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Puella Magica Somniabunt Sanguinis [PMMM/Bloodborne]

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ShadowAngelBeta said:
... *Shrug* I blame the internet. I really just can't see that as skimpy. At all.
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its skimpy according to faux victorian standards. I mean what a scandal:o !! The shoulders are fully exposed as are the legs. A ruler to the hands for you young lady. There should be no exposure at all or dear mother will not be happy.
 
[X] Prettiest Killiest Flower Princess
-[X] Rosetale
[X] Weapon: Hand Vine to Hand-fu (Read: Augur of Ruby), Rakuyo (comes with a spiffy hat!)
 
[X] Armor: Maria's Set (modified a bit to match our flower theme and patch the damages)
[X] Weapon: Holy Moonlight Sword

When we were little we were a Moon. We do not forget our origins.
 
[X] Armor: Maria's Set (modified a bit to match our flower theme and patch the damages)
[X] Weapon: Holy Moonlight Sword
 
[X] Armor: Maria's Set (modified a bit to match our flower theme and patch the damages)
[X] Weapon: Simon's Bowblade
 
I think my issue with the flower princess setup isn't necessarily the dress, it's how the whole thing doesn't quite gel together. Long dresses suck for combat, which wouldn't be an issue if we wanted to be a long-distance low-movement caster. But one of the weapons in the plan is the Rakuyo, which requires very high mobility to use. Good luck changing directions quickly in a dress that trails on the floor.

If you want to go for the ballgown, cool. Go ahead. But make it so the entire setup matches and makes sense. Maria's outfit and the Bowblade (or the Moonlight sword, for that matter) make sense for a versatile fighter hiding her eldritch traits. If you want to go in the other direction, then don't bother with a sword/dagger that she doesn't need and doesn't fit the rest of her design. Work towards using arcane blasts for distance work (laser flowers!), use tendrils for shorter range and battlefield control, and use buds for misdirection and deception. And if we need a melee weapon, well, I'm sure a plant like us is capable of making thorns.

TL;DR make a coherent character design, darn it. If you want to go for an eldritch plant-girl, go for an eldritch plant-girl.
 
TotalTemplar03 said:
I think my issue with the flower princess setup isn't necessarily the dress, it's how the whole thing doesn't quite gel together. Long dresses suck for combat, which wouldn't be an issue if we wanted to be a long-distance low-movement caster. But one of the weapons in the plan is the Rakuyo, which requires very high mobility to use. Good luck changing directions quickly in a dress that trails on the floor.

If you want to go for the ballgown, cool. Go ahead. But make it so the entire setup matches and makes sense. Maria's outfit and the Bowblade (or the Moonlight sword, for that matter) make sense for a versatile fighter hiding her eldritch traits. If you want to go in the other direction, then don't bother with a sword/dagger that she doesn't need and doesn't fit the rest of her design. Work towards using arcane blasts for distance work (laser flowers!), use tendrils for shorter range and battlefield control, and use buds for misdirection and deception. And if we need a melee weapon, well, I'm sure a plant like us is capable of making thorns.

TL;DR make a coherent character design, darn it. If you want to go for an eldritch plant-girl, go for an eldritch plant-girl.
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*Ahem*

Magical Girl.

That will be all.
 
Solsticegelan said:
*Ahem*

Magical Girl.

That will be all.
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Magical Girl Subversion. Well Deconstruction, but that involves subversion by it's very nature, so semantics.

Anyway, it means he has a small point instead of no point.

If someone else wants to pull Rakuyo off then whatever. I'm writing an omake for another quest from a depressed character's point of view so I can't even bother to give a damn right now.
 
Solsticegelan said:
*Ahem*

Magical Girl.

That will be all.
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And that's supposed to mean... what?

All Magical Girls within Madoka Magica follow their own theme. Their weapons, outfits, and magical abilities all fit this theme. Mami's outfit looks reminiscent of a 19th century gunner, and she uses flintlocks. Sayaka's a high-mobility knight, so she's got dual swords, a cape, and an outfit that's easy to move in. Kyouko has Christian ties, so she wears a dress that looks like a cassock and uses a spear, which could have religious symbolism (spear that wounded Jesus and all that). Madoka is a classic Magical Girl, so she's got frills on frills and uses a cute bow and arrow. Homura is entirely dedicated to her duty to defend Madoka, so her outfit looks somewhat uniform-esque and she's got a shield.

So I don't see how "Magical Girls" is supposed to disprove my point.
 
TotalTemplar03 said:
And that's supposed to mean... what?

All Magical Girls within Madoka Magica follow their own theme. Their weapons, outfits, and magical abilities all fit this theme. Mami's outfit looks reminiscent of a 19th century gunner, and she uses flintlocks. Sayaka's a high-mobility knight, so she's got dual swords, a cape, and an outfit that's easy to move in. Kyouko has Christian ties, so she wears a dress that looks like a cassock and uses a spear, which could have religious symbolism (spear that wounded Jesus and all that). Madoka is a classic Magical Girl, so she's got frills on frills and uses a cute bow and arrow. Homura is entirely dedicated to her duty to defend Madoka, so her outfit looks somewhat uniform-esque and she's got a shield.

So I don't see how "Magical Girls" is supposed to disprove my point.
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It's that at a certain point Long Dresses don't really impact Magical Girl effectiveness, even in Madoka Magica. Especially since OP isn't required to keep the dress exactly as is instead of shortening it.
 
I dunno about all of you guys, I just like Maria's outfit way better than the alternative. It's cool, it can be made cute without too much extra work, and it can even be given a flower motif if you want to make it suit your theme!
 
[X] Armor: Maria's Set (modified a bit to match our flower theme and patch the damages)
[X] Weapon: Simon's Bowblade

I dislike the other picture, in that i don't think it gels with our personality at all. Maybe when we're an older, more regal flower we can wear that stuff, but right now i'd rather go down a less extravagant route.

The whole red ballgown look reeks of poise and fanciness, whilst the black vine thingies at her feet emphasise a certain coldness that affects the whole look; It's less cutesy and more "Observe how incredible i am before i grind you under my heel." Yes, it can be worn in a carefree manner by some, but only if they have the gall to pull it off, and i just don't think we're there yet.

Better to go with something we're more used to and likely to find appealing - Something we won't mind wearing into battle and elsewhere without awkwardness.

(Also, it reminds me way too much of that prostitute's dress - Dark red is often linked to ladies of the night, something i doubt Ruby would appreciate no matter how adventurous she's feeling)
 
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[X] Armor: Maria's Set (modified a bit to match our flower theme and patch the damages)
 
[X] Prettiest Killiest Flower Princess
-[X] Rosetale
[X] Weapon: Hand Vine to Hand-fu (Read: Augur of Ruby), Rakuyo (comes with a spiffy hat!)
 
[X] Armor: Maria's Set (modified a bit to match our flower theme and patch the damages)
[X] Weapon: Simon's Bowblade
 
Well, time to get my measuring tape and sewing kit out,mbecause it looks like its time to do some refitting. Also I suspect that Homu will soon be going on a very particular shopping trip once she sees what happens when you take some mercury and drizzle Great One coldblod on it.
 
[X] Prettiest Killiest Flower Princess
-[X] Rosetale
[X] Weapon: Hand Vine to Hand-fu (Read: Augur of Ruby), Rakuyo (comes with a spiffy hat!)
 
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Child of Blood - pt. 8
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    • After a few bashful moments, you came to the realisation that the design of your new garments did not necessarily require you to go out in nothing more than an over-designed nightie.

    As revealing as it might be, which was not inconsiderably, you couldn't deny that it did suit her very well. If you resisted the call of morbid curiosity and kept your eyes firmly away from beneath her torso, you could see yourself wearing something similar.

    It wouldn't suit you of course, the sharp angles and preponderance of white fabric would be a little too much coupled with your hair and complexion, but in theory, you could have worn it.

    No, you had to think of something that would suit you just as much as Homura's 'transformation' suited her.

    For a moment, your mind was captured with thoughts of elegant ball gowns, laden with flowers like a rose bush in full bloom.

    It would be Royal, Imperious, Beautiful...and probably an absolute nightmare to fight in, if you were being absolutely honest with yourself.

    That was one thing you hadn't failed to notice when She transformed, that she crackled with magic both offensive and defensive, and upon her wrist sat a shield that shrieked faintly with the sound of tortured space.

    If she had decided you were a Beast, rather than recognise you as the adorable snuggly flower that you were, this would be the armour she would have worn to face you.

    Ball gowns were a no then, much to your disappointment, but you had some ideas that were almost as pretty, and usefully, you knew that you could do all sorts of horrendous violence in them without having to unwind a single tendril.

    You reached out to your ring, and the dress that you were wearing, and in the quiet, secret language which every Great One created to speak to their Dreams, you explain how you would much prefer it to be something new.

    Homura just looks at you with the expression of slightly bemused confusion, which you suppose is fair from her perspective as you rustled and emitted mildly eldritch aromas. No Great One would ever need to be so wasteful with their magic just to change their clothes. You suppose that She has little need for the slow and subtle here, but it rankles nevertheless.

    You savour her expression, as without fanfare, your clothes flow like oil over you before setting into their new form.

    Thanks to your perfume, you know that you can project your smugness up to a radius of several hundred feet if you're feeling particularly obnoxious. Right now, all you need three, but the effect is much the same.

    She rolls her eyes, muttering something about cheating aliens that you don't quite catch, and begins to fiddle around with the gaping wound in space-time she has strapped to her arm.

    Since there didn't seem to be any mirrors around for you to check yourself properly, you decide to show off a little more.

    Budding always feels strange, if only because you aren't entirely sure what your Eyes pass through that allows them to stay connected, and you aren't entirely sure you want to find out.

    It reminds you far too much of that sword that Papa used once, when Uncle Spider came for you. The one that otherwise sits chained in a sheath of rune-scored lead in his workshop, whispering quietly to itself.

    When you asked him about it, afterwards, he called it a 'gate to Nowhere', as if the absence of a place could be a place in itself. You try not to think about it honestly, especially given that everything looks slightly green when you look through the eyes of your Bud.

    With a feeling like an hour's worth of headache compressed into a moment, a fat red flower grows in your palm, the dream-leather of your gloves politely parting to allow your tendrils access.

    Inside sits one of your precious Eyes, and with a wrench, you sever it from its brothers and sisters sitting within you. Well, sort of. With a flick of your wrist, the flower arcs briefly through the air, reaching an apex level with your head before bursting in a shower of petals, revealing...you.

    While both your bodies busy themselves sending tiny tendrils out through their boots to gather up all the petals that you just made a mess of the floor with, you look at yourself appraisingly.

    The outer layers are much the same as the original you copied it from, the practical leather and reinforced fabric of Cainhurst's First Hunter.

    You can taste the metal in the stitching, the smoky taste of the steel thread that would hold everything together despite the claws of Beasts and the abhorrent strength and speed of its wearer. You see silver too, replacing the salamanders picked out in golden thread over your chest with coils of thorn-encrusted vines.

    At your neck, you can feel the gentle pulsing of the red gem from your ring, in tune to the pulsing of pale sap through your roots and vines. You even kept the cravat, though the fabric is stained a faint pink where it sits next to your gem, as if it was leaching the colour out of it.

    And you had a hat. You tilt your head from side to side, wondering if you should have asked Homura for a hand in braiding your hair, before you realised you were being silly and dispatched your Bud to do it instead.

    You give yourself one final look over once you were done.

    It was perfect.

    Its purpose concluded, you intermingle your tendrils, assimilating your Bud back into your true body, and thankfully not leaving any more petals scattered across the floor.

    Well, it was almost perfect, but you could hardly go raid Papa's workshop from here, could you?

    Could you?

    "Err, Homura, you wouldn't happen to know somewhere I could get hold of a small bucket of quicksilver, would you?"

    She looked up from her fiddling, tilted her head in thought for a moment, then reached into her shield-

    You look away, blinding and deafening your tendrils exposed to her. Some things were not meant to be looked upon to closely, even by Great Ones. There was a reason that the only Great Ones to delve into the mysteries of Time and Space either burnt out their minds or were considered deranged by even other Great Ones.

    You shiver as you recall the hooting laughter of Uncle Spider, and turn back to face Homura, who seemed to be utterly nonchalant about her violation of the very fabric of existence.

    In one hand, she held a very tightly sealed flask, with the words 'Hg - 12 fl. oz.' emblazoned on the front along with a lot of very tiny writing. She passes it to you with one of her almost-smiles and a shrug.

    "Used to make my own ammunition, until I realised it took too much time. Don't really use it for anything now, so you can have this one. I've got more of it in there anyway."

    You take the flask, and upon consideration, you engulf her in a hug as a thank you. You feel the increasingly familiar sensation of Homura rolling Her eyes, but she is blessedly free of the jagged tension that filled her outside.

    When you remove yourself from the hug it is with an even split between regret and anticipation, as you switch your monomaniacal focus from snuggling to weaponry.

    You open the flask, and the faint niggle in the back of your head that quicksilver here may bear no relation to what you know as the substance quickly evaporates into happy relief.

    The fumes make you giddy and a tiny bit wobbly, and Homura looks at you with what possibly might be concern. You wave your hand in the universal declaration of 'I'm (almost certainly) fine' and proceed to the next stage of bringing a little bit more of home into this world with you.

    You open your mouth, and m-

    Tick

    The world around you is grey.

    There is no sound, no heat, nothing but the feeling of sap running through yourself.

    It makes you want to scream, if only to affirm that you still exist.

    Homura is standing in front of you, her eyes glassy, but you think you can see hurt behind them. A thin string connects the pair of you.

    The flask of quicksilver is nowhere to be seen.

    "I'm not going to help you if you're just going to endanger yourself."

    "Endanger myself?"

    There is hurt in your voice too, not to mention a certain degree of confusion. Why did she think that you were going to hurt yourself? You just didn't want to make a mess mixing all that lovely quicksilver with your coldblood.

    "How can you know what mercury is and still not see the problem with drinking it?"

    Her tone was incredulous now. If you were of different blood, your hair might have bristled. Instead, your tendrils stared to rustle against each other, shifting like some unseen wind was blowing through you.

    "Anything is dangerous if you don't know what to do with it, but unless you've got a fallen star in that thing on your arm, it's the best way I've got to make myself a weapon I know how to use."

    "By drinking it?"

    "I was taught that bleeding in someone else's house was a rude thing to do."

    She shrugs in resignation, your words clearly not sparking any understanding in her.

    "Fine then. I forgot, Great Ones make no sense at all. Just don't look for pity if you end up dissolving your brain or something."

    "I ca-

    Tick

    You find yourself back in reality, trying not to feel hurt by her words. It isn't her fault that she's forgotten, you keep telling yourself, but it still pains you to be dismissed like that. The quicksilver is back in your hand at least. It is a slim sliver of moonlight, but it is there nevertheless.

    You aren't smiling this time when you drink the quicksilver.

    You see it meld within you, in your secret heart where only your Eyes may reach. For a brief moment, the translucent pink sap that runs through you is laced with red-dappled silver. Then you focus yourself, and get to work.

    Your glove splits at the fingertips, as grey, shining metal is spun out of the tiny filaments there. You lack the siderite that most weapons of your family require, or the time for the rest.

    What you do have, however, is a level of precision undreamt of by artisans, and with a flash of insight, you know what you will make.

    When your awareness returns, you hold a long, wavelike sword in your hand. It is large enough, for your size, that you could reasonably hold it with two hands, but your strength suffices, and you slide it onto your back into a sheath that bends to accommodate it with a sense of satisfaction, however dulled the taste of it might be.

    You see Her leaning against the wall by the door, eyes inscrutable again.

    "Ready to go?"

    You nod in affirmation, words too hot and awkward to be spoken now.

    The rooftops beckon.
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    You will have some time to talk, once you reach your destination.
    What will you say to Her, SV?    ​
     
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    • To simplify things, I have two pre-baked templates for the conversation while you stalk supervise Madoka:
    [x] apologise
    [x] explain
    You can stick with and elaborate off those, or you can come up with your own ideas of what you want to do. Can you successfully re-earn your hug privileges or will Homu remain unsnuggled forever?

    (Yes, I should have probably put this in the original post, but no harm, no foul.)
     
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    [X] Ask how she can be so casual about rending time and space? It's terrifying.
    [X] Maybe she's forgotten about moonlight? Try to explain.
     
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