- Location
- California
Fake edit: it seems that if I edit stuff inside your quote it does not count as part of my message, oh well.
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Puella Magi Adfligo Systema
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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?
Onmur
Archangel of Nutella.
FAKE EDIT before posting: No, this is not a thing. Just brain damage. 
You know, maybe Oriko would like working on some sort of politics, normal or meguca politics. Maybe she'll be one of the gucas helping other gucas on the legal side of things...
It wouldn't surprise me if she up and tried something else, though. She might dream of making the world a better place, but it was her father's dream first. We should ask her whether she'd like to try other things. Once she get her freedom back.
To be perfectly balanced, I'll give Oriko a 50% chance of going into some sort of politics; I'd doubt we'll actually make her world empress, for many reasons, one of which being momura's rather firm and gunpowdery objections; though she did help talking with the Pleiades about what to do with Hijiri...
Negotiatior Oriko could be a thing... It's our turn now, though. Hope we can push past Riona's probably-intentional or at least not caring rudeness, and find a way to get along. Gotta find the middle point of the give-and-take.
... But imagine Oriko and Kirika, completely randomly deciding to become idols together.
"... I had long thought of going into politics, but as it turned out, turning my back on my father's dreams was the best decision of my life."
"Fucking A!"
"Language, dear."
"But I use the word 'fuck' at least three time in each of my songs."
"But you're not singing right now, are you?"
"I guess..."
"... Sabrina?"
Said girl looks up from the TV, to regard the girl at her side with a 'hmmm?', only for her deep blue eyes to meet Mami's honey ones shining with intensity.
"You know, Oriko and Kirika are having a blast with their idol career."
"I'm happy for them!"
"Me too, of course. You know, I wanted to be an idol at some point."
"You told me about it, yes..."
"How long did you say until you and Sayaka manage to boostrap her powers into 'physical goodhood'?"
"You mean how long until you and I don't need to handle the every day meguca helping thing?"
"It's almost like you read my mind."
"Almost."
Sabrina's fingers slide across Mami's scalp, the blonde sighing softly and resting her head on the taller girl's shoulder, eyes closed.
"We're gonna need a duo name."
"What about-"
"Shush," a delicate finger on Sabrina's lips cut her suggestion short, "I'm picking the name."
Only after five seconds did the blonde remove her finger, allowing Sabrina to answer.
"Yes, Mami," she nodded wisely, before humming. Seeing one of Mami's eyes open to stare up in curiosity, she elaborated. "This is fortuitous; I was thinking we needed a change of genre, you know, to shake things up a bit."
Mami stared for a moment, before giggling and cuddling closer to the other girl.
"Oh, Sabrina..."
Therefore started the next stage of their lives. A single random choice by a friend bringing up an old yearning, and from there on, battle wouldn't be raged against enemies on the battlefield, nor across the negotiation table, but rather, competition would flourish amongst friends, on the stage...
You know, maybe Oriko would like working on some sort of politics, normal or meguca politics. Maybe she'll be one of the gucas helping other gucas on the legal side of things...
It wouldn't surprise me if she up and tried something else, though. She might dream of making the world a better place, but it was her father's dream first. We should ask her whether she'd like to try other things. Once she get her freedom back.
To be perfectly balanced, I'll give Oriko a 50% chance of going into some sort of politics; I'd doubt we'll actually make her world empress, for many reasons, one of which being momura's rather firm and gunpowdery objections; though she did help talking with the Pleiades about what to do with Hijiri...
Negotiatior Oriko could be a thing... It's our turn now, though. Hope we can push past Riona's probably-intentional or at least not caring rudeness, and find a way to get along. Gotta find the middle point of the give-and-take.
... But imagine Oriko and Kirika, completely randomly deciding to become idols together.
"... I had long thought of going into politics, but as it turned out, turning my back on my father's dreams was the best decision of my life."
"Fucking A!"
"Language, dear."
"But I use the word 'fuck' at least three time in each of my songs."
"But you're not singing right now, are you?"
"I guess..."
"... Sabrina?"
Said girl looks up from the TV, to regard the girl at her side with a 'hmmm?', only for her deep blue eyes to meet Mami's honey ones shining with intensity.
"You know, Oriko and Kirika are having a blast with their idol career."
"I'm happy for them!"
"Me too, of course. You know, I wanted to be an idol at some point."
"You told me about it, yes..."
"How long did you say until you and Sayaka manage to boostrap her powers into 'physical goodhood'?"
"You mean how long until you and I don't need to handle the every day meguca helping thing?"
"It's almost like you read my mind."
"Almost."
Sabrina's fingers slide across Mami's scalp, the blonde sighing softly and resting her head on the taller girl's shoulder, eyes closed.
"We're gonna need a duo name."
"What about-"
"Shush," a delicate finger on Sabrina's lips cut her suggestion short, "I'm picking the name."
Only after five seconds did the blonde remove her finger, allowing Sabrina to answer.
"Yes, Mami," she nodded wisely, before humming. Seeing one of Mami's eyes open to stare up in curiosity, she elaborated. "This is fortuitous; I was thinking we needed a change of genre, you know, to shake things up a bit."
Mami stared for a moment, before giggling and cuddling closer to the other girl.
"Oh, Sabrina..."
Therefore started the next stage of their lives. A single random choice by a friend bringing up an old yearning, and from there on, battle wouldn't be raged against enemies on the battlefield, nor across the negotiation table, but rather, competition would flourish amongst friends, on the stage...
Puella Magi Musicis Bellum
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I reckon if we can get Homura to accept Oriko moving around freely we can probably get her to accept Oriko holding political office. Oriko probably makes more sense as an advisor then an administrator or public figure though. Precognition would be wasted on project management and public speaking.
The Narrator
Disembodied Voice
- Location
- Somewhere Offscreen
"Daughter/Slave of the Mage/Deciever Lyrical War"?
- Location
- California
It's totally a thing! You use it when you're either doing a long post so you put notes down which most edits are (which now that I think about it could be covered by an index),or, you've completed a post but you see something wrong with it and you want people to know you've edited it!FAKE EDIT before posting: No, this is not a thing. Just brain damage.
That's already technically a thing considering we had Oriko do that with uh... that magical girl that thought her friends greif seed was a clear one?
Yeah, that one. Fake edit: her name is Airi.
Well, if we find a magical amplifier* magical girl, I think that our control enchantment plus Tsurya Yuki's power (assuming she gets a much weaker version outside of keyed areas) could lead to her being able to control everything around her with virtually no effort. Now that I think about it maybe we should do that as a collabration?
Us giving an entire building the control enchantment keyed to her so that Yuki can control it even more easily? Maybe the one that's going to be in Mikitihara?
EDIT:Maybe the day before Walpurgisnacht attacks so we won't have to reapply it everyday?
*amplifier in this case meaning that if something had a durability enchantment and the girl amplified it it would spread to other things.
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- Location
- USA, Midworld world line
"Cultural Appropriation Maidens." Sounds legit. lol!
Certainly would be a path. There are paths in profusion, surety, variety! Our limits are currently development time and delegation scope, IMHO. If we get those, we can trade on our existing resources to do almost anything. Sabrina - the busiest girl in Quest business.
Speaking of which, I noted the attempt to telepathy Niko is sliding back. Before we get obligated further....
- Location
- California
Does anyone have a complete list of Sayaka's copied abilities?
I need it so I can judge how close she is to physical godhood (and maybe make some cool combos).
Of course, I know she can already spread over a large area and rain down divine judgement on those who dare break The Law, using clones, flight, super vision, invisibility, and lightning. But I do not know the full scope of her powers.
I need it so I can judge how close she is to physical godhood (and maybe make some cool combos).
Of course, I know she can already spread over a large area and rain down divine judgement on those who dare break The Law, using clones, flight, super vision, invisibility, and lightning. But I do not know the full scope of her powers.
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- Location
- The Surface Of A Hostile Planet
It's in the day planner. Link on Page 1.
Onmur
Archangel of Nutella.
I was going for 'musical wars', but reaaaaally needed to go to sleep, so I didn't spend too long trying to make the latin work, and went with what google translate gave me.
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Point Insertion pt. 19
... charming.
Well, Nadia did warn you she was kind of antisocial. Though from your first impression she's not so much antisocial as she is antisocial. You're not sure whether she likes people or not, but she certainly has an effect rather akin to antimatter on a conversation. Socially speaking, of course, and you have no idea where this analogy is going.
She just had a long flight. She flew across the world to ask you, personally this question. You can excuse a bit of discourtesy right now.
You don't know how to answer her question, rudeness aside. And you might as well admit that, but you don't think she'd like that answer much. You debate how to phrase it to her, but...
You have hypotheses, and just that. Somewhat substantiated, but still unconfirmed as yet. You... might as well be honest.
"I'm aware my Soul is strange," you say, meeting her eyes. "But as to why, my best guesses aren't very good. I have ideas, yes, but nothing that I've been able to confirm."
"Your Soul is strange to be sure," Riona echoes, squeezing her eyes shut and tilting her head up at the ceiling. Her accent thickens when she's excited, apparently. Or when she's irritated. One of two. "To be sure your Soul is strange, anyone with half an eye can see that. Fine, let's hear your whys."
And you were going to carefully introduce the notion of privacy and let her infer that there are things you don't want to discuss in public -or in front of Mami- but here you are.
"I... not here," you say, gesturing around at the airport. "I'm not going to talk about sensitive topics where anyone or anything might hear."
Riona sucks in her cheeks, giving you a long look. "Fine," she says. "I will check in to my hotel. Come."
She turns, squinting at the overhead signs. She strides away at a quick, impatient clip, cutting through the crowds with her luggage dragging behind her.
"She seems... nice," you mutter under your breath to Mami as you hurry after Riona. You were going to offer to help her find a place to stay, or maybe to help her find her way to wherever she was staying, but she seems to have a very definite idea in mind.
"Miss Bennouna did say she didn't make friends easily," Mami says. "This is probably why."
"Yeah..." you agree. "Ah, well."
You catch up with Riona at the taxi stand, joining the queue. She unzips her belt pouch, pulling out a metal flask and sipping.
... there's magic in that flask. Faint enough that you didn't pick up on it with a cursory look in there, and she is definitely drinking it.
Riona catches you looking. She sloshes the flask in your general direction, raising her eyebrows.
"No, but thank you," you say. Nadia warned you about the stuff. You... don't think it's harmful. You're pretty sure she would have mentioned if it were, but you're awfully suspicious of the magic in there.
She shrugs, and takes another sip.
It smells awful. Not alcoholic, or if there is, there's so little it's drowned out by something sharply acidic, almost like curdled milk. Mami wrinkles her nose, leaning against your side.
The ride to the hotel is exceedingly awkward. You step in to help translate for Riona, the taxi driver giving you and Mami a faintly baffled look, but he doesn't say anything more. He turns on the radio a minute into the drive, filling the silence with some jazzy J-pop number.
At least you get to cuddle with Mami in the back seat.
The taxi drops you off in front of one of the nicer hotels in the city, and Riona strides up to the counter, ignoring the hotel porters. She pushes her passport across the counter, folding her arms. The receptionist seems unperturbed, taking the passport. She glances from Riona, to you, to Mami as she works, before producing a key card.
"Here's your key, ma'am," she says in accented English, smile unwavering. "There is complimentary WiFi in your room-"
Riona's already walking away.
"Sorry about that," you mutter to the receptionist, in Japanese. "She's, uh, had a long flight."
She blinks, her surprise giving way to a warmer, more genuine smile. "I've seen worse," she says. "Now go, your friend's waiting for you."
And indeed, she is. Riona's holding the elevator open, looking back at you with a raised eyebrow and a tapping foot.
You bite back a faintly annoyed sigh. You want to get her on your side, and a bit of discourtesy is only a blow to your pride. Mami's hand in yours helps to calm you, her fingers warm and intertwined with yours as you walk over.
And you know what? You've dealt with worse. Kyouko is prickly and proud as hell, and you're more than happy to deal with her. Homura is just as bad at expressing herself, and she's your best friend, and Oriko... Oriko is Oriko. You can extend Riona a bit of sympathy.
Riona steps into her room without a word, dumping her luggage on the stand before flopping over on the bed with a groan.
"Mmrg," she grumbles, waving at the chairs. "Make y'self at home."
You sigh as you sit down, Mami at your side. "I'm interested in working with you," you say. "There are... projects that require manipulations outside the scope of what I can do, but you might."
"Grand," Riona drawls, eyes closed. "Now, can y' answer my question? What's the story?"
"Let me make a quick enchantment to ensure privacy," you say, inverting Grief from your otherworldly storage into your hands. Enchanted Grief, and it's a good thing you prepared this earlier. "Uh, it's going to feel kind of Witchy."
Riona cracks an eye open to stare at the dark blob in your hands. "What in th' bleeding hells is that?"
"It's enchanted Grief," you say. "Grief I cleansed from a Soul Gem and then enchanted, and... Would you like me to demonstrate my cleansing?"
She doesn't need it, precisely, but she does have Grief in her Soul Gem. If you're reading her correctly, it might be a better out than to ask if she wants you to cleanse her Soul Gems. Then again, she does have a couple of Grief Seeds with her.
Riona opens her other eye, frowning at you.
"Yes," she says, spreading her hand. Her Soul Gem shimmers into view on her palm, egg shaped and glinting emerald.
You pull, with mind and hand alike. A bit of theatricality to it just feels right. Grief streams free of her Soul Gem, dark, twisting wisps that you draw into marbles orbiting your finger before banishing it into your storage space.
Riona stares intently at the process, almost glaring at you like she can see the magic working. Perhaps she can.
"Impossible," Riona mutters to herself. "And yet, here we are. This girl here."
"Yes, I am rather impossible," you say, irritation prickling. "Now, give me a few moments, and we can speak in private."
"Get on with it," she says, reforming her Soul Gem ring and waving that hand imperiously.
You blow out a sharp breath and focus on the Grief, impressing your will upon it. Mami leans against your side, curious, but quiet, and you can feel Riona's eyes boring into you the entire time, watching intently, and it's just as well you have enchanted Grief to use. You don't really want to go into a formation-trance when you're around her. More specifically, you don't want to see her reaction in front of Mami.
"What was your Wish?" Riona asks.
"I Wished to control all Grief," you say. "Why it worked is up for debate. As I said, I have ideas, and probably related."
She grimaces, annoyed. Well, tough, lady.
Riona flinches when the construct reaches completion, the first real reaction you've gotten out of her. She sits upright, giving the construct a wary look as you set it down on the coffee table - unactivated, but ready.
"Sabrina?" Mami murmurs.
"Yes, Mami?" you ask, smiling at her.
"Is... is this a conversation I should be in?" she asks, hesitantly.
Riona's eyes snap from the construct to you.
"I..." you trail off, grimacing. The answer is yes. She should be, by all rights. But she's chosen not to know.
"It's alright," Mami says, swallowing. "I understand. I... I'll practice my enchantment, while I wait for you?"
"Alright," you echo. "If you're sure?"
"I am," Mami says, giving you a wan smile. You kiss her gently on the cheek and pull her into a hug, savouring the contact before straightening. "I won't be going anywhere, alright? Just-"
"Ahem," Riona says.
You ignore her. "Just inside the privacy field. And I'll be back."
"Alright," Mami whispers, taking a breath. "Alright."
[] Riona
- [] What answer do you have about the strangeness of your Soul?
- [] Ask her what she sees in your Soul
- [] Ask her what she's done before
- [] Show her Hildegarde
-- [] What do you say about the Clear Seed?
[] Write-in (word count limit: 150 words)
I took the liberty of extrapolating a bit. Also, really, is it Riona or Rionna?
Well, Nadia did warn you she was kind of antisocial. Though from your first impression she's not so much antisocial as she is antisocial. You're not sure whether she likes people or not, but she certainly has an effect rather akin to antimatter on a conversation. Socially speaking, of course, and you have no idea where this analogy is going.
She just had a long flight. She flew across the world to ask you, personally this question. You can excuse a bit of discourtesy right now.
You don't know how to answer her question, rudeness aside. And you might as well admit that, but you don't think she'd like that answer much. You debate how to phrase it to her, but...
You have hypotheses, and just that. Somewhat substantiated, but still unconfirmed as yet. You... might as well be honest.
"I'm aware my Soul is strange," you say, meeting her eyes. "But as to why, my best guesses aren't very good. I have ideas, yes, but nothing that I've been able to confirm."
"Your Soul is strange to be sure," Riona echoes, squeezing her eyes shut and tilting her head up at the ceiling. Her accent thickens when she's excited, apparently. Or when she's irritated. One of two. "To be sure your Soul is strange, anyone with half an eye can see that. Fine, let's hear your whys."
And you were going to carefully introduce the notion of privacy and let her infer that there are things you don't want to discuss in public -or in front of Mami- but here you are.
"I... not here," you say, gesturing around at the airport. "I'm not going to talk about sensitive topics where anyone or anything might hear."
Riona sucks in her cheeks, giving you a long look. "Fine," she says. "I will check in to my hotel. Come."
She turns, squinting at the overhead signs. She strides away at a quick, impatient clip, cutting through the crowds with her luggage dragging behind her.
"She seems... nice," you mutter under your breath to Mami as you hurry after Riona. You were going to offer to help her find a place to stay, or maybe to help her find her way to wherever she was staying, but she seems to have a very definite idea in mind.
"Miss Bennouna did say she didn't make friends easily," Mami says. "This is probably why."
"Yeah..." you agree. "Ah, well."
You catch up with Riona at the taxi stand, joining the queue. She unzips her belt pouch, pulling out a metal flask and sipping.
... there's magic in that flask. Faint enough that you didn't pick up on it with a cursory look in there, and she is definitely drinking it.
Riona catches you looking. She sloshes the flask in your general direction, raising her eyebrows.
"No, but thank you," you say. Nadia warned you about the stuff. You... don't think it's harmful. You're pretty sure she would have mentioned if it were, but you're awfully suspicious of the magic in there.
She shrugs, and takes another sip.
It smells awful. Not alcoholic, or if there is, there's so little it's drowned out by something sharply acidic, almost like curdled milk. Mami wrinkles her nose, leaning against your side.
The ride to the hotel is exceedingly awkward. You step in to help translate for Riona, the taxi driver giving you and Mami a faintly baffled look, but he doesn't say anything more. He turns on the radio a minute into the drive, filling the silence with some jazzy J-pop number.
At least you get to cuddle with Mami in the back seat.
The taxi drops you off in front of one of the nicer hotels in the city, and Riona strides up to the counter, ignoring the hotel porters. She pushes her passport across the counter, folding her arms. The receptionist seems unperturbed, taking the passport. She glances from Riona, to you, to Mami as she works, before producing a key card.
"Here's your key, ma'am," she says in accented English, smile unwavering. "There is complimentary WiFi in your room-"
Riona's already walking away.
"Sorry about that," you mutter to the receptionist, in Japanese. "She's, uh, had a long flight."
She blinks, her surprise giving way to a warmer, more genuine smile. "I've seen worse," she says. "Now go, your friend's waiting for you."
And indeed, she is. Riona's holding the elevator open, looking back at you with a raised eyebrow and a tapping foot.
You bite back a faintly annoyed sigh. You want to get her on your side, and a bit of discourtesy is only a blow to your pride. Mami's hand in yours helps to calm you, her fingers warm and intertwined with yours as you walk over.
And you know what? You've dealt with worse. Kyouko is prickly and proud as hell, and you're more than happy to deal with her. Homura is just as bad at expressing herself, and she's your best friend, and Oriko... Oriko is Oriko. You can extend Riona a bit of sympathy.
Riona steps into her room without a word, dumping her luggage on the stand before flopping over on the bed with a groan.
"Mmrg," she grumbles, waving at the chairs. "Make y'self at home."
You sigh as you sit down, Mami at your side. "I'm interested in working with you," you say. "There are... projects that require manipulations outside the scope of what I can do, but you might."
"Grand," Riona drawls, eyes closed. "Now, can y' answer my question? What's the story?"
"Let me make a quick enchantment to ensure privacy," you say, inverting Grief from your otherworldly storage into your hands. Enchanted Grief, and it's a good thing you prepared this earlier. "Uh, it's going to feel kind of Witchy."
Riona cracks an eye open to stare at the dark blob in your hands. "What in th' bleeding hells is that?"
"It's enchanted Grief," you say. "Grief I cleansed from a Soul Gem and then enchanted, and... Would you like me to demonstrate my cleansing?"
She doesn't need it, precisely, but she does have Grief in her Soul Gem. If you're reading her correctly, it might be a better out than to ask if she wants you to cleanse her Soul Gems. Then again, she does have a couple of Grief Seeds with her.
Riona opens her other eye, frowning at you.
"Yes," she says, spreading her hand. Her Soul Gem shimmers into view on her palm, egg shaped and glinting emerald.
You pull, with mind and hand alike. A bit of theatricality to it just feels right. Grief streams free of her Soul Gem, dark, twisting wisps that you draw into marbles orbiting your finger before banishing it into your storage space.
Riona stares intently at the process, almost glaring at you like she can see the magic working. Perhaps she can.
"Impossible," Riona mutters to herself. "And yet, here we are. This girl here."
"Yes, I am rather impossible," you say, irritation prickling. "Now, give me a few moments, and we can speak in private."
"Get on with it," she says, reforming her Soul Gem ring and waving that hand imperiously.
You blow out a sharp breath and focus on the Grief, impressing your will upon it. Mami leans against your side, curious, but quiet, and you can feel Riona's eyes boring into you the entire time, watching intently, and it's just as well you have enchanted Grief to use. You don't really want to go into a formation-trance when you're around her. More specifically, you don't want to see her reaction in front of Mami.
"What was your Wish?" Riona asks.
"I Wished to control all Grief," you say. "Why it worked is up for debate. As I said, I have ideas, and probably related."
She grimaces, annoyed. Well, tough, lady.
Riona flinches when the construct reaches completion, the first real reaction you've gotten out of her. She sits upright, giving the construct a wary look as you set it down on the coffee table - unactivated, but ready.
"Sabrina?" Mami murmurs.
"Yes, Mami?" you ask, smiling at her.
"Is... is this a conversation I should be in?" she asks, hesitantly.
Riona's eyes snap from the construct to you.
"I..." you trail off, grimacing. The answer is yes. She should be, by all rights. But she's chosen not to know.
"It's alright," Mami says, swallowing. "I understand. I... I'll practice my enchantment, while I wait for you?"
"Alright," you echo. "If you're sure?"
"I am," Mami says, giving you a wan smile. You kiss her gently on the cheek and pull her into a hug, savouring the contact before straightening. "I won't be going anywhere, alright? Just-"
"Ahem," Riona says.
You ignore her. "Just inside the privacy field. And I'll be back."
"Alright," Mami whispers, taking a breath. "Alright."
[] Riona
- [] What answer do you have about the strangeness of your Soul?
- [] Ask her what she sees in your Soul
- [] Ask her what she's done before
- [] Show her Hildegarde
-- [] What do you say about the Clear Seed?
[] Write-in (word count limit: 150 words)
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I took the liberty of extrapolating a bit. Also, really, is it Riona or Rionna?
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Yes, you could.
Lord Chungus
God of Nutella
- Location
- The Hague (it’s where all the cool people are)
S-Success?
In a social?
What manner of tomfoolery is this?
In a social?
What manner of tomfoolery is this?
- Location
- Not the asylum anymore
- Pronouns
- She/Her
I took the liberty of extrapolating a bit. Also, really, is it Riona or Rionna?
As far as I can see, you seem to have decided on the former. And seeing as you're the QM, your word is gospel.
Don't ask me, you're the GM.I took the liberty of extrapolating a bit. Also, really, is it Riona or Rionna?
Aranfan
Team Plasma Grunt
Wait what? Why the plural?
- Location
- The Surface Of A Hostile Planet
I'm just gonna hope that excluding Mami like that doesn't bite us.
As for Rionna...
What theories are we going to tell her, anyway?
I'm leery of mentioning Madoka, and the whole involvement of time travel is both fantastical enough that she may not buy it, and a violation of Homura's privacy besides.
As for Rionna...
What theories are we going to tell her, anyway?
I'm leery of mentioning Madoka, and the whole involvement of time travel is both fantastical enough that she may not buy it, and a violation of Homura's privacy besides.
Surely the answer is no unless I'm reading that wrong?
Obviously, the official spelling alternates between the two every time her name is mentioned.
blast flame
How far will we go if it means lighting the way?
- Location
- Perth, Australia
- Pronouns
- They/Them
Don't mention Homura, time travel or Madoka. Don't mention our memories of future events or specific people. Maybe don't mention theories about us potentially being a witch.
Otherwise give a rundown of how we came to in the alley with no personal memories, how we had a complete understanding of the magical girl system and lots of science/languages/etc in our head. Mention the wish product hypothesis but stress it's just a hypothesis.
Ensure she knows the origin of witches without being condescending about it because she almost certainly does.
Show her our clear seed. Talk about it's dual purposes as a super-high capacity grief storage medium and potential first step to reversing witching.
Ask what she sees in our soul.
Otherwise give a rundown of how we came to in the alley with no personal memories, how we had a complete understanding of the magical girl system and lots of science/languages/etc in our head. Mention the wish product hypothesis but stress it's just a hypothesis.
Ensure she knows the origin of witches without being condescending about it because she almost certainly does.
Show her our clear seed. Talk about it's dual purposes as a super-high capacity grief storage medium and potential first step to reversing witching.
Ask what she sees in our soul.
Onmur
Archangel of Nutella.
You know, if she can drink her magic drink, is there still any reason why we shouldn't make and eat Grief food?
I think it's a matter of perspective. If we accept Riona is bad at social, and maybe that she herself is as annoyed at having to perform these arcane rituals of interaction, like, talking, or even more annoyed than she makes us feel, perhaps we can just put the annoyance behind us, and focus on making things work.
Sabrina's gonna want mumicuddles after this, but she can deal.
Finally someone says something!
Now we know how we're gonna get back at Riona for being a prick.
- Location
- ⇙
Riona is the worst person at social we've seen so far. Even worse than the thread at it's worst.
Onmur
Archangel of Nutella.
Let's imagine Riona, but as if she was around Nagisa's age, and angry that she keeps fumbling social around the adults.
You know what it is.I took the liberty of extrapolating a bit. Also, really, is it Riona or Rionna?
It is entirely up to you.
But I guess we don't know whether it's Riona or Rionna, since they sound the same, and we didn't ask Nadia to clarify.
So in order to know, we need to ask Riona/Rionna whether she's called Riona, or Rionna.