Crow
Falling is a Pleasure. Regardless of its Fate
Thank Tzeentch......
Still i dont know what to choose........ ideally i would like to explore the situation more before giving an answer....
Renascence: A Homura Quest
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Still i dont know what to choose........ ideally i would like to explore the situation more before giving an answer....
O.k switching to
[x] I need the power to change fate.
[x] I need the power to change fate.
How about a lesser variant of it, asking for strength of heart/mind/soul without requiring unlimited strength(which is naturally unlimited price)? What kind of cost can we expect?
AnonymousRabbit
Rabbit Faced
[Q]... I need a drink...
Hyp3rB14d3
Gotta catch 'em all!
-[x]"...I need the power to change fate."
Ardion Prosili
An (im)Perfect Cell
And you never will~!
Higure
Witch of Faith
- Location
- The Golden Land
The issue isn't strength, it's the wish itself. Unfailing sanity is simply something that you can not personally afford to experience. That wish is more or less a straight up Bad End.
The wish regarding Madoka is just simply too much for you, due to her Karmic Weight. Attempting to alter Madoka's fate directly in that way is like trying to destroy a planet with an unenchanted wooden stick.
Wishing for strength of heart/mind/soul is fine, but what you get out of it might not be what you expect.
Omake: Dreams
Mykenae
The Meliorist
[x] "...I need the power to change fate."
Edit: and,
-[x] Don't agree to anything until we know the price.
And, because I've contributed nothing but crack so far, have a more serious omake: one take on why Homura turned her back on classical music.
Edit: and,
-[x] Don't agree to anything until we know the price.
And, because I've contributed nothing but crack so far, have a more serious omake: one take on why Homura turned her back on classical music.
Everything was bright and shimmering. In the white room, the white dancers danced white. In the mirrors they seemed to float, to fly, to drift silent above the beautiful floor, shining like the surface of a lake. It was--
It was--
"A dance class?"
Her father peered over heavy spectacles, set like a stone in the darkness of his office. His face, illuminated by the monitor in front of him, seemed to glow, the one visible figure in a room full of silhouettes. His grand bulk loomed over the girl's frail figure.
"I--" she squeaked, but nothing more came out. She swallowed slowly, her father's impassive gaze firm upon her.
So why did she feel so invisible?
"One-two-three, step-two-three, turn-two-and, arms-two-three, wave-those-arms, one-two-click, turn-and-click, click-two-three, click-click-three, click-click-click, click-click-click, click-click-click...
The watch clicked like a metronome as she drifted through the bedroom mirror, light on a cloud of wind and strings. It was a world of music and light, a world where she could be--where she could be.
One-
Together.
In the mirror, she stood in a line,
arms upraised, feet en pointe,
she imitated the ghosts beside her,
gliding above the cold November sky.
Silent, invisible, and beautiful, she drifted and swayed.
Her heart carried her forward, around, up to the heavens and back again, in the throes of selfless ecstasy.
If only.
Her father handed her a slim, square present, wrapped in shining red-and-white. The girl reached forward to take it, careful not to disturb the wires and tubes stretching away from her bed into the harsh, fluorescent room. She couldn't pretend it did not exist.
"It's the last one. Go ahead."
His voice pounded in her ears, absurd in this environment. Was this the same man whose gaze weighed down on her so heavily, all those years--no, all those weeks ago?
Yes.
Even now his eyes were that same shade of sightless black.
Even now his face was that same livid white.
It was not the girl's hands that pulled at the corners of the wrapping paper. It couldn't be.
Her father's precise nails peeled off the tape from the package. His calloused fingers tore at the beautiful paper. His wide, stark, chalky hands gripped the gift inside.
The Tale of the Nutcracker.
"Oh."
And though she was only nine, she hated him.
Homura stared at the dark ceiling above her. She made no expression.
It was a nice fantasy.
It made sense.
Turning, she buried her head in the pillow beside her.
She'd given up on fantasies long ago.
It was--
"A dance class?"
Her father peered over heavy spectacles, set like a stone in the darkness of his office. His face, illuminated by the monitor in front of him, seemed to glow, the one visible figure in a room full of silhouettes. His grand bulk loomed over the girl's frail figure.
"I--" she squeaked, but nothing more came out. She swallowed slowly, her father's impassive gaze firm upon her.
So why did she feel so invisible?
o
"One-two-three, step-two-three, turn-two-and, arms-two-three, wave-those-arms, one-two-click, turn-and-click, click-two-three, click-click-three, click-click-click, click-click-click, click-click-click...
The watch clicked like a metronome as she drifted through the bedroom mirror, light on a cloud of wind and strings. It was a world of music and light, a world where she could be--where she could be.
o
Spotlight.
One-
two-
beep
Step-
two-
beep
One-
two-
beep
Turn-
and-
beep
Click-
two-
beep
Click-
two-
beep
Click-
two-
beep
Click-and-
"Daddy, I want to go to a dance class."
It would rain the next day.
o
Together.
In the mirror, she stood in a line,
arms upraised, feet en pointe,
she imitated the ghosts beside her,
gliding above the cold November sky.
Silent, invisible, and beautiful, she drifted and swayed.
Her heart carried her forward, around, up to the heavens and back again, in the throes of selfless ecstasy.
If only.
o
Her father handed her a slim, square present, wrapped in shining red-and-white. The girl reached forward to take it, careful not to disturb the wires and tubes stretching away from her bed into the harsh, fluorescent room. She couldn't pretend it did not exist.
"It's the last one. Go ahead."
His voice pounded in her ears, absurd in this environment. Was this the same man whose gaze weighed down on her so heavily, all those years--no, all those weeks ago?
Yes.
Even now his eyes were that same shade of sightless black.
Even now his face was that same livid white.
It was not the girl's hands that pulled at the corners of the wrapping paper. It couldn't be.
Her father's precise nails peeled off the tape from the package. His calloused fingers tore at the beautiful paper. His wide, stark, chalky hands gripped the gift inside.
The Tale of the Nutcracker.
"Oh."
And though she was only nine, she hated him.
o
Bright her heart
Bright and it leapt
Bright a hammer
Bright the mirror
Bright together
Bright daddyBright and it leapt
Bright a hammer
Bright the mirror
Bright together
Bright Bright
Blind
Bright Bright
Help
Bright
I can't
Bright
Can you
Bright
See?
Blind
Bright Bright
Help
Bright
I can't
Bright
Can you
Bright
See?
o
Homura stared at the dark ceiling above her. She made no expression.
It was a nice fantasy.
It made sense.
Turning, she buried her head in the pillow beside her.
She'd given up on fantasies long ago.
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[?] I need the ability to replenish my mental fortitude at will.
I know this is gaming the system. I also know that we will need every edge we can get.
I know this is gaming the system. I also know that we will need every edge we can get.
Crow
Falling is a Pleasure. Regardless of its Fate
I dont understand~
Mykenae
The Meliorist
That's because it's deep~
Here, have a cliffnotes interpretation.
Note: this is not in any way meant to be the definitive reading of this fairly abstract and totally deep story.
Girl: Daddy, I wanna be a ballerina.
Dad: Mm.
Girl: Ach, me heart!
Dad: Mm.
Girl: I hate dancing.
Dad: Mm. ...Oh, it's Christmas? Have a book. It's a dancing book.
Girl: *Trauma*
Homura: Shut up and let me sleep.
Dad: Mm.
Girl: Ach, me heart!
Dad: Mm.
Girl: I hate dancing.
Dad: Mm. ...Oh, it's Christmas? Have a book. It's a dancing book.
Girl: *Trauma*
Homura: Shut up and let me sleep.
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Crow
Falling is a Pleasure. Regardless of its Fate
That sounds like Jotaro level of parenting.....
Higure
Witch of Faith
- Location
- The Golden Land
It is an excellent Omake, but non-canon, as there are already plans in place for the characterization of Homura's father.
Rewards will be put up soon.
AnonymousRabbit
Rabbit Faced
[x] I need the power to change fate.
We Remilia now!
We Remilia now!
Crow
Falling is a Pleasure. Regardless of its Fate
Remember that this is a bargain, depending on what we ask we have to give back, and we have been changing fate from the beginning anyway....
Higure
Witch of Faith
- Location
- The Golden Land
Regarding the Wish...please take your time and think it through.
For those who don't know xxxHolic: Yuuko has limits. She can't pull the kinds of things that Kyubey does. She also can't directly alter you: she can give you something, and whether it solves your problem will come down to how you use it and how you personally grow. She can also perform feats of magic to help you, within reason.
Whatever Wish you make will require a Price of matching value. This isn't something she does because she wants to. Her power requires her to balance Wishes and Prices, or it will produce a backlash against her.
For those who don't know xxxHolic: Yuuko has limits. She can't pull the kinds of things that Kyubey does. She also can't directly alter you: she can give you something, and whether it solves your problem will come down to how you use it and how you personally grow. She can also perform feats of magic to help you, within reason.
Whatever Wish you make will require a Price of matching value. This isn't something she does because she wants to. Her power requires her to balance Wishes and Prices, or it will produce a backlash against her.
Mykenae
The Meliorist
If you want to be technical about things, we've been changing everything but fate. We're still looping and failing, after all.
Come on, people! Always check what the price is on your wish before wishing! PMMM 101, here!
True enough! I'll change my vote.
EDIT: Vote changed
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Crow
Falling is a Pleasure. Regardless of its Fate
One of the episodes include the ever famous "Monkey´s paw" what do you think?
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So I should break out the Bender images.... Sucks that I'm on my phone.
Yuuko doesn't take sadistic joy in twisting every wish into something awful. Not all wishes end well, but not all of them end badly. She seems to like happy endings well enough, but is a bit distanced from everyday human emotion.
Here's a new idea. I'm not sure about it, but I think it's good enough for speculation.
What if we wish that Madoka Kaname, Sayaka Miki, Mami Tomoe, and Kyoko Sakura all gain all their memories back from all the previous timelines? This would be a strategic coup that would earn us several instant allies, prevent a Madoka contract indirectly, earn Kyoko Sakura as an ally, and make Homura's sanity a lot more stable in one go.
What if we wish that Madoka Kaname, Sayaka Miki, Mami Tomoe, and Kyoko Sakura all gain all their memories back from all the previous timelines? This would be a strategic coup that would earn us several instant allies, prevent a Madoka contract indirectly, earn Kyoko Sakura as an ally, and make Homura's sanity a lot more stable in one go.