Onmur
Archangel of Nutella.
So on the topic of cults, I remembered an omake. And I feel like throwing in a few more words about an hypothetical future where meguca in general somehow get the idea it's cool to worship a few certain girls, specially from Mitakihara.
"How long do we have to wait?" snapped a girl, pacing back and forth.
"Sumireeeeeeee..." drawled another one, leaning against a wall. She lazily took a hand out of her pockets to grab at the annoyed pacing girl. "We promised we wouldn't start without a full party."
"We've been waiting like an hour!" snapped Sumire again, tugging at the red ribbon in her hair.
"Stop that, you'll mess up your hair- oh there we go," a sigh. "Come here you big baby, it's been ten minutes."
Sumire had the decency to look bashful and stay still as her friend pulled her ribbon free and re-tied her hair with it with practiced movements.
"Still," commented a blonde girl, amusing herself by spinning a gun with her fingers, "if she can't bother to call ahead we should just go. I know Madoka's followers can be stupidly patient, but I'm not wasting an hour standing around."
"Hey!" Sumire frowned, "lay off, OK?"
The gunslinger rolled her eyes. "Touchy, aren't we? Just saying it like it is. Madoka's girls can be soooooo annoying."
"Why don't you pick on something your own size, you Ojou wannabe?" a threatening step.
The blonde's eye twitched. She twirled her gun a couple more times before mirroring the other girl's advance. "You trying to say something, sweetheart?"
"Yeah," nodded Sumire, "I'm saying you either apologize to my friend or I'm gonna do so many wrong things to your face the kind Homura would never do..."
"Pfft, ha!" dismissed the other girl, "you know who you're talking to?" she asked spinning another gun into existance.
"Yeah, the girl who almost messed up our last run-"
"I'm the best shot in Kasamino-"
"Best shot my ass-"
"I'll put a bullet in the-"
"GIRLS!" barged in a white haired girl, suddenly standing in between the two fuming at each other- who startled as the intruder grabbed each one by an arm-
And then drew them close into a big hug.
"Now, now, you're both pretty, so no need to fight, am I right?" asserted the white haired girl cheerfully.
Both girls grunted and pushed away at the girl, who had no choice but to let go.
Not that she seemed any less cheerful, as both Sumire and the gunslinger simply turned away from each other, seemingly not wanting to fight anymore.
The white haired girl winked at Sumire's friend, who was wringing her hands silently, and nodded towards Sumire, before turning to stand besides the blonde.
"SORRY I'M LATE-!"
CRASH!
The ground shook- everyone's heads turned to watch a cerulean suit of armor-
Which vanished to reveal a dark haired girl scratching her head. "I would've called ahead but my cellphone broke," she shrugged, before raising her hands to show... "I've got the Doritos, though!"
"Finally!" yelled Sumire, "come on Sumiko, I'm hungry," she said, grabbing her friend by the arm and dragging her off.
The other three girls hurried to follow, all tension forgotten, "I've got the drinks!" added the white haired girl.
The blonde gave her guns a last spin before snapping her fingers, making them vanish. "And I've got the pizza."
"Hammerspace's so useful, am I right?"
"Oh, I got some new dice!" added armor girl, before asking "why couldn't we meet at your place, thought?"
"Nah," called back Sumire, "these streets are a labyrinth, even from the rooftops, so since you've never been there..."
"Ah, well, we could've run the campaign at my place?"
Sumiko looked back, "but you've got to see Sumire's place, she's got this giant pendulum in the living room."
"Wait, like Akemi Homura's supposed to have?" she asked, waving a pack of doritos.
"Yes!"
"Awesome. Can I ride it? I roll for acrobatics."
"Wait- don't actually roll a dice here-"
"WOOO!" cheered armor girl, "natural twenty! You've got to let me ride the pendulum now!"
"... I was going to," Sumire looked at the other girl, "if you had arrived on time, you'd be riding it right now."
"Noooo!" she lamented dramatically, "the unfairn-"
"DAMN IT!"
Every girl flinched and turned as one toward the white haired one, who had her fists clenched, looking despondent at the ground.
"... We could've used that roll."
...
Gunslinger girl palmed her face.
"Oh..."
"Sumireeeeeeee..." drawled another one, leaning against a wall. She lazily took a hand out of her pockets to grab at the annoyed pacing girl. "We promised we wouldn't start without a full party."
"We've been waiting like an hour!" snapped Sumire again, tugging at the red ribbon in her hair.
"Stop that, you'll mess up your hair- oh there we go," a sigh. "Come here you big baby, it's been ten minutes."
Sumire had the decency to look bashful and stay still as her friend pulled her ribbon free and re-tied her hair with it with practiced movements.
"Still," commented a blonde girl, amusing herself by spinning a gun with her fingers, "if she can't bother to call ahead we should just go. I know Madoka's followers can be stupidly patient, but I'm not wasting an hour standing around."
"Hey!" Sumire frowned, "lay off, OK?"
The gunslinger rolled her eyes. "Touchy, aren't we? Just saying it like it is. Madoka's girls can be soooooo annoying."
"Why don't you pick on something your own size, you Ojou wannabe?" a threatening step.
The blonde's eye twitched. She twirled her gun a couple more times before mirroring the other girl's advance. "You trying to say something, sweetheart?"
"Yeah," nodded Sumire, "I'm saying you either apologize to my friend or I'm gonna do so many wrong things to your face the kind Homura would never do..."
"Pfft, ha!" dismissed the other girl, "you know who you're talking to?" she asked spinning another gun into existance.
"Yeah, the girl who almost messed up our last run-"
"I'm the best shot in Kasamino-"
"Best shot my ass-"
"I'll put a bullet in the-"
"GIRLS!" barged in a white haired girl, suddenly standing in between the two fuming at each other- who startled as the intruder grabbed each one by an arm-
And then drew them close into a big hug.
"Now, now, you're both pretty, so no need to fight, am I right?" asserted the white haired girl cheerfully.
Both girls grunted and pushed away at the girl, who had no choice but to let go.
Not that she seemed any less cheerful, as both Sumire and the gunslinger simply turned away from each other, seemingly not wanting to fight anymore.
The white haired girl winked at Sumire's friend, who was wringing her hands silently, and nodded towards Sumire, before turning to stand besides the blonde.
"SORRY I'M LATE-!"
CRASH!
The ground shook- everyone's heads turned to watch a cerulean suit of armor-
Which vanished to reveal a dark haired girl scratching her head. "I would've called ahead but my cellphone broke," she shrugged, before raising her hands to show... "I've got the Doritos, though!"
"Finally!" yelled Sumire, "come on Sumiko, I'm hungry," she said, grabbing her friend by the arm and dragging her off.
The other three girls hurried to follow, all tension forgotten, "I've got the drinks!" added the white haired girl.
The blonde gave her guns a last spin before snapping her fingers, making them vanish. "And I've got the pizza."
"Hammerspace's so useful, am I right?"
"Oh, I got some new dice!" added armor girl, before asking "why couldn't we meet at your place, thought?"
"Nah," called back Sumire, "these streets are a labyrinth, even from the rooftops, so since you've never been there..."
"Ah, well, we could've run the campaign at my place?"
Sumiko looked back, "but you've got to see Sumire's place, she's got this giant pendulum in the living room."
"Wait, like Akemi Homura's supposed to have?" she asked, waving a pack of doritos.
"Yes!"
"Awesome. Can I ride it? I roll for acrobatics."
"Wait- don't actually roll a dice here-"
"WOOO!" cheered armor girl, "natural twenty! You've got to let me ride the pendulum now!"
"... I was going to," Sumire looked at the other girl, "if you had arrived on time, you'd be riding it right now."
"Noooo!" she lamented dramatically, "the unfairn-"
"DAMN IT!"
Every girl flinched and turned as one toward the white haired one, who had her fists clenched, looking despondent at the ground.
"... We could've used that roll."
...
Gunslinger girl palmed her face.
"Oh..."