Baughn
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Actually, I can think of a very good reason why Miki would say that. It's got to do with why her arcana is Fortune.
You're not wrong, though.
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You're not wrong, though.
I may be missing something, but Amulet Fortune (the desire of a girl to marry her one true love) is what Amu plus all four chara together produces. Amu + Miki is Amulet Spade.
I don't think it's appropriate for Miki alone, as it explicitly requires Amu and all her chara together to produce that specific desire. My interpretation is because that particular combination represents Amu properly growing up, marrying*, and integrating all her desires and ambitions into a single future.
* It's also deeply patriarchal, but, hey, Japanese pop culture.
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He's talking about the megaten arcana Fortune. Like this:
Amulet Fortune, when and if it does happen, is probably going to be pretty ridiculously badass in this, considering it'll have to overcome Midori's tampering and Exaltation shenanigans and whatever else Amu subjects herself to in the future.
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Hey Baughn: has the Tatsuya mode of the PSP version of Persona 2 EP any relevance to this quest?
Because i just found a translation of it, with new informations about Personae and how the mind of a human works.(and lots and lots and lots of nearly incomprehensible oriental philosophy)(And also bribing a shy Old One with crab after having a serious conversation about crab sandwhich ingredients.)
For those who care: here is a link. (The interesting things start from Part 8)(There could be interesting thing before, but Part 8 is actually when the party goes in the Velvet Room to seek help and then they go in the UC)
Interesting but off topic fact: apparently the positive emotions of the Humans of the SMT-Verse naturally counter Entropy: which means that in a crossover between PMMM and the SMT-Verse the Incubators are actually worsening the situation.
Because i just found a translation of it, with new informations about Personae and how the mind of a human works.(and lots and lots and lots of nearly incomprehensible oriental philosophy)(And also bribing a shy Old One with crab after having a serious conversation about crab sandwhich ingredients.)
For those who care: here is a link. (The interesting things start from Part 8)(There could be interesting thing before, but Part 8 is actually when the party goes in the Velvet Room to seek help and then they go in the UC)
Interesting but off topic fact: apparently the positive emotions of the Humans of the SMT-Verse naturally counter Entropy: which means that in a crossover between PMMM and the SMT-Verse the Incubators are actually worsening the situation.
Baughn
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I'll take a look, but I haven't played that game.
Ah. The intersection of two different card based systems here I see. Amu's chara are (obviously) the suites of cards in a standard deck, hearts, diamonds, spades, and clubs (the playing with a full deck reference is probably deliberate).
There, Fortune thus represents having all the cards in your hand, which obviously contrasts with the Tarot card based symbology.
Baughn
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My bad, I should have called it Wheel of Fortune.
I'm referring mostly to the Persona concept, and that's just called Fortune, mostly due to UI limitations.
NP. I was mainly focusing on the marriage bit, as that's the one specific desire that needed all of Amu and her chara combined to express in the source, so it seemed incongruous to have one of the component parts to say that was their desire when not merged with the rest.
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As a part of Amu, she probably wouldn't. True. That wasn't her dream.
Yeah, that feels ominous.
Could I please ask that people consider taking out that line out and instead say something like:
[X] "... I want a lot of things, Miss Margaret. I want the Septentriones gone. I want not to fade away. I want Earth not to fade away. I want to make beautiful things, for their own sake and for others'. I want my family to be safe. I want everyone to be safe. I want to become a great artist. I want a good night's sleep and a comforting hug and an entire liter of ice cream.
- [X] "But right now I will settle for getting us home, and I will be more than happy for it."
That's one of her driving passions, after all.
It shouldn't. Miki becoming her own person isn't bad.
Her artist aspirations are already addressed with the make beautiful things line, I think.
Unless it is. We don't know what chara are, and what the consequences of them diverging could be.
It also seems a waste of what makes them special for them to detach. Any Solar can Wyld Shape up some new people, the chara are pretty unique, being possibly not quite either yourself nor someone else.
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Sounds fun
Most likely scenario is she becomes like Teddy
It's hard to know what are reasonable or ok outcomes, with out knowing more about this. Their uniqueness may or may not be sufficiently important to really matter.
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The Long Count
We know, I think, that they are different enough that we shouldn't. It's never outright stated, but I get the impression that Igor is not quite of the same class of being that his assistants are.
As it happens, though, we have a fairly good idea as to the powerset of the previous Velvet Room attendant. Elizabeth's active powers involved "summoning" Personae from the Persona Compendium, as observed in P3 and P4 Arena. In P3, these Personae were typically copies of Personae which the Protagonist had first given her. (That was her primary purpose: you paid her some amount of yen and she gave you copies of your old Personae, for use in fusion or weapons or whatever.) She had no true Persona of her own, although she was able to use Personae from the Compendium to devastating effect; as the P3 bonus boss, she exceeded even the protagonist's own raw ability.
In P4A, in addition to summoning Personae from the Compendium (implied to be the P3 protagonist's completed Compendium), she also exhibited sensory abilities concerning the nature, status, and possibly fate of the beings she was addressing; specifically, she correctly identified Labrys as a confused non-human with induced amnesia, despite a concealing illusion. She was also able to completely no-sell the P4A antagonist's attempt to confuse her senses ("Such parlor tricks can get stuffed!") or trap her in a room. (Which now that I think about it may have been the same thing: why actually ward a room when you can just trick someone into thinking it's warded?) However, she never used any active abilities or techniques other than Compendium summoning and brute force.
Oh, and she once poured a million yen in 500¥ coins into a perfectly mundane fountain, on the theory that the fountain spirit might grant her a wish. I feel that might be vaguely relevant.
More to the point, Margaret's a social link in P4 (III Empress). We know what she's like, personality-wise. If this were Elizabeth we might have to worry about some sort of counterproductive impulsive action, but Margaret will speak softly and listen. (Although even Elizabeth would most likely just dig around in the wet bar's freezer and return with two liters of ice cream. And no spoons.)
I'm quite sure it's not. I'm also quite sure Miki knows that.
Well, no. The worst that could happen is that Nyarlathotep crawls out of Miki's brain, having used her as a vector for entry into the Velvet Room, and both consumes and corrupts the Room and everything in it.
The worst plausible scenario is that Margaret can't do anything to help us, and will have to eject us from the Velvet Room, at which point we'll fade away entirely.
No, they can probably tell. I was only reminded of this by rewatching P4A videos, but see above about (at least) Elizabeth's sensory abilities. (Admittedly in P3FES:TA she thought Aigis was a homunculus of some sort on first meeting, but that's not too far wrong.) Also, not a djinn.
Okay, that would have been a good argument to start with: "it's OOC for Miki because, in Shugo Chara, X, Y, Z, and W."
In specific refutation of portions of that, I'm pretty sure that, at this point, Miki is a person. (Possibly not "a person as usually defined", but, frankly, neither is Amu anymore.) Also, getting married isn't part of her definitional ambition, any more than a liter of ice cream is; it's just one thing amongst many that she wants.
(American pop culture too, honestly.) Really, this is it, right here. It's not supposed to be a deep-seated existential or definitional desire; it's just something that's depicted in her culture as being a desirable thing, and she's picked up on that—whether on her own, or indirectly from Amu.
Note that hearts, spades, clubs, and diamonds correspond, respectively, to cups, swords, wands, and pentacles. (Ran and Su should really have each other's suit, shouldn't they. Oh well!)
Monday's Turmoil 17
Baughn
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"I…"
Miki sat, and thought. Underneath Margaret's calm gaze, it felt like going with her first impulse would be the wrong thing to do. So she pondered, her mind drawing up alternatives at lightning speed—what did she want, exactly? When all was said and done?
One of the things she wanted was to get out of here. That went without saying; almost anything she might do afterwards required her to find an exit first, but was that really what she wanted? What she wanted…
The world seemed to fade around her, the entirety of her being focusing inwards.
She wanted to be safe, to not worry about being attacked.
—She wanted to defeat her attackers, before they could hurt anyone else.
She wanted to make beautiful art, just for the sake of making art, and then have others congratulate her on how pretty it was. She wanted to see their smiles, and she wanted to smile in return.
—She wanted to make art, just to make the world a better place—
She clutched her head. That was wrong, she didn't—she wanted to meet her family, and to hug them—she wanted to pick up Ami and spin her around—
—She wanted to help them, to—
She wanted to help Amu. She wanted to be a child. She wanted Amu to be a child—her twin, her everything—but if she couldn't, then she wanted to share the burden. She wanted to have a normal life, and she didn't care what got in her way. Septentriones, gods, demons, she didn't care, she'd find a way through. She'd find a way for all her family, and everyone they cared about, and—everyone they cared about, if she could, but that was implicit in wanting a normal life. It couldn't be normal if they were squatting in the ruins, so she wanted to avoid that.
And something cracked.
Miki looked up, seeing through blurry eyes. It couldn't have been more than a few seconds, but she felt like she'd run a thousand-mile marathon; she was gritting her teeth, there were tears in her eyes, and she'd started breathing heavily. Still, she wasn't crying. She'd finally figured out what she wanted.
She'd been so focused on reacting to crises, the last two days, that there hadn't been time to think about why she was doing it. She'd had time earlier, back before everything started, but back then she'd hardly ever thought of such things at all. She'd wanted what Amu had, that was all.
Margaret still sat in the seat opposite to hers, her gaze intent, and Miki rubbed her eyes to clear them. Her mind was made up—she no longer had any doubts.
"…I want a lot of things, Miss Margaret," she said. "I want the Septentriones gone. I want not to fade away. I want Earth not to fade away, because I had barely started learning about it, and because everyone deserves to live. I want to make beautiful things. I want to grow up—"
She thought for a second.
"—And one day, if I find someone I like, I want to get married, but because I like them, not because Amu does. I still want to help Amu with whatever she does, and I want her to have a good life. I want a good night's sleep, and a comforting hug, and an entire liter of ice cream for each of us—and I want that ice cream to not turn into a swimming pool—" She wanted to stay this size, if she possibly could. "—But I can do most of that myself, some day. Right now I'll settle for getting us home, and I will be more than happy if you can help."
"And I'm glad to hear it," Margaret said, smiling serenely at her. "Getting you home, at least, is something I can do. The rest of your requests—"
Miki immediately leaned forward and spoke quickly, her earlier uncertainty forgotten. "You can? Oh, of course you can, otherwise Amu wouldn't have—though she'd never met you—" She shook her head. "How?"
Was it her imagination, or did Margaret's left eyelid just start trembling?
"I'll need to ask someone for help," Margaret said. "He's someone I think you'll enjoy meeting, though. He used to be in a situation that's similar to yours in at least some respects. As for the rest of your requests, well…" She momentarily looked pained, then held out a strange-looking blue key. "I'd like you to take this. It will allow you to return here, whenever you wish, and I can at least give you advise. Unfortunately there is very little I can do in terms of direct help. The Velvet Room does normally offer a number of services, but the situation is abnormal. I will inform you if that changes."
Miki took the key, inspecting it closely. It looked like an old skeleton key, the kind you'd use on the sort of locks you'd normally only find in museum, but there was something different about it—a kind of force, though she couldn't tell what, exactly. At Margaret's nod, after hesitating for a moment, she put it in her messenger bag for later.
"Now, it will probably take half an hour's time for Teddy to make his way to a meeting point. So, while we wait…"
Margaret dug into the bar, then came up with two anonymous boxes. Miki felt herself begin smiling.
"I seem to have found a pair of ice cream boxes. Chocolate, I think. Would you like some?"
Miki nodded enthusiastically. "Please!" She said. "Oh, but can I call my sister first? Let her know what's happening? And… um. What happened to Maya?"
Margaret nodded. "Of course. As for your friend, you don't need to worry about her; she'll meet you later. There are a few things you should know about her, however."
Amu's camping site
Minutes earlier (But not many)
"—Unless it's something else," she complained. She was still trying to find a way out, caste mark glimmering almost constantly from the continuous expenditure of essence, and she'd even started talking to herself just so there'd be some kind of sound. Having grown up in a city, she couldn't handle the absolute silence of this place for very long.
She scratched out the last several minutes of calculations, crumpled up the page, and went to work on a new one with a long-suffering sigh.
It wasn't like she was completely stuck. She was making progress, just very slow progress. Another… six hours, maybe, and she'd feel sure enough about her results to risk trying to use them. Hopefully Exa would be back by then, because this was definitely something she wanted a second opinion on.
Really, with any luck she wouldn't need to use it at all. If Miki found what she was looking for—
Her pen quivered on the page.
Miki was okay, right? She had to be, but it had already been minutes since her last call. No, not very long at all, but Amu had a lump in her throat that wouldn't go away.
She had to be okay. The alternative didn't bear thinking about.
Amu returned to her calculations, filling another three pages over the next two minutes. Then, without any warning, she jumped to her feet and spun around, responding to the merest hint of something being off in the atmosphere. A hint she couldn't possibly have picked up, except she'd been burning essence on her Occult excellency to understand her environment better.
A shiver made its way down her spine. She'd sat facing the front door of Miki's small fort, but behind her, just beyond the range of her chaos-repelling pattern and right on the other side of the walls, the mist had gone a deep, midnight black.
The darkness spoke. "You never cease to impress, little one. I meant to wait for a more opportune moment, but this will do as well."
"Who—"
Amu shut up, fragmented memories running through her head. She'd nearly died, throwing herself against Kagutsuchi, and it had come to her while she was sleeping. This thing, which had—despite its appearance—protected her while she was healing herself. There was something off about that thought, something that didn't quite make sense, but it had nothing to with, with…
Nyarlathotep. Humanity's self-hatred. All the evils of the world, and it had basically asked her to help it commit suicide, without taking humanity down with it. She knew she was leaping to conclusions, but with an occult excellency active she could hardly do otherwise. But there was something missing, something important that she couldn't quite remember. The memory should be right there…
It wasn't.
"You seem frustrated. My offer stands, if you have given it thought; my power and my knowledge, in exchange for breaking Kagutsuchi's bonds. That is what you are planning, is it not?"
The darkness crawled, waves of shadow seeping through the palisade and rippling across the surface of her Pattern, but—she checked—making no attempt at penetration.
"Returning to the material plane, and rescuing your sister, would be the simplest of matters if you take my offer."
Amu gulped, and shivered. Even if it was, why did it have to be so dramatic? Here, which had felt like a haunted house even before it showed up? But if she wanted to save everyone, she couldn't let that get to her…
[ ] Take the offer.
[ ] Write-in
Miki sat, and thought. Underneath Margaret's calm gaze, it felt like going with her first impulse would be the wrong thing to do. So she pondered, her mind drawing up alternatives at lightning speed—what did she want, exactly? When all was said and done?
One of the things she wanted was to get out of here. That went without saying; almost anything she might do afterwards required her to find an exit first, but was that really what she wanted? What she wanted…
The world seemed to fade around her, the entirety of her being focusing inwards.
She wanted to be safe, to not worry about being attacked.
—She wanted to defeat her attackers, before they could hurt anyone else.
She wanted to make beautiful art, just for the sake of making art, and then have others congratulate her on how pretty it was. She wanted to see their smiles, and she wanted to smile in return.
—She wanted to make art, just to make the world a better place—
She clutched her head. That was wrong, she didn't—she wanted to meet her family, and to hug them—she wanted to pick up Ami and spin her around—
—She wanted to help them, to—
She wanted to help Amu. She wanted to be a child. She wanted Amu to be a child—her twin, her everything—but if she couldn't, then she wanted to share the burden. She wanted to have a normal life, and she didn't care what got in her way. Septentriones, gods, demons, she didn't care, she'd find a way through. She'd find a way for all her family, and everyone they cared about, and—everyone they cared about, if she could, but that was implicit in wanting a normal life. It couldn't be normal if they were squatting in the ruins, so she wanted to avoid that.
And something cracked.
Miki looked up, seeing through blurry eyes. It couldn't have been more than a few seconds, but she felt like she'd run a thousand-mile marathon; she was gritting her teeth, there were tears in her eyes, and she'd started breathing heavily. Still, she wasn't crying. She'd finally figured out what she wanted.
She'd been so focused on reacting to crises, the last two days, that there hadn't been time to think about why she was doing it. She'd had time earlier, back before everything started, but back then she'd hardly ever thought of such things at all. She'd wanted what Amu had, that was all.
Margaret still sat in the seat opposite to hers, her gaze intent, and Miki rubbed her eyes to clear them. Her mind was made up—she no longer had any doubts.
"…I want a lot of things, Miss Margaret," she said. "I want the Septentriones gone. I want not to fade away. I want Earth not to fade away, because I had barely started learning about it, and because everyone deserves to live. I want to make beautiful things. I want to grow up—"
She thought for a second.
"—And one day, if I find someone I like, I want to get married, but because I like them, not because Amu does. I still want to help Amu with whatever she does, and I want her to have a good life. I want a good night's sleep, and a comforting hug, and an entire liter of ice cream for each of us—and I want that ice cream to not turn into a swimming pool—" She wanted to stay this size, if she possibly could. "—But I can do most of that myself, some day. Right now I'll settle for getting us home, and I will be more than happy if you can help."
"And I'm glad to hear it," Margaret said, smiling serenely at her. "Getting you home, at least, is something I can do. The rest of your requests—"
Miki immediately leaned forward and spoke quickly, her earlier uncertainty forgotten. "You can? Oh, of course you can, otherwise Amu wouldn't have—though she'd never met you—" She shook her head. "How?"
Was it her imagination, or did Margaret's left eyelid just start trembling?
"I'll need to ask someone for help," Margaret said. "He's someone I think you'll enjoy meeting, though. He used to be in a situation that's similar to yours in at least some respects. As for the rest of your requests, well…" She momentarily looked pained, then held out a strange-looking blue key. "I'd like you to take this. It will allow you to return here, whenever you wish, and I can at least give you advise. Unfortunately there is very little I can do in terms of direct help. The Velvet Room does normally offer a number of services, but the situation is abnormal. I will inform you if that changes."
Miki took the key, inspecting it closely. It looked like an old skeleton key, the kind you'd use on the sort of locks you'd normally only find in museum, but there was something different about it—a kind of force, though she couldn't tell what, exactly. At Margaret's nod, after hesitating for a moment, she put it in her messenger bag for later.
"Now, it will probably take half an hour's time for Teddy to make his way to a meeting point. So, while we wait…"
Margaret dug into the bar, then came up with two anonymous boxes. Miki felt herself begin smiling.
"I seem to have found a pair of ice cream boxes. Chocolate, I think. Would you like some?"
Miki nodded enthusiastically. "Please!" She said. "Oh, but can I call my sister first? Let her know what's happening? And… um. What happened to Maya?"
Margaret nodded. "Of course. As for your friend, you don't need to worry about her; she'll meet you later. There are a few things you should know about her, however."
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Amu's camping site
Minutes earlier (But not many)
"—Unless it's something else," she complained. She was still trying to find a way out, caste mark glimmering almost constantly from the continuous expenditure of essence, and she'd even started talking to herself just so there'd be some kind of sound. Having grown up in a city, she couldn't handle the absolute silence of this place for very long.
She scratched out the last several minutes of calculations, crumpled up the page, and went to work on a new one with a long-suffering sigh.
It wasn't like she was completely stuck. She was making progress, just very slow progress. Another… six hours, maybe, and she'd feel sure enough about her results to risk trying to use them. Hopefully Exa would be back by then, because this was definitely something she wanted a second opinion on.
Really, with any luck she wouldn't need to use it at all. If Miki found what she was looking for—
Her pen quivered on the page.
Miki was okay, right? She had to be, but it had already been minutes since her last call. No, not very long at all, but Amu had a lump in her throat that wouldn't go away.
She had to be okay. The alternative didn't bear thinking about.
Amu returned to her calculations, filling another three pages over the next two minutes. Then, without any warning, she jumped to her feet and spun around, responding to the merest hint of something being off in the atmosphere. A hint she couldn't possibly have picked up, except she'd been burning essence on her Occult excellency to understand her environment better.
A shiver made its way down her spine. She'd sat facing the front door of Miki's small fort, but behind her, just beyond the range of her chaos-repelling pattern and right on the other side of the walls, the mist had gone a deep, midnight black.
The darkness spoke. "You never cease to impress, little one. I meant to wait for a more opportune moment, but this will do as well."
"Who—"
Amu shut up, fragmented memories running through her head. She'd nearly died, throwing herself against Kagutsuchi, and it had come to her while she was sleeping. This thing, which had—despite its appearance—protected her while she was healing herself. There was something off about that thought, something that didn't quite make sense, but it had nothing to with, with…
Nyarlathotep. Humanity's self-hatred. All the evils of the world, and it had basically asked her to help it commit suicide, without taking humanity down with it. She knew she was leaping to conclusions, but with an occult excellency active she could hardly do otherwise. But there was something missing, something important that she couldn't quite remember. The memory should be right there…
It wasn't.
"You seem frustrated. My offer stands, if you have given it thought; my power and my knowledge, in exchange for breaking Kagutsuchi's bonds. That is what you are planning, is it not?"
The darkness crawled, waves of shadow seeping through the palisade and rippling across the surface of her Pattern, but—she checked—making no attempt at penetration.
"Returning to the material plane, and rescuing your sister, would be the simplest of matters if you take my offer."
Amu gulped, and shivered. Even if it was, why did it have to be so dramatic? Here, which had felt like a haunted house even before it showed up? But if she wanted to save everyone, she couldn't let that get to her…
[ ] Take the offer.
[ ] Write-in
I've been waiting for this moment
Give me a moment to elaborate a plan since Im on my phone
I've got enough confirmed reads from this update that it's finally possible
Edit: Before we get ahead of ourselves, Amu and Miki are, as a result of events up until now, inexorably connected to the CU
This will be Nyarl's last offer, now that Miki has a key to the velvet room, tying Amus soul to it twice over.
The risk of this happening is why the VR panicked, thus tipping Nyarly off to make his move
Amus firmly engrossed in their game now, whether we like it or not
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[X] Burn Essence to remember that lost memory
-[X] "...I appreciate the offer, but I actually already have something in mind. Is there something else you might be able to help me with?"
-[X] Bet on Miki, all available evidence shows it should work. And why would radios work inside a nice little room like that? Spending your time there chatting on the phone is,pretty rude, right?
-[X] He said you're not entirely human anymore because of Exa-kun, right? Doesn't that mean he can't know what you're thinking? You can afford to stretch the truth a bit, he's pretty scary after all, and all over, too!
-[X] "Why is it me that you need to help you? You said you're insane, don't you think you might just have me mixed up with someone else? Someone braver and stronger and not a little girl like,me?"
-[X] Stop focusing on math for a second, and put that brainpower to use on analyzing what the guy is,saying
This is his last chance to get Amu on his side, for whatever reason, Philemons minions and Nyarly,are desperate to get Amu in their corner
And unlike the Velvet Room Attendants, Nyarly is willing to talk. So. Let's have him talk.
-[X] "...I appreciate the offer, but I actually already have something in mind. Is there something else you might be able to help me with?"
-[X] Bet on Miki, all available evidence shows it should work. And why would radios work inside a nice little room like that? Spending your time there chatting on the phone is,pretty rude, right?
-[X] He said you're not entirely human anymore because of Exa-kun, right? Doesn't that mean he can't know what you're thinking? You can afford to stretch the truth a bit, he's pretty scary after all, and all over, too!
-[X] "Why is it me that you need to help you? You said you're insane, don't you think you might just have me mixed up with someone else? Someone braver and stronger and not a little girl like,me?"
-[X] Stop focusing on math for a second, and put that brainpower to use on analyzing what the guy is,saying
This is his last chance to get Amu on his side, for whatever reason, Philemons minions and Nyarly,are desperate to get Amu in their corner
And unlike the Velvet Room Attendants, Nyarly is willing to talk. So. Let's have him talk.
I'm uncertain this is really its last chance, Amu is perhaps to independent and powerful an entity to necessarily be considered only on one side. She could change her mind on things.
Also one should be careful of the thrust of Nyarls suggestion, Amu does at the moment like saving everyone... Still, you can't really risk trusting an entity known for representing all of humanities evils to have a plan that will work out to the goal you personally wish to reach. Even if it plan sounds like its something you want, with ones lack of knowledge of many a detail, can one really trust that it really 'is' what one wants?
Based on that trying to get back in to contact with Miki would be wise.
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And like TehChron suggests, thinking about matters a bit more sounds rather wise. And though this is perhaps unfair in general, one should be more then merely cautious or hesitant around something of Nyarls background. Only something truly ironclad in all facets, that it will do as it said, that what we think what the situation is, really is the situation; that the results from an action really will lead to where we think it will; that those results are actually what we really want, are really working towards; that these results won't make many other results we want impossible, or default in to things so ever much worse then we wanted.
There is much to consider and right at this moment it seems pretty much impossible for Nyarl to fulfil those conditions... The only annoying thing is that we might be losing a good opportunity... or are we? How can we really tell?
Also one should be careful of the thrust of Nyarls suggestion, Amu does at the moment like saving everyone... Still, you can't really risk trusting an entity known for representing all of humanities evils to have a plan that will work out to the goal you personally wish to reach. Even if it plan sounds like its something you want, with ones lack of knowledge of many a detail, can one really trust that it really 'is' what one wants?
Based on that trying to get back in to contact with Miki would be wise.
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And like TehChron suggests, thinking about matters a bit more sounds rather wise. And though this is perhaps unfair in general, one should be more then merely cautious or hesitant around something of Nyarls background. Only something truly ironclad in all facets, that it will do as it said, that what we think what the situation is, really is the situation; that the results from an action really will lead to where we think it will; that those results are actually what we really want, are really working towards; that these results won't make many other results we want impossible, or default in to things so ever much worse then we wanted.
There is much to consider and right at this moment it seems pretty much impossible for Nyarl to fulfil those conditions... The only annoying thing is that we might be losing a good opportunity... or are we? How can we really tell?
You want ultimate Chara, don't you? What next, turning Philemon into one as well? 