To make people actually remember, here's it once for posterity: Minako is nonbinary and uses they/them. This message will be pinned so you people stop getting it wrong and pissing me off. If you get it wrong in the future I'm going to be much less nice, considering you have to scroll past it just to read the quest.
"Well, let me put it this way, Mami Tomoe." She presses her fingers into Mami's head, a thumb against her forehead and her index finger against her soul gem. The halo over Lady Rin's head shimmers and flickers as the two gems over her head spin and spin and spin and spin.
Mami's world explodes into stars, and all she sees are Lady Rin's two shimmering silver eyes as her world descends into the cosmos. The Milky Way shimmers into being from her eyes and erupts into a great galactic map before it, too, turns to a speck among an infinite number of stars.
I'll be honest. I feel it would be in character for Sayaka to call crazy aunt Homura the moment she learns Rin sent a Mami to fight them, and that we should vote to do that. Rin wants to make things personal? Then we drop the nuke.
I also suspect that Rin wants to draw Homura out, but eh, story over optimal results
I think we should say something to them. They want to understand, let's not clam up?
But I'm still thinking about what could fit. A direct explanation isn't right, but maybe explaining more of how bad things were for SayaKyo personally, how trapped everyone was?
[] Explain to Minako that it's a broken system. It's hard to survive for any length of time without doing questionable things, and easy to go wrong somewhere. Nasty, Brutish, and Short. That this seems to be the Incubators' intent.
Something like that, maybe?
That seems like the takeaway of so much. The game is rigged.
We could also add something about how, "But your Mom and I have survived all this time, and..." but I'm not sure.
[X] Explain to Minako that it's a broken system. It's hard to survive for any length of time without doing questionable things, and easy to go wrong somewhere. Nasty, Brutish, and Short. That this seems to be the Incubators' intent.
I like this. Remind them that it's not just an unfair fucked up world, it's unfair on purpose. It's like this because people keep it that way and mitikihara upset that.
[X] Explain to Minako that it's a broken system. It's hard to survive for any length of time without doing questionable things, and easy to go wrong somewhere. Nasty, Brutish, and Short. That this seems to be the Incubators' intent.
I can't know that it's the best idea, but it seems that a focus on personal vices, on one particularly bad Magi, etc, etc, ignores the situation that led to all of this. When you think about it that way, as individual moral failings of Magi, you might never bend, but you'll always break.
And as an Empath, Minako has a chance to notice this, and also find its limits, of course.
[X] Explain to Minako that it's a broken system. It's hard to survive for any length of time without doing questionable things, and easy to go wrong somewhere. Nasty, Brutish, and Short. That this seems to be the Incubators' intent.
I want to balance this with a positive. Mina is aware it's a bad system, at least at a conceptual level considering they know the witchbomb. And while it's important to drive that home I think it's equally as important to show the other side of the equation, how despite the broken system Mitakihara tries to counter it. How Magi don't have to kill each other for seeds in the city, how cooperation on a large scale is possible because one incredibly dumb, bullheaded, and optimistic Magi (coughcoughSayakacoughcough) refused to give up on anyone, even people she probably should have. How Mitakihara is almost an idyllic utopia in comparison to how the system is supposed to work and it's probably that fact that puts a lot more weight and responsibility on the Mitakiharan Magi to protect and uphold it from those who want to screw that up.
Except, I have no idea how to shrink that down to vote size so I'm a little stuck
[X] Explain to Minako that it's a broken system. It's hard to survive for any length of time without doing questionable things, and easy to go wrong somewhere. Nasty, Brutish, and Short. That this seems to be the Incubators' intent. All anyone's been able to do is to try to be be better than that.
One-line modification to @The Laurent 's vote, if people approve.
-[] It's a system that you've done your best to counteract it in Mitakihara, and that the lives of Magi here are better than they are in many places, and that it seems as if the Incubators disapprove of this.
Something like that? Because there's the words QB said at the end of Chapter 1, which all but implied that convincing Minako to Contract was a *reaction* in their twisted minds.
Oh, and, that modification above would work *too*.
FAMOUS PROPHETS - PART 2 OF 2 - STARS - [MATURE CONTENT WARNING]
Warning: Part 2 of Famous Prophets contains mature content underneath a spoiler. Reader discretion is advised.
It had been three-thousand, six-hundred and twenty-two days since she broke up with Homura. Madoka was working out that morning. Nothing too strenuous, definitely nothing on par with Sayaka or Kyouko or Akane or Tomo's insane workouts, but then again, she was only human.
Minako had just turned fourteen and Madoka had already sent her regards in the mail. It was probably gonna take a little while before the kid got their gift; it was a figure from one of their favorite anime, a big samurai woman with a gigantic purple sword. Madoka never saw the show, but really, it was kind of in her taste.
She stretched her hands as she got off the treadmill, whipped her towel over her shoulders and chugged her water. The Okinawan sun poured in through the skylights in her house, a gigantic empty space with very few walls. At the end was a bar. On the left was the ocean.
She was wearing a sports bra and a pair of workout shorts as she sat at her couch. It was enormous, way too big for just one person in this godforsaken house.
This empty house where she maybe brought a date home once every so often. She learned pretty quickly that while she was bi, she had a preference for women. She thought it was just incidental that most of her dates tended to be ladies.
That became less believable after the sixth girlfriend. Madoka began to wonder if she attracted toxic women to her. Or if she just met bad men. Or if she was just a piece of trash. A piece of trash that gave up the woman that liked her b-
She hissed out a "Fuck."
She didn't want to think about Homura Akemi.
And frankly that relationship needed to end. It was too much. It was bad for her, bad for Homura. So why couldn't she stop thinking about her? It just popped up every so often like a bad fucking joke. She might not think about Homura for months at a time. Then when she was trying to work or was in a meeting she just...
She imagined watching over Mitakihara as they rebuilt the city. Double dates with Kyouko and Sayaka. Watching Minako being born. It wasn't surprising. She couldn't just forget eight years like that. She couldn't forget any of it.
And she especially couldn't forget the fights.
She took a deep breath. She had work to get to.
[=]
Work was uneventful, refreshingly so. Maybe an argument might've been brewing, but she defused it. She tended to just kind of check out on down days. It was mostly just small upkeep; keep the teammates operating smoothly, cool off brewing problems, and keep their projects moving forward.
What she was looking forward to was going out. Maybe seeing a film. Maybe calling up one of her friends. The couch was awfully lonely.
She took a breath while she walked out of the building. Probably not the best idea to have lurid thoughts on the sidewalk in front of the workplace.
Ishigaki was nowhere near the size of Mitakihara; hell, it was nowhere near the size of Naha. Even with several decades of growth, the population peaked at a hundred thousand and more or less stayed there. Madoka had lived here for the past two years, and all things considered, she was starting to actually kind of enjoy it. But what she was excited for was the night life.
Something interesting always happened at night.
So it was that at the heart of Ishigaki, in the middle of a club with pumping bass and flashing neon and the umpteenth remix of Cruel Angel's Thesis blaring from the speakers, Madoka found herself with a cocktail in hand. It was a stupid, tropical-looking pina colada. The kind of drink she normally wouldn't be caught dead drinking, but hey, she liked the coconut.
She gave it a sip. And then someone bumped into her back. The drink went all over her shirt, all over her face, and right onto the floor. She hissed. "Fucking-" She took a deep breath. "Excuse me." She turned in her chair.
The woman walking by had shoulder-length black hair and a large-brim straw hat. She was dressed in mostly purple a simple, gorgeous dress with an exposed back.
But right now she just pissed Madoka off. "Ma'am? You spilled my drink."
"Oh!" The woman stopped, turned. "Apolo..."
Both of the women froze when they realized who they were looking at.
A single silver ring with a glimmering purple gem. Pitch-black, shimmering hair. A gaunt face and fair skin that looked as though it hadn't aged a day.
Madoka knew that woman's face. She had kissed it countless times.
It was several seconds of uninterrupted staring but it felt like a fucking century. Madoka thought she experienced an entire emotional spectrum in the span of one bass drop. Her breath caught in her throat. Immediately, she felt like she wanted to fucking leave.
She could just not acknowledge it. Just leave right now. Don't say her name. Don't-
"Homura?"
God fucking damn it. And with any luck, Homura would-
"M-Madoka?"
Madoka froze on the spot. She looked terrible. She had coconut-flavored booze on her shirt; it was a good thing it was a shitty shirt she didn't care about but it's just...
It's just...
Just...
"W-what are you doing here?" Madoka asked and it was like she was a teenager again.
"I uh...I should ask you the same, Kaname." Homura winced at the last word.
"I live in this city."
"Ah." Homura paused. "So you hate Mitakihara, too?"
"Yyyeah." Madoka pushed herself back up. "I...did."
"Mm." Homura kept her breathing steady. "Do...do you want to stay here?"
"Can you instaclean my shirt?"
"That's a magi-exclusive power."
"Ah. Right." Madoka took another breath. She was trying to keep from either hugging or punching or screaming something. "I...might have to go home." She pulled out her wallet, but the bartender raised a hand.
"It's on the house," she said, hands raised. "Honestly, you're having...a time."
"Thanks." Madoka's eyes flicked up to the bartender, then to Homura before she took a step off the barstool and towards the club's exit.
A part of her hoped that Homura would follow her out. The rest hoped that would be the last she'd see of Akemi.
Except as soon as she stepped out of the bar she heard footsteps behind her. "H-hey!"
Madoka froze in place. She turned. "What do you-"
Homura stretched out her hand, and in her palm was a single rectangular block made of crystal, with a displ...wait a tic. "Your uh, your phone."
Madoka froze. She patted herself down, slowly realizing that she actually did leave her phone on the bar. She lightly stretched her hand out and gave the phone a squeeze, almost deliberately trying to avoid Homura's hand.
"Uhh...thank you." Madoka bit her lip. "Thanks, Homura."
"You're welcome, Madoka."
[=]
It had been two days since she met Homura again. And Madoka was still fucking thinking about it. She stared at herself in the mirror, naked, fresh out of the shower. Her hair was sticking to her scalp, her eyes half-lidded. She kept staring at herself, at her stupid self.
"Fuck's sake, Madoka," she hissed. She breathed in through her nose and exhaled through her mouth. "Just...an ex. She's your ex. And you just brushed into each other. That's it. That's all that..." She paused.
She glanced down to her phone, which was just glowing in the light of the shower. She picked it up. It unlocked as soon as it gave her eyes a scan, and she scrolled her thumb to the "phone" tab. A tap or two and she moved to her settings.
Homura's number was still blocked. Just as it was before.
The smart thing would probably be to keep it like that.
But Madoka wasn't built on good decisions.
Her finger twitched over the unblock button. She wondered if it would be worth it to...well...meet over drinks? You know, as friends.
None of her other exes had as bad a breakup as she had with Homura. Why was Homura so special? Eight years, and they fell apart spectacularly. Madoka screamed at her for...some reason. But really, Madoka still thought it was the straw that broke the camel's back.
She pressed her thumb and unblocked Homura. Part of her expected a flood of messages.
The phone didn't budge. No new messages.
Madoka let out a sigh of relief. "She moved on, too." She smiled. Her finger hovered over the text app. Then she rolled her eyes and gave it a press.
Homura said:
Madoka: hey, it's madoka
Madoka: wanna go out for drinks later?
She kept her eyes locked on the phone as she waited for an answer. One minute. Two. The hot shower mist was starting to give way. She was actually starting to get cold.
Finally, she got a text back.
Homura said:
Homura: I'd like that.
Madoka: cool.
Madoka: there's a bar nearby
Homura: I hope it's not at a club
Homura: Oh
Madoka: yeah no we need someplace quiet
Madoka: colelct our thoughts.
Madoka: *collect
Homura: I agree.
Madoka: tomorrow?
Homura: yes
Homura: Just send me the address.
Madoka did just that. She took a deep breath. She wondered if she was going to regret this.
[=]
It had been three days since she met Homura again. And she was currently sitting with her handbag in her hands just outside of the bar. Her hands tightened around the handle, jaw set, teeth grinding against each other.
Despite herself, Madoka couldn't help the nerves. She knew what Homura was like. She knew it too well.
But that's the thing. Was. She wondered if she grew. She wondered if Homura became better in some way.
Then Madoka wondered if she herself became worse. She wondered when she got this way. At what point did she lose track of herself. When did she stop being kind. When did she harden. Why was she questioning Homura. She should have been more patient. She should have-
No. She stopped those thoughts in their tracks. No, it was bad for you, and it was bad for Homura. Fucking stop it.
Madoka leaned her head back against the wall. "Fuck me."
"But we just met."
Madoka almost jumped off the wall at the voice. She whipped her head around to see Homura standing right there in a wide-brim hat, a short-sleeved shirt, and a pair of shorts with a bag slung over her shoulder.
"O-Oh, don't do that."
"Don't do what?" Homura blinked.
"Just appear like that?"
Homura sighed. "...I didn't."
"Wait, what?"
"I walked over. You looked like you were in thought and I didn't want to interrupt you."
"I...O-oh." Madoka pressed her palm into her forehead. "I...let's just get a drink, aye?"
"I would like that, yes."
[=]
Madoka had an Old Fashioned with a swirling orange rind and the faint scent of rum. She sipped and immediately winced. The drink was too bitter; not enough sugar and syrup and the ice cube was clearly too small. She sighed and drank it anyway. The poor bartender didn't need her shit, too.
Homura had a dirty martini in her hand. The two olives stuck to the edge as she gave the glass a light sway and a sip. Her drink seemed to be far better handled...that, or Homura didn't have the same tastes that Madoka did. One of the two.
Madoka opened her mouth, then her eyes flicked down. Then she looked back up. "So, you left Mitakihara?"
"Yes," Homura said without hesitation. "I left the city and never looked back." She sipped her drink. "I just...I couldn't stay."
"Mmhm." Madoka stared ahead. She gave her drink another sip. She looked over to her left. "So, uh, what about-"
"I have had a few girlfriends, but nothing long-term." Homura smiled. "I don't think I can do that. At least, not healthily. I tried another long-term relationship but it just..."
"Fell apart?" Madoka answered.
"Well, we realized we didn't click. We're still friends." Homura turned on the stool. "What about you? Did you-"
"I think I had the same realization that you did." Madoka scratched the back of her head. "I just kept on...thinking about you."
"Ah." Homura sighed. "You..."
"I tried moving on but I just...well, fuck it. We're adults." Madoka chugged the rest of her cocktail right down. "I broke up with you because you were obsessive. You were controlling, you were a living nightmare to be around."
"I was toxic."
"And you didn't...wait, what?" Madoka blinked.
"I was immensely toxic. It was bad for me. And it was worse for you." Homura swirled her olives around. "I know. I have been working on that."
Madoka paused. She stared at the woman across from her, then leaned against the bar. "Do you wanna talk about...something else?"
"Such as movies, perhaps?"
Madoka stuck her tongue out. "Ugh, no. I've gotten enough of those from the Miki-Sakuras. Minako is into some real dumb movies."
"Oh, how is she?"
"They."
"Oh, apologies. How are they?" Homura pauses. "I didn't realize Minako was nonbinary."
"It's recent. But honestly after Kyou and Saya started using they/them, they got real, real happy. So I think it's working. They don't use neopronouns, though."
"Akane?"
"Doctorate. She makes a pretty penny for her family back in Mitakihara." Madoka paused. "Actually, come to think of it, haven't you kept in contact with Mitakihara at all? I mean I've been out for a couple of years, but...it's been a while for you."
"A decade, yes."
"Mind catching me up a little on what you've been doing?"
[=]
The door to Madoka's home swung open, a very, very drunk Madoka leaning up against a clearly very sober Homura. And the entire way there, Homura didn't stop talking.
She let out a laugh. "Oh, oh and then, and then, the plane flipped over because this idiot pilot forgot to actually anchor it down! It just blew off into the wind! We were stuck up there for hours before a helicopter got us down!"
Madoka cackled loudly, doubled over in laughter. "H-Hoh my god, Homura what?!"
"It was probably the most exciting thing that happened on the Andes in decades." She sighed as she let Madoka down on the couch. "Are you alright?" she asked.
"Y-yeah, I'm good." Madoka sighed. "Wow, Homu. You've seen a lotta shit."
"I have. Just, I should have left earlier." Homura smiled. "I shouldn't have stayed in Mitakihara as long as I have." She paused. "You know how long I was in that city?"
"Too long." Madoka wriggled on the couch. "Way, way too long. That's all I need to know." She pressed her fingers into her forehead. "Ugh, man I'm gonna feel like shit in the morning."
"Do you want-?"
"Yeah you can stick around." Madoka groaned. "I'm gonna be so fucking hungover when I wake up." She rolled onto her stomach. "Ugh."
A bucket appeared right by Madoka's couch.
The woman grunted. "You really didn't need to abuse your time travel powers."
"But I did." Homura said. "That trashcan wasn't even lined. You will need it tomorrow morning."
"Ugh." Madoka pointed to the hallway. "My shower's over there. Please ignore the dildos."
"You got a dildo?"
"I got several." Madoka's hand flopped down. "Don't use 'em they still need washing."
Homura quirked up an eyebrow. "You're a bit more crass than I remember."
"It's been a decade, Homu. Shit changes." She flopped her arms over her face. "A lot changes, y'know."
They were both quiet for a little while as Madoka rolled over. Then, finally, she fell asleep. Homura did so soon after, on the other side of the couch.
[=]
It had been four days since she met Homura again, and Madoka needed that bucket ten minutes after she woke up.
It was a good thing she wasn't working that day, because she felt like shit, her mouth tasted like shit, everything was shit. Everything was fucking garbage and she was thankful she didn't ruin her pristine white couch or perfect tile floor. The sun was beating down through the roof and as she vomited into the trash can she saw Homura rush over.
She was already dressed. "I'm already making coffee."
"GHanrnggh," Madoka grunted. "Ughhhhafhgghh.."
"I concur," Homura said. "If you do sick on the floor, I'll clean it up for you."
"Thananksshh," Madoka muttered, before she promptly vomited right into the trashcan all over again. "Fhfuguckkmmeeh."
Homura winced. "Are you good to eat?"
"Nnoh." Madoka flopped around on the bed. "I'mmmnot good for anything."
"I'll make you breakfast anyway. Do you have eggs?"
"Yysesss."
The fridge opened behind her. Homura pulled out a couple of eggs. "Scrambled or-"
"Overeeeeeeeasy."
"Got it."
Madoka coughed. "I neeeeed waaaaaaaaater." She stumbled to her feet. She was still wearing her fucking shoes from last night, so she promptly kicked one of them off and awkwardly forced off the other. She stood up. "Hooomuuuu."
A cup was already in her hands. "Ooh," she muttered. "Thanksh."
"You're welcome," Homura said as she put a pair of bread slices in the toaster.
Madoka quietly sipped her glass. "You usin' the press?"
"Of course." Homura smiled. "I know how you like your coffee."
"Thank." Madoka waved her hand. "I'mma take a fuuuuuuuucking shower."
[=]
Breakfast and a nap later, and Homura was sitting next to Madoka, who was leaning with her back against Homura's shoulder. Her hangover was still around, but it was less a head-splitting death ache and more just a mild migraine.
She pressed herself further back as Homura typed on her laptop.
"So...what do you do?"
"I'm an artist," Homura said. "It's nothing big, but my pieces help fund a lot of my trips."
"Oh?" Madoka turned back. "I thought that was just a side thing when you were living with me."
"It was." Homura pushed her glasses back up her face. "But...then I used it to vent."
"Ah." Madoka whistled. "So you're a traveling artist? How bohemian."
"I am a lesbian traveling artist who happens to have supernatural timestopping powers." Homura shrugged. "It's very, very bohemian."
Madoka chuckled. "Where was the self-awareness back when we were dating?"
Homura leaned right back. "Trapped somewhere between trauma and obsession, I suppose." She sighed. "I just..."
"You just what?" Madoka leaned back.
"I...hrm." Homura slumped. "I wish I was closer to this back then."
"Closer to...ah."
"Closer to how I am now. Healthier. Happier." Homura traced her finger across her chest. Even through the shirt she could feel the faint bump of a scar. "You know that my heart was weak, right? If I didn't become a magi, I would have died in my twenties."
"Homura..."
"I made a wish to protect you. And I tried for a decade. But then I caught the car and I did not know what to do with it. So I burned another decade chasing a car that had already stopped."
"I hope you don't regret us," Madoka muttered. "I'm not who I was. I'm not as happy as I was. I'm harder than I used to be."
"You should say 'more experienced'."
They freeze when they notice that they're leaning close to each other. The sun beamed down on them from up high amid a perfect midday Okinawan sky. Their faces were inches apart.
Madoka smiled. "So..."
"I wouldn't mind sex, no."
Homura said it so bluntly that Madoka could almost feel her soul leave her body. All that drama and it was diffused like that.
"Well, is that a no?" Homura asked.
Madoka answered by kissing her on the lips.
Madoka pressed Homura's back into the couch and immediately kissed the other woman's breasts. Her hands traveled down her waist, down the belt as she kissed Homura's chest greedily.
"I missed this," she whispered. "I missed this and god I missed you."
Homura brought her hands down. Her breath caught in her throat as she stammered out. "S-same. I missed you too."
Madoka immediately yanked down Homura's shorts, taking the belt and panties down with it before she brought her fingers up. Homura's breath hitched, her hand wrapped around Madoka's back as she let out a shuddering breath.
"Madokaaaaa..." she whispered.
"Shushush." Madoka leaned in. "I top."
"Yes. Yes you do." They started at a rhythm, Homura bucking to Madoka's fingers as she kept herself close.
But midway through a thrust, she caught Homura looking away. Another, and Madoka realized that it wasn't because Homura was arching her back in pleasure. She was distracted, trying to look away from her.
Madoka stopped. "Hey, hey, is something wrong?"
"It's just..." Homura took another breath. Her legs were shuddering. "I-I never thought I'd be back here. I just..." She shook her head. "Madoka, I just...I thought you hated me."
"Homura-"
"No, let me finish." Homura reached up. "I thought you hated me, and I deserved it. I deserved it for everything I put you through. I just, I was an awful person. I'm...I obsessed over you constantly I just-"
"You had an idealized me, right?" Madoka leaned over.
"I...I believed in a you that didn't exist." Homura shook her head. "I was so focused on the fake you that I didn't notice the person I was hurting. The woman that just...the woman I forced away by trying to keep her close."
"Well, what do you think of the woman in front of you?" Madoka whispered as she unbuttoned her top and pulled it over her head.
"I think..." Homura swallowed. "I think she's different from the Madoka I met all those years ago. The Madoka that I tried to save, the Madoka that I eventually did save." Homura brought her hands to Madoka's chest, to the bra strap in the middle.
She unhooked it and pressed her hands into Madoka's chest. "I think she's beautiful."
"This is the real me." Madoka said back. "Not an idealized me. Not a fake. Not a fictional me. I am Madoka Kaname. I drink a bit too often. I swear a lot more than I used to. I overwork myself, and I tend to believe in people that maybe don't deserve it." She took her hand out from Homura's legs and traced it up her stomach, right under Homura's shirt.
She could feel the scar underneath Homura's sports bra.
"And I want to fuck you, Homura Akemi."
Homura's breath hitched in her throat before she pulled herself up. "Give me a-" A split second, and Homura's shirt, bra and skirt went flying across the room, with Homura apparently never changing her position.
Madoka laughed. "Some things don't change."
"Some things don't." Homura breathed out. "And I think I really, really like this real Madoka."
[=]
At some point, she had fallen asleep on the couch. Her arms were wrapped around a naked Homura's waist, eyes shut, ear on top of her ex's chest.
Except, well, she wasn't asleep. Madoka took a breath.
"Something wrong?" Homura asked.
"I...no." Madoka sighed. "That was...that was nice." She gave Homura's chest scar a kiss. "That was real nice. I oughta get you to meet my girlfriends."
Homura smiled right back. "I think that would be lovely." She stroked Madoka's hair.
"So...what does this make us?" Madoka muttered. "I mean, I didn't think we'd fuck like immediately after meeting again-"
"Friends with benefits?"
"That sounds right." Madoka rolled her head on Homura's chest. "...But you are sweet. You're very sweet."
Homura stroked the other woman's back. It was as though Madoka had barely aged in the past ten years. "Did you regret it?" Homura held Madoka's head close to her chest.
Madoka didn't say anything back. She nuzzled her face into Homura's chest as she wrapped her arms around the other woman's waist.
We are. Absolutely. Not. Bringing Homu in, no matter what. She's in a better place with her life, though it took a long time, and she really doesn't need the kinds of headfucks I feel like are going to be happening.
Things are looking up for them. And Ms TERF-ass-face probably isn't sticking her nose in. Thank... would we be thanking Madokami for this? That particular version of Madoka hasn't exactly solved her own romantic issues. Bah, theology.
Anyway, vot:
[X] Explain to Minako that it's a broken system. It's hard to survive for any length of time without doing questionable things, and easy to go wrong somewhere. Nasty, Brutish, and Short. That this seems to be the Incubators' intent. All anyone's been able to do is to try to be be better than that.
We are. Absolutely. Not. Bringing Homu in, no matter what. She's in a better place with her life, though it took a long time, and she really doesn't need the kinds of headfucks I feel like are going to be happening.
Now now, if we've learned anything from the last quest and this one, it's that keeping things from other people leads to more problems later.
...okay, yes I know bringing Homura is a horrible desicion but that is like half the reason I want it to happen. And the characters have a perfectly IC-ish reason to do so once they learn about the Mumi situation.
We are. Absolutely. Not. Bringing Homu in, no matter what. She's in a better place with her life, though it took a long time, and she really doesn't need the kinds of headfucks I feel like are going to be happening.
Now now, if we've learned anything from the last quest and this one, it's that keeping things from other people leads to more problems later.
...okay, yes I know bringing Homura is a horrible desicion but that is like half the reason I want it to happen. And the characters have a perfectly IC-ish reason to do so once they learn about the Mumi situation.
