HymnOfRagnarok
Let's Rock
Thanks, and here's hoping we get to take the simple solution.
Cause really, I do not know why Ruby would be walking around without a Grief Seed when she's needed one instantly and on the spot on multiple occasions now.
Puella Magica Somniabunt Sanguinis [PMMM/Bloodborne]
- Thread starter Origami Clock
- Start date
- Crossover
Thanks, and here's hoping we get to take the simple solution.
Cause really, I do not know why Ruby would be walking around without a Grief Seed when she's needed one instantly and on the spot on multiple occasions now.
Vindictus
XENO
- Location
- Texas
Limited drop item from boss monsters only?
HymnOfRagnarok
Let's Rock
Yeah but Ruby eats Grief, so there's a legitimate question of whether she even can eat one dry.
Even if she did, that just means an emptier Grief Seed for Homura to use, so it's a win-win situation as far as Homura is concerned.
Also some spite; give a filled or partial Grief Seed to her minion instead of Kyubey. And at this point even one of those would be enough to prolong this girl's life.
SaltyWaffles
I am dissapoint, son
- Pronouns
- He/Him
Grief vampire time!
HymnOfRagnarok
Let's Rock
If there's any chance of us using a Grief Seed, even if we need to grab it off of her, I'd rather use that. This girl would probably react poorly to seeing us eat Grief in her present state of mind.
Also, since she loves flowers and nature, it'd be a real tragedy if she died. Especially by Ruby accidentally killing her. Ruby could use a friend that's not Homura, and this looks as good as we'll get.
Dark Abstraction
Infrequent Participant
- Location
- United States
[X] "No no no no no..."
-[X] Rush to her, try to siphon off that dark power, even if all you can do is delay it, you have to try and stop her.
--[X] "What are you doing? Why are you doing this? Please stop!"
-[X] Rush to her, try to siphon off that dark power, even if all you can do is delay it, you have to try and stop her.
--[X] "What are you doing? Why are you doing this? Please stop!"
Vindictus
XENO
- Location
- Texas
[X] Panic
- [X] Nothing hurts in a pleasant dream, right? (Create a Dream)
-- [X] Especially not when you take the bad feelings away! (Eat the Grief)
--- [X] Oh, and you should probably heal those wounds, too. (Gib Blood)
Not going to win, of course, but panicking and going FULL GREAT ONE can't possibly go wrong!
- [X] Nothing hurts in a pleasant dream, right? (Create a Dream)
-- [X] Especially not when you take the bad feelings away! (Eat the Grief)
--- [X] Oh, and you should probably heal those wounds, too. (Gib Blood)
Not going to win, of course, but panicking and going FULL GREAT ONE can't possibly go wrong!
- Location
- USA
[X] "No no no no no..."
-[X] Rush to her, try to siphon off that dark power, even if all you can do is delay it, you have to try and stop her.
--[X] "What are you doing? Don't you know what you're turning into? You have to stop!"
I feel this is very Ruby even if it isn't the meta decision.
-[X] Rush to her, try to siphon off that dark power, even if all you can do is delay it, you have to try and stop her.
--[X] "What are you doing? Don't you know what you're turning into? You have to stop!"
I feel this is very Ruby even if it isn't the meta decision.
King Tharassian
Governor-Militant
- Location
- Victory Bay, Kronus
[X] HymnOfRagnarok
This is a good plan. I like this plan. It is good.
This is a good plan. I like this plan. It is good.
SaltyWaffles
I am dissapoint, son
- Pronouns
- He/Him
I'm not even sure she's conscious, given that she's trying to commit suicide by cutting her arteries. Also, she probably doesn't have a Grief Seed on her, and we might not have the time to look.
HymnOfRagnarok
Let's Rock
Point. Adding.
Considering Ruby's senses we shouldn't need to go digging through her pockets, but I'll make a note.
And as a note if she's not even conscious then appealing to her via dialogue is gonna fail.
- Location
- Somewhere!
- Pronouns
- She/Her
[X] HymnOfRagnarok
Dark Abstraction
Infrequent Participant
- Location
- United States
She's not committing suicide by cutting her wrists, though. She's not dying at all, physically; she's grief-spiraling after realizing that she can't commit suicide, because she's a lich and can't die of bloodloss. The GM literally said this.
Origami Clock
Right twice a day
- Location
- Brighton, UK
Just making myself some tea, then I'll get to writing Hymn's plan into pt. 5.
Transcend the Hunt - pt. 5
Origami Clock
Right twice a day
- Location
- Brighton, UK
Time was the problem here. More than anything else, you could not spare it.
How fortunate that you had an unending source of it, only the other side of a moment from yourself.
It would hurt, you know. The silence that lay between the heartbeats of creation was a void that would tear your mind apart if you remained there too long. Afterwards too, the barbed and acrid flavour of congealed misery that you would have to choke down, to remind yourself of what you must remain.
It would hurt, but it would be worth it, if only to spite the machinations of the vermin that brought her to this terrible choice.
You unfurl yourself just a little, freeing your form to mould and attune itself to the pulsing cosmic membrane of the supernal.
Then, with more mouths than would be otherwise apparent on your form, you howl into the void.
Only the fact that due to all time you'd spent sharing your mind between bodies you'd learnt to focus yourself more keenly saved every Magical Girl in the city from suffering either headaches or full blown panic attacks, depending on their proximity to you. It was a close thing, mind, and one of the reasons that you tried not to talk to Homura like this for anything but emergencies.
Because until Homura grows into something a little more potent, direct mental contact with a Great One, even as one as human as you are trying to be, is somewhat like being body-slammed into a wall by a bellowing lunatic, only for your brain.
"I'm co-
Tick
"-ming. Oh."
Homura is standing next to you, hand reaching up to rest on your shoulder. As you turn to her, her eyes are distant, as if she was assembling a puzzle rather than acting as witness to the imminent birth of a monster.
"So this is who the Rose Garden Witch was…"
She trails off, and without the sound of her voice, the silence that surrounds cuts into you like a thousand tiny shears. You hate it, you hate the coolness in her voice you hate the vermin you hate her youhateyouhateyou-
NOPLEASEICAN'TNOMORE
"…Sorry…I forget sometimes you aren't as used to this as me."
There are specks of light floating in the Witch-Seed as she pulls it back, like stars in the endless night.
"I'm sorry too…this…"
"I know…I presume you want to save her?"
You turn to face her, no inhuman fires boiling up within you, just common, everyday anger at the idea that you could just let someone die in front of you. All she contained was the inverse, weary cynicism, a coldness that you might even accused of being apathy if you didn't see the sheer exhaustion bubbling far below like some abyssal vent.
"Yes."
You might understand her, but that did not by any means require you to be the same as her.
"…Aright…just…when things turn out like this…it's hard to keep them from trying again. I…I know it's not what you want to hear…but you can't save everyone."
I couldn't.
You do not speak on the words she did not say, but an understanding was reached then.
The pair of you step together through the silent garden, a set of drifting islands of green among the endless grey of this place. Feeling the grass bend beneath your feet, you think that you can withstand the silence a little easier now.
Homura stands behind, out of your sight if she needs to draw anything from her shield, while in your hand sits the seed that she had used to drown your endless, inhuman fury as you kneel by the bloodless, grey husk of a girl caught bare moments before the implosion of her soul.
The first thing that makes contact is the seed to her gem, rapaciously devouring the blackness within. At once, she was drawn into the grey eternity that exists between moments, colour spreading over her…well, mostly just her robe, if you were to be honest.
Another thing that you had learned in the last week was the importance of seeming as well as being comforting. You weren't planning on this being a reprise of the Backwards Hug incident any time soon.
You didn't even have to spare even a mote of concentration for lesser flowers to bloom out of your hair, a floral halo that spoke of your power even in the plain wrappings you were currently adorned with.
With your panoply of hidden voices, you build a song of comfort and sympathy, through sub-harmonic and pheromone, aethereal presence and vegetal instinct, you carve a little world of your own for the pair of you.
You hear Homura inhale from the sensation of being on the periphery of such a choir. You even feel your Eyes burn within from the effort of sustaining it, but it was worth it. It would always be worth it.
However deep within herself she has crawled, your song calls to her.
She opens her eyes. They are as green as the first leaves of spring.
"Is this h-"
Her eyes widen at the sight of her gem, sitting whole and bright upon her breast.
"Nonononono"
She grasps at the front of your hoodie with all the strength of a Magical Girl gone near-blind with terror and fury.
"WHAT DID YOU DO?!"
Outside your world, you hear the sound of metal sliding against metal, but neither of you pay it any mind. Nothing as neat and clinical as an ending was being thought of within, if indeed any thought at all was contained.
"Saved you! I saved you from the role those vermin set you out to fulfil!"
At the mention of those white-furred abominations, the summer of her rage passed, leaving nothing but cooling ashes and a despair so raw you could feel the gem close to your hand burn with the sickness of it.
"Too late. I made my wish, and there's no going back. The only thing that was left to me was my choice of endings, and even that…"
She gave a smile so humourless that it almost physically repulsed you. Even your song faltered for a note, before returning with a vengeance, belligerently peaceful, violently empathetic.
"Everything dies! Does that make your flowers less beautiful?"
"It's no-"
"It Is! You Know It Is! If you didn't, why would you grow this garden of yours?"
You see it them, deep within her eyes. The forest might be blasted and bare, but you could see the seeds of something new now, rather than just the desolation of the old.
"You're barely past blossoming, don't you want to see how beautiful you can be before you fade?"
You say it so only the two of you hear, your faces so close together as for your panting breaths to be mingling, the strength of your passions driving your bodies though entirely unnecessary actions.
She releas-
Tick
Homura, now that her duty of standing by your shoulder with violent intent has seemed to become unnecessary, returned to her previous duty. You do not fault her too much for that. Even with all your gnawing, there is only so long time can be postponed without risking the very thing that this girl so feared. You made a note to have one of your bodies hug her insensate as a thank you for this.
With time restarted, she concludes her backwards flop onto what had so very recently been her deathbed, which despite how morbid the idea seems, does look rather comfortable.
"I can't promise anything…I've had poor luck with my agreements with red-eyed magical beings with white hair…I'll try though."
The only thing that kept you from putting all your effort to waste by devouring the one who would dare to compare your regal presence to IT was the fact that the smile she wore on her face was utterly genuine this time. For that, you were willing to tolerate even her infuriating sense of 'humour'.
How fortunate that you had an unending source of it, only the other side of a moment from yourself.
It would hurt, you know. The silence that lay between the heartbeats of creation was a void that would tear your mind apart if you remained there too long. Afterwards too, the barbed and acrid flavour of congealed misery that you would have to choke down, to remind yourself of what you must remain.
It would hurt, but it would be worth it, if only to spite the machinations of the vermin that brought her to this terrible choice.
You unfurl yourself just a little, freeing your form to mould and attune itself to the pulsing cosmic membrane of the supernal.
Then, with more mouths than would be otherwise apparent on your form, you howl into the void.
Only the fact that due to all time you'd spent sharing your mind between bodies you'd learnt to focus yourself more keenly saved every Magical Girl in the city from suffering either headaches or full blown panic attacks, depending on their proximity to you. It was a close thing, mind, and one of the reasons that you tried not to talk to Homura like this for anything but emergencies.
Because until Homura grows into something a little more potent, direct mental contact with a Great One, even as one as human as you are trying to be, is somewhat like being body-slammed into a wall by a bellowing lunatic, only for your brain.
"I'm co-
Tick
"-ming. Oh."
Homura is standing next to you, hand reaching up to rest on your shoulder. As you turn to her, her eyes are distant, as if she was assembling a puzzle rather than acting as witness to the imminent birth of a monster.
"So this is who the Rose Garden Witch was…"
She trails off, and without the sound of her voice, the silence that surrounds cuts into you like a thousand tiny shears. You hate it, you hate the coolness in her voice you hate the vermin you hate her youhateyouhateyou-
NOPLEASEICAN'TNOMORE
"…Sorry…I forget sometimes you aren't as used to this as me."
There are specks of light floating in the Witch-Seed as she pulls it back, like stars in the endless night.
"I'm sorry too…this…"
"I know…I presume you want to save her?"
You turn to face her, no inhuman fires boiling up within you, just common, everyday anger at the idea that you could just let someone die in front of you. All she contained was the inverse, weary cynicism, a coldness that you might even accused of being apathy if you didn't see the sheer exhaustion bubbling far below like some abyssal vent.
"Yes."
You might understand her, but that did not by any means require you to be the same as her.
"…Aright…just…when things turn out like this…it's hard to keep them from trying again. I…I know it's not what you want to hear…but you can't save everyone."
I couldn't.
You do not speak on the words she did not say, but an understanding was reached then.
The pair of you step together through the silent garden, a set of drifting islands of green among the endless grey of this place. Feeling the grass bend beneath your feet, you think that you can withstand the silence a little easier now.
Homura stands behind, out of your sight if she needs to draw anything from her shield, while in your hand sits the seed that she had used to drown your endless, inhuman fury as you kneel by the bloodless, grey husk of a girl caught bare moments before the implosion of her soul.
The first thing that makes contact is the seed to her gem, rapaciously devouring the blackness within. At once, she was drawn into the grey eternity that exists between moments, colour spreading over her…well, mostly just her robe, if you were to be honest.
Another thing that you had learned in the last week was the importance of seeming as well as being comforting. You weren't planning on this being a reprise of the Backwards Hug incident any time soon.
You didn't even have to spare even a mote of concentration for lesser flowers to bloom out of your hair, a floral halo that spoke of your power even in the plain wrappings you were currently adorned with.
With your panoply of hidden voices, you build a song of comfort and sympathy, through sub-harmonic and pheromone, aethereal presence and vegetal instinct, you carve a little world of your own for the pair of you.
You hear Homura inhale from the sensation of being on the periphery of such a choir. You even feel your Eyes burn within from the effort of sustaining it, but it was worth it. It would always be worth it.
However deep within herself she has crawled, your song calls to her.
She opens her eyes. They are as green as the first leaves of spring.
"Is this h-"
Her eyes widen at the sight of her gem, sitting whole and bright upon her breast.
"Nonononono"
She grasps at the front of your hoodie with all the strength of a Magical Girl gone near-blind with terror and fury.
"WHAT DID YOU DO?!"
Outside your world, you hear the sound of metal sliding against metal, but neither of you pay it any mind. Nothing as neat and clinical as an ending was being thought of within, if indeed any thought at all was contained.
"Saved you! I saved you from the role those vermin set you out to fulfil!"
At the mention of those white-furred abominations, the summer of her rage passed, leaving nothing but cooling ashes and a despair so raw you could feel the gem close to your hand burn with the sickness of it.
"Too late. I made my wish, and there's no going back. The only thing that was left to me was my choice of endings, and even that…"
She gave a smile so humourless that it almost physically repulsed you. Even your song faltered for a note, before returning with a vengeance, belligerently peaceful, violently empathetic.
"Everything dies! Does that make your flowers less beautiful?"
"It's no-"
"It Is! You Know It Is! If you didn't, why would you grow this garden of yours?"
You see it them, deep within her eyes. The forest might be blasted and bare, but you could see the seeds of something new now, rather than just the desolation of the old.
"You're barely past blossoming, don't you want to see how beautiful you can be before you fade?"
You say it so only the two of you hear, your faces so close together as for your panting breaths to be mingling, the strength of your passions driving your bodies though entirely unnecessary actions.
She releas-
Tick
Homura, now that her duty of standing by your shoulder with violent intent has seemed to become unnecessary, returned to her previous duty. You do not fault her too much for that. Even with all your gnawing, there is only so long time can be postponed without risking the very thing that this girl so feared. You made a note to have one of your bodies hug her insensate as a thank you for this.
With time restarted, she concludes her backwards flop onto what had so very recently been her deathbed, which despite how morbid the idea seems, does look rather comfortable.
"I can't promise anything…I've had poor luck with my agreements with red-eyed magical beings with white hair…I'll try though."
The only thing that kept you from putting all your effort to waste by devouring the one who would dare to compare your regal presence to IT was the fact that the smile she wore on her face was utterly genuine this time. For that, you were willing to tolerate even her infuriating sense of 'humour'.
--
She's alive, so that's a start.
What now, SV?
She's alive, so that's a start.
What now, SV?
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- Location
- Somewhere!
- Pronouns
- She/Her
Awww, we're a softie.
So okay, this is damage control done, how do we keep that momentum up? Do we take her somewhere, or ask where she's living? I don't know if we should leave her alone unless we have to.
- Location
- The Surface Of A Hostile Planet
[x] She's a gardener, you're a flower. It's time to talk Plants.
-[x] You have some strong opinions on artificial fertilizers you've been making to share..!
-[x] You have some strong opinions on artificial fertilizers you've been making to share..!
HymnOfRagnarok
Let's Rock
WOO!
So glad I added the HomuSignal. That was even a pretty damned epic call. It might tip our hand to Kyubey a bit, but totally worth it!
I am kinda curious what other solutions there are though.
Wow are we actually making appreciable progress through a Grief Seed?
Ruby really needs a more balanced diet.
To get the ball rolling a bit, for at least the immediate actions:
[ ] "Thank you. And if it ever feels like it's getting to be too much, please, please tell me. I'll always be here to help."
[ ] She's a gardener, you're a flower. It's time to talk Plants.
[ ] Once she seems to be feeling better, gently ask her if there's somewhere she needs to be.
-[ ] Also she needs healing. She's lost entirely too much blood. Hopefully she can heal herself, or you may need to seek out alternative methods.
EDIT: Changed wording in later vote
And steal a line from Redshirt, cause that is a good idea to unwind.
Considering having ask her if there's somewhere she needs to be before the plant talk, but....honestly, since she was planning on dying, I suspect the answer is no. But I'd be willing to switch it around if need be.
So glad I added the HomuSignal. That was even a pretty damned epic call. It might tip our hand to Kyubey a bit, but totally worth it!
I am kinda curious what other solutions there are though.
Wow are we actually making appreciable progress through a Grief Seed?
Ruby really needs a more balanced diet.
To get the ball rolling a bit, for at least the immediate actions:
[ ] "Thank you. And if it ever feels like it's getting to be too much, please, please tell me. I'll always be here to help."
[ ] She's a gardener, you're a flower. It's time to talk Plants.
[ ] Once she seems to be feeling better, gently ask her if there's somewhere she needs to be.
-[ ] Also she needs healing. She's lost entirely too much blood. Hopefully she can heal herself, or you may need to seek out alternative methods.
EDIT: Changed wording in later vote
And steal a line from Redshirt, cause that is a good idea to unwind.
Considering having ask her if there's somewhere she needs to be before the plant talk, but....honestly, since she was planning on dying, I suspect the answer is no. But I'd be willing to switch it around if need be.
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Spectral Waltz
Scatterbrained Writer
- Location
- Walking the Endless Corridors
[X] "Thank you. And if it ever feels like it's getting to be too much, please, please tell me. I'll do my best to be here to help."
[X] She's a gardener, you're a flower. It's time to talk Plants.
[X] Once she seems to be feeling better, gently ask her if there's somewhere she needs to be.
This seems a good start, I may revise later once I've had more time to think on it though.
[X] She's a gardener, you're a flower. It's time to talk Plants.
[X] Once she seems to be feeling better, gently ask her if there's somewhere she needs to be.
This seems a good start, I may revise later once I've had more time to think on it though.
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- Location
- Florida
I feel like saying we're always be there to help is a bit much, especially when we're already committed to helping Homura. We can't just keep making those kinds of promises to every magical girl down on her luck.
- Location
- Somewhere!
- Pronouns
- She/Her
Would switching it to something like "You don't have to be alone" or "don't have to do this alone" soften the promise a bit?
It might be reading into it to assume she didn't have friends supporting her who knew, but it's not a huge guess, and that makes it less of a guarantee that we could fall short of.
It might be reading into it to assume she didn't have friends supporting her who knew, but it's not a huge guess, and that makes it less of a guarantee that we could fall short of.