Puella Magi Adfligo Systema
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well, I see everyone wants to just play house instead of sticking with the one person that could find our meta-knowledge useful when the QM specifically said that this quest is going to be hard, what's with an omniscient being the main antagonist and all
well, i look forward to kirika killing everyone, and I'm glad that the yellow bitch is still gonna go around her recruiting drive despite our choice there
well, i look forward to kirika killing everyone, and I'm glad that the yellow bitch is still gonna go around her recruiting drive despite our choice there
She went insane in one timeline due to a variety of understandable circumstances as the one thing she had left in her life crumbled around her, revealing it as a living nightmare.
In other words she doesn't deserve it at all, no more than the rest of the cast does for the actions they've taken.
Dirtnap
Kanmusu Affecionado
There's no need to be so needlessly hostile dude fucking seriously. It was never going to be easy no matter what choice we made, and at least this way we can stop mami's recruitment drive because we know how dangerous it is. This is the easiest way to keep Madoka from being exposed to everything as we can pressure Mami into leaving them behind because 'squishy normals in a barrier' is a good way to get them killed.
We also apprentice ourselves to her and guess what? She won't go looking to make any new MGs because she has one to train. We also can work on mending bridges between her and Homura and her and Kyouko. It's not like we're shutting ourselves off from Homura completely unless you totally missed the fact that our character explicitly said "we want to talk to you more".
Schwer-Muta
A Shy Arrogance
Through a certain lens, her unbroken facade created an impossible view of the "ideal" magical girl that killed Sayaka, she brought along cheerleaders to feed her own ego, and locked up the one person that could have saved her as she caused her own death through sheer arrogance.
Is that a fair evaluation? Not really, but it's not untrue.
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I advocate poking the incubator. This is a good plan that won't end horribly.
Hyacinthium
Writing about sad cannibals as we speak.
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[please dont vote for this] Poke Kyuubey while asking if it would be okay to inject his body with Grief so that we can efficiently test out our powers.
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[x]"...That sounds great...Mami?"
-[x] Thank her again. She didn't need to help us.
[x] Go to Mami's house.
-[x] Small talk with everyone on the way.
--[x] Frown at Sayaka, regardless of whether or not Homura said that her hostile attitude to her was okay, it just wasn't, and quite frankly her suspicious air around you before meeting Mami and Homura now makes sense. She's just like-*sharp headache!*
-[x] Thank her again. She didn't need to help us.
[x] Go to Mami's house.
-[x] Small talk with everyone on the way.
--[x] Frown at Sayaka, regardless of whether or not Homura said that her hostile attitude to her was okay, it just wasn't, and quite frankly her suspicious air around you before meeting Mami and Homura now makes sense. She's just like-*sharp headache!*
Hyacinthium
Writing about sad cannibals as we speak.
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why for what purpose
Unforeseen Consequences pt. 13
You look down at yourself, feeling the slightly crusty coating against your skin and the stiff fabric. "Yeah, that sounds great," you say. Then you look up at her again, and half bow. "Thank you again, Mami. You've only known me for about five minutes, and certainly didn't have to offer to take me in."
"It's no problem, Sabrina," Mami reassures you. "And as I said, it would be very nice to have a roommate, and my apartment can get quite lonely at times. I couldn't possibly let you room with Homura, too. Now, shall we?"
"Still, thank you very much," you respond, letting her lead the way to her home, with Sayaka and Madoka trailing behind. The small band of four teenaged girls leaving an alleyway draws a few stares from passersby, but nobody comments. "And... my apologies, but I really don't think Homura is that bad a person. I mean, she offered to let me stay at her place, too, right?"
"Pssyeah," Sayaka snorts. "She probably just wanted the new magical girl where she could be watched. And then, when you're not looking? Bam!" She throws her hands up for emphasis.
"U-um, I agree with Sabrina," Madoka says, looking down. "I don't think she's a bad person, she's just... cold. I wonder why she's like that?"
You sigh. You know why, but you can't say directly. "Maybe she lost something, someone? She's... just bad with people," you observe, with what you think is a tasteful understatement.
"Excuse me," a syrupy-sweet telepathic voice injects itself into your conversation. Kyuubey. "I apologize, but I have business to attend to elsewhere." You look at it, now riding in Mami's arms.
"Ah... See you later, Kyuubey," Mami says, bending down to let the cat-like alien go. It scampers away, quickly becoming lost in the crowds.
"I have no idea," Mami says, looking at where Kyuubey had run off to. "I don't see him in such a rush, usually."
"Hmm," you say noncommittally, as you and the others continue along the road.
"Aha! You speak English, right Sabrina?" Sayaka asks.
You frown for a minute, before realizing that yes, you do. "I- yes, I can. I do."
"Could you help me with my English homework?" the bluenette asks eagerly.
"Sayaka, I don't think you should do that," Mami admonishes with an indulgent smile. "Sabrina, nor should you."
"But she's foreign! I'm sure she's good at it!"
"Um, Sayaka, that's not the point..."
The conversation fades away as you take a moment to try and recall anything else of your spotty memory, but come up completely blank. Your name is Sabrina, and you're definitely not from around here. That much you're sure of.
"We're here, Sabrina," Mami says, pointing at a relatively upscale apartment block. She leads you, Madoka and Sayaka up to her apartment, and unlocks the door, letting you in. Feeling beholden to the local culture, you step in, saying, "I'm home."
"Welcome back," Mami beams at you. "The bathroom is over there, you should go and wash up. I should have some old clothes that fit you, though, ah, they might be a little loose."
You head over to the indicated door, taking the opportunity to look around. The apartment is very cosy, with soft rugs everywhere and coloured in pastel colours. A comfortable looking sofa, which Madoka and Sayaka made a beeline for, sits next to the triangular table that makes up the centerpiece of Mami's living room. As you close the bathroom door behind you, you see Mami flitting over to one of the other rooms, happy smile fixed on her face.
It takes you a while to clean up, what with the unpleasant residue that wet tissues couldn't remove adhering everywhere. After washing up, and wiping yourself dry, you take a moment to look at yourself in the mirror.
Deep blue eyes, framed by delicate eyebrows and two short bangs of hair, look curiously back at you. High cheekbones lend you a distinctly un-Asian cast. Your shoulder length hair, it turns out, is a pure white, cut to a short fringe in the front.
You sigh.
It is your face, you're sure of that. But looking at it hasn't helped you to remember anything.
"Sabrina? Are you done in there?" Mami calls, knocking politely on the door. "I have some clothes here!"
"Just a moment," you call back in reply.
A few minutes later, you're dressed in some of Mami's older clothes, which are indeed a little looser around the chest than might be considered optimal. You thank her again, nevertheless, and she simply waves it off.
"Ok!" Mami calls cheerfully, catching everyone's attention. "I was planning on bringing everyone on a Witch hunt today, but I think it might be best if Sabrina here got a little practice first before we go, and we can have a late dinner? Unless you think you're alright, Sabrina?"
[] Training first.
[] No need for training.
For the record, it's about 4:00PM, in story. Didn't seem to be a good place to put it in, IC.
Also, how much of a rush Kyuubey was in? A huge rush, apparently.
"It's no problem, Sabrina," Mami reassures you. "And as I said, it would be very nice to have a roommate, and my apartment can get quite lonely at times. I couldn't possibly let you room with Homura, too. Now, shall we?"
"Still, thank you very much," you respond, letting her lead the way to her home, with Sayaka and Madoka trailing behind. The small band of four teenaged girls leaving an alleyway draws a few stares from passersby, but nobody comments. "And... my apologies, but I really don't think Homura is that bad a person. I mean, she offered to let me stay at her place, too, right?"
"Pssyeah," Sayaka snorts. "She probably just wanted the new magical girl where she could be watched. And then, when you're not looking? Bam!" She throws her hands up for emphasis.
"U-um, I agree with Sabrina," Madoka says, looking down. "I don't think she's a bad person, she's just... cold. I wonder why she's like that?"
You sigh. You know why, but you can't say directly. "Maybe she lost something, someone? She's... just bad with people," you observe, with what you think is a tasteful understatement.
"Excuse me," a syrupy-sweet telepathic voice injects itself into your conversation. Kyuubey. "I apologize, but I have business to attend to elsewhere." You look at it, now riding in Mami's arms.
"Ah... See you later, Kyuubey," Mami says, bending down to let the cat-like alien go. It scampers away, quickly becoming lost in the crowds.
5
"I wonder why he's in such a rush?" Sayaka comments."I have no idea," Mami says, looking at where Kyuubey had run off to. "I don't see him in such a rush, usually."
"Hmm," you say noncommittally, as you and the others continue along the road.
"Aha! You speak English, right Sabrina?" Sayaka asks.
You frown for a minute, before realizing that yes, you do. "I- yes, I can. I do."
"Could you help me with my English homework?" the bluenette asks eagerly.
"Sayaka, I don't think you should do that," Mami admonishes with an indulgent smile. "Sabrina, nor should you."
"But she's foreign! I'm sure she's good at it!"
"Um, Sayaka, that's not the point..."
The conversation fades away as you take a moment to try and recall anything else of your spotty memory, but come up completely blank. Your name is Sabrina, and you're definitely not from around here. That much you're sure of.
"We're here, Sabrina," Mami says, pointing at a relatively upscale apartment block. She leads you, Madoka and Sayaka up to her apartment, and unlocks the door, letting you in. Feeling beholden to the local culture, you step in, saying, "I'm home."
"Welcome back," Mami beams at you. "The bathroom is over there, you should go and wash up. I should have some old clothes that fit you, though, ah, they might be a little loose."
You head over to the indicated door, taking the opportunity to look around. The apartment is very cosy, with soft rugs everywhere and coloured in pastel colours. A comfortable looking sofa, which Madoka and Sayaka made a beeline for, sits next to the triangular table that makes up the centerpiece of Mami's living room. As you close the bathroom door behind you, you see Mami flitting over to one of the other rooms, happy smile fixed on her face.
It takes you a while to clean up, what with the unpleasant residue that wet tissues couldn't remove adhering everywhere. After washing up, and wiping yourself dry, you take a moment to look at yourself in the mirror.
Deep blue eyes, framed by delicate eyebrows and two short bangs of hair, look curiously back at you. High cheekbones lend you a distinctly un-Asian cast. Your shoulder length hair, it turns out, is a pure white, cut to a short fringe in the front.
You sigh.
It is your face, you're sure of that. But looking at it hasn't helped you to remember anything.
"Sabrina? Are you done in there?" Mami calls, knocking politely on the door. "I have some clothes here!"
"Just a moment," you call back in reply.
A few minutes later, you're dressed in some of Mami's older clothes, which are indeed a little looser around the chest than might be considered optimal. You thank her again, nevertheless, and she simply waves it off.
"Ok!" Mami calls cheerfully, catching everyone's attention. "I was planning on bringing everyone on a Witch hunt today, but I think it might be best if Sabrina here got a little practice first before we go, and we can have a late dinner? Unless you think you're alright, Sabrina?"
[] Training first.
[] No need for training.
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For the record, it's about 4:00PM, in story. Didn't seem to be a good place to put it in, IC.
Also, how much of a rush Kyuubey was in? A huge rush, apparently.
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Dirtnap
Kanmusu Affecionado
Firn said:
THE NUMBERS SABRINA, WHAT DO THEY MEAN?
[x] Training first.
inb4 we accidentally a Mami...is this a bad thing?
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[X] Training first.
I'm really looking forward to finding out what our starting powers are.
I'm really looking forward to finding out what our starting powers are.
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Unforeseen Consequences pt. 14
"I would feel better with some time to try my powers out," you admit easily.
Mami nods, approvingly. "That's probably for the best. Madoka, Sayaka, this may last a little late, then. Will you be alright? We can have a late dinner after the hunt, if you're not expected home."
Madoka and Sayaka glance at each other, unsure. Mami, by contrast, chuckles, and adds, enticingly, "We can have some cake right now to tide us over until dinner time."
"A-ah. I'll call my dad," Madoka says, fumbling for her phone in her school bag. Sayaka nods vigorously, also hunting for her own phone. You simply raise an eyebrow at Mami, to which she responds with a demure giggle before bustling off to the kitchen.
You seat yourself on the couch, even as they slide off of it to sit on the cushions arrayed in front of the low table. "Are the cakes really that good?" you ask curiously.
Madoka flushes red. "I, ah- that is..." she ducks her head and looks embarrassed. Sayaka rolls her eyes at her friend, and replies to you. "Yeah, they really are. And we were already planning to stay a while today, anyway!" The last part is said rather defensively, in your opinion.
You nod, putting on an obviously fake smile. "Sure."
"Hey!" Sayaka protests. Her attention is diverted, however, by Mami returning bearing plates.
You jump to your feet. "Ah, I should be helping you, Mami!" Over her protests, you walk over to the little kitchen, and help her bear the rest of the plates out. Strawberry cakes, you note.
You seat yourself at the table, sitting beside Mami, who beams at everyone, before declaring, "Eat up!"
After the customary declarations, you carefully remove a piece of the cake, and pop it into your mouth. Your eyes widen as the cake virtually melts in your mouth, smooth and fragrant and delicious.
After swallowing, you put the fork down and say, simply, "Wow." Sayaka shoots you a triumphant grin which you barely notice as you attack your slice of cake again.
A while later, the cake is finished, and Mami ushers everyone out again before locking up. "We'll go to the old junkyard for training, OK? It's quite near where that Witch yesterday was, anyway. We'll be taking a bus, so... Sabrina, you don't have a bus pass... here's some money."
You accept the money gratefully, thanking Mami again. She simply laughs and brushes it off, and you're on your way with little incident. A short bus ride and a subsequent walk later, you find yourselves at the promised junkyard, near a large flyover.
"So, Sabrina, why don't you transform?" Mami says, looking at you inquisitively. Madoka and Sayaka are looking on from slightly further back, Sayaka standing slightly in front of the pinkette. "Don't worry about being seen, I used to use this place for training myself."
Hesitantly, you form the Soul Gem from its ring form, and cup it in your hand. Instinctively, you know how to reach for the wellspring that is your magic and pull.
A brilliant white flash of light blazes for an instant.
And just like that, the transformation is done, as a warm, almost familiar feeling settles on your shoulders. You-
You can sense-
You can sense-
You yourself are a slowly crackling storm of flickers of other, of magic, a network that outlines your body. Your Soul Gem is a tiny, abyssal spot of Grief that the network feeds into and derives from. Near you is a blaze of magic that outlines another human figure, and another swirling maelstrom of Grief, of a higher concentration than yours.
Standing further away are two ephemeral shades of barely-there Grief.
You look down at yourself, curious as to what you look like, and raise an eyebrow in surprise.
You're dressed in a light grey, collared shirt that's distinctly cut to flatter your self, with long pants in a darker shade of grey to match. Over it all is a long, deep blue longcoat with heavy mantles in a distinctly militaristic cut, worn open. Your Soul Gem, worn as a badge over your left breast, adds a splash of white to break up the expanse of blue.
Mami's speaking to you, one hand reaching toward you. "Are you alright, Sabrina?"
"Y-yes," you say, breathing deeply. "It's just overwhelming." An idea strikes you. "Mami, may I borrow your Soul Gem?"
"My Soul Gem?" her question's a little sharper than her usual tone. "Why?"
Your lips curl up in a lazy, almost drunk smile. "Mami, I wished to control Grief. All of it. I think I can cleanse your Soul Gem. Don't worry, I'll be careful."
Mami hesitantly forms her Soul Gem in the palm of your hand. "OK, but please be careful..."
She hovers near you as you accept the Soul Gem. You can see that it's shining gold, as it should, but obscured by a thin, filmy layer of darkness. The moment you touch it, though, you realize that you can do this. A lazy curl of the fingers of the hand not holding Mami's Soul Gem, and the layer of darkness flows out into the air, condensing into a malevolent, pulsing mass floating above your left hand. There's a deeper, more present feeling in the Gem you don't dare touch.
Candeloro.
"Here you go, Mami," you say, slightly less dreamy than you were a moment ago as mild shock sets in. You've just realized: you just cleansed a Soul Gem. You think you can do it at a distance, too, and... you check your own Soul Gem. It's barely darkened, and you know that you can cleanse the Grief off of it just as well.
Mami accepts her Soul Gem back with slightly trembling hands, usually half-lidded gaze wide in shock. "You... you did it, Sabrina. You- I-"
You've startled Mami into speechlessness. You've reduced Tomoe Mami into stammering incoherence.
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[] Write-in
- [] Talk to someone? Tone, content as per usual
- [] Training ideas?
I can't remember where I read it -might be Jim Butcher-, but it's been said that the trenchcoat is basically the modern day equivalent to wizard robes.
Additionally, there was nowhere for it to fit narratively, but Sabrina's weapon is a warhammer. The actual, medieval type, with a blunt and a spiked end, not those ludicrous brick on a stick type you find in fantasy. Why a warhammer? Why, SV, and SB before it, is known far and wide for its tactfulness and subtlety, no? Just like warhammers!
Oh, and yes, you are hideously, hideously overpowered. I've said it once, I'll say it again: I have my reasons.
Mami nods, approvingly. "That's probably for the best. Madoka, Sayaka, this may last a little late, then. Will you be alright? We can have a late dinner after the hunt, if you're not expected home."
Madoka and Sayaka glance at each other, unsure. Mami, by contrast, chuckles, and adds, enticingly, "We can have some cake right now to tide us over until dinner time."
"A-ah. I'll call my dad," Madoka says, fumbling for her phone in her school bag. Sayaka nods vigorously, also hunting for her own phone. You simply raise an eyebrow at Mami, to which she responds with a demure giggle before bustling off to the kitchen.
You seat yourself on the couch, even as they slide off of it to sit on the cushions arrayed in front of the low table. "Are the cakes really that good?" you ask curiously.
Madoka flushes red. "I, ah- that is..." she ducks her head and looks embarrassed. Sayaka rolls her eyes at her friend, and replies to you. "Yeah, they really are. And we were already planning to stay a while today, anyway!" The last part is said rather defensively, in your opinion.
You nod, putting on an obviously fake smile. "Sure."
"Hey!" Sayaka protests. Her attention is diverted, however, by Mami returning bearing plates.
You jump to your feet. "Ah, I should be helping you, Mami!" Over her protests, you walk over to the little kitchen, and help her bear the rest of the plates out. Strawberry cakes, you note.
You seat yourself at the table, sitting beside Mami, who beams at everyone, before declaring, "Eat up!"
After the customary declarations, you carefully remove a piece of the cake, and pop it into your mouth. Your eyes widen as the cake virtually melts in your mouth, smooth and fragrant and delicious.
After swallowing, you put the fork down and say, simply, "Wow." Sayaka shoots you a triumphant grin which you barely notice as you attack your slice of cake again.
A while later, the cake is finished, and Mami ushers everyone out again before locking up. "We'll go to the old junkyard for training, OK? It's quite near where that Witch yesterday was, anyway. We'll be taking a bus, so... Sabrina, you don't have a bus pass... here's some money."
You accept the money gratefully, thanking Mami again. She simply laughs and brushes it off, and you're on your way with little incident. A short bus ride and a subsequent walk later, you find yourselves at the promised junkyard, near a large flyover.
"So, Sabrina, why don't you transform?" Mami says, looking at you inquisitively. Madoka and Sayaka are looking on from slightly further back, Sayaka standing slightly in front of the pinkette. "Don't worry about being seen, I used to use this place for training myself."
Hesitantly, you form the Soul Gem from its ring form, and cup it in your hand. Instinctively, you know how to reach for the wellspring that is your magic and pull.
A brilliant white flash of light blazes for an instant.
And just like that, the transformation is done, as a warm, almost familiar feeling settles on your shoulders. You-
You can sense-
You can sense-
You yourself are a slowly crackling storm of flickers of other, of magic, a network that outlines your body. Your Soul Gem is a tiny, abyssal spot of Grief that the network feeds into and derives from. Near you is a blaze of magic that outlines another human figure, and another swirling maelstrom of Grief, of a higher concentration than yours.
Standing further away are two ephemeral shades of barely-there Grief.
You look down at yourself, curious as to what you look like, and raise an eyebrow in surprise.
You're dressed in a light grey, collared shirt that's distinctly cut to flatter your self, with long pants in a darker shade of grey to match. Over it all is a long, deep blue longcoat with heavy mantles in a distinctly militaristic cut, worn open. Your Soul Gem, worn as a badge over your left breast, adds a splash of white to break up the expanse of blue.
Mami's speaking to you, one hand reaching toward you. "Are you alright, Sabrina?"
"Y-yes," you say, breathing deeply. "It's just overwhelming." An idea strikes you. "Mami, may I borrow your Soul Gem?"
"My Soul Gem?" her question's a little sharper than her usual tone. "Why?"
Your lips curl up in a lazy, almost drunk smile. "Mami, I wished to control Grief. All of it. I think I can cleanse your Soul Gem. Don't worry, I'll be careful."
Mami hesitantly forms her Soul Gem in the palm of your hand. "OK, but please be careful..."
She hovers near you as you accept the Soul Gem. You can see that it's shining gold, as it should, but obscured by a thin, filmy layer of darkness. The moment you touch it, though, you realize that you can do this. A lazy curl of the fingers of the hand not holding Mami's Soul Gem, and the layer of darkness flows out into the air, condensing into a malevolent, pulsing mass floating above your left hand. There's a deeper, more present feeling in the Gem you don't dare touch.
Candeloro.
"Here you go, Mami," you say, slightly less dreamy than you were a moment ago as mild shock sets in. You've just realized: you just cleansed a Soul Gem. You think you can do it at a distance, too, and... you check your own Soul Gem. It's barely darkened, and you know that you can cleanse the Grief off of it just as well.
Mami accepts her Soul Gem back with slightly trembling hands, usually half-lidded gaze wide in shock. "You... you did it, Sabrina. You- I-"
You've startled Mami into speechlessness. You've reduced Tomoe Mami into stammering incoherence.
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[] Write-in
- [] Talk to someone? Tone, content as per usual
- [] Training ideas?
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I can't remember where I read it -might be Jim Butcher-, but it's been said that the trenchcoat is basically the modern day equivalent to wizard robes.
Additionally, there was nowhere for it to fit narratively, but Sabrina's weapon is a warhammer. The actual, medieval type, with a blunt and a spiked end, not those ludicrous brick on a stick type you find in fantasy. Why a warhammer? Why, SV, and SB before it, is known far and wide for its tactfulness and subtlety, no? Just like warhammers!
Oh, and yes, you are hideously, hideously overpowered. I've said it once, I'll say it again: I have my reasons.
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Was hoping for ranged...but ludicrous overkill/blunt force still fits the SV ethos. 
...Welp, Mumiwitch detected. Fun. Also...Magic detection as an unexpected side effect? I don't think we want to try modifying the "other" just yet, at least until we get a guinea pig no one'd miss if it went horribly wrong. (Kirika's volunteering for that duty, I think.)
[x]"...Hey, that actually worked. Thanks!"
[x]Work with the grief in hand. Carefully. Try and form objects with it. See if you can make spikes, blades, projectiles, or even a solid layer.
[x]Test how far away you can control the stuff.
[x]Try pulling the surface grief from your own gem and adding it to the grief on hand.
[x]Pull out your weapon. See if it can absorb the grief or do anything else with it.
[x]See if you can dispose of the grief into the junkyard, carefully. Stop if anything unexpected starts to happen.
[x]Talk to Mami.
...Welp, Mumiwitch detected. Fun. Also...Magic detection as an unexpected side effect? I don't think we want to try modifying the "other" just yet, at least until we get a guinea pig no one'd miss if it went horribly wrong. (Kirika's volunteering for that duty, I think.)
[x]"...Hey, that actually worked. Thanks!"
[x]Work with the grief in hand. Carefully. Try and form objects with it. See if you can make spikes, blades, projectiles, or even a solid layer.
[x]Test how far away you can control the stuff.
[x]Try pulling the surface grief from your own gem and adding it to the grief on hand.
[x]Pull out your weapon. See if it can absorb the grief or do anything else with it.
[x]See if you can dispose of the grief into the junkyard, carefully. Stop if anything unexpected starts to happen.
[x]Talk to Mami.
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