Jonen C
F.M.D.G.
- Location
- Lincopense, Ostrogothia, Suecia
Grief Goatee's for everyone!
Puella Magi Adfligo Systema
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"Your suffering pleases me"+"I control raw suffering"
Uh.....Endless spirals?
EEEEEEvil Sabrina is less troublesome, you could be somewhat okay as her servant, always free cleanses and just have to spread Sabrinaism everywhere and oh boy does this look suspiciously like what we have been planning?
AuraTwilight
The Sorcerer of Smiles
- Location
- The Silver City
Evulz Sabrina does the most heinous thing imaginable.
she forces everyone to drink green tea...iced.
she forces everyone to drink green tea...iced.
- Location
- East of the Sun and West of the Moon
Don't worry, if we were Eeeeevil we'd do stuff like demanding oaths of minionhood from the people we cleanse. Making them wear matching face-concealing uniforms. Having portraits of us made that they need to genuflect before three times daily.
Right now we're just enforcing the Pax Wulfenbach, which is perfectly heroic as long as we don't start downloading copies of our brain into Nagisa or anything.
Gadjo
Doka
To be fair to ourselves, here, the only people we've conscripted have attacked us. Oriko and Kirka set Sayaka's house on fire and blew our leg off, and the Sendai coalition refused to quit murdering people in exchange for free resources forever. And even after we beat them, we just forced them to stop murdering people, and so we gave them impossibly cheap resources forever along with free cleansings as needed. We have been pretty damn reasonable, though we really should work on convincing Homura to allow Oriko and Kirika off of house arrest, and if we could somehow help break Akiko of her catatonia, that'd be pretty cool too.
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- spinning
@rikalous: I think Puella magi uniforms would override our own, but you know, most villains I've known just aim for <> domination or harm to people they hate. I have not actually seen any genuflecting to a portrait before, outside of religions or perhaps totalitarian regimes.
...Well, I'd say here that DLing our brain anywhere is troublesome because Kyubey but Kyubey already got his furry paws on it.
Kinda hard to think up strong objections, which is my point
(Of course, I do not think Sabrina is evil. No ma'am. Just that she has at times much unintended consequences.)
@Gadjo: We already told Sakura to spread word of us around to any newbies, though, and have tried to get every puella into our system, which is what I was referring to
...Well, I'd say here that DLing our brain anywhere is troublesome because Kyubey but Kyubey already got his furry paws on it.
Kinda hard to think up strong objections, which is my point
(Of course, I do not think Sabrina is evil. No ma'am. Just that she has at times much unintended consequences.)
@Gadjo: We already told Sakura to spread word of us around to any newbies, though, and have tried to get every puella into our system, which is what I was referring to
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- East of the Sun and West of the Moon
Most villains think far too small. They lack style and vision. We can do better than that.
It's a reference to a dick move by Baron Klaus Wulfenbach, who you may know as the father mentioned in the last panel here. He conquered most of Europe out of sheer frustration and his core social policy is "Don't make me come over there."
Edit: Ah yes. We should also try to avoid selectively destroying parts of enemy meguca brains in order to try and make them not able to use magic anymore. That's right up there with the brain download thing.
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Oh, I'm aware. I'm just looking for good objections, from evil perspective.
I don't think we can do that, but it seems somewhat useful, as in the potential case of Soujos for example.
Onmur
Archangel of Nutella.
Now think about how we cleansed the Sendai's/Fukushima's Soul Gems mid-battle.
Hard Girls making Hard Decisions.
PhantomFractions
I can (not) type fast enough
- Location
- Australia
Something like this would be great. Imagine Homu doing her Homu thing and brooding in timestop like Batman or something - mentally monologuing about how her power matches her so well, because her 'world' is stopped due to the loops and-
'~Tsutaeatta kokoro no ondo wo Sotto-~'
"...what."
'~-daiji sou ni kakae aruiteita-'
"Hello?"
"Hey, Homu! Could you swing 'round the corner store and get some more eggs - we're about to run out."
"Sabrina? How did you-"
"-check your left ankle."
And one of Mami's invisible intangible ribbons shows up for a moment, leading around the nearest corner to where Sabrina and Mami are trying not to giggle into the mobile phone.
"...and when exactly did you change my ringtone?"
Sabrina: because there's "You're not alone," and there's "HA! Good luck tryin' ta get rid of ME!!"
There is no one on this planet that can convince me that EEEEEEEEEEEVIL!Sabrina would not end up exactly like this:
It fits so well.
And it would be GLORIOUS.
I know we've been joking about this, but there's a reason the idea of Dedolere terrifies me.
Why are we even discussing evil!Sabrina anyway?
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Jackercracks
In a British accent
- Location
- England
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Or alternately, she does eventually work up the courage, fails, gets injured and goes off to bleed out and Witch in a corner somewhere.
EEEEEEEEVIL Sabrina is much nicer, she merely robs banks and turns all the chocolate in the city into witch-tasting broccoli.
There's a possibility no-one has mentioned yet that explains her crying on a rooftop watching a Witch perfectly. She could just be scared. Who actually wants to fight terrifying abominations for the rest of their (un)natural life? Fighting Witches is terrifying, and she's a teenage girl. She goes to try to fight a witch, cries, can't work up the courage, feels useless then goes and quietly turns into the Glass Witch in a corner somewhere.
Or alternately, she does eventually work up the courage, fails, gets injured and goes off to bleed out and Witch in a corner somewhere.
EVIL Sabrina would probably be a lot more effective in the short term until she gets betrayed by everyone and reduced to a glorified power source. Ah, but the MAD SCIENCE! she calls to me. No ethics board there, she'd have magical girl mitosis running overtime to make an army of meguca bodies powered by grief gems, all bound to her by the ties of grief cleansing. Her favourite punishment would be keeping a soul gem at 90% grief indefinitely. This is getting dark.
EEEEEEEEVIL Sabrina is much nicer, she merely robs banks and turns all the chocolate in the city into witch-tasting broccoli.
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Onmur
Archangel of Nutella.
This is all my fault.
The chatter's too loud today. The smell of smoke and alcohol are at an all time high, it's actually getting hard to breath amongst the masses of people crammed in such a small space.
I try to ignore everything; it's all I try to do nowadays. Not that I ever succeed, I think as I empty my glass, just one more constant failure to add to a long list of failures.
"It's starting!" One more voice amongst the sea of voices. Somehow, this one manages to silence the entire room.
As one, all heads turn towards a corner of the room; there's a television hanging from the ceiling. I take advantage of the general lack of situation awareness to swap my empty glass for a full one; the place's owner gives me a look, but disregards me after a second, eyes moving back to the TV.
I take my time with my new drink. I don't recognize it; I haven't been drinking all that long, all things told. It's rather good, but not enough to distract when the whispers start.
"She's so young!"
"I can't believe this is happening..."
"Where is she from, again?"
"That's some hair!"
"White hair?"
Yes. The hair. I sigh. Might as well.
I turn around and do as everyone else. The TV shows a grand meeting, a stage surrounded by hundreds of different flags flying high, all nations, and all overshadowed by one. A flag nobody knew a few months ago, one that didn't even exist, and one that's been spreading everywhere. I still can barely believe it.
Did I ever hold so much power?
In the center of the stage, there's a young woman, no, a girl surrounded by dozens of grown men and women in suits, all yelling over each other, trying to get her attention, only to be ignored.
"What a mess! Can't they just take their damned seats!"
"But look how she deals with it! So regal! Like she's above all that."
I snort, I can't help it. Regal, right.
It takes a couple of minutes of disorder until the screen is filled with uniformed people, coming to separate the noisy crowd of world leaders and forcibly lead them back to their seats. What surprises me, is that the guards are actual people, doing their jobs, and not her... things, her puppets.
Once everybody's in place, there's only a girl at the center of the stage. At the center of the world.
She stands there for a couple of seconds, staring at nothing. Like always. Then she takes a deep breath and takes out a bunch of post-it notes.
Everything's silent while she goes through the little pieces of paper, barely looking at each one before disregarding it.
The people start to shift and mutter:
"What's going on?"
"Isn't she gonna speak?"
"What's taking so long?"
"Shhhh!"
Before too long, she stops. She looks around, turns towards somebody off screen and asks, for all the world to hear:
"Are we ready?"
That voice. It used to give me so much hope.
At some unseen afirmation, she nods, throws the notes over her shoulder and looks back at the cameras.
"Everybody in this world. Watch me!"
I'd look away, but it's not necessary. I'm the only one who's... immune.
With no more prelude, no more words, she simple reaches her hand towards the back of her head, hooks her fingers through her hair and snaps her hand straight out. Just as I taught her. The result doesn't impress me. That breathtaking mane of straight, brilliant white hair, flowing through her fingers like a beautiful curtain of shining little diamonds...
I shake my head. Nine out of ten. I don't look back.
Suddenly, everything explodes in noise, cheers, roars of admiration, such loud clapping that the floor seems to tremble. Any dissent gone. All doubt replaced with joy.
I simply close my eyes and try to tune out everything.
It's too much. I take what's left of my drink and finish it in one gulp. I stand and somehow make my way through the festive masses and to the door.
As I'm about to step out, I look back at the display: She's simply sitting around, watching passively as the world arranges itself to her pleasure. The people around me, shouting, crying, drinking...
Alive. She promised that much.
My last thoughts before I step outside are of one person. She is alive and safe, and that's what matters.
The chatter's too loud today. The smell of smoke and alcohol are at an all time high, it's actually getting hard to breath amongst the masses of people crammed in such a small space.
I try to ignore everything; it's all I try to do nowadays. Not that I ever succeed, I think as I empty my glass, just one more constant failure to add to a long list of failures.
"It's starting!" One more voice amongst the sea of voices. Somehow, this one manages to silence the entire room.
As one, all heads turn towards a corner of the room; there's a television hanging from the ceiling. I take advantage of the general lack of situation awareness to swap my empty glass for a full one; the place's owner gives me a look, but disregards me after a second, eyes moving back to the TV.
I take my time with my new drink. I don't recognize it; I haven't been drinking all that long, all things told. It's rather good, but not enough to distract when the whispers start.
"She's so young!"
"I can't believe this is happening..."
"Where is she from, again?"
"That's some hair!"
"White hair?"
Yes. The hair. I sigh. Might as well.
I turn around and do as everyone else. The TV shows a grand meeting, a stage surrounded by hundreds of different flags flying high, all nations, and all overshadowed by one. A flag nobody knew a few months ago, one that didn't even exist, and one that's been spreading everywhere. I still can barely believe it.
Did I ever hold so much power?
In the center of the stage, there's a young woman, no, a girl surrounded by dozens of grown men and women in suits, all yelling over each other, trying to get her attention, only to be ignored.
"What a mess! Can't they just take their damned seats!"
"But look how she deals with it! So regal! Like she's above all that."
I snort, I can't help it. Regal, right.
It takes a couple of minutes of disorder until the screen is filled with uniformed people, coming to separate the noisy crowd of world leaders and forcibly lead them back to their seats. What surprises me, is that the guards are actual people, doing their jobs, and not her... things, her puppets.
Once everybody's in place, there's only a girl at the center of the stage. At the center of the world.
She stands there for a couple of seconds, staring at nothing. Like always. Then she takes a deep breath and takes out a bunch of post-it notes.
Everything's silent while she goes through the little pieces of paper, barely looking at each one before disregarding it.
The people start to shift and mutter:
"What's going on?"
"Isn't she gonna speak?"
"What's taking so long?"
"Shhhh!"
Before too long, she stops. She looks around, turns towards somebody off screen and asks, for all the world to hear:
"Are we ready?"
That voice. It used to give me so much hope.
At some unseen afirmation, she nods, throws the notes over her shoulder and looks back at the cameras.
"Everybody in this world. Watch me!"
I'd look away, but it's not necessary. I'm the only one who's... immune.
With no more prelude, no more words, she simple reaches her hand towards the back of her head, hooks her fingers through her hair and snaps her hand straight out. Just as I taught her. The result doesn't impress me. That breathtaking mane of straight, brilliant white hair, flowing through her fingers like a beautiful curtain of shining little diamonds...
I shake my head. Nine out of ten. I don't look back.
Suddenly, everything explodes in noise, cheers, roars of admiration, such loud clapping that the floor seems to tremble. Any dissent gone. All doubt replaced with joy.
I simply close my eyes and try to tune out everything.
It's too much. I take what's left of my drink and finish it in one gulp. I stand and somehow make my way through the festive masses and to the door.
As I'm about to step out, I look back at the display: She's simply sitting around, watching passively as the world arranges itself to her pleasure. The people around me, shouting, crying, drinking...
Alive. She promised that much.
My last thoughts before I step outside are of one person. She is alive and safe, and that's what matters.
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And microwaves all the tea.
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- spinning
Which one was the Evil one again?
...can hair flips reverse witches? I mean, did Homura do it while in the presence of an intact witch?
Onmur
Archangel of Nutella.
Homura didn't realize the power of the hairflip until we pointed it out, so, no.
Sabrina: "And for my next evil plane I will turn all the Witches in the city back into magical girls, and then activate the grief-cleanse-inator again! Mwahahahahaha!"
"Sabrina that's not actually evil in any way."
"".........yes it is"
*Sabrina's villainous song actives in the background*
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Jackercracks
In a British accent
- Location
- England
So Sabrina is THE TECHNO QUEEN! Krakathooom!
Sabrina: "Of course it's EVIL! Due to my villainous plan, there are no grief seeds available for any magical girls to use!"
Sayaka: "But you just removed all of the grief with your grief-cleanse-inator, so they don't actually NEED the grief seeds."
Sabrina: "IRRELEVANT!"
Hmm, what should our flag be? I propose a black flag (to represent ALL of the grief that we control) with a white circle on it (to represent the cleansed seeds/gems).
Onmur
Archangel of Nutella.
That would kind of look like Japan's flag.
Mmm... All of Sabrina's magical stuff's got SV's symbol on it. So that's a possibility. I didn't give it much thought.
A white background with a Top Hat planted in the center.
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