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Magical Girl Home Base Quest

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Looking at the 'abandoned' train terminal, the strike team of magical girls scowled.

"They're dug in pretty good." Eowyn muttered. "I smell at least two machine guns, and there might be rockets."

"Lots of magical defense too." Trompdoy grumbled. "Feels like a… I want to say five-stage ward. I can't spoof it."
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Hey, familiar faces!
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As Calypso fiddled with the watch, the rest of the girls watched carefully. "Nothing on one, two is binding... no, that's a spooler, damnit, nothing on three, is four… four is not anchored to anything you fucking scrubs…"
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Sounds like someone did a crappy job with the wards.
7734 said:
"You sure it'll stick" Trissa asked, squinting. "Cause that ward smells nasty."
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Trissa! You're ok! Yay!!!
7734 said:
"I'm defusing this mess of a ward, now hush."
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FTFY
7734 said:
As the grayscale world held true, the pocketwatch grew hotter and hotter. It still held long enough for her to get to Trompdoy and the slowly expanding fireball that was going to eat her alive. Going into a slide, time finally broke free it's artificial chains just as Calypso's foot hit Trompdoy's legs. It wasn't enough to get her below the blast entirely, but one burned arm was better than her whole body.
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Not again!
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Turning around, everyone looked at the tracks, where Mistletoe had spoken for the first time today. Next to her, the train was slowly standing up and transforming into a giant combat mecha. As steam and smoke poured out of the stack, Mistletoe yelled.
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Ok, that's badass.
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Moments later, Mistletoe started chanting, a spear forming in her hands. It started covered in leaves, but as her work finished it condensed itself into a bolt of gray metal, rust, and glistening explosive. As she threw it, Mistletoe yelled 'Begone' at the mechanical beast, and when it struck explosions and flames jolted out. Screaming, the train-golem clawed at it's chest, but the bolt was not stopped as it exploded into burning fragments that destroyed it's volatile innards.
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That's even more badass.
KreenWarrior said:
Giant train mecha 😁
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So, uh. How OP is Mistletoe's offensive ability, now that she's got a wand to use it with? Has she slain any Norse gods recently?
 
So we finally get to see what our girls are like in the field... Also hehe. These commissions were examples of high-level equipment, and this was ours. The master artificer is us.

Interesting that Calypso used the watch to pick the wards. I guess it was described as a spell focus, and if anyone knows her esoteric BS it's Calypso.

This really toes emphasize the "tool" nature of trinkets - they can do almost anything, and allow Macguyvering of spellwork. The description of Wand vs Trinket as Sword vs Shovel seems apt - a wand is a weapon and not anything else, a Trinket is a multi-purpose tool. But it seems that Trinkets also rely more on a MG's mystic knowledge then the other forms of gear, which is something to look out for - someone with no spellwork know-how would probably only be able to use the most basic functions of the Trinket, whereas someone like Ouroboros can pull off some crazy rituals even without a focus, imagine what she could do with a high-tier trinket.
 
I'm glad we got to see a group of MGs working together. The trinket was very useful and helped Calypso save Trompdoy, but it wouldn't have let her solo the enemy base. I'd suggest making Eowyn&Trompdoy a trinket instead of a wand. That should give them access to both types of gear, and they can just exchange equipment if Eowyn would work better with a wand.
 
Robotninja said:
I'm honestly surprised nobody has tried to kidnap or just plain corrupt us yet. Or murder us if we don't take their generous offer.
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With four magic girls around at almost all times? While they've got all they're usual shit to work on? We've valuable to the local magic girls, not necessarily anyone else. These organizations are implied to be fairy large, it's likely no one's done them any serious damage yet.
 
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Week 10: To love a monster despite it's flaws.
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    • The human body was a complex thing. Thousands, millions of interlocking parts mundane and magical. The separation and connection of mind, body, and soul. A seat for animus, corpus, and mentis. Destruction and damage spread like waves in a pool, rebounding off the edges and creating places of tempest and places of calm. Now, you were going to play God, and set right what had been made wrong so long ago.

    The first day was spent setting up the theurgic table. You started with a slab of steel, and poured on the resins and carvings with as much freedom as you could spare, spending resources liberally to achieve the desired result. Should something happen to Joselyn short of flagrant disintegration, she could be kept alive and mostly stable. Everything was accounted for, no variable left unknown.

    The second day was spent on your tools. An array of means to detect the issue, plenty of surgical equipment to perform operations and move things around, and lenses magical and mundane so you would know everything about the patient. There would be no doubt about what system you'd use to fix issues, magical and mundane.

    The third day you spent in the library, studying synthesized textbooks on medicine and surgical operations. Copious notes were taken, and finally you were ready.

    Then the fourth day came around, and Calypso looked at you like you were fucking nuts.

    "You really think you can do anything like this?" she asked, glaring. "She's badly imbalanced, and your duct-tape cure isn't holding her together well enough. If you operate now, it could kill her!"

    "If I don't operate now, it'll kill her anyway." You replied, throwing open the door to Jocelyn's room.

    "There's not enough left to save!" she roared. "Look at her!"

    Bundled in an old Army blanket, Joselyn was filthy. As much as Homer and Calypso had tried to keep the room clean, they had failed. Picking her frail form up, you winced at the outline of bones through the thick wool, silently promising her a bath before you got to work. Taking her down to the laboratory and setting her- still wrapped- on the table, you went out back to make some hot buckets of water. Once that was done, you got to unwrapping, and hissed.

    Joselyn had been decaying faster than you thought. Parts of her were skeletal, while in other areas ropey muscle had been unraveling under her thin skin into messes of free floating snarl. Jaundace had colored her yellow, and as you washed her scalp black hair came off in your hands. The closed eyes were caked shut with mucas, and a pale layer of sweat and grease covered her, one you took off with humble care.

    When that was done, you got to work. Pulling out a circlet of neurodes and aetheric wire, you affixed it to Joselyn's crown to null the pain, and got to work.

    You didn't remember much of what you did as you got to work, probably for the better. There was blood, and under that was oil and ticking gears. Most of this was something you could handle, but there was an imposition. A blockade. Something stopping you, something missing that none of your artistry could recreate.

    Pebbles in a pond. As the splash hits the edges, it bounces back, forming intersections of calm and of noise separate the original wave. You had tamped down the dangerous intersections with your first cure to buy time for this, but it hadn't worked. This second treatment had started work on the waves themselves, but there was too much damage, the pool of life stirred to a froth.

    "Just… stop…" Joselyn muttered. Coming out of your fugue, blood up to your eyebrows, you blinked.

    "What?"

    "Just… stop…" she muttered. "Too much… pain."

    Pursing your lips, you looked at the guts and relays, veins entangled with lines of hydraulics and clockwork portions. Ticking, your mind saw the relays and devices, and suddenly an idea came to you.

    "I need your True Name." you said. "Because I have a plan."

    "Already… told you…"

    You smiled. "Excellent."

    Going over to the bucket with your short list of parts, you got to work. Some sack-cloth, sewn to a doll in your hands preternaturally quickly. A smear of Joselyn's blood, then her hair and hydraulic oils, and finally a washer and a broken piece of a rib strut from when that sword took it's revenge. From there, you inverted the doll, filled it with rice, and stitched it shut.

    "Joselyn Krazowstanskislaw." You muttered over the doll. Where there should have been eyes, there were two crosses of red thread that started to slowly turn the color of fresh blood; where there should have been a heart, the hard piece of iron began to throb.

    "Joselyn Krazowstanskislaw." You spoke over the doll. Scars began to cover it, stitching so fine no mortal man could duplicate it showing the history of a life so long to be but a mote in God's eye. A mouth and nose were rendered in string and stitchery.

    "Joselyn Krazowstanskislaw!" You yelled at the doll, and on the table there was a keening wail. Connection thus established, you took the doll, and placed it on a separate table, before warding it with seven small circles, a five pointed star, and a thin ring of silver.

    "All this, to take away pain." You muttered, before slicing across your wrist. As blood poured into the arcane symbols, a power flit across them, before a snap and a crackle of lighting engaged them to the table. With one final scream, Joselyn fell silent, and you pursed your lips.

    What you were doing was ambition deep enough for any of the girls to kill you if they figured out the degree of human experimentation that was underway. You could stop the pain, but it was entwined so deep in her that you would have to conduct a complete separation of mentis and anima from the corpus. Her mind and soul were still perfectly intact, it was merely the wasting away of the rest that was causing so much grief. You could fix it later, if you could just give her a will to live!

    Thus your current, last, final step. Conjoin an operational extension of the body for Joselyn's anima to acknowledge as her own, and then put the mentis in it. Then hit that new body with as much pain nullification as you could, box up the old one… and well things got kinda shaky from there. You'd figure it out later.

    "Can you hear me, Joselyn?" you asked carefully. "Did it work?"

    "On one hand, the pain has stopped." Joselyn replied, chuckling dryly. "On the other hand, it's dark, I can't hear much, and I can't move at all. I feel this is a solid six of ten improvement in my status of life."

    "Great!" you laughed. "I was worried my plan C wouldn't work!"

    "Well what did you do?"

    "I may have put you in a voodoo doll temporarily."

    "Until you fix my body, right?"

    "errrr…"

    "You have no plan to fix my body do you."

    "I plan to develop a plan to fix your body."

    "A plan to develop a plan? Christ, when did you run for politics? Next thing you're telling me it'll only take five years to revolutionize the city!"

    "Listen, I need to get up to speed on it! Most of my medical knowledge is 'put blood back in body' and 'don't move the broken bones!'"

    "Shitty Medicine Boy!"

    We both sighed for a minute. "I'll whip you up a sensory platform or something, okay?"

    "Fine." Joselyn muttered. "If you can't make one, just build a synthetic net I can run around this joint in."

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    Thursday and Friday were spent wiring the hostel for Joselyn's disembodied spirit, and Saturday was when your new moribund staffer got to meet the girls. It was breakfast, the coffee pot was dry, and the girls were arguing with sleep dreprivation from the last haul.

    "Good morning!" called out the spider-like doll that served as Joselyn's avatar.

    Two wands, several knifes, and a crumpet were all pointed at the fluffy spider.

    "Medicine Boy. What the holy sanctified Roman flying fuck is that." Mistletoe asked, wand crackling with energy.

    "I fixed Joselyn."

    "You made her into a spider."

    "It was a very drastic fix."

    The two new girls who'd shown up looked at each other very carefully, and then at you. You waved. They waved back, clearly scared.

    "Can we, er, pet it?" one of them asked.

    "Pet her." Joselyn clarified, before scuttering over to their table. "And yes."

    As the two new girls pet Jocelyn, Trompdoy sighed. "No new stuff to buy yet?"

    "Nope." You said, shrugging. "I burned out on Jocelyn."

    "tabernac." Trompdoy grumbled. "Well fine then. Still, need to tell you something's up."

    "What is it?"

    Trompdoy sighed, and put a small illusory map of the city on the table. "The Witches are packing up and moving out; we can't hit them anymore. The half-dozen hardpoints we know about are dug in to hell and back, and we know they're preparing to leave. Alchemists are doing the same."

    You squinted at the map. "We need more data, or a way to correlate it."

    "You're telling me. Knowledge is power, and we need more of it."

    Nodding, you went over to get some grits. "Anyway, who are the newfaces?"

    "Chevron and Mars. Found 'em poking around a Witch Circle, figured we could bring 'em here and introduce them."

    "Great." You muttered. "Great."

    "You are completely burned out aren't you." Trompdoy said flatly.

    "Yeah. I'm gonna go take a nap."

    It was not a short nap.

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    Votes

    Build a Tool
    [] [WORK] Trinket
    -[] Write in Level, between 1 and 3.
    [] [WORK] Wand
    -[] Write in Level, between 1 and 2.
    [] [WORK] Bomb
    -[] Write in Level, between 1 and 1.
    [] [WORK] Costume
    -[] Write in Level, between 1 and 1.
    [] [WORK] No, you want to work on your building instead
    [] [WORK] No, you want to improve your workshop instead.
    [] [WORK] No, you want to research an item instead.

     
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    • She "lives"! Yay! :confused: Well, uh, hopefully we can work on her? We have the technology, just not the million dollars. (And to think someone was worried we'd create a supervillain.)

    [X] [WORK] Trinket
    -[X] Level 3

    Let's finally get Eowyn and Trompdoy a decent wand. We've only made one Trinket despite them being super useful, and on the spreadsheet Trompdoy found a basic wand anyways. And, heck, we're really good at making Trinkets.
     
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    [X] [WORK] No, you want to improve your workshop instead
    No fires to put out right now. We even have space for the newbies to move in if they want. Let's take advantage of the time.
     
    [X] [WORK] Wand
    -[X] Level 2

    I'd like to have all our girls with at least one or two items before the prologue ends.
     
    7734 said:
    "Shitty Medicine Boy!"
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    When did she turn into Akebono?

    Well... it's something. She's around. And a spider. And happier then she's in the last few updates. So it is an improvement? Guess we need more medical facilities stuff to fix her body.

    Honestly just glad she's not dead.

    [X] [WORK] Wand
    -[X] Level 2

    Trompdoy is getting impatient, and she does need stuff. I'd really rather upgrade the workshop, but she's been waiting a while. Here's hoping next update we can work on it, or the building.
     
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