Puella Magi Adfligo Systema
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...that, might be something to look into.
I always figured it was something like how a star goes supernova, apparently when a star runs out of hydrogen to fuel its processes, it begins to fuse helium, and then fuses the result of that when helium runs out and so on, until it forms Iron. After that it's too late and the star rapidly collapses on itself and goes boom, leaving behind its former core.
Grief could be something like that, that when it reaches critical mass within the Soul Gem, it explodes, warping the puella into something new and transforming the Soul Gem into a Grief Seed, something that consumes grief. In a way, the Soul Gem and Grief Seeds simply collect and compress Grief, making it dense and thus more efficient than our technique.
....or I could be blowing a whole load of smoke.
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[x] Cleanse. Let's get some ammunition that doesn't automatically aggro the witch.
[x] Go in
-[x] Maxim 47. Don't expect the enemy to cooperate in the creation of your dream engagement. (Be a little more cautious)
Xexilf
Oblivion Sempiternum Daemonis
On the how fammiliars become witches... its possible that the new griefseed/"soul" is cobbled togetehr from bits fromthe 5/10/whatever people they killed to get so far. Which means reasrching this may just give us the ability to skip the witches/familiars intermediaries and directly prey on humans or something like that.
Which is probably nothing we want, even kyoko would balk at that, madoka/sayaka/mami would not be happy about the idea at all. Hamura may in theory be ruthless enough, but even she may hesitate.
Which is probably nothing we want, even kyoko would balk at that, madoka/sayaka/mami would not be happy about the idea at all. Hamura may in theory be ruthless enough, but even she may hesitate.
Omegastar
fear the {CENSORED}.
....what.
Entanglement pt. 39
"Cleanse before we go in?" you suggest, looking at Mami and Homura. Mami detaches her Soul Gem and holds it out for you with a smile, whereas Homura simply displays her hand.
You pull on the wisps of Grief clouding their Soul Gem, and add the Grief from your own to the billowing cloud that forms in front of you. Homura simply nods in acknowledgement, while Mami spends a moment to reattach the Soul Gem to her brooch and fuss with her hair.
Without anything else to do, the three of you step into the Barrier. You squelch your instinctive revulsion at being surrounded by Grief, and look around.
Or you try to, anyway.
All that meets your eyes is pitch darkness.
You can't even see yourself, not even a hand raised in front of your face.
"Sabrina?" Mami's slightly panicked voice floats out of the darkness.
"I'm here," you reply, with a calmness you don't quite feel. "Homura?"
"Here. I'm going to try making some light," the time traveller replies.
"Please do," Mami says, a slight edge to her voice.
You hear a clicking noise on your right, followed by a hissing noise, and red light that illuminates the three of you, but doesn't penetrate far into the darkness. Homura's holding up what looks like an emergency flare, the harsh light bathing the three of you in hues of crimson and casting Homura's grimly set face in stark relief.
Mami's face is almost tearful, and clears in relief as the light floods over her. "Oh, thank goodness, Akemi," she says.
It was like I was alone.
You see a portion of the Barrier twitch, as if its texture changed slightly. Your head snaps up, staring at that portion. "Something's ther-"
You're only halfway through your warning when the darkness billows and a ribbon congeals out of the darkness, lancing directly at the flare Homura's holding. Homura, who is suddenly three steps to the right, a sudden gunshot sounding and a pistol -a Desert Eagle? Where even in Japan?- in her left hand.
The muzzle flare flashes out, and the bullet severs the ribbon of darkness, which dissipates into so much vapour. "Attracted to the light," Homura snaps, smoothly sidestepping. This time, you've gotten your bearings, and a blade, flash-formed out of Grief, meets the ribbon. The sharp crack of Mami's musket firing has another ribbon wisping away into vapour.
"How annoying," Mami says primly, lowering her shouldered musket. "Akemi, do you have a large supply of flares?"
"Yes," Homura replies, as you slice through another bevy on tendrils homing in on the light. Both Homura and Mami are firing rapidly to keep the ribbons, which are striking at an increasingly fast tempo, at bay.
"Then we shall defend you," Mami says firmly. You can see Homura's eyebrows contract, and her mouth half-opens as if she's about to protest, most likely that she can handle herself, but she shuts her mouth, and simply nods. "Lead the way, Akemi," Mami says with a smile.
Flare in her right hand, and pistol in her left, Homura walks into the darkness. The pistol cracks out measured shots, each one severing any of the ribbons that slip too close to her. You and Mami circle her, you with both hand orchestrating the dance of your Grief blades cleaving through the tentacles.
Shots and golden ribbons lance out from Mami, her ribbons unerringly seeking out their shadowed counterparts and wrapping, smothering the shadowy ribbons. The flare in Homura's hand sputters once, but it's suddenly arcing away into the darkness, and a fresh one burning in Homura's hand. You follow the flight of the flare with your eyes, and observe that it's suddenly shredded into slivers by a convergence of the dark tendrils, its light smothered and extinguished.
A mass of golden ribbons crosses your line of sight, homing in on a mass of their umbral counterparts. "Tsk. Remember what I said about paying attention, Sabrina!" Mami calls cheerfully. You grin back and her, and send your blades of Grief dancing through another converging mass of tendrils. Behind you, the tempo of gun fire from Homura changes, and you glance back to see that the pistol's gone, replaced with a submachine gun you can't quite make out.
"I don't think it's much further," you comment; you can feel the looming presence that is the Witch.
"It's not," Homura agrees, and she blurs in place with a clicking of her shield. The flare, this one only half-burned, arcs into the air, followed by another two fresh ones. Another one is blazing in her hand.
Before the flares are shredded by the solidified shadows, they briefly illuminate the corpulent, abdominous form of what you recognize to be the Witch. It's a huge, squatting bulk, with a tiny head bearing two beady eyes that blink open under the harsh illumination of the flares. Six pudgy arms swathed in flaking, unhealthy looking skin depend from body and drag on the floor, spaced equally around the almost gelatinous mass.
As the soaring flares are destroyed and their light winks out, the Witch blinks down at the three of you.
[] Write-in
I swear I get more verbose when it comes to Witches.
You pull on the wisps of Grief clouding their Soul Gem, and add the Grief from your own to the billowing cloud that forms in front of you. Homura simply nods in acknowledgement, while Mami spends a moment to reattach the Soul Gem to her brooch and fuss with her hair.
Without anything else to do, the three of you step into the Barrier. You squelch your instinctive revulsion at being surrounded by Grief, and look around.
Or you try to, anyway.
All that meets your eyes is pitch darkness.
You can't even see yourself, not even a hand raised in front of your face.
"Sabrina?" Mami's slightly panicked voice floats out of the darkness.
"I'm here," you reply, with a calmness you don't quite feel. "Homura?"
"Here. I'm going to try making some light," the time traveller replies.
"Please do," Mami says, a slight edge to her voice.
You hear a clicking noise on your right, followed by a hissing noise, and red light that illuminates the three of you, but doesn't penetrate far into the darkness. Homura's holding up what looks like an emergency flare, the harsh light bathing the three of you in hues of crimson and casting Homura's grimly set face in stark relief.
Mami's face is almost tearful, and clears in relief as the light floods over her. "Oh, thank goodness, Akemi," she says.
It was like I was alone.
You see a portion of the Barrier twitch, as if its texture changed slightly. Your head snaps up, staring at that portion. "Something's ther-"
You're only halfway through your warning when the darkness billows and a ribbon congeals out of the darkness, lancing directly at the flare Homura's holding. Homura, who is suddenly three steps to the right, a sudden gunshot sounding and a pistol -a Desert Eagle? Where even in Japan?- in her left hand.
The muzzle flare flashes out, and the bullet severs the ribbon of darkness, which dissipates into so much vapour. "Attracted to the light," Homura snaps, smoothly sidestepping. This time, you've gotten your bearings, and a blade, flash-formed out of Grief, meets the ribbon. The sharp crack of Mami's musket firing has another ribbon wisping away into vapour.
"How annoying," Mami says primly, lowering her shouldered musket. "Akemi, do you have a large supply of flares?"
"Yes," Homura replies, as you slice through another bevy on tendrils homing in on the light. Both Homura and Mami are firing rapidly to keep the ribbons, which are striking at an increasingly fast tempo, at bay.
"Then we shall defend you," Mami says firmly. You can see Homura's eyebrows contract, and her mouth half-opens as if she's about to protest, most likely that she can handle herself, but she shuts her mouth, and simply nods. "Lead the way, Akemi," Mami says with a smile.
Flare in her right hand, and pistol in her left, Homura walks into the darkness. The pistol cracks out measured shots, each one severing any of the ribbons that slip too close to her. You and Mami circle her, you with both hand orchestrating the dance of your Grief blades cleaving through the tentacles.
Shots and golden ribbons lance out from Mami, her ribbons unerringly seeking out their shadowed counterparts and wrapping, smothering the shadowy ribbons. The flare in Homura's hand sputters once, but it's suddenly arcing away into the darkness, and a fresh one burning in Homura's hand. You follow the flight of the flare with your eyes, and observe that it's suddenly shredded into slivers by a convergence of the dark tendrils, its light smothered and extinguished.
A mass of golden ribbons crosses your line of sight, homing in on a mass of their umbral counterparts. "Tsk. Remember what I said about paying attention, Sabrina!" Mami calls cheerfully. You grin back and her, and send your blades of Grief dancing through another converging mass of tendrils. Behind you, the tempo of gun fire from Homura changes, and you glance back to see that the pistol's gone, replaced with a submachine gun you can't quite make out.
"I don't think it's much further," you comment; you can feel the looming presence that is the Witch.
"It's not," Homura agrees, and she blurs in place with a clicking of her shield. The flare, this one only half-burned, arcs into the air, followed by another two fresh ones. Another one is blazing in her hand.
Before the flares are shredded by the solidified shadows, they briefly illuminate the corpulent, abdominous form of what you recognize to be the Witch. It's a huge, squatting bulk, with a tiny head bearing two beady eyes that blink open under the harsh illumination of the flares. Six pudgy arms swathed in flaking, unhealthy looking skin depend from body and drag on the floor, spaced equally around the almost gelatinous mass.
As the soaring flares are destroyed and their light winks out, the Witch blinks down at the three of you.
[] Write-in
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I swear I get more verbose when it comes to Witches.
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...Huh, it is a canon witch.
Huh.
I'll admit I didn't expect anyone to get the Witch, especially as I played with the design a little. Well done, celdak.
Incidentally, here's something interesting to think about; canonically speaking, Suleika is long dead, and Mami defeats Suleika's Familiar... yesterday.
I'll admit I didn't expect anyone to get the Witch, especially as I played with the design a little. Well done, celdak.
Incidentally, here's something interesting to think about; canonically speaking, Suleika is long dead, and Mami defeats Suleika's Familiar... yesterday.
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timelineeessssss
Or did the familiar eat five people in a day and go full Witch?
...H.N. Elly is still out there too.
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FlatlineAskari
*feline scrutiny*
- Location
- Elsewhere
- Pronouns
- Any
Or somebody got fed to a familiar to resurrect her, and this is enemy action.
(I don't even know what constitutes shadowruns any more ...)
celdak
[Maniacal laughter]
- Location
- Behind you.
I will have to admit that i wasn't sure at all, i just went by the darkness=Suleika thought line. I take care to remember all witches that are canon. (bar the ones from the sequel-who'se-name-shall-not-be-spoken)You really don't throw likes around, do you?
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Dirtnap
Kanmusu Affecionado
Firngazen said:
Welp mumi still hasn't gotten past the loneliness, but then again its only been a couple of days.
[x]Cooperation Intensifies.
-[x] Run defense while Homura keeps the area lit and Mami goes for the eyes.
[x]If it puts up a fight...find it with grief senses. Pull its head off. Give a warning first.
Mister Bad Guy
Mr Mercury to friends
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- Bay Area
"The dark witch (has not debuted), with a delusional nature. Her power grows as the darkness deepens. In total darkness she can scarcely be matched. She's almost unrivaled inside an absolute black; however, with lights as numerous as they are nowadays, she is not a witch to be feared."
This looks pretty black to me. We need some light.
This looks pretty black to me. We need some light.
Yup, hence plan A is MORE FLARES.
Plan B is to completely disregard the witch's barrier mechanics and skip to the part where we tear her apart. Needless to say, it's Plan B for a reason.
The Bird
tEM IS GUD...RITER!
- Location
- In that den of villains and scum, OKLAHOMA
....Actually, this is the perfect situation to test my idea about converting grief to energy. However, instead of small explosions, ala grief grenades, we would have to focus on photokinetic energy as a light source, in order to weaken the witch.
Also, no idea if photokinetic energy is a thing, but if it is, I may have more ideas for SCIENCE.
Also, no idea if photokinetic energy is a thing, but if it is, I may have more ideas for SCIENCE.
...That's actually a kind of viable plan if decapitation fails. The first bit anyway.
What did you do with the real jacob?
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