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It is the Third Millennium. For more than ten years, the Grief-Empress of Megucakind has sat immobile upon the Obsidian Throne of Mitakihara. She is the salvation of meguca by the will of the goddess and overseer of a million cities by the might of her followers' inexhaustible magic. She is an empty shell controlled by a shattered gem, kept together by the powers of others. She is the Despairing Savior of the vast network of magical girls, for whom a hundred grief seeds are consumed each day, that she may never truly die.

Yet even in her deathless state, the Empress continues her vigilance. Magical girls go about their lives, their gems cleansed from afar by the Empress's arcane powers. Teams hunt down those that would harm the innocent in countless cities. Their comrades in arms are legion. Heroines of justice, hunters of witches, and roaming megucas, to name but a few. But for all their multitudes, they are barely enough to hold off the ever-present threat to humanity from Incubators, Witches, and the insane- and worse.

To be meguca in such times is to be one of countless thousands. Forget the power of magic and miracles, for so many wishes have been made pointless, never to be fulfilled. Forget the promises of hope and healing, for in the grim darkness of the near future, there is only despair. There is no happy ending for meguca, only an eternity of conflict and the laughter of thirsting Witches.


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It is the Third Millennium. For more than ten years, the Grief-Empress of Megucakind has sat immobile upon the Obsidian Throne of Mitakihara. She is the salvation of meguca by the will of the goddess and overseer of a million cities by the might of her followers' inexhaustible magic. She is an empty shell controlled by a shattered gem, kept together by the powers of others. She is the Despairing Savior of the vast network of magical girls, for whom a hundred grief seeds are consumed each day, that she may never truly die.

Yet even in her deathless state, the Empress continues her vigilance. Magical girls go about their lives, their gems cleansed from afar by the Empress's arcane powers. Teams hunt down those that would harm the innocent in countless cities. Their comrades in arms are legion. Heroines of justice, hunters of witches, and roaming megucas, to name but a few. But for all their multitudes, they are barely enough to hold off the ever-present threat to humanity from Incubators, Witches, and the insane- and worse.

To be meguca in such times is to be one of countless thousands. Forget the power of magic and miracles, for so many wishes have been made pointless, never to be fulfilled. Forget the promises of hope and healing, for in the grim darkness of the near future, there is only despair. There is no happy ending for meguca, only an eternity of conflict and the laughter of thirsting Witches.


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Very nice work, Ugo. Inquisitor Homura and her retinue approves.
 
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Ugolino said:
It is the Third Millennium. For more than ten years, the Grief-Empress of Megucakind has sat immobile upon the Obsidian Throne of Mitakihara. She is the salvation of meguca by the will of the goddess and overseer of a million cities by the might of her followers' inexhaustible magic. She is an empty shell controlled by a shattered gem, kept together by the powers of others. She is the Despairing Savior of the vast network of magical girls, for whom a hundred grief seeds are consumed each day, that she may never truly die.

Yet even in her deathless state, the Empress continues her vigilance. Magical girls go about their lives, their gems cleansed from afar by the Empress's arcane powers. Teams hunt down those that would harm the innocent in countless cities. Their comrades in arms are legion. Heroines of justice, hunters of witches, and roaming megucas, to name but a few. But for all their multitudes, they are barely enough to hold off the ever-present threat to humanity from Incubators, Witches, and the insane- and worse.

To be meguca in such times is to be one of countless thousands. Forget the power of magic and miracles, for so many wishes have been made pointless, never to be fulfilled. Forget the promises of hope and healing, for in the grim darkness of the near future, there is only despair. There is no happy ending for meguca, only an eternity of conflict and the laughter of thirsting Witches.


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I approve.
 
Because @Firnagzen and I are both very silly… Well, here's what happens when we make something together.
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Another time, and another place.

Within the lands of the Crab stand many tall, imposing castles. Such is the way of things for those who stand guard against the power of Jigoku. Weak walls and weak structures crumble, and cost lives when they break apart. But Kyuden Hida was far from weak, going a full ten stories in height of carved stone. It was an edifice of power and strength, of enduring the power of Hell itself.

Today, within Kyuden Hida, sit a rather unusual duo: A towering young warrior, armoured in the finest of steels, whose recent deeds have brought him glory and fame. Opposite him sits a slight figure, a white-haired girl dressed in unusual raiment hued in an unusual, deep navy blue.

"So…" Sabrina swirled her teacup, looking at the giant of a young man sitting before her. "I'm not sure why I'm here. Or where here is, actually."

"Like I said before," Sosuke responded, letting his own tea sit to cool a bit. "You are within the Empire of Rokugan… And you've yet to explain how exactly you're speaking my language. It's very odd."

The white-haired girl shrugged, and sipped placidly at her tea. "I know a lot of languages that I don't remember learning, to be honest. Japanese -that's what I know the language by- is one of them."

"Japanese?" Sosuke asked, confusion settling on his face. "That's… huh. I won't lie, I'm a bit perplexed you'd call proper Rokugani something like that." He shrugged. "But at least you can speak a proper language, unlike most gaijin. So you must have something going for you."

"Gaijin, huh," Sabrina muttered curiously. "Not an unusual sentiment, in the Japan I know… an interesting mirror of places, then."

Sosuke gave her a queer look before sipping his tea, enjoying the flavor as he tried to puzzle this girl out. She had appeared out of nowhere, falling from the sky. Right on top of him, actually.

Not that it had actually hurt, since the girl didn't weigh much of anything. But still, it had been quite startling. He had little experience with girls in general, much less white-haired ones that fell from the sky wearing distinctly unusual, if finely made, clothing.

"Where exactly do you come from, again?" Sosuke asked. "I don't believe you mentioned it."

"Most recently? Japan, and further than that I don't remember," Sabrina replied, shaking her head in annoyance.

"Again this Japan," Sosuke muttered. "I've never heard of a country like that… And we've got a map of the world around here somewhere. Mantis cartographer sketched it out."

Sabrina bounced lightly to her feet, and followed the giant of a young man as he led her to the finely calligraphed, if topologically unlikely, map.

"Here is Rokugan," Sosuke said, pointing at the mountainous region indicated. "Over here is the Senpet Empire… The Yodatai Empire… Across the ocean is Thrane... "

The white-haired girl frowned. "Well. This isn't any map that I recognize, or even any world I recognize. Have you circumnavigated the globe? Or at least I assume that this world is a globe, I wouldn't even be surprised at this point."

Sosuke blinked. "What? Are you sure you didn't hit your head too badly on my armor?"

Sabrina shrugged. "It wouldn't be the first time I woke up with a rather odd memory, but at least the last time this happened, my memories were relevant."

"The world is indeed round, for that is how it was created by the Sun and Moon," Sosuke said before running a hand through his long black hair, letting it fall behind him in waves. "But if you say you do not recognize the world… Are you implying you come from somewhere else?"

Sabrina flinched, twitching violently. "Gah! What the hell? But- hair?"

"What?" Sosuke said, backing away slightly from the strange, manic look the little gaijin girl was giving him. "What is the matter?"

"Is your surname Akemi, by any chance? Related to anyone by the name?" Sabrina asked, intent on the man.

"No…" Sosuke said slowly, still unnerved by the sudden shift in topic. "My family name is Hiruma."

"Hiruma, Hiruma…" Sabrina muttered to herself, heavy frown growing on her face. "No, you know what? I'm blaming Homura for this. Gotta be her fault."

Sosuke didn't properly know what to say to that. The girl appeared to have strange, sudden mood shifts and apparently was distracted by the oddest things. She wasn't normal, that was for sure. Even for gaijin, who were always strange. And she'd recovered fine from falling atop his armor from a great height… And it was rather spiky. That should have hurt, right?

Sabrina paced in a circle, thinking furiously, before coming to a sudden halt. "No, you know what, magic is as magic does. I'm not even surprised any more."

"I leave that sort of thing to the Shugenja," Sosuke said. "The ways of the kami are best left to those who speak to them."

"Shugenja," Sabrina mutters. "I take it they're your magi- oh, no. Mami." She rubbed tiredly at her face. "I hope she's OK without me… Do you know any Shugenja I can get in touch with?"

"An entire family of them," Sosuke said, a bit perturbed by yet another sudden mood shift from the girl. "The Kuni Family is thousands strong."

"A family of what," Sabrina replied blankly. "A thousand, wait, males as well as females?"

"The kami speak to whom they choose," Sosuke responded. "Gender makes no difference to the will of the Heavens."

"Dear gods you're far from home, Sabrina," the girl muttered to herself and stumped back over to the table, dropping gracelessly on to the cushion.

Sosuke fidgeted. This was awkward, and he was never the best conversationalist to begin with. Much less with girls. Much less with gaijin girls. What was he supposed to do here?

"Let's go back and make some fresh tea," he said, looking for anything to distract the air haired young woman. "We can determine what to do after we've refreshed a bit."

"Hm?" Sabrina reached for the teapot, and, noticing that it had gone cold, shrugged ambivalently. "Just heat it back up, you've got that fire over there."

Sosuke stared at her.

"I realize you are a foreigner," he said, his tone becoming very hard and serious. "But there is a proper way to do things, and myriad improper ways." He took the tea pot and stood up, emptying it outside. "When tea is cold, you make more tea. That is how civilized people act."

"Oh dear gods, you too?" Sabrina stared right back. "Mami, Oriko, Homura, and even in another world people are still going on about that?"

"Ah," Sosuke said, perking up. "So you do have people with proper manners where you are from!" He smiled before pouring some fresh water into the pot. "That gives me hope for this world of yours."

"Proper manne-" Sabrina choked off her words, and leapt to her feet, barreling blindly out of the room, crashing through a wall. Sosuke stared after her, dumbfounded.

"Foreigners are weird."

A/N: Yep. All this for a tea joke.
 
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If Sosuke ever visits Japan, and can see witches. He will pretty much feel like home.

...

Until he learns Jade can't harm witches.
 
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