ultima333
Lazy Snug Youkai
Totally not a witch, guys!
And even if we are, we totally aren't Walpurgis!
Puella Magi Adfligo Systema
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And even if we are, we totally aren't Walpurgis!
chocolote12
A Penguin Flailing Against The Keyboard Of Life.
Why not Walpurgisnacht familars? They can look like whatever we want because they're outlines, and they're ridiculously powerful.
Omegastar
fear the {CENSORED}.
....
make Walpurgis our familiar?
chocolote12
A Penguin Flailing Against The Keyboard Of Life.
Slith10
Back from the dead and ready to party!
- Location
- New Zealand
They do now!
Sabrina ain't gotta 'splain nothing.
- Location
- Anchorage, Alaska
Found this under the 'useful Information' tab on the front page. Intresting, eh?
Alert: Moderation Reminder
Skyllian Blitz
Shadow Cabal Member
- Location
- Behind the Great Firewall
moderation reminder
That was 8 months ago and is even quoted above the reply box. It should not have to be constantly reminded of.
Thank you for your cooperation.
Questers should be paying more attention to others like @EtchedSteel and also @Gadjo and @landcollector and most importantly, your own GM when they're asking for calm.
That was 8 months ago and is even quoted above the reply box. It should not have to be constantly reminded of.
Thank you for your cooperation.
NephyrisX
Luck is my dump stat. And the dice shows.
- Location
- Singapore
This is literally above the reply box.
Slith10
Back from the dead and ready to party!
- Location
- New Zealand
Walpurgisnacht: Sure is Feathers around here.
DEDOLERE:WALPURGIS MAH GURL, THIS GRIEF IS WHAT ALL TRUE WITCHES STRIVE FOR!
Loktarogar
The Apex of Cuddling
- Location
- Brazil
I ship it
Yes, I think that is a very good possibility, but we can't risk it.
If Feathers was just trying to scare us off, well, it worked. She/he/it is just that scary.
EDIT: If it is that big of a deal to people, we can prioritize investigating that feather and talking it over with Mami and Homura this evening or tomorrow, and maybe consult Oriko too.
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Omegastar
fear the {CENSORED}.
best witch game.
Tam Lin
The Evolution QM
Mooks, of course
Onmur
Archangel of Nutella.
Homura frowns down at the floor. "Walpurgisnacht is... support?"
Homura sits down, turning to reflect on her own life.
This mortal coil pt. 2
You lick your lips. "I... maybe one last idea, Kirika? I don't have much hope for it, but..."
"Anything," Kirika says, perking up a bit.
"Do you think you can channel your antimagic, Kirika?" you ask. "Make it continuous?"
"I t-tried before," Kirika says, an unfamiliar tremor in her voice. "Earlier."
"Do you think you can put your power into something?" you ask. "Buffer it somehow, and that might work?"
"I don't know," Kirika says. Sudden determination crosses her face, and she snatches up a rock from the table. "Let's find out." She takes a deep breath, a frown of concentration crossing her face. You can feel the roiling, nauseating disruption of anti-magic start to build up again, and you steel yourself as shuddering pulses start to roll off the other girl.
You glance at the other girl sitting at the table. "I... long shot, but Oriko? Can you think of, or see, any other magical girl that could help?"
Oriko presses her lips together, shaking her head. "Do you think I haven't thought about it?" Her lips curl into a momentary, mirthless smirk. "I only used my powers for part of it, too."
You sigh. "There goes that idea, then," you say. Defeat is a rather bitter pill to swallow, even as... minor... as this is.
"There's a magical girl from Europe," Oriko says. "She can affect Soul Gems. And... Asunaro. I don't recommend going there, though." She shudders slightly.
You sit up straight, excitement and... trepidation filling your gut. Asunaro. "Really?" you say, before grimacing. "Doesn't help us now, though."
Oriko shrugs, looking tired and resigned. "The magical girl from Europe will be arriving in just over a week," she says.
"... really? Of her own volition?" you ask.
She shrugs again. "Word of your exploits is going to will have spread."
"Huh," you say. "Anyway, that's not really helpful now, though I suppose as a last ditch we can try and see if we can entice them to come over..." You exhale wearily.
The three of you fall silent, Kirika worrying away at her piece of stone, while you and Oriko look away, lost in your own thoughts. You chew at your lip, contemplating what other tricks you can attempt with your Grief, and how you're going to proceed from here on out. Part of you thinks that devoting more time to figuring things out can only be helpful, but on the other hand...
What are your goals? How do you win?
It's a difficult question to answer.
Here and now, though...
"Disconnect me," Oriko whispers, finally. "I'm sorry, Kirika."
Kirika makes a despairing noise in the back of her throat, tossing the river stone on the table and turning to Oriko.
You shake your head, exhaling as you look to the side. "I'm... I'm sorry," you say regretfully.
"Oriko..." Kirika begs. "There's got to be something. Sabrina, can't you stay?"
"I... I'm sorry," you say. "I have to be elsewhere. I'll come back soon."
"Sabrina?" Oriko gives you a wan smile. "Give us a moment?"
"Yeah. Of course," you say, pushing yourself off the chair. "And hey. This isn't goodbye, not between the two of you, or the three of us. OK? You better not be saying goodbyes, because I'll be back, and I'll fix this."
Kirika nods. "Y-yeah. OK."
"Understood, Sabrina," Oriko gives you another tired smile.
"Right," you nod firmly, stepping around the corner.
You wander around a corner of the Mikuni mansion, leaving the pair behind. You stare up at the white-painted building, and... there's streaks of dried, crusty stuff here and there. The smell, old and weathered, is enough to tell you what it is - rotten egg.
Nothing you didn't know, but... still.
Honestly, a house being egged in Japan is rather odd, but Mitakihara's a tad more westernised than most places, you suppose.
You brush your hand along the hedge as you wander.
Ficus foxtrot.
You can feel the Grief building in Kirika's and Oriko's Soul Gems, and... yeah, they're cleansing. They're using Aurora, which is well enough.
You sigh, and continue walking.
It really would be nice if you could be in more than one place at once, or if you could have Familiars, or space distortion of some kind. Down that path lies increasingly insistent claims of your non-Witchhood, though. Not exactly a problem, but, uh, unfortunate implications.
A telepathic ping interrupts your thoughts. "Sabrina? We're done" Oriko.
"On my way back," you respond, quickening your steps.
You round the building a few minutes later, and you find Kirika sitting across Oriko's lap, arms wrapped around the other girl in a tight hug. Both are dry eyed, but Kirika seems a hairsbreadth away from it. A silver Soul Gem sits on the table.
"Take it," Oriko whispers.
You nod, walking over. "I'll be back soon."
You claim Oriko's Soul Gem, holding it carefully in your hand. Kirika looks like she wants to stop you, but... she holds her tongue, and keeps her arms around Oriko.
You open your mouth to apologize, but what could you say? Instead, you simply sigh, and start walking away, pulling your phone out with your free hand to check the time. Enough of it.
Threading through the rose bushes, you walk away from Oriko and Kirika.
And eventually, you feel the wispy fires of magic connecting Oriko to her Soul Gem simply wink out.
And you feel the Grief in Kirika's Soul Gem spike once more.
You make your way back, finding Kirika cradling Oriko's body. Bright, citrine eyes look up, dry and fierce as you present Oriko's Soul Gem to her.
"You better come back soon," she says, accepting the silvery Gem with both hands.
"I know," you say. "I will. Kirika... you can wake her up. As and when you need to. It's just as if she went to sleep. You know that, right?"
"Yeah," Kirika says. "Just..." She smooths a hand along Oriko's cheek.
"I get it," you say.
You could mistake Oriko for a corpse. No breathing, no heartbeat.
"Yeah," Kirika says lamely, getting to her feet. "I'll bring her upstairs."
"Kirika, wait," you say, crossing the distance and catching the black haired girl in a hug. She stiffens in your arms for a moment, before sagging into the hug, her hands hanging limply at her side, Oriko's Soul Gem clutched in one.
"I'm not giving up," you say firmly. "We will fix this. I'll be back soon, OK?"
Kirika nods slowly.
You hold the hug for a moment longer, before releasing Kirika and stepping back. She gives you a weak grin. "Do you think she'd be mad if I drew on her face?"
"Probably," you say. "Do it anyway."
Kirika grins a little. "Yeah, probably."
You take a moment to ponder on the fact that Kirika's Wish probably means that deep down inside, Oriko secretly likes the, ah, quirkiness.
Heh.
"Alright. See you in a bit, Kirika," you say, focusing a moment to draw the Grief away from her and Oriko's Soul Gems, as well as your own. Kirika barely seems to notice. "I need to get going."
"See ya," she says.
You focus for a moment, and your Grief wings billowing from your shoulders, deep, starry fractal patterns blooming across their breadth. You launch yourself skyways, the last you see of Kirika being her picking up Oriko's body in a careful bridal carry.
You swoop over the city, flicking into a barrel roll with your coat snapping all around you as sky and earth tumble around you. And then you follow up with an aileron to, also known as that thing most people think a barrel roll is.
It doesn't take you terribly long to arrive at Mitakihara Middle, and you alight on the roof, folding your wings carefully to avoid the fences before dissolving them.
The bell rings a few moments later, and you can hear the resounding scrape of chairs as a thousand students stand near simultaneously. It's only a few minutes later when you hear pelting footsteps at the stairwell, and Mami emerges a split second later.
You meet her halfway across the roof, sweeping her into a hug - or maybe she sweeps you into a hug. Same difference. "Hi, Mami," you say, letting yourself relax, just a little.
"Hi, Sabrina," Mami responds. "How are you?"
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You've got a moment or two to talk to Mami before the others get to the roof.
"Anything," Kirika says, perking up a bit.
"Do you think you can channel your antimagic, Kirika?" you ask. "Make it continuous?"
"I t-tried before," Kirika says, an unfamiliar tremor in her voice. "Earlier."
"Do you think you can put your power into something?" you ask. "Buffer it somehow, and that might work?"
"I don't know," Kirika says. Sudden determination crosses her face, and she snatches up a rock from the table. "Let's find out." She takes a deep breath, a frown of concentration crossing her face. You can feel the roiling, nauseating disruption of anti-magic start to build up again, and you steel yourself as shuddering pulses start to roll off the other girl.
You glance at the other girl sitting at the table. "I... long shot, but Oriko? Can you think of, or see, any other magical girl that could help?"
Oriko presses her lips together, shaking her head. "Do you think I haven't thought about it?" Her lips curl into a momentary, mirthless smirk. "I only used my powers for part of it, too."
You sigh. "There goes that idea, then," you say. Defeat is a rather bitter pill to swallow, even as... minor... as this is.
"There's a magical girl from Europe," Oriko says. "She can affect Soul Gems. And... Asunaro. I don't recommend going there, though." She shudders slightly.
You sit up straight, excitement and... trepidation filling your gut. Asunaro. "Really?" you say, before grimacing. "Doesn't help us now, though."
Oriko shrugs, looking tired and resigned. "The magical girl from Europe will be arriving in just over a week," she says.
"... really? Of her own volition?" you ask.
She shrugs again. "Word of your exploits is going to will have spread."
"Huh," you say. "Anyway, that's not really helpful now, though I suppose as a last ditch we can try and see if we can entice them to come over..." You exhale wearily.
The three of you fall silent, Kirika worrying away at her piece of stone, while you and Oriko look away, lost in your own thoughts. You chew at your lip, contemplating what other tricks you can attempt with your Grief, and how you're going to proceed from here on out. Part of you thinks that devoting more time to figuring things out can only be helpful, but on the other hand...
What are your goals? How do you win?
It's a difficult question to answer.
Here and now, though...
"Disconnect me," Oriko whispers, finally. "I'm sorry, Kirika."
Kirika makes a despairing noise in the back of her throat, tossing the river stone on the table and turning to Oriko.
You shake your head, exhaling as you look to the side. "I'm... I'm sorry," you say regretfully.
"Oriko..." Kirika begs. "There's got to be something. Sabrina, can't you stay?"
"I... I'm sorry," you say. "I have to be elsewhere. I'll come back soon."
"Sabrina?" Oriko gives you a wan smile. "Give us a moment?"
"Yeah. Of course," you say, pushing yourself off the chair. "And hey. This isn't goodbye, not between the two of you, or the three of us. OK? You better not be saying goodbyes, because I'll be back, and I'll fix this."
Kirika nods. "Y-yeah. OK."
"Understood, Sabrina," Oriko gives you another tired smile.
"Right," you nod firmly, stepping around the corner.
You wander around a corner of the Mikuni mansion, leaving the pair behind. You stare up at the white-painted building, and... there's streaks of dried, crusty stuff here and there. The smell, old and weathered, is enough to tell you what it is - rotten egg.
Nothing you didn't know, but... still.
Honestly, a house being egged in Japan is rather odd, but Mitakihara's a tad more westernised than most places, you suppose.
You brush your hand along the hedge as you wander.
Ficus foxtrot.
You can feel the Grief building in Kirika's and Oriko's Soul Gems, and... yeah, they're cleansing. They're using Aurora, which is well enough.
You sigh, and continue walking.
It really would be nice if you could be in more than one place at once, or if you could have Familiars, or space distortion of some kind. Down that path lies increasingly insistent claims of your non-Witchhood, though. Not exactly a problem, but, uh, unfortunate implications.
A telepathic ping interrupts your thoughts. "Sabrina? We're done" Oriko.
"On my way back," you respond, quickening your steps.
You round the building a few minutes later, and you find Kirika sitting across Oriko's lap, arms wrapped around the other girl in a tight hug. Both are dry eyed, but Kirika seems a hairsbreadth away from it. A silver Soul Gem sits on the table.
"Take it," Oriko whispers.
You nod, walking over. "I'll be back soon."
You claim Oriko's Soul Gem, holding it carefully in your hand. Kirika looks like she wants to stop you, but... she holds her tongue, and keeps her arms around Oriko.
You open your mouth to apologize, but what could you say? Instead, you simply sigh, and start walking away, pulling your phone out with your free hand to check the time. Enough of it.
Threading through the rose bushes, you walk away from Oriko and Kirika.
And eventually, you feel the wispy fires of magic connecting Oriko to her Soul Gem simply wink out.
And you feel the Grief in Kirika's Soul Gem spike once more.
You make your way back, finding Kirika cradling Oriko's body. Bright, citrine eyes look up, dry and fierce as you present Oriko's Soul Gem to her.
"You better come back soon," she says, accepting the silvery Gem with both hands.
"I know," you say. "I will. Kirika... you can wake her up. As and when you need to. It's just as if she went to sleep. You know that, right?"
"Yeah," Kirika says. "Just..." She smooths a hand along Oriko's cheek.
"I get it," you say.
You could mistake Oriko for a corpse. No breathing, no heartbeat.
"Yeah," Kirika says lamely, getting to her feet. "I'll bring her upstairs."
"Kirika, wait," you say, crossing the distance and catching the black haired girl in a hug. She stiffens in your arms for a moment, before sagging into the hug, her hands hanging limply at her side, Oriko's Soul Gem clutched in one.
"I'm not giving up," you say firmly. "We will fix this. I'll be back soon, OK?"
Kirika nods slowly.
You hold the hug for a moment longer, before releasing Kirika and stepping back. She gives you a weak grin. "Do you think she'd be mad if I drew on her face?"
"Probably," you say. "Do it anyway."
Kirika grins a little. "Yeah, probably."
You take a moment to ponder on the fact that Kirika's Wish probably means that deep down inside, Oriko secretly likes the, ah, quirkiness.
Heh.
"Alright. See you in a bit, Kirika," you say, focusing a moment to draw the Grief away from her and Oriko's Soul Gems, as well as your own. Kirika barely seems to notice. "I need to get going."
"See ya," she says.
You focus for a moment, and your Grief wings billowing from your shoulders, deep, starry fractal patterns blooming across their breadth. You launch yourself skyways, the last you see of Kirika being her picking up Oriko's body in a careful bridal carry.
You swoop over the city, flicking into a barrel roll with your coat snapping all around you as sky and earth tumble around you. And then you follow up with an aileron to, also known as that thing most people think a barrel roll is.
It doesn't take you terribly long to arrive at Mitakihara Middle, and you alight on the roof, folding your wings carefully to avoid the fences before dissolving them.
The bell rings a few moments later, and you can hear the resounding scrape of chairs as a thousand students stand near simultaneously. It's only a few minutes later when you hear pelting footsteps at the stairwell, and Mami emerges a split second later.
You meet her halfway across the roof, sweeping her into a hug - or maybe she sweeps you into a hug. Same difference. "Hi, Mami," you say, letting yourself relax, just a little.
"Hi, Sabrina," Mami responds. "How are you?"
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You've got a moment or two to talk to Mami before the others get to the roof.