Olive
Silent Princess
Well certainly someone in that sordid threesome won't stop harping on.
Puella Magica Somniabunt Sanguinis [PMMM/Bloodborne]
- Thread starter Origami Clock
- Start date
- Crossover
King Tharassian
Governor-Militant
- Location
- Victory Bay, Kronus
.....
Oh.
You set that up!
That pun was literally physically painful!
....
Ow.
HymnOfRagnarok
Let's Rock
HymnOfRagnarok
Let's Rock
Hey hey hey, don't worry, we'd never have that many puns. It'll all be over soon. You just need to...
*puts on sunglasses*
Cellout.
I am terribly sorry for being a lyre.
King Tharassian
Governor-Militant
- Location
- Victory Bay, Kronus
Like that one (many) time (times) in Anderson Quest? 
Transcend the Hunt - pt. 7
Origami Clock
Right twice a day
- Location
- Brighton, UK
Now, normally if you were sprawled out in a garden bared to the sun, you'd already be feeling comfortably full about now, but what shone down upon you was not your sun. It did little more than warm your exterior, and until that little pink-haired egg hatched and assumed her rightful pace in the world, that was all it would do.
So, all things being equal, seeking out somewhere to eat did sound like a rather good suggestion at this point.
However, that did mean that you would have to get up, meaning that you would no longer be as comfy as you were lying on this springy verdant bed.
"Mmmm"
Your mind currently floating in a warm bath of content and utter idleness, you lack the capacity for a more eloquent reply. You loosen your hold enough for her to wriggle free, the most that your recalcitrant limbs are willing to cooperate with the command to release her.
Of course, all things cannot last forever. When she scrabbles her way to her feet, you watch through half-lidded eyes as with a single inhalation of magical power, her garden, and indeed, her magical costume, return to where they were called from, in the depths of her soul.
You bounced against the bare concrete, your expression switching from dozy bliss to an affronted pout fierce enough to blister paint at twenty yards in an instant. Sadly, that availed you nought, only strengthening the sadistic cheeriness of her expression.
It was only when she leant down to ruffle your hair that your indignation finally burned away the last remnants of your cosiness and you forced yourself to your feet. You have a singularly unimpressed expression on your face, which seems to dent her sudden enthusiasm not a bit.
"What? You were the one behaving like a grumpy cat, it's not my fault if it makes you irresistible to head-pat."
Your scowl is adulterated with a not inconsiderable quantity of bafflement at that, but it doesn't stop you from internally vowing to seek revenge for this at some point. You may be adorable, but there were standards. You will not be treated like an overgrown ball of fluff and narcissistic sociopathy.
"…"
"Come on, don't be like that. As a sign of my remorse, you can pick where we eat."
"…alright, I suppose."
Somewhat mollified, you walk over to the edge of the roof and look down, seeing the alley below was more or less clear.
"Hey, wha-"
The rest of what she has to say is lost in the sound of rushing wind as you drop like a stone down into the alley, a little magic and your own innate preternaturally durable biology ensuring that rather than making a mess on your landing, you return to earth with nothing more than a heavy thump.
You dust your knees off and climb to your feet, craning your neck back to see the fluttering pink outline of her, looking down from the rooftop not so very far above. For a moment, she stood on the edge, hands balled into fists and a faint grimace on her face, before she stepped forward and attempted to do the same as you.
Of course, she was slightly less practiced with her magic than you, as well as being burdened with a needlessly rigid internal structure, so you really should have expected it when the force of her landing bounced her off her feet and straight into you like a turtleneck-clad cruise missile.
The sounds that you made on your collision were less than dignified, though at least you didn't produce anything as nearly as high-pitched as her surprised squeak when you wrapped your arms around her to keep her from ricocheting off of you and onto the rather less yielding surfaces around you.
You released her once you were sure that she wasn't going to fall over as soon as you did so, letting her lean her back against a wall and hold her head until the world stopped spinning quite so fast.
"Um…not to be rude, but how did you manage to get up to the roof? That looked like you'd never done that before."
"I was going up, going down would mean that I was doing it wrong. How'd you do that so easily? It felt like my stomach was going to come out of my nose coming down."
You suspect that now is not the best time to mention that you do not in fact have a stomach, or indeed, any significant internal organs other than your core, but you suspect that the lesson in comparative anatomy could be held at a better time than when you were planning to eat.
So instead, you go back to your rehearsals for your role as 'cool and mysterious sempai', and shrug nonchalantly. Though this bit you'd be cribbing from the parts that Homura had labelled CONTINGENCIES and annotated to almost illegibility with things that either must or must not happen to avoid terrible fates.
For some of them, you struggle to work out which is which, but then again, a not insignificant number of them refer to another document named only as Acc./Inesc. Losses, so you're not entirely sure you want to know, truthfully.
"Practice, mostly. It's sort of the opposite thing, magically, as well. Instead of being fast and light, you want to be slow and heavy, so you don't land as hard or get bounced off your feet."
"Yeah, well one out of two isn't bad I suppose. I think I can walk now, so can we get out of this alley please? Reminds me too much of home."
You walk out of the alleyway, and most likely due to the fact that you happen to be in the city centre and whoever was responsible for planning its layout was one of those sensible, boring sorts who tend not to fill the heart of their metropolis with gothic manses and cathedrals stacked atop each other in an orgy of baroque insanity, you find yourself near some rather useful places containing things people might want.
In this case, what you wanted was food, and the city was perfectly willing to supply it. All you needed were the correct pieces of paper, which Homura was happy to enable you with. You suppose it was handy to have a friend who had managed to accumulate sufficient bits of paper that she has completely lost count of how much she has, and having seen her filing system, you know that must have taken a not-insignificant amount of effort on her part.
A bell rings as you enter, and for a moment, you are utterly paralysed by the choices put in front of you. Not to mention the effect that the fog of scents emanating from the paper packets and hissing machinery behind the counter on you, to wit, bypassing your consciousness entirely and whispering terrible seductive things to your less socially acceptable impulses.
Then a hand grabs your arm and you are mostly returned to the world as you are lead into the queue for the counter.
"You know, when you're asked what you want, it's considered poor manners to shout 'everything!' and dive mouth-first into the cake display."
"I wouldn't."
"I saw that look on your face just then…oh?"
Suddenly, the smug in her expression was substituted with awkwardness and a little embarrassment, though you could still see the smug lurking beneath, specifically beneath two spots of red on her cheeks and a look on her face that looks faintly familiar to that of someone who has just sat down, only to realise that their chair is no longer beneath them.
"Sorry…I have no idea how, especially since…everything…but I don't think I ever got your name."
"Oh, no need to be sorry, it was all a bit of a blur, wasn't it. I'm Ruby."
"So forward. Well I suppose it's fair enough, considering. Name's Rika. Pleasure to meet you, Ruby-chan."
You look up, and find that aside from an old man who seems to be very earnestly ignoring the both of you, you are almost at the front of the queue. Now would probably be a good time to decide on what to get, if only to spare yourself more sarcastic remarks from Rika.
So, all things being equal, seeking out somewhere to eat did sound like a rather good suggestion at this point.
However, that did mean that you would have to get up, meaning that you would no longer be as comfy as you were lying on this springy verdant bed.
"Mmmm"
Your mind currently floating in a warm bath of content and utter idleness, you lack the capacity for a more eloquent reply. You loosen your hold enough for her to wriggle free, the most that your recalcitrant limbs are willing to cooperate with the command to release her.
Of course, all things cannot last forever. When she scrabbles her way to her feet, you watch through half-lidded eyes as with a single inhalation of magical power, her garden, and indeed, her magical costume, return to where they were called from, in the depths of her soul.
You bounced against the bare concrete, your expression switching from dozy bliss to an affronted pout fierce enough to blister paint at twenty yards in an instant. Sadly, that availed you nought, only strengthening the sadistic cheeriness of her expression.
It was only when she leant down to ruffle your hair that your indignation finally burned away the last remnants of your cosiness and you forced yourself to your feet. You have a singularly unimpressed expression on your face, which seems to dent her sudden enthusiasm not a bit.
"What? You were the one behaving like a grumpy cat, it's not my fault if it makes you irresistible to head-pat."
Your scowl is adulterated with a not inconsiderable quantity of bafflement at that, but it doesn't stop you from internally vowing to seek revenge for this at some point. You may be adorable, but there were standards. You will not be treated like an overgrown ball of fluff and narcissistic sociopathy.
"…"
"Come on, don't be like that. As a sign of my remorse, you can pick where we eat."
"…alright, I suppose."
Somewhat mollified, you walk over to the edge of the roof and look down, seeing the alley below was more or less clear.
"Hey, wha-"
The rest of what she has to say is lost in the sound of rushing wind as you drop like a stone down into the alley, a little magic and your own innate preternaturally durable biology ensuring that rather than making a mess on your landing, you return to earth with nothing more than a heavy thump.
You dust your knees off and climb to your feet, craning your neck back to see the fluttering pink outline of her, looking down from the rooftop not so very far above. For a moment, she stood on the edge, hands balled into fists and a faint grimace on her face, before she stepped forward and attempted to do the same as you.
Of course, she was slightly less practiced with her magic than you, as well as being burdened with a needlessly rigid internal structure, so you really should have expected it when the force of her landing bounced her off her feet and straight into you like a turtleneck-clad cruise missile.
The sounds that you made on your collision were less than dignified, though at least you didn't produce anything as nearly as high-pitched as her surprised squeak when you wrapped your arms around her to keep her from ricocheting off of you and onto the rather less yielding surfaces around you.
You released her once you were sure that she wasn't going to fall over as soon as you did so, letting her lean her back against a wall and hold her head until the world stopped spinning quite so fast.
"Um…not to be rude, but how did you manage to get up to the roof? That looked like you'd never done that before."
"I was going up, going down would mean that I was doing it wrong. How'd you do that so easily? It felt like my stomach was going to come out of my nose coming down."
You suspect that now is not the best time to mention that you do not in fact have a stomach, or indeed, any significant internal organs other than your core, but you suspect that the lesson in comparative anatomy could be held at a better time than when you were planning to eat.
So instead, you go back to your rehearsals for your role as 'cool and mysterious sempai', and shrug nonchalantly. Though this bit you'd be cribbing from the parts that Homura had labelled CONTINGENCIES and annotated to almost illegibility with things that either must or must not happen to avoid terrible fates.
For some of them, you struggle to work out which is which, but then again, a not insignificant number of them refer to another document named only as Acc./Inesc. Losses, so you're not entirely sure you want to know, truthfully.
"Practice, mostly. It's sort of the opposite thing, magically, as well. Instead of being fast and light, you want to be slow and heavy, so you don't land as hard or get bounced off your feet."
"Yeah, well one out of two isn't bad I suppose. I think I can walk now, so can we get out of this alley please? Reminds me too much of home."
You walk out of the alleyway, and most likely due to the fact that you happen to be in the city centre and whoever was responsible for planning its layout was one of those sensible, boring sorts who tend not to fill the heart of their metropolis with gothic manses and cathedrals stacked atop each other in an orgy of baroque insanity, you find yourself near some rather useful places containing things people might want.
In this case, what you wanted was food, and the city was perfectly willing to supply it. All you needed were the correct pieces of paper, which Homura was happy to enable you with. You suppose it was handy to have a friend who had managed to accumulate sufficient bits of paper that she has completely lost count of how much she has, and having seen her filing system, you know that must have taken a not-insignificant amount of effort on her part.
A bell rings as you enter, and for a moment, you are utterly paralysed by the choices put in front of you. Not to mention the effect that the fog of scents emanating from the paper packets and hissing machinery behind the counter on you, to wit, bypassing your consciousness entirely and whispering terrible seductive things to your less socially acceptable impulses.
Then a hand grabs your arm and you are mostly returned to the world as you are lead into the queue for the counter.
"You know, when you're asked what you want, it's considered poor manners to shout 'everything!' and dive mouth-first into the cake display."
"I wouldn't."
"I saw that look on your face just then…oh?"
Suddenly, the smug in her expression was substituted with awkwardness and a little embarrassment, though you could still see the smug lurking beneath, specifically beneath two spots of red on her cheeks and a look on her face that looks faintly familiar to that of someone who has just sat down, only to realise that their chair is no longer beneath them.
"Sorry…I have no idea how, especially since…everything…but I don't think I ever got your name."
"Oh, no need to be sorry, it was all a bit of a blur, wasn't it. I'm Ruby."
"So forward. Well I suppose it's fair enough, considering. Name's Rika. Pleasure to meet you, Ruby-chan."
You look up, and find that aside from an old man who seems to be very earnestly ignoring the both of you, you are almost at the front of the queue. Now would probably be a good time to decide on what to get, if only to spare yourself more sarcastic remarks from Rika.
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Topics of conversation as well as choices of sugary and/or caffinated monstrosities are now open for your preusal, SV.
I suspect that the following scenes will amuse me greatly.
Topics of conversation as well as choices of sugary and/or caffinated monstrosities are now open for your preusal, SV.
I suspect that the following scenes will amuse me greatly.
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- Location
- The Surface Of A Hostile Planet
[x] Maximum coffee
-[x] Also maximum sugar
-[x] Also maximum sugar
Origami Clock
Right twice a day
- Location
- Brighton, UK
INDEX HAS ALSO BEEN UPDATED WITH RIKA DETAILS LOOK AT HOW PRODUCTIVE I'VE BEEN EVERYONE!
...I should really get some sleep. But first, I will post an arts that appealed to me, but is otherwise almost entirely disconnected from anything regarding this forum or questing.OR IS IT?!
Oh dear. This is why I should really stop combining drunk writing with sleep-deprivded writing.
...I should really get some sleep. But first, I will post an arts that appealed to me, but is otherwise almost entirely disconnected from anything regarding this forum or questing.
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... For some reason Ruby's striking me as a Strawberry (Short?)Cake person.
I'm not a coffee person at all though, so eh. Although I think coffee grounds are supposed to be good for plants in limited amounts?
I'm not a coffee person at all though, so eh. Although I think coffee grounds are supposed to be good for plants in limited amounts?
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Ardion Prosili
An (im)Perfect Cell
No! Get drunker! Get sleepier! Type inebriated....er! 
yo man go the fuck to sleep
yo man go the fuck to sleep
Origami Clock
Right twice a day
- Location
- Brighton, UK
HOLLOW KNIGHTS!
MAGICAL HOLLOW GIRL(sort of) KNIGHTS!
- Location
- Somewhere!
- Pronouns
- She/Her
Hornet is obviously the best Meguca.
Ardion Prosili
An (im)Perfect Cell
mercy! mercy on my poor aged computer! out cursed giant picture spot! a spoiler box! my kingdom for a spoiler box!
- Location
- Actually pretty lost
[X]
- Location
- Plato's Cave
The vote's for what we want to order, not what we're going to turn into.
[x] Maximum coffee
-[x] Also maximum sugar
Have we had coffee before? I don't know if we've had coffee before but we should definitely try this stuff.
- Location
- US
This sounds vaguely heretical. Who would do such a thing?
HymnOfRagnarok
Let's Rock
[X] Angel food cake
-[jk] Is it made from real angels? Well whatever it is, it sounds delicious.
[X] Continue plant talk about gardening
[X] Ask where she goes to school
Insert obligatory MGNQ reference.
It does seem like a Ruby kind of food though. Not just matching her coloration either, or having a subtle laugh at Ruby being Rika's metaphorical guardian angel. But mostly it was looking through a list of cakes and picking what looked interesting.
As for conversation topics, well, gardening is safe chat. School....our cover story is still flimsy so I hope she doesn't ask, but we should be aware of hers at the least.
Her home life sounds less than ideal, not something to bring up now.
Also wow, it looks like this ship is self-steering! Either that or it's guided by the hand of God, who really wants said ship to sail.
Hah! Well said.
Also I am immensely amused by Homura's filing system. I'll even bet she carries about a few offices worth of notes, at this point. Along with a small bank of currency. Probably a lot of duplicates in there.
Wonder if Homura's ever actually gotten caught for 'counterfeiting?' Alas, Ruby is not worldly enough to ask this question.
-[jk] Is it made from real angels? Well whatever it is, it sounds delicious.
[X] Continue plant talk about gardening
[X] Ask where she goes to school
Insert obligatory MGNQ reference.
It does seem like a Ruby kind of food though. Not just matching her coloration either, or having a subtle laugh at Ruby being Rika's metaphorical guardian angel. But mostly it was looking through a list of cakes and picking what looked interesting.
As for conversation topics, well, gardening is safe chat. School....our cover story is still flimsy so I hope she doesn't ask, but we should be aware of hers at the least.
Her home life sounds less than ideal, not something to bring up now.
Also wow, it looks like this ship is self-steering! Either that or it's guided by the hand of God, who really wants said ship to sail.
Hah! Well said.
Also I am immensely amused by Homura's filing system. I'll even bet she carries about a few offices worth of notes, at this point. Along with a small bank of currency. Probably a lot of duplicates in there.
Wonder if Homura's ever actually gotten caught for 'counterfeiting?' Alas, Ruby is not worldly enough to ask this question.
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She might hug it to keep it warm.
SaltyWaffles
I am dissapoint, son
- Pronouns
- He/Him
[X] Angel food cake
[X] Continue plant talk about gardening
[X] Ask where she goes to school
[X] She mentioned something about the alleyway reminding her of home. Is her home life bad? Can we help?
[X] Continue plant talk about gardening
[X] Ask where she goes to school
[X] She mentioned something about the alleyway reminding her of home. Is her home life bad? Can we help?
Dragonjackel
GOLDEN Judgement
- Location
- Gregory House
[X] Angel food cake
[X] Continue plant talk about gardening
[X] Ask where she goes to school
[X] She mentioned something about the alleyway reminding her of home. Is her home life bad? Can we help?
[X] Continue plant talk about gardening
[X] Ask where she goes to school
[X] She mentioned something about the alleyway reminding her of home. Is her home life bad? Can we help?
Ginger Maniac
Subject to Gravity
- Location
- Old Blighty
This line is comedy gold. I'm still chuckling a few minutes after reading it.
Lesions in your anatomy are bad. You don't want a large, bladed, infested staff like that anywhere near your precious organs and all the blood running through them.
I think 'lesson' might have been the word you were looking for there.