That is almost literally who she is.
That is almost literally who she is.
It's the other way around, actually. All magical girls have a 100 meter limit at which their Soul Gem can control their body. The fact that our Grief control range is also 100 meters (along with some other comments in the narration) suggests that our Soul Gem considers the Grief to be part of our body.Thee was already a thing about our Soul Gem range havin something to do with our Grief range, right?
One, do you have any evidence that Nadia isn't reluctant to trust others? We've been explicitly told many times that idealistic magical girls like Mami are the exception, and our past encounters with other girls bear that out.Right, uh, one, do you have actual evidence for any of this or are you just fitting her into a nice pre-made archetype box, two, neither was anyone else we've Befriended in the course of this story. There's a lot to be said for coming off as idealistic and slightly naive. I'd rather stick with it.
Which things do you think it unethical to poke with a clear seed? Surely not Kyubey or familiars? Do you expect any harm to come to humans from it? Why do you hold that expectation?
Normal grief seeds hold grief. Grief isn't something I want to expose people to. A clear seed with no grief lacks that concern. But if it can cure depression in humans, that would be good.
We've never seen a witch go after a grief seed. But this isn't a grief seed, it's a clear seed, and I would like to know if they do. I have no data upon which to predict the behavior of witches towards clear seeds. Do you?
I don't believe it safe to presume that a basic warning about aggressive grief suckage will let others intuit the possible risks in other situations when we ourselves haven't intuited those risks. This is uncharted territory. Do you have reasons to believe the things you are claiming?
What knowledge do you have by which to suggest dewitching someone by the method I proposed is infeasible or idiotic? It seems to me to be exactly the kind of out of context solution that could bypass Kyubey's objections to canon events where Madoka and Kyoko tried to save Sayaka. Him not knowing of a way means no things that currently existed could have - but this is a new thing he also has little knowledge of.
My goal for selling clear seeds is not to hold people's lives ransom. I explicitly included emergency loaners for that reason. Everyone gets free cleanses. But to make clear seeds and distribute them, we need the raw materials. And to make the scale of operations increase, so our small resource limitations don't hold those people's lives ransom, we need that number to be higher than our costs. So we have to get >1 grief seed for every clear seed, because eventually we're going to lose some. That can be a very small >1, such as 1.1 perhaps. If it makes you feel better, we can have a grief seed take-a-penny-leave-a-penny box where anyone can donate extra grief seeds, and if someone needs a clear one but can't pay, and we have spares in the box, we can gift them that way.
Which things do you think it unethical to poke with a clear seed? Surely not Kyubey or familiars? Do you expect any harm to come to humans from it? Why do you hold that expectation?
Normal grief seeds hold grief. Grief isn't something I want to expose people to. A clear seed with no grief lacks that concern. But if it can cure depression in humans, that would be good.
We've never seen a witch go after a grief seed. But this isn't a grief seed, it's a clear seed, and I would like to know if they do. I have no data upon which to predict the behavior of witches towards clear seeds. Do you?
I don't believe it safe to presume that a basic warning about aggressive grief suckage will let others intuit the possible risks in other situations when we ourselves haven't intuited those risks. This is uncharted territory. Do you have reasons to believe the things you are claiming?
What knowledge do you have by which to suggest dewitching someone by the method I proposed is infeasible or idiotic? It seems to me to be exactly the kind of out of context solution that could bypass Kyubey's objections to canon events where Madoka and Kyoko tried to save Sayaka. Him not knowing of a way means no things that currently existed could have - but this is a new thing he also has little knowledge of.
My goal for selling clear seeds is not to hold people's lives ransom. I explicitly included emergency loaners for that reason. Everyone gets free cleanses. But to make clear seeds and distribute them, we need the raw materials. And to make the scale of operations increase, so our small resource limitations don't hold those people's lives ransom, we need that number to be higher than our costs. So we have to get >1 grief seed for every clear seed, because eventually we're going to lose some. That can be a very small >1, such as 1.1 perhaps. If it makes you feel better, we can have a grief seed take-a-penny-leave-a-penny box where anyone can donate extra grief seeds, and if someone needs a clear one but can't pay, and we have spares in the box, we can gift them that way.
Da' fluffinizzle. said:Yo ass turn yo' head a lil, a soft smile comin ta yo' grill as you peep Mami, n' seemin ta sense yo' gaze on her, Mami turns ta smile at you, biatch.
Yo ass smile back, dippin yo' wings so dat you roll smoothly ta Mami's other side, never lettin yo' gaze drop from hers. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Biatch laughs, clear n' bangin enough fo' you ta hear even over tha wind snatchin at you as you flare yo' wings n' swoop upwards.
"No fair son!" dat thugged-out biiiatch calls tha fuck into yo' mind. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! Without proper flight, Mami can't straight-up bust height. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Biatch could try flappin tha wings yo, but dat didn't work up dat well last time.
But then, you're solvin a different problem. Mami copied yo' wings, n' wit a wingspan as massive as yours or Mami's, you can only fly so close together.
On tha other hand...
Yo ass pull tha fuck into a loop n' dive at Mami, pullin short n' closin yo' arms round her waist from behind. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! "Hi!" you breathe tha fuck into her ear, n' you tug her upwards. There's mo' than enough height ta glide home yo, but why just do dat when you can have fun?
Mami laughs, squirmin up in yo' grasp n' bustin fine golden strandz streamin up in yo' face.
Yo ass release her n' angle ahead. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! With yo' Grief wings, you have tha vast advantage yo, but what's tha point up in leavin Mami up in tha dust, biatch? Yo ass don't wanna leave her behind.
Yo ass spin midair ta grin at her n' shit. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Biatch beams back, glowin n' aiiight as she anglez her wings ta chase you, biatch yo. Haloed by tha sun n' freed from its usual drills, her afro streams behind her up in tha wind, a golden banner blowin proudly up in tha wind. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! They match rather sickly wit tha gold-and-cream of her ribbon wings, held up straight ta catch tha wind.
"Yo ass be lookin like a angel," you blurt, n' promptly wince. "Because of, um. Da wings."
Mami blushes, luminescent n' bright. "Um."
"W-well, you do!" you say. "Yo ass have tha elegizzle n' tha steez n' the, tha grace fo' dat shit."
"T-thanks, Sabrina," Mami says, beamin at you all up in her blush. "I- I'm straight-up not yo, but fuck you, biatch."
"Da hell yo ass isn't," you say wit a warm smile. "Mami, you can't tell me you don't have dem qualitizzles fo' realz. And frankly, you're inspiring."
Mami shakes her head, still blushin a funky-ass solid red. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! She's smiling, though.
Yo ass huff. "Come on. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch. Race you home?"
Her only answer be a wider smile, n' a sweep of her wings backwardz dat anglez her body downwards.
Yo ass chase her across tha sky. Without rockin yo' Grief manipulation ta go fasta - but yo' wings is all you need ta catch up n' pull tha fuck into a tight, controlled loop round her as you approach tha roof of tha crib. Yo ass catch her up in yo' arms, grill ta grill n' close enough ta peep her surprise dissolve tha fuck into a warm smile n' absolute trust.
Her wings dissolve, golden ribbons fadin tha fuck into not a god damn thang as dat dunkadelic hoe throws her arms round you n' clings tight.
And you're bustin up as you back air n' drift ta a gentle halt on tha rooftop, n' so is Mami, bright n' happy. Yo ass remember tha uncertainty n' tha fear dat freaky freaky biatch had, n' you know it'll never go away so easily yo, but you're here now, n' so is she.
Yo ass smile at her n' shit. "You're tha best, even if you don't be thinkin yo ass is."
Hell wit dat shit.
Arms still round her waist, you lean forward n' brush yo' lips against her cheek.
Her grill lights up, a bright, bright blush.
Mami's grill works soundlessly, hand comin up ta bust a nut on her cheek.
Yo ass huff, despite tha blush on yo' own face. "Come on, Mami, let's bounce back ta tha doggy den," you say, n' grab her hand ta tug her towardz tha stairs. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Biatch stumblez afta you, n' starts ta laugh, giddy n' delighted, n' then she leaps at you ta wrap you up in a tight hug. Yo ass nearly overbalizzle yo, but a gangbangin' finger-lickin' dirty-ass shift of yo' posture n' you pick her right up off tha ground n' tha fuck into a piggyback carry.
Yo ass head home, Mami clingin ta yo' back. You're both giggling, Mami's head nestled firmly on yo' shoulder, n' she's as aiiight as you can eva remember her being. Yo ass can only contrast her now ta lost, miserable Mami. Uncertain.
There's no way up in hell you can tell yo ass you don't like her muthafuckin ass.
Heh.
Yo ass spill Mami onto tha sofa, still gigglin n' giddy as she latches onto you n' you cuddle her right back. This is perfect. There's thangs comin on tha horizon, work ta do n' puellae magi ta wrangle yo, but fo' now, dis is laid back n' perfect.
Mami headz off ta brush her teeth all dem minutes later, returnin wit minty fresh breath n' a funky-ass bright smile fo' you n' a hairbrush up in hand. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! Yo ass give her a smile, n' head off ta wash yo' face, like a muthafucka. That only takes a funky-ass bit, n' you rejoin Mami on tha sofa - she'd put her hairbrush down tha moment dat freaky freaky biatch heard tha door open ta look fo' you, biatch. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Biatch curls tha fuck into yo' side wit a aiiight sigh. Yo ass can spend all dem moments just... chillaxing.
"Mami?" you murmur.
"Hmm?" she asks without stirring, her eyes closed as she rests against yo' shoulder.
"So I was thankin bout fixin table-chan," you say.
"Ah..." Mami say. "Go on?"
"Well, I wanted ta fix it as a joint effort," you say. "So dat it's suttin' dat we've done together, you know?"
Bitch finally stirs ta hit you wit a warm smile. "Do you be thinkin we can?"
"Between tha two of us?" you say, archin a eyebrow. "Of course we can. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch. It's just a matta of how. Table-chan's frame is fine, obviously yo, but I'm not shizzle how tha fuck ta fix tha glass. I was thankin maybe we could melt tha pieces down n' reforge it, biatch? Where's tha bag, anyway?"
"Over there," Mami says, pointin all up in tha ounce ta tha bounce of woven ribbons. "Though... I gots a idea."
"Oh?" you say.
Mami worries at her lip, clearly thinking. "Yo ass can feel yo' Grief without lookin at it, right?"
"Yep," you confirm. Yo ass have, as far as you can tell, a perfect sense of dat shit.
"So if you was ta apply Grief ta all tha pieces, do you be thinkin you could reassemble table-chan?" Mami asks.
"I..." Yo ass frown, n' rub yo' chin. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch. "Huh. I- Maybe, biatch? Lemme try."
Yo ass gesture wit yo' free hand n' draw Grief in, streamin down from tha roof n' tha fuck into tha room all up in tha window.
Grief delves tha fuck into tha ribbon bag, all dem pinches n' tugs all that's necessary ta undo tha ties. Put ya muthafuckin choppers up if ya feel dis! Under yo' command, Grief is malleable n' just bout infinitely controllable, n' wit a lil thought, you can spread it microscopically thin. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch. Enough ta coat every last muthafuckin shard of glass wit a thugged-out delicate layer.
Every single fragment.
Yo ass git freaky wit yo' palm out, Grief-coated glass risin from tha bag. You're aware of all tha pieces, all tha jagged lil edges fo' realz. And-
It's like bein able ta close yo' handz against each other n' fittin tha fingers perfectly even without looking. Yo ass reassemble tha glass like a interlockin puzzle, weavin tha pieces up in a glitterin cloud.
And finally, you're holdin tha completed glass tabletop wit Grief, every last muthafuckin piece slotted tha fuck into place. There is still holez up in tha structure, places where tha fucked up glass was too lil' small-ass ta discard.
"Well done, Sabrina!" Mami says, clappin happily. "That's sick!"
Yo ass grin at Mami. "And you is solid. Think we can fix this?"
"I be thinkin we can," Mami say wit a funky-ass blushin smile. "Mendin glass shouldn't be too hard."
"Well, our crazy asses gotz a lil' bit of time, right?" you say, glancin all up in tha clock fo' realz. Bout a hour. Shiiit, dis aint no joke. "Do you wanna do that, biatch? Or shall we work on enchantin or... anythang you want?"
"Hmm... we wanted ta try enchantin wit Sayaka ta peep if dat thugged-out biiiatch could hold mo' than one power, or store it or something, right?" Mami says, thankin bout. "It wouldn't make sense ta do dat without her muthafuckin ass."
"True, though I do need practice mah dirty ass," you point out.
Mami smiles. "Well," her big-ass booty says, indicatin tha reassembled table-chan. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch. "I was thankin we could try mendin table-chan n' then hook up wit Sayaka up in half a hour?"
"Works fo' me," you say. "I'll check wit Sayaka, biatch? Well actually- Do we... do we wanna hook up here, or...?"
Yo ass glizzle meaningfully all up in tha table. Probably betta not ta rub it up in Sayaka's grill so soon.
Mami nods, followin yo' gaze. "Um... mmm."
"Yeah..." you say. "We can't hook up at Madoka's place, our laid-back asses just left there, n' if we kicked it wit up all up in tha junkyard we'd spend too much time pimpin' around. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! I... eh. I wanna be selfish, n' just stay here wit yo slick ass, biatch? And we can work on table-chan?"
Mami's smile is shy n' warm. "I'd like dat n' like dis n' like dat y'all."
"Then it's settled," you say, smilin back. Yo ass hover tha reassembled tabletop closer so dat tha both of y'all can look over it without gettin up from tha cuddlepuddle. Mami runs her finger along one of tha cracks, faint tracez of magic limnin her hand n' soakin tha fuck into tha glass.
"It's not too different from healing," her big-ass booty says, half ta her muthafuckin ass fo' realz. And then she looks up at you, biatch. "We can do this, biatch? Together?"
"That's tha idea," you say, flexin yo' hand n' reachin out, fingers splayed as you wait fo' Mami ta show you how tha fuck it's done.
And her dope ass do, tha golden glow of her magic followin her fingers as dat dunkadelic hoe traces up tha cracks. Da magic sinks in, binding together as you withdraw tha Grief. Mami's right - it's not dat different from healing. Yo crazy-ass finger glides along another of tha fissures up in tha glass, shapin tha magic, n' you're delighted ta find dat it works just fine.
"Yo, don't repair all dat shiznit tha way through," you suggest. "I be thinkin we can reinforce tha surface area yo, but leave tha cracks up in place, biatch? It might cook up a sick pattern!"
"Dope idea!" Mami agrees, n' tha next crack dat she repairs remains visibly cracked but phat as eva n' shit. Yo ass follow up in her lead.
It's slow going, though, n' by tha time you finish, carefully settin table-chan back on tha frame, it's nearly time ta bounce tha fuck out. Mami cuddlez tha fuck into yo' side wit a aiiight sigh, lookin over yo' work - table-chan is once mo' intact yo, but what tha fuck was once a cold-ass lil clear, triangular piece of glass is now crazed wit a gangbangin' finger-lickin' distinctive, jagged pattern of fucked up glass.
"It looks sick," Mami say. "Unique."
"Our work," you say, givin Mami a smile.
"It is!" her big-ass booty says, n' leans against yo' side.
Another example, since I'm thinking about it. Bennouna's answer to our question about high-power magical girls with something like "I don't know anybody nearby", and our response is undoubtedly going to be something like "Anywhere is good, we have transportation". Yet again, straightforward answer, simple on the surface, but combined with our question about existing magical girl power structures, the implications - we have the tools to become a global superpower and possibly even an intent to do so, ranging from building international dream teams to projecting hard power anywhere on Earth.Showing a certain amount of idealism is necessary. Without that she'll dismiss us as just another con man. That offer of a clear seed, for example - either we're putting a great deal of trust in her and hoping that she'll really work with us, or we don't actually intend to let her get away with it for some reason. I agree that we don't want to seem like a complete nutcase, but there are better ways to do that than making out like a feudal warlord. Even "team mitakihara" wouldn't work - she's too perceptive and she's no doubt run into exactly that kind of nationalistic ideal dressed up as the power of friendship. It's an obvious tactic when you run around in poofy dresses by default. No, what we probably want to do is stay as a cloud cuckoolander, but give her just enough to realize that, underneath our idealism and naivety, we're serious, strong, and thinking far enough ahead that we aren't just going to die like chumps.
As an example: We're casually joking about having stolen guns and gold from the Yakuza. Clearly nutty, right? Except, when you think about it, we're strong enough that we can joke about stealing guns and gold from the Yakuza. Similarly, asking about powerful magical girls we can recruit just makes sense, right? Except danger sense, long-range teleportation, and mental defenses, combined with our question about nasty groups of meguca, say a lot about the scale and intensity of the fights we're expecting and how much power we're looking to build. Asking about her enchantments serves a similar purpose.
[x] Godwinson
It's the other way around, actually. All magical girls have a 100 meter limit at which their Soul Gem can control their body. The fact that our Grief control range is also 100 meters (along with some other comments in the narration) suggests that our Soul Gem considers the Grief to be part of our body.
One, do you have any evidence that Nadia isn't reluctant to trust others? We've been explicitly told many times that idealistic magical girls like Mami are the exception, and our past encounters with other girls bear that out.
Every conversation we've had with Nadia has included at least one line to suggest that she's not an idealist. She has no teammates that she can rely on, no territory that she protects; she wanders from place to place selling her services for what she needs to survive. The first time we spoke to her, she told us that the life of a traveling magical girl was "hard". She insists on getting the payment up front, so that she can't get ripped off, even from someone that she considers trustworthy like Mami. And even Mami's word isn't enough for her to believe in Sabrina's powers without proof. She was shocked by the idea that we intend to give the Clear Seeds away and calls it "mad." Everything she's shown us indicates a great deal of cynicism and suspicion towards others.
Two, we would still be doing something extremely idealistic. We're paying her the Clear Seed up front. One Clear Seed is enough for her to retire and live off for the rest of her life. She could decide at any point to bail on us and go live comfortably somewhere, with no real threat of consequences. We would be showing her a great deal of trust.
And if she stays and she continues working with us, she would see us constantly being idealistic, helping others, helping her, and then she'll start trusting us in return, start feeling good about helping people. But trust, friendship and loyalty have to be earned over time, you can't just demand them from someone the first time you meet them.
If you don't like the idea of calling it a "job", then instead ask her to join Team Mitakihara. But however you describe it, treat the offer--and her potential contributions--seriously. The version that @Godwinson is putting forth is dismissive and flippant, and barely touches on the subject before cloudcoocoolandering off into a non sequitur. Being disrespectful is not the way to earn someone's confidence and get them to work with you. (It's also a lie, since we have cash and not just gold.)
And we're not selling the damn Seeds. Holy shit, we can't literally hold people's lives above them like that. Just say we'll turn anyone's Grief Seeds into Clear Seeds and they'll come to us naturally.
... Hugs?We said that we'd give them away for free. I see nowhere where we said we'd give them away to anybody that asked without conditions attached. We impressed on Bennouna that we were biasing toward reasonable magical girls and I see no reason why we wouldn't continue doing that. We additionally just made it clear that we expect to fight people that make trouble, and "doing evil shit with our clear seeds" is obviously one of the things that we'd be dealing with.
Personally, I don't see how we could sell them in the first place. What would we ask for that we'd want, anyway? We can steal shit from organized crime whenever we want money. We have infinite grief seeds. What else could we ask for?
Grief Seeds empty out Clear Seeds.Since Clear Seeds empty out Grief Seeds voraciously to the point of risking itself hatching
I never said that we shouldn't act idealistic. In fact, if you'll read my post, I specifically said that we should behave idealistically, and that doing so can potentially eventually earn us Nadia's loyalty.Some of your argument is garbage, Narrator. "Blah blah we should act less idealistic blah blah yahoo."
I'm just suggesting that when we ask Nadia to work with us, we put it in terms that she can understand within the typical meguca paradigm, by offering payment for services rendered. Or barring that, that we at least make the offer in a way that seems like we actually respect her and what she can do for us and not like her recruitment is an afterthought in between our various wacky hijinks.And if she stays and she continues working with us, she would see us constantly being idealistic, helping others, helping her, and then she'll start trusting us in return, start feeling good about helping people. But trust, friendship and loyalty have to be earned over time, you can't just demand them from someone the first time you meet them.
Gratitude. Cooperation. Loyalty.
How are we supposed to sell something in exchange for gratitude? You get significantly better returns there by not calling it a sale.
I'm with you here, but it looks like you're sabotaging this by conflating it with acting like a regular magical girl. We just need to act more professional, now is not the time silliness.Or barring that, that we at least make the offer in a way that seems like we actually respect her and what she can do for us and not like her recruitment is an afterthought in between our various wacky hijinks.
And we did that with Kyoko by being unfailingly nice. We only introduced capitalism to our relationship with Kyoko after we'd already firmly established in her mind that we're an idealist first and foremost. That impression is even more important in the person who we expect to be telling a whole lot of people about us.The goal is to get her to stick around, and then win her trust, just like with Kyouko.
Right, great, we fucking... Goddammit. Well, time to find a new plan, because we no longer have a damn thing to leverage anyone with besides force. Fuck, dammit.
There's a difference, I think, between being nice and being a cloudcuckoolander like some are suggesting.
Right. I agree. I said that.There's a difference, I think, between being nice and being a cloudcuckoolander like some are suggesting.
She's perceptive enough to handle what we're giving her right now. Everything we've said today, underneath a layer of obfuscating wackiness, is dead serious. She's going to realize over the course of the next update that we know exactly what we're asking her to do and exactly what that offer of a clear seed means. This isn't us asking for her help in between our wacky hijinks. This is wacky hijinks covering up a legitimate and motivated attempt to change the world with her as a key member in our opening gambit.I'm just suggesting that when we ask Nadia to work with us, we put it in terms that she can understand within the typical meguca paradigm, by offering payment for services rendered. Or barring that, that we at least make the offer in a way that seems like we actually respect her and what she can do for us and not like her recruitment is an afterthought in between our various wacky hijinks.
Um, it's the opposite, right? Grief Seeds steal Grief from Clear Seeds, not the other way around; this is why our Grief Seed almost hatched when exposed to a Clear Seed with a week's worth of Grief in it.Honestly, just spreading that Clear Seeds will aggressively try to suck grief out of other Seeds is enough to let others intuit the possible risks in other situations. And we're not going to dewitch anyone by poking them with a Clear Seed, that's idiotic.
Kindly don't forget, @rkyeun, that what you're suggesting is human experimentation on torture victims: Grief/Clear Seeds are, best as we can tell, the souls of teenage girls who have already suffered immense pain and suffering. And you want to try hitting one with a hammer?
- Smash a clear seed to see if it EXPLODES.
- Fire.
- Electrical current.
So, lads and lassies! Does anyone know why our body disconnects from our Soul Gem after a 100m? Cuz I dunno why and if we do know, maybe we could get around it somehow!
Thee was already a thing about our Soul Gem range havin something to do with our Grief range, right? If we get super range, then we could keep track of all the meguca and make sure no-one does anything bad while their staying over!
Wait, @Firnagzen, is the Soul Gem - meguca body connection limit really 100 meters? I thought we had gem-coma-d someone before by standing next to them and moving their Gem away to a point well within the range of our control before. If this is accurate it's a big clue as to our powers.It's the other way around, actually. All magical girls have a 100 meter limit at which their Soul Gem can control their body. The fact that our Grief control range is also 100 meters (along with some other comments in the narration) suggests that our Soul Gem considers the Grief to be part of our body.
It's... kind of not, though. Until @Godwinson gets around to fixing it, it's the plan where we say this:[x] Godwinson
I like Sabrina being idealistic. And this is apparently the idealistic plan.
This is not what you say to a veteran magical girl whom you've just met to inspire confidence in your ability to be a good boss; this is the kind of thing you say when you want to make everyone back away from the crazy person, take the Clear Seed she's offering, and run before she inevitably gets herself killed by being a crazy ditz. Until it's fixed:[X] Muse aloud about how you've kinda thought about hiring her to serve as a diplomat of sorts to other groups, but since you'd give her a clear seed and clean her soul gem anyway, the only thing you'd really have to pay her with is "borrowed" yakuza gold, and that's not any fun.