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Unlimited Blue Works
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- a blue Infinity
It's called Reply, Ctrl-X, Edit, Ctrl-V. Just in case that wasn't rhetorical.
Renascence: A Homura Quest
- Thread starter Higure
- Start date
- Crossover Fantasy Mystery
- Location
- Somewhere
It wasn't. I was trying to add a quote to a post I had already made, and couldn't figure out any means without knowing how to code.
Higure
Witch of Faith
- Location
- The Golden Land
Yeah, it's not exactly intuitive. As Aoi said, you have to copy the quote block from the "new reply" box into your edit.
- Pronouns
- They/Them/Their
Man, way behind the ball on this, but I figure I might as well try to take a spin at blue truthing this question. My main issue is trying to find a way to define 'eldritch abomination' for the purposes of the truth. Does anyone have any suggestions?
Try looking up different definitions of "eldritch" and "Lovecraftian" until you find something suitable for to the particular question you're trying to ask.
You could also make a really weird definition if it suits your purpose. Ages ago I defined "living" as "is sentient, is sapient, and has a soul" because it was useful in context (Puella Magi are living).
- Pronouns
- They/Them/Their
I'm not gonna try and tackle the entire question in one set of Blue Truths, so let's start small. I'm not sure if these will actually help, but I hope they work as a starting point.
Arcana Puella Magi refers to a Puella Magi who is linked to Homura Akemi through one of the Major Arcana in the Tarot deck used in the Velvet Room.
Arcana Witch refers to a Witch produced when one or more Arcana Puella Magi becomes a Witch.
The shadow of Sachiel, as referred to in the quoted post, could have manifested without the involvement of a Puella Magi who is not an Arcana Puella Magi.
The shadow of Sachiel, as referred to in the quoted post, could have manifested without the involvement of a Puella Magi who is an Arcana Puella Magi.
The shadow of Sachiel, as referred to in the quoted post, could have manifested without the involvement of a Witch who is not an Arcana Witch.
The shadow of Sachiel, as referred to in the quoted post, could have manifested without the involvement of an Arcana Witch.
Arcana Puella Magi refers to a Puella Magi who is linked to Homura Akemi through one of the Major Arcana in the Tarot deck used in the Velvet Room.
Arcana Witch refers to a Witch produced when one or more Arcana Puella Magi becomes a Witch.
The shadow of Sachiel, as referred to in the quoted post, could have manifested without the involvement of a Puella Magi who is not an Arcana Puella Magi.
The shadow of Sachiel, as referred to in the quoted post, could have manifested without the involvement of a Puella Magi who is an Arcana Puella Magi.
The shadow of Sachiel, as referred to in the quoted post, could have manifested without the involvement of a Witch who is not an Arcana Witch.
The shadow of Sachiel, as referred to in the quoted post, could have manifested without the involvement of an Arcana Witch.
Higure
Witch of Faith
- Location
- The Golden Land
Arcana Puella Magi refers to a Puella Magi who is linked to Homura Akemi through one of the Major Arcana in the Tarot deck used in the Velvet Room.
Arcana Witch refers to a Witch produced when one or more Arcana Puella Magi becomes a Witch.
The shadow of Sachiel, as referred to in the quoted post, could have manifested without the involvement of a Puella Magi who is not an Arcana Puella Magi.
The shadow of Sachiel, as referred to in the quoted post, could have manifested without the involvement of a Puella Magi who is an Arcana Puella Magi.
The shadow of Sachiel, as referred to in the quoted post, could have manifested without the involvement of a Witch who is not an Arcana Witch.
The shadow of Sachiel, as referred to in the quoted post, could have manifested without the involvement of an Arcana Witch.
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In other words, it was possible for the shadow to manifest with or without the involvement of the Arcana, but we don't know which actually happened.
Therefore,
The shadow of Sachiel, as referred to in the quoted post, manifested without the involvement of an Arcana Puella Magi and without the involvement of an Arcana Witch.
Also, since the thread is active, I guess I may as well ask how things are progressing on the next update?
Therefore,
The shadow of Sachiel, as referred to in the quoted post, manifested without the involvement of an Arcana Puella Magi and without the involvement of an Arcana Witch.
Typo in this red.
Also, since the thread is active, I guess I may as well ask how things are progressing on the next update?
- Location
- Somewhere
Yeah...that last set of Red Truths really didn't help all that much in figuring anything out.
- Pronouns
- They/Them/Their
Blame that on the Blue Truths I wrote that prompted them.
- Location
- Somewhere
No. I blame it on the QM intentionally trying to be vague and loopholing his way through the answer. And before people think I'm trying to throw stones at Higure, I'm not saying that's bad. It's actually interesting at times and horribly frustrating at others. Which I hope is the intent.
Higure
Witch of Faith
- Location
- The Golden Land
The shadow of Sachiel, as referred to in the quoted post, manifested without the involvement of an Arcana Puella Magi and without the involvement of an Arcana Witch.
Slowly. I've kinda overloaded my life schedule--too many projects and personal obligations demanding my time and energy. I'm working on the last of the system components (really, it's mostly necessary content creation at this point) and the update when I have openings, though.
Yes, that is indeed a feature, not a bug. Unearned things aren't fun, after all. It always makes me happy when you guys get something out of me, though.
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Thebigpieman
I've got this, I think.
- Location
- United States
Really the relationship is we occasionally throw stones at Higure and then once in a while Higure nails us in head with them on the return throw.
I'm currently in the middle of going through Umineko, so I understand just how cunning the red can be a lot more now.
Re:Nascence - A Renascence in Refraction
Higure
Witch of Faith
- Location
- The Golden Land
AN: Ding dong, the Witch isn't dead!
And neither is this quest.
My life has gotten very, very busy, with a fairly full schedule, but I've been able to work on writing stuff some lately, so I'm going to go ahead and drop something special in anticipation of updates restarting (I want to put the new system together into something more polished and minimize holes in it before I actually start updating)--the last year has basically been work and social, with very little time spent on personal pursuits like this.
I present to you the first Chapter of Re:Nascence, a polished rewrite of Renascence's early chapters. I am not currently planning to do a full fic rewrite or anything, but the early parts of this were really rough, and I kinda cringe a bit looking back.
Please consider these fully Canon for the quest--events that are not depicted in Re:Nascence are also still Canon, though--the events depicted here are intended to merely be better composed takes on the same story, not true replacements, although they do reveal new information and character details not previously shown!
If you find grammar/spelling errors, please let me know.
Anyway, that's enough for now, please enjoy Chapter 1: A Renascence in Refraction, covering Chapters 1 - 3 of Renascence.
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Whiteness. An empty blankness devoid of all of all life and color.
'Why am I seeing this? This is wrong.' The thought is jarring, 'Wrong? What's…wrong? What's right? Something…nothing…fits…'
Two gleaming pink eyes, shining with the brilliant light of Hope. A tragedy and a miracle, all at once. The last words she spoke don't come to mind, but you can hear that one accursed fragment.
"I Wish..."
'Madoka.' Her voice and name set the gear in place where it belongs, and the clockworks begin to spin anew.
You are the one who tries to save Madoka. You have a name…what was it?
It clicks into place, and you speak it to the hospital ceiling, "I am Akemi Homura."
Slowly, you sit up--yes, this is where it always begins. Your hospital room, on March 16th. Another day, another loop, another chance.
'There will not be many more chances, now. The sand is running out. Every moment of time costs a bit more, and every loop brings me closer to…' You shake your head, casting aside the thought. Some things do not bear considering, particularly as a Magical Girl--or, as Kyubey said your kind were once called, a Puella Magus.
Quickly, you pull yourself from your bed--grimacing at how weak your fresh body is--and transform, purple light engulfing you as the sound of ticking clocks fills you ears for a moment.
When it passes, you stand in your Magical Girl regalia. It's familiar and comforting after so many decades. Habitually, you reach to your shield and begin to take inventory of what was lost in the last battle.
'What happened last time, anyway? We were going to fight Walpurgisnacht, but…it's a blur. Did something--wait--' Your thoughts screech to a halt as your search of your inventory turns up nothing. Not an absence of losses, but nothing at all. The vast collection of weapons, keepsakes, tools, and conveniences you've accumulated across lifetimes is gone.
You check again frantically, shoving your arm into your shield in single-minded panic as you try to pull out something, anything, but you find nothing. Not your weapons, not your food, not your laptop, not Kyouko's cross, not Madoka's ribbons, not your golf club, and not that gun. Nothing.
You feel suddenly nauseous, leaning against the wall for support as you try to process it. You've…you've got nothing, now. You're back at square one. You--you can't deal with this.
'There has to be something!'
In a fit of irrational panic, you begin turning the hospital room over, moving equipment, searching in drawers and under the bed, trying to find anything!
A loud bang echoes through the room as something falls to the ground as you rip off your bedsheets. You scramble down, searching for the source, and find a pocket watch. It looks familiar, but…
You frown, trying to recall where you last saw this. Something scratches at the back of your mind, but you can't seem to place it.
You heft the watch and open it up, looking at the face and watching the hands steadily turn.
Slowly, from the distant reaches of your mind, a memory emerges.
Fieldset:
You cradle the watch in your hands, and slowly raise it to your chest, feeling it's steady, predictable ticking and letting the panic that had been building within you slip away. You might be running out of time, and you might have made many, many mistakes, but you can still get it right this time. It's not broken beyond fixing.
After a few moments, you set about searching the room for what possessions you had when you first began. Your laptop, a pair of old textbooks, and a planner your mother had given you.
'It will have to do.' You think, trying to hold your worries at bay as you adjust your glasses and braid your hair--it's usually best to pass as your former self at least until you leave the hospital, to avoid drawing attention.
With your possessions stowed away, you open the door to your room and step out to start the loop anew.
And neither is this quest.
My life has gotten very, very busy, with a fairly full schedule, but I've been able to work on writing stuff some lately, so I'm going to go ahead and drop something special in anticipation of updates restarting (I want to put the new system together into something more polished and minimize holes in it before I actually start updating)--the last year has basically been work and social, with very little time spent on personal pursuits like this.
I present to you the first Chapter of Re:Nascence, a polished rewrite of Renascence's early chapters. I am not currently planning to do a full fic rewrite or anything, but the early parts of this were really rough, and I kinda cringe a bit looking back.
Please consider these fully Canon for the quest--events that are not depicted in Re:Nascence are also still Canon, though--the events depicted here are intended to merely be better composed takes on the same story, not true replacements, although they do reveal new information and character details not previously shown!
If you find grammar/spelling errors, please let me know.
Anyway, that's enough for now, please enjoy Chapter 1: A Renascence in Refraction, covering Chapters 1 - 3 of Renascence.
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Whiteness. An empty blankness devoid of all of all life and color.
'Why am I seeing this? This is wrong.' The thought is jarring, 'Wrong? What's…wrong? What's right? Something…nothing…fits…'
Two gleaming pink eyes, shining with the brilliant light of Hope. A tragedy and a miracle, all at once. The last words she spoke don't come to mind, but you can hear that one accursed fragment.
"I Wish..."
'Madoka.' Her voice and name set the gear in place where it belongs, and the clockworks begin to spin anew.
You are the one who tries to save Madoka. You have a name…what was it?
It clicks into place, and you speak it to the hospital ceiling, "I am Akemi Homura."
Slowly, you sit up--yes, this is where it always begins. Your hospital room, on March 16th. Another day, another loop, another chance.
'There will not be many more chances, now. The sand is running out. Every moment of time costs a bit more, and every loop brings me closer to…' You shake your head, casting aside the thought. Some things do not bear considering, particularly as a Magical Girl--or, as Kyubey said your kind were once called, a Puella Magus.
Quickly, you pull yourself from your bed--grimacing at how weak your fresh body is--and transform, purple light engulfing you as the sound of ticking clocks fills you ears for a moment.
When it passes, you stand in your Magical Girl regalia. It's familiar and comforting after so many decades. Habitually, you reach to your shield and begin to take inventory of what was lost in the last battle.
'What happened last time, anyway? We were going to fight Walpurgisnacht, but…it's a blur. Did something--wait--' Your thoughts screech to a halt as your search of your inventory turns up nothing. Not an absence of losses, but nothing at all. The vast collection of weapons, keepsakes, tools, and conveniences you've accumulated across lifetimes is gone.
You check again frantically, shoving your arm into your shield in single-minded panic as you try to pull out something, anything, but you find nothing. Not your weapons, not your food, not your laptop, not Kyouko's cross, not Madoka's ribbons, not your golf club, and not that gun. Nothing.
You feel suddenly nauseous, leaning against the wall for support as you try to process it. You've…you've got nothing, now. You're back at square one. You--you can't deal with this.
'There has to be something!'
In a fit of irrational panic, you begin turning the hospital room over, moving equipment, searching in drawers and under the bed, trying to find anything!
A loud bang echoes through the room as something falls to the ground as you rip off your bedsheets. You scramble down, searching for the source, and find a pocket watch. It looks familiar, but…
You frown, trying to recall where you last saw this. Something scratches at the back of your mind, but you can't seem to place it.
You heft the watch and open it up, looking at the face and watching the hands steadily turn.
Slowly, from the distant reaches of your mind, a memory emerges.
It's springtime, and the hospital's rooftop garden is lush with new growth. The air is filled with the chirping of birds as you run about. The doctors say you're safe to go outside today, as long as you don't push yourself too hard, but you really want to just run and play like the other kids, not walk everywhere.
Your Grandfather clears his throat, and you look over guiltily. The old man, white-haired but spry and lively in spite of it, waves you over, and you slowly walk to him, "Sorry, Grandfather. I just wanted to play."
His eyes dance with merriment as he gently ruffles your hair, eliciting a squawk from you, "It's fine, Homura-chan. I know how it is, at your age, but you really must settle down. How about we play a game together?"
You nod reluctantly, but perk up as he pulls a pocket watch from his coat and kneels down to your height. This is your favorite game, after all.
"Now, Homura, we're going to do something a little different today." He says, and you eagerly move closer.
"Different how?" You ask, excited, as he takes out his tool pouch and opens the watch up and begins disassembling it casually.
He chuckles, "Instead of walking you through each step of construction, this time I'm just going to put it together as quickly as possible. You will watch carefully, memorize it as quickly as you can, and then try to do the same, alright? Don't worry yourself, though--we can try as many times as you like. I know that you'll get it right eventually, as long as you keep trying."
You nod, wide-eyed and intensely focused as he sets to work, slotting each part into place the speed and precision of a lifetime clockmaker. You try to remember each step and piece that he puts in--the perfect series of steps that leads to that perfect conclusion. That specific path makes the clock work just right.
With a clean click, the last piece falls into place, and a slight winding sets it to ticking softly for a few brief seconds.
You grandfather's smile does not falter as he disassembles it all over again and lays the pieces out before you, "Alright, Homura-chan, now it's your turn."
You reach for the tools, hands leaping to snatch them up, but hesitate, staring at the watch for a moment, before looking up at your grandfather, suddenly scared, "Wait! Grandfather? What happens if I mess it up too badly? What if I break it worse than you can fix it?"
Your grandfather only smiles broadly, "You won't, Homura. I have faith in you."
Your Grandfather clears his throat, and you look over guiltily. The old man, white-haired but spry and lively in spite of it, waves you over, and you slowly walk to him, "Sorry, Grandfather. I just wanted to play."
His eyes dance with merriment as he gently ruffles your hair, eliciting a squawk from you, "It's fine, Homura-chan. I know how it is, at your age, but you really must settle down. How about we play a game together?"
You nod reluctantly, but perk up as he pulls a pocket watch from his coat and kneels down to your height. This is your favorite game, after all.
"Now, Homura, we're going to do something a little different today." He says, and you eagerly move closer.
"Different how?" You ask, excited, as he takes out his tool pouch and opens the watch up and begins disassembling it casually.
He chuckles, "Instead of walking you through each step of construction, this time I'm just going to put it together as quickly as possible. You will watch carefully, memorize it as quickly as you can, and then try to do the same, alright? Don't worry yourself, though--we can try as many times as you like. I know that you'll get it right eventually, as long as you keep trying."
You nod, wide-eyed and intensely focused as he sets to work, slotting each part into place the speed and precision of a lifetime clockmaker. You try to remember each step and piece that he puts in--the perfect series of steps that leads to that perfect conclusion. That specific path makes the clock work just right.
With a clean click, the last piece falls into place, and a slight winding sets it to ticking softly for a few brief seconds.
You grandfather's smile does not falter as he disassembles it all over again and lays the pieces out before you, "Alright, Homura-chan, now it's your turn."
You reach for the tools, hands leaping to snatch them up, but hesitate, staring at the watch for a moment, before looking up at your grandfather, suddenly scared, "Wait! Grandfather? What happens if I mess it up too badly? What if I break it worse than you can fix it?"
Your grandfather only smiles broadly, "You won't, Homura. I have faith in you."
You cradle the watch in your hands, and slowly raise it to your chest, feeling it's steady, predictable ticking and letting the panic that had been building within you slip away. You might be running out of time, and you might have made many, many mistakes, but you can still get it right this time. It's not broken beyond fixing.
After a few moments, you set about searching the room for what possessions you had when you first began. Your laptop, a pair of old textbooks, and a planner your mother had given you.
'It will have to do.' You think, trying to hold your worries at bay as you adjust your glasses and braid your hair--it's usually best to pass as your former self at least until you leave the hospital, to avoid drawing attention.
With your possessions stowed away, you open the door to your room and step out to start the loop anew.
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Higure
Witch of Faith
- Location
- The Golden Land
Thanks! Sorry if this is kinda anticlimactic (compared to an update, for example), but I just really wanted to start posting again, even if it was just something small.
Next Re:Nascence chapter will be posted in the next day or two.
Edit: Less than 10 minutes later is still within the next day or two, technically, I suppose.
Next Re:Nascence chapter will be posted in the next day or two.
Edit: Less than 10 minutes later is still within the next day or two, technically, I suppose.
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- Pronouns
- They/Them/Their
While it sucks that life has been so busy for you Higure, I'm just excited to see this coming alive again!
Higure
Witch of Faith
- Location
- The Golden Land
It's been a good busy, but definitely very busy!
Re:Nascence - A Boy in White
Higure
Witch of Faith
- Location
- The Golden Land
The hospital's halls are warm this morning, as they always are. A patient three rooms over died last night. Cancer. You can hear his wife weeping from here, wracking sobs that have you biting your own lip in turn.
You know exactly how she feels, after all. You just wish your Wish carried you back a few more hours…then, maybe, she wouldn't have anything to mourn.
As it is, you can only walk your way through the halls, aimlessly looking for something new.
A child falls to his knees as he runs in front of you and begins crying loudly. You step around him. His mother will be there for him in twelve seconds. He's not even injured, just scared.
Turning a corner, you observe one of the hospital's internal gardens--carefully maintained and monitored, of course. Children play there clumsily, there parents watching quietly, and even now you feel a faint envy pulling at your heartstrings.
You turn from the garden, and make your way deeper in, the sound of laughing children haunting you as you depart.
You roam the halls, searching vainly for some idea, some inspiration. You don't truly know what you're expecting to find in this all-too-familiar place, but you're desperate. Eventually, your feet carry you to a distant wing of the vast Mitakihara hospital.
"I found you a new CD. I think you'll like it; it's from this Norwegian orchestra, and…"
A familiar voice faintly reaches your ears from a door up ahead, and you feel your brow furrow, 'Sayaka shouldn't be here today. I know her schedule--she visits Kyousuke on Tuesdays, not Wednesdays. Did I forget about this?'
You consider walking away. This isn't really important, after all. You've had enough of Sayaka Miki for many, many lifetimes.
'I don't think I've tried this before, though.' You think, considering what you could do with this. You're rarely more than cordial with Sayaka, and she despises you far more often. You're not sure if your mission just always puts you opposite her, by its nature, or if the two of you simply can't get along, but it never works out.
'Except for the first time, at least.' You consider that, too. That first timeline, when it all began, you and Sayaka had been friendly--she never became involved with magic, and the two of you bonded as mutual friends of Madoka, even if you were never particularly close. She seemed eager to help you, since you were sickly and behind in your studies.
You try to remember that girl--sweet, pitiful, and so very helpless. You smooth your skirt nervously, and try to slouch just slightly--not enough to look strange, but enough to look timid. It's uncomfortable, but not unbearable.
You've become a very good liar, after all.
You visibly glance through the window to see the two of them, then knock hesitantly at the door and gently open it without waiting for a response, trying to look scared as you interrupt the pair of ticking time bombs.
"Umm…hello?"
Sayaka looks back to you in confusion, while Kyousuke cuts a vicious glare your way, mad as usual. You don't blame him, considering this is the worst month of his life, but you'd be lying if you said it wasn't getting very old by now.
"What the hell do you want!?"
His expression's an open book to you now, 'Anger, hurt, and…relief? Interesting. Was he trying to…?' You don't really know Kamijo Kyousuke, but you do know that he starts lashing out at Sayaka over the next month or so.
Considering he commits suicide just before Walpurgisnacht, if he's not healed, you can only imagine that he intends to drive her away first. Maybe you just gave him an excuse to wait a little while longer.
You bow deeply in excessive apology, "I-I'm sorry. I saw your uniform, and I…" You glance at Sayaka without fully straightening, internally cringing at your own act, "That is, I'm Homura Akemi. I'll be transferring to your school soon, and…um, oh this is so silly. Would you…um…I'm sorry, but would you helping me when I get there? I've been here for most of my life, and when I saw someone that might be able to help me get used to things outside, I just…this was foolish."
You really hope Sayaka takes this bait, after what you're putting yourself through here.
"Wait, most of your life?" It's, surprisingly, Kyousuke who speaks up, the anger already faded from his expression, "Actually…I've seen you here before, haven't I? Your heart?"
You blink, surprised he recognizes you, then remember you generally only meet him after disposing of your braids and glasses, "Mmhm. The doctors say that I'm finally healthy enough to leave, and I've been given a slot on the school roster." You have your parents to thank for that. Mitakihara Middle isn't cheap.
He nods firmly, a small, satisfied smile appearing on his face, "Good. I'm happy to see someone getting out of this place." His gaze flicks to Sayaka, "Watch out for her. Anyone who gets stuck in here deserves to have someone waiting for them outside."
'Wait…what? Just like that…oh, I see.' You find a new respect for Kamijo Kyousuke in that moment. He's found a way to distance himself from Sayaka, give her a new friend, and help you all at once.
She smiles at him, eager to please, and then at you, "Definitely! You can call me Sayaka, and I'll show you the ropes, Akemi-san, and I bet my friend Madoka will be happy to help you out too! You'll be skipping class in no time!"
'Just like that. Four words from Kyousuke, and she's here to help me. Just like back then. Have I really never done this before?'
You feel a headache coming on, but you smile, "Thank you, Sayaka-san, Kamijo-san. Y-you can call me Homura. I'll let you get back to your conversation." With that, and a wave from Sayaka, you leave the room, closing the door quietly and turning down the hall to get out of sight.
As you do, you straighten your back and let yourself rejoice, smiling broadly as a piece falls into place for the first time in a very long time.
'I'm going to save you! I'll save you all! I promise!'
You know exactly how she feels, after all. You just wish your Wish carried you back a few more hours…then, maybe, she wouldn't have anything to mourn.
As it is, you can only walk your way through the halls, aimlessly looking for something new.
A child falls to his knees as he runs in front of you and begins crying loudly. You step around him. His mother will be there for him in twelve seconds. He's not even injured, just scared.
Turning a corner, you observe one of the hospital's internal gardens--carefully maintained and monitored, of course. Children play there clumsily, there parents watching quietly, and even now you feel a faint envy pulling at your heartstrings.
You turn from the garden, and make your way deeper in, the sound of laughing children haunting you as you depart.
You roam the halls, searching vainly for some idea, some inspiration. You don't truly know what you're expecting to find in this all-too-familiar place, but you're desperate. Eventually, your feet carry you to a distant wing of the vast Mitakihara hospital.
"I found you a new CD. I think you'll like it; it's from this Norwegian orchestra, and…"
A familiar voice faintly reaches your ears from a door up ahead, and you feel your brow furrow, 'Sayaka shouldn't be here today. I know her schedule--she visits Kyousuke on Tuesdays, not Wednesdays. Did I forget about this?'
You consider walking away. This isn't really important, after all. You've had enough of Sayaka Miki for many, many lifetimes.
'I don't think I've tried this before, though.' You think, considering what you could do with this. You're rarely more than cordial with Sayaka, and she despises you far more often. You're not sure if your mission just always puts you opposite her, by its nature, or if the two of you simply can't get along, but it never works out.
'Except for the first time, at least.' You consider that, too. That first timeline, when it all began, you and Sayaka had been friendly--she never became involved with magic, and the two of you bonded as mutual friends of Madoka, even if you were never particularly close. She seemed eager to help you, since you were sickly and behind in your studies.
You try to remember that girl--sweet, pitiful, and so very helpless. You smooth your skirt nervously, and try to slouch just slightly--not enough to look strange, but enough to look timid. It's uncomfortable, but not unbearable.
You've become a very good liar, after all.
You visibly glance through the window to see the two of them, then knock hesitantly at the door and gently open it without waiting for a response, trying to look scared as you interrupt the pair of ticking time bombs.
"Umm…hello?"
Sayaka looks back to you in confusion, while Kyousuke cuts a vicious glare your way, mad as usual. You don't blame him, considering this is the worst month of his life, but you'd be lying if you said it wasn't getting very old by now.
"What the hell do you want!?"
His expression's an open book to you now, 'Anger, hurt, and…relief? Interesting. Was he trying to…?' You don't really know Kamijo Kyousuke, but you do know that he starts lashing out at Sayaka over the next month or so.
Considering he commits suicide just before Walpurgisnacht, if he's not healed, you can only imagine that he intends to drive her away first. Maybe you just gave him an excuse to wait a little while longer.
You bow deeply in excessive apology, "I-I'm sorry. I saw your uniform, and I…" You glance at Sayaka without fully straightening, internally cringing at your own act, "That is, I'm Homura Akemi. I'll be transferring to your school soon, and…um, oh this is so silly. Would you…um…I'm sorry, but would you helping me when I get there? I've been here for most of my life, and when I saw someone that might be able to help me get used to things outside, I just…this was foolish."
You really hope Sayaka takes this bait, after what you're putting yourself through here.
"Wait, most of your life?" It's, surprisingly, Kyousuke who speaks up, the anger already faded from his expression, "Actually…I've seen you here before, haven't I? Your heart?"
You blink, surprised he recognizes you, then remember you generally only meet him after disposing of your braids and glasses, "Mmhm. The doctors say that I'm finally healthy enough to leave, and I've been given a slot on the school roster." You have your parents to thank for that. Mitakihara Middle isn't cheap.
He nods firmly, a small, satisfied smile appearing on his face, "Good. I'm happy to see someone getting out of this place." His gaze flicks to Sayaka, "Watch out for her. Anyone who gets stuck in here deserves to have someone waiting for them outside."
'Wait…what? Just like that…oh, I see.' You find a new respect for Kamijo Kyousuke in that moment. He's found a way to distance himself from Sayaka, give her a new friend, and help you all at once.
She smiles at him, eager to please, and then at you, "Definitely! You can call me Sayaka, and I'll show you the ropes, Akemi-san, and I bet my friend Madoka will be happy to help you out too! You'll be skipping class in no time!"
'Just like that. Four words from Kyousuke, and she's here to help me. Just like back then. Have I really never done this before?'
You feel a headache coming on, but you smile, "Thank you, Sayaka-san, Kamijo-san. Y-you can call me Homura. I'll let you get back to your conversation." With that, and a wave from Sayaka, you leave the room, closing the door quietly and turning down the hall to get out of sight.
As you do, you straighten your back and let yourself rejoice, smiling broadly as a piece falls into place for the first time in a very long time.
'I'm going to save you! I'll save you all! I promise!'
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I am very happy to see this return! I remember that I wrote down several Blue Truths I thought of in a google doc after I first read through this like a year ago, so I will probably work through formatting all of that later, when I am properly awake.
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Very nice to see this back. I remember you saying you were trying to rework some mechanics on this a year or two ago and then things went quiet. Glad to see it wasn't forgotten or abandoned.
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Here is my prepared google doc from a year ago, copy pasted and with color added:
For the purpose of the following Colored Truths, "Trace" refers specifically to using projection magecraft with the 7 steps developed by Emiya Shirou (i.e. Judging the concept of creation, Hypothesising the basic structure, etc.).
Sayaka can learn to Trace weapons that aren't already recorded in Archer's Reality Marble.
Sayaka can learn to Trace weapons that aren't already recorded in Archer's Reality Marble without having the weapon in the physical space around her to use as reference.
Sayaka can learn to Trace the Progressive Knife.
Sayaka can learn to Trace Heartstopper.
Sayaka can learn to Trace the Lance of Longinus (referring to the version of the weapon appearing in this quest, not to the Nasuverse version of the weapon)
Magical Girls (besides a hypothetical meguca EMIYA Sayaka) can learn Structural Analysis.
Magical Girls (besides a hypothetical meguca EMIYA Sayaka) can learn Tracing.
A Magical Girl can learn to utilize World Egg Theory to summon their Witch's Barrier as a Reality Marble.
Now that the Sayaka questions are out of the way…
The person Homura met in the Velvet Room, referring to himself as Igor, is not an imposter.
I have to check, because he called the place "my Velvet Room" at one point, and in Persona, the real Igor never claims ownership of the place, with the fact that an imposter calls it "my Velvet Room" being one of the hints he is an imposter.
The changes to the appearance of objects Homura enchants in recent chapters is due at least in part to the Ego enchantment.
Because it makes them look more like 'real magical girl weapons.'
For the purpose of the following Colored Truths, "Trace" refers specifically to using projection magecraft with the 7 steps developed by Emiya Shirou (i.e. Judging the concept of creation, Hypothesising the basic structure, etc.).
Sayaka can learn to Trace weapons that aren't already recorded in Archer's Reality Marble.
Sayaka can learn to Trace weapons that aren't already recorded in Archer's Reality Marble without having the weapon in the physical space around her to use as reference.
Sayaka can learn to Trace the Progressive Knife.
Sayaka can learn to Trace Heartstopper.
Sayaka can learn to Trace the Lance of Longinus (referring to the version of the weapon appearing in this quest, not to the Nasuverse version of the weapon)
Magical Girls (besides a hypothetical meguca EMIYA Sayaka) can learn Structural Analysis.
Magical Girls (besides a hypothetical meguca EMIYA Sayaka) can learn Tracing.
A Magical Girl can learn to utilize World Egg Theory to summon their Witch's Barrier as a Reality Marble.
Now that the Sayaka questions are out of the way…
The person Homura met in the Velvet Room, referring to himself as Igor, is not an imposter.
I have to check, because he called the place "my Velvet Room" at one point, and in Persona, the real Igor never claims ownership of the place, with the fact that an imposter calls it "my Velvet Room" being one of the hints he is an imposter.
The changes to the appearance of objects Homura enchants in recent chapters is due at least in part to the Ego enchantment.
Because it makes them look more like 'real magical girl weapons.'