Knowing that this might be her only chance, Tira quickly re-opened the portal, so close that she could see its glow through a nearby wall. Springing over the familiars still writhing in pain, she burst through the sliding door that led to her escape and sprinted for the exit with all the speed she could muster. Behind her, FAR too close behind her, Tira heard another loud cry of "FU GEE!"… but before it could reach her, she was already stumbling out into an empty alleyway, nearly tripping over an empty glass bottle in her haste.
Stopping for a moment to regain her breath, Tira shot a nervous look back at the still open portal before turning away and running, scrambling down the alleyway and away from the barrier as fast as she possibly could.
To mangle a quote, Once is a fluke, twice is enemy action. Who's making witches that can talk?
A witch, but not our protagonist. Also, she seems to be insane.♪ Clip clop, clip clop; our foot upon the floor. ♪ | ♪ Tick tock, tick tock; we rip apart one more. ♪
♪ The Awen springing from their jar, dancing for their mother. ♪ | ♪ The Blodwedd rising from the dead, joining with each other. ♪
♪ To sing, to make, for beauty we must strive… ♪ | ♪ That is the pursuit to which we dedicate our lives. ♪
♪ The shifting of our hair... ♪ | ♪ The whistling through our- oh?
…this feeling… a guest? | An intruder?
Curious… | Could be tasty…
Tira is uncannily aware of the morality of her actions.No matter how advisable she knew it was, she never liked it — checking to make sure nothing saw her enter always made her feel like she was breaking into someone's house, ridiculous as the thought was.
Either a random victim or the former magical girl. Both implications are disturbing.Lying on the floor of the room she'd just entered was a dead body. Not a particularly fresh one either, if the smell that it was emanating was any indication. The head had been split open, leaving the empty brain cavity exposed to the air for all to see. Most of the stomach was also gone, having been either torn out or eaten by… something.
How often do witches eat their own corpses? Mm, fridge horror.Sights like that weren't terribly uncommon in witch barriers, so one would think she would be used to things like that by now, and yet…
Cecil. Called it on page... 47.Standing about as tall as a man, the creature resembled a huge, yellowed skull with its lower jaw removed. Its eye sockets were filled with spheres of bone, indentations in their surfaces giving the impression of faces with their mouths stitched shut, the right one smiling happily and the left one frowning angrily. Long hanks of ragged black hair stuck out from either side of its head, their ends nearly brushing the floor, and a large red flower sat just above and to the side of them, a surprising lovely touch to an otherwise rather disgusting facade. All of this stood propped up upon a single, disturbingly human-looking leg, encircled by a piece of torn red cloth bound to the upper part of the limb by a thick piece of rope. The skin of the leg was pitted and scarred, and worse, appeared to have been molded as if in imitation of a thigh-high boot: a noticeable sheathe of tightly-stretched flesh encased the lower half of the extremity, with multiple tiny curved bones poking out in a manner that vaguely resembled elegant lacing. Absurdly, over top of this flesh boot it wore a single red flip-flop, the sole so large that it resembled a platform shoe more than anything else.
Quick, the witch is distracted! Kill her!Expecting retaliation, Tira leaped backwards to the edge of a different wall, but the witch didn't even seem interested in her. Instead, a tongue even longer than its hair extended from beneath the bottom of the skull, reached upwards, and…
Truly a lady of good taste.Hmm? | What's this?
Let's try a bit… | Just a tiny lick to start…
…eh? Ptewww!!! | Terrible! Poison!!!
How revolting... | Perhaps she'll taste better…
Tira couldn't help but scream out in pain as a horrible burning, searing sensation instantly began to radiate through her palm and fingers. Luckily, the hand that had been caught was also the one holding her penbrush. Thinking quickly, she forced an enormous torrent of paint to flow out of it, as much as the weapon could expel at one time. Quickly losing the ability to contain the sheer volume of fluid, the blood was forced to withdraw, leaving behind an excess of paint that quickly fell to the floor, as well as a hand that looked almost flayed to the bone. Before Tira could even react to her horrific injury, a high-speed foot slammed into her stomach, whips of razor sharp hair lashing at her face for a brief instant before she was sent flying backwards like a cannonball. She crashed bodily through several paper and wood walls before falling into a tumble, eventually rolling to a slow, agonizing stop.
Did Cecil summon the familiars, or did they arrive unprompted?Sliding doors all around Tira suddenly opened, floral patterned masses of flesh pouring in alongside several small, four-legged jars.
Why does it feel like we'll see Cecil again?
It's one witch. We didn't really lose our advantage over other witches only over this one and we also have another big advantage in our ability to subsume other witches.Plus, she seems entirely capable of planning and strategizing, which is bad. Since that's our biggest advantage over other Witches.
Pick oneTo mangle a quote, Once is a fluke, twice is enemy action. Who's making witches that can talk?
Templates like that are forbidden.Pick one
1. Magic
2. Devil Homura's Shady new plan
3. Madokami Fooling around again
4. Its a Bunny Cat Conspiracy.
This makes me wonder if we can spit out Saar and do something with her.Cecil seems to be self aware, if not exactly mentally present, maybe subsuming her might do her some good? Get her to a point where she can calm down? Also we'd get a house out of the deal
Probably not. Witches can't independently maintain their forms without their souls, and you know how witchstincts feels about relinquishing souls...This makes me wonder if we can spit out Saar and do something with her.
We haven't exactly tried to spit saar out yet, we might be able to do it no problemProbably not. Witches can't independently maintain their forms without their souls, and you know how witchstincts feels about relinquishing souls...
We haven't exactly tried to spit saar out yet, we might be able to do it no problem
If we do it successfully, it will be a half-witch wirelessly connected to the grief seed. Just saying.We haven't exactly tried to spit saar out yet, we might be able to do it no problem
Yes. Just like this one.Nahhhhh, a council of war is a peaceful meeting. Just like this one, right?
Yes.That seems... off. Are you sure?Comma before "together".
¯\_(ツ)_/¯
I'd file that with the ad hoc theories, but a good one.I got one. The barrier entrance cannot share space with physical objects, but can kinda hop over small gaps (or, well, the opposite of gaps. Anti-gaps, if you will). Ashtaroth doesn't notice for the same reason we don't see the little blind spots in our eyes; her brain-equivalent isn't wired to notice, and just kinda translates over it. Except when she tries to enter a physical object, because that doesn't work.
You've misspelled "excavator".
Moles are known for their unshakeable optimism.My guess is that witchstincts or some other magical force is being unhelpful, probably because there is nothing Ashtaroth can bring despair to underground.
Maybe. We got a couple feet in, though, so I suspect it's matter of the thickness of the obstacle. There might be something going on with density of background magic or whatever, but that's… eh.I'd expect a different result if there was a subway station or something.
The wordplay is appreciated, as always.
Straight quotes? Unusual. My guess: you wrote this part in the SV editor, in order to do the alignment, and it doesn't automatically convert to fancy quotes.
I have been unable to guess what the last word would have been. Air? Lair? Underwear?The shifting of our hair... ♪ | ♪ The whistling through our— oh?
Sheath. Sheathe is the verb. Like breath/breathe or loath/loathe.
This is, to me, the worst part. A single leg, centrally located, but with a distinct handedness? The rest at least has an aesthetic, but that's just ew.All of this stood propped up upon a single, disturbingly human-looking leg
[Laughs in Shemesh]Though at first Tira thought it had to be a familiar, a brief check of her senses told her otherwise: the entity's magic felt too strong for this to be anything but the witch.
Or an ambush.She hadn't gotten the chance to paint or draw anything ahead of time like she usually did, which had left her rather ill-prepared for this fight.
Italicized the |.
Hyphen!
Magical girls.To mangle a quote, once is a fluke, twice is enemy action. Who's making witches that can talk?
I generally consider the human drive to understand their environment and adapt it to their preferences to be a good thing.
Plus, she seems entirely capable of planning and strategizing, which is bad. Since that's our biggest advantage over other Witches.
I'm not sure skullgirl really demonstrated anything more than instinctive hunting behavior.
How often do witches eat their own corpses? Mm, fridge horror.
Did Cecil summon the familiars, or did they arrive unprompted?
Just under two weeks, and Tira hasn't gotten another spare grief seed? She must not get a lot of witches.
Straight quotes? Unusual. My guess: you wrote this part in the SV editor, in order to do the alignment, and it doesn't automatically convert to fancy quotes.
I have been unable to guess what the last word would have been. Air? Lare? Underwear?
This is, to me, the worst part. A single leg, centrally located, but with a distinct handedness? The rest at least has an aesthetic, but that's just ew.
Sheath. Sheathe is the verb. Like breath/breathe or loath/loathe.
Tira really does seem like she'd be happier without the magical girl life.
I believe it's a left leg, by the way. So it's unlikely to be her dominant leg.This is, to me, the worst part. A single leg, centrally located, but with a distinct handedness? The rest at least has an aesthetic, but that's just ew.
The witch of good taste is a hideous weirdo. The irony is strong in this one, even moreso than usual.
Hiding in corpses to ambush the enemy is literally the Trojan Horse tactic. They're smarter than the average familiar!Not going to give a definitive answer for this, but at the very least, they very intentionally attacked Tira in tandem with each other.
Izabel's familiars are made of humans, but they are built from individual body parts, not spawned on the spot....oh, and on that note: I think Cecil might be where at least part of that "familiars come from dead people" fanon comes from, as one of the familiars that I've named "Blodwedd" (the floral flesh masses of varying size) are visibly seen pulling themselves out of a nearby corpse just before Kyoko engages her. Personally I think this is more a trait specific to Cecil than a common witch thing, assuming that was even what the panel was trying to imply, but I can see why people may have started generalizing that idea.
As best I can tell, every part of her body is a tongue. The better to taste you with, my dear!She also has a sort of second form type deal upon her outer shell/skull being split open, and she can control her hair, blood, and eyes as flexible extensions of herself.
Kyubey is obviously living inside of a nature documentary series.Like, Sayaka is stuck with cosmic horror, Mami is trapped in a psychological thriller (but believes she's in a standard magical girl setting), Tira is in a mystery/conspiracy thriller, Madoka and Hitomi are in a dark urban fantasy, Kyubey has no concept of genre because he's a weirdo, and Charlotte is in a comedy.
His Theme intensifies.Meanwhile, Ashtaroth is desperately trying to convince everyone that it's Undertale and you shouldn't kill the monsters, honest!