- Location
- The End of Glory
It's Magical Girl Noir all over again
Confringentur, Mk.2; a Madoka Magica / Fate/Stay Night crossover
- Thread starter SVS
- Start date
- Crossover
Licking souls in general is a bit...
- Location
- The End of Glory
Come to think of it, though, that might be one of the better ways for a magus to transfer prana into a Magical Girl or Grief Seed - the bodily fluids of a magus act as natural carriers for their prana, after all. Other options would involve bleeding on it or doing something similar to what Shirou did with Rin before this final battle in UBW.
Day 22 Chapter 13
- Location
- Around here
[X] Claw machine
[X] Table hockey
[X] Photo booth
[X] Table hockey
[X] Photo booth
Madoka is smiling at you; a smiling Madoka is food for your soul. "Well, now that we're here, what do you want to do?"
That's... Actually a good question. What do you want to do? You take a few moments to look around the arcade for something that might be enjoyable for both you and Madoka to do. You know that you're good at the various arcade shooters here, but you also remember from your previous outing to the arcade that they're too graphic for Madoka, so those are right out. You could suggest the dance machines, but your enhanced stamina would give you an unfair advantage over Madoka. Kyouko might have no qualms about using her every advantage over the competition, but when it's a matter of you and Madoka, you can't bring yourself to cheat your victory out from under her.
Perhaps the racing machines might be a good pick? Sayaka is over at them right now having a blast, and perhaps being joined by her friends could boost her enjoyment. But just as you're about to speak your suggestion, you catch Madoka staring at the claw machine over by the corner. "Do you see anything that you like?" you ask, your decision having already been made for you. "I can win it for you, if you'd like."
"No, that's fine Homura-chan. This isn't like our date at the culture festival; you don't have to feel like you need to spend money on me." Madoka's words say no.
But her adorable shy face says 'yes'. "No, it's really no problem." Your hand finds its match in Madoka's, and you walk her over to the claw machine, determined to win her whatever prize has caught her eye. "I'd be happy to win you whichever one you like."
Madoka pouts, staring at the assortment of stuffed animals and other toys piled high inside the box. She makes a big show of trying to decide, as though she's hoping for you to change your mind while she pretends to make up hers, but you know Madoka better than that. She had made up her mind long ago, you're sure of it. "That one."
Madoka's choice is surprising to you, after all "I wouldn't have taken you to be a fan of reptiles. Are you sure that's the one you want?"
Madoka nods, pointing to her chosen prize; a fuzzy black lizard with glassy eyes of royal blue. "It's the eyes. They remind me of you."
You feign a look of hurt, bringing Madoka in for a hug as soon as she reacts. "We've barely been together a week, and you're already looking to replace me?"
"I could never replace you, Homura-chan!" Madoka deepens your hug, until you can feel her warmth so greatly that you wonder if she won't sink into your body staying like that. "But is it so wrong of me to want something that reminds me of my girlfriend? Especially when she's so busy that she hardly gets to see me?"
"No, there's nothing wrong with wanting that at all." If there was, you'd have to admit that you're wrong for wanting to keep Madoka safe. "Alright then, I'll win you that one."
You insert a coin into the machine and take the controls. Slowly, carefully, you move the claw into position, dropping it once it's in position over the stuffed lizard. Your aim is true, but as you pull the claw back up, the lizard slips from your grasp and falls back down, and the claw returns to the starting position empty.
It takes you two more tries before you are able to deliver the lizard to Madoka, but the 300¥ you've spent means nothing compared to the smile on Madoka's face as the small stuffed animal falls into the prize chute on your third attempt. Your task completed, you fish your prize from the chute and hand it to Madoka.
Your own reward is a hug, well worth its weight in gold on even the worst day. "Thank you, Homura-chan."
"It was my pleasure."
Madoka looks at her little stuffed lizard, then to you, then back to the stuffed lizard, and then to the claw machine. "Was there anything that you wanted, Homura-chan? I don't know if I'd be any good at it, but I'd like to try and win you something as well."
Even if there was something in there that at one point you might have thought to be cute, you don't bother to take a look inside the machine for yourself. "I'm fine, Madoka, really. I suggested this because I saw that something had caught your eye, but there isn't anything here that I want." You know Madoka, so the instant she looks to show signs of pouting at not being allowed to win you a prize, you bring her in for a hug. "Seeing you smile is more than enough of a prize for me."
Madoka wiggles her way out of your hug, showing you her brightest smile in the process. "Then, is there anything else that you want to do? Because I'd like for you to be able to have fun while we're here too."
You wouldn't mind letting Madoka choose for you, except you have the sneaking suspicion that Madoka will choose to turn right back around and try to win a prize for you; so that option is right out. You look in the direction of the racing machines, which had previously been your first pick until you saw Madoka's eyes wandering elsewhere; but all six of the machines are currently occupied. But you still want to pick something that you can do with Madoka.
"How about air hockey?" You ask, pointing in the direction of the lone and unoccupied table off in the corner. "That's something we could do together."
Madoka nods, and as soon as you feel her hand around yours she's practically dragged you through the crowded arcade to get there."I don't know how good I'll be, but I'm sure I'll have fun if I'm doing it with you."
"Here, put your lizard in the bag with my CDs so it doesn't get lost while we're playing." You hold out your bag for Madoka, and she complies. Around your wrist the handles of the bag go, and once you and Madoka both have your paddles ready, it's time to play.
You score first, catching Madoka with a surprise feint, causing her to guard left while you angle the puck to come in from the right. A fierce stalemate breaks out, and the second round lasts more than twice as long as the first does before Madoka scores against you; and again, handily taking the third round from you before you have time to think; and the fourth round, too. The score is 3-1 in Madoka's favour.
Your plan had been to turn things around for yourself in the next two rounds, but after another intense stalemate, it's once again Madoka's point. A repeat of your first round move allows you to claim your second point, but even with this it's not enough to make the writing on the wall any less clearer. By the end of the tenth round - and the end of the game - Madoka holds a decisive 7-3 lead over you. You've lost, but you're okay with that. Losing to Madoka is much easier on your heart than losing Madoka would be.
"And she says she isn't any good." You taunt Madoka with a playful tone, bringing her in for a hug as you say "But it looks like she's better than she thinks she is."
"Come on you two!" Sayaka calls out from across the arcade. "Get your cute butts in the photo booth already!" You almost wish that the roar of electronic noise and excited arcade patrons would have been enough to silence Sayaka's shouting to you.
You aren't sure why Sayaka was so insistent on you and Madoka having your pictures taken in the photo booth. You don't mind being seated so closely next to Madoka that you can feel the radiant warmth of her body, but Sayaka's insistence is rarely, if ever, a good thing. "I'm sorry that Sayaka-chan is being so insistent about this."
"You've got nothing to apologize for, Madoka. By now, it's been easy enough for me to figure out that Miki Sayaka is a troublemaker. and with how hard she was rooting for us to get together, I should have known she'd try to stick her thumb in our relationship as soon as she had the chance."
"Homura-chan, I- I was really hoping that I could-" Madoka's words are cut off by the flash and sound of the cameras. There's a mechanical *whir* as the booth spits out a string of pictures of you and a Madoka who's blushing so hard that she looks feverish. Quickly, Madoka snatches up the photos and says "Never mind. It's nothing."
"Well, how'd it go?" Sayaka has stuck her head inside the booth, grinning ear-to-ear as she lays eyes on the scarlet-faced Madoka beside you. "Looks like things wen-" As quickly as she had appeared, Sayaka was gone, and on the other side of the booth's privacy curtain you hear "Hey, Hitomi, what was that for?"
"I know you're only trying to help them, Sayaka-san, but you could at least give them some privacy while you're doing that!" You look to Madoka, but Madoka is no longer there. A red cabbage remains in the place where your girlfriend had been seated.
You aren't sure whether it's your business or not to ask how Sayaka had been planning on 'helping' you and Madoka.
[ ] Wat do?
- Location
- United States
[X] Kiss your girlfriend (with her permission)
[X] Suggest that the group head home
-[X] And do what once you're back home?
--[X] Practice Isa until Archer and Bazett are going to begin their operation
[X] Suggest that the group head home
-[X] And do what once you're back home?
--[X] Practice Isa until Archer and Bazett are going to begin their operation
*looks at Fate/Kaleid Liner Prisma Illya*
WanderingTwix
Posting something good once in a full moon
- Location
- United Kingdom
Like, while the group are with homura? Eh.
[X] Kiss your girlfriend (with her permission)
[X] Suggest that the group head home
-[X] And do what once you're back home?
--[X] Practice Isa until Archer and Bazett are going to begin their operation
- Location
- Around here
*looks at you looking at Fate/Kaleid Liner Prisma Illya*
Come to think of it, though, that might be one of the better ways for a magus to transfer prana into a Magical Girl or Grief Seed - the bodily fluids of a magus act as natural carriers for their prana, after all. Other options would involve bleeding on it or doing something similar to what Shirou did with Rin before this final battle in UBW.
I have been nowhere near as explicit with regards to mana transfers as Prillya is, hence why I said much earlier in this quest's lifetime that the only references to Prillya that I would include were Caren's role as school nurse and some musical cues.
And it's a shame that the series turns into what it does after Kuro's introduction, because I thought that the first season was a legitimately fun magical girl series.
- Location
- United States
I read it as: Suggest that the group "head back home", as in everyone goes home, not that Homura is inviting them all over to her apartment right before the operation is to begin.
Plus it was the defacto "go home" option that SVS provided us before we opted for them to go to the Arcade, I just copied and pasted it here.Hey, Nasuverse, amirite?
Day 22 Chapter 14
- Location
- Around here
[X] Kiss your girlfriend (with her permission)
[X] Suggest that the group head home
-[X] And do what once you're back home?
--[X] Practice Isa until Archer and Bazett are going to begin their operation
[X] Suggest that the group head home
-[X] And do what once you're back home?
--[X] Practice Isa until Archer and Bazett are going to begin their operation
You sit beside Madoka inside the photo booth, silent while Sayaka receives a chewing-out from Hitomi just on the other side of the booth's privacy curtain. While your attentions are turned more closely to the scarlet-coloured Madoka seated beside you, you can still manage to catch snippets of the conversation outside. Sayaka, in typical fashion, has been trying to 'help' Madoka with something all afternoon, to which Hitomi is none too pleased at the forcefulness with which Sayaka is acting.
You look to Madoka again, face feverishly flushed, lips quivering, desperately trying to avoid eye contact with you. She's been red-faced the entire time that the two of you have been in the photo booth; is she sick? You reach a hand out to touch her forehead, but she recoils at your touch. "Don't be afraid, Madoka," you say, your voice a gentle low whisper. "I'm just checking your temperature, that's all."
The touch of your hand only causes the red cabbage Kaname to burn brighter, but she isn't hot; no warmer to the touch than usual. But, if she isn't sick, then what could it be?
She was like this earlier, too, when Sayaka and Hitomi left to go look at bras. She was the same flushed scarlet, fidgeting mess that she is now, and yet when the four of you were all together she was just fine. She's only been like this when it was you and she, alone.
Exactly as Sayaka has been planning for you and she to be.
"Madoka, before we had our pictures taken, you were trying to say something to me. What was it?" By the look in Madoka's eyes, the gig is up. She knows that you've figured out Sayaka's plan. "Was there a reason that Sayaka has been trying to engineer situations where it's just us, alone?"
"Were you hoping for us to kiss, perhaps?" A whimper escapes from Madoka's lips, and she wordlessly nods her head, never once making eye contact with you. "There's no need to be so embarrassed if you do; it's just a natural part of being in a relationship with someone." Still met with silence, you ask "Do you want to kiss?" As before, Madoka lets escape a soft whimper as she nods her head for you. Taking that as a sign of permission from Madoka, you lean in closer.
The moments leading up to the kiss serve to drive home just how much your repetitive looping has changed Madoka, and perhaps not always for the better. The first time that Madoka was your significant other, she had no problem with confidently asserting her desires; in fact, she had been the one to initiate your first kiss, and even for several timelines after it was still always Madoka that would initiate a kiss. But now, so, so many timelines removed from that Madoka, the Madoka before you is embarrassed to admit, even to herself, that she desires to move your relationship beyond hugging and hand-holding.
But, isn't this Madoka better, if it means she will remain who she is?
Your lips meet Madoka's flesh, but not the flesh of her lips. Instead, Madoka has brought her hand up over her mouth, intercepting your kiss. "No! We can't!"
"What's wrong? I thought this was what you wanted."
"It is, but..." Madoka still can't bring herself to look you in the eye, but at least now you've gotten her to speak up. "I really wanted to kiss you, Homura-chan, for a really long time, but I- I just think we're moving too fast! It hasn't even been a month since I met you, and we only started dating last week! And... This'll be my first kiss, too. For as much as I'd really like to kiss you, I don't want to feel like I have to force myself to just because Sayaka-chan put us in this position."
For the first time since the two of you entered the photo booth, Madoka manages to look you in the eye as she says "So if it's okay with you, Homura-chan, I'd rather wait until a special occasion before we kiss."
You smile, and the red cabbage seated beside you is gone, replaced by the smiling face of the girl you love. "That's just fine, Madoka. We don't have to do anything you aren't comfortable with."
Taking Madoka by the hand, you lead her back out into the arcade, where Sayaka and Hitomi are waiting. "So, did you two kiss while you were in there or what?" Three hands collectively meet their respective faces as Sayaka stares in shock. "What? What did I say?"
You look to Madoka again, face feverishly flushed, lips quivering, desperately trying to avoid eye contact with you. She's been red-faced the entire time that the two of you have been in the photo booth; is she sick? You reach a hand out to touch her forehead, but she recoils at your touch. "Don't be afraid, Madoka," you say, your voice a gentle low whisper. "I'm just checking your temperature, that's all."
The touch of your hand only causes the red cabbage Kaname to burn brighter, but she isn't hot; no warmer to the touch than usual. But, if she isn't sick, then what could it be?
She was like this earlier, too, when Sayaka and Hitomi left to go look at bras. She was the same flushed scarlet, fidgeting mess that she is now, and yet when the four of you were all together she was just fine. She's only been like this when it was you and she, alone.
Exactly as Sayaka has been planning for you and she to be.
"Madoka, before we had our pictures taken, you were trying to say something to me. What was it?" By the look in Madoka's eyes, the gig is up. She knows that you've figured out Sayaka's plan. "Was there a reason that Sayaka has been trying to engineer situations where it's just us, alone?"
"Were you hoping for us to kiss, perhaps?" A whimper escapes from Madoka's lips, and she wordlessly nods her head, never once making eye contact with you. "There's no need to be so embarrassed if you do; it's just a natural part of being in a relationship with someone." Still met with silence, you ask "Do you want to kiss?" As before, Madoka lets escape a soft whimper as she nods her head for you. Taking that as a sign of permission from Madoka, you lean in closer.
The moments leading up to the kiss serve to drive home just how much your repetitive looping has changed Madoka, and perhaps not always for the better. The first time that Madoka was your significant other, she had no problem with confidently asserting her desires; in fact, she had been the one to initiate your first kiss, and even for several timelines after it was still always Madoka that would initiate a kiss. But now, so, so many timelines removed from that Madoka, the Madoka before you is embarrassed to admit, even to herself, that she desires to move your relationship beyond hugging and hand-holding.
But, isn't this Madoka better, if it means she will remain who she is?
Your lips meet Madoka's flesh, but not the flesh of her lips. Instead, Madoka has brought her hand up over her mouth, intercepting your kiss. "No! We can't!"
"What's wrong? I thought this was what you wanted."
"It is, but..." Madoka still can't bring herself to look you in the eye, but at least now you've gotten her to speak up. "I really wanted to kiss you, Homura-chan, for a really long time, but I- I just think we're moving too fast! It hasn't even been a month since I met you, and we only started dating last week! And... This'll be my first kiss, too. For as much as I'd really like to kiss you, I don't want to feel like I have to force myself to just because Sayaka-chan put us in this position."
For the first time since the two of you entered the photo booth, Madoka manages to look you in the eye as she says "So if it's okay with you, Homura-chan, I'd rather wait until a special occasion before we kiss."
You smile, and the red cabbage seated beside you is gone, replaced by the smiling face of the girl you love. "That's just fine, Madoka. We don't have to do anything you aren't comfortable with."
Taking Madoka by the hand, you lead her back out into the arcade, where Sayaka and Hitomi are waiting. "So, did you two kiss while you were in there or what?" Three hands collectively meet their respective faces as Sayaka stares in shock. "What? What did I say?"
Following the events of the arcade, it was decided that your group would head back home, being able to depart calling the trip a success. Madoka, Sayaka, and Hitomi make a quick stop over at your apartment in order to grab their bags, and you remember to give back to Madoka the plush lizard you won for her earlier, which you had tucked away in the bag with your CDs for safekeeping. The CDs you purchased in Mikuni Oriko's stead are still there, leaving you to wonder how best to deliver them to her without arousing the suspicions of Kure Kirika.
Before handing the toy over, you gently press your lips to its tiny lizard snout, and as Madoka takes it from you you say "Take care of her, now."
Nodding furiously and promising "Of course I will! I won't forget!" Madoka repeats your action, pressing her own lips to the spot where you had placed yours. It's fine if Madoka wants to wait; there are plenty of other ways for you to show your affection for her that don't involve a direct kiss.
"Getting a little sentimental are we, master?"
"How long have you been home, Archer?"
"Long enough. Someone's got to stay behind and make sure your cat gets fed while you go running off with your friends."
"Right." Setting aside the CD bag, you flop down onto one of your couches, staring up at the ceiling as you form an Isa-enchanted arrow in your hand. "I forgot to ask, but how did things go at the hospital earlier? Were you able to convince at least one of the girls not to contract?"
"I wasn't able to find the other girl, and I'm not sure how successful I was at convincing the first one that I spoke to." Your eyes turn in Archer's direction, but you don't bother to expend the energy to sit up; that's vital energy that could be used for more practice. "She had her legs crushed by falling rubble during the fight with Mikuni and Kure, and she said that she'll be lucky if she ever walks again. Given how willing Sayaka likely would have been to take the contract for her little boyfriend had we not intervened, I'd still say the chance is high that she takes it, even in spite of my warning."
At best, this girl taking the Incubator's contract means another possible master and servant to add to your side. At worst, it means an agent actively competing against you and your allies for resources. But most likely, it means one more witch to be divided up among the five of you. You sigh, your breath already visible from the cold as you practice, training yourself to draw Isa by freezing the water molecules in the air.
"You've picked that up rather quickly, haven't you?"
"Only just barely. I can't keep it for long enough to invoke it during my practice, so until I can it's just a neat party trick."
"Well, you're making good progress, so keep at it."
Another arrow forms in your outstretched hand, its blued steel tip glistening as frozen droplets of water catch the light. Staring at the arrow in your hand, you wonder, how are the other girls doing with their own practice?
Your phone buzzes in the pocket of your uniform. At first, the hope that it could be Madoka sends your hand reaching at record speeds, but the caller ID instead shows the unfamiliar number you've come to associate with the foreign magical inspector. "McRemitz-san, what can I do for you?"
"It's time." Of course; it's time. "Have Archer meet me in the same place as Monday."
[ ] Wat do?
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WanderingTwix
Posting something good once in a full moon
- Location
- United Kingdom
WanderingTwix
Posting something good once in a full moon
- Location
- United Kingdom
[X] Have Archer meet McRemitz-san in the same place as Monday
-[x] Continue Isa practice
[X] Switch perspectives to Archer
-[x] Continue Isa practice
[X] Switch perspectives to Archer
Day 22 Chapter 15
- Location
- Around here
[X] Have Archer meet McRemitz-san in the same place as Monday
-[X] Continue Isa practice
[X] Switch perspectives to Archer
-[X] Continue Isa practice
[X] Switch perspectives to Archer
"McRemitz-san, what can I do for you? ... Right, I understand. I'll have him join you right away." As quickly as she picks it up, your master sets her phone down on the couch beside her. "Archer, McRemitz-san says that she's ready for you to join her. She said to meet her in the same place that you did on Monday."
"The same place as Monday?" That would be the foot bridge off Main Street that crosses into Kazamino. "I can do that. It'll take me about a half-hour to meet up with her, and then about another twenty minutes for us to reach the 'Church'. I'll contact you when we've arrived." Or if something goes wrong.
You're hoping that nothing goes wrong, but with what's in the cards for the 'Church', who's to say. It pays to be on your guard. "Let me know when McRemitz-san is done, too. I'll be looking forward to hearing how it all goes."
"Right. Until then, just keep practicing the way that you're doing," you say, getting in the last word over your master as you head out. You haven't felt the need to change what you're wearing since leaving the hospital, but that's just fine. With the next half-hour to be spent walking down the street in full view of the world, your civilian attire is what this mission calls for.
As you walk, you take the time to give consideration to the things you've received from your 'employer' today. With everything else that's happened, it feels like you haven't had the time to give them their proper consideration, but now that you have a half-hour where the only thing you need to do is walk in a straight line, you figure now would be the perfect time to properly consider them.
The sword of the first Hassan, and the spear used by the warrior-teacher Scáthach.
Both are useful, but you find yourself picking holes in both of them, namely in their shared ability to impose death upon their target. While having that would have been useful when fighting against Mikuni and Kure, you aren't sure whether the witches of this city experience 'life' in the same way that your master does, or if the concept of 'death' is the same to them as it is to a mortal. They're both useful if they work as intended, to be sure, but it's that lack of surety as to whether they would work that leaves you second-guessing.
Still, if the fancy struck you, you wouldn't be averse to at least giving it a try, just to see.
However, you will say this about your 'employer'; for whatever it may or may not care about your master, it's absolutely correct when it says that she could use a vacation when this is all over. You can't see into the future to know whether you'll be able to join her, or to even see her once this is all over, but on the topic of her deserving a vacation you're in complete agreement with your 'employer'.
Oh, so we're back to that now? For whatever reason, despite that being the line with which your 'employer' sent you out into the world on this mission, this is the first you're hearing of that part of the deal actually being upheld. Before, it had been wishful thinking at best, the carrot to get you to comply, but now...
With your mind giving its full attention to pressing matters, the half-hour of your walk has come to a close with the sighting of McRemitz-san, already in position and waiting for you by the foot bridge. "You're late," she says, pointing to her watch. "By a full minute. Did you know that?"
"Oh no, how will the world ever recover?"
"Keep it up; maybe the snakes over that way will eat you while you're perched on the roof."
'As if I'd let myself get eaten while I'm serving as the backup. What would you do, then?"
"Same thing I've always done- Punch my way out if things get rough."
The walk over the rest of the way is spent in silence, but all the while you can't help but wonder what the prying eyes of this city must be thinking- Your face is certainly Japanese enough, but your tanned skin and silver hair mark you as different. Walking beside you is a foreign woman, her clean-pressed suit and sharp features giving her an air of unapproachability that goes beyond the differentness inherent to her foreign face. Add that with the fact that this is your second such meeting, and that you're both heading in the same direction, and one can only wonder as to the thoughts of an onlooker.
And here you are, two days later. The warehouse looks to be in the same dilapidated state that it had been on Monday; you can only hope for the sake of the flock that the shepherd has at least finished making the inside hospitable. "Well, this is our stop. I imagine you'll be wanting me to get up on the roof again?"
"Correct. Keep watch for anything suspicious; and this time, if you spot my familiar about to get eaten, do something about it, will you? Shoot the damn snake if you have to. Saint Patrick didn't take shit from any snakes, and neither will I."
You hold yourself back from asking if McRemitz fills that canister over her shoulder with Guinness, and take up your post atop the nearest structurally-healthy roof in spitting distance of the 'Church'. In spirit form, no one can see the crazy man perched atop the roof of a warehouse. "Alright master, things are looking good so far. I'm in position overlooking the warehouse, and McRemitz has just thrown up her familiar and is heading inside."
"Good. Keep me informed if anything happens- And I do mean anything, this time, even if it's as innocuous as McRemitz-san's familiar being eaten by a snake."
"Right. I'll be sure to let you know the instant our scaly friend makes a meal out of her scrap bird. You've been practicing, I take it?"
"Yes."
"Good. I'll talk to you again if I see anything."
"Ah, the inquisitive sister from a foreign land returns after all!" Father Zetsubou greeted Bazett as she entered, smiling as he directed her to join the rest of the congregation. "I'm so glad to see that you have decided to join us after all."
With her left eye, Bazett watched the world through the eyes of her familiar, that tiny stone bird fluttering about overhead, while with her right eye she studied those of the flock who had already joined. The crowd was decently-sized with members of all ages, and there seemed to be no indication that this was everyone who would be coming before the night was done. "The pleasure is mine, Father. Personally, I'm just glad you've allowed a curious outsider like myself to see what all the fuss is about."
"Oh, nonsense, all are welcome here. Come, come," he motioned, leading Bazett through the crowd towards the makeshift podium where his daughter stands waiting. "Sister Kibou has made you a present- Look." Wordlessly, Sister Kibou handed Bazett her present, a string of rosary beads with a handmade representation of the Church's symbol strung up with them. The little wooden cross and sunburst are painted an orange-red, with black filling in the engraved highlighted areas.
"Your daughter made this?" Bazett asked, as she took the string of beads and placed them in her pocket. "She has a skilled hand."
"Yes, well, my daughter always did have an eye for art. She was the one who painted the murals on the walls, too."
On Monday, the walls had been a bare white of newly-drying paint. Now, praying hands, sunbursts, and many twisting and turning decorations lined the walls, all painted using black as the primary colour, with white, orange-red, and greys of all shades serving as highlights. To make meaning out of every shape and design seemed impossible to Bazett, and the more carefully she looked, the more fiercely the designs seemed to twist and turn into unidentifiable nothingness. "It certainly looks rather striking."
"I was inspired by visions I saw in a dream." Ah, so Sister Kibou can speak, after all. "The Righteous Sister showed to me the images she wished to display to the world, and asked for the use of my hand to create them." A moment's glance down to the girl's hand revealed no silver ring on her left middle finger; but Bazett couldn't yet discount the possibility of this girl being a mage. She might have hidden her silver ring, or might still be a mage despite not belonging to Akemi's order.
But to hear the voice of the 'Righteous Sister', if what she says is true, would indicate to Bazett that her guess last night was correct; that she and her father have some ability to commune with whatever the 'Righteous Sister' is. There might still be something else at work here.
Another person entered, a young girl with wavy emerald locks; she couldn't have been older than Akemi, by Bazett's guess. She too must be a new initiate, as Father Zetsubou strode up to her, presenting her with the same welcome that he had to Bazett.
With her left eye, Bazett watched the world through the eyes of her familiar, that tiny stone bird fluttering about overhead, while with her right eye she studied those of the flock who had already joined. The crowd was decently-sized with members of all ages, and there seemed to be no indication that this was everyone who would be coming before the night was done. "The pleasure is mine, Father. Personally, I'm just glad you've allowed a curious outsider like myself to see what all the fuss is about."
"Oh, nonsense, all are welcome here. Come, come," he motioned, leading Bazett through the crowd towards the makeshift podium where his daughter stands waiting. "Sister Kibou has made you a present- Look." Wordlessly, Sister Kibou handed Bazett her present, a string of rosary beads with a handmade representation of the Church's symbol strung up with them. The little wooden cross and sunburst are painted an orange-red, with black filling in the engraved highlighted areas.
"Your daughter made this?" Bazett asked, as she took the string of beads and placed them in her pocket. "She has a skilled hand."
"Yes, well, my daughter always did have an eye for art. She was the one who painted the murals on the walls, too."
On Monday, the walls had been a bare white of newly-drying paint. Now, praying hands, sunbursts, and many twisting and turning decorations lined the walls, all painted using black as the primary colour, with white, orange-red, and greys of all shades serving as highlights. To make meaning out of every shape and design seemed impossible to Bazett, and the more carefully she looked, the more fiercely the designs seemed to twist and turn into unidentifiable nothingness. "It certainly looks rather striking."
"I was inspired by visions I saw in a dream." Ah, so Sister Kibou can speak, after all. "The Righteous Sister showed to me the images she wished to display to the world, and asked for the use of my hand to create them." A moment's glance down to the girl's hand revealed no silver ring on her left middle finger; but Bazett couldn't yet discount the possibility of this girl being a mage. She might have hidden her silver ring, or might still be a mage despite not belonging to Akemi's order.
But to hear the voice of the 'Righteous Sister', if what she says is true, would indicate to Bazett that her guess last night was correct; that she and her father have some ability to commune with whatever the 'Righteous Sister' is. There might still be something else at work here.
Another person entered, a young girl with wavy emerald locks; she couldn't have been older than Akemi, by Bazett's guess. She too must be a new initiate, as Father Zetsubou strode up to her, presenting her with the same welcome that he had to Bazett.
"Hey, master, just thought you should know that your friend Hitomi has decided to take her investigation to the next step."
"What's that supposed to mean?"
"It means that I just saw her walking into the 'Church'. Do you want to do anything about it?"
The practice arrow falls from your hand as Archer informs you that Hitomi has just decided to stoop to Sayaka-levels of stupid by investigating the 'Church' on her own. Its frozen head shatters on impact with the floor, sending shards of ice scattering in all directions. You'll make Archer clean that up when he gets back, but right now...
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[X] Hey, we're a conglomerate of Human consciousness, not a hive mind. Some of us care about you and your Master, and it's us that care enough to try and make this be your last job, so cheer up a little!
[X] Wait until something interesting happens. If you spot a snake trying to consume Bazett's familiar, kill it discreetly by shooting a dull-metal dinner knife at it or something.
If it's just a snake then something mundane that won't reflect light and is simple enough to not give off magical energy should do the job just right. Gotta be discreet of course.
[X] Wait until something interesting happens. If you spot a snake trying to consume Bazett's familiar, kill it discreetly by shooting a dull-metal dinner knife at it or something.
If it's just a snake then something mundane that won't reflect light and is simple enough to not give off magical energy should do the job just right. Gotta be discreet of course.
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Wait, wouldn't we be Patrick in this instance, since we're the one driving away the snake from eating the familiar?
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But then what do we call the familiar? This is but an amusing (and in this case ironic, since it can't do anything to the snakes) name to dub Bazett's familiar.
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Ireland, since it's having the snakes driven away from it.But then what do we call the familiar? This is but an amusing (and in this case ironic, since it can't do anything to the snakes) name to dub Bazett's familiar.
Actually, speaking of Ireland, I just realized how much worse The Troubles could have been in both the Fate and PMMM universes thanks to the presence and likely involvement of magic.
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Posting something good once in a full moon
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[X] Wait until something interesting happens. If you spot a snake trying to consume Bazett's familiar, kill it discreetly by shooting a dull-metal dinner knife at it or something.
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Alright, it turns out I was unable to make a full post out of what I had typed up from the last vote, so what I've done is amended what I did type onto the end of the previous post. I encourage everyone to read over the added content and submit their votes for how to proceed from there.