Incidents like that must happen all the time. Well, disaster relief probably not, although it must still happen given what wishes are likely during a disaster. But just big magical incidents in general.
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Dirtnap
Kanmusu Affecionado
No TTGL pls. It's a good show...but it doesn't need to go in everything. Plus TTGLs OP is Sorario Days.
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Torgamous
Aspiring Gynoid
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No, you're thinking of Guile's theme.
TTGL goes with everything.
No exceptions.
AnonymousRabbit
Rabbit Faced
Solemn rendition of Guile's theme while we comfort Mumi?
It's a good idea; the Kanames are awesome. But Homura has probably attempted to recruit Junko and Tomohisa Kaname in the past, so let's ask her advice first.
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On the one hand- "probably", since she is trying so hard.
On the other- due to some cultural reason or simply not thinking about it, she may have not talked to them about it.
Torgamous
Aspiring Gynoid
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Or she never managed to do it properly due to being socially inept.
Under the Radar pt. 24
You keeping holding Mami, stroking her back in slow, rhythmic circles. She curls into your side and ducks her head against you, hiding from the world in a tight, shivering huddle of misery pressed up against your side.
"Yes," you say fervently, speaking into the golden mass of hair tucked under your chin. "Yes, of course I'll stay, Mami. I wouldn't leave you for the world."
Mami doesn't react, still clinging tightly to you.
You hold her, letting her reassure herself with your presence. The silence stretches out, broken by quiet, huffing breaths from Mami as she cuddles against you. Slowly, the shivering slows, and evens out.
"Mami?" you ask, voice quiet. "May I clean your Soul Gem?"
You feel her nod, her hair brushing against your skin. A flex of your will draws the Grief away from her Soul Gem, resting in ring form on her finger, to form a tenebrous cloud drifting aimlessly in the air. You crush it down into your usual marbles, packing them into you bag.
Tightly wound tension ebbs from Mami's body, and she sighs quietly as she sags against you. You continue to hold her, rubbing her back soothingly.
A while later, Mami stirs, turning her head so that she can speak. "I-I can't," Mami whispers so softly you can barely hear her. "I c-can't go back to b-being a-alone, S-Sabrina."
"And you won't, Mami," you say, maintaining your hug. "And... Mami, it's not just me. Madoka and Sayaka care about you too. Even Homura, in her own way." You smile into her hair, even if she can't see it. "I'm just the lucky girl who gets to live with you."
"N-" Mami shifts in your arms, looking up at you. "S-Sabrina, y-you're not just-"
You stroke her hair gently. "Mami, my point is that they're your friends, too. Just like me," you say, smiling at her.
Mami doesn't respond, simply returning to leaning her head against you.
You exhale slowly, returning to rubbing her back in slow, soothing circles. This... is really something that needs to take time to heal, you think. And maybe therapy, but then again, Japan. Your mind wanders a little, a thought you've been turning over for a while bobbing to the fore. Who are you? Apart from the obvious?
You... think you were created by Madoka's Wish, last loop. And you think Homura thinks so, too. You could technically call Madoka mom, in that case. Momdoka? Madomom? You can only imagine the expression on Homura's face if you said that in front of her. Or called her mom.
Mami shifts, turning in your arms to press closer into your side as your hand slows.
She needs, deserves, really, all the help you can get her. Maybe therapy, you muse, returning to that earlier thought. Track down a good therapist, and fill him in on magic, with a few object demonstrations of magic, a transformation or two. Perhaps get Kyuubey to agree to not wiping his mind.
Maybe.
Mami shifts again.
"Mami?" you ask, looking down at her.
She shakes her head. "N-nothing," Mami says, not looking up at you.
"Are you sure, Mami?" you ask gently. "I'm willing to listen if there's anything you want to say."
Mami hesitates for a long moment, shifting uncomfortably. She looks up at you, that fear still swimming in her golden eyes, before finally asking, "I-it's just. I. S-Sabrina, t-the s-secrets you k-know..."
"Yes, Mami?" you say. "I can tell you... some of it, if you want to hear. I'm sorry, I. Some of it, I can't tell."
"N-n-" Mami shakes her head. "N-no. I j-just. How b-bad is it, S-Sabrina?"
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"Yes," you say fervently, speaking into the golden mass of hair tucked under your chin. "Yes, of course I'll stay, Mami. I wouldn't leave you for the world."
Mami doesn't react, still clinging tightly to you.
You hold her, letting her reassure herself with your presence. The silence stretches out, broken by quiet, huffing breaths from Mami as she cuddles against you. Slowly, the shivering slows, and evens out.
"Mami?" you ask, voice quiet. "May I clean your Soul Gem?"
You feel her nod, her hair brushing against your skin. A flex of your will draws the Grief away from her Soul Gem, resting in ring form on her finger, to form a tenebrous cloud drifting aimlessly in the air. You crush it down into your usual marbles, packing them into you bag.
Tightly wound tension ebbs from Mami's body, and she sighs quietly as she sags against you. You continue to hold her, rubbing her back soothingly.
A while later, Mami stirs, turning her head so that she can speak. "I-I can't," Mami whispers so softly you can barely hear her. "I c-can't go back to b-being a-alone, S-Sabrina."
"And you won't, Mami," you say, maintaining your hug. "And... Mami, it's not just me. Madoka and Sayaka care about you too. Even Homura, in her own way." You smile into her hair, even if she can't see it. "I'm just the lucky girl who gets to live with you."
"N-" Mami shifts in your arms, looking up at you. "S-Sabrina, y-you're not just-"
You stroke her hair gently. "Mami, my point is that they're your friends, too. Just like me," you say, smiling at her.
Mami doesn't respond, simply returning to leaning her head against you.
You exhale slowly, returning to rubbing her back in slow, soothing circles. This... is really something that needs to take time to heal, you think. And maybe therapy, but then again, Japan. Your mind wanders a little, a thought you've been turning over for a while bobbing to the fore. Who are you? Apart from the obvious?
You... think you were created by Madoka's Wish, last loop. And you think Homura thinks so, too. You could technically call Madoka mom, in that case. Momdoka? Madomom? You can only imagine the expression on Homura's face if you said that in front of her. Or called her mom.
Mami shifts, turning in your arms to press closer into your side as your hand slows.
She needs, deserves, really, all the help you can get her. Maybe therapy, you muse, returning to that earlier thought. Track down a good therapist, and fill him in on magic, with a few object demonstrations of magic, a transformation or two. Perhaps get Kyuubey to agree to not wiping his mind.
Maybe.
Mami shifts again.
"Mami?" you ask, looking down at her.
She shakes her head. "N-nothing," Mami says, not looking up at you.
"Are you sure, Mami?" you ask gently. "I'm willing to listen if there's anything you want to say."
Mami hesitates for a long moment, shifting uncomfortably. She looks up at you, that fear still swimming in her golden eyes, before finally asking, "I-it's just. I. S-Sabrina, t-the s-secrets you k-know..."
"Yes, Mami?" you say. "I can tell you... some of it, if you want to hear. I'm sorry, I. Some of it, I can't tell."
"N-n-" Mami shakes her head. "N-no. I j-just. How b-bad is it, S-Sabrina?"
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Ugh.
Playing things down is bad, if she finds out later on.
Saying some of it is worse than the lichbomb is bad, in its own way.
There is no good answer to that question.
Or at least, I don't have one for the moment.
Playing things down is bad, if she finds out later on.
Saying some of it is worse than the lichbomb is bad, in its own way.
There is no good answer to that question.
Or at least, I don't have one for the moment.
PhDEevee
Mathematician and Questgiver
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We should tell her it's bad. Really bad. Honesty is the best course here. Perhaps we could emphasise we're working on a way to fix it? And that at some point, we're going to need her help? It'd ease her fears a bit without lying, and make her feel needed. And chances are, we are going to need her enchantment skills for our Grief projects.
If we do say the worst is really damn bad, like way worse than lichbomb bad, I think emphasising that we are trying to fix it, or at least make it less bad, is a good idea.
I also think making it clear that most of the secrets we hold are actually not that bad, or at least nowhere near as bad as the lichbomb. Some of thkse remain secrets because they are not ours to tell (e.g. timeloop-bomb) or figuring out ourselves and how to say it (e.g. self-bomb).
Basically, yes, our most horrific secrets are indeed far worse than even what we have already told her, but most of them are not as bad as what we have already told her.
EDIT: I also can't get a read on how much Mami actually wants to know some of our secrets vs just some assurance of how bad or not bad it is. I'm bad at reading this sort of stuff from social situations.
I also think making it clear that most of the secrets we hold are actually not that bad, or at least nowhere near as bad as the lichbomb. Some of thkse remain secrets because they are not ours to tell (e.g. timeloop-bomb) or figuring out ourselves and how to say it (e.g. self-bomb).
Basically, yes, our most horrific secrets are indeed far worse than even what we have already told her, but most of them are not as bad as what we have already told her.
EDIT: I also can't get a read on how much Mami actually wants to know some of our secrets vs just some assurance of how bad or not bad it is. I'm bad at reading this sort of stuff from social situations.
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CompassJimbo
Where’s Your North?
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Indeed. It's really a touching moment.
Hmm. I think we should be relatively straightforward. Some of it is pretty tame and some of it is worse then the last one we told her.
theauthor
Birdie
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Why not really bad?
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[x] I know lots of secrets. Some of them aren't really that bad. Just complicated.
[x] The worst ones are very, very bad, but I think that I can fix it. I think it's what I'm meant to do. I think that another magical girl wished me into existence for that purpose.
EDIT: Actually, Ugo has something workable going on. I want to emphasise that we have reason to believe that it can change though. It's not something that has to be secret forever.
[x] The worst ones are very, very bad, but I think that I can fix it. I think it's what I'm meant to do. I think that another magical girl wished me into existence for that purpose.
EDIT: Actually, Ugo has something workable going on. I want to emphasise that we have reason to believe that it can change though. It's not something that has to be secret forever.
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