Spectral Waltz
Scatterbrained Writer
- Location
- Walking the Endless Corridors
Iiiiiiiit's BACK!
Magical Girl Quest - The Fire That Burns
- Thread starter Rukia
- Start date
- Original
Iiiiiiiit's BACK!
INTERLUDE, THE GUN II
- Location
- England
You sigh, reluctantly shifting your weapon to the side and lining up a shot just below the curved horns.
(Burning Rain: +2500 Base Damage, +1000 Ordnance = 3500 Total Damage
Fieldmaster: +80 Base Resilience, +7200 Fieldmaster: Leech, +10 Magic Modifier = 8010 Total Reduction
Fieldmaster Health: 7500 - 0 = 7500)
You hear the pilot curse as the recoil shunts the helicopter to the side, clicking your tongue when you see your shot plough the demon into the ground, where he promptly sits up and brushes the dirt off like nothing. That's new. The other demon is almost at your squad and you bite your lip, your visor bleeping at you incessantly as you swap modes and depress the trigger fully.
The pilot has a brief moment to act when he hears the motors in your gun spin before you open fire, throwing the helicopter to the left as the world is smothered under the sheer noise and power of your weapon.
(Eye of The Storm: +1400 Base Damage, +272 Magic Modifier, +280 Full Auto, +280 Full Auto, +280 Full Auto, +280 Full Auto, +280 Full Auto, +280 Full Auto, +280 Full Auto, +280 Full Auto, +280 Full Auto, +280 Full Auto, +280 Full Auto, +280 Full Auto, +280 Full Auto, +280 Full Auto, +280 Full Auto, +1400 Ray = 7272 Total Damage
Eye of The Storm: +1400 Base Damage, +272 Magic Modifier, +280 Full Auto, +280 Full Auto, +280 Full Auto, +280 Full Auto, +280 Full Auto, +280 Full Auto, +280 Full Auto, +280 Full Auto, +280 Full Auto, +280 Full Auto, +280 Full Auto, +280 Full Auto, +280 Full Auto, +280 Full Auto, +280 Full Auto, +1400 Ray = 7272 Total Damage
7272 + 7272 = 14,544 Unified Damage
Fieldmaster: +80 Base Resilience, +7920 Fieldmaster: Leech, +5Magic Modifier = 8005 Total Reduction
14,544 - 8005 = 6539 Final End Damage
Fieldmaster Health: 7500 - 6539 = 961)
Every single shot lands, gently guiding your baby to drill it into the ground, the next five seconds of fire are complete overkill compared to your normal bursts. You suddenly stop, nearly falling forwards out of your ride where you were compensating to hold your weapon steady. The pilot yanks the stick back to the right, the frame letting out a loud shriek before as it settles still again. Tch. You spin the ammo drum, rounds reappearing as your fingers pass. At least that's one dealt wi-
A horrible cry sounds from below before you can finish reloading, the charging leader pulling itself over the lip of the crater you'd left it in, quickly rolling out of sight as the ocean of demons converge over it. Still alive? You blink, marking it on your hud as it tries to hide, a second later you lose sight of it as one of your teammates unload his grenade launcher onto it, the mixed payload of frag and white phosphorous clearing a spot in the horde. Done and done.
You feel your weapon click as the drum fills, quickly marking the five other leaders you can see tearing towards your team at top speed. This isn't going to work, they are much much stronger than any normal demons. Ian evidently agrees, the signal for retreat flashing brightly onto your visor, the squad quickly grouping up as you cover them. That's one to watch. The first leader you'd attacked was hiding behind some massive monstrosity, eye peering at you from the distance.
A loud whump of displaced air signals your next job, throwing the mass of metal lines out the side as your team jets upwards, the last of the magic things you had on hand crumbling to pieces as they frantically grab the lines. "Go!" You bang the door between the compartments, the pilot eagerly pulling up and away from the roiling mass below you. The first guy up the line grabs the mounted grenade launcher and starts spraying downwards, faltering for a moment as you see a spear punch into the shoulder of the newbie, tearing him from his line.
Sorry. You can see him reach for his grenades and shift your fire, clearing the area enough that you can record his final moments on your visor, his polarised helmet staring straight as you as he pulls his suicide pack. At least someone will remember you. You blink when he explodes, turning off the recording and letting your weapon spool down, the last few climbing into the helicopter as the doors slide shut.
The sounds from outside are muted, the occasional ping as something -probably a thrown weapon- bounces off the makeshift armour, but otherwise the compartment is filled with the sounds of breathing. "That went well." Ian nods, the rest of the squad just huffing a little bit harder. "You think the bomb will go off?" It was kind of a 50/50 with these things, it really depended on whether a demon decided to gnaw on it or not.
"Probably." Not that you would ever tell command about the little presents you'd been leaving, seeing that they were basically kludged together by yours truly, who has absolutely no training with explosives. You hum, pressing a little button in your pocket and listening, slumping with a sigh when you hear nothing. "Guess not." That's why you like Ian, he doesn't mind when you experiment a little, the last guy had been such a stickler for rules. Try to make me give my baby up to the armourer will you?
"Doesn't matter now, we're off duty for the rest of the day." One of the not-quite-rookies says as he stretches his legs, resting his hands behind his head. "I have a date with a hoooot girl tonight."
You raise your eyebrow, quickly flicking through the notes on your visor as you remember something. Ah. "A date with your right hand?" You spin the image you'd taken of his porn stash, letting the rest of the compartment take a good look at it. Muffled laughter fills the space, not-quite-rookie shrinking in his seat as his lie is exposed, you can clearly read his regret at opening his mouth. You blink, sorting the picture of his embarrassment into the right folder.
"Besides, unlike you, I'm not free yet." You still have another two flights like this to make, if you were lucky, you might even get the chance to have a warm bath tonight. Mm. "They fix the heating yet?" A round of shakes.
"Last I heard, they're still pulling bits of demon out of the transformer."
You sigh dropping your head against the wall with a thud. "Fucking demons." A grumbling agreement sounds from everyone's lips as you close your eyes.
(Burning Rain: +2500 Base Damage, +1000 Ordnance = 3500 Total Damage
Fieldmaster: +80 Base Resilience, +7200 Fieldmaster: Leech, +10 Magic Modifier = 8010 Total Reduction
Fieldmaster Health: 7500 - 0 = 7500)
You hear the pilot curse as the recoil shunts the helicopter to the side, clicking your tongue when you see your shot plough the demon into the ground, where he promptly sits up and brushes the dirt off like nothing. That's new. The other demon is almost at your squad and you bite your lip, your visor bleeping at you incessantly as you swap modes and depress the trigger fully.
The pilot has a brief moment to act when he hears the motors in your gun spin before you open fire, throwing the helicopter to the left as the world is smothered under the sheer noise and power of your weapon.
(Eye of The Storm: +1400 Base Damage, +272 Magic Modifier, +280 Full Auto, +280 Full Auto, +280 Full Auto, +280 Full Auto, +280 Full Auto, +280 Full Auto, +280 Full Auto, +280 Full Auto, +280 Full Auto, +280 Full Auto, +280 Full Auto, +280 Full Auto, +280 Full Auto, +280 Full Auto, +280 Full Auto, +1400 Ray = 7272 Total Damage
Eye of The Storm: +1400 Base Damage, +272 Magic Modifier, +280 Full Auto, +280 Full Auto, +280 Full Auto, +280 Full Auto, +280 Full Auto, +280 Full Auto, +280 Full Auto, +280 Full Auto, +280 Full Auto, +280 Full Auto, +280 Full Auto, +280 Full Auto, +280 Full Auto, +280 Full Auto, +280 Full Auto, +1400 Ray = 7272 Total Damage
7272 + 7272 = 14,544 Unified Damage
Fieldmaster: +80 Base Resilience, +7920 Fieldmaster: Leech, +5Magic Modifier = 8005 Total Reduction
14,544 - 8005 = 6539 Final End Damage
Fieldmaster Health: 7500 - 6539 = 961)
Every single shot lands, gently guiding your baby to drill it into the ground, the next five seconds of fire are complete overkill compared to your normal bursts. You suddenly stop, nearly falling forwards out of your ride where you were compensating to hold your weapon steady. The pilot yanks the stick back to the right, the frame letting out a loud shriek before as it settles still again. Tch. You spin the ammo drum, rounds reappearing as your fingers pass. At least that's one dealt wi-
A horrible cry sounds from below before you can finish reloading, the charging leader pulling itself over the lip of the crater you'd left it in, quickly rolling out of sight as the ocean of demons converge over it. Still alive? You blink, marking it on your hud as it tries to hide, a second later you lose sight of it as one of your teammates unload his grenade launcher onto it, the mixed payload of frag and white phosphorous clearing a spot in the horde. Done and done.
You feel your weapon click as the drum fills, quickly marking the five other leaders you can see tearing towards your team at top speed. This isn't going to work, they are much much stronger than any normal demons. Ian evidently agrees, the signal for retreat flashing brightly onto your visor, the squad quickly grouping up as you cover them. That's one to watch. The first leader you'd attacked was hiding behind some massive monstrosity, eye peering at you from the distance.
A loud whump of displaced air signals your next job, throwing the mass of metal lines out the side as your team jets upwards, the last of the magic things you had on hand crumbling to pieces as they frantically grab the lines. "Go!" You bang the door between the compartments, the pilot eagerly pulling up and away from the roiling mass below you. The first guy up the line grabs the mounted grenade launcher and starts spraying downwards, faltering for a moment as you see a spear punch into the shoulder of the newbie, tearing him from his line.
Sorry. You can see him reach for his grenades and shift your fire, clearing the area enough that you can record his final moments on your visor, his polarised helmet staring straight as you as he pulls his suicide pack. At least someone will remember you. You blink when he explodes, turning off the recording and letting your weapon spool down, the last few climbing into the helicopter as the doors slide shut.
The sounds from outside are muted, the occasional ping as something -probably a thrown weapon- bounces off the makeshift armour, but otherwise the compartment is filled with the sounds of breathing. "That went well." Ian nods, the rest of the squad just huffing a little bit harder. "You think the bomb will go off?" It was kind of a 50/50 with these things, it really depended on whether a demon decided to gnaw on it or not.
"Probably." Not that you would ever tell command about the little presents you'd been leaving, seeing that they were basically kludged together by yours truly, who has absolutely no training with explosives. You hum, pressing a little button in your pocket and listening, slumping with a sigh when you hear nothing. "Guess not." That's why you like Ian, he doesn't mind when you experiment a little, the last guy had been such a stickler for rules. Try to make me give my baby up to the armourer will you?
"Doesn't matter now, we're off duty for the rest of the day." One of the not-quite-rookies says as he stretches his legs, resting his hands behind his head. "I have a date with a hoooot girl tonight."
You raise your eyebrow, quickly flicking through the notes on your visor as you remember something. Ah. "A date with your right hand?" You spin the image you'd taken of his porn stash, letting the rest of the compartment take a good look at it. Muffled laughter fills the space, not-quite-rookie shrinking in his seat as his lie is exposed, you can clearly read his regret at opening his mouth. You blink, sorting the picture of his embarrassment into the right folder.
"Besides, unlike you, I'm not free yet." You still have another two flights like this to make, if you were lucky, you might even get the chance to have a warm bath tonight. Mm. "They fix the heating yet?" A round of shakes.
"Last I heard, they're still pulling bits of demon out of the transformer."
You sigh dropping your head against the wall with a thud. "Fucking demons." A grumbling agreement sounds from everyone's lips as you close your eyes.
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Spectral Waltz
Scatterbrained Writer
- Location
- Walking the Endless Corridors
So... We're in the middle of a side story bit right?
Bleah, I should go re-read the last dozen odd updates. Get refreshed on what's going on
Bleah, I should go re-read the last dozen odd updates. Get refreshed on what's going on
- Location
- Earth
Yup. That was it for the second out of three interludes.
INTERLUDE, THE CONQUEROR
- Location
- England
China, Beijing, Wei Jiang
You hide a flinch as you feel the earth shake, gritting your teeth as you plant your spear, the building next to you sounding out with a screeching of steel and concrete. You hold your breath as it drops on you, waiting long enough for the debris to settle before unleashing a swarm of orbs, the little spheres of dark energy pulverising the rubble holding you down.
Something smacks into your chest, blowing the smoke away in a burst of flames as you lift your weapon, taking the brief moment of privacy to shake your head and bounce on your feet. I'm good, I'm good, I'm fine. You step forwards as the last of the smoke is blown away from you, ignoring the stream of bullets that immediately homes in on you from every direction.
You give them a few seconds longer to keep firing, blinking as you feel a shot from the tank shatter against your chest. It almost pushes you back a step, which would be bad for your image of an untouchable goddess. Okay, you can do this. You clear your throat and grip your spear, feeling the shadows grow behind you as you speak.
"Lay down your weapons and you will be spared!" The battlefield shakes very slightly from your magically enhanced voice and you can hear it echoing back to you over and over. The gunfire peters off for a moment and you seize the moment, the shadows behind you growing as you start walking towards where you guess the commander is, an electronic whisper in your ear guiding you a few degrees to the left as you approach a grim faced man. You don't give him a moment longer to think, putting on your best 'I'm judging your worth stare' and speaking. "It's good to see that some still retain their senses."
He grimaces further as you continue staring, finally identifying the patch he has on his uniform. Oh... A cracked skull stares at you, backed by a mountain of corpses, blood flowing down from it and out of the cracked skull. Your face twists in disgust and you speak before thinking. "Mercy is a gift given only to humans." He lifts his gun and you smash it out of his hands, the other driving your spear through his chest. waitwhat "Monsters like you have no place in my world."
His men react quickly, scattering into the rubble and continuing their useless attacks. You send a wave of dragon orbs after them, spinning on the spot and throwing the copy of your spear that appears in your hand, forcing your face to stay impassive as it cuts through the shell flying at you and neatly slices the barrel of the tank in two. WHY DOES THIS ALWAYS HAPPEN?!? A silent whisper sounds from your earpiece, your orbs had killed all of the monsters that were here, the last remaining one was the tank before you.
You let your weapon lower, the shadows at your back fading as you let your face drop, your breathing growing strained. I'm fine, everything went fine, I'm fine. You manage to bring your breathing back under control as you hear the sound of metal scraping. Looking up, you see a stone faced man aiming at you from the hatch of the tank. You react without thinking about it, dashing forwards a dozen metres in a second and splitting it in half lengthwise, the air shrieking as you skid to a stop.
You feel your strength leave you as the tank bursts into flames, turning away as you try to ignore the screams coming from inside as they burn alive. "Anything else?" I'm fine, everything is fine.
A few seconds later your advisor speaks through your earpiece again. "Nothing that you would need to do, besides, people might start to doubt your offer of peace if you take to the field too often." Your lips pull thin at that, but he knows you well enough to continue. "They are monsters completely undeserving of your mercy, but every surrender that you refuse will just prolong the war. We didn't spend weeks getting the justice system running for nothing, you know?"
You drop to sit on a bit of what used to be a school of some kind. "You're right, of course." The sight that comes is a bit shaky, but you don't have to hide your cowardice here. "I just wish... that they would understand. We don't need to fight like this." The words that go unspoken. I don't want to be this. But your brother always understood, dropping his -your- work at the slightest sign you needed him.
"You're doing better." It's true, but you don't want to be better at this. An untouchable goddess, the heir to the Mantle of Heaven. You feel your breathing flutter at the thought and shake your head, quietly giggling to yourself as you think about the truth of things. I'm as strong as a kitten on my own.
Your brother lets you have your moment, chiming in a few minutes after you hear it coming. "Your ride is here, why don't I put the bath on, I think the southern cities want to hold court later." You grit your teeth and force your breathing steady at the thought.
"Please." Neither of you talk as the helicopter lands nearby, you're surrounded by your personal guard half way there, falling in around you perfectly. "Take care of yourself first." He makes a noise of agreement, but you know he's still going to make sure your bath is perfect before he starts on taking care of himself. Like he always does, stupid brother. You relax back into the seat made just for you, sized to fit your armour perfectly, it even has a rest for your spear. Though, I guess there are some benefits to being a goddess...
You hide a flinch as you feel the earth shake, gritting your teeth as you plant your spear, the building next to you sounding out with a screeching of steel and concrete. You hold your breath as it drops on you, waiting long enough for the debris to settle before unleashing a swarm of orbs, the little spheres of dark energy pulverising the rubble holding you down.
Something smacks into your chest, blowing the smoke away in a burst of flames as you lift your weapon, taking the brief moment of privacy to shake your head and bounce on your feet. I'm good, I'm good, I'm fine. You step forwards as the last of the smoke is blown away from you, ignoring the stream of bullets that immediately homes in on you from every direction.
You give them a few seconds longer to keep firing, blinking as you feel a shot from the tank shatter against your chest. It almost pushes you back a step, which would be bad for your image of an untouchable goddess. Okay, you can do this. You clear your throat and grip your spear, feeling the shadows grow behind you as you speak.
"Lay down your weapons and you will be spared!" The battlefield shakes very slightly from your magically enhanced voice and you can hear it echoing back to you over and over. The gunfire peters off for a moment and you seize the moment, the shadows behind you growing as you start walking towards where you guess the commander is, an electronic whisper in your ear guiding you a few degrees to the left as you approach a grim faced man. You don't give him a moment longer to think, putting on your best 'I'm judging your worth stare' and speaking. "It's good to see that some still retain their senses."
He grimaces further as you continue staring, finally identifying the patch he has on his uniform. Oh... A cracked skull stares at you, backed by a mountain of corpses, blood flowing down from it and out of the cracked skull. Your face twists in disgust and you speak before thinking. "Mercy is a gift given only to humans." He lifts his gun and you smash it out of his hands, the other driving your spear through his chest. waitwhat "Monsters like you have no place in my world."
His men react quickly, scattering into the rubble and continuing their useless attacks. You send a wave of dragon orbs after them, spinning on the spot and throwing the copy of your spear that appears in your hand, forcing your face to stay impassive as it cuts through the shell flying at you and neatly slices the barrel of the tank in two. WHY DOES THIS ALWAYS HAPPEN?!? A silent whisper sounds from your earpiece, your orbs had killed all of the monsters that were here, the last remaining one was the tank before you.
You let your weapon lower, the shadows at your back fading as you let your face drop, your breathing growing strained. I'm fine, everything went fine, I'm fine. You manage to bring your breathing back under control as you hear the sound of metal scraping. Looking up, you see a stone faced man aiming at you from the hatch of the tank. You react without thinking about it, dashing forwards a dozen metres in a second and splitting it in half lengthwise, the air shrieking as you skid to a stop.
You feel your strength leave you as the tank bursts into flames, turning away as you try to ignore the screams coming from inside as they burn alive. "Anything else?" I'm fine, everything is fine.
A few seconds later your advisor speaks through your earpiece again. "Nothing that you would need to do, besides, people might start to doubt your offer of peace if you take to the field too often." Your lips pull thin at that, but he knows you well enough to continue. "They are monsters completely undeserving of your mercy, but every surrender that you refuse will just prolong the war. We didn't spend weeks getting the justice system running for nothing, you know?"
You drop to sit on a bit of what used to be a school of some kind. "You're right, of course." The sight that comes is a bit shaky, but you don't have to hide your cowardice here. "I just wish... that they would understand. We don't need to fight like this." The words that go unspoken. I don't want to be this. But your brother always understood, dropping his -your- work at the slightest sign you needed him.
"You're doing better." It's true, but you don't want to be better at this. An untouchable goddess, the heir to the Mantle of Heaven. You feel your breathing flutter at the thought and shake your head, quietly giggling to yourself as you think about the truth of things. I'm as strong as a kitten on my own.
Your brother lets you have your moment, chiming in a few minutes after you hear it coming. "Your ride is here, why don't I put the bath on, I think the southern cities want to hold court later." You grit your teeth and force your breathing steady at the thought.
"Please." Neither of you talk as the helicopter lands nearby, you're surrounded by your personal guard half way there, falling in around you perfectly. "Take care of yourself first." He makes a noise of agreement, but you know he's still going to make sure your bath is perfect before he starts on taking care of himself. Like he always does, stupid brother. You relax back into the seat made just for you, sized to fit your armour perfectly, it even has a rest for your spear. Though, I guess there are some benefits to being a goddess...
- Location
- Earth
a lot of hatred going around here.
and she is somewhat rash.
hm... is she faking being a MG? getting powered up by someone else?
- Location
- Earth
She is an MG.
- Location
- Earth
well, MGs are stronger than (most) kittens.
quite a lot weaker than gods though. most MGs at least.
- Location
- Earth
I am now tempted to create Gaia's Hyper Evolved Kitten... but that would be silly.
- Location
- Elsewhere
- Location
- Earth
Give me a bit.
- Location
- A Computer
So I was thinking about the beginning of this quest recently and was wondering what would have happened if [] Lay there and bleed won. Would the quest ended, had a different protagonist, or would someone else found Cerys laying there bleeding out? I'm just wondering why that was an option in the first place.
- Location
- England
The military would have scooped you up.
Either that or Una would be the protagonist, it was a 50/50.
- Location
- Ekaterinburg, Russia
I have to say it's not actually mutually exclusive. We may or may not have had adventures of Una in search of Cerys, spirited away by black ops unknown...
Assuming the military would have scooped Cerys up alive, AND she'd have been still the protagonist, what would have happened to Una? Picked up promptly, or missing-until-we-launch-a-recovery-mission (with the logical harm to her psyche from apparently losing/being abandoned by her older sister)?
- Location
- England
The latter, but with more her believing that you would come back to her. Which you do.
MOVING OUT
- Location
- England
Gaia is waiting for you when you come downstairs, a small pile of papers sitting on the table next to her. You stop next to her, looking down at a map of the globe, sectioned off by coloured lines. Next to it a few stacks of papers sit, a face looking up at you from the topmost one. [You've grown enough that I don't need to keep sheltering you here.] She turns to lean back against the table, the oddly familiar movement making you blink. [And you clearly don't appreciate my guidance, so it's time for you to move on. For now...]
You follow her eyes down to the map, finding a hastily scribbled legend in the corner.
[Pick a spot and off you go.] She tilts her head towards the pile of papers. [Something to help you get started.] You pick up the paper on the top, looking over the sheet. It's pretty sparse, most of the page taken up by the picture of her face. Name, date of birth... alias? You hum at Gaia. [Pick two, I'll move them, co-operation is up to you.]
You look down at the sheet, blinking a few times as your brain warms up and notices the empty room. "Someone else would usually be awake by now."
She shrugs at the statement. [What good is a leader that can't make choices on their own?]
You rub your face, a quick shot of freezing cold to jolt you awake properly as you speak. "You couldn't have waited for breakfast?" She shrugs and you sigh before shaking your head. "I can't make this choice without them here, it affects them just as much as me." She grumbles quietly. [Fine, go wake them up.] You feel her gaze on you as you climb the stairs and turn left, quietly entering your room. You gently rock Una to the side and flinch backwards as she explodes out of bed, running out of the room and bouncing off of the opposite wall.
Deciding not to think about it too hard, you gently knock on the other pair of sisters room, the door quickly swinging open signalling that they were probably awake the entire time. "We'll be down in a minute, don't burn the food." Daiyu pokes her head around the door before her sister closes it and they start talking in Chinese. Alright then. You head back downstairs to wake Sabina, only remembering her absence when you stop next to the sofa. Wait... You frown, extending your sense for just a second before you find her.
"What are you doing out here." She jumps a little as you suddenly swing the door open, nearly falling from where she had been leaning against it.
"She asked me to stay out of the way?"
You sigh, pulling her back into the house by her hand and leaving her by the table. She doesn't resist the tug, watching you from the spot as you move in search of your sister, Daiyu and Cuifen passing you on the way up, your sister sitting on your partners shoulders. "I'm not going to ask." She shrugs, your sister giggling as she bounces. You turn and follow them down, shepherding them towards the table. A round of questioning looks find you as you lean against the table.
"Gaia is making us move out." You tilt your head towards the map. "We have to pick where we'll be going." You give them a second to process. "Then we need to pick two new magical girls she's going to move with us." Eyebrows raise around. "As far as I am aware..." You look at the planet in question. "This is required?" She nods and you turn back to them. "Thoughts?"
Sabina immediately starts off. "With you." Then turns to look at the dossiers, an intense look on her face as she does so. Your sister leans forwards over Daiyu's head and hums. "With you! But... England would be nice."
You sigh. "We can't go back there." She shrinks in on herself a little and falls silent, staring at the map. Cuifen steps next to you, looking down at the right side of the massive map.
"China is one of the few places completely untouched by either side." Her sister nods, you can guess where her opinion lies. "I haven't heard much of the war at home, only that it's basically over now." You look down at the map and hum. It really was one of the few places almost completely untouched by either side.
"Useless." You look over at Sabina as she puts the paper down. "It's just a name and a title." She lifts the one on the top. "Nothing else."
Your sister perks up a little as she leans in. "So pretty..." Your eyebrows raise as you take a closer look, immediately noticing her nearly see-through skirt. Bad influence. You quickly put the paper back down, fishing out the one beneath it.
At least this girl is decent, though now you're thinking about exactly how Gaia got these images... [I can show you~] Don't.
This is a plan vote.
[] Country Choice
-[] Default: China
-[] Write-in
[] Cerys Goal
-[] Default: Leave us alone
-[] Write-in
[] Faction Name
-[] Default: Yggdrasil Una: Let me pick! Let me pick!
-[] Write-in
[] Choose two Magical Girls to 'recruit' with Gaia's aid
-[] The Healer
-[] The Builder
-[] The Transporter
-[] The Informant
-[] The Wildcard
You follow her eyes down to the map, finding a hastily scribbled legend in the corner.
[Pick a spot and off you go.] She tilts her head towards the pile of papers. [Something to help you get started.] You pick up the paper on the top, looking over the sheet. It's pretty sparse, most of the page taken up by the picture of her face. Name, date of birth... alias? You hum at Gaia. [Pick two, I'll move them, co-operation is up to you.]
You look down at the sheet, blinking a few times as your brain warms up and notices the empty room. "Someone else would usually be awake by now."
She shrugs at the statement. [What good is a leader that can't make choices on their own?]
You rub your face, a quick shot of freezing cold to jolt you awake properly as you speak. "You couldn't have waited for breakfast?" She shrugs and you sigh before shaking your head. "I can't make this choice without them here, it affects them just as much as me." She grumbles quietly. [Fine, go wake them up.] You feel her gaze on you as you climb the stairs and turn left, quietly entering your room. You gently rock Una to the side and flinch backwards as she explodes out of bed, running out of the room and bouncing off of the opposite wall.
Deciding not to think about it too hard, you gently knock on the other pair of sisters room, the door quickly swinging open signalling that they were probably awake the entire time. "We'll be down in a minute, don't burn the food." Daiyu pokes her head around the door before her sister closes it and they start talking in Chinese. Alright then. You head back downstairs to wake Sabina, only remembering her absence when you stop next to the sofa. Wait... You frown, extending your sense for just a second before you find her.
"What are you doing out here." She jumps a little as you suddenly swing the door open, nearly falling from where she had been leaning against it.
"She asked me to stay out of the way?"
You sigh, pulling her back into the house by her hand and leaving her by the table. She doesn't resist the tug, watching you from the spot as you move in search of your sister, Daiyu and Cuifen passing you on the way up, your sister sitting on your partners shoulders. "I'm not going to ask." She shrugs, your sister giggling as she bounces. You turn and follow them down, shepherding them towards the table. A round of questioning looks find you as you lean against the table.
"Gaia is making us move out." You tilt your head towards the map. "We have to pick where we'll be going." You give them a second to process. "Then we need to pick two new magical girls she's going to move with us." Eyebrows raise around. "As far as I am aware..." You look at the planet in question. "This is required?" She nods and you turn back to them. "Thoughts?"
Sabina immediately starts off. "With you." Then turns to look at the dossiers, an intense look on her face as she does so. Your sister leans forwards over Daiyu's head and hums. "With you! But... England would be nice."
You sigh. "We can't go back there." She shrinks in on herself a little and falls silent, staring at the map. Cuifen steps next to you, looking down at the right side of the massive map.
"China is one of the few places completely untouched by either side." Her sister nods, you can guess where her opinion lies. "I haven't heard much of the war at home, only that it's basically over now." You look down at the map and hum. It really was one of the few places almost completely untouched by either side.
"Useless." You look over at Sabina as she puts the paper down. "It's just a name and a title." She lifts the one on the top. "Nothing else."
Your sister perks up a little as she leans in. "So pretty..." Your eyebrows raise as you take a closer look, immediately noticing her nearly see-through skirt. Bad influence. You quickly put the paper back down, fishing out the one beneath it.
At least this girl is decent, though now you're thinking about exactly how Gaia got these images... [I can show you~] Don't.
This is a plan vote.
[] Country Choice
-[] Default: China
-[] Write-in
[] Cerys Goal
-[] Default: Leave us alone
-[] Write-in
[] Faction Name
-[] Default: Yggdrasil Una: Let me pick! Let me pick!
-[] Write-in
[] Choose two Magical Girls to 'recruit' with Gaia's aid
-[] The Healer
-[] The Builder
-[] The Transporter
-[] The Informant
-[] The Wildcard
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- Location
- The Garden
Well the chance of having neither side close to us is tempting but there's still forest bro in north America and as far as I can remember the Counter Force was just "Please don't fight against us" so neutrality shouldn't be an immediate issue.
[] Cerys Goal
-[] Default: Leave us alone
I am A ok with that.
For mg's I went back at the shorts and checked if some were in them. Sarah Meadows is the healer so just plucking her away from her friends is probably a bad idea.
EDIT: Correction we get all three but cooperation might be difficult.
The Builder sounds like someone that can set up infrastructure so less reliance on outside influence possibly? What we have are already murder machines plus a tank so picking people that might be more utilitarian is good in the long run like transporter.
I imagine something like this.
[] Country Choice
-[] America or China
[] Cerys Goal
-[] Default: Leave us alone
[] Faction Name
-[] let Una pick.
Look at the invisible text next to Yggdrasil.
[] Choose two Magical Girls to 'recruit' with Gaia's aid
-[] The Builder
-[] The Transporter
[X] Plan: Back to your Roots
-[X] Country: America, Specifially that one forest
-[X] Goal: A shelter from war. A place you can protect. Maybe even a safe haven for others as well.
--[X] Secondary goal: Intel and Friendship.
-[X] Faction Name: Let everyone suggest one, then decide.
-[x] The informant
-[x] The Transporter
[] Cerys Goal
-[] Default: Leave us alone
I am A ok with that.
For mg's I went back at the shorts and checked if some were in them. Sarah Meadows is the healer so just plucking her away from her friends is probably a bad idea.
EDIT: Correction we get all three but cooperation might be difficult.
The Builder sounds like someone that can set up infrastructure so less reliance on outside influence possibly? What we have are already murder machines plus a tank so picking people that might be more utilitarian is good in the long run like transporter.
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I imagine something like this.
[] Country Choice
-[] America or China
[] Cerys Goal
-[] Default: Leave us alone
[] Faction Name
-[] let Una pick.
Look at the invisible text next to Yggdrasil.
[] Choose two Magical Girls to 'recruit' with Gaia's aid
-[] The Builder
-[] The Transporter
[X] Plan: Back to your Roots
-[X] Country: America, Specifially that one forest
-[X] Goal: A shelter from war. A place you can protect. Maybe even a safe haven for others as well.
--[X] Secondary goal: Intel and Friendship.
-[X] Faction Name: Let everyone suggest one, then decide.
-[x] The informant
-[x] The Transporter
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- Location
- Earth
This is not going to happen.
Would love to go to New Zealand and Australia, see what you can world build over there.
Pity we can't go back to England.
[] Cerys Goal
-[] Intel and friendship.
I'm on the fence about Default: Leave us alone, perhaps we be more anti demon than attacking the two main factions, glad we're not killing poor humans and other magical girls hopefully.
More focusing on understanding on what's going on in the world and making friends even from the main factions should be the main goal since we're out of Gaia's service.
-[] The Transporter
-[] The Informant
[] Faction Name
-[] Valhalla?
Pity we can't go back to England.
[] Cerys Goal
-[] Intel and friendship.
I'm on the fence about Default: Leave us alone, perhaps we be more anti demon than attacking the two main factions, glad we're not killing poor humans and other magical girls hopefully.
More focusing on understanding on what's going on in the world and making friends even from the main factions should be the main goal since we're out of Gaia's service.
-[] The Transporter
-[] The Informant
[] Faction Name
-[] Valhalla?
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This is a poor choice, Una. It has a tendency to be picked by things that are crazy.