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Puella Magica Somniabunt Sanguinis [PMMM/Bloodborne]

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[X] Ask how she can be so casual about rending time and space? It's terrifying.
[X] Maybe she's forgotten about moonlight? Try to explain.
Origami Clock said:
It reminds you far too much of that sword that Papa used once, when Uncle Spider came for you. The one that otherwise sits chained in a sheath of rune-scored lead in his workshop, whispering quietly to itself.

When you asked him about it, afterwards, he called it a 'gate to Nowhere', as if the absence of a place could be a place in itself. You try not to think about it honestly, especially given that everything looks slightly green when you look through the eyes of your Bud.
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Now I want to know what would've happened if we went for it.
 
[X] Ask how she can be so casual about rending time and space? It's terrifying.
[X] Maybe she's forgotten about moonlight? Try to explain.
 
MilitaryAaa said:
Now I want to know what would've happened if we went for it.
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You wouldn't have had to make it yourself, for one thing. The sword, true to it's nature, is never more than a wish and a prayer away from those who desire to wield it. All things are the same distance from Nowhere, after all. There might have been a minor Guidance/invisitext infestation whenever you unsheathed it, however.
 
[X] Ask how she can be so casual about rending time and space? It's terrifying.
[X] Maybe she's forgotten about moonlight? Try to explain.
 
[X] Ask how she can be so casual about rending time and space? It's terrifying.
[X] Maybe she's forgotten about moonlight? Try to explain.
 
Just just to be clear, by moonlight, @NemoMarx do you mean how Great Ones into magic generally, or particularly how the Hunter/Howling Moon and his descendants approach it? Because I've got Matthew Swift's speech regarding Life=Magic=Life from A Madness of Angels all ready for the former, but the latter may end up getting a bit complicated.

edit: sorry nemomarx, thought it was solsticegalen who started this particular bandwagon last night, my fault for any delays .
Adhoc vote count started by Origami Clock on Oct 23, 2017 at 5:38 AM, finished with 11 posts and 8 votes.
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[X] Ask how she can be so casual about rending time and space? It's terrifying.
[X] Maybe she's forgotten about moonlight? Try to explain.
 
[X] Ask how she can be so casual about rending time and space? It's terrifying.
[X] Maybe she's forgotten about moonlight? Try to explain.

I'm bad at details which costume/weapon choice won again?
I think it's the one I voted for since I doubt that's Simons Bowblade but like I said I'm bad at details.
 
Dragonjackel said:
[X] Ask how she can be so casual about rending time and space? It's terrifying.
[X] Maybe she's forgotten about moonlight? Try to explain.

I'm bad at details which costume/weapon choice won again?
I think it's the one I voted for since I doubt that's Simons Bowblade but like I said I'm bad at details.
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Maria+bowblade, hence long wavelike sword avec the mentions of the costume being based upon Cainhurst's First Hunter.
 
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Child of Blood - pt. 9
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    • The world blurs into a grey smear beneath you.

    You feel the meagre warmth of the sun on the back of your neck, and wish that it would burn through the milky membrane of clouds that cover the skyline.

    You wish for a sky so blue it would make your eyes ache, so empty that you would feel that you could just fall up into it and drift forever in its currents.

    You wish for a proper sun, a proper moon, not these anaemic reflections, to spread your flowers wide under and bask in their cosmic radiations.

    You wish you hadn't hurt your host through your mutual incomprehension.

    You wish that you could just wake up and be home again.

    But wishes never helped anyone.

    So you follow behind your Host, your eyes resembling her own far more than either of you will ever admit, like ice shrouding dark water.

    You both have things to do. There is a war to fight, eggs to ward from vermin, a world to cleanse and stitch back together.

    There will be time for apologies later.

    You wince as you think that thought, recalling that monochrome void that She pulled you into. She has all the time in the world, an infinity of moments chopped as finely as she wished, and yet...

    There will not be time, if you wait. There has never been enough time for her, and now the same was true for you. Not for duty, not for forgiveness, not for anything but an eternity of holding actions.

    If time was all that was needed for victory, then you would not be here.

    You come to a halt at the edges of what seems to be a vast garden, an utterly hideous house lying in the centre of it.

    All colourless angles and panes of glass like great soulless eyes, it even smelled wrong, all sterile metal and bitter smelling plaster.

    You are still for a moment, wondering just how something so ugly can lie at the heart of something so beautiful, before She pokes you with an elbow, indicating that you should follow her up the side of a cute young oak.

    It's a little small to be a tree you could properly drape yourself over, but constrained by necessity as you were, that wasn't much of a problem.

    You give him a sisterly pat as you perch yourself upon a thick bough alongside Her, and his leaves rustle an appreciative, if mindless, response.

    She reaches-

    You look away, paling a little and trying not to shake just from being in sheer proximity to that thing.

    You look back, once you feel safe again, and you see she has what looks like a strange pair of monoculars fused together in her hand, and a tangle of metal spars and taunt wire resting on the top of her thighs.

    You are reminded of that murderous piece of machinery that the Powder Kegs called the Stake Driver, though it seems to have a smaller spike installed in its heart for some reason.

    For anything small enough to be significantly hurt by that, you might as well just use your fists and save the bother of using it. Unless you were a Powder Keg, of course, but even Papa thought they were a bit weird, and that was after assimilating their echoes into himself.

    She saw you looking appraisingly at her weapon, and nodded with slightly spiky appreciation at your understanding.

    "Good, I was worried I'd have to explain what crossbows are for a moment. Take these, let me know if the Incubator comes anywhere near that house."

    A flare of anger fills you, and you bury your stung pride under the fact that she still trusts you to help in supervising her children as yet unborn.

    You see them through the mon- what would they be called...oh, binoculars, and you instantly see why She is so fierce in their protection.

    There are three girls lying in various positions within a bedroom.

    One with green hair, whose magic is like a film of oil on water, translucent and ungraspable. In the fullness of her power, she will walk among the vermin like a ghost, visible only by the destructive ripples of her passing.

    The next is blue-haired, and her magic is like a great pounding heart, thrumming with potency, but burdened by a terrible vulnerability. You see the nubs of what would become in time, a mighty cage of bone, and know that Incubators will seek this one like a bloody wound, out of fear of what she might become.

    The last, you can only look at briefly, seeing a shock of bright pink hair, before you are forced to look away.

    She burns like the Sun, the true one, with a strength incomprehensible by any lesser might than herself. If her nature had not been shrouded by her unborn state, you would have not needed a guide to her.

    Now that you have her scent, nothing but blinding your higher senses irrevocably could ever hide her from you.

    "How do you bear it?"

    "What?"

    "Looking at her. It's like staring at the sun. I can barely see the house anymore now that I know what to look for. She's so bright."

    "Your magic senses are that sensitive? Why didn't you say anything?"

    "What? Yours aren't? I...I suppose that makes sense, when you've got that thing hanging on your arm."

    "My shield? What's wrong with it?"

    "It's a shield in the same way I'm a flower and my Papa was a big ball of rock. When you open it up..."

    You can't fail to shudder as you think of the endless fractal spiral of space unfolding, stretching from a single point out into an infinite timeless void.

    Unfolding and unfolding and unfolding a-

    NO!

    You return to the world, and you see that She is as pale as milk, and your head feels like it was stepped on by an Elder Giant. Your cheek feels damp, and you touch it to find it damp with translucent pink sap, with worrying flecks of vibrant red within.

    You use a corner of your cravat to mop up the trail of fluid leaking from your eye, your respective positions in this world very firmly re-established.

    "I just thought about it too much, silly of me really. Great Ones can't even understand what it does, not without bad things happening. You use it. As. A. Bag. That's why you're the Exalted One here."

    "I-I..."

    "Sorry, I won't do it again. Curiosity is a bit of a family curse, I'm afraid."

    "I didn't know."

    It was almost a wail of despair, if a wail could be whispered so as not to draw any attention to your position. Her eyes are damp in the corners, ice melted by the hot guilt that glowed in her eyes.

    A similar pain lances through you, as if you had begun to intermingle. You feel cold shame race through your tendrils, as if you had just watched an invalid tumble to the floor and stood above them, asking why they couldn't get up.

    "I'll tell you, I'll tell you anything you want..."

    You babble apologies, the words that you feel in your core sticking in your throat.

    Anything, just please, please stop looking at me like that.

    A God should not be weeping for you.

    If you weren't in such a precarious position, you'd wrap Her up in your arms and never let her go, and you were severely tempted to do so anyway, and damn the consequences.

    Instead it was Her who decided to take the initiative on this one. She reach- LOOKAWAY- in her hand sat a black gem covered with sharp silver filigree.

    She pressed it to the gem on her hand, and the pain in her eyes seemed to fade. She sniffed and rubbed her eyes with her sleeve, while her other hand held the weapon on her lap steady.

    "You too?"

    You nod, barely comprehending her words, but acquiescing anyway.

    Your thoughts are scattered, all your effort going into holding onto your form. Flowers have begun to bloom on your hat and your lapel, you can feel your tendrils begging to be released, to be allowed to grow and spread.

    It hurts, to be so constrained. But what would be worse would be disappointing the Exalted One? So you bite your lip as you watch her lean over, so close that it aches not to reach out and embrace her, and tap that gem of hers to the gem at your neck, now flowing with strange, unnameable colours.

    ITHURTSMAKEITSTO-

    For the first time that you can remember in this world, your thoughts are clear, your mind polished as bright as a button by the river of pain that just flowed through you.

    Your gem shines only dimly now, but the strange, nameless lights that floated within it are gone now, snuffed out by a flood of raw humanity.

    "Thank you...not sure what happened there..."

    Homura was wearing one of her almost-smiles, though this one had a decidedly bitter tint.

    "So even cheating aliens have to deal with grief here? Can't say I'm even surprised."

    You pout, and certainly don't feel any impulse to remorselessly snuggle her until she stops calling you an alien.

    "If you had a better moon here..."

    "What is it you with you and moonlight anyway? Aren't plants supposed to need sunlight? If you're nocturnal, doesn't that make you a mushroom or something?"

    Your pouting intensifies, and you pull a blossom off of your hat to toss at her. It bursts just before she can swat it away, covering her in petals. Somehow, none of that managed to shift her expression an inch away from deadpan, which you regarded as a personal challenge.

    "The Moon is the biggest Great One that can be near the world without killing everything on it accidentally. It's really, really hard to hold all of that power together, so they usually bleed off all the extra magic, and that's how you get moonlight."

    "I'm not sure, but I'm fairly sure the Sun should be involved somewhere in that."
    "He's the biggest Great One I know, I even got to see him once, and the only other thing that I've ever seen as bright as Him is sitting in that room over there. If I hadn't looked at the other two first, I'd have never known that they were magical too."

    "Wait, other two? Sayaka's the only-"

    You feel an absence in the world, and you interrupt her suddenly, a spike of fear going out for those precious unborn within that hideous house.

    "Vermin, crossing the lawn by the window."

    She seamlessly goes from idle conversation to shouldering her device, and with little more sound than a metallic twang that was muffled by the leaves surrounding you, the void in your senses is snuffed out, and everything is right with the world, or at least this world, again.

    "So, how often does it try to go for them?"

    "I lose count."

    "..."
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    You are beginning to see the scale of the task before you.
    Surely you can do something to help, SV.
    But are you will to risk Eyes for it?
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    • Origami Clock said:
    One with green hair, whose magic is like a film of oil on water, translucent and ungraspable. In the fullness of her power, she will walk among the vermin like a ghost, visible only by the destructive ripples of her passing.
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    Well, Hitomi sounds terrifying. Although our estimation for Sayaka seems a bit different too?

    Also how do we have a gem? Something happened when we got brought here, I think.
     
    NemoMarx said:
    Well, Hitomi sounds terrifying. Although our estimation for Sayaka seems a bit different too?

    Also how do we have a gem? Something happened when we got brought here, I think.
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    A not inconsiderable quantity of extra dimensional fuckery was involved in the transfer, yes. Although, important difference, Ruby consumes rather than dispenses grief, to blot out the inhuman emotions that her Eldritch side starts to generate to fill the gaps where her human emotions can't cope with things.
     
    Origami Clock said:
    A not inconsiderable quantity of extra dimensional fuckery was involved in the transfer, yes. Although, important difference, Ruby consumes rather than dispenses grief, to blot out the inhuman emotions that her Eldritch side starts to generate to fill the gaps where her human emotions can't cope with things.
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    Hmm... would we be able to teach Homura Bloodborne magic, would we know how? At the very least I think it would be a good idea to let Homura know the differences between Great Old One magic and whatever the hell the incubators are giving out.
     
    SkyCrab said:
    Hmm... would we be able to teach Homura Bloodborne magic, would we know how? At the very least I think it would be a good idea to let Homura know the differences between Great Old One magic and whatever the hell the incubators are giving out.
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    There isn't really any difference at all, hence why Ruby has been being making mildly confused flower noises so far. And Incubators havn't been handing anything out. That's sort of the point of why Ruby now really, really hates them, beyond the whole emotionless abomination thing.

    It's entirely possible to show Homura how to do Bloodborne magic, it just takes time for both of you, and requires Ruby to give up some of her power for the more significant versions.
     
    loneangel said:
    But it's not like the corpses would be needing them anymore!
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    I'm certain that if Mami finds you because of bunnycat schemes she will nod appreciativly and offer you an ice-cream scoop to help with extraction and not overreact in any way whatsoever.
    SkyCrab said:
    How about teaching Madoka magic, or would that be too difficult because of her power.
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    Interesting idea. Not sure how you plan to sell Homu on that idea though.
     
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