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You nod. You do have questions of your own for Yuma, and make them known clearly - something that your Kill-Team seems to approve of, with Kyoko and Sayaka trading knowing glances, Midori smiling, and Mami simply nodding to herself. Wendy is the only one who doesn't react - if anything, she seems to be busy trying not to make eye contact at all, her gaze firmly locked on a particularly uninterestingspot on the floor between her boots.

...Anyway. Your Culexus Rank Leader takes a moment to answer, and when she finally does, it's with a hesitation that you're not sure if it's simply an effect of her voice-mangling helmet vox, or something else entirely. Something that she'd probably want for you not to point out to the rest of your squad, either way.

"I realize that I may have to teleport more than five people out of the Akashic Realm, Warmaster, not counting Miss Rea in Tiny Pete." Yuma shakes her head. "I've asked the Incubator for help in this regard, and he's agreed to allocate some resources for me to manage the extra load." Another pause as she reaches up with a gloved hand to touch her throat. "I'm confident that it should be enough to get at least one more passenger on the return trip."

Just one more, huh. But what if she staggers the amount of passengers? Make two trips with less than five people each? Wouldn't that work?
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>>36303972

Yuma shakes her head. "It doesn't work that way, Warmaster. One by one or in a group, that's my capacity. Five is already pushing my limits, and six is impossible without assistance."

...Fine. You'll have to take what you can get.

Last question, then. Is she really up to--

"I apologize if I speak out of turn," Your Culexus barks now, cutting you off. "But I AM up to the task, Warmaster. I've been inactive long enough, and bed rest is something that all Culexus actively try not to waste too much time with." The gloved hand at her throat now forms a fist at her chestplate, in an archaic salute. "I am here to serve. I am here to do my duty."

Kyoko grins at you, optimism incarnate. "You heard the kid, Murderface. She'll be fine, no need to nag her about it."

You frown at the red-haired Eversor. You just wanted to be sure, that's all. The last thing you want is the Officio's last remaining Culexus crumbling to ash in her suit because you didn't give her a chance to take a fucking breather--

"Nah. Yuma-chan can take it. Kid's tough - probably tougher than you." Your best friend's grin widens as she gives her spear a lazy one-handed twirl, the angular blade gleaming as it catches the overhead lights. "In fact, every Culexus that went through Malal's Culexus training turned out to be legitimate hardasses, every single one - an' Yuma-chan's no exception. She just kinda gets difficult from time to time, but that's youth for ya."

You nod in agreement. Yeah, you can understand that. Youths.

"...I'm right here, you know," Yuma's somber, determined tone is briefly replaced with a plaintive one. "Warmaster, Miss Kyoko, I appreciate your concern, but--"

"Yeah, yeah. We know you can hack it. We get it."

"Murderface is just scared you'll teleport her into a dimension where there's no whisky or pancakes, that's all." Sayaka cuts in, and this diffuses the tension somewhat - the unexpected joke causing smiles and chuckles from all over.

[1/2]
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>>36303987

Only somewhat, though. It's still there, palpable, a stretched-taut sensation hanging in the air.

This is a dangerous operation, and not everyone might make it back alive.

"Alright, let's settle down, everyone." Mami claps both her hands, her voice of warm honey a clear and almost shocking contrast from the rough-edged voices that had filled the room earlier with growls, grumbling and cackling. "Can I have your attention for a moment? Good. Midori-san, please go ahead and distribute the teleportation beacons. Everyone, please take one."

At this apparent signal, it's here that Midori also walks forward, holding what looks like a metal tray full of bulky black wristwatches. You also note that Mami is already wearing one on her wrist, its face glowing a soft amber.

"These are the teleportation beacons we'll be using for today's operation. This is for a one-way trip back." She points to the glowing dial.

"To activate its functions, simply press down on the watch face for three full seconds. Three seconds, that's all. This'll give Yuma-san a signal for her to easily lock onto, and pull you back into reality with our teleporter. If you change your mind, simply press down once, and that should deactivate it. That's it!" Mami smiles. "Just make sure it has a snug, secure fit around your wrist, and we're golden!"

...Right. Three seconds. You take one of the bulky things from the tray, and cinch it around your wrist, the catch locking solidly into place. The watch dial immediately glowing a bright purple, before darkening into a rather disconcerting black.

"Is everyone ready, then?" The blonde Magical Girl calls again after a few minutes. "Please give your gear and supplies a last-minute check before we proceed. Opportunities for on-field resupply will be a bit of a forlorn hope in this operation at best. Succeed or fail, we'll only have one shot at this--"

[2/3]
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>>36304010

"COMING THROUGH! MISAKA IS COMING THROUGH!" The doors to Kyuubey's Office slides open, and all inside turn to look at a short, grease-blackened phantasm stride its way into the office proper - leaving behind a rather cheeky trail of dripping motor oil. "SPECIAL DELIVERY TO BIG SISTER MURDERFACE! CANNOT BE STOPPED!"

Wait. That's...Misaka? You blink as the filthy creature spots you, and it's with a squeal of joy that it immediately runs full-tilt at your direction. Managing to avoid tripping itself up on its own slippery feet. When it finally stops in front of you, it's here that you recognize your surrogate little sister underneath what looks like layers of dried oil, grease and engine lubricant.

How did she get so filthy...?

"Big Sister Murderface! Ran all the way here! Misaka is done!" The grime-encrusted russian beams up at you. "Tiny Pete is locked and loaded with Mystery Loadout! Teleporter Beacon is here!" She thrusts what feels like a thick metal coin, hastily wrapped in a ball of tissue paper, into your hands. "Misaka worked hard! Misaka worked really, really hard!" A pause. "W-well, maybe Ashford and Stupid Robot Girl helped a tiny bit again, but there!"

Ahh, so that's why. You shake your head, shoving the Beacon into your Inventory, noting that Misaka was considerate enough to make sure that the device got to you in a pristine state - even going so far as to ball it up in tissue. That's....well, that's youth for you.

"Graaaah, Misaka will get clean later! Go away!" Misaka hisses at Sayaka's reaching hands, one of them already clutching what appears to be a fistful of moistened baby wipes. She looks back up at you again, expectant, hopeful. "Did Misaka do a good job, Big Sister Murderface?"

Of course she did a good job, you tell her, patting her grimy hair for good measure, making the small russian blush with joy and pride.

[3/4]
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>>36304020

"Ahahaha! Misaka does her best!" Your surrogate little sister giggles, both hands clutching at her cheeks. "Only for Big Sister Murderface!"

...Well, looks like you're set, then. Muramasa sheathed at your hip, the Desert Eagle in your shoulder holster and Tiny Pete's teleportation beacon in your inventory. You can't be more prepared.

This thing going to happen, or what?

"As soon as everyone else is ready." Mami smiles. "Is everyone, then?" She calls out, and the rest of your Kill-Team responds in agreement. Your voice joining theirs in chorus.

"Well, then." The blonde nods at you, her smile widening the slightest bit. "This is your operation, Warmaster. Any final words before this operation finally begins?"

You feel the eyes of everyone in the room focus upon you as she says those words - just as the Shield on your arm starts to click. Slowly, faintly, barely loud enough to hear, but there.

How do you react?

[]Let's get this done, everyone. Be careful, and good hunting.
[]One way or another, we're coming back with our main objective. Everything else, you have my permission to kill.
[]Other. (Write-in)
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>>36304053
>[X]One way or another, we're coming back with our main objective. Everything else, you have my permission to kill.
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>>36304053
>[]One way or another, we're coming back with our main objective. Everything else, you have my permission to kill.
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>>36304053
>[]One way or another, we're coming back with our main objective. Everything else, you have my permission to kill.

Let the blood flow never stop!!
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>>36304053
[x]Other. (Write-in)
"It's not over till it's over. Don't let your guard down till we're all back here; make sure you come out of this alive, and that's an order."
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>>36304053
>[X]One way or another, we're coming back with our main objective. Everything else, you have my permission to kill.
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>>36304053
>[x]Let's get this done, everyone. Be careful, and good hunting.

Permission to kill is already the assumption.
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>[] if we're not back in 5, don't touch my kong
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>>36304053
>[x]One way or another, we're coming back with our main objective. Everything else, you have my permission to kill.

SENMETSU DA
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>>36304053
>[X]One way or another, we're coming back with our main objective. Everything else, you have my permission to kill.
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>>36304053
>[X]One way or another, we're coming back with our main objective. Everything else, you have my permission to kill.
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>>36304053
>[]Other. (Write-in)
I swear to whatever gods are listening, If you die, I'll kill you.
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>>36304053
>[x]One way or another, we're coming back with our main objective. Everything else, you have my permission to kill.
SCOURGE AND PURGE!
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>>36304053
>[x]Other. (Write-in)

"If I die, whoever's still alive gets my stuff."
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>>36304053
[X]Let's get this done, everyone. Be careful and good hunting.
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>>36304164
Does that imply "including Midori"?
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>>36304053
>[X]One way or another, we're coming back with our main objective. Everything else, you have my permission to kill.

I've got a baaaad feeling about this.
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>Mami smiles. "Just make sure it has a snug, secure fit around your wrist, and we're golden!"
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>>36304053
>[x]Let's get this done, everyone. Be careful, and good hunting.
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>>36304053
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>>36303972
>Akashic Realm
>>36303987
>>36304010
>>36304020
>>36304053
Good luck, everyone.
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>>36304281
mumi is totally trustworthy as long as she's speaking in red
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>>36304253
Trusting the Mumi is how megucas get killed.
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>>36304281
Stay safe alcoholism ghost
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Also posting this for anyone not on twitter.
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magical girls are gay, and people who watch magical girl shows are gayer from the back blast
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>>36304281
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>>36304331
Then how did Kharn get pregnant?
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>>36304342
genderbending
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>>36304281
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>>36304342
How is Meguka formed
How Meguka get pragnet
They need to do way in stain incubator
Who kill their Meguka
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>>36304281
thank mr skeltal
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>>36304342
I think if it's futa it counts as gay no matter what.
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>>36304281
Also, godspeed you magnificent Danster.
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>>36304349
Kharns witch-Gina just bit off one of soujis nuts and took it from there
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>>36304375
It's futa! Futa!
Fun for girls and boys!
It's futa! Futa!
It's not straight or gay it's both!
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>>36304281
WENDY COOLDOWN PLEASES 8BALL FOR MURDERFACE DOLLS
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Threadly reminder that the updated eBook can be found at http://pastebin.com/kbGzcbDb
link to the Fanart gallery: http://wiki.magicalgirlnoir.com/index.php/Fanart
link to the journal pastebin: http://pastebin.com/SZkxPycM

>>36304281
I wish I could post lewder and not get banned.
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>>36304053
>[]One way or another, we're coming back with our main objective. Everything else, you have my permission to kill.
Search and Destroy.
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>How Meguka get pragnet
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>>36304421
Nooo my secret shaaame
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>>36304010
>To activate its functions, simply press down on the watch face for three full seconds. Three seconds, that's all.
Remember: no teleporting out inside a timestop.
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>Mami says were golden
>Mami had golden hair
>Mami makes golden pancakes

Threadly reminder that Mami is the devil and not to trust her lies.
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>>36304437
who gets the preggers?
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>>36304470
>Mami is the devil
No, Anon, we are the devil.
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>>36304459
That would probably be a bad idea anyway. Pinkie might show up in the real world wherever we've teleported to.

>>36304470
no homura is the devil
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>>36304470
>Mami
>Anything but perfect
Eat shit, Anon. Fall off your horse.
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Do what you must, deculture has already won.
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>>36304479
PinkyxDevil when?
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>>36304490
>Mami
>not shit
I have a bridge I'd like to sell you anon.
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You guys are gonna get fucked over by Mami soooo hard.

Can't wait for the tears.
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>>36304503
We already got a kiss from pinkie.

We need to give her grief seed a lick.
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>>36304508
>You guys are gonna get fucked by Mami soooo hard.
FTFY
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>>36304508
Of course we will, but we'll take it with a smile.
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>>36304482
Homura isn't the devil because Homura did nothing wrong. Unlike Mami being queen shit of betrayal land.
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>>36304568
>literally raping a goddess into insanity
>not wrong
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>>36304081
>>36304098
>>36304132
>>36304145
>>36304148
>>36304149
>>36304157
>>36304195
>you have my permission to kill.

Gee I wonder if slaughtering 100 magical girls this time around is also part of some ritual that may make things go tits up just like the last time we slaughtered 100 of them.

Surely this will not empower Ahriman again like it did in the past, right?
Surely nothing can go wrong this time, right?
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>>36304575
There is nothing wrong with raping a goddess into insanity.

>>36304587
We have to give them the murderface experience or we'll turn into a watch-wearing dildo.

This time we'll kill Ahriman by going straight for the soul gem.
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>>36304620
>This time we'll kill Ahriman by going straight for the soul gem.
Great idea!
...Except her host is Oriko.
A civilian that has no Soul Gem.
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>>36304281
Have a cute blonde
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>>36304646
Since when is licking soulgem lethal ?
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>>36304646
I have faith in Chiaki's murder skills. If all else fails, we can teleport everyone else to safety and go all THE FLESH OF FALLEN ANGELS.
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>>36304646
She does presumably have a soul, though. A Meguca soul gem is merely a physical manifestation of a metaphysical trait.
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>>36304281
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>>36304669
It killed our relationship with Iori

>>36304673
>timestop
>summon Pinkie
>bribe her with Mami's pancakes to eat Ahriman's soul
>Pinkie forces a slobbery, bloody kiss with Kharn levels of tongue on us
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>>36304010
>Just make sure it has a snug, secure fit around your wrist, and we're golden
>and we're golden
>golden
>GOLDEN

OH FUCK
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>>36304670
You are the biggest idiot.
I really hope anon listens to you. The amount of fuck ups, deaths, and SHADOWRUNS that'll result will be hilarious. I cannot wait.
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>>36304700
Stop it, Midorable, I don't want to get turned on at work
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>>36304700
>It killed our relationship with Iori
Nah, our relationship with Iori was killed by telling her to keep her distance. Repeatedly.
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>>36304702
Eh, it's fine. We know we need to be first in and last out anyway.

We just need to ditch the watch at some point and slaughter our way out of a different Akashic point.
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>>36304700
Can hardly kill what is already dead.
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>>36304700
>It killed our relationship with Iori
To be fair we got a better conquest out of the deal, and we literally only lost Iori to a bunch of mad as hell anti waifufags.
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>>36304720
>browsing 4chan at work
PROMOTIONS!
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>>36304281
Thank you, Warmaster!
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>>36304724
>slaughter out of the akashic point
>end up somewhere on the moon wondering for months until we accidently end up by the first officio
>nobody knows how the shit we ended up on the moon
>everythings gone to hell without us there to look after things.
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>>36304727
We need to get Iori a broadsword.
So she'll be a broad in a noir novel with a sword.
A broadsword
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>>36304761
i like you
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>>36304281
Here, have a blonde with golden gun.
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>>36304761
...Eh, 2/10. Take Attarou's seminar on puns and come back better than before.
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>>36304761
Forgot image of a cute idol
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as dangerous as this plan is, I can't help but feel it is exactly right.
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So when is Murderface gonna take the D?
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>>36304761
Okay I giggled.
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>>36304854
The only reason she'd pick one up would be to impregnate Midori , Wendy and Pinky with it...
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>>36304882
>implying Pinky wouldn't impregnate us
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>>36304882
I bet pinky could make a mother out of us.
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>>36304882
>That spoiler.

I approve of this post.
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>>36304854
In the MGNQ Doujinshi special.

>>36304882
Actually, all that's needed is Incubator science to impregnate them.
...or a potion of dickgirl, but we'd have to go to the 13th for that.
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>>36304882
Don't forget the rest of the Officio
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>>36304900
>>36304898
Next time stop demand Pinky give is a child and then force her to make an honest woman out of us. 9 months later we brith the child that will end the world. it's Mami and we send her to the past
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>>36304924
I bet that's what Kharn used when she put Souji in his place.
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>>36304928
We're not Kharn. Impregnating an insane witch-god is one thing, but we're not going to sleep with the entire Officio and laminate their panties.
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>>36304928
>residue from the Akashik Realm overdrives The Hat
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>>36304960
Who said anything about laminating them? We will build a fort in our office.
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>>36304932
For such assets, she would impregnate Midori, not us.
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>>36304932
>[sopiler]send her to the past[/soiler]
And undo the future that is Homu!
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>>36304960
>implying we wouldn't take Pinky's monster dong
>implying we wouldn't carry those children's
>implying we wouldn't raise our little family in the post-apocalyptic waste of earth
>implying we wouldn't take half the akashic realm in the enviro table divorce
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Still like this picture.
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RIGHT! Cut this out before this thread gets moved over to /d/!
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>>36304976
FOOOOOLLLISH SAMURAI ME-GU-KAAaaa.
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>>36304976
But the Homu refused to change.
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>>36305019
You cannot undo HoMu. HoMu is eternal. I'll be back Samuraiiiii. You'll seeee
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>>36305015
Lookit this scrub, not being down with the Pinky D.
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>>36304944
This begs a question... Have Kharn and Fran ever formally met as Warmaster and Chief Director ?
Because, you know, Fran sorta happens to be a blonde.
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>>36305015
This is not a forum you stupid fuck
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>>36304976
The homunator?

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Y8DekFFCE5c
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>>36305015
Relax, it's just iddle rambling. It's not something Decu would actually follow through with... right?

RIGHT?
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>>36305113
Oh Homura! My soul gem is moving on its own!
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>>36305113
Ahahah !
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>>36305096
That... is a disturbingly good crossover.
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>>36305113
Nah he has something worse planned.
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>>36305200
>crossover
>good

Please.
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>>36305266
>complaining about crossovers in a crossover quest
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Due to Homurator drinking a strange potion of gender swap the show now becomes a crossdressing crossover with star crossed lovers crossing the universe
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>>36305113
The 13th's dickgirl formula is canon. It's on his Ask.fm somewhere.
Incubator science babies is somewhere on Wendy's.
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>>36305266
do you know where you are
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>>36305290
>>36305317
I stand by my statement.
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>>36305317
Rarely has this response been used more apropriately than right here right now.
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>>36305304
>tfw you will never be the scabbard to Sayaka's sword and take her to the hilt while Kyoko's spear shaft explores your rear soul gem.
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>>36305348
>tfw
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Is Decu kill?
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>>36305348

Swallowing the Murasama seems like a bad idea, anon. Also, why would you stab ourselves with Kyouko's spear? Wouldn't that kill you?
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>>36305400
But Sayaka's sword is Blueberry cheesecake, and she's been know to finish rather explosively inside people with it.
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>>36304310
A time-traveling non-human travels back in time to protect a kid from making a terrible mistake and getting killed by another non-human.

Sounds familiar?
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>>36305390
Why is Kyoubro so best?
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We were discussing penises.
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>>36305487
Because Mumi merlin'd her a dick.
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>>36305531
But that's Homu, Anon
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>>36304076 >>36304081 >>36304098

You look at the faces of each member of your Kill-Team, one by one. "One way or another, we're coming back with our main objective." You say clearly, loudly, your voice echoing in the brief silence of the cavernous Incubator's Office.

Your gaze briefly stopping at Midori, who flashes you a smile and a thumbs-up. You nod at her, and turn back to Mami, meeting her warm amber eyes with your own.

"Everything else, you have my permission to kill."

"Well said!" Your blonde goddess of victory smiles, clapping briefly, before turning to your Incubator and the Culexus standing beside him. "Then, Kyuubey-san, Yuma-san?"

Kyuubey nods and taps something on his desk's keyboard, just as Yuma herself touches a gloved hand to the side of her helmet. The lines of her hardsuit glowing blue, then orange, before finally settling on a bright, pulsating red.

"Connected to the Teleporter's Animus Machinae," The Culexus murmurs, her helmet's vox-speakers broadcasting her words in an irritated-sounding growl. "Coordinates set. All systems green and charging for teleportation." A harsh burst of static, followed by a series of frantic-sounding clicks, and Yuma's voice comes back. "Twenty seconds to teleportation flare. Nineteen. Eighteen. Seventeen--"

The room lights flicker once, twice, before dying a slow, programmed death into darkness - a darkness that is then quickly vanquished by circles of light etching themselves on the floor, bearing names and ranks, one for each member of your Kill-Team.

And just like how they declared each of your Kill-Team's ranks and monikers, they also revealed brief, candid glimpses of their personalities as they braced themselves for the trauma of teleportation.

[1/2]
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>>36305557

Mami standing stock still, eyes closed and beret clutched to her chest, as if to pay her respects.

Sayaka and Kyoko standing together, hand in hand, fingers interlaced in a rare moment of intimacy, while their free hands curled around their weapons with the same fervent grip that they held on to each other.

Wendy standing beside Mami, testing the edge of her knife against her thumb, before shoving it back into its sheath strapped to her hip. Only to pull it back out and repeat the entire process a moment later.

And then there's you. Standing alone, the circle underneath your feet declaring you to be Warmaster of the Ninth Officio, with your adopted name written in bold, stark lettering. Not Murderface, but--

"Chiaki!"

You look up, and see Midori running towards you. You have enough time to blink before your Callidus catches you in another hug. One brief, desperate one that has you gasping. She whispers something into your ear, fervent, almost like a prayer. Or a blessing. Perhaps even something as simple as an appeal.

Or maybe all three, all at once. You're not sure.

"Please be safe, Chiaki. I love you."

"FIVE!" Yuma is roaring from her vox now, over a deafening hum of machinery that had suddenly come out of nowhere, juxtaposed with the whine of something dangerously massive cycling up to release its accumulated charge. "MISS MIDORI, GET CLEAR! THREE! TWO--!"

One moment before that final count - a split second before you're sent screaming into the hell behind reality - and it's here that Midori finally pulls away from you.

Her tearful face is the last thing you see before the world disappears in a million shades of black.

And the last thing you hear just before the world falls away underneath you is your own screaming.

. . .

. .

.

[2/3]
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>>36305335
And you have every right too.

Which is why you'll hate what I'm working on.
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>>36305599

Wait. Something's...wrong.

Teleportation's supposed to be instantenous.

It shouldn't be a matter of perception, either. This should have been quick - traumatic, maybe, but it was supposed to be quick.

Something's wrong! Something's fucked with the teleportation!

Still blind, still trapped in the darkness, you grope around for the beacon strapped to your wrist. Panic making your movements sluggish, fear making them clumsy.

Fuck if you're going to end up trapped here forever! Not like this, it can't end like this--

"...So they did find you." A strangely-familiar voice echoes in the choking, clasping darkness around you. "Surprising, then, to find out that they're actually useful for something."

What? Who's that? Who found you? Where--

You blink, and the very act of it banishes the darkness around you in one single instant. Revealing a blindingly-bright plain, empty and devoid of all life, as far as the eye can see. The jarring lack of anything to stand on also jarringly replaced by what feels like cold, slick marble under the soles of your heels.

...Jesus Christ, where the fuck did Yuma land you?

"Don't blame the poor thing. She hasn't much longer." The familiar voice rings again, this time from behind you - and you whirl around, automatically pulling your Golden Desert Eagle free from your shoulder holster. The gleaming, polished firearm all but singing as you slice it across the air to draw a bead on whoever had the fucking audacity to sneak up on you, and then revealed their presence with a soft-spoken sentence.

[3/4]
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And you blink again as you realize that you're aiming your gun at yourself.

A paler, sluttier version of yourself.

With black wings, a black feathery dress, and a crimson ribbon tied to her hair.

"Have a care, you insignificant worm." She says softly in your own voice, raising your own gloved hand and pointing at the gun leveled at your own face. "Point that disgusting thing somewhere else."

How do you react?

[]...Who the fuck are you?
[]WHO THE FUCK ARE YOU?
[]Calmly ask for her name, and then fire a kill-shot before she can answer. You know who this bitch is, now you want to see how she reacts.
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>>36305641
>[]Calmly ask for her name, and then fire a kill-shot before she can answer. You know who this bitch is, now you want to see how she reacts.

There is no need to be upset.
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>>36305641
>[]Calmly ask for her name, and then fire a kill-shot before she can answer. You know who this bitch is, now you want to see how she reacts.
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>>36305641
>[]Calmly ask for her name, and then fire a kill-shot before she can answer. You know who this bitch is, now you want to see how she reacts.
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>>36305641
Why would we ask who she is?

We already know?

The three stooges told us that she is the "transcendent one"
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>>36305641
[x]The shooty one

Fuck the police yeahhhh
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>>36305599
>interlocked fingers
So lewd!
>>36305641
Happening!
>[X]Calmly ask for her name, and then fire a kill-shot before she can answer. You know who this bitch is, now you want to see how she reacts.
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[X]Calmly ask for her name, and then fire a kill-shot before she can answer. You know who this bitch is, now you want to see how she reacts.
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>>36305641
>[]Calmly ask for her name, and then fire a kill-shot before she can answer. You know who this bitch is, now you want to see how she reacts.
They can't say you didn't ask questions before you started shooting at least
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>>36305641
>[] it's you...
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>>36305641
>[X]Calmly ask for her name, and then fire a kill-shot before she can answer. You know who this bitch is, now you want to see how she reacts.

s-sorry homucifer
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>>36305641
[X]Use timestop to bring Pinky here.

She did not believe us about the TNO eh?
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>>36305641
>[X]Calmly ask for her name, and then fire a kill-shot before she can answer. You know who this bitch is, now you want to see how she reacts.
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>>36305641
>[x]...Who the fuck are you?
>[x]Who "found me"?
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>>36305641
>[]...Who the fuck are you?
Let's be careful there, we don"t know where this bullet is going to end and it would be a shame if we ended killing someone of our team
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>I am the shadow, the true self
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>>36305641
>[X]Calmly ask for her name, and then fire a kill-shot before she can answer. You know who this bitch is, now you want to see how she reacts.
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>>36305641
>[]...Who the fuck are you?
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>>36305709
Oh shit, you're right.

I change my vote >>36305688

No shooting. It's not like it's gonna kill her anyway.
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>>36305641
>[]...Who the fuck are you?
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>>36305649
Does anyone honestly think this is any different from pissing on a bear jacked up on rageroids?

It will just piss them off and we get smacked.

Best case scenario, she thinks its funny.
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>>36305709
Fucking this.
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>>36305641
[]...Who the fuck are you?
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>>36305760
>>36305739
>>36305709
These, you chucklefucks.
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>>36305760

We know how she is. Sometimes the right answer is not to question, but to act.
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>>36305641
[x] Other
"Transcendent One. Couldn't you have picked a better time? Or called like a normal person?"
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>>36305798
Seconding
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>>36305641
>[]...Who the fuck are you?
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>>36305760
Strictly speaking, we don't even know if she is real. There was some talk before about those going to AR seeing their own witches or somesuch.

This might not even be the real and true TNO.
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>>36305722

*Aria of the Soul intensifies*

[x]...Who the fuck are you?
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>>36305823
TNO? What does the N stand for?
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>>36305808
Act by bringing a slingshot to a tank fight?
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[x]Calmly ask for her name, and then fire a kill-shot before she can answer. You know who this bitch is, now you want to see how she reacts.
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>>36305798
What if this what Kharn's warning from Malal was about? What if Homucifer fucking with our perception is how Kyoko dies?

Besides, shooting her might ruin our chances of adding her to the harem end.
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>>36305641
>[]Calmly ask for her name, and then fire a kill-shot before she can answer. You know who this bitch is, now you want to see how she reacts.
"Homura Akemi, I presume"
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>>36305841
>What if this what Kharn's warning from Malal was about

I really doubt it.
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>>36305641
>[x]Calmly ask for her name, and then fire a kill-shot before she can answer. You know who this bitch is, now you want to see how she reacts.
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I guess we're first in, considering our kill team is nowhere in sight
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>>36305641
[x] Twist shield to time stop and show Pinky.
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>>36305833

God-weapon vs God-like being sounds fair. And the "act" is making a point.
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>>36305641
[]...Who the fuck are you?

Lets try to avoid sitting on a hornets nest.
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>>36305641

>>36305798
>>36305815
Whether these were supposed to be votes or just bitching at anon was really ambiguous.
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>>36305641
[x] ...who the fuck are you?
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>>36305864
Perhaps. Or the teleport split everyone up. Or we are not in AR at all.
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>>36305878

>>36305815
is me, and that's a vote
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>>36305878
I did the first one, I voted before that, I think the guy seconding might be voting but I don't know.
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>>36305864
If this is anything like what happened to Yuma, then no, we weren't first in.
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>>36305641
>"Diabolum cum occidere non potest pyrobolus." Holster the Deagle.

You cannot kill the Devil with a bomb.
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>>36305864
Remember what happened with Yuma on Walpurgisnacht? And time in the AR is known to be fucky.
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>>36305888
>>36305891
Thanks for clarifying!
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>>36305916
AR is the Warp, we might very well end up several years in the past
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>>36305928
or somewhere else entirely.
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>>36305649
>>36305652
>>36305654
>>36305657
>>36305659 5
>>36305672
>>36305681
>>36305688
>>36305694
>>36305731 10
>>36305835
>>36305845
>>36305857 13

13 for violence.

>>36305696
>>36305709
>>36305735
>>36305752
>>36305778 5
>>36305809
>>36305815
>>36305818
>>36305877 10

10 for diplomacy.

Violence wins over diplomacy. Just like in real life.
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>>36306031
Anon chooses "lass with wings, five rounds rapid".
>>36305976
>missing i-frame.gif
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>>36306031
Our opponent is a warped goddess mirror image of us. Just like in real life.
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>>36306031
Midorable changed his vote at >>36305739
and >>36305687 sounds like diplomacy to me.
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>>36306031
Actually >>36305688 changed his vote. So it's 12 - 11
Remenber another vote who ended with just one more voice for one side ?
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>>36306031
Success rate of violence on gods and godlike beings: 0/2
Success rate of diplomacy, Midori hugs, and feeding Mami's pancakes to an insane witch-god on our lap: 4/4
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>>36306095
Homucifer is us and would we really respect ourselves if we didn't shoot first?
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>>36306086
Yeah, I counted that vote as diplomacy, which left it at 12-12, then I went with the standard tiebreaker of 'the first vote after the voting period ends gets it'.

Because there are always votes after the voting period ends.
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>"Don't blame the poor thing. She hasn't much longer."
Dammit, leave Yuma alone, she did nothing wrong!
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>>36306161
Gunboat diplomacy, then. Pax Homurana.
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>>36306130
Murderface wouldn't. But we're Chiaki the watch-wearing dildo now, not a magical girl with nothing to lose.

>>36306163
What if Homucifer is an illusion and we're really shooting Yuma?
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>>36306161
Wait diplomacy won?
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You alllll-ways shoot...the onnnnnes you love
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>>36306234
I think by so, but by a single vote
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>>36306234
Sadly.

Or maybe luckily.
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>>36306254
Maybe we narrowly avoided another get fucked
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>Shooting her
Kek
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>>36306254
Its gonna go bad either way
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>>36306277
I think we just narrowly avoided not looking like a pussy in front of our evil terrorself, but optimism is good!
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>>36306292
But she already thinks we're a useless good-for-nothing. Why would an ineffectual act of violence change that opinion?
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>>36306308
That's what the dolls think. We know nothing about what She thinks.
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>>36306308
If the option is action or inaction, then even if it's only a .001% chance of achieving anything, you should take action!

That sounded pretty cool, right?
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Either way, I think we've got another questionably sane goddess after us.

>>36306348
We should have licked Homucifer's soul gem to really catch her off guard
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>>36306348
Totally cool
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Wendy trying so hard to look cool for anon and failing

It's pretty moe.
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>>36306410
W-what's that spoiler text say

it better be 'like a total badass' or something
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>>36305641

I was a Transcendent One before it was cool.
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>>36306410
Wendy is always moe.
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>>36305626
>>36305599
>>36305557
I've been waiting for this!
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>>36306348
>Diplomacy isn't taking action.

This is what murderhobos actually believe.
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>>36306456
>schlick schlick

Heretical! The pink ones salivate and go uwehihihihi, not something lewd!
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Remember, Chiaki fairs better with decisive action.

Taking this pot shot is decisive
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>>36306456
...now kiss
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>>36306456
Homu x Homu is best ship
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>>36306479
I hate to tell you, snugglebuns, but 'not shooting someone' isn't diplomacy.

And calling 'asking a question we know the answer to and she almost certainly knows we know the answer to' diplomacy is a bit of a stretch.

We'll get to actual diplomacy in a minute, or she'll do crazy god shit. Or both!
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>>36306495
Madoka may have been pure, but Pinkie is the opposite.

>>36306511
Soon.
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HERESY!
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>Oh boy I managed to wake up in time for the thread let's see if we've started kil-
>>36305641
WELL SHIT
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>>36306569
It's not heretical if we're both in skirts and thigh highs anon
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>>36305915
if he comes near me, I'm gonna rip his nipples off
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>>36304310
Platypi.

Not even twice.
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>>36306535

One of these days, anon's constant penchant for inaction is going to bite us in the ass.

It'll be really sad.

But let's see how this goes for now.
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What are you talking about? That is clearly a drawing of Chiaki.
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Besides, I trust all the people we brought to be able to deal with a little Chiaki "shoot first" action.
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>>36305696

You glare down the Golden Desert Eagle's sights, your finger tightening on the trigger.

It's her, you realize. It's that...that bitch that the Three Stooges had been so torn up about, with every mention of her coming from them tainted with either frustration, shame, or barely-kept rage.

But more than that - more than all of those combined - they spoke about her with a helpless, regretful guilt. A guilt that told spoke of their inability to reconcile themselves with the fact that there was nothing they could have done, instead holding on to the self-flagellating concept that if they had simply been strong enough, steadfast enough, LOYAL enough - this would never have happened. SHE would never have happened.

They hated her, they wanted her dead with all of their being - but at the same time, they felt guilty for her and for what she'd done. As if their own failures in their own timeline was proof enough that they were complicit about what this bitch did to everyone.

Not you, though. Not a single iota of guilt in your system for this smirking cunt in the black feathers and eyebags and skeletal wings. You feel guilty for what happened to Pinky, sure, in the times when she's not doing her level best to kill you. You feel guilty - and hate yourself accordingly - about what happened to Kharn. You feel guilty for what you did to Wendy, and hope that an opportunity will come down the line for you to be able to resolve things with her.

But not for this...Witch. Not for the is abomination staring at you like you're some sort of pathetic insect begging to be stomped.

Only hate. Only anger. Only a cold, killing rage that filled your veins with ice and froze your heart.

It would be so easy to simply pull the trigger--

--which is why you don't.

Slowly, carefully, you take your finger out of the trigger guard, and carefully slip the Desert Eagle back into its holster. All while keeping the winged abomination firmly in the center of your vision.

[1/2]
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>>36306634

"Look at that. You can follow instructions after all. This is a day of many wonders." The raven-haired girl with the crimson ribbon seems to relax. Her wings, brutally-skeletal and sparsely-feathered, stretches out - momentarily displaying their full and fearsome wingspan, before folding back neatly behind their owner. Leaving little evidence that they were even there - besides, of course, the bony pinions resting behind the horror's bared shoulders.

"It's a bit disappointing you didn't shoot, though. That would've been nostalgic." The girl smiles.

You shake your head, feeling your lips curl into a reflexive scowl. Shooting her probably won't do much good to anyone, even you. Instead, you want some questions answered--

"And smart! That is exceedingly rare in our kind, even more in our..." Her smile widens. "...little extended family. Maybe, just maybe, you're actually the one they've been hoping would appear. Someone who'd fix everything, not that things needed fixing as it is."

She cackles then. A clear, almost lovely sound, enchanting in its pitch and tone. It sounded like music.

Music that, once listened to closely enough, would reveal the sound of a million voices screaming in pain in the background. In eternal torment.

"So, your first question." She nods to you, her crimson bow bobbing up and down. "I'm not going to answer that, because it'll just be insulting for the both of us. You know who I am already." She smiles again, revealing white, perfect teeth. "Your second question? Well, you know who they are. I won't talk about them, because once you do you summon one of them, and summoning one of them gets all the others piling in and they can be so annoying--"

[2/3]
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>snugglebuns
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>>36306645

...What? Your eyes narrow at this. Does she mean does weird...doll things? The ones that call you--

"Good-for-nothing, yes." The horror wearing your face and speaking with your voice grimaces again. "That's what they call me, too. It becomes grating the first couple of times, and then you get over it. What you don't get over, though, is the tomato-throwing. Or other vegetables, when they run out of tomatoes." She shudders. "I FUCKING hate those things."

How do you respond?

[]...Why are you doing this?
[]Stop this. Whatever you're doing, stop this. You're more powerful than me, you can probably kill me right now. Just stop this. Let Pinky go. Let Madoka go. She'll forgive you. I know she will.
[]Fight me. One on one, faggot. Let's settle this right here and now.
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>>36306679
>[]...Why are you doing this?
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>>36306599
Platypuses or platypodes, anon. It's from Greek, not latin.
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none of these options look appealing.
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>Alright then. Get back in the gun
>That is why you showed up, right?
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>>36306679
>[X]...Why are you doing this?
....inb4 "get fucked".....
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>[x] 1v1 me faggot

My will is only so strong, Decu.
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>>36306679
>[X]...Why are you doing this?
I feel like #2 is a trigger for something awful.

Also, #3 is like Get Fucked on a titanic scale, so let's not.
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>>36306679
[x]...Why are you doing this?
If she's not going to try to resolve the Pinkie/Madoka problem, then what is she even here for? Why pull us here, when we all know that she's the one who caused this and she hasn't fixed this in the millions of iterations we've gone through.
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>>36306679
[X]...Why are you doing this?

Have you even seen what you did to madoka?
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>>36306679
>[]...Why are you doing this?
>[]Stop this. Whatever you're doing, stop this. You're more powerful than me, you can probably kill me right now. Just stop this. Let Pinky go. Let Madoka go. She'll forgive you. I know she will.
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>>36306679
>>[X]...Why are you doing this?
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>>36306679
[x]...Why are you doing this?
[x]Stop this. Whatever you're doing, stop this. You're more powerful than me, you can probably kill me right now. Just stop this. Let Pinky go. Let Madoka go. She'll forgive you. I know she will.

>Whynotboth.jpg
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>>36306679
[X]...Why are you doing this?
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>>36306679
[X]Stop this. Whatever you're doing, stop this. You're more powerful than me, you can probably kill me right now. Just stop this. Let Pinky go. Let Madoka go. She'll forgive you. I know she will.
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>>36306679
>[]Stop this. Whatever you're doing, stop this. You're more powerful than me, you can probably kill me right now. Just stop this. Let Pinky go. Let Madoka go. She'll forgive you. I know she will.
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>>36306679
>[x]...Why are you doing this?
>[x]Stop this. Whatever you're doing, stop this. You're more powerful than me, you can probably kill me right now. Just stop this. Let Pinky go. Let Madoka go. She'll forgive you. I know she will.
Yeah, this will totally work. Totally.
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[x]1

I;ll play along with the cliche storm, we all know Homulucifer has probably heard this question countless times over a thousand years though.
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>>36306679
>[X] ...Why are you doing this?

Yeah, NONE of these answers look like they'll end well. This one's cliche, but Chiaki doesn't have time for huge psychotic YOU DON'T UNDERSTAND, I DID WHAT I HAD TO rants or machismo assbeating/posturings.

Got more important things to deal with right now, like Kyoko or someone maybe not dying.
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>>36306679
>[X]...Why are you doing this?
Shit, what is she even doing? If she's willing to talk, we're willing to listen.

Maybe give her a hug if it looks like it would help. We might not be Midori, but we can follow her example.
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>>36306679
[]...Why are you doing this?
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>>36306679

>[x]...Why are you doing this?

What is the point of all of this? Its not like there is anyone watching the world go to shit except for us.
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>>36306679
[]Stop this. Whatever you're doing, stop this. You're more powerful than me, you can probably kill me right now. Just stop this. Let Pinky go. Let Madoka go. She'll forgive you. I know she will.
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>>36306679

[x] Other - So, what do you need me here for ? I have a different party to crash.
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Today we have to navigate a labyrinth knowing that every choice we make is one a past Homu made, and it didn't work then, either.
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>>36306679
[X] ...Why?
"You have a plan. You always have a plan. I might not be the best plan, but you've got some idea of how this is going to end. And don't say you don't, because we both know that's bullshit.
"So, go ahead, spill already."

Oh look, our fucks given count has finally bottomed out.
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>>36306679
>[x] Fight me. One on one, faggot. Let's settle this right here and now.
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>>36306679
>>[]...Why are you doing this?
Hopefully this extends to "why are you here right now" and not just the big-picture stuff
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>>36306679
>"So I take it you have a reason for calling this meeting."
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>>36306679
[x] What do you want?
What is her expectation for where all of this will lead?
What does she want to come of this?
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>>36306679
>[x]...Why are you doing this?
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>>36306679
A varient of >>36306772 would be nice
A sort of "Do you mind if I work while we talk, got a lot of magical girls to kill"
Doubt it'd work though
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>>36306773
Which is why we should disregard the options presented and do something different, if not crazy
>Summon Tiny P-
wait no shit Rea's inside
>>36306791
Seconding this
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[x]... Why are you doing this?

2's a trigger, 3 we get us mushed or laughed off.
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>>36306679
[x]...Why are you doing this?
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>>36306808
"TINY PEEEEEEETE! IT'S SHOWTIME!"
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>>36306679
>[]Fight me. One on one, faggot. Let's settle this right here and now.
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>>36306679
>"Did you want to make a deal or something? Because I am pretty sure my soul is worthless."

If you are not sure how to count this, just -1 from the fighting.
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>>36306828
You are not seriously considering wasting tiny pete on Akuma Homura.
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>>36306828
>"TINY PEEEEEEETE! IT'S SHOWTIME!"
So, can one of the drawfags draw Chiaki and Tiny Pete as Roger Smith and Big O?
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>[x] 1v1 me faggot

Its time. We have the power of imouto moe. She doesn't
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>>36306679
>[X]...Why are you doing this?
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>>36306784
Only if it's naked wrestling
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>>36306679
>[]Stop this. Whatever you're doing, stop this. You're more powerful than me, you can probably kill me right now. Just stop this. Let Pinky go. Let Madoka go. She'll forgive you. I know she will.
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>>36306679
If we fuck, does that count as masturbation?
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>>36306861
Now I want them to draw Tiny Pete in a suit and tie, summoning a giant chiaki with wrist watch
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>>36306679
>[X]...Why are you doing this?
>[X]Nice tits.
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>>36306679
[X]Stop this. Whatever you're doing, stop this. You're more powerful than me, you can probably kill me right now. Just stop this. Let Pinky go. Let Madoka go. She'll forgive you. I know she will.

Also lets hit on her.
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>>36306679
WINNER IS 1v1 ME
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>>36306679
Wasn't sure what to vote for as those all look like shit but>>36306895 and >>36306903 have the right idea.

Lets go fuck our self.
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>>36306860
Does that look like a vote to you?
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>>36306903
>>[X]Nice tits.
>Is that one of the perks of being a god or does that getup just have great support?
>>36306923
eep
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>>36306679
[x] Other - What do you want?

Asking why is pointless because she won't answer. Asking her to stop is pointless because she won't. Fighting her is pointless because she could atomize us. There's practically nothing we can do at this moment to stop her or even put up a fight, so why bother?
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>>36306923
This can only lead to nobody getting hurt and is in noway suicidally reckless.
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>>36306679
[x] Why are you doing this?

Homusatan does not give a fuck what madoka thinks.
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>>36306943
>>>[X]Nice tits.
>>Is that one of the perks of being a god or does that getup just have great support?
.......Kind of want to change my vote to this because
>>36306950
Has a point.
Too bad its too late anyway.
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>>36306923
wait bullshit
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>>36306923
>"1v1 me fgt" won
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>>36306923
Uh-oh.

We've got to catch her by surprise. Give her an aggressive kiss.
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>>36306950
Because confusing the enemy sometimes works better than trying to talk to them.
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I doubt Chiaki can pull off the "Hold! What you are doing to us is wrong! Why do you do this thing?"
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This can only end hilariously. I await the outcome.
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>>36307029
muh sa-matra
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>>36307107
muh doka
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>>36305641
>>[x]...Who the fuck are you?
>>[x]Who "found me"?
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>>36307003
What the hell? Why does my post have that title?
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>>36307063
Sorry, anyon. I lied.

I lied to all of you.

I thought 22 votes for 'why are you doing this' versus four votes for '1v1 me' was such an obvious disparity more people would catch it...
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>>36307029
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XEFALqujPPU
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>>36307152
I even called it out, here >>36307003.
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>>36307187
And I'm glad! so did
>>36306983

but people were still convinced by my clever tricks
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>>36307152
No need. all the options were landmines, so hilarity will ensue regardless what won
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>>36307152
Why would you deceive us so NECO?! we trusted you!
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>>36307214
Now why would you do a damn fool thing like that, nya?
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I want Pinky and the Transcendent One to kiss.
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>Please join me again this Friday! Let's get the Prophet arc done!
>suddenly homuhomju
Inb4 we finish up with akuma here and pop out to find the rest of our absurdly competent kill-team with orika trussed up like a hog covered in blood while wendy snacks on the flesh of fallen angels
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>>36307214
>Trusting NECO
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>>36307229
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>>36306923
Stop fucking lying stupid cat. The clear winner is "...Why are you doing this?"
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>>36307107

muh eternal doctrine
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>>36307262
It doesn't count after I've already admitted to lying, anyon.
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>>36307229
>We manage to get them to
>They proceed to fuck off into the space between realities to lez out forever
>MGNQ was just a very elaborate and bloody rendition of the Parent Trap, starring Malal and Chiaki
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>>36307222
fucking cat

>>36307229
I want to add Homucifer to the watermelon end. Surely there's room for some black seeds.
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>>36307287
Which watermelon end, cookie pink or blender pink?
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>>36307277
Didn't see that you'd already admitted it stupid cat. Still doesn't make up for BLATANT MISINFORMATION
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>>36306679
[x]Fight me. One on one, faggot. Let's settle this right here and now.
Let's do it. Nobody hates us more than ourselves, and nobody knows that words are wasted on us more than ourselves.
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>>36307287
That reminds me we need to ask Braids why she and chiaki are the only homus who wear glasses
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>>36307308
There is always one.
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>>36307319
Contacts.
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>>36307304
THINK FOR YOURSELF ANYON

DON'T LET THE MASSES CARRY YOU INTO THE SUNSET
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>>36307319
they never used their soul gems to correct their vision?

Braids was because she was a rookie, and Chiaki doesn't remember her past selves and didn't know.
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>>36307301
Got to have blender. It just wouldn't be the same without our insane witch-god.
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>>36307330
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>>36307343
but, it's all homu in the end
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>>36307319
The truth is Sayaka has a glasses fetish.
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>>36307242
>Not trusting the NECO

You can always trust her to troll.
You can still trust her more than Mami.
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>>36306690 >>36306711 >>36306719 >>36306731

"...Why are you doing this?"

The demon with the feathery black dress indecently hugging every curve of her form blinks at your question, before chuckling. "Somehow, I don't think you mean it like all the others did. You know, the why of it all - the big picture answer. Which is what I'll tell you, like I told the rest: I promised Madoka that I'll save her."

She pauses to turn her back on you, the hem of her dress brushing against the polished marble tile with a silken hiss, a sound surprisingly reminiscent to a blade being drawn from its sheath."Do you know what that means, Nameless One?" The Witch bearing your name whispers as she looks at you from over her shoulder, head tilted up and back. "Wipe that look of idiotic surprise off your face, of course I know what they call you. And I also know that you've been having trouble keeping your promises lately."

How did she--

"I hear enough, from the spirits of our fallen sisters." She whirls around, the skirt of her dress flaring out and scattering black feathers everywhere, each one as long as a combat knife's blade. Each one making the sound of a small bell as they slowly plummet to the floor in lazy, drifting spirals. "The Nameless One. Very heroic, in that understated, unappreciated way. Again, like you're supposed to fix everything, instead of being just..." The raven-haired monster shakes her head again, clicking her tongue as she gives you a once over, before unfurling her wings again. The motion enough to litter the air with another cloud of black feathers.

"As for the latter, well, that needs no foresight nor any mysticism to figure out. We ALL have problems with promises - making them, keeping them, breaking them. It's why we're here in the first place, isn't it?"

[1/2]
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>>36307703
>yfw mami was elbow-deep in wendy just a few minutes ago
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>>36307152
>NECO
>Claims to be a journalist.
>Admits to lying to the audience.
No wonder no one cares about her "journalism".
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>>36307740

I made my promise to her bleeding, barely-coherent corpse, the both of us lying there in the blood and the mud and the shit of a city broken by a Witch that should never have existed. And I've broken it more times than I can bother to count. But now, with just one timeline left...there's a chance I can actually keep it."

She turns fully to face you, now. Skeletal, feather-bare wings still spread, as if about to take flight. "Which brings us neatly to my small-picture answer to your question, Nameless One. I'm doing this to state my case, to appeal to your - or our - better nature." The demon smiles and steps - no, glides forward. The movement unnatural and arresting enough that you're forced not to draw on her again. "Please, stop what you're doing."

...What?

"Stop what you're doing. Stop this...fight. Release the Golden Weapons from your vault, give them to who you think better deserves them. Just stop what you're doing, Nameless One, and go back to the simple, if degenerate life you've always enjoyed." Her voice takes on a pleading tone. "You've complained enough to yourself, haven't you? How things were much less complicated back then, where you're simply sent to kill people and get paid for it? You wish to go back to those days, don't you?"

...

"Do it. I'll send you back, and you can leave all of this and start anew, wherever you want. Let Madoka ride out her tantrums, let the Chosen play out their lives in the fever of the Golden Weapons, let the Officios drown in the oceans of blood the Champions of the Blessed Lady will make upon the world. Let things happen as they should, and it will all take care of itself. I get my Madoka back, and you...you can live out your days smoking and drinking without anyone to bother you about it."

[2/3]
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>>36307747
That is hot.
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>>36307768

But Pinky - no, Madoka's angry at her! How is that supposed to work--

"Let me worry about that, Nameless One." The demon smiles again. "All I'm asking is that you...simply abandon this crusade of yours. I'll even let you keep those salt licks you endearingly call 'Midori' and 'Wendy'. But for everything else, allow things to run their course. It will be much easier for everyone, in the end."

She holds out a hand, her smile widening into a grin.

"Do we have a deal then, Nameless One?"

[]Shake her hand. Deal.
[]Shoot her kneecaps. No deal.
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>>36307816
>[]Shake her hand. Deal.
Quest over, we're done here.
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>>36307816
>[X]Shoot her kneecaps. No deal.
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>>36307816
>[X]Shake her hand. Deal.
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>>36307816
Could ask her something like: Would you have accepted a deal that has you abandon Madoka when you were me.

Bah.

[X]Shoot her kneecaps. No deal.

Odds are she is somekind of illusion anyway.
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>>36307816
>[]Shoot her kneecaps. No deal.
We are not stupid enough to trust ourselves.
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>>36307816
"Diabolus non potest interficere gladio. Gonna go with No."
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>>36307816
>Shake your head. No deal.
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>>36307764
Nyaanomachines, hun.
They harden in response to trolling anons.
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>>36307816
>[x] Shake her hand. Deal.

That Homura gets to be happy. This Homura gets to be happy. What's not to like?
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[x]Shoot her kneecaps. No deal.

You shit heads actually want to go back all the way to thread one?
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>>36307816
>[]Shake her hand. Deal.
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>>36307816
[]Shoot her kneecaps. No deal.

"Since you are me and I am you. I think we both know which way this is going to go."
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>[X]Shoot her kneecaps. No deal.

"Last time I checked, you didn't keep your promise to protect Madoka.

I, however, will make sure to protect her from you."
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>>36307816
>[X]Shoot her kneecaps. No deal.
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>>36307816
[X]Shoot her kneecaps. No deal.
[X[ Other
"You and I both know the stupid things we'll do to keep our promises."
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>>36307816
>[X] Shoot her kneecaps. No deal.

Gone just a little too far to turn back now.
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>>36307875
I liked being a drunk more.
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>>36307816
>No deal.
kneecapping would feel good but it's not strictly necessary
Also throw in something like >>36307852
>You really think that one of us would take a deal like that?
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>>36307816
[]Shoot her kneecaps. No deal.
with this: "Would you have accepted a deal that has you abandon Madoka when you were me" as our reason, voiced vocally
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>>36307816
[x]Shoot her kneecaps. No deal.
She has been fucking things up for millions of timelines. Why should we think she's right the one time it finally matters?
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>>36307816
No deal.
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>>36307816
>[X]Shake her hand. Deal.
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>>36307890
I second this
>"You and I both know the stupid things we'll do to keep our promises."
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>>36307883
Seconding, if only for the burn.
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>>36307871
The Shake head and shoot kneecaps are two distinct option and thus cannot be counted together, right NECO?
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>>36307816
>[] She's already dead. This is about me movie forward.
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>>36307816
>[X]Shoot her kneecaps. No deal.
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>>36307816

>[x]Shoot her kneecaps. No deal.

"I am no longer the degenerate murdering drunk who can only stumble through life with nothing more then bullets in my gun and a bottle in my hand. I have things to fight for now! Kyoko! Sakura! Mami! Misaka! Wendy! Midori! And those countless other girls that serve under me! I intend to fight for them all! And I will start fighting for them now!"
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>>36307816
>[]Shake her hand. Deal.
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>>36307911
Seems more interesting.
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>>36307938
I'll count them both as votes for NO, but whichever wins between shooting kneecaps and shaking heads will win as the sub-action.
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>>36307871
[Not Yet intensifies]
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>>36307816
[X]Shoot her kneecaps. No deal.
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>>36307816
[x]Shoot her in the knee caps, then say "no."
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>>36307943
WHO THE HELL DO YOU THINK I AM!
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>>36307816
>Shake head, no deal.
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>>36307816
>[X]Shoot her kneecaps. No deal.
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>>36307816
>[x]Lick her face. No deal.
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>>36307943
>The fall of Chiaki Matsuda
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>[X]Shoot her kneecaps. No deal.
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>>36307957
Dammit Neco, clearly if the votes aren't written exactly the same they aren't voting for the same option. This is where I would insert an exaggerated winking reaction image if I actually had one.
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>>36307816
[X] I absolutely promise to give all the golden weapons back and live a completely simple life and not get in anyone's grill about anything ever again. Pinky promise. You can trust me on this one. *hairflip*
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>>36307987
Dan. We need a drawing of Chiaki in Kamina glasses screaming this into Homucifer's face
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>>36307816
Counter proposal, call in pinky.
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>>36308038
>Pinky promise

I like you.
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>>36308038
P.S. and then shoot her kneecaps. And do another hairflip.
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>>36308021
*Soul gem
It's already in a lewd as hell location
>>36307871
If it were anybody else making the offer, I could agree with you
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>>36307816

>[X] Shake her hand. Deal.
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>[]Lick grief seed
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>>36308021
Oh I like this, I'll back it.

Hatesex is best sex.
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>>36307816
[x]Shake her hand. Deal.
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>>36307816
[x]Shoot her kneecaps. No deal.
This is literally the best time TO shoot her. This is almost like the GM winking at us at this point.
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>>36307768
>[X]Shake her hand. No deal.

READ CAREFULLY.
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>>36308021
>That is the taste of a Good For Nothing! Homura Akemi!
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>>36307816
>[X] Throw a tomato at her
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>>36308075
I could go for some selfcest.
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>>36308075
I don't know what to call this, but it needs a lick.
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>>36308133
It's a pumpkin soul gem.
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>>36308148
>No, not me!
>I am the pumpkin.

>>36308047
Worst Idea Ever Award

>>36307816
>Kiss her. "No deal. Enjoy this indirect Madoka kissu as consolation"
(we did kiss pinky that one time right)
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>>36307816
>[x]Shoot her kneecaps. No deal.
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>>36307229
also we need a homohomu version of this
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>>36307816
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>>36307816
[X]Shoot her kneecaps. No deal.
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>>36308208
She kissed us and I am completely okay with this
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>Shake her hand won

FUCK YOU MORONS.

WE'RE BACK TO SQUARE ONE
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>>36307816
>[]Shake her hand. Deal.
Sweet. We win. This was easy.
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Did anybody else notice that the amount of posters doubled with that vote?
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>>36308253
Don't be mad because she's right.
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>>36308281
Oh anyon. You're just being paranoid. Why would anyone do that? It's not like we have a ton of lurkers or anything?
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>>36307816
>[x] NO DEAL
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Mercy Killing 4: Mea Maxima Culpa

http://pastebin.com/SFsTkTGb

Introducing Shimizu Yumishita. Properly, this time. Thanks go out to Deculture and Steph for checking this for me.

And if you're following the Sixth at all, be sure to read today's writeup from Attarou (coming up next). It may well be his best yet.
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Alright, pausing thread for now! Let's pick up where we left off tomorrow night, a bit earlier than tonight's thread start time! Thank you for everyone's participation, feedback is always great!

We have three writeups today, so questions answered after them!
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>>36308281
Welcome to samefagging, round one
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>>36308281
Hey I only posted for that vote.
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>>36308312
Which vote one?
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>>36308253
Anon please, you need to be less blatant when copying that damn cat.
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>>36308312

Nooooooooo!!!!!
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>>36308310

Note to self: Do not post the very second I am given the order. My bad, out of it today.
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We're fucked, aren't we?
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>>36308253

Is it opposites day today?
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>>36308346
If you meen by Wendy and Midori as we win.
Then yes.
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>>36308075
Ooh, nice idea.
[X] Lick your own soulgem.
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Magical Juggernaut Heather Crunch II

Here we stand amidst a sea of fire, the Soul Temperer and I. Hills have crumbled in our clash. Trees have become ash and timber. CHASMS have opened, both by my blows and by her own power. The heat has grown so intense that bits of rubble have begun to -melt-. She has been battered, bruised, and bloodied, yet still she stands tall. Panting, perhaps, but still going. Meanwhile, I myself have not a SINGLE scratch to show for her efforts.

…So why am I so tired? It's just barely sunset, and already I am feeling fatigued from the fight. I’m leaning against my Eversword for support after a scant few hours of heated combat!

"Is this all that you are capable of, Truth-Seeker?" the Soul Temperer scoffs, sheathing her weapon. The flames around us die, and the Valley of Eight Million Gods grows dark. "A scuffle until the sun's rays die down? Need you the light of the heavens to guide your sword, rather than your own inner light?"

"HA!" I shout, breathing heavily and wiping the sweat from my brow. "I barely felt your attacks!"

"Then do you intend to simply stand there and weather my blows, o crumbling mountain?" the Soul Temperer sneers, not showing any trace of a smile. "You are in no shape to fight back."

Gritting my teeth, I pull my Eversword out and shakily approach my opponent. Even ignoring its weight doesn't make me feel any lighter, and I end up using it as a crutch. Still, I INSIST, "I can still fight!"

She refuses to believe me. "Walk toward me under your own power, Seeker of Enlightenment," she retorts, arms folded, "and I will believe you."

"Nngh..." I groan, pulling my blade out and immediately stumbling. The bitter taste of ash fills my mouth as I fall.

"It is said more can be learned from failure than victory," the Soul Temperer explains, pulling me up until we’re nose to nose. “Come; let us sift for knowledge in the sands of battle, back at the temple.”

…Get your hands off my butt.

----

[1/13]
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>>36308356
>not by Pinky and Midori
>not by Homucifer
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There is something calming about this room. It’s not the large, deep fountain bubbling away at the center. It’s not the arrangement of sand, rocks, and plants in the corner. And it’s definitely not the ‘bed’ of spikes that the Soul Temperer is sitting on the edge of.

No, it’s the swords that line the walls. SWORDS! Blades from all over the world, each hung up as a trophy of BATTLE! Some in better shape than others, but ALL of them lovingly preserved! It reminds me of home, and makes me feel somewhat less anxious.

“Now then, Seeker of Truth,” begins the Soul Temperer, “let us unravel the thread of the quilt that smothers you. What do you believe is the problem?”

“…I’ve been having strange thoughts since I’ve arrived here,” I inform her, hands curling into fists and cheeks burning in shame. “They distract me, and LEECH away at my strength and conviction!”

“It sounds like an influence from a malevolent spirit,” the Soul Temperer observes.

“Yes, a curse,” I muse. “One that FILLS my mind with doubt and-“I shudder in displeasure, the word leaving a bitter taste in my mouth “-lust.”

The Soul Temperer leans forward, getting uncomfortably close. “And these thoughts of lust,” she inquires, “toward whom are they being directed?”

“A sadistic, sociopathic DEMON!” I snarl, roaring the accursed name: “NAKAJIMAAAA!”

“Oh.” The Soul Temperer falls back, disappointed. She takes a moment to speak again, asking, “Which one?”

“Er… The incessantly cheery one,” I clarify. “Amber.”

“The Child of Chaos,” she murmurs.

I nod in agreement, though the Soul Temperer says no more. I speak again, my voice quiet as my face grows hotter, “…things happened the other day and now she keeps invading my mind, making me wonder if I should have let her leave when she did.” I gaze imploringly at the Soul Temperer, beseeching her, “How do I lift this despicable curse?”

[2/13]
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>>36308388
Hey we just agreed to get out of their business.
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The Soul Temperer smiles, and patronizingly pats me on the head. “Seeker of Enlightenment, you are not cursed,” she declares. “You are merely ill.”’

YES! VINDICATION! “I KNEW-“I start, but she cuts me off! STOP DOING THAT! AND STOP TOUCHING ME!

The Soul Temperer …giggles, for some reason, and then explains my malady to me clearly: “You are lovesick.”

“…-WHAT-?” I scream, my body all but bursting into flames from a sudden rush of heat.

“What you are suffering from is infatuation,” she continues, folding her hands over her chest. “It is the budding flower that, if nurtured, blossoms into love.”

“WHY?!” I implore her. “HOW?!!” My hands instinctively fly to cover my face and hide my shame. No no no, this is not happening. This CANNOT be happening!

“Love finds a way,” the Soul Temperer insists. “It is, after all, the strongest force in the universe; a fundamental truth, more important than any science or magic!”

“I just…” I try to make words, but my tongue’s tied. I struggle against it, whispering, “ME? And HER?” There’s no way…

Yet it makes so much sense. It explains -everything-.

“Yes, Seeker of Wisdom!” the Soul Temperer cheers, adding, “And by the look on your face, you have reached your epiphany of love much sooner than most!”

…I can’t help but laugh at all of this.

The Soul Temperer is rightly confused at this. But before she can make any concerned inquiry, I issue my proclamation.

“I get it,” I tell her earnestly. “I finally get it!” My face splits into a wide grin. “Yes, it’s love!” I exclaim.

All the times that I’ve been drawn to admiring her form… The feelings of wanting to protect her… The giddiness her presence filled me with… That desire to continue holding her, if just to be near her…

I should have recognized something so familiar right away.

“So you accept it, then, Seeker of Enlightenment?” the Soul Temperer asks.

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>>36308312
Not a question, but
>The song is...well, it's a sad song. A mournful one, relying on heavy tones punctuated by high-pitched notes and emphasized by a careful application of rests.
>the skirt of her dress flaring out and scattering black feathers everywhere, each one as long as a combat knife's blade. Each one making the sound of a small bell as they slowly plummet to the floor in lazy, drifting spirals.
I just wanna say I fucking love how you write sounds
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“HELL! NO!” I scream at her and stomp my foot, the heat of embarrassment fanning into flames of rage. Hated memories begin to boil at the back of my mind, invited by that DISGUSTING, CONTEMPTIBLE word!

The force of my words drives the Soul Temperer back! “I-I don’t understand,” she meekly replies – the GALL OF HER! She is, for reasons I JUST CANNOT FATHOM, actually -BAFFLED- by my response, when I’M the one who can’t believe this absurdity!

“Then LET ME explain it to you CLEARLY” I hiss, leaning in close enough that my breath makes her flinch with every vitriolic syllable uttered. “LOVE is not a FLOWER… It is a WEED!” I scream! “A PESTILENCE! A BLIGHT upon one’s soul!”

“Your emotions are as turbulent as the stormy seas!” exclaims the ASTONISHINGLY MISGUIDED SOUL TEMPERER! “What is it that-“ I silence her by covering her mouth. I can’t even bear to LOOK at such IGNORANCE! HOW CAN ANYBODY DEFEND IT?!

“LOVE is a WEAKNESS!” I proclaim, storming away towards her little zen garden, hands twitching. “LOVE BLINDS YOU to the truth! LOVE makes you see things that NEVER EVEN EXISTED!”

“Truth-Seeker, please,” that annoying girl screeches, “you must listen to your heart and-“

“NO, YOU LISTEN TO ME, -TENKO-!” I spit at her, kicking up dust in my wake. ”-LOVE- LETS PEOPLE CONTROL YOU! -LOVE- MAKES YOU FOOLISH!” Tearing one of the small trees out of the ground, I start ripping it apart to emphasize my points! “–LOVE- HURTS YOU, STRANGLES YOU IN ITS THORNS, AND CHOKES OUT ALL THAT YOU WERE! AND IT DOES SO IN THE NAME OF A RIDICULOUS, INTANGIBLE IDEAL IMPOSED ON YOU! AND I WOULD SOONER –DIE- THAN LET IT TAKE ROOT IN MY HEART!”

I toss the broken heap in front of me and think of THAT memory, where I saw ‘love’ for all that it was! And prepare to do to it what I did to that boy's most treasured possessions!

“LOVE!”

I pull my leg back!

“IS!”

And I kick!

“STUPID!”

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>>36308441
It's just so fucking purple though.
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When the mass bursts to kindling upon the ceiling, rattling the blades along the walls, it fills me with a small measure of satisfaction. It wasn’t as satisfying as the actual deed was, but it’s enough to calm me a little, and bury those memories again.

…I’d forgotten how tired I was, though. As the righteous indignation fades, weariness comes crashing back down on me once more.

Looking at the shocked expression of the Soul Temperer, I reiterate my position. “I did not come all the way out here to be strung along by some girl,” I tell her, adding, “A girl, who, I might add, has tried to humiliate, poison, and murder me.”

Finally finding her voice, the Soul Temperer queries, “questionable partners aside, is that really what you believe, Truth-Seeker?”

Striding back over, my words and movements the EPITOME of calmness, I -carefully- explain to her, “I came out here for self-betterment, and –not- to fall back into disgusting old habits.”

“Be that as it may,” she retorts, “why are you running away from love, rather than confronting it head on?”

…I don’t have an answer for that. Why –am- I running away from it?

Love gave birth to someone like you after all, a voice rings out in my mind. I ignore it.

“What you described is all true,” the Soul Temperer continues. “Love can be abused and exploited.” She heaves a heavy sigh and then smiles. “But when it isn’t-”

“No,” I interrupt, frowning again. “Keep your juvenile delusions of romance, but don’t ever drag me into them.”

“You only have your own experiences to fall back on,” the Soul Temperer chides me. “You won’t listen to the words of others, and yet you insist that your way is the only right way.”

“I’m NOT wrong, though!” I tell her, stamping my foot. “I know I’m not!”

The Soul Temperer frowns at me. “Isn’t that attitude why you’re here, o foolish Seeker of Wisdom?” she asks.

…Dammit.

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“The frog in the well knows nothing of the great ocean," she continues. "You should take in different perspectives on a subject."

"What, just... just go ask people what they think love is?" I inquire incredulously.

The Soul Temperer nods her head. "Yes. That is your assignment for tonight,” she informs me. “Gather the definition of 'love' from many different people, and challenge your own frame of reference." She smirks at me in an irritating manner. "Surely this isn't too much for you, is it?"

"...No. I'll do it," I say with a resigned sigh.

It seems good enough for her, and her smile softens. "Good," she says, pointing towards the hallway. "Now go, Seeker of Wisdom. You are not welcome back here until tomorrow."

"What? Why?"

"You have gained an oppressive aura, Truth-Seeker," she warns, moving in disgustingly close. "It is disrupting the-"

I shove her away. "Forget I asked,” I grumble, slouching forward from exhaustion. “I don’t even care anymore."

The Soul Temperer grabs me by the shoulder, pulling me upright. “Then at least let me take you to the gates myself,” she insists.

I lean against her and just nod vaguely as she guides me out of the room and through the hall. My footsteps are uneven and uncertain, a stark contrast to the sure strides of the Soul Temperer. Her hand is moving south again, but I just feel too worn down to even protest at this point, the voice in my head cackling at my weakness.

Before I know it, we’re standing outside the entrance, and the Soul Temperer releases me. I stumble a bit before regaining my footing, walking forward. Before I head out, she gives me a reminder: “Remember to draw on your own light to guide you, and not simply that of your soul gem.”

"Yeah, yeah…” I mumble, “I'll have my answers to this… conundrum by tomorrow."

“Farewell, Seeker of Enlightenment," calls the distant voice of the Soul Temperer, followed by the sound of the heavy gates slamming shut behind me.

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>>36308461
purple can be nice sometime
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>>36308312
What are the odds of selfcest? What about a threesome with Pinky?
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…Well, THAT was a bit much, wasn’t it? Everybody here must be ill or something. Still, the Soul Temperer raised a good point: I need some outside perspective on things.

The light of the moon and the stars provides just enough illumination for me to not trip over my own feet on the slog back to town. There are storm clouds gathering on the horizon, though, so it’ll probably start raining later on. Hope there isn’t any lightning. I hate lightning.

Well, thunder, anyway. Hate thunder. Hate thunderstorms. I should have checked the weather when I left, but a certain someone made me forget to do so. Dammit, Nakajima.

…AAAAGH! ENOUGH MOPING AROUND! I am NOT going to let something as frivolous as THIS get the better of me! For though the sun may have called it quits for the day, I’M NOT GOING DOWN SO EASILY!

That’s one reason he cheated—OH, HUSH, YOU!

I continue the long trek back to my temporary residence, retrieving my cell phone from my inventory. Once I have it in my hand, my magical costume begins flaking away until only the finely tailored uniform I wore this morning remains. With the protection and stamina afforded by my costume gone, the pain and exhaustion attempt to overwhelm me again. BUT I AM STRONGER! SO! MUCH! STRONGER! Even if EVERYTHING conspires to stop me, I WILL OVERCOME IT!

YEAH, EAT THAT, WEAKNESS! YOU’LL FIND NO PURCHASE ON HEATHER CRUNCH WHILE SHE IS IN THE MIDST OF THIS TASK! RUN AWAY AND NEVER COME BACK, FOR IT IS –FOLLY- TO EVEN TRY!

HA! I’m so good I surprise myself!

NOW that I am once more properly FIRED UP, it’s time to deal with the task at hand! My meandering steps become a PURPOSEFUL gait, my bearing and expression of SUPREME CONFIDENCE! I POWER on the phone and UNdo the screen lock before I swipe my finger to bring up the voice commands. The INSTANT it indicates it is listening, I call out the FIRST and most RELIABLE NAME in my list of contacts!

“SAKURA KYOKOOOO!”

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The phone rings once. Twice. Three times. And soon enough I hear a pre-recorded message: “Yoooo! This is Kyoko Sakura; I'm probably asleep or eating right now! Leave a message after the beep, and have a MAXIMUM day!"

DAMMIT, YOU FORGOT YOUR CELL PHONE AGAIN, KYOKO!

Well, I should have expected that.

BUT! It’s NOT ENOUGH to douse my BURNING RESOLVE! I take a deep breath and holler, “KYOKOOOO! THIS is HEATHER CRUNCH! HOW HAVE YOU BEEN? The reason I call is as part of the training I mentioned before. For the Soul Temperer has asked me to reach out and acquire OUTSIDE PERSPECTIVES on something!”

I sigh a little and lower my voice, scratching at the back of my head in embarrassment. “Which is love,” I state clearly. “She wants me to get a bunch of people to tell me what love is supposed to mean to them. It’s RIDICULOUS, isn’t it?” Saying it out loud, it actually –does- sound silly. I let out a hearty chuckle before wrapping up my call, “but your assistance and input is -still- greatly appreciated! CALL ME BACK WHEN YOU CAN!” I almost hang up, but FIRST A REMINDER: “AND STOP FORGETTING YOUR PHONE!”

And THEN I end the call.

Well, that wasn’t so bad. Who’s next? A name springs to mind, thanks to recent events, and I speak into my phone once more.

“WENDY COOLDOWWWN!”

THIS time someone actually answers, a certain groggy girl grumbling, “Yeah?”

“COOLDOWWWN!” I bellow, eliciting a scream from the other end.

“OH MY FUCKING GOD-“ she shouts. HA! YOU shouldn’t be so surprised, Cooldown! Not even your MINIONS were able to keep me down!

“YES!” I interrupt – it feels GOOD to be able to do it for a change – and inform her, “I seek your OPINION on a GRAVE-“

“My opinion is you can fuck off into one and die,” she interrupts me and ends the call.

…Now that was just uncalled for.

They hate you, murmurs that annoying voice that should stuff it.

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Other than those two, all my contacts are at the Sixth. Pretty much just the Rank Leaders and the Warmaster – the Equerry simply REFUSES to give me her number, in spite of possible EMERGENCIES! WELL FINE, MORKAI! It’s YOUR loss, NOT MINE!

How did Slam’s number end up here, though? Probably not very tactful to call so soon after what happened.

AT ANY RATE! “BLUEBELL!” I yell into my device, which pages the Vindicare Rank Leader.

“G’day, you’ve reached the one and only Bel Contra! Leave a message at the tone and I’ll get back to you whenever!” Voicemail again.

“BLUEBELL! THIS is HEATHER CRUNCH! I am calling as part of a task set upon me by the Soul Temperer of the Seventh: to inquire the meaning of love from you and others! Call me back by tomorrow!” Beep.

Call the next number…

“Ahoy! Kai Cress here! I’m a little busy right now, so leave yer message at th’ tone! AND DON’T DAWDLE ABOUT IT!” Voicemail AGAIN.

"CREEEESS!" “THIS IS HEATHER CRUNCH! I am inquiring on behalf of the Soul Temperer as to the meaning of love! Yes, it sounds silly, but I’m serious! Call me back soon!” Beep.

Next number…

“You’ve reached Madge, a.k.a. Miss Shine. You have probably called me while I’m in the middle of doing something important, so leave your name, number, and message at the tone, and I’ll respond when I can. Unless this is Crazy Crunch calling, in which case don’t bother wasting my time.” What was THAT about? Miss Shine?

“Er, MADGE! I need your definition of what ‘love’ is supposed to be! It’s an assignment and NOT a waste of your time! CALL ME SOON!” Beep.

Next…

“You’ve reached the Warmaster’s office. Leave your contact information after the tone.” I’m starting to wonder if something happened.

“WARMASTER! The Soul Temperer won’t allow me in until I have other peoples’ definitions of what love is supposed to be, and nobody else is answering! CALL ME!” Beep.

…What now?

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>>36308532
When used in moderation.
Which Decu doesn't really have a handle on.
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A long nap back at my lodgings only brings more dreams of –her-. This is becoming a serious hindrance to my productivity. I can’t just keep sniffing her pillow for that strawberry smell and expect to get anything done! Also, it’s disgusting! What is –wrong- with me?

And why can’t I stop hugging it?

You’re alone, that horrid voice sneers. You’re completely and utterly alone, and you can’t stand it.

“I’m not alone,” I mumble aloud, clutching the pillow tighter. “I have friends and allies.”

They don’t want anything to do with you. Don’t you get it? After you showed your true colors, they wanted to get rid of you, and you gave them the perfect excuse to do so.

I take out my cell phone and power it back on. It says I have no new messages. And nothing I can find points to any sort of emergency back at the Ninth or the Sixth at this time.

They’re busy celebrating. Celebrating that you’re out of their hair for good.

I shake my head and go through my contacts again. Starting with Kyoko again, I get the same voicemail message as before. I try calling it again, and then a third time, just to make sure. On the fourth attempt, I decide to leave another message.

“KYOKO!” I holler into the mouthpiece, “I –NEED- YOU TO RETURN MY CALLS! THAT IS ALL!” Then I disconnect.

‘Sayakaaaaa, Hothead’s buggin’ me again!’ that irritating voice says, imitating my friend’s voice. ‘Think I should tell her to stop callin’ me?’

There’s no way. Kyoko isn’t like that at all. She’s my friend. I REFUSE to believe that she could be so callous.

You have no friends, it insists.

I try Cooldown again, and this time it informs me that my number is blocked. This causes that horrid voice to laugh. But I still have options. I still have friends. People I can talk to. People who acknowledge I exist and have worth.

Except you don’t.

…Except I don’t.

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I drop the accursed pillow and go through the list again and again and again and again and again. I urge all my contacts to call me back about my inquiry. Or about what’s going on. Or anything at all.

“MADGE! This is GRAVELY important! CALL ME BACK!”

‘Look, Crazy Crunch tried calling me again. She may have trapped herself in another broom closet.’

“CRESS! As Rank Leader I ORDER you to answer this call!”

‘Fifty pieces of eight say she be blubberin’ about bein’ marooned right about now!’

“BLUEBELL! WHAT’S HAPPENING?!”

‘Eh, give her a couple minutes to burn out first… Heh, I wish I could see her face when she does.’

“WARMASTER! WHAT ARE YOUR ORDERS?”

‘It took longer than I would have liked, but she is no longer our problem.’

“SLAM! WHY WON’T ANYONE ANSWER ME?”

‘…Good riddance.’

NO! I can’t accept this! I WON’T accept this! I’m not alone here! Heather Crunch is not alone! I’ll prove it! I’ll prove that I’m not by myself!

I pocket the phone and force the door open. And I start running. Scrambling toward the far-off monastery gates and clawing at the air. That voice laughs incessantly during my dash, spurring me to move faster.

It takes far too long for me to reach my destination. Far, far too long. The gate remains closed, and looms over me like a giant.

I rattle the gates and push against them, urging them to open. They don’t give an inch. “SOUL TEMPERER! SPIRITUAL LIEGE!” I yell, “LET ME BACK IN!” My eyes sting as I wipe away the rain. It’s definitely the rain.

“SOMEBODY LET ME IN!” I wail, pounding on this damnable thing in my way, wishing it would just disappear. I keep hitting it and hitting it until my fists grow numb. And I get nothing for my efforts.

They don't want anything to do with you, the voice tells me. They ALL hate you.

“Say something…” I whimper, looking for somebody to refute that. Or even acknowledge that.

But nobody answers.

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I turn back to go to my lodgings, and it begins to rain. For real this time. Just a light drizzle, but it feels too icy for a summer rain. Or maybe it's just me.

I trudge home, my enthusiasm and energy gone. It takes all my willpower just to put one foot in front of the other and not collapse on the ground. So I don't have the strength or resolve to fight back the tears streaming out of my eyes.

...Maybe those annoying maids came back. Yeah, I bet they were playing a prank on me. They made me dress up in clothes of their own choosing, and then hid somewhere under the pretense of leaving. The entire time, they've been intercepting my calls and... And created an illusion of the Seventh Officio. One that I couldn't get into. This whole time they've been watching me doubt myself, and giggling about it. It's excessive, but I can't put it past them.

I'm shivering by the time I get back, but I can't bring myself to care. My uniform has gotten heavy with rain, and my eyes still sting with tears. But I'm okay. It was a funny joke, and I'm in on it. I shouldn't be mad.

"Nakajima?" I call out, wringing out the maid dress she and her sister made. "I know you're here. I figured out your trick. It was..." I throw my hands up and chuckle, "well, you got me. You got me good."

"You can stop hiding now," I insist, trying to smooth out the wrinkles. Make it presentable so they see how good it looks. "It's okay, I'm not angry at you. Really."

"Nakajima?" I cry out. Still no answer.

"Come on out," I plead, forcing my mouth into a grin and choking out a laugh. "See? I'm smiling. I'm not upset. I'm not upset at all."

I plod over toward the room they were staying in and slowly slide the door open. "Hah! Found you!" I exclaim/grunt to the empty room.

So obviously she's back in my room. Maybe they even set an ambush. Hehehe. I'll humor them.

"Here I am!" I snivel, walking into my empty room.

...It can't be empty.

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I wonder what percentage of the player base actually reads all of these fucking write ups.
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Yet I cannot deny the room is empty. No Nakajimas. No Soul Temperer. No Spiritual Liege. Nobody from the Sixth, the Seventh, the Eighth, or the Ninth. There's nobody here but me.

...It could be a Callidus illusion. It could be a hologram. It could be camouflage.

...Or it could be that they really did leave. And with that realization, the proverbial straw that broke the camel's back, all the fight goes out of me for good.

Nobody wants to be anywhere near a train that has no brakes, that awful voice taunts me. You're a disaster in motion, and everybody else has already bailed out.

...Stop it.

I pull off the drenched uniform and clumsily change into my nightgown. Even with that weight lifted off me, though, everything feels far too heavy. I fumble for the light switch, the room going dark. My legs finally give out on me and I fall onto the mattress. And slowly I crawl toward that pillow that still has her scent on it. And wrap myself around it, burying my face in it. The blankets are right there, but I lack the strength to pull them up. So I clutch the pillow tighter and try to keep warm. My whole body is trembling at this point, though I can't tell if it's from the cold, or from the sobs I can't hold down. The only other sound is the patter of raindrops. No giggling, no yelling, no anything to indicate somebody else is here.

It's just me.

...I hate love. I absolutely hate it. It's horrible and I wouldn't wish it on anybody.

...But I think I hate being hated by everything even more. I hate having people I thought were my friends suddenly ignore me. I hate the idea that I've been abandoned. I hate the idea that I'm all alone. I hate that I even consider these things possible.

...And yet, even a thing like that is possible for Heather Crunch.

...Somebody, anybody, tell me what you think of that.

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Omake: Hit Me

"Hold your fire! Squad Manticore, stand at attention and await further instructions! ...Hey, kid, you going to be okay?"

"...Y-yeah..."

"I mean, you're a Vanus and all that, and most of the others have already given up. I'm not going to hold it against you if you quit here. "

"...No..."

"Geez, you really want that extra scratch, huh?"

"...Y-y-yeah..."

"Well, it does suck to be poor, so good luck to you, kid."

"...Th-th-than-"

"Alright then! Squad Manticore, open fire! ...Ah, and down she goes. Guess she needed most of her face after all. You two, haul her off to the Infirmary, pronto."
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>>36308673

I realise it's a lot, but you're missing out if you skip them.

Not mine, obviously. Skipping those is a fine choice. The others put out some fantastic work, though; I strongly recommend it if you have the time.
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>>36308673
Yeah, it's pretty much perpetually on my list of 'one of these days'
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Thanks to Deculture for letting me write, the pictures, and an answering machine message for Kyoko
Thanks to Wendy for letting me bounce ideas off her and a few suggestions, such as that bit of black comedy at the end
Thanks to Archival for shooting down a bad idea and giving me a good one
Thanks to Malal, Minty, and TwiceBorn for looking things over

Twitter and Ask.fm: dmsakutarou
Pastebin: Sakutarou
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>>36308706
I used to but after we started getting like 3 every thread I really can't be fucked reading them anymore.
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>>36308673
Which thread had them start?
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>>36308673
you kind of have to pick and choose which ones you wanna devote time to.
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>>36308738
I don't even remember anymore. It was ages ago though.
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>>36308726

Understandable. You know you can just follow them from the wiki though, right? Pick whatever series catches your eye and read it at your leisure.

You can find it here, for the record: http://wiki.magicalgirlnoir.com/index.php/Write-ups

>>36308722

I didn't actually do anything, but thanks for letting me have an early look anyway.
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>>36308738
Archival and I started around thread 90 and others have come and gone, and yet others came and stayed. We've gotten a huge wave of new writers lately, I think partly because of the MGNQ Reading Project.
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>>36308758
Fuck Christ of forgot how many there were.
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>>36308753
I'd read them, but I don't want to look around.

Are they in the wiki?
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..:: AUREA VENEN || PART 3 || DEMENS I ::..

God damn rookies, the lot of them. I'm not exactly an expert on tactics, but only a complete amateur would announce a squad's presence to literally an entire building in hostile territory. I glanced over to where Cynn was crouched down behind a cabinet, her polychromatic iris returning my gaze anxiously. It was only a matter of time before at least one of the rookies would stumble into this room, conveniently located at the end of the hall. Just my luck.

They ruined my peace and quiet, and for that they won't be forgiven.

I silently slid myself to the edge of the door, carefully peering around it to get a better view. It wasn't hard for me to see them, even in the darkness -- about six or seven girls, all dressed in flashy and colorful costumes. They were all huddled around in a group, probably deciding who was going into what room or something. It was easy to tell even from this distance how carefree -- how cheerful they were despite being stuck in this shitstorm of a city. Sickening.

"Got it? If you do, then get a move on already!" The squad leader's obnoxiously loud voice thundered down the hall, probably waking a portion of the nearby dead. I quickly ducked back behind the bookshelf, giving Cynn a small hand signal to stay on her toes. The hall was filled with the cacophony of muttering, giggling, and footsteps -- a set getting closer. The girl's heels were haltingly clacking away against the tiled flooring, easily giving away how reluctant and fearful she was to approach. How adorable.

Giving Cynn one last signal, I pressed myself up against the wall as much as I could, the bookshelf's placement obscuring me from immediate line of sight. After all, if this girl had any intelligence, she would make sure nothing was on the sides of the entry before waltzing into the room.

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>>36308776
Thank you for starting this deluge of shit then.
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>>36308789
>http://wiki.magicalgirlnoir.com/index.php/Write-ups
Oh hey they are, thanks Malal.
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>>36308815
You're welcome!
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>>36308800

As if on cue, the heels stopped at the door frame. A warm light shone into the room, casting long creeping shadows, seeming to grasp for anything they could find. With a creak of the wood flooring, she took her first step into the room, the halo of light entering my field of vision. Her right arm was held out, palm up as a glowing magic orb floated a little above it, the source of the light. The next thing that caught my attention was the gleam of her weapon, what appeared to be some sort of rapier -- nearly vibrating from how much she was shaking. I suppose I couldn't blame her too much after all, this room was pretty damn dark and had quite a bit of furniture to hide behind.

The girl hesitated for a moment, before she turned her head in my general direction, taking a step towards my end of the room. I quietly clicked my tongue, as I'd hoped I could sneak up on her from behind. At this rate though, the light was going to get close enough for her to see me. Damn, there goes my plans to be stealthy.

<clatter>

Just as the edge of the light neared my position, something fell behind her, causing the girl to yelp and whirl around. Cynn was huddled up facing a corner of the room, her mask hidden from view behind her. Excellent, she must have knocked something over to grab the girl's attention. After some hesitation the girl stepped over to where Cynn -- who had been making a show of shivering like a scared puppy -- was, the light fully revealing her. Now was my chance.

"U-Um...are...are you alright?" She murmured, clearly unsure whether or not to approach. I began to slowly creep forward, keeping an eye on both the girl as well as the doorway; but more than anything trying my utmost to prevent my legs from making noise. It's really difficult to sneak around when your limbs are made from solid whatever-alloy-this-shit-is. There didn't seem to be anyone else in the hallway, which made the timing all the better, as I had just about reached her back.

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>>36308789

They are! See my previous post. All organised, and the latest from a given thread tends to show up there after a couple hours tops.

Mostly I'm the one who takes a whole three hours or so over it. Lazy.
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>>36308828
Honestly thanks though.

Not that last guy.
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>>36308835

It was then that the glimmer of the large hairpin holding up her ponytail drew my attention, and it was like everything around me just stopped. I could feel my pulse quicken and muscles tense -- ahh, it's THIS feeling again. This feeling of intensity. How could I have forgotten. How could I have been so mistaken. Being trapped with a bunch of magical girls wasn't horrible. It wasn't horrible at all, no -- it was exquisite. All these soul gems, in one place. All these souls, tasty souls. Fufu~

I'll make them mine.

Then I heard a giggle. It came from this very room. It surely wasn't Cynn, who was slowly turning towards the girl now, probably one of the biggest grins on her face that you couldn't even see. It wasn't this delicious little girl in front of me, every millimeter of her hair probably standing on end from sheer terror. No -- it was me.

I didn't give her a chance to turn her head to look at me, or even time to scream. The large and black monstrous claw known as my left hand firmly planting itself over the girl's mouth, gripping so tightly I could hear more than just the metal creaking. Before I even realized it, my lips had already found her hairpin -- her soulgem. I pulled it free from the constraints of her hair with my mouth, the ponytail breaking apart, perhaps analogous to what was going to happen to the rest of her.

The girl squirmed violently in my grasp, attempting to pierce me with the rapier, her efforts to cry for help reduced to muffled sobs. I couldn't help but rake my right hand across her body, tearing her costume to shreds, amongst other things. With her gem now completely inside my mouth, it wasn't long before her flailing began to become less intense, and the sounds she made took a different turn. It was almost like eating a lollipop -- stick and everything, now all you have to do is...

(3/4)
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>>36308828
You're such cancer.
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>>36308840
Yeah, it didn't update with your last post until after I posted that, thanks though.
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>>36308862

"MMmffhhh!" Her body suddenly arched back as my teeth ground into the surface of the soul gem, not hard enough to crack it of course. I can't have even more fun if it doesn't stay intact, after all. Amidst the girl's convulsions, I could hear the sound of trickling water, the faint scent further indicative that she had gone incontinent. Whoops~ It wasn't too much longer that she stopped writhing in my grip, breathing heavily and likely exhausted.

A dull pain in my side caused me to look down and notice that the rapier had been jabbed into me at some point, likely when she had been squirming about earlier. Oh, she'd done it now, I've had enough fun with her anyways. In the next instant, both tails pierced her torso, her screams still muffled into my left hand. A return path resulted in even more gore, covering the front of my costume in dark crimson, and I let go of her once she went limp. Her lifeless body crumpled to the floor, a pool of her blood slowly forming around her corpse as I swiftly whipped the remnants off of my tails.

I let out another chortle, my face contorting into a sneer as I turned to look down the hallway. The fun had just begun, my body felt like it was on fire. I pulled the hairpin out of my mouth, giving it a small kiss, before it turned into a ring. The ring easily slipped onto the long slender metal, and the power flow hit me like a truck. This -- this was my drug -- the surge of another girl's magic energy entering my body as I hungrily drained the gem like a battery. The tips of my tails began to change shape, the needles growing much longer as if they had become individual rapiers.

It's time for the blood lust to begin -- it WILL continue. Fufufufu~

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>>36307816
>[]Shake her hand. Deal.
We are, of course, lying.

and yes i'm aware this is horrendously late. and I DON'T CARE.
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>>36308887

And that's that for Chapter 3! Thank you for reading!
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>>36308870
If you don't like it, then don't read it.

See acting like an adult is easier then you would think.
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>>36308859
You're also welcome! But more than the other guy.
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>>36308881
Sure! Glad to see more people reading these. I recommend Archival, Wendy, Ratman, Attarou and Twiceborn's writeups, both for being at the top of the pile and for the sheer breadth you get between them. At least one will have to suit your tastes.

>>36308870

It's ok I fixed it.

Forever.

Cancer removed from MGNQ.
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>>36308441

Hahaha, thank you!
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>>36308911
Yeah it's not like the faggots appearance lines up with the drop in quality in this quest anyway.
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>>36308312
Thanks for running!

http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/archive.html?tags=Magical%20Girl%20Noir%20Quest

Thread has been archived, goodnight everyone!
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>>36308922
Thank you!

>>36308722
And thank you! Who'd have thought the Crunch Train'd hit something that'd stop it dead.

>>36308312
And a specially big thank you to you for running!
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>>36308922
You're such a worthless cunt.
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>>36308908
Anon, she is literally gonna teleport us out of AR.
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funny how the troll waits till the thread is over to start his baiting.
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>>36309076
Who's trolling?
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>>36309076

Well, you know. Posting writeups to offend the nice internet man BEFORE the thread finishes struck me as a little rude, so I thought I would wait.

Sort of funny how this backfired into a couple more people deciding to read the writeups, though.
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>>36309076
Hey I'm always here.
I just samefag the shitty options though.
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>>36308870
I'm sorry you feel that way. From now on, we'll only post writeups after Decu's done posting and with a warning beforehand. I understand that the posting of writeups (or fanfiction) is raping you and we do want the rest of the thread to be a safe space for everyone. We're sorry. We're very sorry. We understand if your religion deems writeups absolutely haram. We're sorry. Sorry. We promise that rape-ups will not be done during questing. Pinky promise. We're so very sorry.
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>>36309192
Oh your the resident shitposter, Sorry, you're just as anonymous as the casual fuckers, so I got mixed up.
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>>36309214
Fuck off cunt.
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>>36309230
We're sorry.
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>>36309215
It's okay I do my best to make this quest a worse place to be for everyone.
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>>36309253
You should be you piece of worthless shitmeat.
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I'm having deja vu, like I've seen this somewhere before.
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>>36309309
We are. We're very sorry.
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>>36309328
Bend over and let me fuck your boypussy.
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>>36309430
I unclasp my belt and unzip my pants. I lower them, not really bothering to completely remove them, just enough so that they hang under my knees, revealing my plain black cotton briefs underneath. I bend over and you can see a faint brown mark on my briefs. They look like they hadn't been washed in days and you can smell a faint smell of poop and sweat from them. I turn my face back towards you with a headtilt worthy of a SHAFT anime with an expression of equal parts expectant and pleading. You can clearly see just now sorry I am. How sorry we all are.

We're sorry.
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>>36309214
Hah. You. I like you.
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Honestly I think the joke's been carried far enough. :/
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>>36308940
I knew the Illuminati were around here somewhere!



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