Relevant to the discussion of names and runes.... we've already told at least one person that we know the names of witches. Haven't yet explained how.
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Relevant to the discussion of names and runes.... we've already told at least one person that we know the names of witches. Haven't yet explained how.
I considered asking for boundary manipulation i.e. Yukari Yakumo.
I kind of wonder what would have happened if we'd wished for something like cake, or for Kyosuke to be healed, with all our strange potential.Cake wish best wish.
@Firnagzen any chance of an omake? You did one early on for the "fix everything" wish.
Onmur
Archangel of Nutella.
Cake solves everything.Cake wish best wish.
"I don't understand. I can't stop eating."
And so the incubators stopped incubating.
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What should have followed is the eventual heat death of the universe.
But the anthromorphic form of heat death realized it cannot have more of the glorious cake if the universe is dead.
al103
Grumpy Russian Bear (SV edition)
- Location
- Russia, Krasnoyarsk
Maribel Hearn didn't contracted yet, so no witch by the name Yukari Yakumo for you.
...
That made much more sense than I expected...
PhantomFractions
I can (not) type fast enough
- Location
- Australia
If we're still doing those speeches:
I am. Through licence of she who shall be "I Hope" I have come. Though my feet need no longer touch upon the base Earth, I have come. I am the spark that starts the fire. I am the butterfly that flaps its wings and blows away the old world. I am the perturbation of the system. The aberration of the endless maze. I am Sabrina. I am here.
I do have a soft spot for those speeches in Nobody Dies. One more for the road:
We are the Thread. We have no idea what we're doing, but there was probably a microwave involved at some point. Panic.
I am. Through licence of she who shall be "I Hope" I have come. Though my feet need no longer touch upon the base Earth, I have come. I am the spark that starts the fire. I am the butterfly that flaps its wings and blows away the old world. I am the perturbation of the system. The aberration of the endless maze. I am Sabrina. I am here.
I do have a soft spot for those speeches in Nobody Dies. One more for the road:
We are the Thread. We have no idea what we're doing, but there was probably a microwave involved at some point. Panic.
Onmur
Archangel of Nutella.
I'm all for panicking! It makes life sooo interesting.
...Sabrina should never be let anywhere near a S2 organ.
Dirtnap
Kanmusu Affecionado
Sabrina teaches Kaworu the wonders of microwaved tea, dooming every Evangelion timeline from then on to a dietary fate worse than death?What's the worst that could happen
inb4 everything is tang.
UrsaTempest
Don't Panic!
Well, tang'd everyone would solve the problem of not knowing what Oriko is thinking.
Dirtnap
Kanmusu Affecionado
I can tell you Oriko is thinking.
"Damn Sabrina."
"I wish Kirika was here right now."
"Needs more sugar."
"Almost out of tea."
"OH GODDAMMIT SABRINA."
You bloody plebian why would you do that.
Dirtnap
Kanmusu Affecionado
Because some tea actually does go well with sugar.
UrsaTempest
Don't Panic!
Sugary, cold tea, is great if you are at tropic just resting after a really long walk.
Onmur
Archangel of Nutella.
Fixed order for these two.
Oriko is soon going into Kirika withdrawal. Symptoms may include: Anxiety, restlessness, headaches, irritability, headaches, poor concentration, depression, headaches, witching out, death, insomnia and
Crasian01
Insane Incubator
Actually, this isn't a bad point. African and Indian tea, especially when brewed quite strong, is fantastic with sweetened condensed milk.
Dirtnap
Kanmusu Affecionado
Brah, I live in the American South. Sweet tea is a way of life.
PhantomFractions
I can (not) type fast enough
- Location
- Australia
What's the worst that could happen
inb4 everything is tang.
*Meanwhile, in Rebuild of PMAS*
"Wait, so you're saying that when Instrumentality occurs, we'll all be sharing our brains with hers?"
*Sabrina smiles winningly*
Mass Excalibur-face ensues.
And that's how brain damage saved the world.
"YES WE KNOW. OH GOD WE KNOW WHAT WE KNOW CANNOT BE UNKNOWN"
"I didn't even know people could do things like that..."
AuraTwilight
The Sorcerer of Smiles
- Location
- The Silver City
...I actually trust her with it. an S2 Engine is just an infinite-energy engine. That's basically what we already have.
Getting Instrumentality authority requires being an aspect of a Seed of Life (Adam or Lilith), but Sabrina'll probably do that too.
"We've Got Hostiles" pt. 15
"Well," you say, glancing around at Mami and Kirika. "Apparently the Uni group is currently being attacked." You pull a face. "Time to go pull someone else's asses out of the fire - you remember what Oriko said, right?"
Mami nods. "Seven hours before they were chased out of the city."
Kirika bounces on the carpet and pouts at you. "Aw, you were talking to Oriko and didn't invite me?"
"Sorry, I just wanted to ask her something," you tell her.
"Eh. It's OK. I was talking to her earlier, too!" Kirika says brightly. "She's sleeping now, though." She runs her fingers through her hair, combing it back into order.
Self consciously, you start patting your own hair back into order.
"Anyway," you mutter. "Let me try something else. Uh, excuse me, Mami?" You stand, and twist your will. The carpet ripples, shreds of Grief dancing through the air as your reshape it midflight. The whipping storm of Grief disguises the torrent pouring out from Hildegarde's Grief Seed, lofted amidst the storm.
Seats sprout out of the carpet like mushrooms, extruding backrests and armrests and pushing Mami and Kirika into seated positions - a double seat for you and Mami, a single for Kirika. You grin at their surprised eeps as you continue, building a fuselage extending backwards from the windscreen to enclose you fully.
Finally, Hildegarde's Seed, now clear and emptied of Grief, returns to your pocket, and you sweep into a low bow, facing Kirika and Mami. "Welcome, ladies, and thank you for flying Sabrina Airlines Flight SA-002. This is your captain speaking. We have reached our crusing altitude of, uh..." you peer out of the window, "I don't know how high. We will be reaching Sendai in... you know what, I don't know either. I'm not good at this."
Kirika laughs, clapping her hands happily.
Mami smiles fondly at you as you plop down in the double seat. "This is amazing, Sabrina," she compliments you. "Uh... Maybe give us some warning next time?" she adds.
"Oh, sorry," you say. "Should have thought of that. I'll do that next time," you say, leaning back in the seat, and frown at the consistency of the Grief. "Mami, maybe you could make cushions or something?"
"Ooh, that's a good idea," Mami says, smiling. She shifts a little, holding up a hand, and it's your turn to jump when the seat below you suddenly squirms, and a cushion weaves itself into existence from ribbons. Padding wraps around the back of the seat, too.
"Brilliant!" you grin. "Now, hold on..." A twist of your attention has the acceleration noticeably pressing you back into your seats. Mami shifts, shuffling across the seat to lean up against you as you pour on the speed, bearing down on the entire construct surrounding you with your will.
"What are you doing, Sabrina?" Mami asks curiously.
"Uh. Getting us to Sendai faster," you say. "And, uh. Trying to break the sound barrier."
"Oh, Sabrina," Mami says, a familiar, fondly exasperated tone in her voice.
The ground speeds past below you, largely unoccupied expanses of vegetation skimming by in blurs of green as you swing south, past Mitakihara, visible as a shining silver smudge to your right. You're not sure whether you're actually breaking the sound barrier - it's not like you'd be able to tell from inside the shockwave if there were one, anyway.
... You feel vaguely annoyed about that.
On the other hand, you definitely are going fast. At ludicrous speeds, you might say. Or indeed, sufficient velocity.
Sendai appears, a massive grey smudge that rapidly turns into a dense, sprawling expanse of buildings. Rather like Ishinomaki, the city looks, and feels, old. Older, grungier buildings standing beside newer, shining silver constructions.
And...
You can see the conflict, in the distance.
Flickering, shining motes of lights glowing and hunting through the air, striking and spinning and slashing across the canyons yawning between buildings. A standing wave of water that ebbs and crashes and smashes between buildings - Akiko's work, you imagine. A veritable forest, sprouted incongrously on the rooftop.
Your eyes narrow, as Mami sits bolt upright, eyes also on the conflict.
"Miss Inoue?" you reach out for Yuuki, including Mami in the call.
"Yeah?"
"Hook me up to the University Girls?" you ask.
"OK," the girl replies. "Miss Chouko?" You can feel the new connection click into place.
"Now is not a good time!" an unfamiliar voice barks.
"Miss Chouko, I am Sabrina from Mitakihara-" you begin.
"Fighting for my life here!" she snaps at you, biting off the words.
"Incoming on you to end the fighting," you reply, tone equally clipped.
"Wha-" she breaks off. "Whatever!"
You frown. An understandable, if annoying reaction. Oh well.
"Right, thank you, Miss Inoue," you tell the girl, and close the connection, reaching instead for another one. "Akiko."
"Miss Sabrina?" the bluenette's voice sounds just as harried as Chouko's, if for a different but related reason.
"Incoming on you to end the fighting," you say tersely, tone brooking no argument.
"I don't think this is a good time!" she snaps back, confusion leaking into her tone.
"No time like the present," you rebutt, and close the connection.
You meet Mami's eyes. Worry swims in her eyes, but determination firms the lines around her mouth. You pat her on the arm, smiling reassuringly at her, and she impulsively catches your hand and pulls you into a tight hug. You return it, squeezing her as tightly as she does you. She pulls back after a moment. "S-sorry," she says, looking down.
You tap her lightly on the forehead. "You have nothing to apologize for," you tell her, smiling, and Mami blushes, looking away.
You glance back at Kirika, and she grins sunnily at you, giving you another of those damnable thumbs ups. You roll your eyes at her.
"We're going in," you tell her tartly. "Same as before - nonlethal, save the antimagic."
"Aw, fine," Kirika pouts.
"Right. We're going loud," you declare, rising lightly to your feet, glancing ahead at the roiling puella magi conflict. Mami rises with you, her expression smoothed out into a confident mask. Kirika, too, leaps to her feet, balancing catlike on the toes of her feet, suddenly-reclawed hands hanging loosely at her sides.
The chairs bubble back down to join the floor beneath you.
You have a lot of Grief available to you right now, what with emptying out Hildegarde's Seed.
And you let it all erupt out into a titanic, slowly turning hurricane, with the three of you in the center. Twisting eddies whorl and surge through the maelstrom, casting endlessly shifting purple light down on the three of you as you stand - Mami on your left, Kirika on your right.
"Fuck." Sakura's voice.
"Yep. Incoming," you say.
"Jesus fuck," Sakura swears.
You can see the fight judder to a halt as the oppressive, overwhelming sensation of raw, active Grief washes out over the evening light. Akiko's standing wave of water halts its onslaught, and evaporates, the forest of vines stilling its deadly motion. The fighters break off, stopping in confusion, and presumably, fear.
You bleed off a little speed as the three of you arrive over the battlefield.
You can see four forms taking off in the distance.
Four girls, ones you don't recognize, are crouched within the dense forest of vines in a tight huddle, watching you cruise in with wary tension in their body language and weapons ready. Heavy roots groan and creak in slow growth across the rooftop, quiescent but all to ready to spring to life again.
You stare down at them, as the three of you drift closer.
"Sabrina?" Mami says to you. "That's... Tsubaki Chouko, and Umeko Yuko."
... There are five Soul Gems between four girls, in your Grief senses.
[] Let Mami talk to the University girls
[] Talk to the University girls yourself
[] Go after the Sendai girls
[] Write-in
Fleeing must be a sign of a guilty conscience, right?
Mami nods. "Seven hours before they were chased out of the city."
Kirika bounces on the carpet and pouts at you. "Aw, you were talking to Oriko and didn't invite me?"
"Sorry, I just wanted to ask her something," you tell her.
"Eh. It's OK. I was talking to her earlier, too!" Kirika says brightly. "She's sleeping now, though." She runs her fingers through her hair, combing it back into order.
Self consciously, you start patting your own hair back into order.
"Anyway," you mutter. "Let me try something else. Uh, excuse me, Mami?" You stand, and twist your will. The carpet ripples, shreds of Grief dancing through the air as your reshape it midflight. The whipping storm of Grief disguises the torrent pouring out from Hildegarde's Grief Seed, lofted amidst the storm.
Seats sprout out of the carpet like mushrooms, extruding backrests and armrests and pushing Mami and Kirika into seated positions - a double seat for you and Mami, a single for Kirika. You grin at their surprised eeps as you continue, building a fuselage extending backwards from the windscreen to enclose you fully.
Finally, Hildegarde's Seed, now clear and emptied of Grief, returns to your pocket, and you sweep into a low bow, facing Kirika and Mami. "Welcome, ladies, and thank you for flying Sabrina Airlines Flight SA-002. This is your captain speaking. We have reached our crusing altitude of, uh..." you peer out of the window, "I don't know how high. We will be reaching Sendai in... you know what, I don't know either. I'm not good at this."
Kirika laughs, clapping her hands happily.
Mami smiles fondly at you as you plop down in the double seat. "This is amazing, Sabrina," she compliments you. "Uh... Maybe give us some warning next time?" she adds.
"Oh, sorry," you say. "Should have thought of that. I'll do that next time," you say, leaning back in the seat, and frown at the consistency of the Grief. "Mami, maybe you could make cushions or something?"
"Ooh, that's a good idea," Mami says, smiling. She shifts a little, holding up a hand, and it's your turn to jump when the seat below you suddenly squirms, and a cushion weaves itself into existence from ribbons. Padding wraps around the back of the seat, too.
"Brilliant!" you grin. "Now, hold on..." A twist of your attention has the acceleration noticeably pressing you back into your seats. Mami shifts, shuffling across the seat to lean up against you as you pour on the speed, bearing down on the entire construct surrounding you with your will.
"What are you doing, Sabrina?" Mami asks curiously.
"Uh. Getting us to Sendai faster," you say. "And, uh. Trying to break the sound barrier."
"Oh, Sabrina," Mami says, a familiar, fondly exasperated tone in her voice.
The ground speeds past below you, largely unoccupied expanses of vegetation skimming by in blurs of green as you swing south, past Mitakihara, visible as a shining silver smudge to your right. You're not sure whether you're actually breaking the sound barrier - it's not like you'd be able to tell from inside the shockwave if there were one, anyway.
... You feel vaguely annoyed about that.
On the other hand, you definitely are going fast. At ludicrous speeds, you might say. Or indeed, sufficient velocity.
Sendai appears, a massive grey smudge that rapidly turns into a dense, sprawling expanse of buildings. Rather like Ishinomaki, the city looks, and feels, old. Older, grungier buildings standing beside newer, shining silver constructions.
And...
You can see the conflict, in the distance.
Flickering, shining motes of lights glowing and hunting through the air, striking and spinning and slashing across the canyons yawning between buildings. A standing wave of water that ebbs and crashes and smashes between buildings - Akiko's work, you imagine. A veritable forest, sprouted incongrously on the rooftop.
Your eyes narrow, as Mami sits bolt upright, eyes also on the conflict.
"Miss Inoue?" you reach out for Yuuki, including Mami in the call.
"Yeah?"
"Hook me up to the University Girls?" you ask.
"OK," the girl replies. "Miss Chouko?" You can feel the new connection click into place.
"Now is not a good time!" an unfamiliar voice barks.
"Miss Chouko, I am Sabrina from Mitakihara-" you begin.
"Fighting for my life here!" she snaps at you, biting off the words.
"Incoming on you to end the fighting," you reply, tone equally clipped.
"Wha-" she breaks off. "Whatever!"
You frown. An understandable, if annoying reaction. Oh well.
"Right, thank you, Miss Inoue," you tell the girl, and close the connection, reaching instead for another one. "Akiko."
"Miss Sabrina?" the bluenette's voice sounds just as harried as Chouko's, if for a different but related reason.
"Incoming on you to end the fighting," you say tersely, tone brooking no argument.
"I don't think this is a good time!" she snaps back, confusion leaking into her tone.
"No time like the present," you rebutt, and close the connection.
You meet Mami's eyes. Worry swims in her eyes, but determination firms the lines around her mouth. You pat her on the arm, smiling reassuringly at her, and she impulsively catches your hand and pulls you into a tight hug. You return it, squeezing her as tightly as she does you. She pulls back after a moment. "S-sorry," she says, looking down.
You tap her lightly on the forehead. "You have nothing to apologize for," you tell her, smiling, and Mami blushes, looking away.
You glance back at Kirika, and she grins sunnily at you, giving you another of those damnable thumbs ups. You roll your eyes at her.
"We're going in," you tell her tartly. "Same as before - nonlethal, save the antimagic."
"Aw, fine," Kirika pouts.
"Right. We're going loud," you declare, rising lightly to your feet, glancing ahead at the roiling puella magi conflict. Mami rises with you, her expression smoothed out into a confident mask. Kirika, too, leaps to her feet, balancing catlike on the toes of her feet, suddenly-reclawed hands hanging loosely at her sides.
The chairs bubble back down to join the floor beneath you.
You have a lot of Grief available to you right now, what with emptying out Hildegarde's Seed.
And you let it all erupt out into a titanic, slowly turning hurricane, with the three of you in the center. Twisting eddies whorl and surge through the maelstrom, casting endlessly shifting purple light down on the three of you as you stand - Mami on your left, Kirika on your right.
"Fuck." Sakura's voice.
"Yep. Incoming," you say.
"Jesus fuck," Sakura swears.
You can see the fight judder to a halt as the oppressive, overwhelming sensation of raw, active Grief washes out over the evening light. Akiko's standing wave of water halts its onslaught, and evaporates, the forest of vines stilling its deadly motion. The fighters break off, stopping in confusion, and presumably, fear.
You bleed off a little speed as the three of you arrive over the battlefield.
You can see four forms taking off in the distance.
Four girls, ones you don't recognize, are crouched within the dense forest of vines in a tight huddle, watching you cruise in with wary tension in their body language and weapons ready. Heavy roots groan and creak in slow growth across the rooftop, quiescent but all to ready to spring to life again.
You stare down at them, as the three of you drift closer.
"Sabrina?" Mami says to you. "That's... Tsubaki Chouko, and Umeko Yuko."
... There are five Soul Gems between four girls, in your Grief senses.
[] Let Mami talk to the University girls
[] Talk to the University girls yourself
[] Go after the Sendai girls
[] Write-in
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Fleeing must be a sign of a guilty conscience, right?
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