You are a Magical Girl, and you've just wrapped up a meeting with one of your former clients.You don't want to recount that particular event, no. It's not something worth dwelling on. You're forgetting it already. Yes. Nothing more than a meeting. One that ended as well as you could have hoped.Now you're just...you desperately need a drink. Maybe more. Something, anything to take the edge off....For fuck's sake, it's not like you haven't done anything worse than ruin an idol's day. You've done worse things, things you're thankful you only half-remember because you don't really feel doing a really long and exhaustive list. The sort of things that made Valnikov Kharn like you, really like you, to the point that she took you around with her wherever she went. Things that made you deserve the name that sounds like something out of a death metal band. Things that had made Kyoko cheer in undisguised admiration, and Sayaka frown in chilly disgust.Things that had made Tomoe Mami look at you in sad, wistful disappointment.Compared to those, this...this doesn't really measure up. Not by a long shot.And yet, it feels like it's the worst thing you've ever done....You really need that drink.
>>25109115It's a good thing, then, that Kumatora's all but read your mind even before you told her to - the Eversor making a beeline to your old haunt. The nameless bar owned and staffed by a man who never seemed to smile at anything. Scowling was all he did, besides making drinks and taking money for said drinks.He did give you the barest hint of a nod when you stepped through the doors, Kumatora following you close behind. He even gestured at the cap on your head, reaching up with a large, calloused hand and pointing with a calloused index finger at his massive afro. ...Maybe he wants you to take it off. You're indoors, after all. You do so as soon as you get to the bar, planting your ass on one of the creaky, well-worn stools and setting the headgear on the counter. Your Eversor companion takes her seat with some difficulty beside you - almost falling off after a few tries, but managing it after a while."Sorry about that, sempai," Kumatora murmurs sheepishly, cheeks pinking in embarrasment. "It's, er, kind of my first time."Of course it is. You're pretty sure she's underage, too."Y-yeah." The black-haired girl nods. "Is...I'm not going to get kicked out of here for it, right, sempai?"Nah. Not really. Charles doesn't give a fuck. Never did. The surly bartender grunts at the mention of his name, and you order your usual - double whiskey, leave the bottle. He serves you this with his usual professional speed. He then nods towards Kumatora, who all but pales at the sudden attention.You tell her, after a few moments of awkward silence, that he's asking about her order. What she wants to drink. ...Yes, it'll be your treat."Uh. Um. Straw...strawberry milk?" Kumatora squeaks, reduced to a trembling schoolgirl underneath Charles' glare. "If...if it's on the menu--"[1/2]
>>25109122There's a thunderous report of a solid glass tumbler being slammed right onto the wooden counter, right in front of your young companion and making her very nearly fall off her stool. Pink, frothy milk fills it from a perspiring, misting carton, wielded by a calloused hand that could easily crush your skull."...They serve strawberry milk here, sempai?" Kumatora clambers back onto her stool, staring warily at Charles' retreating back, as the bartender went to attend to another customer at the far end of the counter. Looks like one of them courier sorts, getting a drink in before another delivery, or something. He even serves ice cream shakes too, if you ask nicely."That's...uh..." The Eversor shakes her head, twintails wagging. "...Um. Well. Cheers, sempai!" she holds out her glass to yours. "Congrats on being Warmaster! If...even if it looks kind of a big hassle!"You blink at this, before returning her enthusiastic grin with a small smile of your own. Your own glass, half-filled with whiskey, clinking against hers.Kumatora takes a huge gulp from her glass of strawberry milk, and you knock back yours at the same time. Relishing the nostalgic burn against your throat, the smoky sting against your tongue, and the heat that settles warmly in your chest and stomach as the whiskey claws its way down your throat. You exhale warmly at this, closing your eyes momentarily to savor it - and you open your eyes to see Kumatora gazing deep into her own glass, completely unaware of her strawberry milk mustache."...That was something, though, sempai. Earlier, I mean." Kumatora says suddenly, just as you pour yourself more whiskey. "I was this close to jumping out and going into crowd control mode! Surrounding the Warmaster like that...Miss Sayaka'd started cutting off heads if she saw what they tried to pull earlier!"[2/3]
>>25109125You very nearly snort whiskey out of your nose as the image of Sayaka killing someone just to defend you flashes in your mind. It's...almost hilarious in its impossibility. You recover quickly enough, and you remind the Eversor that they were still civilians. Officio rules - no civilians as much as possible, unless they turn out to be combatants or Magical Girls-in-hiding. Besides, they were just idols. Even Misaka could have taken care of them."That's not the point, sempai!" Kumatora takes another swig from her glass, getting a bigger milk mustache as a result. "You're Warmaster now! You've got the hat! The nerve of them, sempai, trying to strongarm you into leaving! It's not like it's sempai's fault you don't like that girl anyway!"You find yourself smiling at this. You notice, over Kumatora's shoulder, that someone seems to have left a package on one of the stools. Somewhat of a sizeable box, large enough to contain a bowling ball or something spherical, wrapped completely in masking tape. ...Courier must have left it for Charles. Strange way to deliver something, you decide. You call the bartender's attention to it, and he seems to blink in surprise before walking towards the package itself. Anyway, you turn back to the Eversor. How do you respond?You heard everything, huh?Right. Not my fault.Point out her mustache, and tell her to keep it quiet.There's something strange about that box...
>>25109115>No PinkyWhy, deculture, why
>>25109127>[X]You heard everything, huh?>[X]Point out her mustache, and tell her to keep it quiet.>[X]There's something strange about that box...
>>25109127[X]Thassa bomb.Paranoia mode go.
>>25109127>You heard everything, huh?Need to contact the Officio.Get the PR/Blackmail machine running to bury the event.Even purging a tabloid that doesn't want to play nice is not out of the question
>>25109127>[x]You heard everything, huh?Kumatora please. I did not terrible, right?What would Mami say?Please be honest
Every time, as soon as I wake up.MGNQ is my morning coffee>[x] there is something strange about that box
>>25109127[x]There's something strange about that box...TIMESTOPOPEN BOXBOMBS CAN'T EXPLODE IF TIME IS STOPPEDalso hi pinky wanna get drunk and cry on your shoulder?
>>25109197>BOMBS CAN'T EXPLODE IF TIME IS STOPPEDsmart
>>25109127There's something strange about the boxYou heard it all huh?
>>25109127> Timestop. Check box. Ask Pinky if that's a present for us.
Threadly reminder that the updated Ebook can be found at http://pastebin.com/kbGzcbDbAlso, I don't want to bring it up in another thread, but would you guys prefer having the Wendy Cooldown and Prose Magia in a separate Ebook, or should I keep it as-is? I'm only asking again because I have no idea what the majority of people who read the ebook version would prefer.
>>25109127>[X] STOP. TEMPORAL TIME.We need to talk to pinky anyway.
[X]There's something strange about that box...WARMASTER MODE, ALL DAY ERRY DAY
>>25109197this man knows what's up
Ask for a coffee
>>25109127Keep talking but keep an eye on the box.We'll talk with pinky later, checking a box and putting others at risk isn't worth the time stop for now,
>>25109212if you're okay with making 2 versions, keep them separate. if not, no problem with keeping them as is.
>>25109212Keep itThey aren't big enough or bad enough to warrant splitting them up forMaybe put a link to skip them or something if it is that big an issue
I wonder whose head is in that box.>[X]You heard everything, huh?
>>25109261I can name only 1 magical girl who lost her head. The Prophet succeeded.
>>25109115>>25109122>>25109125>>25109127>There's something strange about that box...WHATS IN THE BOX!? WHATS IN THE FUCKING BOX!? >mfw the most awful thing the people in this thread can imagine is in the box is just a bomb
>>25109289Forgot mah pic.
We'll open the box, we know it's full of precious booty!
>>25109273THEY CAN'T TAKE HER HEAD IF WE TAKE HER LIFE FIRSTWE'RE GOING TO KEEP THAT HEAD OURSELVESIN SECRETIN SAFETYNO MAMI FOR NO ONE BUT OURSELVES
>>25109127>There's something strange about that box...Time stop and open it. Come on guys this isn't hard. Leave your gushing for later.
>>25109273But Mami is in the Officio right now. How are you supposed to take her head if she is surrounded by tons of Mecguas.
>>25109313Not her maidenhead.
>>25109313>MAMI-SAN CHIAKI JUST DUMPED ME WHAT DO I DO PLEASE COME>okay
>>25109212I'd say have them separate. It'll be easier to read through them that way, in my opinion.
>>25109127[X]You heard everything, huh?Get some damage control on it. At the moment we're too lounging to be bothered about stuff. Being blown up wouldn't be too bad for a bit.
>>25109313Silly anon, that's a doppelganger. Why do you think she was acting so flirty?
>>25109212Another vote for separate from me
I´m kind of confused. Did we ask someone to investigate about a Meguca with some sort of prophetic abilities?
>>25109343Think we haven't gotten around to that yet.
>>25109355That an ou best clue currently is Misaka's rambling
>>25109127Yay, I managed to catch the thread just before my 3 hour long exam starts. Anyway.>[x]Point out her mustache, and tell her to keep it quiet."The last thing I want is some talk about 'catching the warmaster on the rebound'"While the box could be mami's head, it would be... poor form to kill of a character that everybody cares about without much of a way for players to stop it.Anyways off to last minute cram session.
>>25109115>Getting ready to go to bed>Hey, I've got a bright idea, I'll check /tg/ one last time>MGNQGod fucking damn it I have important shit to do, I needed that sleep.
>>25109369Deculture isn't that shit a writer to pull such a thing either
>>25109369>it would be... poor form to kill of a character that everybody cares about without much of a way for players to stop itLike Mirai?
>>25109441We had every chance to save her and the overwhelming retard response was "fuck you"
>>25109289Mami's severed head.
>>25109441Did anyone even really care about Mirai? She was someone that was a liability/enemy pawn at worst, and "friend of a friend" at best.Bonus points only, really.
>>25109441Remind me who that is again?
>>25109445I wish I could still hate people to death for this.
>>25109464Eh, I would have liked to save Midori's friend, but I honestly expected more death and consequences from how awful the confrontation with RibbonHomu went.Decu let us off easy for that.
>>25109466Friend of Midori.>>25109470So many things to hate people to death over. Almost all of them, for some reason, surrounding Iori.
>>25109483Fucking this.Some other DM would instantly kill everyone else and make Chiaki awaken in the middle of the burning Siberia
>>25109127>Point out her mustache, and tell her to keep it quiet.I don't know, the box just seems like a red herring to me for some reason.>>25109212I'll wait until the end of the thread until calling this, although I don't think many more will voice an opinion on the matter.
>>25109504Yeah, at the very least I suspected that Midori would die. We should quickly ask Kumatora what she can do, just encase (when) the box contains something nasty.
>>25109504Yeah. We were lucky Midori, Misaka and everyone didn't get toasted except Kharn, who Chiaki wakes up to being tortured by her or something.
>>25109520>a red herring to me for some reason.When it turns out to contain a fusion bomb I'm so going to call you out on it.
>>25109522>Midori would dieShe kinda did.
>>25109127>[X]Point out her mustache, and tell her to keep it quiet.>[X]There's something strange about that box...It's Iori's severed head.
>>25109537She was killed but did not die.We're talking about people dying when they are killed
>>25109537Yes but then she got better.
>>25109541It's Chiaki's severed head.
>>25109441It was established that she was totally saveable, it's just that she ended up not being so because the players thought an illusionist ex-pacifist could pull a 300 and Chiaki her way through a horde of monsters and an evil Ribbon Homura, so Mirai had to be expended to save Midori. Also Mirai wasn't nearly as loved as Mami, just to Midori.
>>25109541>It's Iori's severed head.And nothing of value was lost.
>>25109127OH MY GOD JC A BOMB
>>25109553It's Deculture's severed headghostwriter
>>25109550To be fair, getting a Magical Girl to stay dead is kinda hard considering that Decu has mentioned such things as Soul Gem surgery and whatnot.Seriously doubt that Souji is the only nerd turned Soul Gem scientist running around.
>>25109158 >>25109169 >>25109196 >>25109197"Well, um, it was hard not to overhear, sempai, the car was parked fairly close to the shop and all," Kumatora replies. "B-but I wasn't eavesdropping intentionally, sempai! I wasn't trying to pry, but when I saw the conversation getting tense and the other girls standing up and walking towards you, I had to make sure nothing bad was going to happen!"You knock back the double you've poured for yourself, before smiling at Kumatora as you tip the bottle of Kong for another. Well, you appreciate the Eversor's concern for your safety - and she didn't need to apologize for overhearing, anyway - but if it's not too much, you'd like for her to keep everything she heard to herself. Nothing to be said about this to anyone - not to her friends, not to Sayaka, and certainly not to Mami or Kyuubey. Or Kyoko, you add, who isn't so much as a gossip as she is a voluntary wellspring of information, telling everyone everything they asked with an open face and a cheerful grin."Right, sempai. You can count on me, my lips are sealed!" Kumatora salutes you, and you can't help but find her enthusiasm infectious. Of course, you dampen it some by pointing out that besides her lips being sealed, they're also sporting the impressive strawberry milk mustache. This she covers with a hand, going red in embarrassment before laughing about it a moment later, and then wiping it off with the sleeve of her jacket.You tell her to finish her drink - you're not looking to get plastered here, and the drink you poured should be your last - when Charles suddenly comes forward and places the box he'd received on the counter in front of you....The box has your name on it. Murderface. Written on the strip of masking tape securing the thing shut.[1/2]
>>25109127[x]If Flesh of the Fallen Angels is what we do when we just want to damn the universe and kill fucking everything, then this is Flesh of the Fallen Shadowruns. We've built enough bombs in our time to have a sixth sense of them by now, surely. Let's damn the results and investigate that thing, possibly using Timestop.
>>25109558Not the point.If the head is Iori's then somebody can work awfully fast which is pretty fucking bad.Timestop beats superspeed but superspeed beats Mami's (for example).If the speed is not the case then that means that Iori was killed before our meeting but then, who was Iori?The concert suddenly seems even more like a bad idea
>>25109577It seems it's for you. Which is...weird, considering that you're not expecting anything. You certainly don't list Charles' bar as your mailing address, that gets handled by Logistics back at Headquarters."Oh, a package, sempai?" Kumatora states the obvious, finishing off her strawberry milk and wiping her lips clean again. "Who's it from? What's inside?"The shield clamped on your right arm clicking faster, louder. More insistently.Yet, only audible to you, from how Charles and Kumatora seem to be sticking around rather than booking it. You lift it up carefully with both hands - it's hefty, but whatever seems to be inside is rolling around. ...The bottom seems to be slightly damp, despite being covered completely in masking tape. The fuck is in this box?Open the box.Dispose of the box immediately.Stop time, and open the box.
>>25109577>Our name on it>Who knows to deliver a package for us to a fucking bar at randomOh shit this can't be good.
Inside the box is Pinky's head
>>25109596Stop time, and open the box.
>>25109596>[X]Stop time, and open the box.Decu...
>>25109596>Stop time, and open the box.Like it was said earlier.Fuck is it really a head?
>>25109596>[x]Stop time, and open the box.There's no way someone could have invented a time stop proof bomb right?
>>25109596[x]Stop time, and open the box.No need for Kumatora to see.
>>25109597No don't worry man, according to >>25109520it's just a red herring!
>>25109596>...The bottom seems to be slightly dampAwwwwwww who's head It is?Also>[x]timestopIf gore, then close It again and deliver to officio.If a bomb, fuck I don't know
>>25109596>[x]Stop time, and open the box.
>>25109596Stop time, and open the box.Clearly the only way forward.
>>25109599No, it's /tg/'s head
[X]Stop time, and open the box.
>>25109596>Stop time, and open the box.because why the fuck not?
>>25109596I'm calling Wendy's head!
>>25109596Stop time.Open the boxAsk Pinky what the fuck is going on
>>25109596Okay, if it's addressed to us I'll panic and think it's a bomb. It it was addressed to Charles I wasn't going to go paranoia, ho!>Stop time, and open the box.
>>25109596>Sounds round>Bottom of box is dampNo no no no surely this is Kharn somehow sending us the panties back somehow despite us only sendng that package today, yes, that's it, ahahahahahahafuck
>>25109596It's a watermelon wet with dew! Time for summer fun!
>>25109596>[X]Stop time, and open the box.
>>25109596Okay, we need to get on top of this, and get ahead of whoever sending us cryptic packages.>[x] ZA WARUDO
>[X]Stop time, and open the box.Please let it be Sayaka's head
>>25109629That's Kharn's head.
>>25109639>SayakaNo, it's Malal's head.
>>25109621>What's going on?http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0cmqwbZa6_wHave to post this.
>>25109609Not the first, and certainly not the last time I'll ever be wrong.
>>25109639Its Mami's. We are clearly to late to save her.
>>25109596>[x]Stop time, and open the box.This is going to suck, bigtime.
i love you decu. i hope u know that.
>>25109596Maybe it only sounds round because it's a bowl with spaghetti in it, containing all the spaghetti we've accumulated from us being weird around our officio ladies and Iori.
>>25109658>It's Mami's mammis.
>>25109596>Stop time, and open the box.If... if it was a head and the box was damp, we'd already be smelling the blood. Right guys? R-right?
How about thatLet;s NOT open the box.It'd become a shroedinger's head!
[x]Stop time, and open the box.
Maybe it's just a hat.
Call QB. Ask if anyone's gone missing. Try and find out whose head it is wothout actually opening it.
>[x] Stop time. Open box.I believe that here we got some human parts inside
>>25109656It's okay, sorry for railing on you. It's only because you namefag. I, and many of us here, have probably made more than a few potentially fatal suggestions throughout the course of MGNQ. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zRJcxMe1zWY
>>25109671>Go back to officio with the sealed box>Try and figure out who's missing>Nobody>Weeks pass>Box starts to smell>Really, really smell>It's fucking rank>Mami find it>Opens it up>Inside is the severed, partially rotting head ofKyuubey
>[X]Stop time, and open the box.Get on the floor, do the dinosOH GOD WHY IS THERE BLOOD EVERYWHERE
>my face when the most reasonable explaination for someone sending a package to us at the exact moment we go into a random bar is the kind of feat you might need to be able to see the future to doLike, say, if someone was a motherfucking PROPHET
>>25109706Goddamit your right. MGNQ is suffering.
>>25109706To be fair until yesterday to everybody concerned if you wanted to get something to Murderface you checked this bar first, last and about a dozen times in between We did spend a shitload of time in here when not on the job or comatose
>>25109596>The bottom seems to be slightly damp, despite being covered completely in masking tape. Oh shit son, looks like its time for healing!
>>25109212is there anyway to put chapters into the PDF for each arc and or thread # along with the different stories or will that be too much work.
Don't bother opening the box. Find out who this Prophet is and shoot them in the fucking face.
>>25109722But we already know who the Prophet is.It's Misaka
I'd like to ask now since i managed to catch the thread before i go to sleep, are the end of thread write-fags in private conference with decu and know some going ons that they base their stuff on or is it all their own with the only influence being what goes on in thread that decu can choose to make canon or not?
>>25109743I don't know about prose Magica but the wendy cooldown parts are definitely canonI think both do keep in contact with Decu to run it all by him first
>>25109725No anon, we are the Prophet.
>>25109720I know the .mobi versions have chapters set on them, I didn't know the PDF didn't have them set.Hold on while I try to fix this.
>>25109762And then /tg/ committed Sudoku to save Mami.
>>25109743They are both canon yes.>inb4 it's not a head
>>25109743I thought Decu wrote those?
>>25109596[x]Open the box.
oh god i just got home.it's a head isn't it!?
>>25109813The situation is heading that way, yes
>>25109819>puns alreadyWhy do we always end up going that route? All these puns are gonna do my head in.
>>25109819We shouldn't get ahead of ourselves, it might be broken bottle of Kong. Or a blood soaked bomb.
C'mon, guys. I'm sure there's nothing to worry about.
>>25109834no need to loose your head anon it's just a box right?
I just realised. Losing a head isn't fatal, this could be a ransom note for whoever this is.
>>25109885Right, but it also means their soul gem is held hostage.
>>25109916It's better than the alternative.
>>25109852>>25109843It's a head of lettuce inside that was dampening the bottom of the box because it was freshly washed. A note attached to the bottom of the lettuce says "I have kidnapped Tomoe Mami, and demand blahblabhblah by time o'clock or she dies.
Are you Happy Decu? You've made the readers devolve into LSD-tier conspiracy theories.Congratulations.
>>25109813Or a present from Kharn / the rabbits on becoming warmasterBecause their tastes generally run to bloodthirsty and bloodthirstierAnd booze, women and other great things
>>25109947He is probably ecstatic
>>25109947>>25109963Decu feasts on shadowruns and washes them down with tears.
>>25109958>It's an ornamental bottle of genuine Russian 80-proof vodka>The courier damaged it during deliveryThe upside of this is, we'll still get a severed head at the end of it.
>>25109720Ah, okay. Now that I know how, yes, I can do that.
>>25109947For conspiracy theories, this is pretty tame. And really, we asked Wendy Cooldown for help but didn't tell QB that someone will be going after one of his most useful and invested in Meguca's?We really need to get on that.
>>25109600 >>25109601 >>25109604 >>25109608You grab the rim of your Shield and push it an entire ninety degrees. The clicking gears grinding, screeching in protest, before finally crashing together in a sharp report of metal locking against metal. The 'eyes' of the shield sliding open, revealing two blood-red crimson gems, both glowing a hellish light in unison as time stops its inexorable passage for you.It's strange, this ability of yours. As far back as you can remember, you never really thought much about it - until it slowly dawned on you, by Kyuubey's own musings and Kharn's overwillingness to show you off to other Officios, that what you had was something unique. Most girls received magical weaponry upon contracting, a tool imbued with the magic of their wish. Some of them received abilities usually thought of as something fantastical or impossible - such as the ability to regenerate grievous injury in mere seconds, or be able to pull a sword from a standard-issue cake with standard-issue icing (candles optional). But whatever you wished for, it seems, got you something unique. Something that no other Incubator could create, no matter what wish they granted....Of course, your being able to bend time over a barrel and have your way with it isn't exactly all peaches and cream. Not after Pinky started showing up whenever you used it. You remember that you used to have no trouble with it at all. In fact, you remember leaving it on for days at a time, using it to disappear and hide from everyone when things got a bit too...annoying. A bit too uncomfortable. Sure, one or few times Kyoko had to rush you to headquarters because of how dark your soul gem got after these excursions, but they never seemed to hurt besides that.But now...well. You try not to use it too much.Simply because you don't really feel like facing down a giggly eldritchian goddess with a smile too full of teeth and hair the color of pink cotton candy every single time you do.[1/2]
>>25109980that was made for just Kharn in mind wasn't it
>>25110005DAMNIT DECU WHAT'S IN THE BOX
>>25110005The world flickers crimson as soon as your shield locks into position, before its colors bleed away, leaving everything cast in dull shades of gray, black and white. To your side, Kumatora, frozen in stasis, continues to look down at the box in front of you. Charles, though, seems to have gone - and in his place is Pinky. Hugging the box to her chest, resting her chin on its surface. A cheeky grin curling her lips, baring rows of sharp, pointy teeth."Oh, hello, Homura-chan! So glad you can join my little game of What's In The Box!" She chirps, all sunshine and daisies and botched autopsies. "But before we begin, can you tell the rest of the viewers how it feels to stomp someone's feelings into the ground? You seem to be the resident expert in that particular field, if I'm any judge!" It's then that her voice turns into a cruel mimicry of the brown-haired idol you left in tears back in that coffee shop. "Friends!...It's okay to be friends with Chiaki-san! Look at me, I'm an idol and I'm being moe, boo hoo hoo!" It's then that she narrows her sunless eyes at you. "I fucking told you to forget about that slut, Homura-san! WHY AREN'T YOU LISTENING TO ME?!"How do you respond?
>>25110022Inside the box is...A round, slightly damp box.
>>25110025What's in the boxxxxxxx? COME ON MAN TELL ME!
>>25110025"You were watching, weren't you? I broke it off with her. That's what the whole point of the coffee date was. What's in the box, Pinky."
Also goddamn every single one of you who voted for time stop before checking the box. I don't think it was a stupid choice.But goddamn you.
>>25110025"I still have to be civil to employers. Also, it's nice to see you again. This isn't a present from you, is it?"
>>25110025You already stole my heart. What else do you want?
>>25110025[x]"That's strange, Pinky. I thought you liked seeing me suffer. Besides, if I didn't play nice with her that... stupid... girl... would probably do something like contracting and then she'd be even more of a bother."Pinky's like an old friend, she knows how to stab us in the front like a pro.
>>25110025"It feels like shit. But she's better off without me.I was planning on getting drunk and crying on your shoulder but now I'm concerned about the box."
>>25110025WHAT'S IN THE FUCKING BOX?!
>>25110025"I broke it off with her, like you saw. If my memory goes away, then sure I'll forget her, but I'll also forget you. Besides, it's my job and she's a client. "Now, what's in the box?"
>>"Friends!...It's okay to be friends with Chiaki-san! Look at me, I'm an idol and I'm being moe, boo hoo hoo!" It's then that she narrows her sunless eyes at you. "I fucking told you to forget about that slut, Homura-san! WHY AREN'T YOU LISTENING TO ME?!""Because I'm a monster who likes to shatter people's feelings. Do you even listen to yourself anymore?
>>25110025she's gone, I listened to you, like a good girlfriend. please tell me what's in the box.
>>25110025I'M TRYING, IN CASE YOU'RE BLIND.JESUS, GIRL.And to think I was considering being nice to you today
>>25110025I thought you would be happy MadokaAfter all I told her I wasn't interested so that means there is less on my mind other than you and why you are hiding here between time
>>25110025I believe the last time you spoke of her, you told me that she is an idol, not my waifu. I have done my utmost to ensure that this is the case, in a typically hamfisted and thoughtless way. I'm sorry that I misinterpreted your advice as encouraging me to ensure that she would know that I'm not romantically interested in her, rather than ignoring her completely.
>>25110025"I broke it off with her, didn't I?" deadpan "Isn't that what you wanted anyway, so what's the problem?">she probably wanted it faster, well tough cookie.>>25110038i don't see the problem.
>>25110025"I did just crush her heart, you know. Don't worry, the way things are going she's going to get taken down by crossfire when I have the kneecap this Ruri bitch at this upcoming concert."...so... what's in the box?"
>>25110038We were worried it would be a bomb and we'd all die. Less talk more box.
>>25110025>WHY AREN'T YOU LISTENING TO ME?!"I did, damn you. I let her down, didn't I? That's what you wanted, wasn't it? I already feel like shit, so what more do you want from me, Pinky?"
>>25110025>>25110005"Why are you even upset this time? It`s not like you have something to be jealous about since I shoot her down. I was even thinking of letting you meet some of my friends tonight, since you must feel awfully lonely in here, Madoka.This however goes down the drain should this box contain anyone`s bodyparts. Because it would really make me hate you."[x] Homu. As. Fuck.
>>25110086>>25110089Yeah, like, I understand why people voted for timestop and it was a reasonable choice.But now I'm going to sit here going 'WHAT'S IN THE FUCKING BOX DECULTURE' for the next forty minutes without getting anything else done.
>>25110025"Its still Matsuda, and I did. Can we get this hate fuck over with so I can have my box now?"
>>25110097you and everyone else, keep it together man!
>>25110025"Easy for you to say. Whether you like it or not, I still answer to people who employ me. In any case, I thought you would be happy I felt it best for us to open your gift together...it IS your gift, right?"
>>25110107>inb4 chikuwa without the box being opened
>>25110097>inb4 Decu has to leave and then next thread is next week.
>>25110130Naw man. Come on. He wouldn`t do that. Right, Decu? You.. you wouldn`t do that, right?
>>25110025'... I missed you too, Pinky'
>>25110025"Weren't you listening? I only met with her today to let her down gently. As much as you might of wanted me to be rough and kneecap her to get the point across, the last person I did that to is now your rival, and I'd rather not take that chance again."
>>25110150Being MGNQ is suffering
>>25110025"I let her down easy so she wouldn't do something stupid and end up being a huge pain in the ass, I fail to see the problem. Now whats in the box Pinky? The anticipation is killing me."
>>25110180*rather not take the chance of that happening again.
>>25110005>or be able to pull a sword from a standard-issue cake with standard-issue icing (candles optional).We've already been over this.
>>25110150We're full Shadowrun now, nigga.>>25110005>>25110025"I did. I shot her down just a while ago and I feel like crap so I damn hope you're happy. Now, tell me, what's inside the box?"
>>25110025>Are you trying to be that daft or does it come natural? I just told her she doesn't have a chance. Besides, who gave you the exlusive rights to me?>Its time you started telling me what happened because Im growing rather tired of this game.
>>25110130That's what's in the box.A chikuwa.
>>25110093i like this one
>>25110297>Pinky takes away the box so we don't hate her>We never find out what was in it>Ever>All we know is it's body parts of some kindThe Mystery Box shall remain, forever... a mystery.
So it's Iori's head, right?I'm putting my money on Iori's head being in the box.Like 85% sure that Iori's head is what is in the box.
>>25110328Just check everyone we know still has most of their important bits still attached once we get back to the office.
>>25110249>somebody used my imageYAYreally need to get to drawing that up on my tablet...
>>25110328For some reason, this post suddenly made me think of Steel Ball Run. Let's go collect the Saint's body parts! ...If any girl has a power like D4C, I quit.
>>25110283FUCK YOUit's too early!
>>25110334It's obviously Iori's dick
>>25110337If we can get back in one piece, Pinky's awfully pissed at the moment.
>>25110356I like you.
>>25110025>WHY AREN'T YOU LISTENING TO ME?!Because your advice is either cryptic or downright nonsensical. Start making sense by telling me who died to make that box. Then we'll talk.
>>25110062>our face when
[x] Lick soul gem.Our soul gem.
>>25110409this is no time for masturbation!
>>25110418It's the perfect time. After all, there's already something rolling around in Chiaki's wet box.
>>25110425Oooooooooh, fuck you
>>25110425You are terrible.
>>25110418There's ALWAYS TIME!Now, if you said there was a better use of our time, well...no, still not seeing it...
>>25110438>>25110471Thank you, we're here all night.
>>25110025Not in the mood. What's in the box?
>>25110538What do you think the chances are that it isn't a head?
>>25110025Take a drink. "Jealousy is an ugly emotion. It suits you."
>>25110561Toss a coin. Either heads or tails
>>25110561One in three.Two in three says it's some other limb.
>>25110561about 1/3 I'm still hoping its a head of cabbage
>>25110425It can`t be helped.
>>25110561Even money says it's a different organ. Like a heart.
>>25110577You're the best.
>>25110561Honestly, you'd be surprised how small you can squish up an entire body if you dont mind breaking bits of it.
>>25110029 >>25110033 >>25110057 >>25110054 >>25110093"Well, I don't like you talking to her!" Pinky snarls at you, sharpened teeth snapping together, as if biting off every word she spits out. "No more talking to idols, especially her!" It's then that she pouts, here. "Uuu...if I'd only known that you'd have an idol fetish just by one making eyes at you after you saved her, I wouldn't have even lifted a finger to help you out of Midorin's illusion! Stupid Madoka-chan! STUPID HOMURA-CHAN!"Yes. she should learn how to stop those annoying impulses of being a decent person. It gets in the way of what you're obsessively gunning for. You're working on that yourself, really. It must be really tough for someone batshit insane like her to struggle with morals. You can tell - it's not helping her complexion much."What?" Pinky blinks at this, before narrowing her eyes. "What...what did you say? Are you...are you making fun of ME, Homura-chan?"You ignore the disturbing way that the world around you suddenly seems to darken the slightest bit, a dull roar rumbling in your ears as the ground under your feet starts to shiver. You're just puzzled, after all - what's gotten her upset THIS time? It's not like her to be jealous since you shot Iori down. That's what she wanted, isn't it? And to think you were going to introduce her to some of your new friends tonight, what with her being lonely and all. It all goes down the drain, however, if what's inside the box is the one thing that it shouldn't be. Because that would be bad. And you wouldn't be able to be friends anymore."But that's not--" Pinky starts, frowning still, yet her pure-black eyes flickering in uncertainty for a split second. "It's not MY box, Homura-chan! I didn't put it together for you!"Really. Can she still say that, if it turns out that this was sent by someone using a Golden Weapon? She'd still be responsible for that.[1/2]
>>25110617Awww fuck it's a head. She knows it's a head and now she's gonna try to stop us looking in the box because we threatened her.Fucking Pinky.
>>25110617It IS a head, isn't it?And it's going to cock up whatever plans we had and make this entire week a fucking disaster.
>>25110642>Fucking PinkyShe's only looking out for us, don't hate her for that.
>>25110617"...Hah! That's impossible!" Pinky has the gall to scoff here, waving a clawed hand as if to brush your accusation away. "Everyone I've chosen isn't as crass as this, Homura-chan! Kilgore, maybe, but not everyone else!..." It's then that she blinks again, tilting her head to the side and scratching at a cheek with an index finger. "Well, er, Kirika-chan was sort of nuts to begin with--but ah, you already took care of the both of them, anyway! The rest are...alright, alright, maybe it's possible for one or two of them, but it's really not their style to-"...You're not too sure how to feel about that. But whatever. You're here to open the goddamn box and see what's inside."Eh, are you really sure, Homura-chan?" It's here that Pinky's smile turns sly. "You should just quit while you're ahead, you know~"Shaking your head at the pun - you expected more from her, really - it's then that you plant one heeled foot onto a nearby stool, tugging the combat knife strapped to your ankle free of its sheath. You take the box from Pinky's grasp - the crazed goddess with the bleeding eyes sulking still, mouth upturned in a pouty frown - and begin to carefully slice open the tape securing the top shut. There's a lot of it, but your knife's sharp enough to--The smell is faint, but you pick up on it immediately, setting off warning alarms in your head. You saw through the tape faster, quicker, more urgently - and the scent gets stronger the more you unseal the damn thing. It's blood, that much is certain. Tangy copper, with a faint edge of rust. Old blood, spiced with the subtle sweetness of fresh decay.You finally manage to cut away the rest of the tape, and you stab the combat knife into the counter. The bladed weapon turning gray the moment you let go of it, both your hands now tearing the lid free.[2/3]
>>25110617Fuccccckkkkkk...It's a head. Possible two.
>>25110617Then who did? If you want me, truly want me, stop fucking around and give it to me straight.
>>25110665>>25110642>>25110656Welp folks, brace yourselves.
>>25110665>You should just quit while you're aheadfffffffffff
>>25110668We're so on the edge of our fucking seat we're trying to respond even before the choice comes up, and I can't blame us.
>>25110665What greets you - besides the stench of death, of blood, of skin and flesh and bone torn open - is the back of a severed head. Female. Young. Possibly a magical girl, you can't say for sure.Its hair a thick, soft, yellow blonde. Two pigtails, teased into gentle spiralling curls. A brass flower brooch, stained with blood, secures one of them in place.. . .How do you react?
>>25110665F5 F5 F5 F5 F5 F5 F5 F5 F5 F5 F5 F5 F5 F5 F5 F5 F5 F5 F5 F5 !
>>25110656And then we put up a special mission for the officio. Manhunt : Whoever the fuck beheaded our friend/colleague (If it's some random person then we'll do it solo until we find out it's a golden weapon user)
>>25110665The anticipation is killing me
>>25110691"...Who did this?"
>>25110691Pick it up and turn it overCheck for a soul gem
>>25110691Who's face.If Mami, pull the gun and shoot Pinky in the face
>>25110691Close the box. Start time. Phone Mami.We may have to take a raincheck on that idol job. Because it might be war time.
>>25110691Turn it around and hope for the bestSomeone is just fucking with us and will die for this joke.
>>25110691CHECK THE FACE.FUUUUUUU
>>25110691TURN IT OVER WHO OH GOD WHO IS IT!!!!!!?
>>25110691Keep calm, turn head around. Then proceed to flip out.
>>25110691Close the lidresume timecall Mami
>>25110691Make this fucking face
>>25110691check if brooch is soulgemcheck if face is mamigentlyoh god i was right it really was a doppelganger
>>25110691Well, fuck.>>25110721This, we have to make sure.
>>25110691"...Fix it.FIX IT FIX IT FIX IT FIX IT FIX IT FIX IT FIX IT FIX IT."
>>25110691Snap so hard we go right back to cold and unfeeling.>possible magical girlturn the head over, we have to make sure if it is Mami or not.>probably is but YOU NEVER KNOW!also is there a soul gem included?
>>25110691[x] Witch out.
>>25110691>How do you react?we dont react because we dont know who it isgoddamnit decu stop drawing it out and show us the face
>>25110691"This... is a bad joke, isn't it? A really bad joke. I'm going to kill whoever thought this was funny." Check the face.
Ooops, we should return that to the office quickly.
>>25110691Turn the head around and check the face."If this is Mami, then we aren't friends anymore, Pinky."
>>25110691Flip the fuck out.
>>25110691Check the brooch. Is it intact?We didn't leave Mami that long ago. This can't be right. It.. It isn't her, is it. "Who did this." Flat and so very upset.
>>25110691NONO NO NONOO!!!
>>25110691Save our fury for the one responsible. Right now just calmly check to see if it's a Soulgem, and if it is, demand to know who did this, and do not take no for an answer.Rank, officio, and civilia casualties be damned, if it's mami we're blasting them into orbit.
>>25110707Actually on second thought I'm going to bump the happening-o-meter to 'you can't stop it'.Anyway check the identity, it could be someone else. Then GET AFTER THE COURIER whilst we're still in time freeze
>>25110691Drop the fucking box. Sock Pinky in the fucking face. Assuming we haven't been ripped in half by that, straddle her and empty a clip into her. FUCK EVERYTHING TO THE FUCKING MOON
>>25110691Well, somebodies getting murdered for this.
>>25110691Remain calm.Turn over head.If not Mami, be furious in a professional sort of way. Who am I kidding, its fucking Mami.If Mami, RAMPAGE TIME.
>>25110691> Take the head out. Check face. If Mami: Shoot Pinky's ear off. Undo the timestop, call the officio. Enter DEFCON 5 (or 1 whichever was the OH SHIT one). New priority 1 mission: Manhunt.
>>25110764We don't know it was a golden weapon user.
>>25110774If it's Mami then Unlimited Nuclear Missile Works is go.
>>25110775Shouldn't the colors of "It hasn't even begun" and "You didn't listen" be swapped?
>>25110691[x] Vomit[x] Check face[x] If Mami, give in to the Despair.
>>25110691"Motherfucker."unstop time and nobody leaves the bar. Shit has gotten serious.
>>25110691Hmm, as much as it sounds like Mami, I wonder if it being in the Time Stop is fucking with our perception of the contents of the box. It wouldn't be the first time we've seen something that actually isn't there during time stop.
>>25110691If this is Mami, there will be blood, and war. A long war.
>>25110802>>25110788>>25110787>>25110775>>25110774>>25110771>>25110770>>25110751>>25110745>>25110740Order in the court!Find that courier. Unfreeze time and ask Charles for details of his looks if we have to. We find him, we have a lead.
>Ignore the pink bitch>Call Mami>Fail to connect>Call QB>DEFCON -1 YOU FURRY MOTHERFUCKER>Mobilize [s]1000[/s] 999 magical girls.>SEARCH AND DESTROY>SEARCH AND DESTROY>SEARCH AND DESTROY>SEARCH AND DESTROY>SEARCH AND DESTROY
>>25110814lol, we unfreeze time and its just a hunk of lettuce
"'Everyone I've chosen isn't as crass as this,' huh?"then >>25110774
>>25110775Personally, I think It's Too Late is more appropriate.
>>25110691Check the brooch for a Soulgem, and then check the face to see who it was.We need to keep our rage and despair in check; we can't kill whoever did this if we Witch out too soon.
>>25110829We should call Mami, Kyouko, Sayaka (in that order). If one of them picks up, we'll know what happened.
>>25110814It's probably just someone else made to look like Mami. A torn off face would complete it.
>>25110848If we level the city we can.
>>25110691CHECK THE FACE
>>25110847Perhaps, I think we can all agree that, at the moment at least, it's not happening. But soon.
>>25110829We're still in stopped time. We can check the face and catch up with the courier if we wanted to. Unfreezing time now is the wrong choice. Check, make sure it isn't her, then chase down the courier.Pinky can come along if she wants to. But do not under any circumstance unfreeze time until we have checked the identity. I'm thinking it's along the lines of a warning."Next time I'll mail you the real one and not just a girl who looks like her."That sort of thing.
>>25110848Of course we can. A Witch is a living curse. We will kill everything and everyone because everyone who didn`t prevent it is responsible for this.
>>25110860But what if they're already out of the city?
So general consensus seems to be check the face, and then flip our shit in the most devastating way possible.
>>25110691[x] Whisky. Take a swing.[x] Calm th efuck down and examine the head.[x] Don't let Pinky do anything until you're done with the head.
>>25110873This. This this this this.
>>25110847>>25110855>>25110859What if Mami is the one who did this? While Chiaki doesn't know, Mami has a golden weapon, which aren't known for their healthy effects on one's psyche.Hell, for all we know, it could be perverting her desire to see Chiaki grow as a person. Like how Zoom does all these horrible things to the Flash and his family out of a perverse desire to make him a better hero.
>>25110873It could be the daughter from the third mission we let Kyoko and Midori go on.
>>25110875Our rage and grief is the kind that pierces the heavens and lays waste to the earth.
>>25110875then we kill all the cities, it is not that hard to understand
>>25110874>everyone who didn`t prevent it is responsible for this.Especially us, right?Because we could have told QB to put a couple squads of Eversors on Mami to prevent this sort of thing, but we didn't.
>>25110691if it's Mami's head then it's rampage time>>25110865
>>25110691Reach in to the box>it can't be Mami.Turn over head>It is Mami. NO NO NO NO NO NO.Is there a soul gem?>Oh god please. Please no. Please no. Please someone FIX IT. JUST FIX IT.Is there anything else in the box or on the package to suggest where it might have come from?>Its ok. I can deal with this. Its ok. I'll just FUCK THIS WORLD ITS NUKE TIME. What, you thought I was going for the traditional 5 stages of grief? Fuck that shit. Step 5 for Homu is NUKES.
>Don't you dare question my resolve! I have already given you your marching orders, soldier! You will search and destroy! SEARCH AND DESTROY! Any resistance you encounter is to be CRUSHED! Magical Girls do not run from our enemies! Kill them all! I order you to leave nothing but bloody stains in your way!
>>25110873Finally someone with a cool head.
>>25110873>>25110875I'm sure Kyuubey has a lot of resources and someone being able to take down one of his top Vindicares without much trouble would mean something to the little rodent.>>25110895Maybe, but we'll save that for when we confirm whose head it is.>>25110873We better finish up things with Pinky then.
Why are people wanting to get mad at Pinky? This doesn't seem to be on her.I'm betting on the 10th.
>>25110873Agreed. Best course of action. If we unfreeze and call up, but find out Mami's not there we'll have wasted time tracking the courier. This will deprive us of a lead. If we check, track down the courier, and then unfreeze once we have him will gain the same information but also have the courier. Of course it should go without saying that this is a trap.
This song seems appropriate.http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UpSHC1dqX1o
>>25110895Mami lost her weapons inside Charlotte's barrier.My personal theory is that Charlotte still has them. Mostly because the image of her awkwardly wielding fuckoff huge flintlock rifles is bloody adorable.
>>25110899This...makes more sense than it should..One tinfoil hat plz.
>>25110907Yeah, but if we off ourselves first then nobody else gets punished for letting this happen.Everyone is at fault, so everyone dies.See? It's better this way.
>>25110934Awkwardly DUAL-wielding, even.
>implying there isn't a bomb inside the skull that you tripped by opening itDo you even maximum Evil?
>>25110924Because she's taunting us over it, and she's a target who's it's fine to get mad at, because she'll only rip out our heart or something just like we deserve for letting this happen.
>>25110908if it's Mami we are duel wielding Migs and fucking this entire gay earth
>>25110973>if it's Mami we are duel wielding MIRVs and fucking this entire gay earthFTFY
>>25110691>How do you react?I do something else for the hour it takes you to write the next post.
>>25111000>If it's Mami we get Midori to pull off a Yuri with all the nuclear submarines and missile silos in the world
Ask Pinky if that's really Mami's severed head.If it is, time to go berserker and kill lots of stuff.
>>25110691>sit down>breathe>try not to cry>cry a lot
>>25110691Alright, so we DON'T let go of Timestop, we check the brooch for a Soul Gem and check the face, and we go and grab that courier and find out where he picked up the package.No going off the deep end yet because we've got a job to do.
>>25110691>first day as warmaster and not only have we fucked up Iori's day and got a lot of people pissed at us, but we lost Mamii think we're allowed to have a breakdown at this point.
>>25110691"Is this who I think it is?"If Yes, go fucking berserk and burn the world.If No, go fucking berserk and kill the courier and everybody who hired him in the last week.Fucking Around time is officially over.
>Yuyushiki 08 just finished dl'ing>...>I think I'll wait till tomorrow to watch it
>>25111116Hey now, don't shoot the messenger.
>>25110873Hold on. We can pull Charles into the timestop. We'll have to get him drunk as fuck to make him forget seeing the pink horror though.
>>25111142No, we're going to pry whatever info we can off his grubby little hands and then we're going after whoever sent him.
>>25111154>>25111154This in case Chiaki doesn't remember how the courier looked like.
>>25111175I hope Pinky doesn't mind though.
>>25111142We're not just going to shoot the messenger, we're also going to shoot his parents, his pet dog, that girl who he was kind of awkward with in 9th grade, and everything else he ever loved, up to and including the already dead and buried corpses of his grandparents.
>grab courier>"guess who fucked up big today?">interrogate, snap bones as you see fit
>>25111186We said we were going to introduce her to our friends. Charles is our best friend. Sells us booze and doesn't ask for id? He's a friend for life.
Our judgement will rain down from the heavens.
>>25111195Why waste time on people that don't have anything to do with this when we need to be concentrating on our priorities?And it's our fault that this happened by not telling QB to put higher security on Mami.
>>25111209Ehhh, what the Hell. It's not like Pinky'll flip over us dragging someone completely unrelated into our moment with her, right?
>>25111232just imagine if its QB playing a joke on us, to get us to tell him to put tighter security on Mami
>>25110691"So ends our beautiful relationship. And to think I even liked being your friend. Lover. Whatever."
>>25111235At this point, as long as Pinky doesn't incapacitate us or immediately kill him, we're not going to care much
>>25111264Has hair styled to look just like her's? I doubt it. Unless she actually has a girlfriend... that's still freaky though.
>>25111264>>25111288What if it isn't Mami's head, but Oriko's?That would be one helluva curve-ball. I don't even know what should be done if that happened.
>>25111318Carry on drinking, get tighter security on Mami.
Whoa whoa whoa, hold on a second. We're gonna start sucking if we get buttmad and don't think things through. Calm self. Repackage the head, send to forensics to see if they can get prints. Capture messenger, interrogate. Check other people we are close to, ensure their safety. We're warmaster now, and not only that but we need to save our vengeance for those who deserve it for maximum potency.Mami wouldn't want us losing our cool.Mami wanted us to have it together, so we're fucking pulling ourself back together.
>>25111318I'm up for just finding the courier in that case. Either way it's still a member of our officio that's been killed.
>>25111055No Comrade general, it has only begun?
>>25111288no i was saying he should be looked into, dunkass. we never looked at his background.
>>25111333I'm sure Mami's decapitated head would tell us that the situation is most unpleasant, and we can be appropiately distressed. If it could talk
>>25111360>dunkassI like that, I'll be calling people dunkasses from now on.
>>25111333But that's not really a realistic reaction for Murderface to have.When the head of someone you are entirely devoted to is sent to you in a box, you don't react calmly. You might go into denial for a few minutes, but then you go bugfuck insane.
>>25111350(Funny enough. I got it from one of your posts when I searched on foolz)
>>25111333>don't think things throughSeems to be a hallmark of some players.
>>25110705 >>25110715 >>25110721 >>25110726You spend a few moments in silence as you stare down at the gruesome package, feeling...an odd sense of calm, of peace washing over you. Maybe it's because of your blood suddenly running cold at the sight - of the thought - that someone had finally gotten to you in a way no one has ever before, taking what you held the most dear and then simply tearing it right in front of your face. Maybe it's the freeing tranquility of finally knowing that everything you love will no doubt perish because of the sins you committed and continue to bear. Or maybe it's the cold sense of certainty that you've finally been given a reason to raze this city to the ground, and hunt down every Magical Girl party to this murder.The thing is, you're not freaking out. Not right now. Not when there's still stuff to do.The first of which being...well, to verify the identity of whoever it was in the box. You have an idea who, but...either this is a horrible and stupid joke that someone will die for, or Pinky's prediction had come true before you could do anything about it, and Mitakihara will burn for it.Reaching down - taking the severed head with both hands, by the cheeks, noting just how warm the flesh is, still - you turn the grisly present and see something that allows you to take another breath. And another.Before you grit your teeth and force the bile back in your throat, feeling a wave of vomit threaten to surge up and deposit itself all over the front of your costume.It's not Mami. The face is...gruesomely vandalized, but it's not Mami. You're sure of that. The eyes are nothing more than gory, empty sockets, the eyeballs gouged out, trails of bloody tears inked down its cheeks. The lower jaw has been torn away, leaving the tongue flapping loose, with half of the appendage chopped off. On the forehead, carved by what looks to be a box cutter, is a five-word phrase that you've become quite intimately familiar with.[1/2]
>>25111393Someone had carved THE FLESH OF FALLEN ANGELS on the severed head's face. The jagged writing giving it away that the girl was still struggling when the deed was done. Not very subtle, but then again, well. They went to the trouble to make their victim look like Tomoe Mami. That's as unsubtle as it can get.Examining the gruesome souvenir even further, it's here that you spot more differences, more cllues that it's not her. The hair is obviously dyed blonde, with roots of a darker color showing there. The brooch is fake plastic. The cheeks have a faint smattering of freckles on them. But most telling of all is how there isn't a soul gem in the box at all. If this was indeed Mami, they'd have shipped her soul gem - or what was left of it - along with the head. That meant that they'd killed her outright, with no hope of her being ever brought back. Not doing so meant that this was either a fake, or a bluff. Her Soul Gem still being intact would still give you hope, and that would be enough to fuel you into hunting her kidnappers down."See? It's not them. They don't work like that." Pinky frowns, resting her elbows on the bar, propping her chin up with her hands. "Honestly, though, I'm not sure why you like her so much. You're not even sure if Mami-san likes you back! Sure, she's got those great pancakes, but do you think she cooks them for you and no one else?"You place the head back into the box, letting it drop there with a soft, greasy thump. You wipe your bloodied hands on your skirt, staining the once-pristine purple cloth crimson.What do you do now?
Shooting the messenger or not, we should find that courier and press out of him who gave him that parcel to deliver.Shooting out his kneecaps to prevent him from fleeing is optional, but recommended.
>>25111387Mami produces a huge emotional response in Chiaki.If this is her, losing her shit would be pretty in character.
>>25111403We should probably call Coobie and actually tell him about the Prophet thing now. And then call Mami and try not to freak out. And then get our asses back home.
>>25111403Go get the messenger, interrogate.
>>25111393Yes Mami's not dead. But she will be eventually.
>>25111403Thank Pinky for giving us the box and kiss her in the forehead then find the Courier (Timestop or no Timestop) and then we grill all the info we can out of him.>>25111420And then we can do this.
>>25111403"That doesn't matter at all."Go after the courier. Keep time stopped.
>>25111403Tell Pinky that she could learn a thing or two from Mami that would make Chiaki like her more.After that, it's chatting time. What news does our pink haired goddess bring us today?
>>25111403"So, Pinks, my dear friend, what can you tell me about this? Surely you know something"
>>25111420This, but Call Mami should include an order to not go anywhere alone until further notice, even the bathroom.
>>25111403Find the messenger. Break his nose and bring him back for interrogation. Tighten security detail on Mami. Run checks on people who know us well enough and are buttfuck crazy enough to do this. Wash our skirt.
>>25111403"I am way too sober for this shit. And so are you."OPERATION 'GET SMASHED WITH PINKY' IS GOFOR REALSGUYS COME ON
>>25111403Messenger first. Cellphone later.
>>25111403Close up the box. We'll need forensics run on the head to find out who the girl was. Then we head outside and find that courier; we at least remember what his clothes looked like so we should still be able to catch him. We need to find out who he got the package from.We do all of this while still Timestopped.As for Pinky:"Does a child need to ask if her mother loves her? I don't."
>>25111441Yes, get Pinky to cook us eldritch pancakes.
>>25111431I like this plan, I second it.Also, reminder of how to solve all the problems in this quest. (Finally got a chacne to post thisa gain)
>>25111403Phone Coobie. Tell him to have a squad of eversors defending Mami.Get that fucking courier.
>>25111457its a time stop. we have a bit of time to spend with her in a cordial situation
>>25111403"She probably doesn't like me back. But that's not even why I like her in the first place. If you don't understand that, well..."Then sigh, and >>25111420Also, inform Mami we just received a threat targeting her.
>>25111403un-time stop, get Kumatora and get hunting
Ruri did it.
Finally made it to one of these threads in time, yay. I bring shitty fanart.>>25111460this
>>25111456We don't need to physically beat him yet. And...we're not even sure if the courier was the one that left the box, since we didn't see him drop it off or hand it over.The box was just there on a stool.Don't beat him until we know he's the right one.
>>25111403Store the head in a cloth or something, put it back in the box, and store the box in our inventory. Whatever investigative arm at the Officio will want to take a look at this and determine who this poor girl was. Then call QB, get him to detail security on Mami, strong possibility of golden-weapon user going after her. Then call Mami and alert her that there's a possible golden-weapon user after her. >PinkyThank her for giving us the box. Also tell her that Chiaki liking Mami may have something to do with her acting as a surrogate mother/sister figure when everybody else wanted to dispose of Girl A because it was frankly such a huge hassle.
>>25111403get that messenger, while still in time-stop.we need to find out what the daughter of that important client looked like. (Third mission)>Haventg facenow is not the time to be talking about faces!
>>25111501>un-time stopUh, why?Time Stop means the courier can't move and we can walk out of the bar to find him.
>>25111517Can we traumatize him with time stop?
>>25111514>aku no murderface
>>25111403"If this isn't from one of yours, then why did that phrase pop up?"
>>25111514face too longshould be wide not longdo you even homu
>>25111431>>25111460I like this two. To add: "I'll share some of the pancakes with you next time. You'll understand."
>>25111431This works for me.
>>25111403Turn to PinkyRegardless if she cooks them for other people or not she cooks them for me and cares enough to actually worry after someone like me so she deserves itWho is this? I get the feeling you know something about itPut the head back in the box and make it disappear, we don't want Kumatora seeing it and vomiting strawberry milk all over Charles's bar.I doubt he would appreciate it
>>25111517>not breaking his nose to intimidate himNigga is yo azz fo reals
>>25111541Nice touch. Seconding this.
>>25111548Yeah, because we can pull a gun on him.Maybe fire off a round right next to his ear.
>>25111532Seconding this. The person(s) responsible for this gruesome message obviously know a thing or two about golden weapon users... but don't exactly know how they would operate, if Pinky's to be any judge of this.
>>25111534Why do you think I prefaced it with shitty
>>25111541Do thisPinky must learn of the glory
>>25111534>we have to go wiiiiider.jpg
>>25111403[x] Feel so, so relieved it's not Mami.[x] Feel terrible you feel glad someone else died.
>sigh in relief>grab courier, bring him in>prepare send head to forensics>mop floor up a little to get rid of all the blood>wash skirt>unstop time and start counterkeikakuing against this new foe
>>25111514This is awesome. >>25111570This is awesomer.
>>25111393>>25111403[x] Glare at Pinky"Stop acting like you don`t care. Stop acting like this doesn`t concern you.No matter who this was, she was still a Magical Girl. She wasn`t supposed to end like that. Someone did this to her just to give me a warning. I am relieved yet I am disgusted that I am looking at this girl and feel relief.Do you know who she was or who did it? "
>>25111570why is Asuka wearing a commissar's cap?
>>25111639are you stupid or just trolling
>>25111639Because she is Commissar Sexy?
>>25111654Looks good, anon.
>>25111431>>25111460There was someone else`s head in the box. Could we please not act like sociopaths just because its not Mami? Especially if we want Chiaki to grow as a person.
>>25111622>she was still a Magical Girl.We don't actually know this.We only know it was done by someone who's gone full [x] THE FLESH OF FALLEN ANGELS.
>>25111514This is great! Also makes me just a little bit more willing to agree with the people who want to cut Chiaki's hair again.
>>25111676We can feel bad later. At the moment, we're too happy it's not one of ours, even if it is someone.
>>25111403>>25111622I like this option
>>25111676Oh, we're still hunting down whoever sent us that head as well as finding out the unfortunate soul who was posed as Mami. We're just immensely relieved because it's not the blonde Goddess.
>>25111654>them PTSD eyesyes
>>25111570That's more like it
>>25111676We're still concerned with the girl that died, and we're still going to hunt her killer down, and we're still going to see that her family (if any) gets taken care of.We're just relieved that it wasn't Mami, and while that relief still sickens us, we aren't going to let it stop us from doing our job.
Mami is to be put under the strictest of surveillance for an indefinite period, starting YESTERDAY.A squad of Vindicare is to overwatch her vicinity at all times.An Eversor is to be at her either side.A shapeshifted Callidus is to be her ever-present pet.The Last Culexus is to be unleashed at the slightest hint of trouble.The rumored Vanus are to dig into this.
>>25111676Character as established is so jaded that a head in a box that isn't Mami isn't really going to phase her.This is the same character that responded to the Kilgore incident with less utter disgust and rage and more bitter contempt, like it was just another fucking day at the office.
>>25111654You get an A+ for this piece. Dat expression..
>>25111677Well, she was still an innocent girl.Which is still a good motivation for unleashing bloody retribution on whoever did it.
>>25111570its okayits fixed nowstill kind of fatface but gimp cant fix everything
>>25111759>This is the same characterActually this is a patchwork of that character and the leftovers of different homus.
>>25111786We need to go wider. WIDER.
>>25111786When I first did thread art a long time ago, someone also complained about my thin face as well, and I also fattened it up with the stretch tool in the exact same way, although I forget if I got lazier and didn't actually post it or not. Anyway, long story short, you are cool.
Alright, pausing for now again! Next thread tomorrow!Sorry for the delays, everyone, was running errands in between posts, but I wanted to get today's thread done at least!Thank you for your participation, feedback is always appreciated!Writeups again, and questions answered after that!
>>25111849im not coolits just 2am here and i wanted to make a filename joke
>>25111759In cases like the latter, it was more about random people dying in the crossfire, or to fufill some dark agenda that didn't have as much to do with us. In this case, it's more of a thing to think about because someone literally murdered a girl solely to play a sick joke on us, so this feels less detached from us.
“Maybe you should leave this to me, Nakajima-san.”“Nahhh, I’ve got this. You can take the rest of the day off, Miss Culexus.”This was supposed to be my last day in the Silent Room, but it’d turned into…probably the like, third-most-horrifying thing I’d ever experienced. Shit, I’d put up with just living here for the rest of my life if it meant not having Nakajima and Queen Shit Culexus hovering over me for the better part of a day. It reminded me of the hospital even more than the Room already did, and…man.“You’re undercompensating. I know you think her ability’s cool or something, but the whole point of this is to make sure she can function normally outside the room.” It was pretty hard to tell if Mal was getting pissed off because of her voice thinger, but I’d probably guess yeah. Nakajima had that effect on people, it seemed like. “No, you’re overtuning it. Look, maybe in Japan it’s fine to be wishy-washy about stuff like this, but here? Here I get shot at walking to work in the morning. We don’t half-ass things here.” Nakajima was definitely getting pissed. Her big, dumb smile was getting wide, and real forced. It looked like her face was gonna crack any second now.(1/6)
>>25111904“I don’t think it counts if you get shot at for being a pest.” They’d pretty much been at this since I got up this morning. See, the Ninth heard about our problem. Our, uh, me problem, with not being able to live outside a Silent Room without a lot of fucking collateral damage, and they sent Mal over to assess the situation a couple months ago.“Hey, this is a vox unit, right? Nnnneat. Can I take it out?” Mal just sighed. She’d been sent here this time with a Culexus suit for me from the Ninth. Some crazy antimagic bullshit. She told me it would let me focus my…thing. My rust thing. It meant sitting around all goddamn day while they calibrated the suit around me, though. It was like being awake during surgery. Not a new feeling? But it was still a pretty shitty one, especially when we’d step out and test shit out outside the room. Every time it’d been ‘completely numb’ or ‘prickly all over and starting to smell blood pretty fucking fast’. Depending on, I guess, whether it was overtuned or they were undercompensating or whatever.“It’s not. I modified this suit a little, since Sabpyon’s not a Culexus. Doesn’t need to take the same precautions.” Aw. I wanted a sweet robot voice. “Hey, Sabpyon. Are you still with us? Think we’re ready for another test.”---(2/6)
>>25111871D:Thanks for running Decu!
>>25111871Thanks for the suffering, Decu!
>>25111909The look of relief on Nakajima’s face was pretty clear when we got out of the Silent Room. I made a note to treat her to Freckle Bitch’s or something, because man, nobody else would spend more than five fucking minutes in there. She out and out clapped when I told ‘em how I was doing – no prickles, no pain, no bleeding into my suit. I could still feel everything, though it was still kinda numb.“Good. Glad we found a middle-ground. We aren’t quite done yet, though.” I followed her gaze to the pile of shit we’d been using to test. A couple of plywood boards, an old, shitty one and a newer one, freshly cut. A cutout from a chain-link fence. A stop sign I was pretty sure was supposed to be on a street a couple blocks from here, with a hunk of concrete still stuck on the bottom. …Slumped over on the floor was a girl’s body, too. Hospital gown. Bag over her head. I was pretty sure she was breathing, but the other two didn’t seem to have a problem with it. I was…I was kinda hoping I wouldn’t have to test on her. I already knew what rust did to a dude. And it was never pretty.Mal tossed me the shitty board first, and I caught it. …Nothing. Seemed like I could at least hold stuff normally.(3/6)
>>25111917Uh…how do I do the thing with the suit on…Well, not like this was the first time I’d tried focusing on something…After a second or so, it started to turn black as it got softer in my hand. I could still do it, it just…took a little trying. Which I was kinda grateful for. ...Destroying shit was never supposed to be so easy. I asked Mal if that was good enough, but she shook her head and told me to keep going. Only took a minute, probably not even that, before the board was pretty much just soft, black, and crumbly in a sorta heap on the floor.She didn’t waste any time in throwing me the next board. It took a couple of seconds more, but not much. Rust pretty much doesn’t give a shit. Rot, I guess. Entropy maybe? Dunno what entropy is exactly but it got thrown around a fucking lot whenever I talked to the boss. The fence went down even easier. Metal was kind of a specialty, I guess. Even now I barely had to think to fuck the thing up, and just touching the stop sign and kinda…pushing that feeling toward it made the whole thing dissolve away in almost no time, with the concrete under it cracking and crumbling into dust.That…that was good, right? …Mal just shook her head, and Nakajima covered her mouth with one of her sleeves, glancing away. It didn’t seem like either of them was going to drag the other one over to me or anything, so I…made my way over to her. My legs felt like lead. Man, this was probably just some girl. A POW, or somebody Nakajima grabbed off the street. I didn’t know her all that well, but I heard she did some real twisted shit.I crouched down next to the...yeah. She was breathing. The unconscious girl and just stared for a second. I reached down to touch her, and…(4/6)
>>25111924“How it do, bitches?” A deep voice boomed from behind me, and I just about pissed myself. Fell back on my ass and everything, and turned to glare at the source. …Well, it was the boss, I knew that on some level, but shit. He had a way of sneaking up on you, even now that he’d, uh…gotten some kinda little…cart thing? Looked like one of those robot vacuum deals, but painted gold and studded with enough diamonds to pay all three of us for a year. And I knew Mal’s salary, at least, had to be pretty fucking high. It was one of those little things about Eightball that made him look like a huge asshole, not that I’d say it to his face. He’d been pretty cool with me, and he bailed my ass out hard in the first place, so…“Things should be in order after oooone more test, boss. Then you can get your torture room back! So how’s your ride treatin’ you?” Kinda seemed like she was stalling. Or trying to distract him, maybe.“Ballin’, baby, we ballin’. So why the fuck y’all got some bitch sittin’ out here? You gon’ kill her? I tole you ‘bout that shit, Nakajima. You go crazy again-““Relaaax. That’s one of mine. She barely even counts as a person right now.” I looked to Mal while the other two talked, but…well, she was kinda unreadable. Looked a little impatient, I guess. …Guess after a while, killing somebody just loses meaning for magical girls, huh. Not like I hadn’t, but…“C’mon, Sab. Do your thing. We’d have to go and show the bossman later anyway, so just think of this as good timing.” …Yeah, it probably was, I guess.(5/6)
>>25111871But I have to know what happens next!I HAVE TO KNOW.
>>25111937I took a deep breath and grabbed onto the girl’s wrist. Even though she talked big, Nakajima squeezed her eyes shut and looked away as the girl’s skin started to puff up, then turn a kind of sick green, spreading all the way up her arm and all over her body. …It was turning black just a second later, and I could feel her wrist turning into mush under me.She stirred a little. Whimpered. Started to shake as her body fucking liquefied in my hand. She was alive for…way too long. Felt it for way too long. She must have been a magical girl... …It was never pretty. Never.“Good work, bitches. Very good work. Tell my bro we’ll work out the gritty shit later, Malal-baby.” He gave a nod to Malal before fixing his ridiculous-ass sunglasses on me instead. “Yo’ shit’s already in ya new room. Welcome back to th’rest of the fuckin’ world, Blackburn. You gon’ be workin’ in a special Eversor squad with Nakajima, so you bess get along. Eightball gon’ send a bitch check on you later, make sure you settlin’ in.”He rode off like nothing had happened. Like he usually did, I guess. Called Nakajima after him as an afterthought a couple of seconds later, something about hydraulics, and she gave me really vague, crappy directions to my new room and left me and Mal to find for ourselves.And clean up a squishy pile of dead girl.(6/6)
>>25111915You mean healing.
>>25111938Hey! Count your blessings that we got to:>Open the box>Confirm not Mami
>>25111871>that time again>my head is still spinning!http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/archive.html?tags=Magical%20Girl%20Noir%20Questarchive is up, please pardon my pun.hope you fine gentlemen won't lose your head tomorrow!
"So what d'you think?" Mona asked, a wide grin plastered on her face as she held one hand on the steering wheel. "Nice, right?""Oh yeah," her partner answered. "Yeah, its' a pretty good car."Megan Laurie and Mona Bernard sat side-by-side in the latter's brand new Porsche 911 Turbo. The car was sleek, fast and painted a stylish silver and Mona was loving every inch of it. The pair sped down the express-way, bickering the whole way as they returned from errands out of town."'Pretty good'?" Mona questioned, glowering at her partner."Yeah, pretty good," Meg answered, nodding her head. "I like it.""Come on, Meg," the taller of the two Eversors groaned. "A ham sandwich is 'pretty good'. This is like... Like the BLT of cars.""Alright, alright, don't get your panties in a twist," the other eversor yielded. "It's nice, but it's not PERFECT.""Oh, here we go.""Coulda gotten it in red. Or gold. That would be cool. Silver's kinda plain... And, and I don't mean to alarm you, but," Meg waved her hand at the centre console, "no cupholders. You got this square thing that's just the wrong size for anything, and that's it.""REALLY?!" Mona roared. "That's what your gonna nitpick? ""Just sayin'," the shorter girl shrugged, leaning back in her seat. "You'd think a hundred and fifty thousand dollars might be able to buy a couple of plastic rings. So yeah. Sexy car," Meg made a much stronger and more firm gesture at the console, "no cupholders.""I hate you so much," Mona mumbled.
The pair had been together practically since they were contracted. Inseparable to the last, the dynamic duo of Meg and Mona had never actually been assigned missions alone; it seemed as thought Fubey himself didn't want to break the set. The straight man of the pair, Mona Bernard, was a good head and a half taller than her partner. Her figure was proud and imposing, her dark chestnut hair always tied back tightly with a black satin ribbon. Even her costume seemed to fit the image - a feminine variation on men's white tie dress, the dress coat having distinctive long, sweeping tails that curled up at the ends. With her intricate swept-hilt rapier and buckler, she would make for an imposing opponent... had it not been for her partner's constant presence.Whereas her partner embodied elegance and majesty, Meg Laurie leaned more toward the brute force end of the spectrum. She was short and curvy with a mess of short, jet black hair that often fell in front of her eyes. Her weapon of choice was an enormous battle axe, stuck somewhere between a bardiche and a horseman’s axe. Riding her golden motorcycle, Gold-Mane, the sight of the axe wielding magical girl was a thing to behold."Hey Mona," the shorter of the two started, "think we'll ever make Valkyrie squad?""No," Mona answered flatly.Meg's mouth hung open in disappointment. "Whaaat? Why not?""I'll give you one good reason," the taller Eversor answered, turning the car into their exit. "You remember Eversor karaoke night?""My best idea yet!" the smaller girl beamed."Which is saying something," Mona said, utterly dead-pan, "considering three people died.""They got better!""That doesn't excuse it!""Everyone had fun and complimented it and said they'd love to do it again," Meg pouted.The taller girl groaned, "Yeah, because it was a bloodbath. Most Eversors love bloodbaths.""I don't!""Neither do I, that's why I said most, dingus."
>>25111948It's too much for me to handle.
The car sped through the bustling streets of Toronto, the pair of Eversors bickering all the way. It didn't take long before they rolled into a space in the Seventeenth's personal parking garage. Mona turned to her partner as she pulled the car into 'park' and glared."If you slide over the hood one more time, your ass is mine."Meg made an exaggerated cringe. "You're supposed to say 'no homo' after something like that."The taller girl simply shook her head as she popped her door open and circled around to the front of the car. From the trunk she pulled a small, unmarked package wrapped in brown parchment paper. Meg sauntered up shortly after, peering at the parcel."What do you think it is?" She asked, eyes shining with curiosity.Mona cocked an eyebrow. "What? You didn't hear?"The shorter of the two remained silent and shook her head, still mesmerized by the package."The girls in Hamilton had a couple casualties," Mona answered, rattling the box gently. "I guess the Foob decided to bring their gems back to home base instead of going out for them.""Maaan," Meg groaned, "out of twenty, we end up with the fat and lazy one."“Good thing if you ask me,” the other girl replied. “I've heard stories about the others. I'd take fat and lazy over being seen as livestock any day of the week.”Together, the two made way for the parking garage's elevator. The smaller Eversor took the package while the other punched in the code to reach the Seventeenth's HQ: Two, nine, six, eighteen, fifteen, nineteen, twenty. The doors slid shut as the lift began its descent - nine floors down by their count - and eventually ended in the rainbow hall."Eversors Mona Bernard and Megan Laurie," announced Mona as she stepped to the centre of the room, her partner nervously following suit. "Delivering a special package for Mister Fubey. Clearance level red."After a few moments the elevator to their left and closest to the entrance hissed open.
"Cause no trouble," Holly announced, putting on a faux-Russian accent.The two Eversors stepped into the lift and pressed the first of three red buttons along the top row. The elevator lurched and began moving, seemingly in every direction at once. One minute and thirty-nine seconds later, the doors opened to reveal a short, barren white hallway with a single polished wooden door on the opposite end marked with a large, golden seventeen. The pair couldn't help but notice that the carpeted floor of the hallway was extraordinarily clean - almost as if it were vacuumed daily.The corpulent incubator sat primly atop his desk, staring down the pair as they entered."Timely and efficient. Excellent work, the both of you." The incubator carefully lifted the package with his moustache just as the black-haired Eversor set it down beside him. "I shall set to work on these shortly.""Any time, boss," Mona replied.The chubby incubator's office was sparsely decorated; the only furnishings of note were his wooden desk, the numerous monitors lining the far wall, several chairs against the left wall, and what appeared to be an incubator-sized spiral staircase leading from the ground to the top of the desk. Fubey set the package back down on his desk and turned back to the two Eversors."In recognition of your recent efforts, I would like to offer the both of you a far more important assignment." He gestured at the screens behind him with his moustache-paw as images and text appeared. Mona shifted uncomfortably as she looked up at the pictures. "Mister Marcus Finn, a close friend of one of our chief benefactors, was found murdered yesterday. Said benefactor requests that we look into the death of Mister Finn privately on his behalf. I trust you will accept?"The pair looked at each other nervously for a few moments, then nodded in unison.
"Excellent." The incubator clasped his moustache-paws together, then gestured to one monitor in particular, which displayed a short portfolio on Finn. "It seems Mister Finn's heart was pierced, leaving a hole approximately one inch in diameter through his chest. We suspect that the killing is related to organized crime, but we can not be entirely certain." The monitor flashed, then showed a file on a second man. "This is Mister Vincent Rossi, a trusted associate of Finn. Our benefactor suspects that Mister Rossi would have information regarding the murder. You are permitted to use whatever methods you wish to retrieve this information.""So it's like a murder mystery?" Meg asked, her eyes glistening with excitement.Fubey blinked. "Something of the sort, I suppose. Though, I would appreciate you taking this a bit more seriously." The incubator nodded before settling down on his desk, his moustache limply flowing over the edge. "Miss Corbin will forward everything you need shortly. You are dismissed, but if possible I would like to speak with Miss Bernard in private."Mona gave the incubator a stern nod before turning to her partner. "I'll only be a bit. Just, uh, go wait by the car or something.""Ah, o-okay," Meg answered hesitantly. "I'll, um, just leave you two alone then."The tall Eversor and the incubator kept their eyes on the shorter girl until they finally heard the click of the door shutting. The monitors slowly each went black as a cascading darkness filled the room. After a moment of total blackness, several automatic pot lights went on around the edge of the ceiling. It was only then that the incubator began speaking again."I would like to begin by offering my condolences to your father," Fubey began. "It is always trying to lose a close friend."Mona nodded quietly. "I only met Uncle Marcus once or twice, but he seemed like an okay guy. I'll pass on the message."
She'd had an inkling of who the 'chief benefactor' had been and it seemed that the enormous incubator felt little subtlety was needed in the matter. It was no secret amongst the Officio's girls that the Bernard family was one of the largest investors in the organization and Mona found precious few people willing to overlook that fact. Meg Laurie was one of them. She never prodded too hard or questioned Mona's status as 'the rich girl'. It was one of the very, very few things she knew to keep quiet about."Now, as for the other reason I kept you," Fubey paused for a moment, seemingly to collect his thoughts. "It is just about promotion season, as you are no doubt aware. In the next few weeks, there will be an opening in our most prestigious squad. You have time and again proven yourself an able combatant, which is why I would like to extend the opportunity to you personally.""You're," the Eversor gulped, trying to process what she was hearing, "you're asking if I want to become a Valkyrie?""Of course, this would entail ending your partnership with Miss Laurie." The incubator tilted his head in a sort of semi-shrug. "I understand that you would probably like time to think about the offer. You may have two weeks, after which I will pass it on to another.""I- I understand, sir," Mona stuttered, nodding. "I'll, uh, I'll think about it. And thanks."Fubey gestured toward the door with his head. "I appreciate your consideration, Miss Bernard. You are dismissed."***
The two Eversors sat in Mona's car, parked across the street from a dingy pub with the name "Harrison's" emblazoned on a bold, sweeping sign out front. The taller of the two watched silently, her gaze centred on the stairway leading down to the entrance. The other girl sat to her left, noisily turning the pages of one of her favourite comics."Y'know," Meg started, "I gotta say. Stake-outs are a lot more boring than I imagined."Mona nodded and grunted in agreement, not entirely paying attention."We just kind of sit here and wait," the shorter magical girl continued. "In the movies they just skip to the end. Or show some playful banter. We kinda blew our load early on the banter thing, huh?""Mm," Mona mm'd."Lucky for us, though, eh?" Meg said, flipping a page. "Guy frequents one of our bars. Whoda thunk?""Just be quiet and read your comics please," the other girl groaned. "The hell is that anyway?""Miracle Melanie and Murder Marjorie," Meg answered, turning another page. "Rumour is that it's written by a magical girl. Not all that realistic, though. It's like, EVERYONE is a lesbian.""Well... to be fair...""And, like, how does Melanie put up with Marjorie?" The shorter girl continued as she read. "She's a huge cunt and practically rapes her every chapter!""Then why are you reading it if you don't like it?" Mona asked, furrowing her brow."Oh no, no. I like it," Meg replied. "It's just so crazy. It's not meant to be taken seriously, duh. It's like a parody of being a magical girl. People like this couldn't REALLY exist. The original Japanese version is way bett-""Whatever, shut up," the other Eversor hushed, tapping her shoulder. "I think we've got our guy."
Mona pointed to a man just leaving the pub, ascending the staircase. The pair of magical girls rushed to exit the car, then took up a brisk pace as they began tailing him. After a block, they began to notice less and less cars passing by. Mona gave her partner a nod and the pair halted a mere meter from the man."Mister Rossi, was it?" The taller Eversor called out. As soon as the girl had called, the man spun about and with a cry of "Oh hell no!" took off down an alley. The two Eversors nodded at one another as their clothing shifted to their costumes. Mona took off down the alley, rapier in hand, while Meg mounted her golden motorcycle – which had suddenly appeared at her side - and continued down the street.The man threw down garbage cans and scattered trash as he ran in a vain attempt to slow down the chasing Eversor. The girl leapt over and dodged each obstacle with an agility one would expect from such a thin and lithe form. Still, it seemed as though every time she was about to catch up to him, the alley turned again. The chase continued for at least several minutes before she heard the familiar roaring of engines in the distance.Finally, the man turned into another alley. A long, straight path leading back to another street. Mona stopped in her tracks just as a bright light appeared at the far end. The man stopped as the light grew accompanied by a loud metallic thrumming. Meg whooped and hollered as the she closed in, sandwiching Mr. Rossi between herself and the pedestrian Eversor. Finally, she pulled the bike to the side, screeching to a halt mere inches from the terrified man.With the two girls closing on him from either side, brandishing their weapons menacingly, Rossi could do nothing more than press his back against a wall and pray.
Decu where have you found all the time for the recent surge of updatesAlso I'm looking foward to meeting TOTALLY SWEET ALABAMA LIQUID SNAKE
>>25111871This thread was fucking excellent even compared to your nomal standard. I went from dieing of moe with Kumatora and the milkshake to pure dread with the box.
"Oh no," he wailed, "no, no, no NO. You're Helk's goons, aren't you? Oh fuck... Oh fuck, oh FUCK! I swear I didn't say nothin' to no one!"The pair of magical girls looked at each other and shared a look of confusion. Mona stepped forward and pressed her rapier to the man's stomach."We're whose goons?""You're," Rossi blinked and gulped, "you're not with Helk? Then who the fuck are you?!""Security Firm Seventeen," Mona replied, throwing a business card at him. "We just wanted to ask you some questions. Let's start with 'Why did you run?' and 'Who's Helk?', shall we?""I- I ran because I was gettin' pulled over by a couple of scary lookin' bitches, that's why!" He shouted.Mona looked back at her partner, who then shrugged."In what fucked up world are WE scary looking?" She asked. "Now tell us who Helk is before I need to making more of a point." She punctuated her statement by jabbing the rapier into his stomach just enough to break the skin."H-Helk? Did I, uh, did- did I say Helk?" Rossi stammered. "I meant, uh, 'help'! That's right! HELP! SOMEONE! HELP ME!"His pleas were answered by one of Mona's fists sailing into the left side of his jaw, sending him to the ground."We were told you would know something about the death of Marcus Finn. That right?" Mona asked, crouching down and jabbing her sword to his throat."Finn? I don't know him!""Oh for fuck's sake!" The taller girl groaned, stabbing her rapier into the man's hand eliciting a loud scream. "TELL US WHAT YOU KNOW.""Whoa, whoa, whoa, Mona!" Meg shouted. "Calm down! Just take it down a notch!""You aren't the one who had to chase this schmuck down and get covered in shit! This guy talks now or he gets to write down and cry about losing his tongue!""Whoa! Hey! We can talk this out!" The shorter Eversor cautioned.
Mona flicked her spear at her partner. "Back off! I got covered in filth that's probably coated in a nice layer of hobo piss trying to catch this fucker! Now shut up or I'll stick you next!"Meanwhile, Rossi simply sat and watched the arguement silently, scared out of his wits."You think we're gonna get anything out of him if you spill his guts?!""I don't know, but I'll sure feel a hell of a lot better about all this!""You're gonna spill his intestines all over the alley just cause you got a little dirty?""You trying to say something, Laurie?!""You're gonna be getting bits of Rossi out of your clothes for weeks if you don't calm down!""You know what," Mona said, making a particularly sharp turn back toward the cowering man, "screw this I-""I'LL TALK!" Rossi shouted, holding his hands up in surrender. "I'll give you whatever you want! Names, places, whatever! Just don't hurt me!"Mona blinked, the anger quickly draining from her face. "You'd- you'd do that? For us?""I'll tell you everything! Just shut up!""Well gosh, Rossi," Meg said, taking a seat beside him and throwing a playful punch at his shoulder, "you're not such a bad guy after all!""Alright," the taller Eversor announced, pulling out her phone and setting it to record the conversation. "Now spill.""Helk. Charles Helk," Rossi started. "He owns a club downtown. Real popular, not my kind of place, called Club Mist. He also happens to be a small time arms dealer. Lets the higher-ups work out of his club for a cut of the profits. I happen to work for him. A-anyways, Finn, right?""Yeah," Mona replied. "He was murdered. We were asked to look into it. Any idea who it was?"Rossi nodded. "The Wolf."The Eversors blinked, then looked at each other."Da big bad woof?" Meg asked playfully.
"S-S-Something like that," the man replied. "About a week ago, Helk calls a meeting. So a bunch of us come in and he's sitting at his desk, same as usual. 'cept there's this girl with him. Real fuckin' scary bitch wearing this outfit that looks like straight-jacket. She's standing there beside him, not sayin' a fuckin' word. Just smiling. Not like one of them psycho smiles, but like, she KNOWS we're fucked. All smug and shit.""Oh no..." Mona groaned."Oh yeah," Rossi answered. "One of yours, I'm guessing?""Might be," Mona nudged him with her rapier. "Keep going.""Right," he gulped. "So crazy bitch has this big ass golden chain in her hands with two huge fuck-off hooks on either end. I don't even gotta say that we were freaked the fuck out. So this guy, Dmitri. Big fuckin' Ukie or somethin'. Real swell guy. The kind of fella that makes you wonder how he got roped up in this stuff. He starts freaking out, thinks she's like some slave or something. Says human trafficking is something he just won't do. So he tries to get the fuck out. BAM!"Rossi slapped his one good hand on his leg, making Meg yelp. Mona still stared, unflinching."She hooks him. We barely even saw her move," the man explained, shaking his head. "Got him right through the throat. She starts yapping about how he made a bad decision and all that shit. That's when we knew he wasn't fuckin' around. Helk said she'd be sticking around, keeping people in line. Said he was in charge now. Never said her name either, just called her his 'Wolf'."The taller Eversor narrowed her eyes. "Anything else?"
Mami is probably still alive! Celebration time.
Rossi gulped and nodded. "Y-yeah. We hadn't really noticed, but Helk has this big fuckin' rock on his neck with a golden chain. I ain't no faggot, but it was the most beautiful thing I ever seen. It was blue and twinkling and... fuck it was nice. Then he pulls out this box and opens it. Three more of those rocks. Said they were ten times more beautiful than diamonds and sold for a hundred times the price on the black market. Wouldn't tell us where he got 'em, but he said he found a buyer and that we were gonna be the richest motherfuckers in the city. Or at least, he was. That's... that's all I know. I swear."Mona reached for a choker hidden under her clothing. After a short burst of light, she held out a small silver rose with a swirling indigo gem in the centre. "Those gems look anything like this?"Rossi's eyes bulged and he took a quick gulp. "Y-yeah. That's the ones.""They're selling soulgems," Meg observed, her mouth hanging open."Those gems," Mona asked hesitantly, "what colours were they?""Uh, lemme think," Rossi mumbled. "One was a really pale orange. Almost white. One was green, with a bit of black in the middle. The other was nearly all black with a little blue around the edges."The two Eversors looked at each other, sharing looks of shock and concern. The two stood up and leaned into each other. "We need to tell the warmaster," Meg stated bluntly.
Entire officio including Kyubey are going to lose their shit if they know Mami is in so much danger.
>>25112088We finally have a good reason to bring this up with Kyubey other than "The demon from my hallucinations told me."
>>25111943Wow poor SabpyonThat is a pretty shitty power to get stuck with
>>25112066>>25112101>>25112105When we get back, Mami's already going to have vanished. Calling it now.
>>25111943>Golden diamond studded roomba>with hydraulicsSo it seems Coobie is actually one of the more...professional incubators of this world
>>25112088>>25112101>>25112105Gruesome as it is, we should keep the head as evidence and take it to him.
>>25111871Thanks for the Thread! Ebook will be updated on the weekend to include the thread!>>25109245>>25109325>>25109331>>25110291Separate Ebooks it is!
Updated the archive to include Prose Magica~
>>25112070It's heatin' up!
>>25112070The plot thickens. I am very interest.
>>25111871How close are you conspiring with those other writers?
>>25111871When can we expect longhair chikuwa?
>>25112041Hahaha! Hot blood and guts! And maybe lots of tea!>>25112044Ah, thank you! Sorry the updates were so slow!>>25112292Hahaha! I don't know if it's conspiring, but these guys are really brilliant. I just help them fit the details to the main story, and they just really surprise me with what they can do!
>>25112066Yes! Time to Celberate Dat Ass and Dem Mammies.
>>25112615Do you IRC
>>25112615So how confused/angry is Pinky that after timelines and ages of ignoring Mami, in this one we get hit with one little bout of amnesia and suddenly our previous Madosession turned into a Mamisession?
>>25112653Yes I do! I mainly hang out in the #swq channel, at Rizon.
>>25112717You fool! Now they'll come after you!
>>25112738>What will happen in there once people start joining.
>>25112615Is Malal really dead?
Do archival and wendy/sabpyon writefag consult decu before worldbuilding?if this girl has a golden weapon wouldn't we technically end up meeting her in the main quest?
>>25113251It came up in another thread that, yes, they do consult with decu and run everything by him first. If they have Golden Weapons, well, I guess we'll meet them eventually. Or they might end up like Yuu of the golden gauntlets and we'll meet someone else with their weapon instead.
>>25113251Unless she ends up getting ganked at the end of the writeup later on, I guess.