Script Mak3r
(Verified Sun God) (Verified Feathers)
- Location
- Hell of Blazing Fires
- Pronouns
- She/Her
Well, duh. She has yet to learn Starlight Breaker, let alone use said Weapon of Mass Befriending on me.
Puella Magi Adfligo Systema
- Thread starter Firnagzen
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- puella magi adfligo systema puella magi madoka magica be gay do crimes (gay) female protagonist bad decisions dating mami tomoe (tomoe mami) diabolical laughter friendship is the best ship handholding identity crises microwaving tea gets you put in the bad place names are important the body is the fursona of the soul this is not the baked goods thread we don't talk about rionna what could possibly go wrong? who in the world is azure sanfrancisco?
- Location
- South Africa
I consider this a distinct possibility, but also that it's also likely that they can't because the rogue Incubators would understand the contract and thus not want to agree to it (for at least some of the, at least)
bird_poison
Knowing their wrath, unfettered and raw
- Location
- margarita
...what have I done...
Also, if we can control grief at the nanometer scale, we can make non-witchy colored grief. We should try that, and making grief vibrate to make heat.
Onmur
Archangel of Nutella.
You have contributed to create a new quest!
One day in the future, a new story will rise, and a new set memes will spread across SV.
Omakes will be writen, and not only contained to its own story, no. The horror will spread, omake crossovers will be born: Sabrina will charge at Walpurgisnacht witha GIANT PAPERCLIP; Nice Mad Kyuubey will get dumped in PMAS and other PMMM quests for the sake of comedy...
And then you'll know it is your fault, and that if only you had stayed shut...
You're gonna carry that weight.
- Location
- spinning
@bird_poison: Honestly, I expect that we can control but it'll feel somewhere near as witchy as the grief gas we used for corroding metal, due approaching similar size.
There might be a smooth transition to creation times to witchy things as things created get more complicated, but if there isn't it seems like it'd be useful. At least grief heat should be simple and useful for making tea.
There might be a smooth transition to creation times to witchy things as things created get more complicated, but if there isn't it seems like it'd be useful. At least grief heat should be simple and useful for making tea.
Torgamous
Aspiring Gynoid
- Pronouns
- She/Her
And how do you think Mami would feel that Sabrina drew fanart of Oriko before her?BTW, can we frame this picbefore we go to Oriko's, and give it to her/Kirika?
Onmur
Archangel of Nutella.
I was just thinking of that... Obviously, we need to make pictures of everyone!
With amazingly precise Grief Control, it shouldn't even take long.
- Location
- The Surface Of A Hostile Planet
Nah. We need to make Oriko a set of "destined tragedy" magnetic poetry to stick on her fridge.
(destin)(y) (ha)(s) (l)(ed) (you) (to) (th)(is) (moment)
(fate) (would)(n't) (all)(ow) (any) (ot)(her) (out)(come)
(th)(is) (wa)(s) (always) (pre)(ordain)(ed)
(destin)(y) (ha)(s) (l)(ed) (you) (to) (th)(is) (moment)
(fate) (would)(n't) (all)(ow) (any) (ot)(her) (out)(come)
(th)(is) (wa)(s) (always) (pre)(ordain)(ed)
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Onmur
Archangel of Nutella.
I think I draw the line somewhere before shoving Oriko's failure in her face.Nah. We need to make Oriko a set of "destined tragedy" magnetic poetry to stick on her fridge.
(destin)(y) (ha)(s) (l)(ed) (you) (to) (th)(is) (moment)
(fate) (would)(n't) (all)(ow) (any) (ot)(her) (out)(come)
(th)(is) (wa)(s) (all)(wa)(ys) (pre)(ordain)(ed)
AuraTwilight
The Sorcerer of Smiles
- Location
- The Silver City
So because the thread's insanity has been really subdued as of late and we're about to have a teaparty, I decided to share some of my own insanity.
wanna know how much I overthink Madoka Magica?
look at this image. Cute, right?
Except woah, that bite Homura is feeding Madoka is FUCK huge. Like she can't chew that, the fuck Homura? Also, what plate is that from? of the two plates next to each other, why are you carrying it from the furthest plate? Who's plate is that with the fork on it next to Madoka and Kyubey? It's not fucking Kyouko's, she's using her fork. And she has no plate. Mami allowed that?
The fuck is that between the cake and cookies? It's not a teacup. Where's Homura's teacup, period? What the fuck?
Mami, where the fuck is your saucer? Rude ass bitch, thought you were a better host than this. That red pitcher for the creamer doesn't go with the rest of the fucking tea set. What the fuck get your shit together, Mami.
What even is that pink bag? Were those cookies premade? It looks like a reusable bag, though, that's actually kind of unsanitary to be carrying unwrapped cookies in. Ew.
Not even touching that this is Mami's apartment and she doesn't own any of this furniture. That is explicitly NOT her tea-party table, what the actual hell lol.
Oh, and there's exactly two spoons, three forks, and no other cutlery of any kind. What the fuck. Also, Mami's the host; why is Sayaka serving the tea? Unless it's a serve-yourself affair but that's such improper tea party decorum that it makes my head spin.
Mami wouldn't allow ANYTHING in this travesty of an image to be going down.
Also those cookies are really sloppily drawn if you zoom in.
wanna know how much I overthink Madoka Magica?
look at this image. Cute, right?
Except woah, that bite Homura is feeding Madoka is FUCK huge. Like she can't chew that, the fuck Homura? Also, what plate is that from? of the two plates next to each other, why are you carrying it from the furthest plate? Who's plate is that with the fork on it next to Madoka and Kyubey? It's not fucking Kyouko's, she's using her fork. And she has no plate. Mami allowed that?
The fuck is that between the cake and cookies? It's not a teacup. Where's Homura's teacup, period? What the fuck?
Mami, where the fuck is your saucer? Rude ass bitch, thought you were a better host than this. That red pitcher for the creamer doesn't go with the rest of the fucking tea set. What the fuck get your shit together, Mami.
What even is that pink bag? Were those cookies premade? It looks like a reusable bag, though, that's actually kind of unsanitary to be carrying unwrapped cookies in. Ew.
Not even touching that this is Mami's apartment and she doesn't own any of this furniture. That is explicitly NOT her tea-party table, what the actual hell lol.
Oh, and there's exactly two spoons, three forks, and no other cutlery of any kind. What the fuck. Also, Mami's the host; why is Sayaka serving the tea? Unless it's a serve-yourself affair but that's such improper tea party decorum that it makes my head spin.
Mami wouldn't allow ANYTHING in this travesty of an image to be going down.
Also those cookies are really sloppily drawn if you zoom in.
- Location
- The Surface Of A Hostile Planet
But what does it symbolize?
Homura is giving Madoka a bigger piece of cake then she can chew - is that representative of Homura's disproportionate belief in Madoka's importance? She giving Madoka all the cake from her own plate: perhaps a metaphor for her sacrificing everything for Madoka's sake?
The creamer is in a different container, just as Nagisa's soul was in a different container then all the other puella magi when we saw her - and creamer is a dairy product just like cheese.
Where does the rabbit hole end???
AuraTwilight
The Sorcerer of Smiles
- Location
- The Silver City
But what does it symbolize?
Homura is giving Madoka a bigger piece of cake then she can chew - is that representative of Homura's disproportionate belief in Madoka's importance? She giving Madoka all the cake from her own plate: perhaps a metaphor for her sacrificing everything for Madoka's sake?
The creamer is in a different container, just as Nagisa's soul was in a different container then all the other puella magi when we saw her - and creamer is a dairy product just like cheese.
Where does the rabbit hole end???
You're not thinking deep enough. Everyone's wonky characterization, and the straight up errors in Mami's personal space?
This was foreshadowing Rebellion. This ending is the dream world.
- Location
- Borneo
Count me in Aura.
RexHeller
Title Incoming. Please Hold.
- Location
- Somewhere else.
... What is wrong with you.
AuraTwilight
The Sorcerer of Smiles
- Location
- The Silver City
You're asking that now?
Onmur
Archangel of Nutella.
New objective: Reconciliate Mami and Kyouko, then draw this picture and show it Mami to see if she flips out.
On a Rail pt. 7
Ah, well, the junkyard it is. It is Mami's spot, after all, and you're with Mami right now.
You let Mami take half a step of lead, bounding after her with what's becoming practiced ease. You're getting much better at this - though your roof hopping still is still rather more parkour than Mami's pure, flowing élan. You roll, and you vault, and you somehow get where you're going without a single strand of hair out of place nor picking up a single speck of dirt, but there's not one trace of elegance to it.
Eh.
It works.
You arc into the junkyard, soles slewing to a halt on the sandy ground. Mami barely raises any dust at all, primly patting her skirt down.
When she looks up, seeking your presence, you give her a warm smile. "Ready to begin?" you ask.
"Mmmhm," she agrees, taking a step closer to you, close enough that her hip bumps against yours.
With a laugh, you pull her into a hug. "Alright, then," you say. "I think... well, as I said, I want to figure out ways in which I could perhaps extend my range."
Mami nods, her hairdrills bobbing against your shoulder. It tickles a little. "What do you need me to do?"
"Well," you say. "Could you move to the other side of the junkyard? You'll need to be on the edge of my control range, and keep an eye on what happens. I'll stay in contact by telepathy, alright?"
Mami nods. "Alright," she agrees. You give her another quick squeeze before releasing her from the hug, and she backs off, walking to the other end of the long, sandy yard. She has to weave around a few rusting old cars and refrigerators, but she manages to keep in line of sight.
You roll your neck, sending a handful of marbles to bob along beside Mami, hunting for the edge of your range. "There," you murmur into her mind as you stop the marbles at the very borderline. "That's my limit."
"Alright." Mami nods, stopping and turning to face you. You give her a wave, which she returns happily.
By the looks of it, she's inspecting the Grief marbles rather curiously, poking at them with a finger.
"Mami," you warn. "I'm going to make some light. Tell me if you see it?" At Mami's assent, you do just that, an exhale and a touch of mental focus bringing forth gentle illumination from one of the Grief marbles. You can see the little floating sphere light up from where you are, soft light visible even against the rising sun.
"I can see it, Mami confirms.
Your eyebrows shoot up, a smile splitting your face. If light is visible, then coherent light is - and that means lasers. Interesting.
"Sabrina?" Mami calls into your mind, worried concern in her mental voice.
... You're vibrating. All but vibrating with excitement, making a high pitched 'eeeeeeeee' that Mami can probably hear.
"Sorry," you respond. "Just excited. OK, um, next test. You need polarised safety goggles of some kind, and we need physical shields. Um, I'd make you goggles, um, full face masks would be better, but you're out of range. Damn, I didn't think about that, I didn't reall-"
"It's alright, Sabrina," Mami says. Squinting at her, you notice her reaching behind her and producing a pair of sunglasses, unfurling them with a snap and putting them on.
"... why do you have sunglasses?" you ask.
Mami shrugs. "Sunglasses are useful."
"... but sunglasses are not protection," you say. "Hm... Since I want to try and laser something, Mami, why don't you come back here? We can both hunker down behind a shield or something."
"Alright," Mami agrees, hurrying over. She immediately tucks herself against your side. "S-sorry."
You wrap your arms around her. "Nothing to apologise for," you say. "See, I'm going to try and weaponise it next, so I'd feel better if you were safe with me."
"O-oh," Mami says. She hesitates for a long moment, before finally adding, "Thank you."
You poke her on the nose. "You're important to me," you tell her. "Never forget that."
"A-alright," she says.
You take a breath. "Anyway. Let's get behind some cover, and..." you squint down 'range'. "I'll try making an infrared beam and destroy that, uh... I think that's an old engine block over there?"
Mami squints, too. Or at least you think she does. She's still wearing the sunglasses. "Alright. We need to take cover, right?"
"Yup," you agree. "Uhh... around the back here." You tow Mami behind a large pile of random scrap metal and mouldering old tires. Grief forms a small seat, just large enough for both you and Mami to sit on - out of line of sight of the target. More Grief forms matte, non-specular walls, since reflections from high intensity light can blind just as well.
Mami sits beside you, tucking her head on your shoulder.
"OK, here we go," you mutter, mostly to yourself. "Test two: high intensity infrared light, focused into a beam." You bite your lip, considering. "Collimated, coherent light, emitted from Grief marble."
An exhale. You focus. Collimated, coherent light... you can do that. In your mind's eye and that odd other sense, you can feel the light drawing across the surface of the sphere like a shutter closing, until there's only a pencil thick beam left that hazes towards the invisible spectra of infrared.
The air heats. Even from this far away, you can feel the thermal bloom slicing through the morning chill. A sharp hiss heralds an acrid, burning smell making its way through the air to you.
... Success?
You kill the beam and dissolve the bunker, poking your head up around the rusting steel. Mami stands too, peering at the...
... well...
It's not an engine block. Not any more.
Nor is the sandy ground strictly speaking ground any more.
The pile of slag that used to be an engine block is still glowing. Faint pings reach you from the cooling metal - and sparkly, glassy bits of ground.
You stare, a wide, wide grin splitting your face. "Yessssss," you hiss.
Mami beams at you. "That's amazing, Sabrina!"
You grin right back at her, all but bouncing on your feet. "Yeah, it is! I think..." You hurry over to examine the puddle of cooling metal. "It's definitely outside my range."
Mami smiles at you, though there's a little edge of worry to it.
You pull her into a hug. "Hm..."
"Sabrina?" Mami asks, looking up at you.
"No, just thinking," you say. "I can't move Grief out of my range, but... this worked?"
Mami chews on her lip for a moment. "I... This is a guess, Sabrina, but I think that, um, strictly non-magical effects can exit your range. But maybe magical ones can't?" She hesitates for a while longer, something clearly on the tip of her tongue.
"Mami?" you prompt.
"No, no, I-" she turns a hopeful gaze on you. "Would you consider giving the laser a name? If you use it?"
You laugh. "Of course," you say. "Do you have something in mind?"
"Um..." Mami says, brightening. "Um. What's Italian for 'light'? Lux?"
"'Luce', I think," you say.
Mami nods. "What about... 'Luce Finale'?" she suggests, accompanying it with a blinding, hopeful smile.
You can't help but smile back."'Final light'?" you ask. "I don't think it's that... imposing."
"Attack names need to be impressive!" Mami says with an adamant shake of her head. "And they need to be grand! They need to have gravitas and they should be imposing!" And then her sudden conviction melts away, leaving an uncertain, worried girl in its wake. "U-um. If that's alright?"
[] Write-in
You'll get one more science/practice update before it's a reasonable time to start calling people. Like Sayaka.
You let Mami take half a step of lead, bounding after her with what's becoming practiced ease. You're getting much better at this - though your roof hopping still is still rather more parkour than Mami's pure, flowing élan. You roll, and you vault, and you somehow get where you're going without a single strand of hair out of place nor picking up a single speck of dirt, but there's not one trace of elegance to it.
Eh.
It works.
You arc into the junkyard, soles slewing to a halt on the sandy ground. Mami barely raises any dust at all, primly patting her skirt down.
When she looks up, seeking your presence, you give her a warm smile. "Ready to begin?" you ask.
"Mmmhm," she agrees, taking a step closer to you, close enough that her hip bumps against yours.
With a laugh, you pull her into a hug. "Alright, then," you say. "I think... well, as I said, I want to figure out ways in which I could perhaps extend my range."
Mami nods, her hairdrills bobbing against your shoulder. It tickles a little. "What do you need me to do?"
"Well," you say. "Could you move to the other side of the junkyard? You'll need to be on the edge of my control range, and keep an eye on what happens. I'll stay in contact by telepathy, alright?"
Mami nods. "Alright," she agrees. You give her another quick squeeze before releasing her from the hug, and she backs off, walking to the other end of the long, sandy yard. She has to weave around a few rusting old cars and refrigerators, but she manages to keep in line of sight.
You roll your neck, sending a handful of marbles to bob along beside Mami, hunting for the edge of your range. "There," you murmur into her mind as you stop the marbles at the very borderline. "That's my limit."
"Alright." Mami nods, stopping and turning to face you. You give her a wave, which she returns happily.
By the looks of it, she's inspecting the Grief marbles rather curiously, poking at them with a finger.
"Mami," you warn. "I'm going to make some light. Tell me if you see it?" At Mami's assent, you do just that, an exhale and a touch of mental focus bringing forth gentle illumination from one of the Grief marbles. You can see the little floating sphere light up from where you are, soft light visible even against the rising sun.
"I can see it, Mami confirms.
Your eyebrows shoot up, a smile splitting your face. If light is visible, then coherent light is - and that means lasers. Interesting.
"Sabrina?" Mami calls into your mind, worried concern in her mental voice.
... You're vibrating. All but vibrating with excitement, making a high pitched 'eeeeeeeee' that Mami can probably hear.
"Sorry," you respond. "Just excited. OK, um, next test. You need polarised safety goggles of some kind, and we need physical shields. Um, I'd make you goggles, um, full face masks would be better, but you're out of range. Damn, I didn't think about that, I didn't reall-"
"It's alright, Sabrina," Mami says. Squinting at her, you notice her reaching behind her and producing a pair of sunglasses, unfurling them with a snap and putting them on.
"... why do you have sunglasses?" you ask.
Mami shrugs. "Sunglasses are useful."
"... but sunglasses are not protection," you say. "Hm... Since I want to try and laser something, Mami, why don't you come back here? We can both hunker down behind a shield or something."
"Alright," Mami agrees, hurrying over. She immediately tucks herself against your side. "S-sorry."
You wrap your arms around her. "Nothing to apologise for," you say. "See, I'm going to try and weaponise it next, so I'd feel better if you were safe with me."
"O-oh," Mami says. She hesitates for a long moment, before finally adding, "Thank you."
You poke her on the nose. "You're important to me," you tell her. "Never forget that."
"A-alright," she says.
You take a breath. "Anyway. Let's get behind some cover, and..." you squint down 'range'. "I'll try making an infrared beam and destroy that, uh... I think that's an old engine block over there?"
Mami squints, too. Or at least you think she does. She's still wearing the sunglasses. "Alright. We need to take cover, right?"
"Yup," you agree. "Uhh... around the back here." You tow Mami behind a large pile of random scrap metal and mouldering old tires. Grief forms a small seat, just large enough for both you and Mami to sit on - out of line of sight of the target. More Grief forms matte, non-specular walls, since reflections from high intensity light can blind just as well.
Mami sits beside you, tucking her head on your shoulder.
"OK, here we go," you mutter, mostly to yourself. "Test two: high intensity infrared light, focused into a beam." You bite your lip, considering. "Collimated, coherent light, emitted from Grief marble."
An exhale. You focus. Collimated, coherent light... you can do that. In your mind's eye and that odd other sense, you can feel the light drawing across the surface of the sphere like a shutter closing, until there's only a pencil thick beam left that hazes towards the invisible spectra of infrared.
The air heats. Even from this far away, you can feel the thermal bloom slicing through the morning chill. A sharp hiss heralds an acrid, burning smell making its way through the air to you.
... Success?
You kill the beam and dissolve the bunker, poking your head up around the rusting steel. Mami stands too, peering at the...
... well...
It's not an engine block. Not any more.
Nor is the sandy ground strictly speaking ground any more.
The pile of slag that used to be an engine block is still glowing. Faint pings reach you from the cooling metal - and sparkly, glassy bits of ground.
You stare, a wide, wide grin splitting your face. "Yessssss," you hiss.
Mami beams at you. "That's amazing, Sabrina!"
You grin right back at her, all but bouncing on your feet. "Yeah, it is! I think..." You hurry over to examine the puddle of cooling metal. "It's definitely outside my range."
Mami smiles at you, though there's a little edge of worry to it.
You pull her into a hug. "Hm..."
"Sabrina?" Mami asks, looking up at you.
"No, just thinking," you say. "I can't move Grief out of my range, but... this worked?"
Mami chews on her lip for a moment. "I... This is a guess, Sabrina, but I think that, um, strictly non-magical effects can exit your range. But maybe magical ones can't?" She hesitates for a while longer, something clearly on the tip of her tongue.
"Mami?" you prompt.
"No, no, I-" she turns a hopeful gaze on you. "Would you consider giving the laser a name? If you use it?"
You laugh. "Of course," you say. "Do you have something in mind?"
"Um..." Mami says, brightening. "Um. What's Italian for 'light'? Lux?"
"'Luce', I think," you say.
Mami nods. "What about... 'Luce Finale'?" she suggests, accompanying it with a blinding, hopeful smile.
You can't help but smile back."'Final light'?" you ask. "I don't think it's that... imposing."
"Attack names need to be impressive!" Mami says with an adamant shake of her head. "And they need to be grand! They need to have gravitas and they should be imposing!" And then her sudden conviction melts away, leaving an uncertain, worried girl in its wake. "U-um. If that's alright?"
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[x] Create your grief orchestra near the edge of your range. Ask Mami if she can hear it.
[x] Physically toss something with grief past the edge of your range. See if it behaves normally.
[x] Regroup, and ask Mami on her thoughts on how the effects behaved. See if she has any suggestions or insights - both in terms of what the underlying principles might be, and in how the observed behaviors can be made useful.
[x] Physically toss something with grief past the edge of your range. See if it behaves normally.
[x] Regroup, and ask Mami on her thoughts on how the effects behaved. See if she has any suggestions or insights - both in terms of what the underlying principles might be, and in how the observed behaviors can be made useful.
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You'll get one more science/practice update before it's a reasonable time to start calling people. Like Sayaka.
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- The Surface Of A Hostile Planet
Ahahahahaha! And we didn't even zone out! Hell yes!
I'm gonna have to trash all my theories on our range limit and start again, because I was not expecting that to work, but I don't even care because I'm so happy!
Wheee!
I'm gonna have to trash all my theories on our range limit and start again, because I was not expecting that to work, but I don't even care because I'm so happy!
Wheee!
Ehhh...this doesn't feel like a finale. It's more.like a standard Divine Buster. Maybe not even that.
- Location
- The Surface Of A Hostile Planet
Should be "...do you mind..."
- Location
- Somewhere!
- Pronouns
- She/Her
Still some rebuilding to do, although I love her sense of flair and presentation.