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This just in: Mitakihara's crime, accident, and suicide rates all plummet to an all-time low! Experts are baffled at the sudden upswing of peace and tranquility, but all are welcoming this change with open arms! And now, over to Flay with a stunning night of sports as the good vibes seemed to affect even . . .
The television flicks off, and all heads in the room -- even a bucketed one -- turn to one person.
"Sabrina?" One Tomoe Mami asked, her expression warring between pride, admiration, and mild horror, "What did you do?!"
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Sure, but not only is that putting it off "later" again, some witches are not happy to be studied, like Gwen who we deemed too dangerous to inspect.
That said, I can see where SWB is coming from - we're not including Homura/Mami enough in our science. Clearly, more
Under the Radar pt. 19
You stare aimlessly at the elaborate fractal edges of the Barrier entrance as you mentally debate the pros and cons of doing some experiments here and now, working through a quick outline to try and determine the difference between time inside and outside a Barrier and an extensive dissection of a Familiar and...
"Yeah, let's go," you say, shaking your head to clear away the gathered wool. You'll have enough time later, you figure. You can always find another Witch, even, it's not like Mitakihara doesn't have enough of them. And you think you know what the Barrier's structure is, so you can try that too - later.
Weeeeell, you have a little time, right now.
"Um," you say, as Mami and Homura line up behind you, ready to enter the Barrier. "Actually, one thing?"
"What is it, Sabrina?" Mami asks.
"I'd like to try something with a Familiar," you say, turning around to face your two friends. "Since, you know, they're made of Grief, and I control Grief, so I figure there might be something there?"
Mami smiles at you. "That sounds like it might be interesting."
Homura tilts her head very slightly to the side, and nods slowly. "It might," she allows, a hint of interest entering her voice.
"So, yeah," you say, smiling at their agreement. "And, well, after I'm done with that... you know, if there's anything you ever wanted to try, but couldn't, maybe we could try it now?" You wave a hand at yourself. "I'm here, so cost, well," you smirk depreciatingly, "-and there's three of us to watch each other's backs if we need to. So... I'm thinking, if there's anything that was too big, too impractical..." You let your smile widen into a full grin.
Mami's eyes brighten a little, her back straightening. "That's a great idea, Sabrina," she says, giving you a warm, delighted smile.
Homura nods again.
"OK then!" you say, and turn back to the glowing slit in reality. You suck in a deep breath and step forward.
The second thing that hits you like a wet slap to the face is the overpoweringly... earthy smell, rotting meat and dung and something sickeningly sulphurous, like a million rotting eggs. The first is the repulsive, nauseating sensation of a Witch's Grief, all around you.
"Ugh," you comment, looking around at the landscape. Rickety old wood decking, crusted with a gummy, dried layer of disturbingly organic looking gunk, creaks under your booted feet.
Mami's nose is wrinkled in a genteel displeasure, and even Homura looks faintly unhappy with the smell, looking around the surroundings of the Barrier with an tiny scowl on her face.
"Buk."
You look in the other direction, to find what looks like a perfectly normal chicken peering at you. Perfectly normal, apart from the fact that it comes up to your waist. It's standing near a low wall, one made of the same rickety wood as the floor.
"Buk," the Familiar announces decisively, turning away to peck at the wall behind it.
"Umm, Sabrina?" Mami asks.
"Right, right," you say. It seems like the Familiars of this Witch aren't hostile - then again, most aren't, until you attack. "Watch my back?"
"Of course," Mami says. Homura just bobs her head in quick acknowledgement, a heavy pistol appearing in her hand with a sharp click. Mami, not to be outdone, removes her beret and waves it over the floor in front of her, muskets sliding out to thump against the floor, balancing on their muzzles in stark defiance of gravity.
Marbles drift out of your bag, twirling into concentric, spinning orbits around you - a defensive perimeter of your own, just in case. You start forward, trotting towards the chicken Familiar with your arms outstretched.
"Um... here, chicken chicken chicken?" you say, feeling more than a tad ridiculous. You reach out with your senses, examining the Familiar closely. It contains...
You frown to yourself.
There's something that might be a Witch's core, albeit one so minute, so fractional that it's nearly imperceptible. It'd... be fair to say that this is a nascent Witch, which, well, it is. It feels... incomplete, incredibly so, something essential to it missing.
"Sabrina?" Mami calls, a hint of concern in her voice. You'd been standing still, staring at the Familiar which is in turn still pecking away at the wall, sharp beak tearing out splinters of wood from the wall.
"Yeah, one last thing!" you say. You take a deep breath and reach out with metaphorical fingers, steeling yourself to try and grab that core. You pause for a moment- and slam your will down. Mine.
Pain.
Pain, raw and jagged, rips into your mind in a flood of white-hot agony, pounding upon you in a tremendous, sledgehammer blow. Your back arches, your breath driven from your lungs in a single, harsh scream. The searing attention of something vast upon you.
Distant screams.
You're on your knees.
You utter failure.
Did you really think so highly of yourself?
Do you hear that?
That's Mami, screaming your name. Shaking you.
You reduced her to this.
She would have been better dead than stuck to your side.
You break everything you touch. Everyone you touch.
You bend them to your will because you know better.
Put her in a gilded cage, where she'll be safe.
Because you want to protect her.
These are not your thoughts.
You snarl, calling your powers to yourself.
And you scream with what little breath is in your lungs, a thin, thready sound.
Grief from your Gem.
It pours out, a syrupy, rippling torrent that floods into the air and instantly crystallizes into razor shards you spin around you and the two human forms near you in a tight, protective barrier.
Your breath, coming in harsh gasps loud in the echoing, dead silence.
A familiar, solid form, clutching at you with desperate strength.
"Sabrina? Sabrina, please, talk to me!" Mami's voice, shaking.
"I-I'm here," you gasp.
"Sabrina!" her grip on you momentarily becomes a bonecrushing hug, warm arms holding you close to her in a shaking grip.
Homura pushes a Grief Seed into your hand. "Here," she says in her quiet voice, a humming undercurrent of worried tension singing under her calm facade.
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Ouch.
"Yeah, let's go," you say, shaking your head to clear away the gathered wool. You'll have enough time later, you figure. You can always find another Witch, even, it's not like Mitakihara doesn't have enough of them. And you think you know what the Barrier's structure is, so you can try that too - later.
Weeeeell, you have a little time, right now.
"Um," you say, as Mami and Homura line up behind you, ready to enter the Barrier. "Actually, one thing?"
"What is it, Sabrina?" Mami asks.
"I'd like to try something with a Familiar," you say, turning around to face your two friends. "Since, you know, they're made of Grief, and I control Grief, so I figure there might be something there?"
Mami smiles at you. "That sounds like it might be interesting."
Homura tilts her head very slightly to the side, and nods slowly. "It might," she allows, a hint of interest entering her voice.
"So, yeah," you say, smiling at their agreement. "And, well, after I'm done with that... you know, if there's anything you ever wanted to try, but couldn't, maybe we could try it now?" You wave a hand at yourself. "I'm here, so cost, well," you smirk depreciatingly, "-and there's three of us to watch each other's backs if we need to. So... I'm thinking, if there's anything that was too big, too impractical..." You let your smile widen into a full grin.
Mami's eyes brighten a little, her back straightening. "That's a great idea, Sabrina," she says, giving you a warm, delighted smile.
Homura nods again.
"OK then!" you say, and turn back to the glowing slit in reality. You suck in a deep breath and step forward.
The second thing that hits you like a wet slap to the face is the overpoweringly... earthy smell, rotting meat and dung and something sickeningly sulphurous, like a million rotting eggs. The first is the repulsive, nauseating sensation of a Witch's Grief, all around you.
"Ugh," you comment, looking around at the landscape. Rickety old wood decking, crusted with a gummy, dried layer of disturbingly organic looking gunk, creaks under your booted feet.
Mami's nose is wrinkled in a genteel displeasure, and even Homura looks faintly unhappy with the smell, looking around the surroundings of the Barrier with an tiny scowl on her face.
"Buk."
You look in the other direction, to find what looks like a perfectly normal chicken peering at you. Perfectly normal, apart from the fact that it comes up to your waist. It's standing near a low wall, one made of the same rickety wood as the floor.
"Buk," the Familiar announces decisively, turning away to peck at the wall behind it.
"Umm, Sabrina?" Mami asks.
"Right, right," you say. It seems like the Familiars of this Witch aren't hostile - then again, most aren't, until you attack. "Watch my back?"
"Of course," Mami says. Homura just bobs her head in quick acknowledgement, a heavy pistol appearing in her hand with a sharp click. Mami, not to be outdone, removes her beret and waves it over the floor in front of her, muskets sliding out to thump against the floor, balancing on their muzzles in stark defiance of gravity.
Marbles drift out of your bag, twirling into concentric, spinning orbits around you - a defensive perimeter of your own, just in case. You start forward, trotting towards the chicken Familiar with your arms outstretched.
"Um... here, chicken chicken chicken?" you say, feeling more than a tad ridiculous. You reach out with your senses, examining the Familiar closely. It contains...
You frown to yourself.
There's something that might be a Witch's core, albeit one so minute, so fractional that it's nearly imperceptible. It'd... be fair to say that this is a nascent Witch, which, well, it is. It feels... incomplete, incredibly so, something essential to it missing.
"Sabrina?" Mami calls, a hint of concern in her voice. You'd been standing still, staring at the Familiar which is in turn still pecking away at the wall, sharp beak tearing out splinters of wood from the wall.
"Yeah, one last thing!" you say. You take a deep breath and reach out with metaphorical fingers, steeling yourself to try and grab that core. You pause for a moment- and slam your will down. Mine.
Pain.
Pain, raw and jagged, rips into your mind in a flood of white-hot agony, pounding upon you in a tremendous, sledgehammer blow. Your back arches, your breath driven from your lungs in a single, harsh scream. The searing attention of something vast upon you.
Distant screams.
You're on your knees.
You utter failure.
Did you really think so highly of yourself?
Do you hear that?
That's Mami, screaming your name. Shaking you.
You reduced her to this.
She would have been better dead than stuck to your side.
You break everything you touch. Everyone you touch.
You bend them to your will because you know better.
Put her in a gilded cage, where she'll be safe.
Because you want to protect her.
These are not your thoughts.
You snarl, calling your powers to yourself.
And you scream with what little breath is in your lungs, a thin, thready sound.
Grief from your Gem.
It pours out, a syrupy, rippling torrent that floods into the air and instantly crystallizes into razor shards you spin around you and the two human forms near you in a tight, protective barrier.
Your breath, coming in harsh gasps loud in the echoing, dead silence.
A familiar, solid form, clutching at you with desperate strength.
"Sabrina? Sabrina, please, talk to me!" Mami's voice, shaking.
"I-I'm here," you gasp.
"Sabrina!" her grip on you momentarily becomes a bonecrushing hug, warm arms holding you close to her in a shaking grip.
Homura pushes a Grief Seed into your hand. "Here," she says in her quiet voice, a humming undercurrent of worried tension singing under her calm facade.
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Ouch.
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Cannongerbil
I came here to nep at you
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Welp, that was interesting. Apparently trying to take control of a familiar has the same effect as trying to peek into a witch's mind directly. I would not have expected that.
Lets just move on.
Lets just move on.
We are NOT trying that ever again. Nope nope nope nope nope.
We can still test feeding grief marbles...Bugger.
I guess Grief Seeds really do require souls to function.
Yeah, that could have gone better.
That was a second near-Witchout experience. Over a chicken. Yeah, bit of an understatement...
I am in no hurry to EVER try that again, and think that while we are going to have to do it again for the Grief Seeds, we are NOT going to do it without Homura there.
We nearly DIED. I don't want to know how full our Gem was before Sabrina clued in.
We should shout at it as we kill everything. Using our grief mastery to emphasize our voice and power.
Aranfan
Team Plasma Grunt
Nah, we almost witched. Which is worse.
Why not? Aren't familiars more or less an extension of the witch until they become witches themselves?
Yeah...in hindsight, we should probably have collectively seen that coming, or at least as a possibility.
[x]Empty our gem ourselves. Thank Homura for the Seed, but we're okay.
[x]What happened?
[x]Reassure Mami and Homura. We're okay. We just messed up with an experiment...We're never trying that again.
[x]No more games. Griefrend everything between us and the Witch and just kill it off.
Priority one is ending this, priority two is dealing with inadvertent Mamitrauma. Oops.
I don't know about this. Yes our experiment on hooking up with a familiar went horribly wrong. But it makes sense* when you think about it.
We shouldn't let an accident spoil the mood and fun. After all:
Mami really liked the idea. She already needed some fun and games before Sabrina started screaming and grief spiraling right in front of her.
True, and this is something we should do just to confirm our fears anyway. But I feel it's highly likely that grief, and any other emotion for that matter, requires a soul to properly contain it. You can bind it with magic certainly but there is probably something special inside the soul required to store grief.
*Familiars are Witches without souls. They hunger for them. Sabrina controls grief by creating a magical pathway between it and her Soul (Gem). My bet is that the Familiar tried to eat Sabrina's soul! All those strange thoughts and feelings were the Familiar trying to mutilate Sabrina's soul to fit into the mold, the soul of its parent Witch, at it's core.
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Cannongerbil
I came here to nep at you
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- Soviet Lunar Base
Well, no, all signs point towards familiars being semi-independent entities. They are the children of the witch, sure, and are correspondingly influenced by their parent, but they do exhibit independent thought. See what the Gertrud familiar say during episode 1. That the familiars shared the same mind as the witch is...not within my expectations.
Homura was right there, and she probably has a lot of grief seeds. I doubt she would have just stood there and let Sabrina's gem get completely corrupted.
Definitely should be more careful next time experimenting and shouldn't do it alone.
And if she wasn't fast enough with the Seed? We had to empty our Gem ourselves this time. Yes, we realized what was happening but it took 12 lines of despair.
I don't think familiar ripping is a worthwhile avenue of research. Studying, yes, but if we never tried to take control of a useless familiar again, it'll still be too soon. What we want's only got the vaguest resemblance to an actual familiar anyway. The next step seems like seeing if we can make a familiar's tiny witch-core larger by feeding it grief marbles- for better study, and for seeing if we can short circuit the "familiar+people->Witch" thing that a lot of megucas have going on.
I don't think Mami'll be in a mood for fun after Sabrina's screaming fest. We should end this and start damage control. Because we just traumatized Mami, again, and need to deal with that.
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