Omake, side Kyubey - Observations on a City Out of Control
Night fell over the city of Mitakihara, and as the Incubator stared out over the district to which it had been assigned, a single thought ran through its mind. "How can I regain control of the events occurring under my jurisdiction?"

It had all started with the arrival of the enigmatic irregular of the city, Akemi Homura. That girl was a complete stranger to the Incubator, and yet she possessed not only an intimate knowledge of the puella magi system but an immense and irrational hatred for it. The Incubator was left thoroughly confused by Akemi Homura. Her arrival in Mitakihara, and the arrival of certain unknown magical entities, cannot have been a mere coincidence, but the Incubator could not figure out the meaning behind their connection.

But Akemi Homura was not the only puella magi under its jurisdiction that was giving the Incubator pause for concern. There was also one Mikuni Oriko, whose wanton slaughter of the district's puella magi population had done irreparable damage to the Incubator's operations in the city. Violent conflict between puella magi was nothing out of the ordinary, though it was most often confined to issues of territorial dispute. Mikuni Oriko's territory, shared between her and one Kure Kirika, had not been under contest by any of the twenty-three other puella magi that the pair had eliminated. The return on investment that the Incubator stood to receive from the pair when they became witches was hardly an adequate compensation for the energy that their reckless and irrational actions had cost.

Now more than ever, it was imperative that Kaname Madoka be contracted if the Incubator stood any chance of reaching its quota for this planet. However, there was still Akemi Homura and her "Archer" who threatened to stand in the way. From the actions taken by Akemi Homura, it was clear that she was building up an alliance to deal with the coming storm of Walpurgisnacht, most likely in the hope that if Walpurgisnacht can be defeated then no new puella magi will be required to contract within the district.

"Perhaps," the Incubator realized, as it continued to stare down upon the city, "There is a way to salvage the present situation in Mitakihara."

Following their resounding defeat at the hands of Akemi Homura and Tomoe Mami, Mikuni Oriko and Kure Kirika had been left mentally and physically broken, respectively. The pair were mentally ill, and it took barely any effort on the Incubator's part to realize that the lengths they went to to ease their suffering would not last in the long run. With perhaps just a little nudge in the right direction, the Incubator might still be able to recoup a fraction of the energy the pair had been responsible for losing and deprive Akemi Homura of her two newest acquisitions.

Tomoe Mami was not of the most sound mind, either; fraught with her fair share of mental illnesses, the girl should still be easily pliable despite having come to learn the truth behind the puella magi system. With the right nudge, she might even deprive Akemi Homura of the support of Sakura Kyouko as well as herself.

At that point, standing alone against Walpurgisnacht, Akemi Homura would fail, and Kaname Madoka would be left with no choice but to form a contract.

"If only it were that simple," the Incubator's train of thought continued. There were other factors at work; those certain magical entities were also a mystery. What were they? Where did they come from? Why had they attached themselves to the district's remaining puella magi population? One of them, the Incubator had noted, gave off the same magical energy signature as a witch; a vexing conundrum indeed. Like the others of its kind, this one was partnered with a human; but unlike the others, the human of this magical entity was distinctly not a puella magi, and appeared to be the subservient party, and not the dominant party as was the case with the other five entities. Why this reversal of roles was the case, the Incubator could not say.

Perhaps the foreigner who had come to Mitakihara might have the answer the Incubator was looking for. She spoke of an unfamiliar magic system, of "magecraft", "servants", and a "Holy Grail War". "Magecraft" was easy enough to understand, being rationalized as her language's attempt to codify the workings of the puella magi system. "Servants", the Incubator surmised, was the term for the magical entities that had made their presence known in Mitakihara over the past three weeks. For magical constructs whose purpose appeared to be the service of their designated puella magi counterpart, the term was an adequate descriptor.

But it was the phrase "Holy Grail War" that left the Incubator puzzled. The Holy Grail was a human relic, described in their texts as the chalice which caught the blood of Jesus of Nazareth as he lay dying on the crucifix. Lost, found, lost again, found again, the cycle repeated itself throughout myth many times over the years as many stories were written that described the search for the mythical chalice. The humans, in their mental illness, revered the mythical objects associated with their religious texts, and it was easy for the Incubator to conceive of the notion that wars might be fought over possession of the chalice, should it in fact exist. The Incubator had certainly seen enough examples of similar behaviour throughout history.

Yet, how the idea of a war for the human religion's holy chalice was in any way connected to the puella magi system or to these "servants" was a piece of the puzzle that continued to remained elusive. If at all possible, the foreigner would have to be questioned to learn the true extent of just what was really happening in this district.

"Well, as long as Kaname Madoka contracts, the energy given off by her maturation into a witch will be enough to fill the quota for this planet. After that, it doesn't matter."
 
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Good to see QB not underestimate Homura and her group, I'm not too worried about Mami but Oriko/Kure are another matter even with Oriko's supposed character development.

I'm really looking forward to the Bazet and Incubator conversation.
 
Omake, side Oriko - Scars That Never Fade
Even though the pair had been dating for the better part of a year by that point, it took Oriko forming her own contract with the Incubator before she and Kirika would take to sharing a bed as lovers. It was natural, Oriko reasoned; by stroke of luck her own stock of mana was an order of magnitude greater than Kirika's, and it was no loss to her to allow her dearest to replenish mana through a transfer of some of her own supply.

Tonight however, Oriko found that nothing Kirka attempted could put her in the mood. As the dark-haired girl straddled her lover's waist, planting kisses down the length of her neck, all that Oriko could focus on was the feeling of what remained of Kirika's legs as they rubbed against her body. The sensation repulsed Oriko, because she knew she was entirely at fault for the loss of limb that had confined her dearest to a wheelchair of the foreseeable future. Black wisps of mana rolled off the stumps like smoke from the end of a cigarette, and the terminal ends of her legs revealed dark clouds of mana where one would expect to see flesh and bone.

True, Kirika was healing; but it was a long, slow process, and Oriko knew that the chance was still greater that Kirika would become a witch before she had fully healed.

"I'm sorry, dearest, but I'm just not feeling like myself tonight. I think I'll just take a shower and try to get some sleep."


Oriko let out a sigh as she turned off the water to the shower head, resigned to the fact that a shower could no more wash away her sins than she could turn back time and undo them. Staring at her reflection in the mirror, she counted the scars she had received over the past two weeks. She had more than enough mana at her disposal to have healed them several times over, but ever since the loss of Kirika's legs, Oriko had devoted every drop of surplus mana she had towards the healing of her lover's injuries.

The first, a long slash that ran the length of her left kidney, she had gained during the murder of Asako Komaki, a classmate and former puella magi who had taken to ruthlessly bullying her after the shameful circumstances surrounding the death of her father had been made public. She had made as valiant an effort as she could have, but in the end Lancer proved to be too much for the girl to handle. It made Oriko sick, when she thought about how Asako-san's murder was the only one for which she felt no shame.

The second, third, fourth, and fifth, each a one-and-a-half centimeter pockmark located, respectively, just below her stomach, and through her thigh, shoulder, and breast, she had gained fighting against Tomoe Mami. That had been the first time that Oriko had lost to another puella magi, painful, bloody, a loss which Oriko's body would never allow her to forget.

And the sixth, a smaller pockmark just below her left clavicle, from the shot taken by Akemi Homura that had only narrowly missed her Soul Gem on the day when her plans had come crashing down. She would have died that day, Kirika too, had it not been for the stubbornness of Miki Sayaka that had stayed Akemi Homura's hand.

But all of those marks paled in comparison to the greatest scar she had received, the one that covered almost a fifth of her body with its brilliant crimson. The sleeve of Command Seals which Oriko had stolen from her many victims ran from her wrist all the way up to her shoulder, creating a mark from which she could never escape. Even if her other wounds would heal with time, the vibrant crisscross that scarred her arm was a shameful reminder of her sins that would last for a lifetime.

It made her sick to look at it.

Akemi-san had been quite merciful in her treatment of Kirika and herself; unjustly so, in Oriko's eyes. What had she done to deserve the amount of reconciliation that Akemi-san was showing to her? She had so much blood on her hands, blood that could never be washed away, and she would have continued killing had Akemi-san and Tomoe-san not stopped her. While it was infuriating to know that everything she had done was all for naught, never the less she was grateful that they had stopped her when they did. How many more might she have been responsible for had she been allowed to continue?

How could she ever hope to make amends for what she had done?

Oriko reached for a towel to dry herself off, but in the time it had taken to contemplate her penance the majority of the water coating her skin had already evaporated, and so she returned the towel to the rack, unused but for a few brief passes through her hair. Hanging her head in resignation, Oriko returned to the bedroom shared by her and Kirika, finding the darker-haired girl to have already fallen asleep. Kirika slept with a peaceful look on her face, but seeing the way in which the sheets around her fell flat as they crossed the point below her knees made Oriko's stomach turn.

Oriko changed into her pajamas, and crawled into bed beside Kirika. Drawn by the motion and by the warmth of Oriko's body, Kirika immediately rolled over and wrapped her arms around Oriko's waist the instant she had settled in. Despite the revulsion she felt towards herself for allowing her dearest to come to harm, Oriko forced herself to smile, running a hand through Kirika's hair as she whispered "How can you sleep so peacefully, when seeing you like this causes me so much pain?"

"Because I love you..." the sleeping Kirika whispered back. She may not have been aware of what she was responding to, but the response managed to lift Oriko's spirits just enough to remain herself for another day.

"And I love you too."

But love would not help Mikuni Oriko sleep soundly, and all through the night she tossed and turned, unable to close her eyes for even a moment without being followed by her mind's torment for her crimes. There was a throbbing pain at the back of her neck that refused to go away. At one point, Oriko was convinced that she was hallucinating, counting a procession of robed figures as they passed by on the street below the bedroom window.

Eventually, Oriko could take it no longer. The display on her clock read the time as half-past four in the morning, and it was at this point that Oriko had given up trying to find solace in sleep. Just as she had done for the past four sleepless nights, she pried herself from Kirika's embrace, threw on her bathrobe and slippers, and went downstairs to read. Inside what had once been her father's study, Oriko could read without disturbing Kirika, who needed the sleep much more than she herself did.

Acting on instinct, her hand went straight to the well-worn copy of Crime and Punishment that had been her favourite for many years, but tonight Oriko found that she could not bring herself to read that particular tome. Instead, another volume caught her eye, one which she had not known her father to possess. Her fingertip danced over the gold cross adorning the otherwise bare spine, before decisiveness overtook her and she committed to her choice. Oriko was not religious herself, but she knew that religion had been a source of solace for many throughout history.

"Perhaps," thought Oriko, "I too can find the same solace that so many others have found."
 
Ive no problem with it, but how strict are the SV rules about no lewding minors and would mods be fine with this?
 
Omake, side Hitomi - The Morning News
Today was Sunday; school was out for the day, and Hitomi had no plans to keep her occupied. All the same, she awoke at six-thirty sharp, as she did every morning. There were many days that she had wanted oh so terribly to ignore the chime of her alarm clock, but she knew that keeping a regular sleep schedule was important to maintaining the structure of the rest of the day. Like many that had come before it, today was one such day that Hitomi had to force herself from the comfort of her bed to face the day with gusto.

Granted, with no plans for the day, Hitomi's gusto soon transformed into a nonchalant state of "bleh"-ness as soon as she had finished showering and dressing herself. Downstairs she went, following the scent of her father's cooking. A polite yawn - for Hitomi was nothing if not polite at all times - and a "Good morning, father," followed Hitomi into the dining room, where her father was already situated comfortably with a large breakfast, coffee, and the morning paper, which he had already finished reading.

"How's my little angel doing today?" Her father asked, smiling as he set the paper aside to greet his daughter. "Did you sleep well?"

Hitomi nodded. "Yes, father."

"Do you have any plans for today?"

"No, father."

"Not going to see Kamijou today?"

"Well, I'm sure he's busy doing other things today..."

"Don't tease the poor girl, dear." Saved, by the timely intervention of mother! "It's only been a few days, and Kamijou hasn't even been back to school since he was released from the hospital." Hitomi's mother, snugly wrapped up in a plush bathrobe and nursing a cup of tea, bent down to kiss her daughter on the cheek as she took her seat at the table. "Sleep well, sweetie?"

"Yes, mother."

As her mother and father settled into their usual morning routine, Hitomi settled into hers. Grabbing the paper that her father had set aside, she read the morning's report. "Another disappearance... Just what is happening to this city?" Just two months ago, Hitomi remembered, she could have wandered the streets by herself well after dark and not had any reason to worry that a single bad thing might happen to her. Just two months ago, Mitakihara had been one of the safest cities in Japan.

But now, hardly a day went by without something horrible being reported. Between Mitakihara and the neighboring Kazamino, twenty-four girls had been found in various stages of dismemberment, with no sign yet that the perpetrator had been found. Over a dozen young men from the city's northeast district had just up and vanished, and now it seems that another one had been added to that number just last night. All this, in the span of just under three weeks.

Hitomi set the paper aside, sighing as she hung her head. "Sweetie, what's wrong?" asked her mother.

"It's all the damn crime that's been popping up," her father answered in her stead.

"Dear, don't swear in front of our daughter."

"It's true, though. You can't go a day anymore without reading about how someone's either been killed or gone missing. It's just insane. What's worse, is the fact that some loonies are trying to take advantage of the city's grief." Hitomi's father got up, fetching a crumpled piece of paper out of the waste bin.

"Someone slipped this in with the mail this morning." It was a flyer- Black and white and devoid of graphics, save for a red sunburst laid over a cross, advertising membership in an organization calling itself "The Church of the Righteous Sister". "Good money says the whole thing is a scam. Hundred-thousand Yen says that they set up shop just to cash in by pretending to have the answers this city needs, then they'll run off with whatever money they manage to fleece from whoever's gullible enough to give them any."

There was something captivating about the flyer to Hitomi, something that stuck out to her as being unusual. She knew that her father was right, that the appearance of this supposed "church" now of all times could not have been mere coincidence, and yet she didn't entirely think he was correct in his assumptions. There was something about the flyer that Hitomi just couldn't quite place; something unique, and yet familiar all the same; something magical.

Carefully, Hitomi studied the flyer with as close an eye as she could manage. She wanted to capture every detail perfectly, to burn them into her mind and to never forget them. When she had done that, she thought, it was time to formulate a plan.

There were things in this world that Hitomi didn't understand, things either without reason or with reason so alien they might as well have had no reason at all. She knew she could do nothing to change those things. But maybe, just maybe, if she was careful and diligent she might still find a way to help those whom she knew could change those things. And if that something should happen to be magical in nature, then perhaps by learning more about it she might find a way to help Akemi-san.

Hitomi booted up her laptop - normally reserved for schoolwork - and with a few quick keystrokes she had arrived at her preferred search engine. "Now, let's see... Where should I start?"​
 
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Please tell me your Walpurgisnacht won't be as scary as the 34.3 trillion hp Walpurgisnacht of magireco that descended on us...
 
Omake, side Bazett - Conflicting Systems of Magic
"Here's all the information that I've gathered so far."

The sun had barely been up for an hour, and the little cafe that Caren had requested to meet Bazett in was otherwise completely devoid of customers. The two sat at opposite sides of a table nestled in the far corner, idly sipping their respective drinks- Honey lemon tea for Caren, black coffee for Bazett. A folder containing Bazett's current findings sat between them.

Caren's hand reached for the folder, flipping it open to peruse through its contents as she sipped her tea. "Following the interview I had with Akemi in your office, I've been able to confirm that Tomoe Mami and Kure Kirika are both masters, just as your initial report stated. The elder Sakura daughter is indeed alive, and I have reason to believe that she's a master herself. Furthermore, along with the confirmation of Archer as Akemi's servant, I've been able to confirm that Tomoe's servant is Caster. Kure's servant is still up in the air, though I have my suspicions."

"Suspicions?" Caren asked, looking up from the report. "Such as?"

"While I was speaking to Kure's mother regarding her whereabouts, I learned that she hasn't been living at home recently. Rather, she's been staying with her partner, a girl named Mikuni Oriko that I'm fairly certain is also Kure's mentor. I ran into her when I went back to case the Bounded Field around her mansion yesterday. There was a woman with her; tall, thin, long white hair, and strong Germanic facial features." Bazett paused, sipping her coffee "This could really use a splash of Guinness..." "I strongly believe that she is Kure's servant. if I had to guess, I'd say she's probably a figure from the Volsunga or the Nibelungenlied, and probably either Rider or one of the remaining knight classes."

"What makes you so sure that she's Kure's servant? If you saw her with Mikuni, wouldn't it be smarter to assume that she belongs to her?"

Bazett shook her head. "Mikuni lacks Command Seals, and I didn't see a silver ring on her left middle finger either. She's an exceptionally skilled mage, if the Bounded Field around her mansion is any indication, but she's no master."

"If that's the case, then why was she with Mikuni and not Kure?"

Bazett's first steps inside Mikuni Oriko's mansion told her everything she needed to know as her body soaked in the mana that abounds from every corner. There's no doubt; this is the residence of a powerful mage.

The tall, Germanic-faced woman takes the groceries and makes herself scarce as Mikuni removes her shoes and hangs up her coat. "Dearest?" she calls out. "There's someone here who wants to speak to you!"

There is a distinct lack of footsteps - the sound Bazett expected to hear - coming to greet her, but she did hear something; the squeaking of a wheel that desperately needs to be greased. Slowly, it rounds the corner of the living room, and a sullen-faced girl in a wheelchair enters
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"Well, the reason that Kure Kirika has been absent from school is that she's missing her legs and is confined to a wheelchair in her girlfriend's mansion. With as strong a Bounded Field as Mikuni has around the place, there's no reason for her servant to remain cooped up if she can be useful elsewhere." Caren continued staring at Bazett, sipping her tea with that certain look in her eyes. "You're enjoying this, aren't you?"

"Well, I'd be lying if I said her suffering didn't amuse me. I only wish she'd come back to school so I could see it for myself. But enough about me; that can't be all you've found in two days. There must be more."

"There is." Downing the last of her coffee, Bazett slid the empty cup over and out of the way. "This city is... Strangely isolated, from establishment magecraft. While I was unable to get a read on Tomoe or Kure, I can confirm that both Akemi and Mikuni are exceptionally skilled mages. However, they are both acutely unaware of the existence of magecraft outside of this city, and have even developed their own unique dialect as a result."

"Labyrinth"

"Witch"

"Puella magi"


"It's actually rather fascinating, if not more than a little frustrating when a mage that could rival Tohsaka has no idea what the Mage's Association is or how magecraft is conventionally talked about."

"Yes, I'd imagine that would get frustrating after awhile..." Caren continued to stare as she sipped her tea, never once breaking eye contact with Bazett. "What about all the murders and disappearances that have been in the news lately? Is there any connection between them and whatever is going on in this city?"

"I believe so. According to Akemi, the Assassin servant is a master-less serial killer, and in addition the city is reported to be swarming with wraiths- Witches, in the parlance of this city's mages. It's all in my report, if you'd actually read it instead of making me waste time explaining it to you." Though, even if it's all in the report, that's not to say that everything is in the report.

Bazett had left a few things out, things she wanted to further investigate before she submitted her findings to anyone else, least of all Caren Ortensia. That phony priestess-turned-school nurse could wait a little longer before learning that the wraiths of this city are artificial creations of a rogue mage and come complete with their very own Reality Marbles; or that Akemi was a full-blown magician, and not just a mage. This was her mission, after all; Bazett didn't want anyone else getting wind of things and possibly stealing her job out from under her. Not yet.

"I'll wait until I have all the facts before putting them into a report."


Caren sighed, closing the report and laying it back down on the table. "Of course it is... Is it too much for the Church to ask that even one Grail War passes without there being some kind of complication?"

"Perhaps that's something that the Founding Families should have thought of when they first came up with this whole inane concept to start with."

And yet... "You still threw your lot into the ring when it was your time. I hardly think you're in any position to complain now."

"And I hardly think that the daughter of the man who chopped my arm off, stole my servant, and left me to die is in any position to lecture me about my complaints." A waiter came by, nonchalantly collecting Bazett's empty cup and bringing her the bill, completely oblivious to the charged conversation the pair were having. "Speaking of which, since you're clearly not using him for anything I'd very much appreciate if you'd give him back to me."

Caren smiled, coyly placing one hand against her cheek as she cooed "Oh, but I love to see you squirm without him." Bazett was not amused, and Caren quickly dropped the act. "In all seriousness, you can consider my continued ownership of Lancer as... Let's call it an insurance policy, shall we? As long as I have your precious little Cu, I know you'll always come running when I call you to do something for me."

Bazett stood, reaching for her coat as she made ready to leave. "I'll get back to you after I've gotten this city figured out a little bit better. I'll see if I can speak with the elder Sakura daughter some time today, but until then that report should be enough to tide you over." Tossing down a few loose coins, Bazett paid for her coffee and departed, leaving Caren alone with the report.

Stepping outside, Bazett checked her watch; the time was just about a half-past-eight. "Now... Where could I find her?"​
 
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Please tell me your Walpurgisnacht won't be as scary as the 34.3 trillion hp Walpurgisnacht of magireco that descended on us...

Well this is a Fate and Madoka Magi crossover, six servants are already on the field with more possibly joining in and let's not forget the few high tier/broken mages in the association so the QM will surely compensate for this.

Also, if I remember correctly, Walpurgis is the Witch of Despair and possibly an embodiment of it. So by no means will it be easy.
 
Omake, side Kyouko - Sisters at Last
Kyouko's eyes shot open the moment she felt the knife penetrate her skull. Her breathing was ragged, and despite having thrown off all her blankets in her sleep, she still awoke completely drenched in sweat. Her eyes remained frozen for several seconds, unable to close as she forced herself to take in her surroundings. It was mid-morning, probably, judging by the position of the sun outside her window.

Finally, her eyelids unfroze and Kyouko was able to blink again. She could still see them - her mother and sister hanging from the rafters while her father approached her, knife in hand - but the images that had once been as fresh in her mind as spring water had all but disappeared. She wasn't standing in her living room anymore, frozen in fear. She was in the guest room that Mami had prepared for her.

The one she could have had three years ago if she hadn't been so stupid.

Kyouko was safe here; she knew she was safe here. But not even the knowledge that Mami, Caster, and Rider were just a few feet away could shake the fear she felt, the fear she always felt after that particular dream. With a trembling hand, she reached out to touch the picture of her younger sister, the only memento of her family that had survived the fire, somehow. "I'm sorry... I couldn't save you."

Kyouko was feeling lazy this morning, so after her shower she only bothered to put on shorts and a t-shirt. Pants? Fuggedaboutit. Socks? Too much work. Fuzzy hoodie? It's April; it ain't that cold out anymore.

Her bare feet made a faint "thop-thop" sound as she descended the hardwood stairs down to the first floor, drawing the attention of her blonde roommate away from her work in the kitchen. "Well, I see someone finally decided to join the world of the living," Mami said, sarcastically at first, but switching to a much gentler tone as she added "Did you sleep well last night, Sakura-san?"

Kyouko turned away, muttering "I... I had a bad dream; papa, he... I couldn't save them..." as if it was something to be ashamed of. Mami didn't see things that way, and she immediately responded by wrapping her arms around Kyouko.

"Oh, Sakura-san... I'm so sorry."

The pair stayed like that for some time, and likely would have stayed like that for longer had the nostril-singing odor of burnt something wafted in from the kitchen. "Oh!"

Mami raced back to the kitchen as fast as she could, while Kyouko settled in at the table for breakfast. "I'm not so sure I like this over the old one," thought Kyouko, running a finger along the gold trim of the sandstone table.

"Wow, Big Sis! Your friend has a really pretty table!"

"Yeah, she does; doesn't she?"


Breakfast was mostly salvageable, though the toast did require a bit more jam than usual to bring it up to edible standards. Still, Kyouko shoveled into her mouth whatever Mami was offering. "Hey, it beats food court burgers and stolen pizza." Rider had joined the pair at the table, but as was often the case Caster had gone up to the roof to contemplate.

Kyouko downed the last bite of toast, wiping away a smear of jam on her lips before licking clean the fingers in question. "Man, it's been forever since you've made me breakfast," she said, staring at the blonde's own half-eaten portion. "Thanks fer th' food, Mami. Really brings me back, ya know?"

Mami smiled, responding with "I'm just glad to have you back in my life, Sakura-san. I've truly missed spending time with you."

"Yeah..." A dark shadow fell over Kyouko's face and Rider, sensing that whatever was about to come out of his master's mouth was none of his business, promptly got up and left. Maybe Caster would be up for another round.

"Listen, Mami, I-" "Sakura-san-" The pair interrupted one another at the same time. "No, it's fine; you go first," Kyouko said, surprising Mami as she backed off and allowed the blonde to speak first.

"Sakura-san, I just want to apologize for the way I treated you that night. I should have been more considerate of your affections towards me, and I shouldn't have yelled at you for being upset. I'm sorry that I was unable to reciprocate your feelings, and if you feel that I led you on at any point in time, then I apologize for that as well."

"Really Mami, ya don't have anything to apologize for. I'm the one who-"

"No." Mami's hands were shaking as she spoke. "I saw that you were in distress and yet when you needed me most I casually brushed your feelings aside as though nothing was wrong. Maybe you don't blame me, but I've always blamed myself for pushing you away that night. I..." Mami paused, taking several deep breaths in order to calm her composure, before trying again. "The truth is, Sakura-san, I did love you. And I still do. Just... Not in the way that you wished for me to. You aren't just my friend, Sakura-san; you're my sister, and you always have been."

"Big Sis!"

"Big Sis!"

"Big Sis!"


Kyouko stared at Mami, speechless for the longest time; finally, after what felt like an eternity, she found her words. "That's just my luck, ain't it? Yer the one who made me realize that I like girls in th' first place; and yet yer not only straight, you think of me as yer sister. Ain't that a fuckin' trip?"

"Yes, I suppose that is somewhat ironic."

"Anyways, I shouldn't'a flipped my shit at ya fer not givin' me the answer I wanted ta hear, an' I shouldn't'a tried ta kill ya just 'cuz I was pissed at my dad fer... Doin' what he did. That's... That's no way ta treat yer sister, is it?" Mami's eyes lit up at Kyouko's words, and her lips curved into a faint smile. "Momo'd be pretty upset with me if she saw that."

"Yes, Sakura-san, she would." Mami's smile brightened, and she scooted closer to her new sister. "You know, I've never had a younger sister before. What's it like?"

"Big Sis, let's go play in the woods today!"

"Big Sis, I picked these flowers for you! Aren't they pretty?"

"Big Sis, wake up! It's Christmas! Come on, it's time to open presents!"


A gentle smile overtook Kyouko's lips. "Oh, bein' an older sister ain't all fun an' games; it's a lotta work. 'Cuz when you've got a little sister, you gotta give'em all the love in th' world. Yer gonna work yer ass off givin'em all that love, an' they're always gonna be demanding more an' more. But - an' this is th' best part - when yer little sister smiles at you, an' tells ya she loves you back..." As hard as she tried, Kyouko was unable to hide the mist forming at the edges of her eyes.

"You're the best big sister ever, Big Sis! I love you!"

"When she tells ya she loves you back, that's when all that work you've done pays off. An' it's the best feeling in the whole world."​
 
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Day 19 Chapter 1
The wind is strong tonight. The clouds drift, and the moon appears for a brief moment. The silver light that shines into the shed lights up the girl in knightly form. You're speechless; not because you're confused by the sudden turn of events.

You're at a loss for words over this girl's overwhelming beauty.

The girl stares at you emotionlessly with her jewel-like eyes. "I ask of you-"


Your eyes flutter open as the scent of breakfast wafts in from the kitchen. You blink, rubbing your eyes as you realize you've fallen asleep in the living room again, with the fruits of last night's labour lying strewn about on the floor around you. You don't remember when, but at some point last night you must have closed your eyes for long enough that your body decided it wanted to sleep.

You can still see fragments of last night's dream as you blink, more images from Archer's life. It's a scene you've seen before, the first meeting of the boy with rust-coloured hair, and the blonde woman in her blue dress. She was trying to ask you something, but either you had awoken before she could ask, or being roused from slumber has made you forget.

It feels like she was trying to ask you something important.

Unable to recall any further and unwilling to devote the time to forcing your mind to remember, you shamble into the kitchen. Archer stands tall over your stove, fry pan in hand as he makes the hard work of breakfast seem a breeze. "Well, good morning," he says, plating breakfast and serving it with a smile on his face. "Did you sleep well?"

"I don't remember falling asleep," you respond, taking your seat in front of breakfast. "I suppose that means my sleep was uneventful enough." It's Belgian waffles, lavishly adorned with fresh chopped fruit, melty chocolate chips, and thick maple syrup. "Wait, then what was he doing with the fry pan? And, I don't have a waffle iron, so how did he...?"

"Well, no news is generally regarded as good news."

You take your first bite of breakfast, letting the blend of flavours wash over your taste buds- "Wait, that's not maple syrup! That's...!" A quick glance around your servant reveals that yes, he did in fact use the fry pan to make a caramel sauce from melted sugar.

"I take it the waffles are to your liking?"

"I wasn't expecting a homemade caramel sauce," you say, savouring the next bite, and the bite after that as well. "I like it. It's a different kind of sweet than what I'm used to." "Madoka would probably like it too."

Breakfast is over well before you'd have liked it to be; but all good things must come to an end eventually, and Archer's waffles are sadly no exception. Thanking Archer for the meal, you head to the bathroom for your morning shower.

Unlike the previous two Sundays, today you've woken up in your own apartment, meaning that you won't have to come back here later to change into fresh clothes. You probably won't need to dress nicely to impress Madoka - you can feel your heart racing just thinking about her and her infectious smile - but even without any plans to spend the day with your girlfriend, you still feel like making yourself presentable. You will still be hosting guests along with Tomoe-san, after all.

Realizing that your phone is still in the pocket of your tan school uniform jacket - draped over a couch in your living room where you had left it last night - you return to the living room in your Sunday usual, arriving in time to find that you've just missed a call from someone.

<You have (1) missed call>
<You have (1) new voice message>


It's from
[ ] Sayaka
[ ] Hitomi
[ ] Mikuni Oriko

Do you
[ ] Check their message
-[ ] and call them back
-[ ] but don't call them back
[ ] Don't check their message
[ ] Contact Tomoe-san about today's plans
-[ ] You'll host them at your apartment
-[ ] She'll host them at her apartment
-[ ] You'll both host them in the abandoned lot by the Sakura Church
[ ] Other (write-in)



Sunday, 3 April 2011

Major objectives:
Homura
- Cultivate your alliance with Mikuni Oriko and Kure Kirika
- Track down and eliminate the servant Assassin before it can cause further harm
- Grow your social capital with Kaname Madoka, Miki Sayaka, Shizuki Hitomi, Tomoe Mami, and Sakura Kyouko
- Succeed in reconnecting Tomoe Mami with Sakura Kyouko in order to ensure Tomoe Mami's mental stability
Objective accomplished
- Prevent Kaname Madoka and Miki Sayaka from contracting and becoming puella magi
- Defeat the witch known as Walpurgisnacht

Archer
- Investigate, identify, and prevent the occurrence of the event that caused a fundamental force of this universe to be twice overwritten
- Protect your master from harm in this unusually dangerous loop
- Further your master's skills in magecraft, now that she's getting the hang of the fundamentals of Projection
- Aid your master in coordinating her allies so that they stand a better chance of defeating Assassin, as well as any other threats that may appear​
 
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And we are back a day earlier than I said. To anyone who didn't get an omake for a character they wanted, I apologize. I had a specific chronological progression - note how all seven occur at roughly subsequent periods of time - I wanted to hit on, so if I missed a character that someone wanted, it's because I couldn't think of something to write for them that fell into that pattern.
 
[X] Hitomi
[X] Check their message
-[X] and call them back

[X] Contact Tomoe-san about today's plans
-[X] You'll host them at your apartment

Last one was at Mami's place, wasn't it?
 
[X] Hitomi
[X] Check their message
-[X] and call them back

[X] Contact Tomoe-san about today's plans
-[X] You'll host them at your apartment
 
Just to be clear, does this mean that we're okay with letting Oriko and Kirika into our apartment now? Just checking, since only three days ago we were still wary enough of them to only want to meet in safe and public places.

Eh, the way I see it is that with her precog, Oriko has probably already gotten herself an in-depth look and analyzed Homura's apartment at some point, and if Homura's okay with meeting her at Mami's it shouldn't matter all that much if they're meeting at her place. With the same people and Servants attending, it's essentially just a change in buildings, and Homura keeps all of her really important things in her Pocket Dimension anyways.
 
[X] Hitomi
[X] Check their message
-[X] and call them back

[X] Contact Tomoe-san about today's plans
-[X] You'll host them at your apartment
 
Eh, the way I see it is that with her precog, Oriko has probably already gotten herself an in-depth look and analyzed Homura's apartment at some point, and if Homura's okay with meeting her at Mami's it shouldn't matter all that much if they're meeting at her place. With the same people and Servants attending, it's essentially just a change in buildings, and Homura keeps all of her really important things in her Pocket Dimension anyways.
Precog is not perfect precog. Oriko's is weirdly focused
 
Precog is not perfect precog. Oriko's is weirdly focused

There's no such limitation of her precog. The only actual limitation is her ability to use it correctly, as in she will only see visions that she gets by default (incoming dangers or other important premonitions related to things she's observing) or visions she consciously directs (such as Homura and co in their homes).

Hm, that reminds me, in Oriko's first few weeks as a Puella Magi her precognition was on 24/7 and it drained her magic reserves incredibly, so she had to rely on Kirika to obtain Grief Seeds for her, and she was all but useless in combat until she could manage to get her precog under control, only useful for advice. I wonder how long she's been active in this continuity, as she's obviously rather capable in combat already and has control over her precog. She would've gotten her first vision as that of Madoka's witch, so assuming she was capable of striking at Madoka weeks or even days before Homura time-jumps back into her body... a canonical plot hole maybe?
 
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