King Tharassian
Governor-Militant
- Location
- Victory Bay, Kronus
The main question with regards to Eyes- Auntie Kos's favourite- is whether we can increase the number we can use in the long term.
Puella Magica Somniabunt Sanguinis [PMMM/Bloodborne]
- Thread starter Origami Clock
- Start date
- Crossover
Pfft. The only one who can put out more raw "Fuck You!" than us is Mami throwing out Trio Finale as hard as she can. And Homura with a Nuke I think.
... And Madoka, but that's a loss condition, so eh.
As Hunters. Maybe. If we can figure that out and then teach them to tap into their own power. Or just the latter?
*Shrug*
Not really? They're capacitors/batteries. And foci. And we can give them to others to use as Augurs, so yes, we do need more.
SaltyWaffles
I am dissapoint, son
- Pronouns
- He/Him
Considering how Mami has never been enough to kill Walpurgisnacht (not even close), that's not saying much. And Homura nuking Walpurgisnacht is kinda out of the question, since doing so would probably kill Madoka, too.
Hunters? Hunters are...not all that powerful. The most powerful thing a Hunter can do is a miniature version of A Call Beyond. Beyond that, they can shoot guns and use melee weapons...Homura can shoot guns better than any Hunter, and Kyouko is so much better at melee it's not even funny. Then again, Ruby's capabilities thus far are about on par with a magical girl's. But still, I'm not really getting how Madoka as a Hunter is supposed to work, what with the whole "she's as powerful as the Great One that's the sun" thing.
I seriously hope it's the latter explanation.
You can charge capacitors and batteries to use for when you need them. If you have 50 batteries, but you only need 14 batteries to operate at a normal level, then you have 36 batteries' worth of power to use for emergencies or extra power in combat. But because we need 14 batteries to operate normally and, for some reason, we can only handle about 15 or so, we have a whopping total of one extra battery's worth of power to work with. Which is really dumb, and it doesn't really make sense anyway. If they're capacitors/batteries, and our current output is fixed, shouldn't we be able to acquire more batteries, and then charge those extra batteries in our spare time, so we can use their stored power when we need them?
15 is the max we can hold at full charge. And you're ignoring that they are also Foci for our powers.
*Looks at our Dad* ...Yyyyeeeeeaaaaahhhhhh. You sure you don't want to revise that? Especially since they regularly kill things that are supposed to be more powerful than them.
Is that entirely true, though? Gameplay and story segregation can be a thing, you know. Exact capability could possibly be limited by the game engine and gameplay. But I don't know much about Bloodborne, so you could be right.
King Tharassian
Governor-Militant
- Location
- Victory Bay, Kronus
Tell that to Amygdala/ Uncle Spider. And Ebrietas. And the Orphan of Kos. And Mergo's Wet Nurse. And literally every other Lovecraftian cosmic-scale terror Papa killed in Yharnam. Not to mention Lady Maria and Gehrman, who were warriors without peer in Bloodborne. The Good Hunter may be the pinnacle of what Hunters can achieve, but that means that other hunters can get there too. Remember: The Moon Presence needed Hunters to fight off the Great Ones, and if certain quotes are taken into account, the Hunt repeated every night. And it worked.
Hunters may not start out as powerhouses, but they can become nigh-indestructible living whirlwinds of death that heal from all the blood they get on themselves, and wield weapons that likely cause infection and disease simply due to not being washed.
They are designed to kill things on par with Cthulhu, if not Nyarlathotep. They hardly fit "not all that powerful."
EDIT/ADDITION/PS: And let's not forget: if we acted as patron to any Hunter-in training, it would likely be after we have our own Dream, and therefore once we understand the Incubators and Witches more fully. Thus, the Hunters we make would likely add resurrective immortality to that list.
PSS: As mentioned above, Gameplay/story segregation is almost certainly in full effect in BB. Unless bullets and lightning in the world in which Yharnam exists move at vastly slower speeds than in the real world, we can assume that the presence of those mechanics implies that Hunters are, in fact, able to run at supersonic speeds, strike faster than you can blink, and dodge bullets and lightning.
PSSS: Seriously. Do we know if we can increase our base maximum Eye count?
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Origami Clock
Right twice a day
- Location
- Brighton, UK
The cap isn't hard, it's just that it takes more and more time to fill all of them up with power. Increasing your own personal power requires filing yourself with echoes and other forms of magic. Eating magic-infused grief from grief seeds is doing just that, but it is a rather slow method, and it's not entirely pleasant for Ruby either.
Blood Echoes, after all, are little more than the residual will of the orignial 'donor', entangled with the magic within so much that the boundry between what was magic and what was person have entirely broken down. It's my own headcanon regarding Hunters that they got so powerful because they assimilated all the strengths and talents of those they defeated.
Coursework proceeding well, btw, I might even have an update up before today starts being tomorrow if I'm lucky.
King Tharassian
Governor-Militant
- Location
- Victory Bay, Kronus
Oh! Okay then! Thank you!
SaltyWaffles
I am dissapoint, son
- Pronouns
- He/Him
Why can't we just eat Grief from the Soul Gems of magical girls, then? There's literally nothing distinguishing between the Grief and Grief Seeds and the Grief in Soul Gems--indeed, an MG simply dumps her Grief into a Grief Seed several times over (on average) before giving it away to Kyubey.
It also doesn't really explain why Ruby needs to use Grief Seeds to deal with the Grief that she generates. After all, she should be able to just eat it herself, right?
And where the hell are we going to get blood echoes in the PMMM-verse, if not from Witches? Killing innocent people is obviously not an option, and that basically leaves nothing but Witches and Familiars.
Also, why would losing X number of batteries hurt our power output so much if the batteries are just storage devices for our own (excess) power output?
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- Location
- Canada
It's been said that we can learn to eat it directly from magical girls, so it's not that we can't, it's just something we either don't know about IC to do, or it's something that isn't safe for us to do until we learn how to do it properly (which would be understandable, since eating something directly out of someone else's soul sounds like it has more than a little potential to go catastrophically wrong).
We aren't using Grief Seeds to deal with Grief, we aren't a Magical Girl and don't generate waste like that. We're using Grief as a source of Humanity, shocking our increasingly Eldricth and insane thought patterns back into a more human state by exposing ourselves to raw undiluted human suffering.
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Dark Abstraction
Infrequent Participant
- Location
- United States
Ruby doesn't generate Grief. She is a Great One and both thinks and acts in incomprehensible eldritch ways; consuming Grief is basically giving herself an infusion of raw, concentrated humanity, which helps her think and act in ways more understandable to humans. Her default nature is still a Great One, however, and reasserts itself over time; thus, to continue being able to think and act in more human manners, she needs periodic infusions of humanity via imbibing Grief.
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Origami Clock
Right twice a day
- Location
- Brighton, UK
Blood Echoes come from anything that has magic and emotion. The greater the magic, and the more vivid and varied the emotions, the greater the power Ruby can gain from them.
Batteries matter because as a baby Great One, Ruby's recharge rate isn't fast enough that she can really depend on it, and Eyes are the only way she can store it. Plus, the most common way that Ruby can 'lose' Eyes is through Budding, which both requires donating an eye to act as a sub-brain/relay from her clone to herself, and uses magic to keep her Bud alive despite being disconected from her.
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Origami Clock
Right twice a day
- Location
- Brighton, UK
Was not lucky, just come back from handing in coursework now, half an hour to go before I've pulled a full 24 hours without sleep. To reward you all for your patience, when I crawl out of bed to post the update tonight you're getting an XL sized one by way of an apology.
- Location
- The Garden
It's perfectly fine. Your update schedule has been pretty consistent and fast as it is, also keep in mind that some quests here can take weeks to update. We can handle what could be considered a very short delay.
King Tharassian
Governor-Militant
- Location
- Victory Bay, Kronus
We've all been there. I'm sure everyone understands.
Origami Clock
Right twice a day
- Location
- Brighton, UK
NB: due to a few very unfortunate dice rolls on Druid Girl's behalf, the update has had to be split in two. She got hit by one of the truth bombs, and she took it...poorly.
Transcend the Hunt - pt. 4
Origami Clock
Right twice a day
- Location
- Brighton, UK
One brief bout of mimed apologies and farewells later, the newly formed quartet had vanished into the swarm of teenagers flowing through the school gates. Your bud watches them until they pass through the doors while you sidestep out of the press, the glossy lump pressed to your ear, not to mention a fluid speed borne of lacking anything as limiting as joints, or bones for that matter, enabling you to slip out of the herd relatively unnoticed.
Once you were there, the only thing that you had left to do here was to find a suitable alley that you could use to climb up and join your other half upon the rooftops. Though it would probably be a sensible idea to change your outfit to one slightly less likely to draw attention.
Your efforts to raid Homura's wardrobe for insight into the styles of this world had met with…dubious success, but you had better luck with the 'research expedition' that followed, which was partly a piece of devious manipulation to give Homura something to do that wasn't cleaning guns or supervising children all day, and partly you just getting bored having to wear the same things all the time.
You dipped out of sight into the mouth of an empty alley, and with no more dramatic flair than a slight pout of concentration, your outfit shifts from the starched confines of a school uniform to a comfortably shapeless grey hoodie, along with leggings of a similar shade.
Generic clothing of someone being vaguely active, while also being perfect for lazing about vegetating. The only thing that it wasn't good at was being at all noticeable. All in all, it couldn't be better suited to what you had planned for this morning.
Today, you were hunting.
Well, technically.
Almost hunting.
Not that there wasn't a horrible monster or two lurking within the city that Homura wouldn't mind vanishing and you appearing looking quite full afterwards, but that wasn't what you were after today.
What was the word you were looking for? You were trying to track down magical beings, who may or may not be violent, paranoid or so sodden with grief that you didn't really have a suitable frame of reference to describe it other than Double-Homura, but you were hardly going to nibble on their souls once you found them.
Well…not if they didn't ask you to. It wasn't like all that grief tasted very pleasant in any case, and you didn't really want to risk accidentally drinking some bits of them they might still want unless they were about to pop like a horror-filled blister on the skin of reality.
Reverse housewarming?
Since all this thinking about meta-linguistics was starting to make your head throb, you promptly decide to stop pondering yourself inside out and make a start on finding some more cute girls to snuggle and/or recruit to your nascent pogrom of Incubator genocide.
Letting your Bud diminish in your awareness, you cast your senses outwards as you approach the tall clustered rows of buildings that marked the city centre, all focused around the shopping centre, sitting in the heart of the city, round and glistening as a frog egg.
The more rarefied of your senses pick up a chorus of little sounds, a susurrus of tiny potentials that may grow up one day to something great. If they are allowed the luxury of growing up of course.
As for the beautiful albeit half-blossomed sights of Magical Girls who had had their potentials broken open and supped upon by the vermin, there was but one. One that you could see, at least, at the distances you were feeling across, it would not be beyond belief for a particularly subtle power to slip your notice.
Her power smelt of rain-battered leaves, of the must and musk of a forest's heart. She felt like a flower does when it withers away, purpose unfulfilled. Your tendrils twitched in unhappiness and sympathy, for the suffering of one so like yourself.
You were going to give her so many hugs, that you were certain of.
It isn't so many steps from where you are to where she is, and you practically fly as you take them.
You vault over one rooftop entirely in your haste, dropping down from the sky onto the rooftop inhabited by your…you really need to think of a better word for this that prey, don't you?
Strangely enough, your feet do not make a sound when you land. This is because rather than landing on yet another expanse of concrete, you have found yourself within a garden. The magic is so faint as to be barely there, only enough to sustain the fleeting life of your surroundings a little more. By tomorrow, this would all be dust, but today, the air was sweet with perfume, and heavy rose blooms nodded at you in kinship.
The reason for all of this is lying on what would be the middle of the rooftop, on a soft, springy mattress of grass and moss. Buried within an ornately stitched green robe lay a girl with skin that should not be as pale as it is.
There is a smell of blood in the air, but no sign of it bar a smear adorning a silver sickle that looks like it had been spun of moonlight, glistening like no metal should.
Cupped in her hands was a jewel of the deepest green, wrapped in barbed strands of silver. You can see the darkness rising in it with every moment passing.
Comprehension cut at you as the scene made itself clear. This girl had made herself a beautiful place, sustaining it with the last dregs of her power, then sought an ending therein.
Suicide was a common vice amongst the eldest Great Ones, understandable even, after eons of life and the vicissitudes of fate.
But this…
Once you were there, the only thing that you had left to do here was to find a suitable alley that you could use to climb up and join your other half upon the rooftops. Though it would probably be a sensible idea to change your outfit to one slightly less likely to draw attention.
Your efforts to raid Homura's wardrobe for insight into the styles of this world had met with…dubious success, but you had better luck with the 'research expedition' that followed, which was partly a piece of devious manipulation to give Homura something to do that wasn't cleaning guns or supervising children all day, and partly you just getting bored having to wear the same things all the time.
You dipped out of sight into the mouth of an empty alley, and with no more dramatic flair than a slight pout of concentration, your outfit shifts from the starched confines of a school uniform to a comfortably shapeless grey hoodie, along with leggings of a similar shade.
Generic clothing of someone being vaguely active, while also being perfect for lazing about vegetating. The only thing that it wasn't good at was being at all noticeable. All in all, it couldn't be better suited to what you had planned for this morning.
Today, you were hunting.
Well, technically.
Almost hunting.
Not that there wasn't a horrible monster or two lurking within the city that Homura wouldn't mind vanishing and you appearing looking quite full afterwards, but that wasn't what you were after today.
What was the word you were looking for? You were trying to track down magical beings, who may or may not be violent, paranoid or so sodden with grief that you didn't really have a suitable frame of reference to describe it other than Double-Homura, but you were hardly going to nibble on their souls once you found them.
Well…not if they didn't ask you to. It wasn't like all that grief tasted very pleasant in any case, and you didn't really want to risk accidentally drinking some bits of them they might still want unless they were about to pop like a horror-filled blister on the skin of reality.
Reverse housewarming?
Since all this thinking about meta-linguistics was starting to make your head throb, you promptly decide to stop pondering yourself inside out and make a start on finding some more cute girls to snuggle and/or recruit to your nascent pogrom of Incubator genocide.
Their magic might be so immature as to be practically stillborn, and unpleasantly focused on negative emotions, but that was the fault of the vermin, not them, and there were a lot more of them than there could ever be of you, provided you liked having a functional mind of course.
Your Bud, now that your four charges would be staying still for some time, unwrapped the grey tarpaulin parcel that you put there yesterday for this very purpose. You still have no idea just why Homura had a deck chair within her spatial vortex, though you suspect it hasn't seen some use for quite a long time.
As you scramble up the walls of the alley like spring ivy to reach that thoroughfare of magical beings, the rooftop, your Bud proceeds to sink into their seat and doze, its eyes useless at this moment, though a good dozen other senses have been honed on the school, and those four precious sparks of magic within them.
You see the signs of other Magical Girls within the school as well. A pair of flames, one golden and steady, shining like a candle on the edge of sleep, the other blue and wild, burning co-
NonONOnoNONONONONONO
Both your bodies sputter and wretch, and if you had stomachs you would have emptied them. Your head pounds with the effort of preventing your comprehension. It had been a close call, far closer than you could ever be comfortable with.
It…it was almost like Homura in some ways, that unknowable flame. Was this what happened when an Exalted One was devoured before even the first stirrings of their power?
You would have to tell Homura about this later. As for now, it isn't just a desire to be about your duties that propels you as you launch yourself from rooftop to rooftop towards the city centre.
If you could just find a big monster with too many limbs and razor sharp teeth it would be very much appreciated. You needed something nice and simple to sink your teeth into, rather than need to wander around half-blind just in case you see something that pops your sanity like a soap bubble in the rain.Your Bud, now that your four charges would be staying still for some time, unwrapped the grey tarpaulin parcel that you put there yesterday for this very purpose. You still have no idea just why Homura had a deck chair within her spatial vortex, though you suspect it hasn't seen some use for quite a long time.
As you scramble up the walls of the alley like spring ivy to reach that thoroughfare of magical beings, the rooftop, your Bud proceeds to sink into their seat and doze, its eyes useless at this moment, though a good dozen other senses have been honed on the school, and those four precious sparks of magic within them.
You see the signs of other Magical Girls within the school as well. A pair of flames, one golden and steady, shining like a candle on the edge of sleep, the other blue and wild, burning co-
NonONOnoNONONONONONO
Both your bodies sputter and wretch, and if you had stomachs you would have emptied them. Your head pounds with the effort of preventing your comprehension. It had been a close call, far closer than you could ever be comfortable with.
It…it was almost like Homura in some ways, that unknowable flame. Was this what happened when an Exalted One was devoured before even the first stirrings of their power?
You would have to tell Homura about this later. As for now, it isn't just a desire to be about your duties that propels you as you launch yourself from rooftop to rooftop towards the city centre.
Letting your Bud diminish in your awareness, you cast your senses outwards as you approach the tall clustered rows of buildings that marked the city centre, all focused around the shopping centre, sitting in the heart of the city, round and glistening as a frog egg.
The more rarefied of your senses pick up a chorus of little sounds, a susurrus of tiny potentials that may grow up one day to something great. If they are allowed the luxury of growing up of course.
As for the beautiful albeit half-blossomed sights of Magical Girls who had had their potentials broken open and supped upon by the vermin, there was but one. One that you could see, at least, at the distances you were feeling across, it would not be beyond belief for a particularly subtle power to slip your notice.
Her power smelt of rain-battered leaves, of the must and musk of a forest's heart. She felt like a flower does when it withers away, purpose unfulfilled. Your tendrils twitched in unhappiness and sympathy, for the suffering of one so like yourself.
You were going to give her so many hugs, that you were certain of.
It isn't so many steps from where you are to where she is, and you practically fly as you take them.
You vault over one rooftop entirely in your haste, dropping down from the sky onto the rooftop inhabited by your…you really need to think of a better word for this that prey, don't you?
Strangely enough, your feet do not make a sound when you land. This is because rather than landing on yet another expanse of concrete, you have found yourself within a garden. The magic is so faint as to be barely there, only enough to sustain the fleeting life of your surroundings a little more. By tomorrow, this would all be dust, but today, the air was sweet with perfume, and heavy rose blooms nodded at you in kinship.
The reason for all of this is lying on what would be the middle of the rooftop, on a soft, springy mattress of grass and moss. Buried within an ornately stitched green robe lay a girl with skin that should not be as pale as it is.
There is a smell of blood in the air, but no sign of it bar a smear adorning a silver sickle that looks like it had been spun of moonlight, glistening like no metal should.
Cupped in her hands was a jewel of the deepest green, wrapped in barbed strands of silver. You can see the darkness rising in it with every moment passing.
Comprehension cut at you as the scene made itself clear. This girl had made herself a beautiful place, sustaining it with the last dregs of her power, then sought an ending therein.
Suicide was a common vice amongst the eldest Great Ones, understandable even, after eons of life and the vicissitudes of fate.
But this…
There was no time to think. She had not known about the unnatural vitality her pact had granted her, and now she was minutes from becoming an abominable, twisted reflection of all that she was.
--
Her Soul is dying in front of you, SV.
What do you do?
Her Soul is dying in front of you, SV.
What do you do?
Spectral Waltz
Scatterbrained Writer
- Location
- Walking the Endless Corridors
Grab it and start sucking the grief out of her soulgem? We can do that right? I can't imagine trying to talk first would really help in this situation.
Cleanse first, ask questions later no?
Cleanse first, ask questions later no?
kinigget
Best Demon
- Location
- People's Republic of Portland
I don't think even Ruby's aggressively cheerful nature is going to put an end to this spiral on its own
[X] attempt to drain Grief without munching on her soul
-[X] If that goes well, ask her what the hell she thinks she's doing giving in like that
--[X] offer revenge on the creature that deceived her
Either this works and we save her, or we accidentally her soul and learn from our mistake
Either way, progress!
[X] attempt to drain Grief without munching on her soul
-[X] If that goes well, ask her what the hell she thinks she's doing giving in like that
--[X] offer revenge on the creature that deceived her
Either this works and we save her, or we accidentally her soul and learn from our mistake
Either way, progress!
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I'm not sure we can do it fast enough? Might delay it... Might the Witch Bomb actually help? In a "Please stay strong for a little while longer for the sake of _______"?
- Location
- The Surface Of A Hostile Planet
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Origami Clock
Right twice a day
- Location
- Brighton, UK
I was wondering when someone would finally guess correctly why I needed those pictures of druidic magical girls.
Spectral Waltz
Scatterbrained Writer
- Location
- Walking the Endless Corridors
Talk and cleanse at the same time then.