Kyouko and Sayaka have been magi for twenty years. They have a child named Minako, a rambunctious little teenager who just discovered that they're incredibly gay for a girl named Takane.
The only problem is that Takane is a magical girl.
The secret that Minako's mothers kept hidden from them is about to fall apart. And the system that Sayaka and Kyouko have openly defied for decades is about to come in the form of a six-winged seraphim upon the holy wings of her Glow.
You have been a magical girl being for twenty years. And currently you're pretty fucking sick of it.
Your power hadn't quite plateaued like you thought it would after the first few months of combat. Rather, it got more streamlined, more refined. And, as it turns out, pulling influence from actual armor manuals helped to refine some of your skills. Different kinds of weapons, bigger ones that could fill multiple roles. You started with a falchion, but your arsenal expanded to fit more needs, more roles.
Your wife's much the same way. Polearms became halberds became glaives became pikes and needles and grappling hooks. Both of you have learned to create better armor, better uniforms for different situations.
And right now, you're putting that practice to good use.
You are a flash of blue and gold, and your armor's long since grown past any kind of old video game you might have played ages before. Your cape is white, an intricate flash of glimmering gold patterns dancing from top to bottom. Your chestplate looks like the finest work of Henry VIIIth's craftsmen, and honestly you could not be prouder. Your sabatons clash against the floor, blue leather boots underneath scraping against a technicolor flash of light and sound. In your right hand is a falchion, in your left a folding kite shield.
You flash your shield up. The fingertips scrape just overhead, your shield against stone forearm as the weight of a freight train squeals just over your scalp. You cackle as the hand tumbles through the air before pivoting your feet against the floor. Your heel stays in place as you stretch your off-leg forward. You tilt the shield, and suddenly the entire disembodied arm crashes to the ground.
The dust flickers all around you, gigantic, jittering stones among the landscape as the buildings fold and unfold around you, and in the center is a stop-motion statue. A towering image of Venus, arms gone, head held by a thread. Fishing lines shimmer faintly over your head as you flick the shield around.
The strap breaks, only for the shield to compact itself. There's a clank and a hiss as it compresses just enough to cover your torso; there's no need for the rest of it right now.
The head grinds against the neck stump, the blank eyes of a Roman statue glancing towards you as you run across an impossibly large canvas. The ground bends beneath you as you run, and another hand drags its fingers across the canvas in an attempt to strike you.
A nice attempt. But that's just it, an attempt. You whip yourself around, slip your falchion into a scabbard on your waist, and punch the shield. It extends into a kite before a second hit turns it into a tower with little merlons just over the top, giving it the impression of a castle turret. You plunge the base of the tower into the canvas, tearing a hole in its fabric.
The hand then strikes your shield. Your forearms shatter, but it's nothing a little bit of magic can't fix, and this is exactly what you thought would happen. The canvas underneath is torn asunder, the fabric ripped apart, paint thrown into the sky as you slide across oil that's been layered far, far too thick. The momentum carries you backwards and the hand stops, as though the Witch has realized exactly what it did. The eyes keep watch over the new hole in the canvas as you're thrown backwards at high speed, right past a piece of wiry, flipping fishing wire.
Perfect.
Your forearms take just a second to heal (one of the reasons you wear armor) and you quickly whip the falchion right out, pulling the handle as it forms a perfect grip. You smack into the fishing wire, the handle pulls itself shut, and you whip wildly around the handle and slide at high speed across the rainbow sky.
The witch bends, bust over legs under head as it screams in agony. You ruined her painting! You ruined her magnum opus! She drags her finger in rage across the surface before tearing the entire frame apart in a frenzy.
But all the while she hasn't noticed you sliding at high speed towards her torso. You unhook your blade and quickly flip.
The arm snips right off the fishing wire, and what was once a flexing, moving hand suddenly freezes, now turned to stone. The hand collapses through another painting, and the witch takes notice of the ant running up her shoulder. She whips another hand around, palm open, fingers splayed, ready to take you out.
Except now you leap. The hand whooshes beneath you as you throw your shield into the air.
It flies open, first to a kite, then to tower. You whip your falchion around before plunging it into the base of your shield. There's a click, then a whirrrrrr, then a flash of light. The tip of your sword flicks out of the base of the shield,as the mechanisms elongate the entire thing. The hilt of your falchion twists outwards before stretching out perfectly, forming an enormous, hideously sized curved sword.
The witch has no time to react as you suddenly crash into the torso, blade biting into stone. The crack ruuuuuns through the witch at the speed of sound, cleaving the torso in twain and causing little chunks of stone to fly into the air. The witch makes a sound that you almost think is analogous to swearing, and at the center, as a perfect sphere of obsidian, is the heart, just a little bit smaller than your head.
You waste no time as you grip the core of the witch and crush.
The stone shatters, and then so does the witch, first with a series of cracks before dissolving to powder. The Labyrinth vanishes around you before the grief seed, a mutated, half-baked thing, hits the ground. Three seeds, all haphazardly slammed together, fused by a twisted, warped cage.
"Another Walpurgis," you mutter. They've been appearing more frequently. You suspect that it's probably related to how you and your wife have messed with the Incubators' systems. That tends to happen when you tell them to fuck off.
You are Miki Sayaka. You are one of the oldest magical girls in Japan, and probably the world. Twenty years ago, you killed one of the worst witches the world had ever seen. Nine years ago, you stopped aging. Your kid is now 14 years old.
Your armor dissolves in the alleyway (and honestly it's for the best; you don't want to look like a cosplay today) and you flick your hair around. You kept your bob cut; honestly, you quite like it that way, and you think 14-year-old you had the right idea. It's a damn fine haircut. You are currently dressed in a suit. A very, very fancy suit with gold trim, a blue necktie, and a black undershirt. You have two rings on your hand, some very, very subtle eyeliner and some dark blue lipstick.
You look extremely handsome and more than a little gay. Which is exactly what you wanted. You don't usually dress up this much but...yeah, that's right, you were going to meet up with Kyouko for a date. An anniversary date.
She's pretty low-maintenance. She can do whatever, whenever. But you? You like to spoil her. When you can afford to, of course.
But this is special. Twenty years together, and you had a very specific place in mind. You check your phone. A glance says it's fifteen minutes.
Cool. You can make that. You spread your stance just a little bit and you take a step forwards at a hundred kilometers per hour.
You've never needed a car in your life, nor will you ever. You make a soaring leap into the air and kick off of a nearby concrete skyscraper. The momentum carries you into the air past rippling glass and the occasional surprised onlooker. You've never cared that much; anyone who'd remember already knows who you are, and those that didn't? They'll forget in an hour.
Your feet touch a lamp post and you kick off of it. The thing wobbles as your weight passes by, taking great care not to topple them onto the cars passing below you. To your right, at the end of the twenty-lane superhighway that runs in the center of Mitakihara, is a massive statue. A gigantic black grief seed, easily the size of your old school. Everyone thinks of it as a strange art exhibit.
You know that it's what's left of Walpurgisnacht.
You slide between a pair of buildings. You stretch your hand out and grab someone's balcony railing. There's a couple making out at the edge, two boys who don't seem to notice you. The railing creaks as your hand slides across the metal, and you swing right around the balcony towards the next street over.
Your eyes scan the road below as you run across a nearby wall. There are a few cars here and there, but for the most part, Mitakihara is run by trains. And speaking of, you can see one right now on a rail that hangs fifteen meters over the city. You leap to the side and onto a slow maglev as it drifts past buildings and right towards exactly where you wanted to go.
It's an old mall; the former record holder for the largest mall in the world, beaten out by one that was only fifty kilometers away on the other side of town. You leap off the train, put your feet to a nearby rail, and let it griiiiiiiiind your way towards the floor. You hit the concrete hard, but a quick roll takes care of that. You flip forwards, right onto your feet, cracking your knuckles and rolling your neck.
You could probably just hit the ground and crack concrete, but honestly that's just a pain for everyone involved. Standing by the automatic doorway is an old friend of yours with an orange tank top and a messy, mane-like head of bright red. She glances towards you, muscular arms folded over her chest, before giving you a smirk. "Been here for the past twenty minutes!"
"Nice." You give Akane a thumbs-up and walk past her. "Where's your husband?"
"He's home." She gives you a grin. "Oh, and if you were wondering-"
"I wasn't." You nod. "Thanks for keeping the peace."
"Hey, I ain't gonna let anyone interrupt your anniversary." She gives you a pat on the back. "Oh and she ain't here yet. Buuuuuuut if you wanna surprise her~"
Yeah, of course she's late. "Heh, honestly? I was hoping she'd be late." You walk by her. "Gives me time to pose." You start past her, only for Akane to stop you again with a grab of your shoulder.
"Oh, one more thing!" She pulls out a single rose, blue and red. The perfect blue and red.
You stare at her, then at the rose, then back at her. And then you slooooooowly grin. "...you're amazing."
You take the rose and she gives you a nod as you rush inside. The entire mall is filled to bursting with people from all over the district, and you weave and dodge past a sea of bodies. Through a hallway, under an escalator, by an elevator, and then finally, at the oldest part of the mall, you find it.
You stick the rose in your teeth and lean against a DDR machine...and you wait...and you wait…
And you wait…
You check your phone. It's now five minutes past the agreed time.
Honestly, you kind of expected that.
Another minute...and finally, you see a mane of red hair in the crowd.
"Get the fuck out of the way!" A woman in a long, glimmering red dress pushes through the crowd. She's wearing black shoes (she wouldn't be caught dead in stilettos) with a backless halter top. She's only an inch taller than you, but without sleeves, she shows what years of being a magical girl can do to your tone. She pushes past crowds of people and finally she stands in front of you, fake-panting in an exaggerated way.
She stretches her arms, lets out a loud, bellowing laugh, and grins. "Ta-fuckin'-da!"
You give her a few small golf claps. You wanna say something witty, but right now, you have a rose in your mouth. And honestly it's probably for the best.
She takes a few long steps towards you and you pull the rose out from your mouth. "Hey Ko-"
Kyouko doesn't let you say any more before she grabs the back of your head and gives you a long, messy kiss on the lips. Her lipstick's smeared against yours before she lets you go. "Hey, Saya." Her lips are a little bit blue now.
"Happy anniversary." You give her a grin.
"You know, it's funny." She glances behind you. "I didn't think I was actually gonna find you in the arcade."
"Well, I mean, I almost tried dancing on the DDR machine." You wave your hand. "But yeah. Felt appropriate. Twenty years in, the place we met~"
"Too bad the old machine broke." She sighs before tracing a hand on your cheek. "And well, it's been a while since we played in the arcade. God, I can't believe I found you here."
"Well, what can I say?" you giggle like you're fourteen again, "if I were any sappier I'd be a maple factory."
Yeah, you know what you're doing for the next hour. Your kid's at their friend's place, and you let them know you'd be out for a little while. So yeah, you're going to play some video games. You don't usually get a chance to these days.
Between your job and being a magical girl, you don't get that much of a chance to relax.
And god forbid you do, when you have the most potent grief seed in the world just waiting in your backyard.
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[An Enormous Thank you to @Tricia and @Winged Knight for editing and writing advice]
A/N: Yeah, I wasn't expecting to make this. It's been a hot minute and I've still been busy with my own life. SQ2 will not update nearly as frequently as Sayakaquest did back in the day, and its focus will be completely different. Part of that is because I want prioritize different themes, part of that is because I've kind of changed massively as a writer since back then.
I hope you enjoy Sayakaquest 2.
Content Warning SQ2 will involve intense violence, themes of parenthood, systemic oppression, strong language, bigotry and more mature themes, considering that the main cast is now twenty years older. They're adults and they will act like adults.
There are events in this story that will be thematically and emotionally distressing.
SayakaQuest 2 is a story about families enduring through intense hardships.
Similarly one of the main villains is a transphobic cult leader, with all that entails.
Your name is Sayaka Miki. You are thirty-four years old. Your wife is thirty-five.
You are an old Magical Girl, one of the oldest in Japan. Your child is fourteen.
Combat is mostly a non-issue, but every so often, you will run into a dangerous encounter.
Or, even worse, you're going to encounter younger magical girls. You could squash them like a bug. But you're an adult. You know better.
They don't.
[=]
Sometimes, your name is Kyouko Miki-Sakura. You are the thirty-five-year-old wife of Sayaka Miki-Sakura. You are a punk-fueled badass that can swing around ten spears at once using a bunch of close-knit clones. You're extremely lethal, fucking terrifying to fight...but you don't want to fall back down.
You have a kid now. You have a city full of younger magi to protect now.
You've seen too much suffering and you sure as hell aren't gonna let any more girls fall.
You know better. They don't.
[=]
Other times, your name is Minako Miki-Sakura. You are a fourteen-year-old nonbinary kid, and the child of Kyouko and Sayaka. You have an affinity for 2010s hiphop, but you tend to listen to anything. You like games but don't play them too much, and admittedly a lot of your tastes are kinda garbage. But it's whatever.
Your parents have hid stuff from you before; you know that much, but that's kinda normal. Everyone has parents that hide shit from 'em. But you do tend to notice some oddities.
Like how your mom tends to brush off putting her hand on a hot stove. Or how your mama sometimes forgets to use oven mitts but doesn't get burned. Or how you hear your mom accidentally cut her finger while slicing potatoes, only to throw away the potato, clean the cutting board and just...keep going.
So if anyone remembers the d100 nonsense from SQ1, uh, clear that out of your mind that system was swingy and atrocious.
We're doing different shit now.
Each roll is a d20 by default, but depending on circumstances and personal expertise, which Sayaka has a lot of, you will either incur Accuracy or Difficulty on your rolls.
Accuracy -> an additional D6 to your rolls, ranging from 1-3, with 1 being "I know what I'm doing", 3 is "I'm an expert at this."
Difficulty -> subtracting a D6 from your rolls, ranging from 1-3. 1 is "This is pretty hard", 3 is "This is Impossible."
If you've played Lancer, you'll be familiar with this.
If a roll is above 10, it's a success. It's below, it's a failure.
Also crits always count. A natural 20 is always a success.
It is now nine in the morning. And you're currently on your couch. You jerk upright, eyes forward, teeth clenched. You can feel a heavy weight on your chest, sweat beading down your brow as...wait.
Wait, that's not anything severe, that's just your wife laying on your bare chest. You slump back down, and miraculously she doesn't seem to have budged. She makes some kind of noise, which soon turns into a long, loud snore.
You run a hand through her hair. "Hey."
She slowly slides her face across your chest before giving you a toothy smile. "Hey yourself."
"...Did we take a shower?"
"Nah." She wraps an arm around your waist. "I'm probably gonna feel gross in a second but we just fell asleep on the couch naked."
You laugh a little and stroke her hair again. "We're probably gonna have to take a shower in a bit."
"We don't got work today. And your boobs're comfy."
"Yeah, but we gotta pick up Minako. They're probably waiting for us now."
She groans again before sliiiiiiding off of your body and hitting the floor with a loud thud. "Dunwanna."
"Yeah, well, we can't exactly leave them alone. Kids could be doing some crimes."
Kyouko stands up and stretches her arms into the air. She yawns, exposing those fangs that you've felt many, many times. "Good. They should fuckin' riot."
"Koko, please." You turn to meet her. You're a slender kind of muscular, not built like Akane but not thin and wiry like Kyouko. You're way more cut, toned underneath a comfortable layer of fat. You are an athlete, built for intense, near-nonstop combat against supernatural opponents...oh, and Kyouko thinks you're hot. That's also important. "They don't need to make my job harder."
"Mitakihara has the lowest crime rate in Japan."
"That doesn't change what I said."
She rolls her eyes before you stand up and kiss the back of her neck.
"Oh, and I'm gonna be taking a shower if you wanna join me."
She snickers. "I didn't realize there were any other options, Saka."
[=]
The walk to Minako's friend's place is uneventful; the house is about two blocks down the street. You're in a heavy skirt and a sweater, your wife in a blazer, a pair of skinny jeans, and a blood-red scarf. It's starting to get colder in Mitakihara, and while it isn't snowing quite yet, you think it's going to be less than a week before it starts to get really severe.
They're up three floors, at the end of the corridor. The place isn't terribly attractive by Mitakihara apartment standards, but you suspect you've been spoiled by your own penthouse. You walk towards the end of the hallway.
You see something out of the corner of your eye. You almost swore you could see a fluffy white tail. Before knocking on the door, you immediately rush to the side. You look out the corner of the stairwell, across a stranger's balcony.
There's nothing there. Must've been a trick of the light.
"The fuck were you looking for." Kyouko strolls to the side of the door.
"Could've sworn I saw it."
She blinks. Then she scowls. "Where?"
"I thought I saw it out the corner of my eye." You glance around. "...Shit."
"If you see it again, let me know," she hisses. "It ain't gonna touch our fucking kid." She raps her knuckles against the door.
You hear the door open on the third knock, revealing a heavyset woman with chubby cheeks and a broad smile on her face. "Oh! Mrs. Miki-Sakura! Minako was wondering when you'd be here. She's been waiting all morning."
"Yeah, I uh, I bet they have." Kyouko rubs the back of her head.
The woman blinks, before she finally comprehends what she just said. "Oh, fuck. Right. Apologies!"
"Nah, nah, it's alright, just don't make that mistake in front of them. It makes them real upset." Kyouko points a pair of fingerguns at the older woman as she strolls inside. You pass right behind her.
"Oh, Sayaka." The woman smiles.
"Hey Hibiki." You look inside. "Thanks for taking care of Minako."
"It's not a problem. They're really well-behaved." She sighs. "I'm sorry, I really should know better."
"It's an adjustment," you say back. "Kyouko took a while to get it right, too." You explicitly don't mention how many times you fucked that up yourself.
"Oh, I can tell." She waves her hand. "But my daughter still loves hanging out with them. I just wonder if they're growing up yet. They are just starting middle school."
"Hmmm." You stare at the wall. "Yeah."
"Isn't that around when you met your wife?" she asks.
"Oh, it is," you say back. "We've been through a lot." You sigh.
"Mmm." She sighs wistfully. "To go back to those days..."
"Eh, I don't miss it that much." You turn to the living room. "Oh, do you mind if-"
"Go ahead!" The woman motions for you to go to the living room. You enter, and there, on the carpet playing Mario Kart 19, is your child.
They're whooping and hollering as Mario and his friends bound across the track at high speed, weaving through hoops and throwing shells and some other kinds of items that you've never seen before. Right next to them is Kyouko with a controller in her hand.
"Aha! Almost gotcha!" The screen floats just in front of Kyouko's face as she does a dramatic-looking slide across the ground. Your child, meanwhile, bumps her with a gigantic, Bowser-fueled boost. "Aw, what?!"
"Haha, fuckin' eat it, Mama!"
"Language," you say. Your kid freezes, and it's just enough for them to lose control of their kart and careen into the water. You giggle as they grumble and grouse.
"Hey, it's just a little trash talk." Kyouko leans back. "Your kid's gettin' good at it, aren't they?"
Your kid finishes the race in third, and right behind them, their friend claps her hands. "Oooh, too bad. You were doing sooooo good, too~"
"Shut up." Minako pouts. "It was mom-sanctioned intervention. You didn't win."
The kid, a turquoise-haired young girl dressed in a black Mitakihara uniform, gives her a shrug. "Hey, you still won most of the races."
"And I won this one. Y'all kids ain't shit compared to me," Kyouko cackles.
"Hey, we were gonna do some shopping." You nod towards the door. "Like we got stuff to do."
Minako stands up and, while they look like they're pouting, they can't help but giggle a little as Kyouko drops the controller. "Later, Reika!"
"Later, Mina."
You all leave the room, and you give Minako a little pat on their shoulder. "So I'm guessing you had a good time?"
"Yeaaaaah..." Your kid kinda shrugs as you leave the apartment. "I mean I did. I really did."
"Hrm...?"
They stare at you, then at their Mama. Kyouko takes a brief look backwards.
You do have something on your mind...
[] Mention Kyubey. Be subtle about it. (1 Difficulty)
[] Don't mention anything and don't bring it up. (1 Accuracy)
[X] Mention Kyubey. Be subtle about it. (1 Difficulty)
You take a deep breath. Don't pry too hard. Don't go too deep. Minako isn't pissed at you yet but you know how quickly you can get on their bad side. You were a teenager once. "So didja just play Mario Kart the whole time?"
"Nah," Minako stretches their arms behind their head, "I mean we also saw a really bad movie."
You chuckle. "I used to do that."
"Used to? Saya, you took me to see 'You Are...Am I?' last week!" Kyouko cackles. "I can't believe that guy still makes movies."
"I mean he's kinda gotten a little better..." you leave out the part where the director used a swarm of drones for a whole bunch of camera shots, and wound up wildly flicking between different angles at random. It was bizarre.
"Nah. He ain't." Kyouko sighs.
Minako glances to you. "Why didn't you take me to see it? I can do violence."
"There was nudity," you cross your arms "That's a no-go."
"I can handle boobs, mom."
In the back of your mind, you are 90% sure your kid has seen porn before. You are also 200% sure you really don't want to think about that. Christ. "Maybe you can. Maybe you can't. But I'm not taking you to see an R-rated movie until I know you can handle it, and I don't think you can yet. Let alone something as inept as a Breen film."
They pause. "...Wait, Breen made a new movie? We watched Pass Thru."
"Oh." you pause to consider the fact that your kid watched Neil Breen walk dramatically through a field of corpses while triumphant music played.
"It was...it was an experience."
Kyouko cackles. "I bet it was!" She sighs. "So it was that-"
"Oh, her mom cooked chicken parm. Kinda burned it, though. The cheese was blackened."
You grimace. "Hm. Oh, uh, unrelated," you round a corner and start walking down the stairs "but did you see a small fluffy animal outside? I thought I saw a cat outside your friend's apartment." Innocuous. Shouldn't raise any alarms.
"There was a cat?!" Minako perks up, and honestly your kid is adorable when they're near an animal. They glance around, looking for the godforsaken creature. "Awww, I thought this apartment banned pets!"
"Nah, it would've been a stray," Kyouko follows you down the stairs, "probably eats rats n' shit. This part of town tends to have a problem with strays."
"They treat me pretty well though," Minako breaths through their nose as their foot hits the brick walkway, "they'll hiss when they meet you but they tend to warm up pretty quickly."
"Hm," you lean towards Kyouko as you follow Minako down the stairway, "reminds me of someone."
"Yeah, wonder who," Kyouko rolls her eyes, but can't stop herself from grinning.
"You're cute, you know that?"
Your child retches, and Kyouko just laughs again. "Bitch, I'm adorable."
"Yes. You are," you kiss Kyouko on the cheek. "Oh! I still need to get some stuff from the market. We're running low on chicken and rice."
"Right right," Kyouko waves her hand, "I wanted to try that ramen recipe tonight."
"Ehhh..." Minako stuffs their hands into their pockets.
"Hey, don't worry, we can just go to like an arcade or something," Kyouko bares her fang.
"Better," Minako smirks. "Later, mom!"
You wave as you split off. "See you at the apartment."
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The next couple of hours are uneventful, following a quick walk back and a few trips to a nearby market for food. You follow the brick road towards the apartment that you've spent the past few years living at. Minako and Kyouko split off to do some arcade prowling and maybe a bit of shopping.
You tend to keep your groceries in your left hand, and you keep your right free. Just in case.
And as though to prove your point, you see something scurry out the corner of your eye as you walk by an open alleyway. You stop and stare. And then slowly, you take a step in. You can handle a mugger. You can handle assault easily. But you don't think it's either of those.
You keep your paper bag tight to your body as you walk through the blackened alleyway, eyes glancing around for that lying little sack of shit.
You see nothing. It's hard to see in this alley; the skyscrapers barely reflect any light, and the old brick of this district of Mitakihara hardly lets any of it bleed down into the alley. You turn around, keeping a close eye on the end of the alley.
Then from the shadows, a pair of pink eyes open up. They blink once, then twice, as a furry white creature steps out, as though it were a cat.
But you know better.
'It's been 479 days, Miki Sayaka. How is your family doing?'
In a heartbeat, a falchion materializes in your free hand. The blade extends down the alleyway, fast enough to cause a puddle of water to ripple as the air rushes just over the surface. A ringing echoes through the air, as the tip of your oversized weapon hovers just in front of It's left eye.
'That well?' The creature doesn't move as it flicks its tail around. 'I simply wanted to tell you of an event which might interest you. For the sake of fairness, of cou-'
'Fuck your offers. Either you get the hell out of my sight, or I put this,' you lightly press the center of his forehead with the tip of your blade, just hard enough to draw blood, 'between your eyes.'
'We both know you're going to do that anyway, Miki,' the creature keeps staring, 'but I simply wanted to tell you of some happenings in Kasamino.'
'I already know about the latest witch burst there.'
'That isn't what I wanted to talk about, Miki.' The creature flicked its tail. 'I do not care what you do with this information. I simply wished to do you a favor.'
'There's a chance that there is a growing coalition in Kasamino. I know witches are a non-threat to you and Kyouko, given that you easily dealt with a Walpurgis-class last night,' There's a pregnant pause before it continues. 'There is a gang built on extortion and witch farming in Kasamino.'
"Good to know." You grip the blade. "Kyouko and I have dealt with that sort of thing before." You press it forward. "Goodbye."
'I still have some words le-'
You don't care. You click a hidden trigger in your sword and the blade rockets forward. Its head doesn't so much get impaled as explode with the force, sending red giblets and bits of fur across the alleyway as the tip of your sword rips right through its fluffy, empty head and hits the ground behind it with a meaty chunk and a shower of concrete shards. The body shuffles for a second before falling over as bits of red fluff float uselessly through the air.
You have better things to do than listen to a compulsory liar. Your blade dissolves and you throw the handle across the ground before it scatters into sparkling dust. You take a few steps out of the alleyway, jaw tight, your hand gripping your groceries tighter than ever.
[=]
You open the door to your home to see Kyouko leaning on the couch and Minako with their legs tucked under a kotatsu. Minako glances away from the TV to give you a brief wave, while Kyouko weakly raises her arms up from the couch.
"Sayaaaaaaaa..." she whines.
You walk by to give her a kiss on the lips. "Hey~."
"Hey, yourself." She opens her eyes, but when hers meet yours her expression turns stony, '...Kyubey.' It's not a question, it's not a declaration. It's a ice-cold statement, and you can feel the hate bubbling underneath.
'Yeah,' you give her another kiss, this time on the cheek, to try and keep Minako from catching on, 'the bastard ran into me as I was walking home.'
'So that was him at Hibiki's. I fucking knew it.'
You reach the kitchen, walk past the half-wall and towards the fridge. You robotically start putting food away, 'He said something about another gang war bubbling in Kasamino.'
'Anything new about this one?'
'Not that I know of. Just the same kind of extortion and murder as the other ones.' Your hand grips a milk carton tightly, maybe a little too tightly. You put it in the fridge before you cause the thing to burst.
'If they come over here-'
'They won't.' Some cheese goes into the fridge next. Then a carton of eggs. 'I won't let them.'
'Oh for-please don't tell me you're going to waltz on over-'
'I'm not going to leave you behind, Kyouko.' You glance back to give her a hard stare. 'I'm not leaving Mitakihara. There are too many unknowns for me to feel good about doing that.'
'...Do you really feel that?' She leans up to look at you, and Minako takes notice.
They quirk up an eyebrow, first at Kyouko, then at you, then back at Kyouko.
Shit. You go back to putting stuff away.
'Saya, Kyubey's goading you. You know that he wants you to waltz into enemy territory alone and get killed or, god forbid, force you to witch out.'
'I wasn't born yesterday, Kyouko. I know that.'
'And I know you. I know you well enough to know that you hate letting shit like that be.' You hear Kyouko slump back against the couch. 'Please, Sayaka.'
You breathe in through your nose. It takes a few seconds of deep inhalations to really calm down, '...Right. You're right. I'm letting this get to me.'
'We both know you don't want to kill them.' Kyouko wiggles onto the couch as she turns the TV on. It's a cooking show. Then she changes the channel and it's a game show. Another and it's an anime of some kind. Giant robots; you didn't know mechs were back in style again. 'And I don't want you to suffer.'
You taste copper. You think that you bit your tongue at some point, only to realize that you're fine. 'I'm okay, Kyouko. Trust me. You don't need to worry.'
'Yes I do.'
She's right. She's right and you hate it. "So, what're we doing for dinner?" you ask.
Minako shrugs. "Thought we were gonna have ramen."
"Yeah, and I was gonna make it." Kyouko waves her hand.
"We can make it together." You smile. 'Distract ourselves.'
"Hey that'll be a good time." Kyouko rises from the couch. "I can do the noodles."
"I'll do the meat and veggies."
[=]
It's tomorrow, and right now, your name is Minako Miki-Sakura. You go to school at Mitakihara Central, a four-building school complex. There's an elementary school, a middle school, a high school, and a library, all on a four-square-mile campus. It sits in the center of Mitakihara, under the shadow of the Mitakihara Memorial, a towering sculpture dedicated to those who lost their lives in a disaster some twenty-years-ago.
Your moms both said it was harrowing. You can't even imagine it.
Speaking of, both your mom and your mama were acting really cagey last night. They thought you wouldn't notice...or maybe they did? You don't know. But you do know that it was weird. Really weird.
They're hiding something. You fucking hate it when they do that.
But as you're considering that, someone bumps into you. You stumble forward, dressed in your purple hoodie, a boy's coat, and a girl's skirt. You don't like the school's uniforms, but at the very least they give you the right pronouns...most of the time.
The guy that bumped into you blinks, before he bows. "Sorry, Mina!" He sighs. "I was in a rush."
"it's alright, Hiro," you wave your hand, "just thinking about stuff."
"Stuff like what?"
"Parents being weird." You shrug. "Mama and mom kinda got stuck in their own little world for a little bit last night."
"Oh, yeah. My parents do that, too. And they think I can't hear." Hiro waves his hand. "I was complaining about it to my boyfriend."
"What'd he say?"
"He said to spraypaint their workplace to piss 'em off."
"Oh," oh Christ he's dating another delinquent, "...well, did you?"
"Oh, not this time."
You roll your eyes and turn to see another person, and this time it's your friend from yesterday, a turquoise-headed young girl that's easily a head shorter than you. She's running towards you at high speed in a boy's uniform with a bag on her back and a loud, echoing scream. "MINAAAAAAAAA!"
"REIKAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!" You pull your hand back. And just as she reaches you, you let your hand fly.
Your hands come together with a powerful CLAP, with a force strong enough to blow back trees and strip grass from the fields around you (okay, maybe not, but it felt fucking great). "Hell yeah! Also ow."
Your hand feels like it's on fire, and you double over in pain. "Shiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiit."
Hiro quirks up a brow. "Why do you do that if it hurts so much?"
"Because it's fucking awesome," Reika laughs. "God, at least Mina's parents are cool enough to get it."
"Actually..." he mutters.
"Oh, did they ground you again?" Reika turns to you.
"Oh, no no." You wave a hand. "They're just doing a bad job of hiding shit from me."
"Ah. Yeah, parents are bad at that." Reika turns forwards. "So, I heard we're getting a new student."
"Huh. Neat."
"...What, no hopes, no nothing?"
You shrug. "I mean, it's a new student. How interesting could they be?"
[=]
In the classroom, you put your bag on your desk and pull out a thin transparent screen. You slide it into a slot, and it's there that your notes, long, complicated, and messy, appear right in front of you. You slide your finger across the screen as your teacher, a tall, kindly-looking man, walks in.
You and everyone else all stand and greet him as he nods and bows back. "Morning, class." He slides his finger across the board and a display floats in front of him. "So, first thing's first! We have a new student." He turns to the door. "We'd like to welcome..."
She steps through the door, and suddenly you stop listening. She's unusually tall, standing well over your height. Her bright green hair is tied in a bun, her bangs hanging in front of her face. Her uniform is impeccable, but most importantly, she walks with a confident, powerful stride and a glance of pure confidence. She glances around the room, a smile on her face, as she takes a look at everyone here.
That smile goes wide and warm in a heartbeat, before she gives a quick bow and a bright grin.
"Thank you for having me!" She bows. You take a look up to see her name floating over her head.
[Hiruma Takane]
...Ah, shit. You're gay.
[] Talk to her, you big disaster. (DIFFICULTY 3)
[] Awkwardly give her a greeting. (DIFFICULTY 2)
[] Say hi. (DIFFICULTY 1)
[] Just don't acknowledge or stare don't stare don't stare don't stare (NETURAL ROLL)
Adhoc vote count started by TheOneMoiderah on May 7, 2019 at 3:08 PM, finished with 9 posts and 5 votes.
As she walks by, you watch her bounce to her seat. You can feel the palpable positive energy coming off of her as she sits in a chair and oh fuck she's sitting right next to you oh god oh god oh god.
Your breath hitches because you can almost feel the warmth to your left. Your face is turning a bright red, almost as red as a tomato. You turn to the left. You start to speak. Your moms didn't raise no coward. You're gonna flirt. It'll be great. YOU will be great. She's gonna think you're cute. It's gonnaoh fuck she's already staring at you with that broad smile and that took no time you didn't even come up with a game plan.
"Hey!" She grins as the teacher begins his lesson. You stare forwards as he brings up some algebra and honestly you could sleepwalk your way through this lesson that is NOT IMPORTANT. What's important is that you got a girl to flirt with.
Yes that's what you're doing. Just a flirt. It'll be great. Flirtflirtflirt you are stalliiiiiiiing what are you fucking doing just bring her up-
T. Hiruma: Hey.
M. Miki-Sakura: hey!
T. Hiruma: So like i kinda saw you staring at me earlier.
T. Hiruma: Okay not staring but like looking
M. Miki-Sakura: ohgodididn'tmean
M. Miki-Sakura: i mean you're hard to ignore
M. Miki-Sakura: i mean you're cute
M. Miki-Sakura: i mean i'm yes how are you today.
You frown a little, and Takane blinks as she notices your expression change.
ClassChat31 - Private Channel said said:
T. Hiruma: I didn't mean anything bad by that
M. Miki-Sakura: oh i mean I love my name
M. Miki-Sakura: its just that i dunno
M. Miki-Sakura: im not sure about the whole pretty thing iunno
T. Hiruma: NB?
M. Miki-Sakura: ye
M. Miki-Sakura: what gave it away
T. Hiruma: I do mean it when I say you're cute.
T. Hiruma: Because you're adorable.
M. Miki-Sakura: hhhhhhhhhhhh
T. Hiruma: Oh if you wanna talk later, I'll be on the roof at lunch.
You turn towards her to see her winking and you swear that you can feel your meart helt into your chest. You wonder if this is how your moms felt when they met. Probably not, it was probably less embarrassing and dangerous.
[=]
When you find her on the roof, she has her bento box on her lap. She was waiting for you. "Figured I might as well get used to talking. And you seem to like me immediately."
Alright. First real contact. "Yeah..." you trail off. You didn't want to trail off. That's exactly the opposite of what you wanted to do. "I-I mean it's like..." You sigh. "I mean...right, yes."
She stares at you for a few seconds. Her smile sliiiiiiiiides into an almost cat-like appearance. "So, probably not the smartest thing to do with the first enby that flirts with me, but..." She smiles. "Wanna meet somewhere after sch-"
"YES." Your hands shoot up to cover your mouth.
She fucking guffaws as you fumble over yourself and just gives you smile. "Wow!" She leans onto her bento box. "You're really something."
"Hrgh." You sit down beside her. "I can't believe you just asked me out immediately."
She smiles. "That's how people actually figure themselves out, right? I mean, it's usually a leap of faith." She opens up her box and pulls out a little octopus-shaped sausage with a pair of chopsticks. "My dad met his husband through a dating site." She leans onto the railing. "And honestly, I appreciate the fact that you were clearly having a hard time flirting, but you still went out of your comfort zone to try and flirt with me."
You think you're about to burst with happiness. You give her a rapid nod.
"You might need to wind down a little." She puts a bit of rice in her mouth. "I'm not that scary."
You slump. "I," you look around, "well, I mean," you look to her, "Iunno I'm still new to flirting in general."
She smiles. "Well, we can learn after school, can't we? And if it doesn't work out then what's the harm?"
You kinda don't want to think about that right now; you're still on the "holy shit I managed to fumble my way into a date" stage of "holy shit she thinks I'm cute".
But you can think about where you might want to go.
[] Movies? It's an easy choice, not too much thought to it. It also means not really talking to her.
[] Dinner? You're not gonna go to anything fancy, because...well you can't really afford it for one.
[] A walk by the Mitakihara waterfront? It's a twenty-minute-train ride from the school but it's still pleasant, and you love that sea breeze.
[] The Park? There's a park just a kilometer away, really close to your parents' apartment.
[] Walk her home and figure it out later? You don't need to figure it out just yet.
[] Something Else? (Keep in mind that there are some places that Minako would absolutely not be willing to try. They're not, for example, going to go to a dump. Or a bar. Or their parents' house.)
Adhoc vote count started by TheOneMoiderah on May 8, 2019 at 8:36 AM, finished with 17 posts and 14 votes.
[x] A walk by the Mitakihara waterfront? It's a twenty-minute-train ride from the school but it's still pleasant, and you love that sea breeze.
[x] The Park? There's a park just a kilometer away, really close to your parents' apartment. [x] Be suspicious, just not too suspicious. Things are too easy, and moving very fast.
[X] A walk by the Mitakihara waterfront? It's a twenty-minute-train ride from the school but it's still pleasant, and you love that sea breeze.
School passes, and you keep on thinking of the waterfront. You let Takane know that it's where you wanna go. Judging by her extremely enthusiastic reply, you know it was the right call. You can hardly contain your excitement, and it takes all of your willpower not to just leap out of your chair and run over now.
Two hours pass in a flash. The train ride is similarly painless, and she sits right next to you throughout. You're still nervous, extremely so, but midway through the ride, she breaks the ice.
"So, Minako..."
First name! "Hm?" You try to play it off, but with your nature it comes across as a squeak.
She smiles at you. "Well, I kind of wanted to know you. Since I guess we are dating and that's what you do on those." She scratches her cheek. "To be honest this is kind of my first time, too."
You relax a little. That's kind of what you wanted to hear. "I mean, I live with my parents downtown just outside the Crater, and it's like a ten-minute walk to the school. Pretty sure they picked it for the location. My mom works in the police department and mama is..." You pause, then you wave your hand around. "...well, she used to stay home, but she got bored after I started primary school. This year she's training for the fire department."
Takane whistles at you. "Sounds dangerous."
"They don't seem worried about it." You lean back in the chair. "I mean, like, I've never seen them scared. And it makes me kinda like..." You pause. You wonder if you're saying too much to someone you pretty much only met today. You look at her, then fidget with your hands.
"Kind of like...?" She leans towards you. "Kind of like what?"
"Well, I mean, I don't know. Them, I mean. I don't know them as well as I'd like." You look up at the roof of the train. The handles swing around as it passes over the rails and the shadows of wires dance across the floor. "I know my mom is a powerful person. She's strong-willed, stubborn, and willing to kick ass when she wants to."
You purse your lips. "She also still thinks I shouldn't say the 'fuck' word."
Takane giggles. "My dad is kinda like that, yeah."
"Mama is way more liberal with her language. But sometimes it feels...i'unno, like she's being dismissive? I don't know how to describe it. She's the one my friends call a 'cool mom.'"
"Huh." She crosses her arms. "Like dismissive how?"
You shrug. "I don't knooooow. It's just like I kinda feel like I don't wanna talk to her about how I feel about things. Do you know how hard it was to admit that I might be nb? It was weirdly difficult. It just felt like I was gonna put up a barrier n' stuff."
Takane doesn't say anything. "Maybe I shouldn't have asked. This is...kinda personal."
"I'm sorry." You wave your hand. "I'm sorry; I usually do that to Reika."
"Does she listen?"
"Yeah." You smile. "She'll listen and she doesn't judge."
"Good." Takane gives you a smile. "I used to have a friend like that, too."
"Mmm." You have a hunch that said friendship dissolved. You don't wanna press it. "Oh, it looks like we're almost there."
Takane glances out the back window. Sure enough, right there in the evening sun is the waterfront. The water by Mitakihara is crystal-clear, a perfect reflection of the city behind it. The shops and restaurants are just behind it, and every few minutes, a swimming robot sweeps through the water to eliminate trash. A number of different boats, all sleek and glimmering white, float to the side just far enough away so as to not ruin the view.
The brick path is usually white, but as the sun sets it's turning a gorgeous shade of purple. Even with autumn looming just around the corner, the waterfront still stuns.
You and Takane leave the train to reach the waterfront. She hangs back just a few feet behind you, her bag slung over her shoulder as she stares out across the water. On the other side is Kasamino, Mitakihara's sister city. Steam spews from the top of several buildings on the other side, but even there, just out of reach of the industrial heart of the city, the water is still glimmering and pristine.
"It's been a while since I've been here." You smile. "Most of the time I just stay by the Crater district. All my friends live there and my moms are usually pretty okay with me staying close by."
Takane nods as she walks behind you. "But are you okay with that?"
"Kinda?" You shrug. "It gets samey but I am kinda okay with it."
She smiles. "I mean given what you were saying with your moms..."
"I still love them," you say back.
"I never wanted to imply you didn't." She presses her hand to her chest. "I mean, god, my dads mothered the heck out of me when I lived in Kasamino. A bit further inland." She points to the radio tower. "Close to the base of KT-T."
You follow her finger out west. The tower itself looms over most of Kasamino, a skyscraping beacon of the city's industrial might. It's almost as tall as the Mitakihara Regional Center. "That's tall."
"Well, the buildings around it aren't nearly as big." She lowers her hand. "Papa worked for the radio station before they offered him a job here. And then we moved." She grins. "But honestly I've been excited to move to Mitakihara for a while now."
You shrug. "I mean, it's a city."
"Yes, but it's not just any city." She walks ahead of you with a spring in her step before she stops and leans towards you. "I loved Kasamino but I think I'll like this town more!"
You don't really get why she's excited about this city in particular. But her enthusiasm is kind of infectious, and you can't help but give her a smile right back.
You both keep walking a bit further down the waterfront before you finally decide to press yourself against the railing. You're a bit short (you still have some growing to do), so you have to lean your entire body against the railing and it goes all the way up to your neck. You make a strangled, frustrated noise as Takane rests beside you. She's noticeably taller than you; a full head taller.
You still have no idea why she said yes to...wait, no. Even more confusing, she asked you out. You don't know what she saw in you, you grievous gay disaster goblin.
She watches the sunlight dance across the water as a trashbot picks up a stray Starbucks cup.
"So like...why did you ask me out?" you ask.
"Because you're cute," she says back.
"That can't be it." You frown. "I mean...I dunno. I don't know anything. I'm kinda just me."
"Well, let's put it this way." She adjusts her glasses so that the sun isn't glaring at you. Just enough that you can see her eyes staring into yours. "I think you're cute. And I meant what I said on the roof. I want to try something out. And if it doesn't work out, we can just move on. Though I think it's going pretty okay so far."
You suspect she's hiding something. But you're not going to pry. And honestly, it's probably not that big a deal.
She's your age. She's not going to have that much to hide.
You smile...then you lean a little bit to the side. Your head hits her shoulder with a light *pap* and she giggles again.
Yeah, you think you'd be okay with going on another date.
[=]
Your name is Sayaka, and you just left this prefecture's police department. With Kasamino and Mitakihara so close together, it only makes sense for them to share a single massive Department, especially given the relatively low crime rates of both cities.
Even for all of Japan's ongoing societal problems, both cities are still notoriously dull among police officers, yourself included. Most of your day was spent sorting through paperwork. You're mostly thankful that Akane and Kyouko can usually take care of the bigger threats.
What seems to almost be a secondary job to you is keeping track of the number of magical girls in town, and you keep that number written down in a notepad in your back pocket, and you keep that notepad on you at all times. There is no way you're going to lose track of it.
You walk down the street, when suddenly you sense something. A hint of magic; there's a magical girl nearby. You tend to keep track of those around you, so you pull out your notepad.
There are currently fifty-five active magical girls in this part of Mitakihara, and you've crossed out five of the names on the list. You know that there are only two in the district where you live. So there's one that you haven't accounted for.
You grimace. You're not looking forward to keeping track of this one.
[] Go after her. Make sure she's keeping safe.
[] Go home. You can deal with it later.
Adhoc vote count started by TheOneMoiderah on May 8, 2019 at 4:54 PM, finished with 21 posts and 13 votes.
[X] Go after her. Make sure she's keeping safe. [x] Text kid to see if they're okay. Just because we're cagey doesn't mean that we don't know that Minako's a target for Meguca nonsense.
You don't wanna risk it. A quick dash around the corner and you see a flash of green magic from just inside the alleyway, with a telltale sparkle and what sounds like clanking metal. This girl has a very, very complicated weapon from the sounds of it, probably a transforming one? Either she experimented or she got really lucky.
Magical girls' weapons seem almost random from your experience, but they always have something to do with the person's personality. So either this person likes overly complicated machinery, she wants to put herself at risk for big payoffs, or she got a bad spin on Kyubey's Wheel of Torture.
Probably a mixture of the three.
You crack your knuckles and take a step into the alleyway. You whip your hand out and your soul gem materializes on your hand. Another step and you throw it in front of your face.
First, your police uniform starts to shimmer, then it ripples. A third step and you're surrounded by an explosion of dust and a gust of wind. Your magical girl outfit emerges first, before it disappears like a memory. It's replaced instead by a gambeson, before golden chainmail forms just over the top, with each individual link looking like a tiny note.
Your sabatons come first. Your boots wrap around your legs; still the long, blue leather from before, but this time they glitter with gold. The metal crinkles and crunches before forming two neat, multi-layered steel boots. It continues up your leg, blue metal materializing around your shins and thighs before three cups slap themselves across your knees.
You spread your arms as your forearms are wrapped by glimmering golden gauntlets, as your elbows are coated and your upper arms are enclosed. Your pauldrons are next, floating over the top as your breastplate slowly melts down your chest, across the golden mail. Three eyes adorn the front of your chestplate as your gorget shoots up and covers your chin. You roll your head experimentally, flex your fingers, and finally snap them.
Your cape bursts from your back, a complex canvas of gold on white with a full symphony on your back. You're pretty sure that it takes the form of whatever song you're thinking of at the moment.
You form a sword in your right hand, then snap the blade off with your left. You spin it around three times and it multiplies with each spin. One blade, then three, then nine, and a fourth turns it into a mechanical shield. The handle in your right hand suddenly grows a new blade entirely, and by the time you reach the labyrinth...
You look fucking fierce.
And you press the sword in first. It doesn't yank on your hand. Doesn't even snap the blade. You take that as your cue to slip into the labyrinth. And as soon as you do, you drop. You drop and drop and drop past winding tree branches made of felt and leather as wild patterns pass by your eye and the air whips your cape about your head.
You hit the ground hard, hard enough to splinter wood with the combined force of your landing and your armor's mass. You flex your hands experimentally to make sure you didn't break anything with a bad landing.
No, still good. You take a look around to get your bearings, really understand the labyrinth. The sky is a dull red, with a gigantic sphere just hanging overhead. The branches around you twitch and shudder, and for a second you almost lose your footing.
The branches continue to twist, before a low, loud groan fills your ears and the sun above bursts to life. Two trees, both slightly smaller than this one, twist and twine and interlink and rumble as the sunbeams fill your eyes.
That looks like a witch to you. Doesn't seem like a particularly dangerous one. But you've underestimated witches before.
But more importantly, you see a tiny dot among the branches of the tree. A girl darts among the limbs as a swarm follows her around. The tiny little swarm dances around her as she twists and weaves in a blur of green. She punches one, and you see a flash of white, a huff of smoke, and a second later, you hear the distinct crack of a firearm.
Each punch explodes with pop-pop-pop, and from here, you can just barely tell that the shells on her arms are rotating. With each shot, a shell flies out the top of her fist weapon and finally you can tell that she's both out of bullets and cornered. She twists her body, crosses her arms, and presses her feet to the bark of the tree. She whips her arms out and two discarded magazines fly from her hands. She presses her arms to her sides and suddenly two new clips fill her hands.
You hear a roaring battlecry before she spins, the force of her leap ripping an entire branch off of the tree as she passes by the swarm. She screams through the air just over your head as each punch of hers takes out a chunk of the swarm.
She looks about Minako's age. She whips just over your head and the swarm whizzes just nearby. From here, you can finally tell that the swarm is nothing but branches, growing at rapid speed from the ground as they desperately try to reach up to her. You bend your knees as they come close, and without hesitation, you rocket upwards.
Your falchion rips through the swarm in a flash of neon blue. A wave echoes from your sword, your cape whipping around your body as your shield rattles from the sudden movement. Momentum carries you further upwards as the swarm of branches flutters in confusion, utterly bewildered at the audacity of you just barging into the fray like you did. You tighten your grip as the swarm wraps around itself to form a fucking log, almost as thick as your torso, and it comes barging towards you at high speed.
You raise your shield. The tip of the log slams into the metal of your shield, before you let the momentum sliiiiiiiide on past you. Splinters spray from the wood as you impale the end of the leg and draaaaaaag your sword out the base.
The log splits as your slice carries it out the back. You spiral towards the ground before slamming the shield down hard enough to detonate another branch. It's a spectacular rain of bark and felt as you stand up to your full height right in front of this mystery girl.
She's just staring at you, bewildered. "I-I...what the heck?"
[] "Stay back." (Difficulty 1)
[] "New in town?" (Try to strike a conversation. Write-in what you want to say to her.)
[] "Well don't just stand there. We have a witch to kill." (Accuracy 1)
Adhoc vote count started by TheOneMoiderah on May 10, 2019 at 12:02 AM, finished with 14 posts and 12 votes.
[X] "New in town?" -[X] Anyone give you Meguca 101 yet? The dos and donts?
