to the continuous covering of monitors. Each chair and thin console faced eight or more displays. Twelve times over, Homura's clones poured over images from every imaginable viewpoint. Simple paper banners labeled most desks as "Mitakihara." The others had various locales, "Tokyo," "Asunaro," "Fukushima," "International." Her clone not busy at a workstation came over, and handed her a slender purse. Homura already knew that the contents were real camera optics, enchanted to send a feed to her workshop using magic and a few proxies. Expanding the network was always a priority. There was no conversation, because every clone was really a splinter of her own attention. So she knew exactly that that one was skimming along Madoka's path home, while also checking vehicular activity at the crosswalks. This one was sifting through delivery data in the KuroNekoYamato group, to flag questionable individuals for further attention. Each known magical girl was being tracked visually, with pattern extraction running just behind real time. Those two were working on a crowd movement algorithm meant to discern witches using the predation on humans as an indicator.
A few workstations were still being assembled, notably "Traffic Control" and "PIN card monitor." Those required many more hours of hacking to get right, and she was hoping to complete them. Soon, her capacity to stabilize the city would be almost adequate. Beating down witches was a solved problem. But once Sabrina led them to victory against Walpurgisnacht, Homura later awoke to the realization that many other non-magical dangers existed too. The power she wished for was no longer the power Homura needed. It would be fine. She steadied herself, and took a deep breath. Her friends were forming a truly outstanding force of Magical Girls from the downtrodden immigrants Sabrina had called out to. Homura knew she only had to cover all the little problems that a city itself might inflict upon Madoka to finally fix it all. She opened up the server next to her, and touched the Signal Adapter enchantment within. Adding a bit of magic made it active, using the mundane antenna gear on the other end of the cloud in ways that bypassed common sense. She could try creating more filter routines during her time tonight. Just as 'Miss Pixels' had promised, Homura had a database view combining thousands of active smartphones. Clicking on one at random, her options window had all the standard functions ready. The camera view was almost black, with a faint grid texture. That usually meant it was in a pocket. She turned on the microphone, and could hear walking noise. She zoomed out, and a nearby store security camera view was before her, a poorly lit ghost on the other side of the window. The system helpfully tagged the image of this walking man in his windbreaker, pointing to him using his cell number. In a moment, that turned into a name, then with an address under it. Many simple commands flew across the screen, shifting focus away from this person, and into the complete "Traffic Analysis" function. Centering on the street three corners away from herself, just about on Madoka's house, Homura tried out her 24 hour regression code, resulting in wireframe lines leading from many places, passing down her street, and back out into the city. She began to attempt correlation with known criminal hangouts and crime scenes. All the lines dropped away, seeming to indicate no hostile vehicles lately.
"At some point," Homura idly wondered, "how will I automate all of this?" She handed herself a coffee, and kept working.
rkyeun
Cabbitus Maximus
- Location
- ◕ ‿‿ ◕
Where does justice end and revenge begin? You want to give her to the cops? We don't have a magical court system. It's not typically the aggrieved party who decides guilt and sentencing, Sayaka. We operate on a different reality from most people, whether that be right or wrong. And maybe in time we can fix that, but for right now we're all active combatants in a war on witches - witches who are out killing people. Even Oriko, because having a precog around to warn us when Walpugisnaucht starts dropping buildings on us (glance to Homura) so we don't get crushed and can save the city might save a few lives on balance. So if you want to be a murderer, you can kill her and claim your justice. Otherwise, you have to be willing to say when enough is enough and let her actually start making up for it. Nobody's saying to forget it. You don't even have to forgive it. But we're simultaneously treating her too nice and too poorly in different ways because we don't know what we're doing here, and making it up as we go isn't justice!
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Raiseth
I Find Your Lack of Memes Disturbing
- Location
- Russia
Homu asked us this, once before.
Hmm.
[Q] Meduka wants her to halp us with Brazilian Night and Caw Caw Feathers.
This was valid before, this is valid now.
Also, have you noticed how many Gendo!Mamis there are on the first two hundred pages? A lot.
No wonder Sabrina has fallen for her.
Or maybe it's because Sabrina has fallen for her and just didn't realize it?
Ah, shadowruns. I missed you.
- Location
- Potato land
On a completely different note, do we have any long term plans for dealing with Feathers? That seems like one of the biggest external challenges in the quest, in large part because of how mired it is in unknown unknowns, with normal risk assessment being all but impossible. Still, it's inevitable that we'll have to confront it, so maybe it's better to take the plunge and do so proactively?
The Phoenixian
The Glacier Witch
- Location
- My own little world
Personally, I'm hoping to see if we can make a grief-psychometer to see if we can learn it's history.
Raiseth
I Find Your Lack of Memes Disturbing
- Location
- Russia
It's a good idea, but the problem is, we don't even know who or what Feathers is. We have some theories
"waves his hands around"
Somewhere. Our current step in that direction is Sciencing the shit out of the Feather we've got.
Edit:ninja'd.
blast flame
How far will we go if it means lighting the way?
- Location
- Perth, Australia
- Pronouns
- They/Them
Having plans would require knowing what it is and what it can do. We lack these prerequisites.
- Location
- Not the asylum anymore
- Pronouns
- She/Her
Wasn't there a theory that Feathers is a disassociated, Karma-empowered Homulily?
To the White Forest pt. 16
You stare back at Homura for a heartbeat. The silence of the timestop yawns open. It's... simple, isn't it? You know you want to save Oriko because you want to save all magical girls. Because everything can be fixed. Because magical girls are rarely bad people, just girls with awful choices and difficult situations forced on them. Oriko isn't an exception.
And yet, you're assailed by doubts almost immediately. What if Homura doesn't accept it? What if it's not good enough for her? What if she decides your purposes don't align?
But-
"Because I believe that I was given the knowledge I woke up with for a reason," you say, opening your hands. The honest answer. "So that I could fix things. So that I could help people. That whoever -or whatever- was behind it wanted me to have empathy for everyone I knew about, including, yes, Oriko. But. But."
You raise a finger to emphasize your point, straightening a little despite Mami's arm tightening a little around you, protective and possessive all at once. You hold Homura's gaze, resolute and firm.
"What I know doesn't change or excuse what she's done in the past," you say. In any past, and you hope Homura gets it. "And if I thought she'd even try to do anything like that again, that I'd help to stop her."
Clear blue eyes against hard amethyst. Homura doesn't relent, staring unblinkingly at you as if trying to see into your soul. Wasted effort there, really. Wrong direction entirely, since your soul's on your finger.
"I don't... no. She's not a good person, right now," you say, and you address that at Sayaka as much as Homura. I know her background, and some of it is why she does the things she does. I know she was a nice person before, and then reality decided to dump on her. And maybe, if her power stopped trying to lead her into suicide, she could be that person again. But that's a maybe."
"And besides," you say, offering a wry grin. "You and Mami and Sayaka, Madoka and Hitomi... you are my friends. You're the ones who took me in, who trusted me, who let me into your circle. I'm not going to let anyone do anything to my friends if it's in my power to prevent - and I have a lot of it. I'm... kind, not stupid."
Sayaka snorts, unable to hide her amusement.
You point a finger at her without looking, still holding Homura's gaze with your own. "And... look. I have my knowledge, and it hasn't failed me yet, but when we first hunted her down, I questioned her. Homura was there, and... I threatened Oriko," you say, dry swallowing. "I... no. I threatened her girlfriend, with... with a fate worse than death."
"I'm sorry, Sabrina," Mami whispers, fumbling for your hand, squeezing it tightly between both of yours.
Homura blinks slowly.
"I have my knowledge," you say, fighting back bile at the memory. "And I have what Oriko said, under threat of that. I trust it, where it lines up."
"I suppose I shouldn't ask, huh," Sayaka says. There's something odd in her tone.
You don't blame her.
"You shouldn't," you say with a convulsive jerk of your head. "And to answer your earlier question, Sayaka? It ties into different, deeply personal things for Homura. I'm not saying not to ask about that, or that you, Homura, need to answer. I'm just saying it's connected to a lot of heavy, personal things. It's a big question, and Homura has the right not to answer."
Something seems to ease out of Homura's posture, and she relaxes ever so slightly, that gunsight stare dropping from yours.
"Right, right," Sayaka says, flapping her hand at you. "You're a weirdo with weird opinions, but you're our weirdo, got it. And Homura's weird too. Won't ask."
You sigh, easing back into Mami's gaze. "So... I don't know. Homura, Sayaka? Are we good?"
"Yeah..." Sayaka says, burying both hands in her mop of blue hair. "We're good. I just... I'm not happy about it. I get why you want to give 'em a bit of freedom I guess, but I want to- I don't know, just-"
She breaks off with an inarticulate noise, flopping back on the sofa. The void silence of Homura's timestop stretches out for a moment before Sayaka straightens a little.
"And I'm kind of weirded out by you threatening someone with a 'fate worse than death'," she mutters with her fringe over her eyes. "Like, you? Kinda morbidly curious about what that is, too."
"I get that. On both counts, and it's something I'm... not really proud of," you say, sighing and looking away. Mami hugs you, warm and solid and reassuring. "And, well... That's why I want to discuss this with you before doing anything. I... Homura?"
"I..." a complicated expression flickers across Homura's face. "I agree with Sayaka."
Well, if you ever needed evidence for the hand of Madokami at work...
You beam at Homura, leaning against Mami.
"You know what she's capable of." Homura looks back at you, hunched with narrowed eyes.
"Sabrina isn't simply suggesting that Miss Mikuni and Miss Kure be allowed to go free," Mami says. "We've been thinking about ways we can keep track of them."
You take Mami's hand, squeezing gently as you sober. Thank you, Mami.
"Yeah. If anything, we could arguably tighten security with this," you say. "Not just with magic, though we can do that too. The issue there is that Kirika has antimagic, and I'm pretty sure that... well, you know those prisoner tracker things? You can buy them online, I think."
"As it is, the only way we know that they abide by their house arrest is by checking physically," Mami adds. "Adding some form of remote tracking ensures that we can check without travelling there, at least, and while magical measures could be disabled by Miss Kure, knowing that they have been disabled in and of itself would be sufficient cause to take action."
You sigh, rubbing your forehead as you watch Homura, seeing how she's taking it. Her hands are locked on her lap, rigid and tense, but... less so than earlier. That terrifyingly blank look is gone, leaving her simply tired.
"Yeah, so... that's one thing," you say. "It... there are means available for us to get the tracking done, sure. I can tell you guys about my ideas, and I'd be more than willing to take suggestions, but it's a sideshow when it boils down to this: what are you willing to accept?"
Sayaka makes a faintly disgruntled noise, sitting up and combing her hair back into place. Her anger seems to have abated, mercurial here-and-gone again.
"I still dunno why you wanna do this for her," she mutters. "I... I mean I get why, but I don't get why, if you get what I mean? You've got a thing about helping people, she has a tragic backstory and everything, sure, I buy that. But why this? What's so bad that you want to get her out now? And you knew Homura and I wouldn't be happy about it, too."
"Yeah, I knew it was going to be a tough sell," you say, leaning back with another sigh. "And... yeah, fair enough. I need to go into that, too."
You let yourself tip back onto the sofa, Mami closing her arms around you. You draw strength from the touch, from Mami's simple, unwavering belief in you.
"Right," you say. "I... Right. So. This is a lesser known thing about magical girls, but... we can reject our Wishes. I don't know enough about it, but I know it's something that can happen. You wind up losing the majority of your magic, the, the thematic parts of it. You'd still have your transformation, strength, speed, enchantment, that kind of thing, but your Wish power is gone."
"Eugh," Sayaka says. "So, like... if I rejected the idea of wanting to help, I'd lose my power copying?"
"I've heard about things like that happening," Mami agrees softly.
"Yeah, along those lines," you say, giving Mami a quick, grateful smile. You can't help but notice the way Homura tenses, hand going to her shield. "And the thing is... Oriko did reject her magic. She's not a seer any more. Fundamentally, she made her Wish because she felt her life was out of control, and she... wanted control. She's given that up."
"She could be lying," Homura murmurs.
"I can see her Soul Gem," you say. "And we've got Riona Mag Aoidh coming in soon, too - she can confirm it for us. And... OK, so. Backing it up a bit, our Wishes are all... expressions of our deepest desires, right?"
Mami's the first to nod, her arms tightening around you. Homura's nod is shallow, and all but imperceptible, but it's there. Sayaka makes a face.
"Yeah?" Sayaka says.
"Kirika Wished to be useful to Oriko. And for that, it gave her antimagic." You shake your head, grimacing. "It's circumstantial, but... magic is... I dunno. It's intricate, if that makes any sense. Sure, it means Kirika's ridiculously good at fighting magical girls who might come after her. But it also suggests that Oriko's problem is her magic. She trusted it blindly, and that was the problem. That's what led her to do the things she did."
"And Miss Mikuni has rejected that," Mami says.
"I... dunno if I buy it," Sayaka says, nose wrinkled. "Kind of a stretch."
"That's fair," you say. "Just... a few more bits to add to the pile. Sayaka, I'm sure you remember that time you were Witch-kissed. One of the reasons we found you so quickly was because of a tip from Oriko. Granted, that may have been some manipulative plan on her part, but still. And one more thing is..."
Oriko says she was trying to save Sayaka by burning her house down. She was trying to set you on the path to win. But the thing is, that's what Oriko said, and that doesn't hold much weight with Sayaka - and probably positive buoyancy with Homura.
"... the house arrest is unhealthy, and problematic for Oriko," you say, dropping that thought and moving to another. "It would be a comfortable and luxurious house for anyone else, but for Oriko, it's a place of deep trauma. It's where her illusions of her father were stripped away, and where she found his corpse. I... just don't want to leave her there, if there's anything you can accept."
"How 'bout just moving her to a new place?" Sayaka asks, raising an eyebrow. "She's filthy rich anyway, isn't she? She can afford a new place."
"Yeah, that's absolutely something," you agree. "If they agree, anyway, though I expect that they will."
"You mentioned tracking," Homura murmurs.
"That too," you agree. "Again... as it is, the only way we have to verify that they're abiding by the house arrest is by checking. At least with a remote tracker we can, well, track them remotely even if they're not locked up in one location."
"I don't trust them," Homura says, gaze flicking to you.
"If we had a guard on them when they left?" you suggest. "I mean... prisoners get yard time, right?"
"Yeah, and who has the time to do that?" Sayaka asks, raising an eyebrow. "We have school, and you're always running off to do something or another, aren't you?"
"I don't suppose you'd be interested in sending a clone?" you ask, with a weak grin.
"No," Sayaka says, scowling. "I'm not spending my time on them."
You exhale slowly. Can you really blame Sayaka for not wanting to spend time on and with the people who burned her house down? Not... really, you don't think.
"I don't suppose you have any ideas?" you ask. "Anything you'd be willing to accept?"
Sayaka shrugs, making another face. "Bodycam? Someone's got to review the footage, though. Plus, privacy and stuff. I don't really have any ideas there."
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And yet, you're assailed by doubts almost immediately. What if Homura doesn't accept it? What if it's not good enough for her? What if she decides your purposes don't align?
But-
"Because I believe that I was given the knowledge I woke up with for a reason," you say, opening your hands. The honest answer. "So that I could fix things. So that I could help people. That whoever -or whatever- was behind it wanted me to have empathy for everyone I knew about, including, yes, Oriko. But. But."
You raise a finger to emphasize your point, straightening a little despite Mami's arm tightening a little around you, protective and possessive all at once. You hold Homura's gaze, resolute and firm.
"What I know doesn't change or excuse what she's done in the past," you say. In any past, and you hope Homura gets it. "And if I thought she'd even try to do anything like that again, that I'd help to stop her."
Clear blue eyes against hard amethyst. Homura doesn't relent, staring unblinkingly at you as if trying to see into your soul. Wasted effort there, really. Wrong direction entirely, since your soul's on your finger.
"I don't... no. She's not a good person, right now," you say, and you address that at Sayaka as much as Homura. I know her background, and some of it is why she does the things she does. I know she was a nice person before, and then reality decided to dump on her. And maybe, if her power stopped trying to lead her into suicide, she could be that person again. But that's a maybe."
"And besides," you say, offering a wry grin. "You and Mami and Sayaka, Madoka and Hitomi... you are my friends. You're the ones who took me in, who trusted me, who let me into your circle. I'm not going to let anyone do anything to my friends if it's in my power to prevent - and I have a lot of it. I'm... kind, not stupid."
Sayaka snorts, unable to hide her amusement.
You point a finger at her without looking, still holding Homura's gaze with your own. "And... look. I have my knowledge, and it hasn't failed me yet, but when we first hunted her down, I questioned her. Homura was there, and... I threatened Oriko," you say, dry swallowing. "I... no. I threatened her girlfriend, with... with a fate worse than death."
"I'm sorry, Sabrina," Mami whispers, fumbling for your hand, squeezing it tightly between both of yours.
Homura blinks slowly.
"I have my knowledge," you say, fighting back bile at the memory. "And I have what Oriko said, under threat of that. I trust it, where it lines up."
"I suppose I shouldn't ask, huh," Sayaka says. There's something odd in her tone.
You don't blame her.
"You shouldn't," you say with a convulsive jerk of your head. "And to answer your earlier question, Sayaka? It ties into different, deeply personal things for Homura. I'm not saying not to ask about that, or that you, Homura, need to answer. I'm just saying it's connected to a lot of heavy, personal things. It's a big question, and Homura has the right not to answer."
Something seems to ease out of Homura's posture, and she relaxes ever so slightly, that gunsight stare dropping from yours.
"Right, right," Sayaka says, flapping her hand at you. "You're a weirdo with weird opinions, but you're our weirdo, got it. And Homura's weird too. Won't ask."
You sigh, easing back into Mami's gaze. "So... I don't know. Homura, Sayaka? Are we good?"
"Yeah..." Sayaka says, burying both hands in her mop of blue hair. "We're good. I just... I'm not happy about it. I get why you want to give 'em a bit of freedom I guess, but I want to- I don't know, just-"
She breaks off with an inarticulate noise, flopping back on the sofa. The void silence of Homura's timestop stretches out for a moment before Sayaka straightens a little.
"And I'm kind of weirded out by you threatening someone with a 'fate worse than death'," she mutters with her fringe over her eyes. "Like, you? Kinda morbidly curious about what that is, too."
"I get that. On both counts, and it's something I'm... not really proud of," you say, sighing and looking away. Mami hugs you, warm and solid and reassuring. "And, well... That's why I want to discuss this with you before doing anything. I... Homura?"
"I..." a complicated expression flickers across Homura's face. "I agree with Sayaka."
Well, if you ever needed evidence for the hand of Madokami at work...
You beam at Homura, leaning against Mami.
"You know what she's capable of." Homura looks back at you, hunched with narrowed eyes.
"Sabrina isn't simply suggesting that Miss Mikuni and Miss Kure be allowed to go free," Mami says. "We've been thinking about ways we can keep track of them."
You take Mami's hand, squeezing gently as you sober. Thank you, Mami.
"Yeah. If anything, we could arguably tighten security with this," you say. "Not just with magic, though we can do that too. The issue there is that Kirika has antimagic, and I'm pretty sure that... well, you know those prisoner tracker things? You can buy them online, I think."
"As it is, the only way we know that they abide by their house arrest is by checking physically," Mami adds. "Adding some form of remote tracking ensures that we can check without travelling there, at least, and while magical measures could be disabled by Miss Kure, knowing that they have been disabled in and of itself would be sufficient cause to take action."
You sigh, rubbing your forehead as you watch Homura, seeing how she's taking it. Her hands are locked on her lap, rigid and tense, but... less so than earlier. That terrifyingly blank look is gone, leaving her simply tired.
"Yeah, so... that's one thing," you say. "It... there are means available for us to get the tracking done, sure. I can tell you guys about my ideas, and I'd be more than willing to take suggestions, but it's a sideshow when it boils down to this: what are you willing to accept?"
Sayaka makes a faintly disgruntled noise, sitting up and combing her hair back into place. Her anger seems to have abated, mercurial here-and-gone again.
"I still dunno why you wanna do this for her," she mutters. "I... I mean I get why, but I don't get why, if you get what I mean? You've got a thing about helping people, she has a tragic backstory and everything, sure, I buy that. But why this? What's so bad that you want to get her out now? And you knew Homura and I wouldn't be happy about it, too."
"Yeah, I knew it was going to be a tough sell," you say, leaning back with another sigh. "And... yeah, fair enough. I need to go into that, too."
You let yourself tip back onto the sofa, Mami closing her arms around you. You draw strength from the touch, from Mami's simple, unwavering belief in you.
"Right," you say. "I... Right. So. This is a lesser known thing about magical girls, but... we can reject our Wishes. I don't know enough about it, but I know it's something that can happen. You wind up losing the majority of your magic, the, the thematic parts of it. You'd still have your transformation, strength, speed, enchantment, that kind of thing, but your Wish power is gone."
"Eugh," Sayaka says. "So, like... if I rejected the idea of wanting to help, I'd lose my power copying?"
"I've heard about things like that happening," Mami agrees softly.
"Yeah, along those lines," you say, giving Mami a quick, grateful smile. You can't help but notice the way Homura tenses, hand going to her shield. "And the thing is... Oriko did reject her magic. She's not a seer any more. Fundamentally, she made her Wish because she felt her life was out of control, and she... wanted control. She's given that up."
"She could be lying," Homura murmurs.
"I can see her Soul Gem," you say. "And we've got Riona Mag Aoidh coming in soon, too - she can confirm it for us. And... OK, so. Backing it up a bit, our Wishes are all... expressions of our deepest desires, right?"
Mami's the first to nod, her arms tightening around you. Homura's nod is shallow, and all but imperceptible, but it's there. Sayaka makes a face.
"Yeah?" Sayaka says.
"Kirika Wished to be useful to Oriko. And for that, it gave her antimagic." You shake your head, grimacing. "It's circumstantial, but... magic is... I dunno. It's intricate, if that makes any sense. Sure, it means Kirika's ridiculously good at fighting magical girls who might come after her. But it also suggests that Oriko's problem is her magic. She trusted it blindly, and that was the problem. That's what led her to do the things she did."
"And Miss Mikuni has rejected that," Mami says.
"I... dunno if I buy it," Sayaka says, nose wrinkled. "Kind of a stretch."
"That's fair," you say. "Just... a few more bits to add to the pile. Sayaka, I'm sure you remember that time you were Witch-kissed. One of the reasons we found you so quickly was because of a tip from Oriko. Granted, that may have been some manipulative plan on her part, but still. And one more thing is..."
Oriko says she was trying to save Sayaka by burning her house down. She was trying to set you on the path to win. But the thing is, that's what Oriko said, and that doesn't hold much weight with Sayaka - and probably positive buoyancy with Homura.
"... the house arrest is unhealthy, and problematic for Oriko," you say, dropping that thought and moving to another. "It would be a comfortable and luxurious house for anyone else, but for Oriko, it's a place of deep trauma. It's where her illusions of her father were stripped away, and where she found his corpse. I... just don't want to leave her there, if there's anything you can accept."
"How 'bout just moving her to a new place?" Sayaka asks, raising an eyebrow. "She's filthy rich anyway, isn't she? She can afford a new place."
"Yeah, that's absolutely something," you agree. "If they agree, anyway, though I expect that they will."
"You mentioned tracking," Homura murmurs.
"That too," you agree. "Again... as it is, the only way we have to verify that they're abiding by the house arrest is by checking. At least with a remote tracker we can, well, track them remotely even if they're not locked up in one location."
"I don't trust them," Homura says, gaze flicking to you.
"If we had a guard on them when they left?" you suggest. "I mean... prisoners get yard time, right?"
"Yeah, and who has the time to do that?" Sayaka asks, raising an eyebrow. "We have school, and you're always running off to do something or another, aren't you?"
"I don't suppose you'd be interested in sending a clone?" you ask, with a weak grin.
"No," Sayaka says, scowling. "I'm not spending my time on them."
You exhale slowly. Can you really blame Sayaka for not wanting to spend time on and with the people who burned her house down? Not... really, you don't think.
"I don't suppose you have any ideas?" you ask. "Anything you'd be willing to accept?"
Sayaka shrugs, making another face. "Bodycam? Someone's got to review the footage, though. Plus, privacy and stuff. I don't really have any ideas there."
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mCooperative
meanderingCephalopod
- Location
- Back in Mitakihara after like 1000 years.
No, but can you imagine what the response would be if we actually said this? Like when Sabrina rattled off the canned encyclopedic description of Walpurgisnacht, just in that "this is totally procedure, I am reading it off a guidebook as it is fact" voice, and then she just stopped and was like "wat did I just say"?
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Homura stirs, amethyst gaze locked onto you.
"Why are you arguing for her?" Homura's voice is quiet, lower than it usually is. Steely, tight and terrifyingly controlled.
Your mouth opens before you can think, and you rattle off your answer: "Becase Meduka wants her to halp us with Brazilian Night and Caw Caw Feathers." The words fall from your lips like a trainwreck of rote memorization.
Silence.
"..."
"..."
"... Sabrina.... what."
"I have no idea why I just said that."
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Also, can we all appreciate that
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Edit after getting through the update:
We've managed to explain! Defcon 1 can stand down! More thoughts incoming!
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Onmur
Archangel of Nutella.
Quick, everyone-
EVERYONE OUT OF THE UNIVERSE!
Onmur
Archangel of Nutella.
Well, time to ask about that 'no making Barriers' ban... It's the perfect place to keep O&K safe!
Hmmm... OK, idea: Animals.
What if Sayaka used her copied Dr. Dolittle powers to ask some birds to keep track of O&K? She could probably edit the animals' minds or hypnotize them to be more capable of it also maybe?
Familiars, basically.
Just not crows, plz.
Hmmm... OK, idea: Animals.
What if Sayaka used her copied Dr. Dolittle powers to ask some birds to keep track of O&K? She could probably edit the animals' minds or hypnotize them to be more capable of it also maybe?
Familiars, basically.
Just not crows, plz.