AnonymousRabbit
Rabbit Faced
I got this.. Scar. Well it's better than nothing.
Sanity stability is a thing bub, just unlocking the memories drains us of much needed SAN points, if getting the clock helps us on that front then i dont think its a waste, besides we can just stuff it in our shield after this loop.Even if this version of Homura is far more sentimental than OTL Homura, she has jobs to do far more important than a mere clock. I'd say leave this matter for later. Once the Time Loops are over, we'll have plenty of time to deal with something like this. Otherwise we spend more and more time in our loops on it.
EDIT: Damn. Too late...
History. Memory. The Past. It has its own kind of weight.I still use some of my own grandfather's furniture. It may be heavy and worn, but...well, that's not a bad thing, in a way.
Figure that's something we can do tonight after we get home, more towards bedtime. That feels like a more comfortable period to discuss world-skewing knowledge (and we're building up plenty of incidents during the shopping trip).Just checking, but what do people think about taking Sayaka Miki aside and telling her a bit more of what we know now? She's probably quite curious, after all.
.......Ooky Spooky?
Sure.Planning a bit ahead here, but I'm thinking after we deal with good relations with Sayaka the next step should be to see Mami. Mitigating her loneliness problem will cut the chances of her contracting, and start building an anti-Walpurgisnacht Coalition. Mami+Homura at least stands a chance- if we want to be ambitious we can try to get Kyoko or a contracted Sayaka, if we want to be cautious we can go with just those two.
Making a hypothetical plan for Homura to have had for Omake purposes. Want it scrutinised before I proceed. Crow, is it alright if I PM you on that one?
Satisfied with your collection of Lay-z boy products, you add a very well constructed, nicely padded, high-backed executive desk chair to the collection. 'I think you'd like this one, Father.'
You head towards the desks next. You know exactly what you...
*tick-tock*
You freeze, suddenly peeling off at speed towards the other wall, to Sayaka's confusion, "Hey! Where're you going!"
*tick-tock, tick-tock*
You now stand before an ancient grandfather clock, more than twice your own height. The deep bass ticking evokes memories of your grandfather's beloved shop.
'It can't be you...could it?'
There was a single great clock in that store, too massive and expensive to be purchased by most.
Sayaka looks you up and down, "Yep, that's the Homura-chan I know. Not a scary bone in her body...not sure about the braids, though. You have amazing hair...maybe twintails? Hmm..."
Mrs. Miki nods in agreement, "Yeah, that would work. She could also go shorter, but then she'd lose that stunning hairflip she just showed off."
Sniff, beautiful as always Queenie.their own versions that were quickly bought by anyone who could afford them. While their bodies were often afflicted with problems that led to countless early deaths, they still held their pride in the skills of clockmaking and their knowledge of its arts (some claimed to the point of unhealthy obsession, but what did they know anyway!?!?). It's not like there's anything wrong with training until you can tell the time of a clock to the exact millisecond and examine it down to the last screw! Mad, they say. Hah!
Which was why Kiyoko Akemi currently had her head bowed in shame as she faced one painful truth. The Akemi family's history and skills were very likely to die out in her generation. Father was close to death, mother was already gone, and she and her brother were, to put it mildly, bad at the craft. Certainly, repeated work had allowed them to build the shell of a clock and make it work... decently... but that wasn't enough! They didn't get the specifics, the form, the soul, the thousand little nuances and bits and tiny budges that make an Akemi clock an Akemi Clock. No matter how many times they tried to ram it into their own minds, they just didn't understand, and the family had never been numerous, and recent deaths and crisises had threatened to destroy it entirely, nevermind this disaster that would spell an end to the craft that they had held since creation!
But there was nothing she could do with mortal skills. So she just prayed.
"Please..." She whispered. "If there is some higher power out there, don't let my family's art die with my father. Don't let my family lose this. Let every member of my family who wishes or needs it so shall learn, retain, and improve this art. Let the Akemi family remain the greatest clockmakers there are. Don't let centuries of my ancestor's teachings die. I'll gladly pay any price."
"Any price?" Kiyoko yelped and turned around. Then she blinked at the strange white creature in front of her, its tail flicking back and forth.
"Tell me Kiyoko Akemi... Will you make a contract with me?"
----
It was over.
Homura Akemi stared at the broken shield beside her. It was truly over. Madoka had died, sacrificing herself to destroy Walpurgisnight again. But this time the Witch's last attack had sent Homura flying and caused her shield to break, and its sand to spill out of the scarred form.
She couldn't rewind time again. Madoka was still dead, all her friends were dead, the city was destroyed... she'd failed. She'd failed Madoka. She'd-
She paused. A close look at the inner workings of the shield. The seemed... familiar.
"Remember Homura, there's a few little, insignificant things in a clock that let you know how it ticks."
So... that part must have been...
"Plenty of others say our family talks to our work more than people. They're right, but look at what we can make because of that!
So if that went there... then...
"Now, watch closely, and let your Jii-chan show you what the Akemi family knows.
"I can fix this."
----
The next half hour was the most intense of her entire life, more than fighting Witches, more than tense stand-offs with fellow Magical Girls, more than those times so long ago when her heart acted up and her life teetered on the edge of a cliff. Everything depended on her ability to fix this clockwork shield that gave her the power to try everything again.
And she could do it. Each bolt, each gear, each tiny bit of metal with an infinitesimal importance in meaning flew into place. Sand went in there, which connected to there, which could be linked up here, and... then...
She held up the repaired shield, strapped it to her arm, and inhaled. "Here goes everything."
----
She was in the hospital again. It was the right date, the right year, a quick check showed she was in the right place with the right family.
A transformation later, and her shield was working perfectly. She'd done it. Just like Jii-chan had, she'd fixed something broken.
"You see Homura? You've got a future in this business. I'm the proudest grandfather in the world."
Homura Akemi smiled. "You're still with me Jii-chan. Thank you."
Another beautiful piece.OOC: Actually had this idea when I first posted Jii-Chan. Got a more humorous clock-related Omake planned for later when I have more time.
Clockwork
The Tokugawa Shogunate's decision to isolate Japan, or Sakoku as it was called, had interesting effects on its development. While the country was not completely isolated, indeed, in some cases trade actually increased under the isolation, the Japanese people did develop largely without inputs and cultural and technological mixing from the rest of the world.
As a result, Japan would find that when it returned out of isolation, its people had created some works of art that fascinated many in the world. Its clocks were one way. A couple families claimed blessings from higher powers allowed their creation. Very few believed that truth.
----
As long as anyone could remember, the Akemi family had made clocks. Centuries ago they had made some of the first water clocks in Japan, and had continued to do so for generations afterwards, becoming legendary in that skill. When the foreigners had first introduced mechanical clocks to Japan, the Akemis had been the first to investigate, intrigued at the work of the Gaijin, and after picking apart several purchases, promptly began making their own versions that were quickly bought by anyone who could afford them. While their bodies were often afflicted with problems that led to countless early deaths, they still held their pride in the skills of clockmaking and their knowledge of its arts (some claimed to the point of unhealthy obsession, but what did they know anyway!?!?). It's not like there's anything wrong with training until you can tell the time of a clock to the exact millisecond and examine it down to the last screw! Mad, they say. Hah!
Which was why Kiyoko Akemi currently had her head bowed in shame as she faced one painful truth. The Akemi family's history and skills were very likely to die out in her generation. Father was close to death, mother was already gone, and she and her brother were, to put it mildly, bad at the craft. Certainly, repeated work had allowed them to build the shell of a clock and make it work... decently... but that wasn't enough! They didn't get the specifics, the form, the soul, the thousand little nuances and bits and tiny budges that make an Akemi clock an Akemi Clock. No matter how many times they tried to ram it into their own minds, they just didn't understand, and the family had never been numerous, and recent deaths and crisises had threatened to destroy it entirely, nevermind this disaster that would spell an end to the craft that they had held since creation!
But there was nothing she could do with mortal skills. So she just prayed.
"Please..." She whispered. "If there is some higher power out there, don't let my family's art die with my father. Don't let my family lose this. Let every member of my family who wishes or needs it so shall learn, retain, and improve this art. Let the Akemi family remain the greatest clockmakers there are. Don't let centuries of my ancestor's teachings die. I'll gladly pay any price."
"Any price?" Kiyoko yelped and turned around. Then she blinked at the strange white creature in front of her, its tail flicking back and forth.
"Tell me Kiyoko Akemi... Will you make a contract with me?"
----
It was over.
Homura Akemi stared at the broken shield beside her. It was truly over. Madoka had died, sacrificing herself to destroy Walpurgisnight again. But this time the Witch's last attack had sent Homura flying and caused her shield to break, and its sand to spill out of the scarred form.
She couldn't rewind time again. Madoka was still dead, all her friends were dead, the city was destroyed... she'd failed. She'd failed Madoka. She'd-
She paused. A close look at the inner workings of the shield. The seemed... familiar.
"Remember Homura, there's a few little, insignificant things in a clock that let you know how it ticks."
So... that part must have been...
"Plenty of others say our family talks to our work more than people. They're right, but look at what we can make because of that!
So if that went there... then...
"Now, watch closely, and let your Jii-chan show you what the Akemi family knows.
"I can fix this."
----
The next half hour was the most intense of her entire life, more than fighting Witches, more than tense stand-offs with fellow Magical Girls, more than those times so long ago when her heart acted up and her life teetered on the edge of a cliff. Everything depended on her ability to fix this clockwork shield that gave her the power to try everything again.
And she could do it. Each bolt, each gear, each tiny bit of metal with an infinitesimal importance in meaning flew into place. Sand went in there, which connected to there, which could be linked up here, and... then...
She held up the repaired shield, strapped it to her arm, and inhaled. "Here goes everything."
----
She was in the hospital again. It was the right date, the right year, a quick check showed she was in the right place with the right family.
A transformation later, and her shield was working perfectly. She'd done it. Just like Jii-chan had, she'd fixed something broken.
"You see Homura? You've got a future in this business. I'm the proudest grandfather in the world."
Homura Akemi smiled. "You're still with me Jii-chan. Thank you."