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[X] Delaying action. Talk with her some more about this.
- [X] Oh God, has Kyuubey finally stopped being weird and talked with her?
The logical thing to do would be to say yes. The
good thing to do is to say yes, because the more Taylor knows about being a
Puella Magi, the better chance she'll have (and the
less likely she is to make a Contract).
Still...
Still...
"This is...
kinda sudden," you say, cautiously, "What brought this on?"
Over telepathy, you add a little more. <<Has Kyuubey finally stopped being
wierd and talked with you about contracting?>>
"I just..." She pauses, and makes a
face. "I know you don't like 'Talking about Magical Girl Shit' out loud, but having two different conversations at the same time can get
really confusing sometimes."
You sigh. "Fine," you adquiesce, "Has Kyuubey finally stopped being
wierd and talked with you about contracting?"
"No, he's..." Taylor frowns. "I haven't seen him since the day we met," she tells you, and you try very hard to hide your
relief. "Should've I been seeing him?" she asks you.
"I really only see it when I have to get rid of a full Grief Seed," you admit, "Sarah's the... I wouldn't say she's
closer to it, but it tends to hang around her more often." You shrug. "No idea why. But... well, from what I know, Kyuubey's usually pretty quick on offering Contracts once it sees you have potential." You nip the obvious conclusion in the bud. "And I don't think it's even
possible to lose potential, by they way. As for why it's not badgering you..."
You shrug. "No idea."
You haven't told her this, but Kyuubey's current strange behaviour goes a little deeper than just not talking to Taylor. Whenever she's around, the catrabbit thing just vanishes, and the only answer you've gotten when you've asked is that it can't give you an answer.
I am forbidden from discussing current dealings with other magical girls, or potential contractees, is what it told you.
"Oh." Taylor falls silent, staring at her knees. You put a hand on her shoulder, trying to be encouraging.
"Any closer to figuring out what you want your wish to be?" you ask, trying to keep your voice light.
Taylor sighs. "No," she says, leaning back to stare at the overcast sky. "I swear that list grows
longer when I'm not looking at it," she adds, grumbling.
If there's one saving grace about Taylor's inevitable contracting, it's that there's so much she wants to wish for that she struggles to find the one thing she wants above all the others. You don't know what's on the list of potential wishes that Taylor's slowly been whittling down (and, apparently, occasionally adding to), or even how long it is, and you prefer it that way.
"The reason why I want to go with you now is..." Taylor pauses for a moment, biting her lip. "You've told me it's dangerous, and I believe you, but..." A sigh. "I still want to
know what it's like. You're..." A pause. Hesitation. "You're my friend, Rachel. And..." Again. Hesitation.
Yes, you're her friend. Just like Emma Barnes was, but obviously there were things about her that Taylor didn't know about. Things that made them go from being practically sisters to... well, how they are now. She wants to trust you, wants to believe that you're her friend, but there's an entire world you're a part of that she's completely closed off to.
"... And there's an entire world I'm a part off that you haven't seen yet," you finish for her. Taylor straightens out, face flushed.
"... I wasn't gonna put it
that way, but... Yeah," she admits. "To be fair, you've been telling me about being a magical girl practically every night." A hint of what
might've been a smile. "Hard not to get curious."
"I've been
complaining about all the bullshit being a magical girl involves," you correct her, voice deadpan, "Like Maze Witches. And murderous poachers. And
Sarah."
Taylor snorts in amusement. You huff with faux-offence.
[X] Accept, with conditions.
- [X] For starters, you're only gonna do it if Taylor agrees that you'll be bringing Sarah with you. You know she hates your fellow Puella Magi for quite understandable reasons, but between the two of you you can keep her much safer.
"Fine," you sigh, "You're coming with tonight." You raise a hand to interrupt Taylor before she can start to thank you. "With
conditions. First: you're only coming with me if bring Sarah along."
Taylor's face tells you exactly how little she likes that idea.
"Can't it be someone else?" she suggests, "
Literally anyone else?"
"Sarah's a cackling hyena, but she knows that if she let
anything happen to you she wouldn't live long enough to find it funny," you tell her, "other than that..." You rub the back of your head. "I'm not exactly the social butterfly of the Puella Magi Underworld," You admit.
Then again, the reason you
only have to deal with Anna and Andrea over Winslow is because you keep to yourself.
Taylor closes her eyes and visible does a ten-count in her head. "Fine," she tells you, "What else?"
"Just one more thing." Your voice lowers. "I don't
expect Anna and Andrea to start shit, but they
might. Anna's costume looks like some sorta fantasy assasin, and Andrea's is this armoured dress thing. If you see
either of them, tell us,
hide, and don't come out until it's safe."
"... You think they'd hurt me?"
You consider her question. "I
hope they're smart enough
not to," you clarify, "but I'm not taking any chances. Other than that... well, just keep in mind that the Barrier is what Witches use to kill people. Be
very careful."
Taylor takes a deep breath. It's not hard to tell that she's nervous, but she's pushing through anyways. "Alright," she says, "I'll take that." More softly, she adds, "And... Thanks, Rachel."
You snort. "I'd wait until
after before thanking me," you say, half-teasing. The two of you are done with lunch; there's not much else to do up here besides talk with each other (and Sarah, but you're not counting her), but it's nice and quiet and isolate-
"Rachel, did you close the door?"
You blink. Twist around to look at the door that goes up to the roof.
It's shut.
"...I didn't," you tell Taylor. Getting up, the two of you go to the only way up or off the cold roof is. Taylor reaches for the handle. Pulls. Pushes. Twists, one way then the other, putting more effort with each attempt.
"Locked," she pants. She looks pale. You know she doesn't have a cellphone (you do, but it doesn't take a Thinker to know that bringing it to
this school is asking for it to be stolen). It's cold, and you know for a fact that nobody down below will be helping.
...
Oh, and you're... You know. A Magical Girl. You could jump off the roof with Taylor. Hell, you could jump to the
next roof with Taylor. Still, this is more than a little
annoying.
You're technically locked out on the roof, but you're a magical superhuman lich. You've got some options that most people in this situation don't.
[-] Jump.
- [-] Just jump down like a badass, Taylor in your arms. Amaze others with your prowess. This is a terrible idea and you know it. Shame on you.
- [-] Jump to another building with Taylor and then jump down.
[-] All this jumping business is asking for trouble. The door is right there.
- [-] Use magic to unlock the door. The nice, simple solution to this problem.
- [-] Gently kick the door down. You might be able to tone your strength down to something believable as belonging to a standard issue human being. Or two. You'll say Taylor helped.
[-] Actually, neither you nor Taylor even want to go back in that building. Time to be a bad influence on your friend and skip the rest of the day!
- [-] Offer to Rooftop-hop her home.
- [-] Maybe you can... er... hang out like normal girls skipping school? You've hung out with people. You've gone to malls and stuff. You got this.
- [-] Actually, you might be able to use this time productively! The Clinic should be open, and for all that the magical girl who runs the place is... Okay, she's probably legitimately insane, but she's the best healer in Brockton Bay, and she sells stuff which might be useful tonight. You can grab your stash of Grief Seeds on the way.
- - [-] Bring Taylor along. It'll be fine. Absolutely and completely fine. Non-magical people have been to The Clinic before and they've only been slightly traumatized.
Sarah exists, to your continued dismay, but she might prove somewhat useful now.
[-] Ask her to help. You never know. The planets might align. Pigs might fly. Jack Slash might retire to a quiet life of raising sheep.
[-] Just tell her where you two are, what happened, and what you're doing.