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.
[X] Try to convince her to stay. (DIFFICULTY 2. You know your wife. You also know your wife.)
-[X] If you can't, try and convince her to not go without you
[Q] "Where we droppin' girls"
-[Q] Drop at Tilted Towers
-[Q] Get Tilted at the Towers
-[Q] i actually don't play fortnite i dont know any other places
Minako, Sayaka, Kyouko, Takane, and Kirika look back.
"I followed you?" asks? Mami.
"OK, that makes sense," Sayaka sighs, "but when did you two get here?"
"Oriko Oriko Oriko," succintly explains Kirika.
"If ya thought I'd let Mina out of my sight in enemy territory for one second? Shame on you," gravely states Takane, raising an eyebrow.
"Oriko Oriko Oriko Oriko Oriko."
Sayaka rubs her head, trying to fend off an impeding headache. "Fine, just... fine. We might have broken the gold anime rule of no more than four people per sneaking team, but if we all keep a low profile-"
Kyouko tugs on her cape.
"-If we keep a low profile, and none of you do anything stupid-" she shrugs off another tug, "we can do this without any of you kids getting in danger of dying- agh, Kyouko, what?!"
The redhead woman, who had been tugging on her wife's cape for the last half minute, points ahead, where a black speck could barely be seen madly roof hopping away as if the devil was hot on her tail.
"Oriko Oriko Oriko Oriko Oriko Oriko Oriko..."
"She ran off when you said 'no more than four people'."
"Yeah," mutters Akane, "should we-"
"HOLY FUCK-"
"WHAT-"
"CRAP-"
"LANGUAGE-"
Akane blinks, blinks, then stares at the group of panicked magi.
Only after they've all calmed down, does she let go of the spearhead she held pinched in between thumb and forefinger. An inch from her throat.
"Oops," Kyouko examines said weapon, tsks, and dissolves it, "where the f...reak did you come from, anyway?"
"I've been here all along?"
"... OK, new plan," Sayaka palms her fist, "we let the sneaky giant do the sneaking mission. Meanwhile, I'm taking you all kids home."
"Uh," Minako raises their hand, "what about Kirika?"
"..."
"... This is probably all acording to Oriko's keikaku?" shrugs Kyouko.
"Keikaku means plan," answers Minako wihout thinking.
"Yes, home, sure, let's take all the kiddies home where they'll be safe," the redhead readily agrees, completely ignoring the irony, "... where's Akane?"
"She left as soon as Sayaka suggested taking the kids..." Mami bites her lip, "us kids home?"
"Sayaka?"
"Yes, Koko?"
"We suck at stealth."
"Let's just get out already."
Somewhere deep in enemy territory, that is, Kasamino, Akane quietly watches as the black haired Kure Kirika wanders into a seemingly random alleway.
After she passes by, with nary a sound, a part of the wall opens, a door somehow camouflaged perfectly so as to be invisible.
Kirika whirls around, coming face to face with a tall, white haired girl... with a bucket on her head?
A moment later, the bucket flies off the girl's head after Kirika crashes into a limpethug into her.
Nothing else to see here, Akane nods to herself. Satisfied that half her mission was well done, she proceeds to take off, her gigantic frame of compressed muscle leaping over whole blocks at a time.
I really wanna see Kirika and Mina interact. I get the impression Mina did a deeper dive with Kirika than some of the others, they mentioned "solving" Kirika's obsession and I'm curious what resulted from that.
I really wanna see Kirika and Mina interact. I get the impression Mina did a deeper dive with Kirika than some of the others, they mentioned "solving" Kirika's obsession and I'm curious what resulted from that.
Well, in Oriko Magica, aside from genuinely loving Oriko, Kirika also sorta mindraped herself to become someone useful to her by her Wish ( and also to confess )
Soooooooo
[X] Try to convince her to stay. (DIFFICULTY 2. You know your wife. You also know your wife.)
You keep yourself calm and level. "We have a kid at home, Kyou-"
She rolls her eyes. "Oh, for fuck's sake, don't pull that shit on me."
"I'm sorry, I thought it was fair game because you-"
"Pulled it on you? When I was pregnant? Because you're right. I did. Because what you were gonna do was suicide! It's not the same in the slightest, Sayaka."
"What, and this isn't? Running into enemy territory, face-first, spear up, ready to get skewered?"
"It's not the same, because I'm not going up against an impossible super-witch because I think it's a good idea."
"It was my father! That thing killed my father! It was dumb, yes, but this isn't any-!"
"Yeah, well this is for us. This is for our child. And fuck you for trying to make me look selfish for it."
You reel like you've been slapped, and you can tell that Kyouko already feels bad for it. But she's committed. She's committed to her stance and you fucking know when she's committed.
But you aren't about to let her have the last word. "I am not trying to make you feel selfish, Kyouko. That wasn't what-"
"Then what was, Sayaka? What was the intent?!"
"The intent is that I love you, and I don't want to lose you."
She stands up in her seat, and immediately everyone around you is staring. She leans over the table, and you know her. You know her and you love her and she's on the verge of tears. "GREAT! That's fucking..." she takes a breath "...that's fucking great...fuck. Goddammit." She slumps back in her chair. "God damn it."
The food's not here yet, but you've both absolutely lost your appetite. You paw at the table, before you take in a deep, long, painful breath. "Hey...wanna leave?"
She presses her hands against her face. "Yeah. Yeah I do."
[=]
You wind up not even staying for appetizers. You're thankful that you and Kyouko don't fight that much anymore, not after you got married. The last screaming match you had with her was months ago. But that doesn't stop you from feeling like shit, and it sure as hell doesn't make it any better that you just talked to your wife like she's dumb.
And before you can apologize, just outside the restaurant, she reaches around and pulls you into a close hug. "Sorry."
Without hesitation, you wrap your arms right around her. "Yeah, same." You take a breath. "It...it's not my place. It's not my decision. You can go if you want."
"I know, I get that. It's just...fuck I turned it into something awful again." She squeezes you. "I'm terrible. Why'd you marry me?"
"Because we're pretty similar. And you're right. It was fucked of me to throw that back at you."
"Well you're right. I'm making your mistake. It's just..."
"Just do it." You hold her tighter. "Just do it, Kyouko. But make sure you come home safe, okay?"
She leans back against you, before she turns in her beautiful suit and gives you a kiss on your lips. When you break apart, she presses her forehead against yours.
"Yeah. I will."
[=]
Your name is Minako, and it's tomorrow. Your mom was pretty forthright with where your mama is; there's no training, and she wanted to go to Kasamino. Your mom hasn't looked happy about that at all. Your parents don't usually fight but it's like...not exactly pleasant.
So it's now that you find yourself walking through your school, hands in your pockets, your uniform tight around your body. You reach the top of the school, expecting to feel something about a magi, or a witch or something else. Something else to disrupt your lunch that you'd much rather spend cuddling Takane.
Except you don't expect to see a blonde-haired girl in an old Mitakihara uniform. You especially didn't expect to see her with a teacup in her hands, taking a light sip as she finally turns towards you. To her left is fine China and a steaming kettle, and to her right is a plate with some spongecake.
You blink twice. "Wha...thefuck?"
"Minako!" She smiles. "How nice of you to join me for-"
"That's weird, please don't act like you've been here the entire time."
Mami takes an awkward look around. "I...actually have been here for the past ten minutes. Your lunch starts slightly later than mine did."
"No, I just took a little longer to get upstairs." You pull a bento box out. Rice, steamed vegetables and miso-glazed chicken today; your mom isn't as theatrical as your mama but she's hardly a bad cook. "Also I...I mean if you wanna ask how gay you are-"
"I think I've figured that part out." She takes a breath in through her nose. She perks herself up, looks you in the eye with sparkling fervor. "I...like girls."
You stare at Mami for a good fifteen seconds. Then you snort. Then you cackle. "Well, that's step one!" You keep on laughing, as she looks utterly, completely embarrassed.
"I don't see what's so humorous. I-I just found out something-"
"No, no! It's a good step!" You wipe the tear from your eye because good fucking god, she is a disaster. She's technically older than you (fifteen, you believe) but she's just...lord she is the babiest of gays. The youngest amongus. The littlest gay who could. "I get that like...okay it really is a good step and honestly I am super happy for you."
Mami beams.
"BUT...we still have some work to do. F'rex..."
You take a hand, raise it up to your head...and you run it over your hair. It goes right through the red tuft just over your forehead, across the blue top of your head before you scrape it across the purple shave of the back of your head.
Mami, however is just baffled. "...I need the whatnow?"
"You need the style." You point your finger. "I mean, you need to look gay."
She stares at you. "I...I thought that it was just a normal thing."
"That's because it is." Your girlfriend walks right next to you, pulls out her own lunch, pops it right open, and leans against your shoulder.
Without hesitation, you immediately rub your face against hers, before she pops some rice right into your mouth. You giggle, before your girlfriend continues.
"There's kind of a history. I mean...my dads know more about it, but there is a history. It's mostly an American one, and I mean, papa is from Canada..."
"It's not, like needed." You shrug. "Takane likes girls and enbies exclusively, and she's got a bun, but it's like...?"
"It's a style choice." Your girlfriend says. "If you want to do it, you can. If not, then there's no need."
Mami blinks. She plays around with her curls, a pause and a bit of fingering her hair. "I...hm...I haven't...haven't thought about that."
"You still don't need to force yourself. If it ain't comfy, it ain't comfy."
Mami cups her chin. She looks awfully contemplative as she curls her hair around her finger.
But the ojou curls. Would Mami still include at least one such if she changes her hair style? I'm not sure Mami can be Mami without her ojou curl and lonelines, can she?
... Wait, is Mami having cake for lunch? That's not proper food at all. She better have had some rice or something.
That's not proper food at all. She better have had some rice or something.
