Puella Magi Adfligo Systema
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BAHHSCQ. Nothing else, really.
... I am thinking it would be for the best to have this vote end the night, because after it's over I don't think Mami or Brina are going to want to do other stuff, not to mention the flow would suck.
It would (have?) make an immense amount of sense to carry out telepathy with Nadia, Niko, and Kazumi on the way home, at the same time as dropping off Sayaka and Homura, and to subsequently do this stuff at home.
@Firnagzen, I'm going to poke you on this. I think everyone ever can agree that we should telepathy and fill in Nadia, Niko, and Kazumi at some point, preferably now. Can we get a micro-update on that, set during the travel after departing from Oriko's place, and then run this?
Lord Chungus
God of Nutella
- Location
- The Hague (it’s where all the cool people are)
So I was re-reading, and...
AAAAAAAAAA!
I am unsettled. Hopefully, I'm reading too far into this, and Nadia is just unsettled by us saying we want de-witchification but...
AAAAAAAAAA!
Onmur
Archangel of Nutella.
I think the common assumption is Nadia being scared that we're apparently one of those crazies that end up going down and dragging down their fellows with them... with the power to really fuck things up.
But yes, it could be a plethora of things... It could be exactly what you most fear. :O
But why the tone should it be one of hurt-comfort (and for that I immediately think "sad")? I read that as comtemplative because it'd be something that Sabrina finally realizes; I'm even throwing "hopeful" as a qualifier because not that Sabrina knows what she wants for herself she'd hope to continue being with Mami.
Nadia was unsettled, because as far as she knew then only desperate meguca who want to bring their friends back really go into dewitching. However the conversation didn't end there, and Sabrina's later explanations* in the next story update calmed Nadia down, to the point of her having a good laugh and then:
* one-of-a-kind power, being able to say Clear Seeds are calm, not having a friend Witched out meaning not being crazy or desperate (maybe a little brain damaged)
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Onmur
Archangel of Nutella.
This is... extremely random and I don't know where it came from. Probably lack of sleep. 
"Anyway. Later, Oriko, Kirika."
The platinum blonde, formerly a Seer, watched her tentative friend fly off, alongside the three others of varying levels of friendliness, if you allow for negative values.
The lonely blonde clung to Sabrina, and seemed to be improving every day now. She was the only other one ready and willing to give Oriko and Kirika a chance, if only out of sheer trust to the Grief controller.
The time traveller, determined, rigid, stoic. Throwing back a hateful glare as they zoomed away. She would play along, as long as Oriko showed herself to pose no threat, as long as she made herself a target on Sabrina's Magical Saving radar.
Lastly, the justice driven warrior, the naivest of them all. Confused, pulled on one side by pragmatism and duty, on the other by shameful, silenced wishes of revenge. She didn't dare look back.
Soon enough, the four left Oriko's physical sight. Of course, her Wish's Eye had long since closed... but still they remained under her mind's Eye, playing on strings to the tune of her schemes, as much as she allowed her own strings to tangle with theirs, giving up her own freedom in order to have a chance to... manipulate them in turn.
For the good of all. For the big and the small.
"Everything is going according to plan*," she whispered.
A light clatter of silverware had Oriko look at Kirika who, never having left her side, now held a small plate with a half eaten slice of cake on it. The black haired girl smiled up at Oriko as she shovelled another piece of chocolate goodness into her mouth, almost purring as she savored it.
Oriko waited with a raised eyebrow until Kirika opened her eyes again.
The shorter girl beheld her Ojou's questioning stare and shrugged. "You said cake, that means I get to have some."
"First, I did not say cake," Oriko tapped Kirika's nose, before raising another finger. "Second, I never agreed to that ru- hmm..."
A spoonful of cake expertly manouvered into her mouth cut Oriko's retort short. Kirika grinned as Oriko's obvious delight at simply having cake -quite a good one, she had got good a baking as of late- warred against her desire to remain stern, trying to refuse to enjoy the chocolate treat, as delicious as it was, for not even a magnificient cake should keep her from teaching Kirika better manners-
Who was she kidding? Oriko licked the spoon clean, before taking it from Kirika's hands and returning the favor.
Kirika chomped down on the offered cake with gusto, and the game continued.
Oriko sighed sadly, as all her plotting and planning would have to be postponed.
There was cake to be had.
*plan means keikaku.
"Anyway. Later, Oriko, Kirika."
The platinum blonde, formerly a Seer, watched her tentative friend fly off, alongside the three others of varying levels of friendliness, if you allow for negative values.
The lonely blonde clung to Sabrina, and seemed to be improving every day now. She was the only other one ready and willing to give Oriko and Kirika a chance, if only out of sheer trust to the Grief controller.
The time traveller, determined, rigid, stoic. Throwing back a hateful glare as they zoomed away. She would play along, as long as Oriko showed herself to pose no threat, as long as she made herself a target on Sabrina's Magical Saving radar.
Lastly, the justice driven warrior, the naivest of them all. Confused, pulled on one side by pragmatism and duty, on the other by shameful, silenced wishes of revenge. She didn't dare look back.
Soon enough, the four left Oriko's physical sight. Of course, her Wish's Eye had long since closed... but still they remained under her mind's Eye, playing on strings to the tune of her schemes, as much as she allowed her own strings to tangle with theirs, giving up her own freedom in order to have a chance to... manipulate them in turn.
For the good of all. For the big and the small.
"Everything is going according to plan*," she whispered.
A light clatter of silverware had Oriko look at Kirika who, never having left her side, now held a small plate with a half eaten slice of cake on it. The black haired girl smiled up at Oriko as she shovelled another piece of chocolate goodness into her mouth, almost purring as she savored it.
Oriko waited with a raised eyebrow until Kirika opened her eyes again.
The shorter girl beheld her Ojou's questioning stare and shrugged. "You said cake, that means I get to have some."
"First, I did not say cake," Oriko tapped Kirika's nose, before raising another finger. "Second, I never agreed to that ru- hmm..."
A spoonful of cake expertly manouvered into her mouth cut Oriko's retort short. Kirika grinned as Oriko's obvious delight at simply having cake -quite a good one, she had got good a baking as of late- warred against her desire to remain stern, trying to refuse to enjoy the chocolate treat, as delicious as it was, for not even a magnificient cake should keep her from teaching Kirika better manners-
Who was she kidding? Oriko licked the spoon clean, before taking it from Kirika's hands and returning the favor.
Kirika chomped down on the offered cake with gusto, and the game continued.
Oriko sighed sadly, as all her plotting and planning would have to be postponed.
There was cake to be had.
*plan means keikaku.
Raiseth
I Find Your Lack of Memes Disturbing
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- Russia
This is... extremely random and I don't know where it came from. Probably lack of sleep.
"Anyway. Later, Oriko, Kirika."
The platinum blonde, formerly a Seer, watched her tentative friend fly off, alongside the three others of varying levels of friendliness, if you allow for negative values.
The lonely blonde clung to Sabrina, and seemed to be improving every day now. She was the only other one ready and willing to give Oriko and Kirika a chance, if only out of sheer trust to the Grief controller.
The time traveller, determined, rigid, stoic. Throwing back a hateful glare as they zoomed away. She would play along, as long as Oriko showed herself to pose no threat, as long as she made herself a target on Sabrina's Magical Saving radar.
Lastly, the justice driven warrior, the naivest of them all. Confused, pulled on one side by pragmatism and duty, on the other by shameful, silenced wishes of revenge. She didn't dare look back.
Soon enough, the four left Oriko's physical sight. Of course, her Wish's Eye had long since closed... but still they remained under her mind's Eye, playing on strings to the tune of her schemes, as much as she allowed her own strings to tangle with theirs, giving up her own freedom in order to have a chance to... manipulate them in turn.
For the good of all. For the big and the small.
"Everything is going according to plan*," she whispered.
A light clatter of silverware had Oriko look at Kirika who, never having left her side, now held a small plate with a half eaten slice of cake on it. The black haired girl smiled up at Oriko as she shovelled another piece of chocolate goodness into her mouth, almost purring as she savored it.
Oriko waited with a raised eyebrow until Kirika opened her eyes again.
The shorter girl beheld her Ojou's questioning stare and shrugged. "You said cake, that means I get to have some."
"First, I did not say cake," Oriko tapped Kirika's nose, before raising another finger. "Second, I never agreed to that ru- hmm..."
A spoonful of cake expertly manouvered into her mouth cut Oriko's retort short. Kirika grinned as Oriko's obvious delight at simply having cake -quite a good one, she had got good a baking as of late- warred against her desire to remain stern, trying to refuse to enjoy the chocolate treat, as delicious as it was, for not even a magnificient cake should keep her from teaching Kirika better manners-
Who was she kidding? Oriko licked the spoon clean, before taking it from Kirika's hands and returning the favor.
Kirika chomped down on the offered cake with gusto, and the game continued.
Oriko sighed sadly, as all her plotting and planning would have to be postponed.
There was cake to be had.
*plan means keikaku.
3/10, Cake is a Lie.
DB_Explorer
Purveyor of alternate realities.
- Location
- San Diego, California
- Pronouns
- He/Him
This is... extremely random and I don't know where it came from. Probably lack of sleep.
"Anyway. Later, Oriko, Kirika."
The platinum blonde, formerly a Seer, watched her tentative friend fly off, alongside the three others of varying levels of friendliness, if you allow for negative values.
The lonely blonde clung to Sabrina, and seemed to be improving every day now. She was the only other one ready and willing to give Oriko and Kirika a chance, if only out of sheer trust to the Grief controller.
The time traveller, determined, rigid, stoic. Throwing back a hateful glare as they zoomed away. She would play along, as long as Oriko showed herself to pose no threat, as long as she made herself a target on Sabrina's Magical Saving radar.
Lastly, the justice driven warrior, the naivest of them all. Confused, pulled on one side by pragmatism and duty, on the other by shameful, silenced wishes of revenge. She didn't dare look back.
Soon enough, the four left Oriko's physical sight. Of course, her Wish's Eye had long since closed... but still they remained under her mind's Eye, playing on strings to the tune of her schemes, as much as she allowed her own strings to tangle with theirs, giving up her own freedom in order to have a chance to... manipulate them in turn.
For the good of all. For the big and the small.
"Everything is going according to plan*," she whispered.
A light clatter of silverware had Oriko look at Kirika who, never having left her side, now held a small plate with a half eaten slice of cake on it. The black haired girl smiled up at Oriko as she shovelled another piece of chocolate goodness into her mouth, almost purring as she savored it.
Oriko waited with a raised eyebrow until Kirika opened her eyes again.
The shorter girl beheld her Ojou's questioning stare and shrugged. "You said cake, that means I get to have some."
"First, I did not say cake," Oriko tapped Kirika's nose, before raising another finger. "Second, I never agreed to that ru- hmm..."
A spoonful of cake expertly manouvered into her mouth cut Oriko's retort short. Kirika grinned as Oriko's obvious delight at simply having cake -quite a good one, she had got good a baking as of late- warred against her desire to remain stern, trying to refuse to enjoy the chocolate treat, as delicious as it was, for not even a magnificient cake should keep her from teaching Kirika better manners-
Who was she kidding? Oriko licked the spoon clean, before taking it from Kirika's hands and returning the favor.
Kirika chomped down on the offered cake with gusto, and the game continued.
Oriko sighed sadly, as all her plotting and planning would have to be postponed.
There was cake to be had.
*plan means keikaku.
Clearly we need to get Kirika and Oriko SO WAFFY with each other that Oriko has no time to plot. She will be too busy snuggling and being adorable with Kirika.
... and then Homura gets jealous and can't figure out why because she likely doesn't understand WHY she feels the way she does for Madoka because she's had a messed up childhood and then she becomes Homucifer and were doomed!
WAIT THIS IS A BAD PLAN D:
Onmur
Archangel of Nutella.
No, no, what this does is this:
Homura gets jealous, but doesn't understand why.
Homura denies her jealousy, because she can't accept being anything like Oriko or Kirika.
Being unlike the cutesy couple that is Oriko and Kirika, Homura can't help but to feel jealous.
Homura denies her jealousy...
... Homura is stuck on a loop.
On the hundredth iteration of the self feeding loop, introduce a casual Madoka wanting to say hi.
"I'm not thinking about hugging you and feeding you cake."
Both Madoka and Homura startle.
"... Well, I am now."
Pop.
Homura disappears.
DB_Explorer
Purveyor of alternate realities.
- Location
- San Diego, California
- Pronouns
- He/Him
Madoka hugs Homura
gets dragged to the next timeline
...shenanigans ensue
- Location
- 👁👄👁
- Pronouns
- She/Her/Hers
[X] Kaizuki
Best catgirl is best
Best catgirl is best
Or, in other words, tl;dr she's seen events broadly equivalent to the canon plot of Kazumi Magica play out too many times?
- Location
- 👁👄👁
- Pronouns
- She/Her/Hers
I... I have no idea what quest that is.
Onmur
Archangel of Nutella.
I'd had thought Homu would just go somwhere else, not somewhen else, but you sent Homu and Madoka into another timeline?! Madness! How will Sabrina help them now-
Pop!
Homura and Madoka reappear back where they were, blushing and looking away from each other.
"I... I k-know a nice bakery."
"Yes."
Oh right, Homura can go back to previous timelines.
DB_Explorer
Purveyor of alternate realities.
- Location
- San Diego, California
- Pronouns
- He/Him
I'd had thought Homu would just go somwhere else, not somewhen else, but you sent Homu and Madoka into another timeline?! Madness! How will Sabrina help them now-
Pop!
Homura and Madoka reappear back where they were, blushing and looking away from each other.
"I... I k-know a nice bakery."
"Yes."
Oh right, Homura can go back to previous timelines.
OH... you said disappear and I thought she nopped out of the timeline.
Homura disappears.
Madoka: : (
Homura reappears with a cake *jams spoonful into Madoka's mouth before she can rethink her actions*
- Location
- Illinois
hurt-comfort is only sad when it's hurt. The real vibes come from the comfort, which this is. All the hurt has already been done.
...
...
It's so clean. So wonderful.
So... Mami.
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Onmur
Archangel of Nutella.
It's a good quest.
Warning: Humongous updates, much moe, very guns, slooooow updates.
The next day, Sabrina and Mami stare.
Madoka walks around the streets, laughing and chatting with Homura.
Homura grabs Madoka's hand on impulse, before allowing herself to think about what she's doing.
The girls keep walking, followed by the curious Mami and Sabrina.
Madoka squeals over a stuffed toy on a store.
Homura doesn't think- she tells Madoka she's cuter than the toy. Then while Madoka's blushing, she darts into the store, buys it, and shoves it into Madoka's arms without stopping to contemplate how her actions might be seen by everyone around her.
Homura and Madoka keep going, and at some point cross paths directly -by complete coincidence- with Sabrina and Mami. The moment their eyes meet, as Madoka opens her mouth to greet them, Sabrina kisses Mami on the cheek.
Without thought, Homura kisses Madoka on the cheek.
Madoka turns beet red.
Homura turns beet red, but smirks.
"Hey there, how's it going?"
"I discovered everything in life becomes better when I don't allow myself to think about the consequences of my actions, but rather, act without thought. I can now understand why Sayaka allows herself to be such a fool all the time. I am certain I will soon inexorably look back and consider my actions in retrospective, and all the possible ramifications I could make out of them, and will enter a state of panic and doubt and other negative feelings, in direct proportion to the amount of time I manage to keep myself acting irrationally and impulsively. However, I can not bring myself to care at the moment."
"I'm happy for you... Also, hopefully, the time at which you'll start considering you actions once more, will be before next time I need you in the same room as Oriko or Kirika."
"You would do well to keep me away from them until then, yes."
"Also, when you get around to breaking down as you described...?"
Homura hugs Sabrina, who hugs her back.
"I know."
"Great," Sabrina points at a tall building. "Did you know you can see all of Mitakihara from that restaurant's rooftop?"
Next second, Homura's dragging Madoka away and asking what she would like for dinner.
Mami looks at Sabrina.
Sabrina looks at Mami.
Then they hurry after their friends. They had to be around for the moment Homura's conscience caught up and her mind crashed and burned. Homura would need all the help she could get, then.
The fact they got to watch their friends be cute together and enjoy a dinner date while doing it was a nice bonus.
DB_Explorer
Purveyor of alternate realities.
- Location
- San Diego, California
- Pronouns
- He/Him
[12 years later]
Homura: *finishes getting her wedding dress set just right* .. ... ....... AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH
Sabrina: *stops timer* 6,315,696 minutes
Homura: *hyperventilating* I..I..I'm
Sabrina: *hugs Homura* It will be fine.
Onmur
Archangel of Nutella.
'Damn it, just a little longer and she wouldn't been able to back off...'
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARE YOU THINKING IT'S A SHAME I CAN BACK TO MY SENSES?!"
"NO...!"
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA?"
"... Yes."
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA- THERE WAS A POINT WHERE I NEEDED TO STOP TWELVE YEARS AGO."
"Eleven and eleven months."
"BUT I CLEARLY BLAZED PAST THAT POINT."
"So let's keep going and see what happen?"
"YEEEEEESSSSS."
"Yay!"
- Pronouns
- She/Her
Battle Action Highschool Harem Side Character Quest
We play as Bread-chan.
- Location
- Illinois
Vae Victor~ia, Innocen~tia...
Vae Victis?
- Location
- Illinois