Godwinson
"Well, I've got nothing."
So would that mean SaSa is two Sabrinas in one? No wonder they couldn't stand one another.
Puella Magi Adfligo Systema
- Thread starter Firnagzen
- Start date
-
- Tags
- 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?
- Location
- USA, Midworld world line
This is good, right, and we have an inkling of how to make it happen! Only issue, that plan would require exposing a fully functioning de-witching process to work. I'll make the plan, but that part may need some extra thought!
In general, getting individual Witches split from the collective isn't nearly difficult. Some of them will come out to raid the opposition as a normal strategy for the collective.
Or the positive results of achievement might be worth the effort?
Madoka is biased to save girls herself...
"Unnnh.." ::cough::
"Who are y-ou people?"
"I feel like I've been asleep forever - wait, this isn't even my room..."
"Welcome! Relax, we are glad we could help you. Try to wiggle your toes for me? It'll be a few moments until your soul enumerates everything in the Nexus 6 we made you, but you already look and sound great! Wanna see your lovely face in the mirror?"
:: poses hand mirror in front of her face::
"Beautiful? Aren't your eyes pretty! Sayaka says these match yours perfectly. I made your eyes!"
Probably too much hat to be a stable compound
The Strong Intelligence adversary would have planned around this ages ago? To protect the profitable state of everyday murder on Earth, it would have a clever embargo mechanic? Somewhere at least a few light seconds away, It is keeping a girl in stasis. Not the same girl, for it rotates the emergency component on a scale of minutes to hours. Interfering with Wishes wastes potential, but it has to keep a hostage for just this sort of emergency. It calls the concept "designated recovery survivor." On planets in the System's past, a Wish resulted in someone collateraling the ecosystem, or undermining the structure of matter, or whatever. The countermeasure is to have a girl of normal good empathy ready to make her intended Wish, and expose her to the horror of the accidental magic apocalypse. Her options are then limited to some action that reverses the destruction, and achieves what the Incubator cannot.
Last edited:
Office Complex pt. 15
Mami squeezes your hand gently, and you can catch the concerned look she shoots you out of the corner of her eye. Heh. Guess she knows you pretty well, at this point.
Still, your attention is fixed mainly on Homura and Sayaka, your jaw working silently as you look between them. They're in agreement with each other, Homura looking as surprised as you feel.
"I..." You shake your head. "Y'know what? Yeah. If you both think it's for the best, I can't really argue. I don't... I don't really like keeping secrets, but if you think that it's for the best, we'll do it your way."
"We'll tell her eventually, right?" Mami says - inflected like a question, but sounding more like a statement.
"Yeah!" Sayaka says, eyeing you. "I mean... I've known Madoka since we were kids, you know? So I know telling her now just means she's going to worry herself to sleep for the next two weeks. I suppose telling her that we're gonna go stop Iowa makes it better, but then she'd just worry about us instead. Telling her after... She'll be a bit upset, yeah, but she'll get it."
"And Hitomi?" Mami asks.
"Uh. Honestly, Hitomi..." Sayaka blinks. "Hey, hang on a sec. You're having dinner with her parents like... tomorrow, right? To, er, read them in properly on magic and all that? Tell them, maybe?"
"That... is an excellent point," you admit. "Yeah, I can think about that."
"Hey, on that note, are you gonna tell Madoka's parents?" Sayaka asks. She waves her hands vaguely in the air. "Only fair, right?"
"I... hm," you say, glancing at Homura. No help forthcoming there. "It's a good point too, and I'll see what I can figure out?"
Sayaka shrugs, and slouches back against the wall.
"The Shizukis might be able to offer advice, or help," Mami notes.
"Everyone's making fantastic points today," you say with a laugh, catching Homura's eye again. It's something you'll need to discuss with her, regardless. "Yeah, I agree. It's possibly something to check with them."
"So what's gonna happen now?" Sayaka asks. "Uh... Not literally now, but with Iowa and everything."
"I'm going to gather more information," you say firmly. "After... you know, Rionna, I want more details before I decide to act on Iowa based on just hearsay. But when I figure out what they're actually like, then I'll let you all know?"
"That sounds good," Mami says, squeezing your hand gently.
"Count me in," Sayaka says with a firm nod. She grins. "See, this is more like it. A brave band of magical girls against the forces of evil of the world. Don't you roll your eyes at me, Homura."
You snort, grinning at Sayaka.
"Anyway. That's what I wanted you all to know - anything you guys wanna bring up?" you say.
"Nah," Sayaka says, shaking her head. "Thanks for letting me know."
"Thank Homura - I didn't think of it at first and she was the one to bring it up, actually," you say, and grin sheepishly. "Just... yeah."
"Ouch," Sayaka says. "Ouch, Sabrina. I bet you thought of Mami, huh."
"Well... yeah," you say. Is your face red? Your face is definitely red. The situation is a bit more complicated than that, with Homura's opinions, but you do deserve a bit of the shaming there.
Sayak sniffs haughtily. "Well, I see how it is," she says. "But you, Homura. Thanks for sticking up for me."
Homura shrugs, and pivots on a heel, starting to head back down the corridor - which, of course, obliges you all to follow her. Sayaka slugs you lightly on the shoulder as you pass her, grinning playfully at you, and you slug her back.
You drop off Sayaka, Homura offering quietly muttered adjustments to help her reposition herself, and then back upstairs to drop Mami off.
She takes a deep breath and goes up on her tiptoes to kiss you gently on the cheek. "I'll... I'll see you later?"
You wink at her, smiling broadly and closing your arms around her. "You will. I promised you not even ten minutes ago~"
"Until then, then," Mami says, taking a deep breath and stepping back from the hug. She smiles at Homura. "Sayaka was right. Your power is strange, but it's audacious and it suits you."
"... Thank you?" Homura says, shifting uncertainly. She motions towards a spot. "Stand here."
"Alright," Mami says. Her smile is tinged somewhat with nervousness, now, and you give her a reassuring squeeze on the shoulder before moving over to clasp Homura's wrist gently.
"Arm out a bit more, left leg up," Homura murmurs. "Doesn't need to be perfect, just not noticeably different from your original position."
Mami follows Homura's quiet adjustments, and with one last smile from you, releases the ribbon. You turn to Homura, trying not to dwell on the way the colour, the vibrant life drains out of Mami. It's just Homura's power, as discomfiting as it looks.
"Shall we get going?" you ask. "And, um... thank you for indulging me, and being willing to bring everyone in."
"It's fine," Homura mutters, starting to head back towards the stairs. "This... it was necessary for everyone to know."
"Yeah," you say. "Still, I could have found another way or time, and... look, just accept the thanks, Homura."
Homura shrugs slightly.
"And, uh... just to clarify," you say. "Telling the Kanames... I think Sayaka has a point, and I think that at a later time we may want to give it serious consideration. I mean, Madoka loves her parents, and respects them. But it's something to be discussed, and not something that'll happen without your approval, yeah?"
"... thank you," Homura says.
You grin at her, and let the conversation lapse. Homura needs the reassurance, you feel. She doesn't need coddling, but that diamond-hard facade is, ultimately, a shell grown in response to trauma. At the end, she's just as much a scared, traumatized girl, and... it doesn't hurt to reinforce that you want to help. You want her to be happy.
Homura brings you up to the roof, turning to face you.
"Nah," you say with a grin, interpreting the questioning look as, well, a question. "No 'one more thing' this time, I'm afraid. I know I've got a bad habit of doing that, but not this time!"
"... until later, then," Homura says. Her grip loosens on your wrist.
"See you!" you say cheerfully, and deliberately step back, out of her gras-
-p. Homura's gone by the time you reorient, the noise of the city and on the school beneath your feet rolling over you. And also some angry squawking, accompanied by an angry bird doing an equally angry, hopping dance around your feet with his feathers all fluffed up.
"Sabrina?" Mami's voice sounds inside your head as you bend over to offer your hand to Mugin and soothe him. Apparently birds -or Mugin in particular, anyway- can and do notice the displacement from timestop.
"Hey, Mami," you say warmly. "How are you?"
"Better now," she responds. "I'm sorry, I just... wanted to make sure you were alright."
"I'm perfectly fine, about to head home for a bit to use the computer," you say. You wince a little as Mugin claws his way up your arm to perch on your shoulder. "And don't apologise for that! Otherwise I'm going to start up an apology jar. Like a swear jar, but for unnecessary apologising."
"We'd have it filled within the week," Mami says, slight emphasis on the first word. Her voice softens. "What are you headed home for?"
"I'm gonna check in on the IRCs," you tell Mami. "I'm hoping that the American one in particular would have some insights about the Iowa group."
"Ah, that does make sense, but America is huge," Mami observes. "The Iowa group might be famous, but they might not have specific knowledge..."
"Every little bit helps," you say, standing. Grief boils forth from your shoulders, drawn from your extradimensional storage to form your wings - and Mugin, standing proud in place of honour on your shoulder, seems only mildly perturbed. "I'm just gathering up every scrap of info I can get to see what I can piece together out of it, anyway."
"Ah, that does make sense," Mami says.
"Did you make it to class alright?" you ask. Wings fully formed, you crouch, and glance aside at Mugin. "Hang on to your feathers."
"I did!" Mami says. "Class will be starting soon - it's literature now."
"Ew, lit right after lunch?" you ask as you launch yourself into the air, wincing at Mugin's cawing right into your ear and also his talons digging through your shirt and into your skin. "Won't half the class be asleep?"
"Ours not to reason why," Mami says solemnly. "You know, nobody truly knows who schedules the classes - the timetable changes every week, did you know? I've always thought it might be some Witch that somehow got into the school systems..."
You can't help the laugh the bubbles up your chest and over telepathy. "Noooo that can't possibly be true," you say as you soar past the glittering spires of Mitakihara city. "No Witch would possibly dare to mess with the mighty Tomoe Mami."
"Maybe a very small Witch that snuck into the school?" Mami says. "Trying to drive students into despair with nonsensical and poorly planned lesson schedules."
"Well, then, it is our duty to hunt it down!" you declare, nearly overbalancing as you thrust one finger skyward. Mugin squawks in protest, scrambling off your shoulder and onto your back between your shoulderblades.
"Our solemn duty," Mami agrees. "For we have sworn great oaths to protect those who are weak, to help those who need it, to punish those who deserve it."
"In the name of the moon?" you add, grinning.
Mami chokes back a giggle. "I'm in class, Sabrina!"
You laugh, always pleased to be able to make Mami laugh. And so you relax and chat with Mami as you head back home. It comes easily, just letting the gentle teasing and commentary flow between the two of you.
Still, Mami eventually has to concentrate on her class, and so you end the conversation as you descend the stairs. You hum cheerfully to yourself as you reach the doors... and then pause, turning towards the lift. You should have mail due in, shouldn't you?
The mailboxes are down on the ground floor, so down you go, soothing Mugin as the lift door closes. Enclosed spaces and wild birds don't mix, it turns out, but you make it down, anyway.
As it turns out, you do have mail, a slim package wrapped in non-descript brown paper. Which you don't believe any government would ever do for sending important documents like, say, a passport. But then, this package didn't come from the government, now did it?
You head back up the stairs at a jaunty climb, making it back up to unlock the doors and shed socks and shoes alike. You can't help but smile as you take in the familiar sight of home, emptier in more ways than one without Mami, but you don't exactly begrudge that.
Mugin hops off your shoulder as you head towards the study, and you give it a stern look.
"Sayaka had better have explained house training to you," you say, and you should have thought about that before bringing Mugin back. Then again, he didn't leave any messes when you were over at Yuki's place, either, so maybe she did.
Mami's computer clicks on without fuss, running through the bootup as you tear open the package. A card and a passport fall out, and you check the latter to find your own face beaming out from the page. And as it turns out, the card is 'your' resident registration card.
"Hey, Miss Inoue?" you call across telepathy, because it'd be polite to update Yuuki. The card you pocket, the passport... you'll ask where Mami keeps hers and keep it together. "I got the package!"
"Sec, sorry," Yuuki responds, sounding faintly distracted.
You fall silent, raising your eyebrows.
"Right, sorry," Yuuki says after a minute. "Team is fucking inting. Anyway, yeah. Good! Everything in order?"
"Yeah, it's perfect," you say. She's playing... League, probably. "Again, thank you - and thank you for getting it to me this quick. Seriously, I wouldn't have expected it until like next week at best."
"I'm the best at what I do," Yuuki says. You can hear the smug pride in her voice. "It wasn't a problem."
"Well, sincerely, thanks," you say. "All the best in your game?"
"Don't need it," Yuuki says. "Later!"
You laugh to yourself at the abrupt cut-off and turn your attention back to Mami's computer, fingers flying over the keyboard. Nyantokanyaru first, you think.
Hail Satan? No, the complete opposite of what you're interested in. Besides, there's a certain furry Satan you don't want to invoke. Hail Santa, now that has possibilities.
... given magical girls, you're not entirely sure Santa doesn't exist in some way or another. And come to think of it, Santa would be very familiar with hail, what with the winter seasonal theme.
What were you thinking about again? Ah, yes, hail Mami.
You drum your fingers beside the keyboard, watching the screen as you wait for a response. They're discussing it offline, you're presuming, and you don't blame them in the slightest. You really hope you're not coming on too strong here, but you also don't really know how else you can convey your sincerity.
[] Confirm meeting for Tuesday?
- [] Propose another day?
- [] Any other topics to cover?
[x] Vote in abeyance
- [] Any particular topics to hit with #milesgloriosus?
Right. Slightly later than I'd like, but better late than never?
Unrelated, fun tidbit: did you know that I actually wrote a short script Python to help me populate IRC timestamps?
Still, your attention is fixed mainly on Homura and Sayaka, your jaw working silently as you look between them. They're in agreement with each other, Homura looking as surprised as you feel.
"I..." You shake your head. "Y'know what? Yeah. If you both think it's for the best, I can't really argue. I don't... I don't really like keeping secrets, but if you think that it's for the best, we'll do it your way."
"We'll tell her eventually, right?" Mami says - inflected like a question, but sounding more like a statement.
"Yeah!" Sayaka says, eyeing you. "I mean... I've known Madoka since we were kids, you know? So I know telling her now just means she's going to worry herself to sleep for the next two weeks. I suppose telling her that we're gonna go stop Iowa makes it better, but then she'd just worry about us instead. Telling her after... She'll be a bit upset, yeah, but she'll get it."
"And Hitomi?" Mami asks.
"Uh. Honestly, Hitomi..." Sayaka blinks. "Hey, hang on a sec. You're having dinner with her parents like... tomorrow, right? To, er, read them in properly on magic and all that? Tell them, maybe?"
"That... is an excellent point," you admit. "Yeah, I can think about that."
"Hey, on that note, are you gonna tell Madoka's parents?" Sayaka asks. She waves her hands vaguely in the air. "Only fair, right?"
"I... hm," you say, glancing at Homura. No help forthcoming there. "It's a good point too, and I'll see what I can figure out?"
Sayaka shrugs, and slouches back against the wall.
"The Shizukis might be able to offer advice, or help," Mami notes.
"Everyone's making fantastic points today," you say with a laugh, catching Homura's eye again. It's something you'll need to discuss with her, regardless. "Yeah, I agree. It's possibly something to check with them."
"So what's gonna happen now?" Sayaka asks. "Uh... Not literally now, but with Iowa and everything."
"I'm going to gather more information," you say firmly. "After... you know, Rionna, I want more details before I decide to act on Iowa based on just hearsay. But when I figure out what they're actually like, then I'll let you all know?"
"That sounds good," Mami says, squeezing your hand gently.
"Count me in," Sayaka says with a firm nod. She grins. "See, this is more like it. A brave band of magical girls against the forces of evil of the world. Don't you roll your eyes at me, Homura."
You snort, grinning at Sayaka.
"Anyway. That's what I wanted you all to know - anything you guys wanna bring up?" you say.
"Nah," Sayaka says, shaking her head. "Thanks for letting me know."
"Thank Homura - I didn't think of it at first and she was the one to bring it up, actually," you say, and grin sheepishly. "Just... yeah."
"Ouch," Sayaka says. "Ouch, Sabrina. I bet you thought of Mami, huh."
"Well... yeah," you say. Is your face red? Your face is definitely red. The situation is a bit more complicated than that, with Homura's opinions, but you do deserve a bit of the shaming there.
Sayak sniffs haughtily. "Well, I see how it is," she says. "But you, Homura. Thanks for sticking up for me."
Homura shrugs, and pivots on a heel, starting to head back down the corridor - which, of course, obliges you all to follow her. Sayaka slugs you lightly on the shoulder as you pass her, grinning playfully at you, and you slug her back.
You drop off Sayaka, Homura offering quietly muttered adjustments to help her reposition herself, and then back upstairs to drop Mami off.
She takes a deep breath and goes up on her tiptoes to kiss you gently on the cheek. "I'll... I'll see you later?"
You wink at her, smiling broadly and closing your arms around her. "You will. I promised you not even ten minutes ago~"
"Until then, then," Mami says, taking a deep breath and stepping back from the hug. She smiles at Homura. "Sayaka was right. Your power is strange, but it's audacious and it suits you."
"... Thank you?" Homura says, shifting uncertainly. She motions towards a spot. "Stand here."
"Alright," Mami says. Her smile is tinged somewhat with nervousness, now, and you give her a reassuring squeeze on the shoulder before moving over to clasp Homura's wrist gently.
"Arm out a bit more, left leg up," Homura murmurs. "Doesn't need to be perfect, just not noticeably different from your original position."
Mami follows Homura's quiet adjustments, and with one last smile from you, releases the ribbon. You turn to Homura, trying not to dwell on the way the colour, the vibrant life drains out of Mami. It's just Homura's power, as discomfiting as it looks.
"Shall we get going?" you ask. "And, um... thank you for indulging me, and being willing to bring everyone in."
"It's fine," Homura mutters, starting to head back towards the stairs. "This... it was necessary for everyone to know."
"Yeah," you say. "Still, I could have found another way or time, and... look, just accept the thanks, Homura."
Homura shrugs slightly.
"And, uh... just to clarify," you say. "Telling the Kanames... I think Sayaka has a point, and I think that at a later time we may want to give it serious consideration. I mean, Madoka loves her parents, and respects them. But it's something to be discussed, and not something that'll happen without your approval, yeah?"
"... thank you," Homura says.
You grin at her, and let the conversation lapse. Homura needs the reassurance, you feel. She doesn't need coddling, but that diamond-hard facade is, ultimately, a shell grown in response to trauma. At the end, she's just as much a scared, traumatized girl, and... it doesn't hurt to reinforce that you want to help. You want her to be happy.
Homura brings you up to the roof, turning to face you.
"Nah," you say with a grin, interpreting the questioning look as, well, a question. "No 'one more thing' this time, I'm afraid. I know I've got a bad habit of doing that, but not this time!"
"... until later, then," Homura says. Her grip loosens on your wrist.
"See you!" you say cheerfully, and deliberately step back, out of her gras-
-p. Homura's gone by the time you reorient, the noise of the city and on the school beneath your feet rolling over you. And also some angry squawking, accompanied by an angry bird doing an equally angry, hopping dance around your feet with his feathers all fluffed up.
"Sabrina?" Mami's voice sounds inside your head as you bend over to offer your hand to Mugin and soothe him. Apparently birds -or Mugin in particular, anyway- can and do notice the displacement from timestop.
"Hey, Mami," you say warmly. "How are you?"
"Better now," she responds. "I'm sorry, I just... wanted to make sure you were alright."
"I'm perfectly fine, about to head home for a bit to use the computer," you say. You wince a little as Mugin claws his way up your arm to perch on your shoulder. "And don't apologise for that! Otherwise I'm going to start up an apology jar. Like a swear jar, but for unnecessary apologising."
"We'd have it filled within the week," Mami says, slight emphasis on the first word. Her voice softens. "What are you headed home for?"
"I'm gonna check in on the IRCs," you tell Mami. "I'm hoping that the American one in particular would have some insights about the Iowa group."
"Ah, that does make sense, but America is huge," Mami observes. "The Iowa group might be famous, but they might not have specific knowledge..."
"Every little bit helps," you say, standing. Grief boils forth from your shoulders, drawn from your extradimensional storage to form your wings - and Mugin, standing proud in place of honour on your shoulder, seems only mildly perturbed. "I'm just gathering up every scrap of info I can get to see what I can piece together out of it, anyway."
"Ah, that does make sense," Mami says.
"Did you make it to class alright?" you ask. Wings fully formed, you crouch, and glance aside at Mugin. "Hang on to your feathers."
"I did!" Mami says. "Class will be starting soon - it's literature now."
"Ew, lit right after lunch?" you ask as you launch yourself into the air, wincing at Mugin's cawing right into your ear and also his talons digging through your shirt and into your skin. "Won't half the class be asleep?"
"Ours not to reason why," Mami says solemnly. "You know, nobody truly knows who schedules the classes - the timetable changes every week, did you know? I've always thought it might be some Witch that somehow got into the school systems..."
You can't help the laugh the bubbles up your chest and over telepathy. "Noooo that can't possibly be true," you say as you soar past the glittering spires of Mitakihara city. "No Witch would possibly dare to mess with the mighty Tomoe Mami."
"Maybe a very small Witch that snuck into the school?" Mami says. "Trying to drive students into despair with nonsensical and poorly planned lesson schedules."
"Well, then, it is our duty to hunt it down!" you declare, nearly overbalancing as you thrust one finger skyward. Mugin squawks in protest, scrambling off your shoulder and onto your back between your shoulderblades.
"Our solemn duty," Mami agrees. "For we have sworn great oaths to protect those who are weak, to help those who need it, to punish those who deserve it."
"In the name of the moon?" you add, grinning.
Mami chokes back a giggle. "I'm in class, Sabrina!"
You laugh, always pleased to be able to make Mami laugh. And so you relax and chat with Mami as you head back home. It comes easily, just letting the gentle teasing and commentary flow between the two of you.
Still, Mami eventually has to concentrate on her class, and so you end the conversation as you descend the stairs. You hum cheerfully to yourself as you reach the doors... and then pause, turning towards the lift. You should have mail due in, shouldn't you?
The mailboxes are down on the ground floor, so down you go, soothing Mugin as the lift door closes. Enclosed spaces and wild birds don't mix, it turns out, but you make it down, anyway.
As it turns out, you do have mail, a slim package wrapped in non-descript brown paper. Which you don't believe any government would ever do for sending important documents like, say, a passport. But then, this package didn't come from the government, now did it?
You head back up the stairs at a jaunty climb, making it back up to unlock the doors and shed socks and shoes alike. You can't help but smile as you take in the familiar sight of home, emptier in more ways than one without Mami, but you don't exactly begrudge that.
Mugin hops off your shoulder as you head towards the study, and you give it a stern look.
"Sayaka had better have explained house training to you," you say, and you should have thought about that before bringing Mugin back. Then again, he didn't leave any messes when you were over at Yuki's place, either, so maybe she did.
Mami's computer clicks on without fuss, running through the bootup as you tear open the package. A card and a passport fall out, and you check the latter to find your own face beaming out from the page. And as it turns out, the card is 'your' resident registration card.
"Hey, Miss Inoue?" you call across telepathy, because it'd be polite to update Yuuki. The card you pocket, the passport... you'll ask where Mami keeps hers and keep it together. "I got the package!"
"Sec, sorry," Yuuki responds, sounding faintly distracted.
You fall silent, raising your eyebrows.
"Right, sorry," Yuuki says after a minute. "Team is fucking inting. Anyway, yeah. Good! Everything in order?"
"Yeah, it's perfect," you say. She's playing... League, probably. "Again, thank you - and thank you for getting it to me this quick. Seriously, I wouldn't have expected it until like next week at best."
"I'm the best at what I do," Yuuki says. You can hear the smug pride in her voice. "It wasn't a problem."
"Well, sincerely, thanks," you say. "All the best in your game?"
"Don't need it," Yuuki says. "Later!"
You laugh to yourself at the abrupt cut-off and turn your attention back to Mami's computer, fingers flying over the keyboard. Nyantokanyaru first, you think.
You squint at the screen, slightly concerned. You do hope you didn't step into something, though you were just making inferences from certain anime references and the username Hatsumi -Hatsumi Nodoka, you think?- was using last time. Who seems to be notably missing this time, you can't help but notice.
You purse your lips slightly. On the one hand, you want to be friendly - you want to be friends, as you said. On the other hand, you can't help but remember how skittish Nodoka seemed to be around you the last time you actually talked to her. You can't really blame her, you suppose, but you wouldn't be surprised if it were a little white lie.
It's a bit of a hail Mary, really. A bit of a hail Mami? You know that Mami has a reputation for being a do-gooder, and hopefully that could offer them a bit more reassurance in your intentions. Also, if you conquered the world for Empress Mami, you would definitely have reason to hail Mami.
Hail Satan? No, the complete opposite of what you're interested in. Besides, there's a certain furry Satan you don't want to invoke. Hail Santa, now that has possibilities.
... given magical girls, you're not entirely sure Santa doesn't exist in some way or another. And come to think of it, Santa would be very familiar with hail, what with the winter seasonal theme.
What were you thinking about again? Ah, yes, hail Mami.
You drum your fingers beside the keyboard, watching the screen as you wait for a response. They're discussing it offline, you're presuming, and you don't blame them in the slightest. You really hope you're not coming on too strong here, but you also don't really know how else you can convey your sincerity.
Cake is such a small thing, and offering something as minor as convenience is the least you can do to establish that you mean well. Besides, if there's a place that does good cake, that's somewhere you could possibly bring Mami. Though you're sure that Mami's cake is better, anyway.
[12:50:29] <YatanoKagami> Sorry for the delay
[12:50:36] <YatanoKagami> We wouldn't mind a visit, no.
[12:50:36] <GriefBeGone>
[12:50:43] <GriefBeGone> In the interests of good faith
[12:50:59] <GriefBeGone> Is there anything you'd like me to do, or bring along, or something?
[12:51:16] <GriefBeGone> Just to be completely blunt, I know there's some concern about me, and I understand that
[12:51:17] <TheWall> caaaake
[12:51:45] <GriefBeGone> If there's anything I can do to alleviate that? I can put you in touch with some other established magical girls I've made friends with, if you like
[12:51:47] <GriefBeGone> cake?
[12:51:54] <TheWall> You're from Mitakihara, right?
[12:51:57] <TwoTails> seriously?
[12:52:07] <TheWall> There's a cafe that does *really* good pastry
[12:52:13] <TheWall> I got to have it *once*
[12:52:18] <GriefBeGone> psht, I can do that
[12:52:18] <YatanoKagami> Ignore her, Miss Vee.
[12:52:22] <GriefBeGone> What's the address?
[12:52:27] <GriefBeGone> no, no, I don't mind!
[12:52:29] <TheWall> great
[12:52:34] <TheWall> Shinmachi, around 3-21
You sit back, frowning at the screen as you consider your mental timetable. You honestly can't think of anything scheduled for Tuesday, though Oriko predicted the Soujo's likely arrival for Monday. That's really your only concern, you think.
[] Confirm meeting for Tuesday?
- [] Propose another day?
- [] Any other topics to cover?
[x] Vote in abeyance
- [] Any particular topics to hit with #milesgloriosus?
-[X] Also log into #milesgloriosus to hang out a bit and chat. Nothing heavy, just get to know them more.
[X] While on IRC, confirm meeting times today with:
-[X] The Shiogama Refugees. (To check their mental health, warn about the Soujus, and check their witchbomb status).
-[X] Oriko and Kirika. (To check on Oriko's soul, and update them about Tokyo Politics and the Iowa situation).
[X] Contact the Animators, let them know about the Soujus.
[X] While on IRC, confirm meeting times today with:
-[X] The Shiogama Refugees. (To check their mental health, warn about the Soujus, and check their witchbomb status).
-[X] Oriko and Kirika. (To check on Oriko's soul, and update them about Tokyo Politics and the Iowa situation).
[X] Contact the Animators, let them know about the Soujus.
=====
Right. Slightly later than I'd like, but better late than never?
Unrelated, fun tidbit: did you know that I actually wrote a short script Python to help me populate IRC timestamps?
Last edited:
Also, I realised that I never added this to the fanart posts. Fixed that!Here's a little something I've been working on.
I wonder how many of the references people will spot.
The Phoenixian
The Glacier Witch
- Location
- My own little world
Looks like we stepped in some lover's drama.
Planning wise, Tuesday is usually when we practice enchantment, but we have more than enough warning here to shuffle that around as needed.
That said, the proposed Tuesday is also the last day Oriko sees herself in her visions. So there's that to consider.
EDIT: Whoops! Was in the wrong day planner tab was looking things up. >.>
Planning wise, Tuesday is usually when we practice enchantment, but we have more than enough warning here to shuffle that around as needed.
EDIT: Whoops! Was in the wrong day planner tab was looking things up. >.>
Last edited:
- Location
- The Surface Of A Hostile Planet
Might as well spell out the references now too, since I never got around to that:
The empty grief seed cage is indeed a reference to Clear Seeds.
"Operator" and "Team Leader" are references to the SV positions of the same name, since it amused me to imagine that lining up.
080 is the prefix for mobile numbers in Japan.
4899 is @Godwinson 's SV member #, as can be seen in the URL linking to their profile, and 6101 is their Discord member ID.
The same pattern holds for Mami, except it's @ArcadianPhoenix 's numbers.
98_ is the Postal Code prefix for Miyagi Prefecture, although I had to play around with the last digits to assign Mitakihara a code that wouldn't overlap with real codes in use.
Miyagi Prefecture is the place where Mitakihara is located in PMAS, since we know it's between Sendai and Ishinomaki.
Kinbachi District is from this fanon map of Mitakihara, which isn't canon to PMAS but Firn approved cribbing district names from.
The extended address is mostly random numbers, except the "32" at the end, since that's Mami's apartment number. (Located on the third floor).
Sabrina's email is, of course, canon, but so is Mami's, since I got approval.
"Mitakun" is the city mascot, as seen in Rebellion - the city provides free email hosting under that domain, which Mami signed up for out of civic pride. That's why it ends in the government suffix of ".mh.jp" - Mitakihara's big enough to get its own "mh" subdomain.
- Location
- Somewhere!
- Pronouns
- She/Her
Those No Us were suspiciously firnbot like.
The Phoenixian
The Glacier Witch
- Location
- My own little world
I know several people in the PMAS community, myself included, have done exactly that before with Firnbot, yes.
Raiseth
I Find Your Lack of Memes Disturbing
- Location
- Russia
We need to also bring Mami's cake for comparison and to prove that Mami's cake is the best there is, leaving them to yearn for more, the only possible source of the wonderful cake being Sabrina and Mami, so there's really no reason for them not to be our friends, right?
- Location
- The Surface Of A Hostile Planet
In the end, it was not Mami, but Cake that saved the day.
(But we already know the Cake God Oriko prays to is Mami, so in the end it was still Mami.)
In any case, Tuesday seems totally free, so that's fine.
How do we want to approach the American IRC? We want deets on Iowa if they've got em, should we just straight up ask them to put the word out?
I thought Homu ordered those to come to her address.
(But we already know the Cake God Oriko prays to is Mami, so in the end it was still Mami.)
In any case, Tuesday seems totally free, so that's fine.
How do we want to approach the American IRC? We want deets on Iowa if they've got em, should we just straight up ask them to put the word out?
I thought Homu ordered those to come to her address.
- Location
- Illinois
The Phoenixian
The Glacier Witch
- Location
- My own little world
In addition to asking the Americans, I think it's worth considering asking Nyantokanyaru if they keep themselves informed on dangerous international groups. (In effectively so many words.)
Given the character the group has shown so far, it wouldn't surprise me if they're using their knowledge to protect themselves while also deliberately keeping themselves a smallish target with outsized firepower.
In their own words from last time we spoke:
Likewise, as came up this update, depending on just why the Iowa group does what they do and the mindset involved, it's entirely possible they might not target other Americans and so a group half-a continent away but in the same country would have less reason to know about them than a somewhat skittish group in another country who are worried about being targeted.
- Location
- Illinois
On the other hand, I'd say all indications are that these people are A) afraid of annoying us and B) afraid of being associated with us. I don't think they'd be too inclined to give us information about people like Iowa even if they knew it, for fear of annoying *them*. At least, that's how this is coming off to me.
Raiseth
I Find Your Lack of Memes Disturbing
- Location
- Russia
Didn't comment on it then, but how do you expect it to happen?
Something like this?
"I face out! I hold out! I reach out to the truth of my life-"
"Sabrina, now is so not the time for a bout of braindamage."
"-can you let me out? Will you let me out? Can you set me free from this dark inner world-"
"Oh, Sabrina..."
"Save me now, last beat in the soul~"
"Why is she singing?!"
"Oh hey, guys! Did you know my Persona is Madoka-no-Okami? Pretty cool, right?"
The Phoenixian
The Glacier Witch
- Location
- My own little world
We may not have luck (Note to self, talk to Shiogama girls about enchantments today or tomorrow*
) but I think that --- if we ask in the right way --- it's certainly worth the trouble and will cause only limited harm at most.Dealing with "the right way" here is why my proposal is nonspecific as to who we're asking about. To flesh it out further...
- Ask if they keep themselves up to date about groups, politics, and dangers outside of Japan, as well as within.
-- As part of that, ask if they'd be willing to share or trade info, and whether they'd prefer such things to be now or after we've had a chance to meet in person.
--- If they know and are amenable depending on how they respond, we can then either ask about Iowa, or leave it until Tuesday.
There's probably a more elegant and comprehensive way to votecraft this, but eh.
Even with the least result, I feel like it's not too forceful, gives us an idea of how good at gathering info they are --- and what types of info --- and lets us gauge their willingness to work with us.
Simply put, I feel like these guys are a potential way to learn about the world, and that that's not something that should be overlooked.
The information gatherers we know have specializations after all: Nadia has a boatload of international contacts and knows a lot of *general* facts, but avoids dangerous topics for safety's sake. Fukushima plainly knows a lot about the organizations of Japan, but is more limited outside of it.
Kagoshima has already stated that they keep their ears open, and especially hear quite a lot about grief controllers specifically. I feel like its worth examining whether that's just grief controllers or if it's broader and they look into other things too, like potential threats to themselves.
*Hmmm... on the serious side, now I'm wondering about inviting the Shiogama girls to a group enchantment session on Saturday. Could be a chance for bonding, especially if we do so with the intent of making enchantments as gifts to swap them around, as well as preparing for Tokyo.
Last edited:
- Location
- Illinois
I mean, you're not wrong. Once we decide we're going there it's a sunk cost fallacy to not try to get everything positive out of it that we can, and although I expect that the most useful bits we'll get are all going to be grief control-centric, we should go for anything else we can get -- and I don't think there's any real downside to trying for information on Iowa group beyond possibly making a group that doesn't want much to do with us anyway clam up.
I'm not saying we shouldn't try, I'm just saying I don't think we'll get anything.
- Location
- Illinois
The Phoenixian
The Glacier Witch
- Location
- My own little world
Yup, and that's all I'm arguing for: Making a solid attempt.
And Gah! There's a related issue I had forgotten about entirely until just now: Asking them about problems relating to grief controllers. Especially with grief controllers frequently coming into conflict with each other or being targeted by other sorts.
- Location
- Illinois
Yes.
The primary question there is why "the average grief controller" (nb: statement may be biased) is, apparently, a nutjob, because understanding that might be useful in some fashion (insight into QB plots / better ways to differentiate ourself from other grief controllers / ???).
- Location
- Norway
It's simple, we take the name of the G. R. I. E. F. E. R.
It's even a handy acronym!
Guaranteed
Restitution
In
Everyone's
Favorite
Energy
Reservour
- Location
- The Surface Of A Hostile Planet
As I see it, there's two primary reasons someone would wish to control grief, and they both lead to bad things.
Case 1: They knew about the system before wishing. They thought they could help people, or at least could live peacefully by cleansing themselves. But psyche, they can only cleanse by dumping the grief into other people!
At which point, without much direct combat utility (since most grief controllers don't get our Grief Lantern package), they can either use other people as scapegoats for their suffering, or they can die.
For obvious reasons, this tends to skew the population of surviving grief controllers towards the... selfish end of the spectrum.
Our IRC friend is particularly notable because she seems to have managed to step away from that slippery slope, which is... admirable, really. Very few people could manage that.
(She's, according to Homura, desperately trying to do good to atone for something, to the point of pushing her team to help fight WPN for free.)
So yeah, shattered expectations of trying to do good leading to deep despair and giving up on anything but using your power to the utmost to be a monster.
Case 2: They didn't know about the system, and just wished to control human suffering for kicks. This does not, uh, bode well for their mental state, obviously. That said, it's worth noting that among the less initiated magical girls, they'd assume that a lot of Case 1 girls fell into this group too, which would lower the general reputation of Grief Controllers even more.
Torgamous
Aspiring Gynoid
- Pronouns
- She/Her
Not necessarily for kicks. A girl wishing to not be depressed could easily get Grief control, just off the top of my head.
- Location
- The Surface Of A Hostile Planet
True, I overly simplified things. That said, a lot of the "ignorant" wishes that lead to grief control are gonna imply pretty bad things about the meguca. Look at Corbeau.