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Yeah. Madoka's Wish.
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Yeah. Madoka's Wish.
The Narrator
Disembodied Voice
- Location
- Somewhere Offscreen
DB_Explorer
Purveyor of alternate realities.
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next time we do science... bring Homura have her snipe QB from a mile away with a anti-material rifle.
Sabrina: OK I'm done now
QB: Actually I had a question
Sabrina: No you don't *makes hand gesture or pulls out some signal*
QB: No I really d- *BOOM*
[A mile away]
QB: I really don't understand why you *-boom-boom-boom-*
[Homura unloads pistol into QB]
Sabrina: OK I'm done now
QB: Actually I had a question
Sabrina: No you don't *makes hand gesture or pulls out some signal*
QB: No I really d- *BOOM*
[A mile away]
QB: I really don't understand why you *-boom-boom-boom-*
[Homura unloads pistol into QB]
Onmur
Archangel of Nutella.
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Coming back to the active camouflage thing, I've been thinking of it as a concession that we could make in exchange for Kyubey actually being helpful for a change and putting us in contact with Kuroki and Nao. If he decides to play silly buggers and not put us in contact with Kuroki, then we can use it as a bargaining chip to induce him to.
"We Don't Go To Asunaro..." pt. 3
"I'm sorry!" you say, fretting at your lip. "I'm sorry, I didn't realise that would work like that. Are you OK?"
"I'm fine, I'm fine!" Mami says. She does sound like she's recovering from the surprise. "I'm fine, Sabrina, really. It was just- unexpected, and a bit weird. Though... It almost felt like you were here with me."
"I-" you shake your head. "Still, I'm sorry. At least I should have warned you or something before trying that."
"It's alright, Sabrina," Mami says, warm smile evident in her voice. Even with just the sensation transmitted over telepathy, you can't help but relax. "Did the test succeed, whatever it was?"
"It did, actually!" you say. "Um, I'm not disturbing your class, right?"
"No, no, it's a reading period right now," Mami responds.
"Ah, OK," you say. "Um, well, you know how I have that pesky range limit, right? I was thinking I could try maybe channelling my magic through your ribbons."
You can't help the blood rising to your face to stain your cheeks red. You'd intermingled bits of your soul with Mami's for a few seconds there.
"Oh. Oh!" You get the distinct impression of Mami's dawning understanding and ferocious blush, even over the telepathic link - she probably felt yours leaking over, too.
You cough, trying to fight the reddening on your cheeks. To no real avail, either. You do direct a glare at Kyuubey, though, flapping your hands at it in a gesture for it to stop staring. Not that it does you any good - it keeps its unblinking gaze on you.
"S-so, um, yeah," you manage. "Yeah. Um... Are you OK?"
"Ah, yes, I'm fine," Mami says. You can still hear the blush in her mental voice. "I'm- I'm glad it went well."
"Well, uh," you twiddle your fingers. "Uh... if you're alright with it, maybe we could try the experiment again later today? If you don't mind? I'm... hopeful about extending my range, with your help."
"Um- I'd be happy too!" Mami says, and you can feel the radiant smile from all the way over here.
"Alright," you say, smiling affectionately in return. "I'll let you get back to classes, and I'll see you soon, then."
"See you soon," Mami echoes.
You're smiling as you end the call, but the expression sours in a second as you meet Kyuubey's unblinking red stare. Madokami above, but it's... it's likeable, for what it is. For all your paranoia, it knows how to ingratiate itself. Then again, it's been dealing with humans for millennia. It's long since figured out the levers that make people tick.
Ah, well. You'll deal.
You hop to your feet, twisting from side to side and bouncing on your toes. "So, Kyuubey," you say. "Something you mentioned earlier struck me. Can magical girls die of biological old age? And we can heal telomere damage and other age-related problems?"
"Yes, to both," Kyuubey says. "It is possible for it to never occur to a magical girl that the damage of time can be healed."
"Ah," you say, rubbing your chin. "And Hideyoshi isn't old, right? I just wanna be sure."
"She isn't," Kyuubey agrees, rising to its feet and slinking towards you.
"Right," you say, pursing your lips. You stoop to grab the alien by the scruff of its neck and move it before it can get to you - it's not a cat, and it does not get to pretend to be an affectionate cat with you. You put it down firmly, away from you atop a crumbling brick divider, and step back to prop your fists on your hips.
"Right then," you say. "Can you put me in telepathic contact with Kuroki Matsuko and Hideyoshi Nao?"
"I possess the capability to do so," Kyuubeys responds. "But I will not."
"Why?" you ask, scowling at the Incubator.
"If I did that, then high demand magical girls would be inundated," Kyuubey says. "I think you would consider that a favourable outcome, but most don't."
And of course it prevents girls from easily reaching out for help. It lets people like Akiko gouge for using powers, because that's the only game in town. Artificial scarcity of the worst kind.
Damn.
"Right," you say. You can't stop the displeasure from leaking into your tone. "And you won't make an exception for me?"
"No," Kyuubey says, tail lashing slowly.
"Feh," you grunt in annoyance. Dammit, but that would have been too easy, wouldn't it? Then again... "But you're willing to advise me to go and see Miss Hideyoshi?"
"Yes," it says. "The situations are not comparable."
You grimace in annoyance. Damned rat. You'd argue, but you see no real point in it - you doubt you're going to change its mind like this, not without a long, protracted argument at the very least. Of course, there's about a snowball's chance in hell of it even happening even with said argument.
You sigh, putting the matter aside as you dig in your pocket to find your phone again, flipping it open to check the time. You can squeeze in a little more experimentation before heading to Kasamino, you decide. And it'd be more productive than talking to Kyuubey any more.
You stalk away from the little Incubator, moving to the opposite side of the yard as you extend your senses. Your Grief utility fog is definitely there, a faint sense of pressure on your senses, but you suspect it's something that can be gotten used to. You'll check with Kyouko when you get to Kasamino, first of all, and you'll need to give some consideration to whether you really want it to be your first impression to the Asunaro girls.
On the other hand, you can store a lot of Grief in the... In the cloud. Literal cloud storage. You flex your mind, dividing the Grief further. From microns, you split them down into nanometre scale particles, and with that kind of scale you have enough storage in the cloud for a fair number of Clear Seeds before you have to worry about hitting the limits.
You fold your legs and sit back on not-so-empty air, Grief condensing instantly to support you. Oh, you could definitely get used to this. Now...
Can you produce heat? Grief answers an effort of will, vibrating particles sizzling through the air to strike molecules. The air around your upraised hand noticeably warms, and you still the Grief before it reaches dangerous levels. Easy enough, given that thermal energy is little more than the motion of atoms and molecules.
Electricity and gravity are a different matter. You frown at the Grief you can't see, scowling across the yard. Kyuubey appears to have scampered off somewhere, and good riddance to it, really. You... suppose you could try and manipulate individual electrons to create current, theoretically, but electrons aren't really proper, solid things. Quantum physics and all.
You spend a few minutes attempting to corral electrons to create current, gazing outward with your powers rather than seeing the sandy ground in front of you. To no real avail. You're not sure whether you're actually doing anything, even, rather than just moving Grief nanoparticles around.
Gravity is right out. You simply don't have the mass to do it.
Two more quick tests, then, the first being...
You stand, reaching under your coat and 'withdrawing' one of your warhammers. You toss it in one hand, letting it wheel a full circle before catching it by the handle and flipping it into the air. It soars straight up, spinning end over end, and you shade your eyes against the sun as you follow it.
Of course, you don't actually have to see it when you can feel it with the nano particles of Grief, and if you can feel it, then you can catch it.
A twist of will, and Grief bands blossom out of the air in an instant, locking the hammer in place. It hangs high in the air, suspended by manacles of deep purple, and you grin.
Anyone who enters your zone of control is now even more screwed than before. Not that they weren't previously, of course, but hey.
You check your phone again. Time to go, you reckon.
"Kyuubey, you still around?" you call, looking around.
"Yes," it responds in its childlike voice. You sense its body appear out of thin air by the Grief nanoparticles displaced - behind you. You're already turning to face it. No Batman arrival for it!
"Right," you say. "I'm heading to Kasamino. For now, I'm going to see whether I can do visual camouflage of my flying platform below, can you verify it for me?"
"Certainly," Kyuubey says. You've already turned away from it, drawing in Grief from the cloud. You build your mobile oppression fortress, but you don't leave it the deep, rippling purple of Grief. You build layers of tiny, tiny scales, drawing inspiration from nature: Butterfly wings aren't actually coloured. There's no pigment in them, but they're beautifully colourful anyway because millions of years of evolution has resulted in nanoscale structures reflecting light into interferometric patterns that create brilliant colours.
Your Grief shades from its natural mottled purple to a deep red, then orange and yellow and green and finally blue as you fine tune it. You squint up at the sky, trying to match the colour.
"Vary the primary branches up by twenty-seven nanometers," Kyuubey suggests, eyes gleaming as it prowls around you. "Double the length of the trunks to present better radar absorption."
You follow the advice, and nod in satisfaction as the colour shifts to a perfect sky-blue. If Kyuubey's good for something...
"Cool. Thanks, Kyuubey. See you whenever," you say, brushing past it and striding for the platform. You're already scaling over your remaining Grief spheres, the stuff that you're using to carry cargo and therefore isn't in the cloud. Does no good to colour your Mobile Oppression Fortress if you're still being chased by a swarm of Grief blobs, right?
You take right off into the sky without a backward look, soaring into a beautifully clear blue expanse. Kyuubey is a bother to talk to because you have to be mindful of everything you say, every single word. Up here... well, Kyuubey could probably follow you if it had a mind to, but for now, it's peaceful.
Arrowing out across the river, you soak in the breathtaking view. Sunlight glitters off the river, the white v-shape of a boat's wake cutting across the water as you sweep past the bridge. Once, you jumped the river - you'd had to. Now, you fly.
"Hey, Kyouko!" you reach out via telepathy. "I'm on my way over right now. Where shall I meet you?"
"Mmmrfzlckff."
You blink, and check your phone again for the time. A minute past nine. Well... she doesn't go to school, you suppose, so there's that.
"... Yuma?" you try instead.
"Good morning, Sabrina," Yuma whispers to you. "Big sis is still asleep."
"Yeah, I figured," you say. "Hmm. Where are you?"
"We're at Conrad Hotel," Yuma whispers. "Twenty-eighth floor. Yuma will try to wake big sis?"
"Hunh," you say. "Right. No rush on the waking. I... guess I'll head on over."
You do more than that - you stop by a cafe, one with the shortest queue you could find to pick up take-away breakfast. Conrad Hotel is easy enough to find from the giant sign, and once you get in range, you home right in on their Soul Gem presences. By the time you're tapping on the window, Kyouko's sitting up on the bed and rubbing her eyes.
Her hair is impressively dishevelled, strands and tufts sticking out at odd angles.
Yuma notices you first, bouncing off the bed with a cheerful smile for you as she unlocks the window to let you into the opulently furnished room. Probably a five-star hotel, if you're any judge. Kyouko gives you a baleful, sleep-addled glare before wordlessly stalking over to the bathroom. She pauses at the door, turning to frown at you.
"Are y' doing anything weird with your powers?" she asks, perplexity evident in her furrowed brow.
"Uh... a little, yeah," you say. "I've dispersed my Grief into the air rather than carry it around with me. I wanted to ask, actually, Kyouko, Yuma - is it noticeable? Or offputting?"
"It's kinda there," Kyouko says. "Like someone on the opposite side o' the room farted. Hardly notice it, but the stink is there."
She slams the bathroom door behind her, and you hear running water in the sink a few minutes later.
You laugh, and put the takeaway on the table. "'morning, Yuma," you say. "What do you think?"
"Good morning! Um... Yuma wouldn't have noticed if Sabrina didn't point it out," Yuma says, giving you a shy smile. Her eyes dart towards the steaming box.
You wave her towards the table. "Go ahead," you say, grinning. "How are you?"
"Yuma is hungry!" the green haired girl squeaks as she hurries over to the table, pulling the box open to discover western-style breakfast: lots of eggs, bread, butter, bacon and sausages.
"Yeah, I'd imagine," you say, watching as she pulls a paper plate out of the box and piles it high. "All good on Grief Seeds?"
Yuma goes quiet, her busy fork stilling. "Yuma thinks you should ask big sis."
"Alright," you say, hiding your grimace. A bit of a rhetorical question, given that you can sense both her and Kyouko's Soul Gems, but you'd wanted to make conversation. And the answer to that is that no, not really. They're both clean, ish, but they don't have any Grief Seeds to spare, either.
You watch as Yuma starts to eat, the shadow that fell over her face dissipating as she digs in with happy noises.
"So," you say, grinning. "How was the meeting with Sayaka yesterday? Uh, Miss Miki."
"Miss Miki seems like a nice person!" Yuma says around a mouthful of bacon. "She was very angry at first, but big sis talked to her and then they sparred!" She leans in to confide in you. "She lost, of course."
You snort. "Well, yeah, your big sis has been a magical girl for years. Sayaka's been a magical girl for days."
Yuma nods enthusiastically, messy hair flopping everywhere. "Miss Miki was very worried about Yuma! She wanted to know whether big sis was taking care of Yuma."
"Yeah, she's a good person," you agree. "Did Kyouko and Sayaka get along?"
"Yuma thinks so!" Yuma says. "Miss Miki was suspicious, but big sis insulted you and then-" Her eyes go huge, and she clamps her jaw shut.
"... I suppose I deserve that," you say with an amused and not terribly graceful snort. You can laugh at yourself, at least.
Kyouko chooses this moment to emerge from the bathroom, her hair still hanging loose but considerably tidier than it was earlier. Her eyes zero in on the food like heatseeking missiles. "Hey!"
"I got more than enough," you say, rolling your eyes. "Yuma hasn't even hit half of it yet."
Kyouko gives you a half-hearted glare and hurries over to the table to load up her own plate. "Thought I said not before nine."
You arch an eyebrow and point at the digital clock on the dresser, displaying the time prominently at nine twenty-two.
Kyouko scowls at you and digs into the food.
Voting opens
[] Sayaka's lessons
- [] Scheduling
-- [] Telepathy Sayaka for schedule
-- [] In the evenings
-- [] Daily
-- [] Weekends
- [] Payment
-- [] Clear Seed
-- [] Cleansings
-- [] Cash
-- [] Gold
- [] Shipping
[] Anything else to talk to Kyouko about?
[] Keep the utility fog, or get rid of it?
[] Head to Asunaro
- [] How do you present yourself?
[] Write-in (word count limit: 150 words)
The next update will probably bring you to Asunaro.
"I'm fine, I'm fine!" Mami says. She does sound like she's recovering from the surprise. "I'm fine, Sabrina, really. It was just- unexpected, and a bit weird. Though... It almost felt like you were here with me."
"I-" you shake your head. "Still, I'm sorry. At least I should have warned you or something before trying that."
"It's alright, Sabrina," Mami says, warm smile evident in her voice. Even with just the sensation transmitted over telepathy, you can't help but relax. "Did the test succeed, whatever it was?"
"It did, actually!" you say. "Um, I'm not disturbing your class, right?"
"No, no, it's a reading period right now," Mami responds.
"Ah, OK," you say. "Um, well, you know how I have that pesky range limit, right? I was thinking I could try maybe channelling my magic through your ribbons."
You can't help the blood rising to your face to stain your cheeks red. You'd intermingled bits of your soul with Mami's for a few seconds there.
"Oh. Oh!" You get the distinct impression of Mami's dawning understanding and ferocious blush, even over the telepathic link - she probably felt yours leaking over, too.
You cough, trying to fight the reddening on your cheeks. To no real avail, either. You do direct a glare at Kyuubey, though, flapping your hands at it in a gesture for it to stop staring. Not that it does you any good - it keeps its unblinking gaze on you.
"S-so, um, yeah," you manage. "Yeah. Um... Are you OK?"
"Ah, yes, I'm fine," Mami says. You can still hear the blush in her mental voice. "I'm- I'm glad it went well."
"Well, uh," you twiddle your fingers. "Uh... if you're alright with it, maybe we could try the experiment again later today? If you don't mind? I'm... hopeful about extending my range, with your help."
"Um- I'd be happy too!" Mami says, and you can feel the radiant smile from all the way over here.
"Alright," you say, smiling affectionately in return. "I'll let you get back to classes, and I'll see you soon, then."
"See you soon," Mami echoes.
You're smiling as you end the call, but the expression sours in a second as you meet Kyuubey's unblinking red stare. Madokami above, but it's... it's likeable, for what it is. For all your paranoia, it knows how to ingratiate itself. Then again, it's been dealing with humans for millennia. It's long since figured out the levers that make people tick.
Ah, well. You'll deal.
You hop to your feet, twisting from side to side and bouncing on your toes. "So, Kyuubey," you say. "Something you mentioned earlier struck me. Can magical girls die of biological old age? And we can heal telomere damage and other age-related problems?"
"Yes, to both," Kyuubey says. "It is possible for it to never occur to a magical girl that the damage of time can be healed."
"Ah," you say, rubbing your chin. "And Hideyoshi isn't old, right? I just wanna be sure."
"She isn't," Kyuubey agrees, rising to its feet and slinking towards you.
"Right," you say, pursing your lips. You stoop to grab the alien by the scruff of its neck and move it before it can get to you - it's not a cat, and it does not get to pretend to be an affectionate cat with you. You put it down firmly, away from you atop a crumbling brick divider, and step back to prop your fists on your hips.
"Right then," you say. "Can you put me in telepathic contact with Kuroki Matsuko and Hideyoshi Nao?"
"I possess the capability to do so," Kyuubeys responds. "But I will not."
"Why?" you ask, scowling at the Incubator.
"If I did that, then high demand magical girls would be inundated," Kyuubey says. "I think you would consider that a favourable outcome, but most don't."
And of course it prevents girls from easily reaching out for help. It lets people like Akiko gouge for using powers, because that's the only game in town. Artificial scarcity of the worst kind.
Damn.
"Right," you say. You can't stop the displeasure from leaking into your tone. "And you won't make an exception for me?"
"No," Kyuubey says, tail lashing slowly.
"Feh," you grunt in annoyance. Dammit, but that would have been too easy, wouldn't it? Then again... "But you're willing to advise me to go and see Miss Hideyoshi?"
"Yes," it says. "The situations are not comparable."
You grimace in annoyance. Damned rat. You'd argue, but you see no real point in it - you doubt you're going to change its mind like this, not without a long, protracted argument at the very least. Of course, there's about a snowball's chance in hell of it even happening even with said argument.
You sigh, putting the matter aside as you dig in your pocket to find your phone again, flipping it open to check the time. You can squeeze in a little more experimentation before heading to Kasamino, you decide. And it'd be more productive than talking to Kyuubey any more.
You stalk away from the little Incubator, moving to the opposite side of the yard as you extend your senses. Your Grief utility fog is definitely there, a faint sense of pressure on your senses, but you suspect it's something that can be gotten used to. You'll check with Kyouko when you get to Kasamino, first of all, and you'll need to give some consideration to whether you really want it to be your first impression to the Asunaro girls.
On the other hand, you can store a lot of Grief in the... In the cloud. Literal cloud storage. You flex your mind, dividing the Grief further. From microns, you split them down into nanometre scale particles, and with that kind of scale you have enough storage in the cloud for a fair number of Clear Seeds before you have to worry about hitting the limits.
You fold your legs and sit back on not-so-empty air, Grief condensing instantly to support you. Oh, you could definitely get used to this. Now...
Can you produce heat? Grief answers an effort of will, vibrating particles sizzling through the air to strike molecules. The air around your upraised hand noticeably warms, and you still the Grief before it reaches dangerous levels. Easy enough, given that thermal energy is little more than the motion of atoms and molecules.
Electricity and gravity are a different matter. You frown at the Grief you can't see, scowling across the yard. Kyuubey appears to have scampered off somewhere, and good riddance to it, really. You... suppose you could try and manipulate individual electrons to create current, theoretically, but electrons aren't really proper, solid things. Quantum physics and all.
You spend a few minutes attempting to corral electrons to create current, gazing outward with your powers rather than seeing the sandy ground in front of you. To no real avail. You're not sure whether you're actually doing anything, even, rather than just moving Grief nanoparticles around.
Gravity is right out. You simply don't have the mass to do it.
Two more quick tests, then, the first being...
You stand, reaching under your coat and 'withdrawing' one of your warhammers. You toss it in one hand, letting it wheel a full circle before catching it by the handle and flipping it into the air. It soars straight up, spinning end over end, and you shade your eyes against the sun as you follow it.
Of course, you don't actually have to see it when you can feel it with the nano particles of Grief, and if you can feel it, then you can catch it.
A twist of will, and Grief bands blossom out of the air in an instant, locking the hammer in place. It hangs high in the air, suspended by manacles of deep purple, and you grin.
Anyone who enters your zone of control is now even more screwed than before. Not that they weren't previously, of course, but hey.
You check your phone again. Time to go, you reckon.
"Kyuubey, you still around?" you call, looking around.
"Yes," it responds in its childlike voice. You sense its body appear out of thin air by the Grief nanoparticles displaced - behind you. You're already turning to face it. No Batman arrival for it!
"Right," you say. "I'm heading to Kasamino. For now, I'm going to see whether I can do visual camouflage of my flying platform below, can you verify it for me?"
"Certainly," Kyuubey says. You've already turned away from it, drawing in Grief from the cloud. You build your mobile oppression fortress, but you don't leave it the deep, rippling purple of Grief. You build layers of tiny, tiny scales, drawing inspiration from nature: Butterfly wings aren't actually coloured. There's no pigment in them, but they're beautifully colourful anyway because millions of years of evolution has resulted in nanoscale structures reflecting light into interferometric patterns that create brilliant colours.
Your Grief shades from its natural mottled purple to a deep red, then orange and yellow and green and finally blue as you fine tune it. You squint up at the sky, trying to match the colour.
"Vary the primary branches up by twenty-seven nanometers," Kyuubey suggests, eyes gleaming as it prowls around you. "Double the length of the trunks to present better radar absorption."
You follow the advice, and nod in satisfaction as the colour shifts to a perfect sky-blue. If Kyuubey's good for something...
"Cool. Thanks, Kyuubey. See you whenever," you say, brushing past it and striding for the platform. You're already scaling over your remaining Grief spheres, the stuff that you're using to carry cargo and therefore isn't in the cloud. Does no good to colour your Mobile Oppression Fortress if you're still being chased by a swarm of Grief blobs, right?
You take right off into the sky without a backward look, soaring into a beautifully clear blue expanse. Kyuubey is a bother to talk to because you have to be mindful of everything you say, every single word. Up here... well, Kyuubey could probably follow you if it had a mind to, but for now, it's peaceful.
Arrowing out across the river, you soak in the breathtaking view. Sunlight glitters off the river, the white v-shape of a boat's wake cutting across the water as you sweep past the bridge. Once, you jumped the river - you'd had to. Now, you fly.
"Hey, Kyouko!" you reach out via telepathy. "I'm on my way over right now. Where shall I meet you?"
"Mmmrfzlckff."
You blink, and check your phone again for the time. A minute past nine. Well... she doesn't go to school, you suppose, so there's that.
"... Yuma?" you try instead.
"Good morning, Sabrina," Yuma whispers to you. "Big sis is still asleep."
"Yeah, I figured," you say. "Hmm. Where are you?"
"We're at Conrad Hotel," Yuma whispers. "Twenty-eighth floor. Yuma will try to wake big sis?"
"Hunh," you say. "Right. No rush on the waking. I... guess I'll head on over."
You do more than that - you stop by a cafe, one with the shortest queue you could find to pick up take-away breakfast. Conrad Hotel is easy enough to find from the giant sign, and once you get in range, you home right in on their Soul Gem presences. By the time you're tapping on the window, Kyouko's sitting up on the bed and rubbing her eyes.
Her hair is impressively dishevelled, strands and tufts sticking out at odd angles.
Yuma notices you first, bouncing off the bed with a cheerful smile for you as she unlocks the window to let you into the opulently furnished room. Probably a five-star hotel, if you're any judge. Kyouko gives you a baleful, sleep-addled glare before wordlessly stalking over to the bathroom. She pauses at the door, turning to frown at you.
"Are y' doing anything weird with your powers?" she asks, perplexity evident in her furrowed brow.
"Uh... a little, yeah," you say. "I've dispersed my Grief into the air rather than carry it around with me. I wanted to ask, actually, Kyouko, Yuma - is it noticeable? Or offputting?"
"It's kinda there," Kyouko says. "Like someone on the opposite side o' the room farted. Hardly notice it, but the stink is there."
She slams the bathroom door behind her, and you hear running water in the sink a few minutes later.
You laugh, and put the takeaway on the table. "'morning, Yuma," you say. "What do you think?"
"Good morning! Um... Yuma wouldn't have noticed if Sabrina didn't point it out," Yuma says, giving you a shy smile. Her eyes dart towards the steaming box.
You wave her towards the table. "Go ahead," you say, grinning. "How are you?"
"Yuma is hungry!" the green haired girl squeaks as she hurries over to the table, pulling the box open to discover western-style breakfast: lots of eggs, bread, butter, bacon and sausages.
"Yeah, I'd imagine," you say, watching as she pulls a paper plate out of the box and piles it high. "All good on Grief Seeds?"
Yuma goes quiet, her busy fork stilling. "Yuma thinks you should ask big sis."
"Alright," you say, hiding your grimace. A bit of a rhetorical question, given that you can sense both her and Kyouko's Soul Gems, but you'd wanted to make conversation. And the answer to that is that no, not really. They're both clean, ish, but they don't have any Grief Seeds to spare, either.
You watch as Yuma starts to eat, the shadow that fell over her face dissipating as she digs in with happy noises.
"So," you say, grinning. "How was the meeting with Sayaka yesterday? Uh, Miss Miki."
"Miss Miki seems like a nice person!" Yuma says around a mouthful of bacon. "She was very angry at first, but big sis talked to her and then they sparred!" She leans in to confide in you. "She lost, of course."
You snort. "Well, yeah, your big sis has been a magical girl for years. Sayaka's been a magical girl for days."
Yuma nods enthusiastically, messy hair flopping everywhere. "Miss Miki was very worried about Yuma! She wanted to know whether big sis was taking care of Yuma."
"Yeah, she's a good person," you agree. "Did Kyouko and Sayaka get along?"
"Yuma thinks so!" Yuma says. "Miss Miki was suspicious, but big sis insulted you and then-" Her eyes go huge, and she clamps her jaw shut.
"... I suppose I deserve that," you say with an amused and not terribly graceful snort. You can laugh at yourself, at least.
Kyouko chooses this moment to emerge from the bathroom, her hair still hanging loose but considerably tidier than it was earlier. Her eyes zero in on the food like heatseeking missiles. "Hey!"
"I got more than enough," you say, rolling your eyes. "Yuma hasn't even hit half of it yet."
Kyouko gives you a half-hearted glare and hurries over to the table to load up her own plate. "Thought I said not before nine."
You arch an eyebrow and point at the digital clock on the dresser, displaying the time prominently at nine twenty-two.
Kyouko scowls at you and digs into the food.
Voting opens
[] Sayaka's lessons
- [] Scheduling
-- [] Telepathy Sayaka for schedule
-- [] In the evenings
-- [] Daily
-- [] Weekends
- [] Payment
-- [] Clear Seed
-- [] Cleansings
-- [] Cash
-- [] Gold
- [] Shipping
[] Anything else to talk to Kyouko about?
[] Keep the utility fog, or get rid of it?
[] Head to Asunaro
- [] How do you present yourself?
[] Write-in (word count limit: 150 words)
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The next update will probably bring you to Asunaro.
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AnonymousRabbit
Rabbit Faced
Oh boy Asunaro! We're going to make a lot of friends! We are, right?
The fact magical girls don't age would they consider being a magical girl worth all the risks?
Beauty is a big thing no matter how much they should be their selves.
Just a little disappointed that there's no ancient magical girls, would like see them give Sabrina a run for her money due to their experience and skills.
Beauty is a big thing no matter how much they should be their selves.
Just a little disappointed that there's no ancient magical girls, would like see them give Sabrina a run for her money due to their experience and skills.
- Location
- The Surface Of A Hostile Planet
QB being able to casually observe nanoscale structures from a distance adds quite a bit of weight to the "essentially omniscient" assumption we've been working with.
- Location
- Illinois
KA! WA! IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII!
... I feel like what I posted leaked through XD
Xexilf
Oblivion Sempiternum Daemonis
SaltyWaffles
I am dissapoint, son
- Pronouns
- He/Him
Kyouko and Yuma continue to be adorable. Especially Yuma. Good god, she's the most adorable character in this quest by far.
Good thinking on Sabrina's part: when in doubt, bring them food.
And that Sabrina/Mami moment! Beautiful.
Question, though: if Kyubey wants us to get in touch with Hideyoshi (sp?), but won't connect us telepathically or even tell us who we know that could get us in contact with her, how exactly does he expect us to enlist her services any time soon?
Good thinking on Sabrina's part: when in doubt, bring them food.
And that Sabrina/Mami moment! Beautiful.
Question, though: if Kyubey wants us to get in touch with Hideyoshi (sp?), but won't connect us telepathically or even tell us who we know that could get us in contact with her, how exactly does he expect us to enlist her services any time soon?
Vebyast
Nascent Transhuman
*squints suspiciously* I'm pretty sure I just heard something more like "...Do you want to go another round?".
Karnewarrior
Leastmost of the Hanged Man Arcana
Sayaka and Kyouko approved of each other's "Fuck Sabrina"'s.
Also Yuma and Koko a cyoot.
Coobie stops being helpful. Not big surprise. Terribly disappointing though.
And the soul thing continues to be cute or more accurately, just the right color of cute to really make me want to write lewd fanfic.
Also Yuma and Koko a cyoot.
Coobie stops being helpful. Not big surprise. Terribly disappointing though.
And the soul thing continues to be cute or more accurately, just the right color of cute to really make me want to write lewd fanfic.
BlackoutSampler
So Easily Forgotten
I would assume Coobs was planning on lead us to her directly. Play GPS for our MOF. He certainly has the tone for it.
"turn right in 500 Meters"
"Turn Left in 1.6 Kiliometers"
"Stop here for a Contract Break."
"Turn around and stop despairing in 400 Meters"
"Destination has Witched, Recalculating"
Onmur
Archangel of Nutella.
Um... did you miss the part where we can do almost the same?
Plus, Sabrina's Hammer doesn't have special bling moves because we haven't really focused on it. I'm sure we could become better at hammering things in various ways if we put in the time... Time we don't have.
Hey! I'm pretty sure most people who enter Sabrina's range aren't screwed. Not like she's a bad girl.
Most people who enter her range are more likely to be saved.
Oh, yes. We had to. Totally.
- Location
- UK
- Pronouns
- They/Them
Got massive BTVS vibes from the start. When magic was adorably used as a metaphor for sex, not the later hamfisted after school special-esque attempt to liken it to drugs.
QB was interesting, wonder how Mami would feel to hear we've talked to it.
It's a shame Kyouko doesn't trust Sabrina enough to come to her with grief seed problems.
QB was interesting, wonder how Mami would feel to hear we've talked to it.
It's a shame Kyouko doesn't trust Sabrina enough to come to her with grief seed problems.
- Location
- The Outer Plane Of Munchkinry.
Or he could be doing the Tattletale thing where he uses deduction to tell what they look like.
Onmur
Archangel of Nutella.
Wait a second...
"We Don't Go To Asunaro..."
"We Don't Go To Asunaro..."
"We Don't Go To Asunaro..."
...
WE'RE ABOUT TO ENTER A PARADOX!
"We Don't Go To Asunaro..."
"We Don't Go To Asunaro..."
"We Don't Go To Asunaro..."
...
WE'RE ABOUT TO ENTER A PARADOX!
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Madou Sutegobana
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- Location
- Twin Realms Mandala
My impression of this statement is that magical girls age unless they conceive of aging as a thing that should be healed.
- Location
- Germany
Answr : he is not. He wants us to do that the hard way. Remember, in the long run, he is not on our side.
As to the 'Elder Puella Magica' thing... where did anyone state they do not exist?
I think they would be a) ruthless B) hopelessly paranoid c) very vew inbetween.
Sort of like V: tM Elder vampires. Fubctional paranoiacs holed up somewhere they think of as sfe, going through the motions or having some weird , consuming hobbies.
Basically like... witches who are not having familliars, barriers or somesuch. Almost, but not fully insane.