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nekcihc said:
You know what this means, right?

[q] Homura, there's no time, Kyouko's in danger! We need to save her from Oriko's evil twin!
-[q] Make giant grief wings
--[q] Caw Caw
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[q] Homura, there's no time, Kyouko's in danger! We need to save her from Oriko's evil twin!
-[q] Make giant grief wings
--[q] Caw Caw
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[q] Homura, there's no time, Kyouko's in danger! We need to save her from Oriko's evil twin!
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[q] Homura, there's no time
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[q] Homura, there's no time
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nekcihc said:
[q] Homura, there's no time, Kyouko's in danger! We need to save her from Oriko's evil twin!
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Also, imagine what would Homura feel in her heart if Sabrina informed her Oriko has an Evil Twin.

Like, god damn.

You telling me this is (comparatively) the good one? And there's another one that's even worse?

Fuck it, Homu would take Madoka and run to America.
 
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Onmur said:
Also, imagine what would Homura feel in her heart if Sabrina informed her Oriko has an Evil Twin.

Like, god damn.

You telling me this is (comparatively) the good one? And there's another one that's even worse?

Fuck it, Homu would take Madoka and run to America.
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If there is anything positive, she can take out all of her frustrations that she has on the other Mikuni without having Sabrina on her back.
 
If we had an Oriko chibi in the thread, she and the Homura chibi would be having a completely ineffectual slap-fight.

Or they'd be lazerzing everything around each other into rubble.

One of the two.
 
theauthor said:
Find his violin of course, he can finally play it again!
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He couldn't believe it.

Kyousuke sat in bed, dumbfounded, doing nothing but staring at his hands... his whole, non-fractured hands... well, actually, Sayaka's hands... which was really awkward and made him wonder where was Sayaka if not in her own body-

Wait, wait, wait, don't think that.

Kyousuke found himself staring down at his... her... whatever.

Hands.

With this, he could play- blue eyes widened.

The next minutes happened in a blur of motion, Kyousuke not paying much attention to his surroundings, dressing very quickly, running outside, dashing to catch a bus and his thoughts blurred out until he somehow found himself panting opening the door to his own room.

Damn, Sayaka kept in good shape. He felt he would've passed out right now were he in his own body-

He quickly shook his- her head, whatever.

Clearing his mind of useless thoughts, Kyousuke finally reached for his prize.

The case opened to show his violin.

Oh, precious, at least he could hold her once more, even if with the hands of another...

Kyousuke sat down on his bed, hands carefully attuning his instrument, a sense of peace and wonder filling his very being like a beautiful song he could swear he could hear...

Actually, he realized, he was playing.

He was playing the violin once more.

The bow slid over the strings, drawing out those sweat melodies, long, drawn out swings sending out delightful vibrations to his ears-

"Sayaka-chan?"

"Eep!"

Kyousuke's first feeling was of sadness as he reflexively stopped playing, the room falling into a lacking silence. His first thought after that was that he didn't just say 'eep'.

"I didn't know you could play... so well!" Kyousuke's mom smiled dubiously as she entered the bedroom, "did Kyousuke teach you?"

Kyousuke blinked at his mom, hands still frozen mid-note.

"My poor boy," she shook her head sadly, sitting beside his son, unknowingly, "between you and me," she stared at Sayaya's blue eyes, "the doctors said a long time ago he wouldn't be able to play anymore, but we didn't have the heart to tell him." She sighs. "We still tried every treatment we could, but..."

Kyousuke's gut twisted into a knot and his eyes slowly widened further and further until he felt they were gonna pop out of his skull...

He opened his mouth, maybe to yell at his mother that it was him, she was talking to him right now and... he couldn't. He just sat there, gaping, while his mom sighed again and turned to asked him something.

"Wha... what was that?" he prided himself on avoiding adding 'mom' at the end of the sentence. Also, Sayaka's voice sounded weird coming out of his mouth. Or her mouth. However that worked.

"I said," she smiled kindly, "since you apparently had quite a few practice sessions with my son, perhaps you would like to show off your skills, and play for out whole family? I'm sure Kyousuke would feel proud..."

Her eyes bore into him with such intensity he immediately found himself nodding. "Yes, sure."

He couldn't say no.

His mom smiled happier than he had seen in a long time. "Good girl," she reached out to pat her, his head with familiar fondness. Kyousuke stayed completely still as his mom stood up and, with one last grateful smile, exited his bedroom and closed the door.

Suddenly a tune rang out of somewhere, startling him, before he realized the tune belonged to Sayaka's phone.

Taking it from a skirt pocket, all the while reassuring himself that he wasn't doing anything wrong, he was caught in exceptional circumstances, he opened an incoming message and read out loud:

"Kyousuke-kun, this is Sayaka. Don't panic, this thing will only last twenty four hours."

He spent a minute staring at the cell phone's screen, thinking.

For a moment, he felt relief. He sighed, leaned back and let himself fall on his bed, feeling completely relaxed.

Then next moment, Sayaka's fingers flew across the phone's touch screen as he quickly typed out an answer.

"I fucked up."

Without thinking, Kyousuke pressed 'Send', threw the phone over his shoulder, sat back up, decided to ignore anything and everything else, and resumed playing the violin.

He only had less than twenty four hours to play, after all.
 
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Onmur said:
He couldn't believe it.

Kyousuke sat in bed, dumbfounded, doing nothing but staring at his hands... his whole, non-fractured hands... well, acutally, Sayaka's hands... which was really awkward and made him wonder where was Sayaka if not in her own body-

Wait, wait, wait, don't think that.

Kyousuke found himself staring down at his... her... whatever.

Hands.

With this, he could play- blue eyes widened.

The next minutes happened in a blur of motion, Kyousuke not paying much attention to his surroundings, dressing very quickly, running outside, dashing to catch a bus and his thoughts blurred out until he somehow found himself panting opening the door to his own room.

Damn, Sayaka kept in good shape. He felt he would've passed out right now were he in his own body-

He quickly shook his- her head, whatever.

Clearing his mind of useless thoughts, Kyousue finally reached for his prize.

The case opened to show his violin.

Oh, precious, at least he could hold her once more, even if with the hands of another...

Kyousuke sat down on his bed, hands carefully attuning his instrument, a sense of peace and wonder filling his very being like a beautiful song he could swear he could hear...

Actually, he realized, he was playing.

He was playing the violin once more.

The bow slid over the strings, drawing out those sweat melodies, long, drawn out swings sending out delightful vibrations to his ears-

"Sayaka-chan?"

"Eep!"

Kyousuke's first feeling was of sadness as he reflexively stopped playing, the room falling into a lacking silence. His first thought after that was that he didn't just say 'eep'.

"I didn't know you could play... so well!" Kyousuke's mom smiled dubiously as she entered the bedroom, "did Kyousuke teach you?"

Kyousuke blinked at his mom, hands still frozen mid-note.

"My poor boy," she shook her head sadly, sitting beside his son, unknowingly, "between you and me," she stared at Sayaya's blue eyes, "the doctors said a long time ago he wouldn't be able to play anymore, but we didn't have the heart to tell him." She sighs. "We still tried every treatment we could, but..."

Kyousuke's gut twisted into a knot and his eyes slowly widened further and further until he felt they were gonna pop out of his skull...

He opened his mouth, maybe to yell at his mother that it was him, she was talking to him right now and... he couldn't. He just sat there, gaping, while his mom sighed again and turned to asked him something.

"Wha... what was that?" he prided himself on avoiding adding 'mom' at the end of the sentence. Also, Sayaka's voice sounded weird coming out of his mouth. Or her mouth. However that worked.

"I said," she smiled kindly, "since you apparently had quite a few practice sessions with my son, perhaps you would like to show off your skills, and play for out whole family? I'm sure Kyousuke would feel proud..."

Her eyes bore into him with such intensity he immediately found himself nodding. "Yes, sure."

He couldn't say no.

His mom smiled happier than he had seen in a long time. "Good girl," she reached out to pat her, his head with familiar fondness. Kyousuke stayed completely still as his mom stood up and, with one last grateful smile, exited his bedroom and closed the door.

Suddenly a tune rang out of somewhere, startling him, before he realized the tune belonged to Sayaka's phone.

Taking it from a skirt pocket, all the while reassuring himself that he wasn't doing anything wrong, he was caught in exceptional circumstances, he opened an incoming message and read out loud:

"Kyousuke-kun, this is Sayaka. Don't panic, this thing will only last twenty four hours."

He spent a minute staring at the cell phone's screen, thinking.

For a moment, he felt relief. He sighed, leaned back and let himself fall on his bed, feeling completely relaxed.

Then next moment, Sayaka's fingers flew across the phone's touch screen as he quickly typed out an answer.

"I fucked up."

Without thinking, Kyousuke pressed 'Send', threw the phone over his shoulder, sat back up, decided to ignore anything and everything else, and resumed playing the violin.

He only had less than twenty four hours to play, after all.
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Welp, he may want to squeeze those hours for all of their worth before he goes back to his own body. And, since we have somehow mentioned Kyousuke again, I was thinking that maybe he could be useful for diplomacy if Sabrina ever goes international. Now I know that she probably knows every living and dead language that exists or ever existed but Sabrina being Sabrina it wouldn't do harm if she had some backup.
 
akrasiel23 said:
Welp, he may want to squeeze those hours for all of their worth before he goes back to his own body. And, since we have somehow mentioned Kyousuke again, I was thinking that maybe he could be useful for diplomacy if Sabrina ever goes international. Now I know that she probably knows every living and dead language that exists or ever existed but Sabrina being Sabrina it wouldn't do harm if she had some backup.
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He'll communicate in music. :V

It's universal, after all.
 
Agent Whiskers said:
That reminds me. Were we able dodge the possibility of Kyousuke crushing on Sabrina that Homura warned us about?
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Taking several friends with us helped with it, I'm pretty sure, and Sayaka herself did the second session.

Also we very pointedly insisted that we were only doing it because of Sayaka and Hitomi, and that he should be grateful to them, not us.
 
Agent Whiskers said:
That reminds me. Were we able dodge the possibility of Kyousuke crushing on Sabrina that Homura warned us about?

... man, just saying feels really weird.
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I think so.

We made sure he knew we were doing this as a favour to Sayaka and Hitomi and that he should thank them for his hand getting fixed.

We were like, super subtle there.

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"Well, just one thing," you say as you walk over to his bedside, joined by Mami. "We're healing you mostly because of Sayaka and Hitomi. Your friends care about you, you know that?" You hook the chair with your foot and pull it over, nudging Mami into the chair while you stand beside her.

Your upraised hand lights up, glimmering, silver motes of light outlining your hand. "Hold your hand out, by the way," you say. Hesitantly, Kyousuke does as instructed, holding it out to you. His hand's shaking, slate grey eyes wide and full of hope.

Without hesitation, you press your hand to his wrist. Your hand's joined by Mami's a moment later, the golden luminance of her magic mixing with yours. "Anyway, as I was saying," you continue. "Your friends care about you, so, y'know, don't forget them. I know how musicians get about your music, and I know how important your hand is, but don't neglect your friend, got it?" You fix him with a glare.

The boy nods vigorously, fringe flopping over his eyes.

"Keep your hand still," you instruct, and the boy complies with alacrity, sweeping his hair out of his eyes with his other hand. Homura, with an infinitesimal sigh, joins you on the opposite side of the bed. The amethyst glow of her magic mixes with yours, pooling and sinking into the boy's hand.

Hitomi gives you an odd look, but after a moment, she smiles, and nods at you. "Thank you, Sabrina," she says. Madoka glances at you too, beaming happily at you.

"Hey, what was that about?" Sayaka asks, her voice sounding inside your head.

"Eh. I think Kyousuke could bear to be reminded that he's getting this healing because he has two good friends, and he shouldn't ignore them," you reply telepathically, giving Hitomi a quick smile and answering nod.

Sayaka's silent for a moment. "Thanks, Sabrina."

"What're friends for?" you say.

She snorts softly. "Yeah, thanks."
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Onmur said:
I think so.

We made sure he knew we were doing this as a favour to Sayaka and Hitomi and that he should thank them for his hand getting fixed.

We were like, super subtle there.
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See, I'm a little conflicted here.

Kyousuke crushing on us would be really inconvenient. On the other hand, it would be absolutely hilarious.:p

Mami crushing on Sabrina is almost to be expected given that Mami is Mami. With Kyousuke, Sabrina would probably have no idea on how to deal with that.
 
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Onmur said:
He couldn't believe it.

Kyousuke sat in bed, dumbfounded, doing nothing but staring at his hands... his whole, non-fractured hands... well, acutally, Sayaka's hands... which was really awkward and made him wonder where was Sayaka if not in her own body-

Wait, wait, wait, don't think that.

Kyousuke found himself staring down at his... her... whatever.

Hands.

With this, he could play- blue eyes widened.

The next minutes happened in a blur of motion, Kyousuke not paying much attention to his surroundings, dressing very quickly, running outside, dashing to catch a bus and his thoughts blurred out until he somehow found himself panting opening the door to his own room.

Damn, Sayaka kept in good shape. He felt he would've passed out right now were he in his own body-

He quickly shook his- her head, whatever.

Clearing his mind of useless thoughts, Kyousue finally reached for his prize.

The case opened to show his violin.

Oh, precious, at least he could hold her once more, even if with the hands of another...

Kyousuke sat down on his bed, hands carefully attuning his instrument, a sense of peace and wonder filling his very being like a beautiful song he could swear he could hear...

Actually, he realized, he was playing.

He was playing the violin once more.

The bow slid over the strings, drawing out those sweat melodies, long, drawn out swings sending out delightful vibrations to his ears-

"Sayaka-chan?"

"Eep!"

Kyousuke's first feeling was of sadness as he reflexively stopped playing, the room falling into a lacking silence. His first thought after that was that he didn't just say 'eep'.

"I didn't know you could play... so well!" Kyousuke's mom smiled dubiously as she entered the bedroom, "did Kyousuke teach you?"

Kyousuke blinked at his mom, hands still frozen mid-note.

"My poor boy," she shook her head sadly, sitting beside his son, unknowingly, "between you and me," she stared at Sayaya's blue eyes, "the doctors said a long time ago he wouldn't be able to play anymore, but we didn't have the heart to tell him." She sighs. "We still tried every treatment we could, but..."

Kyousuke's gut twisted into a knot and his eyes slowly widened further and further until he felt they were gonna pop out of his skull...

He opened his mouth, maybe to yell at his mother that it was him, she was talking to him right now and... he couldn't. He just sat there, gaping, while his mom sighed again and turned to asked him something.

"Wha... what was that?" he prided himself on avoiding adding 'mom' at the end of the sentence. Also, Sayaka's voice sounded weird coming out of his mouth. Or her mouth. However that worked.

"I said," she smiled kindly, "since you apparently had quite a few practice sessions with my son, perhaps you would like to show off your skills, and play for out whole family? I'm sure Kyousuke would feel proud..."

Her eyes bore into him with such intensity he immediately found himself nodding. "Yes, sure."

He couldn't say no.

His mom smiled happier than he had seen in a long time. "Good girl," she reached out to pat her, his head with familiar fondness. Kyousuke stayed completely still as his mom stood up and, with one last grateful smile, exited his bedroom and closed the door.

Suddenly a tune rang out of somewhere, startling him, before he realized the tune belonged to Sayaka's phone.

Taking it from a skirt pocket, all the while reassuring himself that he wasn't doing anything wrong, he was caught in exceptional circumstances, he opened an incoming message and read out loud:

"Kyousuke-kun, this is Sayaka. Don't panic, this thing will only last twenty four hours."

He spent a minute staring at the cell phone's screen, thinking.

For a moment, he felt relief. He sighed, leaned back and let himself fall on his bed, feeling completely relaxed.

Then next moment, Sayaka's fingers flew across the phone's touch screen as he quickly typed out an answer.

"I fucked up."

Without thinking, Kyousuke pressed 'Send', threw the phone over his shoulder, sat back up, decided to ignore anything and everything else, and resumed playing the violin.

He only had less than twenty four hours to play, after all.
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OK now I'm picturing Kyousuke becoming a magical boy in the tradition of Chrono Harlaown.

Sabrina and Sayaka: YOU DID WHAT?!

Kyousuke: After everything you did I wanted to help.

Sabrina: *looks at Sayaka* .... clearly he picks up after you. -____-
 
Onmur said:
He'll communicate in music. :V

It's universal, after all.
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I was refering to a previous post that mentioned that he might know French, perhaps even German given his background as a player of a classical instrument.

DB_Explorer said:
OK now I'm picturing Kyousuke becoming a magical boy in the tradition of Chrono Harlaown.

Sabrina and Sayaka: YOU DID WHAT?!

Kyousuke: After everything you did I wanted to help.

Sabrina: *looks at Sayaka* .... clearly he picks up after you. -____-
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Given the science Sabrina is capable of, finding a way to allow boys to contract might not be so farfetched in the long run.
 
akrasiel23 said:
I was refering to a previous post that mentioned that he might know French, perhaps even German given his background as a player of a classical instrument.


Given the science Sabrina is capable of, finding a way to allow boys to contract might not be so farfetched in the long run.
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nah QB just decides to double the number of possible contracts

Emotions are emotions after all.
 
akrasiel23 said:
I was refering to a previous post that mentioned that he might know French, perhaps even German given his background as a player of a classical instrument.


Given the science Sabrina is capable of, finding a way to allow boys to contract might not be so farfetched in the long run.
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The only thing keeping troubled boys from contracting as far as I'm aware is the Coobmeister himself. He apparently wants quality over quantity. Young girls seem to have a greater capacity for despair, somehow. :confused:
 
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