OverReactionGuy
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And then way down the list.
Hadoken- Nuke spell powered by love.
Hadoken- Nuke spell powered by love.
Dial M for MAGICAL GIRL (Young Justice SI)
- Thread starter Hestia&theCourt
- Start date
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- Somewhere down the road~
But first you have to do a little song number to prep it up.
OverReactionGuy
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And a few twirls.
numina
white knight princess
- Location
- under my Master's basement
I'd do it.
What? Don't tell me you wouldn't do it too?
Hestia&theCourt
Turns out we're plural too.
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My likely reaction to that particular combination of effects:
*starts the song, begins charging energy*
*Bad guy sees me charging energy*
*Bad guy hits me with everything he's got*
Because seriously, who's gonna let me stand there and sing a song in the middle of combat?
Grue
滅亡迅雷
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And that's why the smart magical girl doesn't stand still. Twirls =/= standing still.My likely reaction to that particular combination of effects:
*starts the song, begins charging energy*
*Bad guy sees me charging energy*
*Bad guy hits me with everything he's got*
Because seriously, who's gonna let me stand there and sing a song in the middle of combat?
Hestia&theCourt
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I dunno, still seems pretty easy to hit me if they have any experience shooting a moving target. For example, twirling will do pretty much zilch to any enemy who's used to fighting the Flash.
Of course, in-character I also have the tendency to assume that people will act more competently than they actually do, soooo...
Omake: Rising Heart Beam
- Location
- Somewhere down the road~
My likely reaction to that particular combination of effects:
*starts the song, begins charging energy*
*Bad guy sees me charging energy*
*Bad guy hits me with everything he's got*
Because seriously, who's gonna let me stand there and sing a song in the middle of combat?
Ahem, an omake, from me to you:
Everything was running smoothly for the duo's first ever heist. Well, okay, they may have compromised on repainting airsoft guns rather than getting real ones, and just 'borrowing' a pair of stockings from Phillis' missus for their slapdash masks, but everyone was terrified and the money was coming in real smooth.
Well, it was, until the glass panel that stretched across the front broke and shattered as a pink glowing blur crashed through it and into the bank.
The pinkish light subsided when the blur stopped, leaving only the form of an oddly costumed girl dusting off the hems of her heart-peppered skirt. She coughed into her fist, before striking a pose somewhere between adorable and stupefying awkward.
"Stop right there, criminal scum!"
The silence that perpetuated the bank at her exclamation may have said more than words could have possibly conveyed.
"Ey, Roger," Phillis loudly whispered to the other half of the thieving duo, "I don't really think I can fight a kid, eh."
"Uh, Phillie, she may have heard that," Roger replied, hand on his face as he loudly whispers back, "I think she's blushing."
"How can you tell? Everything on her is pink and-"
"Shut up!" Phillis was rather miffed about being interrupted by the girl, but before he can interject she continued:
"I'm sick and tired of everyone making fun of me!" Her face was wholly red now, save for the pink diamond mask on her face preventing anyone from truly identifying her. "That's it!"
"Oh yeah?" Phillis, quite petty at being interrupted, snarked back in his thick canadian accent, "Whatcha gonna do about it, girlie?"
"This!"
Then everything in the room went pink-
"Phillie, I can't see anythin'!" Roger shouted, blinded from the searing pink girliness the heroine was emanating.
To protect the world from evil and injustice!
"Me too, Roger!" Everyone was, actually. It was practically a flashbang in its intensity.To spread happiness and love through the hearts of all!
"I can't hear anything, Phillie! Some sorta music's drowning everything out!"In the name of love, here I go~~~
"Whaddya say e-"~~~~Rising Heart ♥ Beam!~~~~
Later, after the whole shebang, the duo were found embedded six foot into a concrete wall, and had all this to say about the entire altercation:
"I think I'll stick with Superman, eh."
"We're not even in Metropolis, Phillie."
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Hestia&theCourt
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Well, that's a possibility I hadn't envisioned, and it is hilarious. Omake'd!
Episode 1.2: Slavery Day
Hestia&theCourt
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"SERIOUSLY, KYUBEY, SCREW YOU AND EVERYTHING YOU STAND FOR!"
Somehow, I do not believe you actually mean that. Without warning, "Kyubey" appeared on top of the Happy Harbor sign. You do not strike me as the type to casually fornicate with-.
"Not what I meant, please don't finish that thought!" I yelled, feeling my cheeks heat up from embarrassment.
If I must. The creature's eyes glittered with dark amusement.
"Why are you even here, anyway? I mean, you literally just teleported me away."
There are a few more details I am required to inform you of. The bunnycat thing stretched. First, you have no material possessions to your name. According to this planet's databases, you do not exist.
Craaaaaap. "Scr- er, a pox on you, Kyubey."
My species does not sustain illness, although I recognize your unfriendly intent.
I gritted my teeth. Leave it to someone posing as Kyubey to be completely uninsultable. (Is that even a word?)
There is one small exception: you will find your phone, with all your music files included, as well as a charger.
"Great, so I can listen to Megalovania while I'm wandering around as a hobo. Thanks. Real helpful." I put as much sarcasm into that as I could, even knowing that it wouldn't do any good. What can I say? Old habits die hard, and sarcasm is definitely one of my older habits.
In spite of your lack of sincerity, you are welcome, the creature replied smugly, swishing its tail. Another thing I must inform you of is the fact that as long as you do not take it into excess, time to practice with your abilities will not count against you.
I shuddered at the thought. Yeah, that would've been bad. At least the creature's master seemed to want to pretend it was playing fair.
Finally… With another tail swish, Kyubey and I were abruptly standing on a rocky shore, facing the ocean. I am required to lead you to a place where you can practice if you so desire. I believe this will suffice.
"You couldn't have picked somewhere warmer?" I muttered, hugging myself in a futile attempt to counteract the cold breeze coming from the ocean.
I could have, "Kyubey" agreed, its head tilting. But then you would have been noticed. This place is cold, unfriendly, and difficult to reach. The odds of detection are low.
…unfortunately, I couldn't argue with that logic, so instead, I pulled the device out of my pocket. Its surface was cool to the touch and made out of what looked like obsidian. A red pentagram was inscribed on it, with a smaller red square inside it. At each of the pentacle's points and at each corner of the square, a single red cursive capital letter glowed softly. Weirdly, no matter which way I tilted the device, the orientation of the letters stayed constant: the letter "A" would always be at the top point of the pentacle, "G" was always the top left corner of the square, and so on.
All in all, the thing looked pretty ominous, although the effect was somewhat mitigated when I realized that the letters were just "magic" and "girl" arranged in alphabetical order going clockwise. I mean, seriously, was the creator of this device just OCD or something? Why would it be in alphabetical order? I still have yet to figure this out.
Anyway, it didn't look like it had any buttons. I gingerly pressed my finger against the "m", and while there didn't seem to be a button there at all, it lit up more brightly. It almost reminded me of a... hm. I swiped my finger from the "m" to the "a", and the "a" lit up as well.
"Huh. Didn't know weird magic devices came with touch screens."
"Kyubey" didn't comment, so I kept moving my finger to spell "Magic" and…
…yeah, even ten years later, I still can't find a good way to describe what happened. I don't know if it's anything like taking drugs, but if it is, I don't see why anyone does it. It's so disorienting. The world vanishing, replaced by psychedelic colors, sparkles, and swirls... the feeling of my body changing into the other gender, complete with the Animorphs-esque feeling that I should be in immense pain but aren't… my clothes vanishing, but no feeling colder as a result… or, in this particular case, no feeling at all. As if my nerve endings had just vanished.
And the worst bit was me talking… no, yelling without having any idea why I was saying any of it. Especially since… well, it sounded so cheesy. I mean, you're all used to it by now, and I've grudgingly accepted it, but imagine hearing it for the first time coming out of your mouth without any say in the matter. It was seriously unnerving.
At the time, I had no idea how long the process took, but it felt like forever. You think magical girl transformations take a long time in anime? Try living through one. The only good thing about the length of it is that by the time I was done, the shock of suddenly transforming had worn off and I had made the obvious connection. Well, obvious if you had read a certain comic about a device that granted randomized power sets, anyway.
"…you gave me a magical girl version of the H-Dial, didn't you?" My voice sounded completely unfamiliar, and not just because it was female. My voice, normally higher-pitched and somewhat childlike, was now low and gravelly, kind of like one or two older Hispanic smokers I've known.
You could say that, yes.
"Lovely," I grumbled. "Because of course you gave me the device that will give me a random powerset and appearance every time I use it. Because why let me get used to my powers and find new ways to use them when you can make me have to figure out what my powers are every stinking time I take a new form?!" By the end, I was practically yelling. Normally I'm better about controlling my temper, but, well… I'd like to see you keep your cool under the same circumstances.
And I swear, even though the creature's expression technically never changes, I'm sure I saw a smirk on that thing's face. Why do you think you have been allowed time to practice? This will give you an opportunity to find ways around that limitation.
I growled, resisting the temptation to punch the creature. I was pretty sure it wouldn't do any good. "Why are you even still here? You're not exactly being helpful anymore. You told me everything you said you needed to tell me."
I'm told it's thematic for a magical girl to have an animal companion, "Kyubey" said, tilting its head. Seeing as you do not have one of your own at the moment, I am evidently the current stand-in.
"So not only do I have to figure out how to make this work in my favor, I have to do it with you watching?!" I threw up my hands. "Great. Just great. Any other ways you plan to make my life miserable today? Might as well get them all out of the way now, right?!"
I have no further intentions to make you miserable today.
With a sigh, I replied, "And yet somehow that fails to reassure me."
It is not my fault that you consider me untrustworthy.
"I-! But-! You-! ARGH!"
…are you done?
The hint of another smirk snapped what was left of my self-control, and instinct took over. Jutting my arm into the sky, I yelled "SHUT UP!", causing a huge stalagmite to erupt beneath "Kyubey" and impale the creature, suspending him several feet in midair. Then I clenched my fist, and a stone burst out of the ground and flew at high speed towards the peak where "Kyubey" was stuck. Then another, and another, and another… Rock smashed against rock, booming and cracking loudly, but I was too angry to care about the earsplitting racket I was causing, or about the stone dust stinging my eyes. I just wanted him dead. And, after the dust died down and I saw what little was left of his body, I thought maybe I had succeeded.
Well. This is unexpected, a depressingly familiar voice echoed in my head, crushing my hopes. "Kyubey" sat atop a nearby boulder, licking stone dust off of its paw. Yet this does appear to have amused my superiors. I will serve as your target during practice.
Logically speaking, I should have been frustrated that he considered my attacks so ineffective that he seemed completely indifferent to the idea of being my punching bag. In hindsight, I should probably have also been worried about the fact that I had felt no remorse when I thought I had killed him. But at the time…
I grinned savagely. "So I get the chance to crush you over and over again with no consequences? First good news I've heard all day!"
It was a very educational killing spree, even if the creature seemed completely unfazed no matter what I did.
Deaths 1-6 established that I definitely had a fairly potent geomantic ability. I couldn't do more than one thing at once with stone, but as long as I focused on one thing at a time, the rock was my plaything. Spikes, boulders, giant hands… just for fun, I tried to make a Green Lantern ring out of stone, and managed to get a surprising amount of detail on it. Then I sent it flying through the creature's head. Apparently, this form also came with pretty good aiming skills.
Deaths 7-13 established that I had summonable weapons. I found out later that they were known as hunga mungas, a type of African throwing axe. At the time, I thought I was throwing distorted sharpened swastikas. (Which made me wonder why the heck anyone would make such weapons.) But what they lacked in political correctness, they made up for in utility. They were made of stone, which allowed me to control them with geomancy in order to propel them at much higher speeds after throwing them. No matter what punishment they took, they didn't break, and they returned to my hands instantly when I wanted them back. And they were satisfyingly sharp, sharp enough that the cliff nearby provided very little resistance to being sliced through when I propelled them at top speed. (Not that I meant to attack the cliff, mind. It just happened to be behind "Kyubey".)
Death 23 was when I slowed down enough to realize that I wasn't just a geomancer, I was actually made of stone. Admittedly, this was after a punch missed and I accidentally shattered my right hand against the cliff. Although, to my credit, I also left a fair-sized crater in the cliff.
To this day, I'm surprised I didn't freak out, but in hindsight, I think something about being in Magical Girl form blunts my fear response. Probably a good thing, because otherwise I'd probably have spent every fight hiding.
It probably also helped that I felt no pain whatsoever, wasn't even remotely tired in spite of several minutes of strenuous activity, and that my hand grew back within seconds. It's amazing how much more blasé about injury you become when you don't tire, feel no pain, and can regenerate from be-handing in less than a minute.
It was weird-looking, though, I'll say that much. Black gravel sprouted from the stump where my hand had been and started fusing together, forming a hand made out of what looked like obsidian.
Huh. I hadn't realized I was made of obsidian. What else had I not noticed?
That thought was troubling enough for me to take a closer look at myself by checking out my reflection in the water.
My whole body was made of smoothly-polished obsidian, covered by a dark red robe with a hood. My eyes glowed softly red. The effect was somewhat muted by the fact that it was still daytime, but overall…
"I look kinda like a Sith Lord… Sith Lady? Whatever. I look like one. …well, minus the lightsaber." I grimaced. "And also a little too short. Come on, if I'm going to get a different body, couldn't I have at least been tall?"
It was a possibility, but it didn't happen to be the case this time.
I threw a hunga munga at "Kyubey" and split him in two. "Shut up, Kyubey." At this point, though, it was more habit than actual anger. That had worn off somewhere around Death 12.
I stopped trying to kill Kyubey after Death 26. It was just… boring me at that point, even with wearing my homemade ring and pretending I was a Green Lantern. Besides, I had a fairly good handle on my abilities, since they basically responded to my desires. I didn't have to visualize the desired effect exactly to get results, which made things much easier.
…help…
…what? That seemed out of character for "Kyubey". "And I'm supposed to want to help you why, exactly?" I asked, turning to the bunnycat thing.
I didn't say that.
What? "Then… who did?"
As if in response, a transparent, female humanoid figure rose from the rock in front of me. …help… me… Some sort of weird energy hovered around her. Nothing I could see, but more sensed. Like the feeling you get when someone's watching you or something? Argh, it's hard to describe even now. Anyway, I could feel the energy around her, and I got the feeling that I could manipulate it. Make it stronger, or disperse it…
I didn't do either just then, though. "What do you need help with?" I asked the figure. "And, uh, who are you, anyway?
…i… am cynthia… cynthia pearson… my daughter… she needs… help…
"What's the problem?"
…kidnapped… ex-husband… found her… don't know… what he'll do…
I clenched my fist and my teeth, restraining my anger. Better to use it on him. "Do you know where he is now?"
…yes…
With a thought, I summoned the hunga mungas into my hand. "Then what are we waiting for? Let's go make him pay."
Somehow, I do not believe you actually mean that. Without warning, "Kyubey" appeared on top of the Happy Harbor sign. You do not strike me as the type to casually fornicate with-.
"Not what I meant, please don't finish that thought!" I yelled, feeling my cheeks heat up from embarrassment.
If I must. The creature's eyes glittered with dark amusement.
"Why are you even here, anyway? I mean, you literally just teleported me away."
There are a few more details I am required to inform you of. The bunnycat thing stretched. First, you have no material possessions to your name. According to this planet's databases, you do not exist.
Craaaaaap. "Scr- er, a pox on you, Kyubey."
My species does not sustain illness, although I recognize your unfriendly intent.
I gritted my teeth. Leave it to someone posing as Kyubey to be completely uninsultable. (Is that even a word?)
There is one small exception: you will find your phone, with all your music files included, as well as a charger.
"Great, so I can listen to Megalovania while I'm wandering around as a hobo. Thanks. Real helpful." I put as much sarcasm into that as I could, even knowing that it wouldn't do any good. What can I say? Old habits die hard, and sarcasm is definitely one of my older habits.
In spite of your lack of sincerity, you are welcome, the creature replied smugly, swishing its tail. Another thing I must inform you of is the fact that as long as you do not take it into excess, time to practice with your abilities will not count against you.
I shuddered at the thought. Yeah, that would've been bad. At least the creature's master seemed to want to pretend it was playing fair.
Finally… With another tail swish, Kyubey and I were abruptly standing on a rocky shore, facing the ocean. I am required to lead you to a place where you can practice if you so desire. I believe this will suffice.
"You couldn't have picked somewhere warmer?" I muttered, hugging myself in a futile attempt to counteract the cold breeze coming from the ocean.
I could have, "Kyubey" agreed, its head tilting. But then you would have been noticed. This place is cold, unfriendly, and difficult to reach. The odds of detection are low.
…unfortunately, I couldn't argue with that logic, so instead, I pulled the device out of my pocket. Its surface was cool to the touch and made out of what looked like obsidian. A red pentagram was inscribed on it, with a smaller red square inside it. At each of the pentacle's points and at each corner of the square, a single red cursive capital letter glowed softly. Weirdly, no matter which way I tilted the device, the orientation of the letters stayed constant: the letter "A" would always be at the top point of the pentacle, "G" was always the top left corner of the square, and so on.
All in all, the thing looked pretty ominous, although the effect was somewhat mitigated when I realized that the letters were just "magic" and "girl" arranged in alphabetical order going clockwise. I mean, seriously, was the creator of this device just OCD or something? Why would it be in alphabetical order? I still have yet to figure this out.
Anyway, it didn't look like it had any buttons. I gingerly pressed my finger against the "m", and while there didn't seem to be a button there at all, it lit up more brightly. It almost reminded me of a... hm. I swiped my finger from the "m" to the "a", and the "a" lit up as well.
"Huh. Didn't know weird magic devices came with touch screens."
"Kyubey" didn't comment, so I kept moving my finger to spell "Magic" and…
…yeah, even ten years later, I still can't find a good way to describe what happened. I don't know if it's anything like taking drugs, but if it is, I don't see why anyone does it. It's so disorienting. The world vanishing, replaced by psychedelic colors, sparkles, and swirls... the feeling of my body changing into the other gender, complete with the Animorphs-esque feeling that I should be in immense pain but aren't… my clothes vanishing, but no feeling colder as a result… or, in this particular case, no feeling at all. As if my nerve endings had just vanished.
And the worst bit was me talking… no, yelling without having any idea why I was saying any of it. Especially since… well, it sounded so cheesy. I mean, you're all used to it by now, and I've grudgingly accepted it, but imagine hearing it for the first time coming out of your mouth without any say in the matter. It was seriously unnerving.
At the time, I had no idea how long the process took, but it felt like forever. You think magical girl transformations take a long time in anime? Try living through one. The only good thing about the length of it is that by the time I was done, the shock of suddenly transforming had worn off and I had made the obvious connection. Well, obvious if you had read a certain comic about a device that granted randomized power sets, anyway.
"…you gave me a magical girl version of the H-Dial, didn't you?" My voice sounded completely unfamiliar, and not just because it was female. My voice, normally higher-pitched and somewhat childlike, was now low and gravelly, kind of like one or two older Hispanic smokers I've known.
You could say that, yes.
"Lovely," I grumbled. "Because of course you gave me the device that will give me a random powerset and appearance every time I use it. Because why let me get used to my powers and find new ways to use them when you can make me have to figure out what my powers are every stinking time I take a new form?!" By the end, I was practically yelling. Normally I'm better about controlling my temper, but, well… I'd like to see you keep your cool under the same circumstances.
And I swear, even though the creature's expression technically never changes, I'm sure I saw a smirk on that thing's face. Why do you think you have been allowed time to practice? This will give you an opportunity to find ways around that limitation.
I growled, resisting the temptation to punch the creature. I was pretty sure it wouldn't do any good. "Why are you even still here? You're not exactly being helpful anymore. You told me everything you said you needed to tell me."
I'm told it's thematic for a magical girl to have an animal companion, "Kyubey" said, tilting its head. Seeing as you do not have one of your own at the moment, I am evidently the current stand-in.
"So not only do I have to figure out how to make this work in my favor, I have to do it with you watching?!" I threw up my hands. "Great. Just great. Any other ways you plan to make my life miserable today? Might as well get them all out of the way now, right?!"
I have no further intentions to make you miserable today.
With a sigh, I replied, "And yet somehow that fails to reassure me."
It is not my fault that you consider me untrustworthy.
"I-! But-! You-! ARGH!"
…are you done?
The hint of another smirk snapped what was left of my self-control, and instinct took over. Jutting my arm into the sky, I yelled "SHUT UP!", causing a huge stalagmite to erupt beneath "Kyubey" and impale the creature, suspending him several feet in midair. Then I clenched my fist, and a stone burst out of the ground and flew at high speed towards the peak where "Kyubey" was stuck. Then another, and another, and another… Rock smashed against rock, booming and cracking loudly, but I was too angry to care about the earsplitting racket I was causing, or about the stone dust stinging my eyes. I just wanted him dead. And, after the dust died down and I saw what little was left of his body, I thought maybe I had succeeded.
Well. This is unexpected, a depressingly familiar voice echoed in my head, crushing my hopes. "Kyubey" sat atop a nearby boulder, licking stone dust off of its paw. Yet this does appear to have amused my superiors. I will serve as your target during practice.
Logically speaking, I should have been frustrated that he considered my attacks so ineffective that he seemed completely indifferent to the idea of being my punching bag. In hindsight, I should probably have also been worried about the fact that I had felt no remorse when I thought I had killed him. But at the time…
I grinned savagely. "So I get the chance to crush you over and over again with no consequences? First good news I've heard all day!"
It was a very educational killing spree, even if the creature seemed completely unfazed no matter what I did.
Deaths 1-6 established that I definitely had a fairly potent geomantic ability. I couldn't do more than one thing at once with stone, but as long as I focused on one thing at a time, the rock was my plaything. Spikes, boulders, giant hands… just for fun, I tried to make a Green Lantern ring out of stone, and managed to get a surprising amount of detail on it. Then I sent it flying through the creature's head. Apparently, this form also came with pretty good aiming skills.
Deaths 7-13 established that I had summonable weapons. I found out later that they were known as hunga mungas, a type of African throwing axe. At the time, I thought I was throwing distorted sharpened swastikas. (Which made me wonder why the heck anyone would make such weapons.) But what they lacked in political correctness, they made up for in utility. They were made of stone, which allowed me to control them with geomancy in order to propel them at much higher speeds after throwing them. No matter what punishment they took, they didn't break, and they returned to my hands instantly when I wanted them back. And they were satisfyingly sharp, sharp enough that the cliff nearby provided very little resistance to being sliced through when I propelled them at top speed. (Not that I meant to attack the cliff, mind. It just happened to be behind "Kyubey".)
Death 23 was when I slowed down enough to realize that I wasn't just a geomancer, I was actually made of stone. Admittedly, this was after a punch missed and I accidentally shattered my right hand against the cliff. Although, to my credit, I also left a fair-sized crater in the cliff.
To this day, I'm surprised I didn't freak out, but in hindsight, I think something about being in Magical Girl form blunts my fear response. Probably a good thing, because otherwise I'd probably have spent every fight hiding.
It probably also helped that I felt no pain whatsoever, wasn't even remotely tired in spite of several minutes of strenuous activity, and that my hand grew back within seconds. It's amazing how much more blasé about injury you become when you don't tire, feel no pain, and can regenerate from be-handing in less than a minute.
It was weird-looking, though, I'll say that much. Black gravel sprouted from the stump where my hand had been and started fusing together, forming a hand made out of what looked like obsidian.
Huh. I hadn't realized I was made of obsidian. What else had I not noticed?
That thought was troubling enough for me to take a closer look at myself by checking out my reflection in the water.
My whole body was made of smoothly-polished obsidian, covered by a dark red robe with a hood. My eyes glowed softly red. The effect was somewhat muted by the fact that it was still daytime, but overall…
"I look kinda like a Sith Lord… Sith Lady? Whatever. I look like one. …well, minus the lightsaber." I grimaced. "And also a little too short. Come on, if I'm going to get a different body, couldn't I have at least been tall?"
It was a possibility, but it didn't happen to be the case this time.
I threw a hunga munga at "Kyubey" and split him in two. "Shut up, Kyubey." At this point, though, it was more habit than actual anger. That had worn off somewhere around Death 12.
I stopped trying to kill Kyubey after Death 26. It was just… boring me at that point, even with wearing my homemade ring and pretending I was a Green Lantern. Besides, I had a fairly good handle on my abilities, since they basically responded to my desires. I didn't have to visualize the desired effect exactly to get results, which made things much easier.
…help…
…what? That seemed out of character for "Kyubey". "And I'm supposed to want to help you why, exactly?" I asked, turning to the bunnycat thing.
I didn't say that.
What? "Then… who did?"
As if in response, a transparent, female humanoid figure rose from the rock in front of me. …help… me… Some sort of weird energy hovered around her. Nothing I could see, but more sensed. Like the feeling you get when someone's watching you or something? Argh, it's hard to describe even now. Anyway, I could feel the energy around her, and I got the feeling that I could manipulate it. Make it stronger, or disperse it…
I didn't do either just then, though. "What do you need help with?" I asked the figure. "And, uh, who are you, anyway?
…i… am cynthia… cynthia pearson… my daughter… she needs… help…
"What's the problem?"
…kidnapped… ex-husband… found her… don't know… what he'll do…
I clenched my fist and my teeth, restraining my anger. Better to use it on him. "Do you know where he is now?"
…yes…
With a thought, I summoned the hunga mungas into my hand. "Then what are we waiting for? Let's go make him pay."
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- Location
- Somewhere on the flat earth
She got a prayer?
- Location
- Texas
You might want to start praying to Madoka now, for help, and guidance.
- Location
- norway
Oh dang. Seems so escalate quickly
OverReactionGuy
Verified Sanity
-frowns-
I hope this is what it appears and not Cynthia tricking you so she could kidnap you and adopt you as her reluctant daughter.
Actually a common practice in hero comics. All super villains will stand there and gloat at you while your charging unless you interrupt their gloating.
I hope this is what it appears and not Cynthia tricking you so she could kidnap you and adopt you as her reluctant daughter.
Because seriously, who's gonna let me stand there and sing a song in the middle of combat?
Actually a common practice in hero comics. All super villains will stand there and gloat at you while your charging unless you interrupt their gloating.
Hestia&theCourt
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- Location
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- She/Her
Huh?
Huh. Didn't expect this much paranoia.
Not saying whether or not it's justified, mind, I just wasn't expecting it.
I find it unlikely that she'd respond, even if I wasn't part of a completely different religion.
Which part? The 26 Deaths of Kyubey, or the Ghost of Cynthia Pearson?
That hasn't been my experience. Usually, they don't gloat until they think you're beaten.
- Location
- Somewhere down the road~
If you're anything like a typical magical girl.. Then the chances are like.. a minute or so into the fight.
Hestia&theCourt
Turns out we're plural too.
- Location
- In transition
- Pronouns
- She/Her
Ehhh, think more Nanoha than Sailor Moon.
- Location
- Somewhere down the road~
I'm disappointed, but at the same time intrigued. It's a bit of a shame you chose an outlier, though.
Hestia&theCourt
Turns out we're plural too.
- Location
- In transition
- Pronouns
- She/Her
Honestly, it's mostly because I couldn't get through most classic Magical Girl shows, so my primary experience is Nanoha, PMMM, and a little bit of Pretty Cure.
Grue
滅亡迅雷
- Location
- -
You didn't figure that out when one of 'her' magical attacks is called "SHUT UP!"?
- Location
- Somewhere down the road~
You didn't figure that out when one of 'her' magical attacks is called "SHUT UP!"?
I plead the fifth.
numina
white knight princess
- Location
- under my Master's basement
I don't think you can. Not this late in the game.
- Location
- Somewhere down the road~
Well, shit.
I'll have to move to a new site start a new profile with a new name! NO. NOT. AGAIN.