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Previous (and first) Thread:/
https://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive/2023/5493004

INTRO (don’t skip this)

◕ Meguca Royale is a fixed multiplayer quest based on Puella Magi Madoka Magica. We will be using famous vTuber characters as stand-ins for NPC Magical Girls. The five players have already been selected in the first thread, and they each will answer to their own prompts with their own characters. This quest will contain heavy Madoka Magica spoilers, so if you haven’t seen the anime series yet I’d recommend you close this thread and correct that mistake while having some good-ass mascarpone. That being said, if you still are interested in participating in this quest, stick around. I may have something for you.

◕ The update format this quest will follow is ‘sporadic, retardedly huge multiple gigaposts’. Because of capitalism, this quest will likely only update on weekends. Of course, if any of my players are late to the party and can’t post on the weekend I’ll make room. Updating for a single character during weekdays is one thing, updating for six while snorting C++ like Scarface is quite another.
That being said, I will try to sneak smaller updates when I can.

◕ In the previous thread, districts seem to have been swarmed by strange flying Toys, wooden constructs capable of magic carrying magical patterns similar to those of a Magical Girl’s. A bizarre violet tower emerged at the center of Buenos Aires, right over the entrance to the Labyrinth of the Witch of Peace, the only neutral area in the city. And, for some reason, the minds of five unrelated Magical Girls have become linked through space and time. While retaining their own free will, now these have access to each other’s thoughts.

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STUFF (you can skip this)

◕ Many mechanics from last thread have been heavily simplified, some intentionally but others because game design is no joke and I’d rather be safe and boring than having megucas no-clipping through the floor. It was either this or waiting another month but don’t worry: we’ll have them, in time. The same pattern from the first thread still remains: you either roll your stat or bullshit your way to roll a stronger stat to do the same thing. Just argue with me.

◕ As promised, stats have been overhauled- a bit, at least. The most notorious change is the addition of Perception, which now does all that Wisdom used to and now Wisdom is all about being a good girl™.You’ll see. I’ve rearranged the current character sheets to how I thought would make sense so just bitch at me if you think something is nonsense. All that being said, and thanks to the timeskip, all gucas from first thread get one more point to distribute freely. Rita, please, fucking pleaaaaaaasee add it to Mind, i’ve low key done this all this circus just for that, girl wake up.

◕ There are no more random events. The point of them was to keep things fair in case my girls got the itch to just go full psycho and hunt each other down, full retard, but I’ve decided to dumb down the whole thing so I can be a bit more arbitrary. One, because fitting random events into specific contexts was too tiring. And two, because pretty much every qm in existence just flings whatever the fuck they want to the players and it seems to work great.
Of course, to make my raw favoritism for Emma a bit harder to notice I’ve come up with an alternative to random events: Luck rolls. What they do is simple; depending on how they go, the situation is as bad or as good as it could be. Luck rolls don’t determine how something goes, but how hard the situation will be to resolve. If you want to get shit done, use either your brain or your stats.

◕ Setting a few realistic expectations: I am not a native english speaker. I’ve read through the entirety of the last thread again and I’m sorry, I’m so fucking sorry guys. The typos were so bad that I couldn’t understand some of the sentences. Mid-thread, I've even gone as far as using Grammarly to spare you some suffering, but not even that was enough to save some of the posts. This time, I will proofread EVERYTHING before posting. Meaning, posts /will/ be slower.

Holy shit.

WE ARE FUCKING BACK GIRLBOSSES

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◕ A few notes on narrative: Players are the consciousness of their character. Me, on the other hand, am the african american magical lamp peddler in charge of the /subconscious/ of the characters. This means that if for some reason you say ‘fuck it’ and decide to go full yuri menhera on an npc your character /will/ have to roll against the fear of being rejected before even walking up to the girl it likes like she’s about to shit itself on the spot. Unless it’s Lucinda.
Basically, if you could phrase your votes like “Punch Jimena in the face” instead of ‘Erika finally fucking had it so she punches Jimena in the face to feel better’ you’ll help me burn out slower. It’s not that I don’t like those kinds of posts, last thread was a blast, it’s just that I took so long to make sure I got what you guys wanted right that shit took like six hours. Also should I keep posting with stock images y/n?

◕ FAQ:
Q: You said ONE month dipshit.
A: Trust me, the QM curse is real. Yes, it’s an excuse. Yes, I’m using it. No for real, I lost my job and had to learn Unreal Engine 5 from scratch to get an interview. I got bit by a spider. I got my water cut a minute into the shower, then I had to dry myself with toilet paper cuz the towel fell out of the window while it was drying. And I’m gonna have to hear Indian guys on youtube and post megucas at the same time. Mercy on my ass.

Q: Why did you change your name? Nigga you avatarfagging as an anime girl now like fr?
A: yep. It stands to reason that if im forcing my dear bois to rp as frilly princesses I have to at the very least do the same. But for real, I think that if you aren’t ready to cringe then you won’t be making anyone feel anything anytime. So fuck that. Here, you are the little girl.

Q: This is too high-effort.
A: We won’t be sinking for a lack of trying. We'll sink to yuribait rp, arguments about mechanics, and burnout over keeping notes on 6 different MCs.

Q: I don’t know what to sell to make ends meet this month.
A: Man that shit is too real, I’m so sorry, I dunno.

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◕ Now this is a big one for the megucas from the first thread. Aight things like this: I revamped the stat system. Every night I pray I never have to do this again. If worst comes to worst you bitches are rollin with the D&D system with Magic Missile and axes and all that shit, but for now we’ve got this once until someone figures out how to exploit the shit out of it.

But to what matters: I have adapted the stats of your gucas to what I thought would be equivalent.

Old ᕙ:
Power: Very Strong
Dexterity: Anti-Extreme
Constitution: Strong
Mind: Strong
Charisma: Strong
Intelligence: Strong
Wisdom: Anti-Extreme
New ᕙ:
£ Physical Affinity: Magnitude 6
λ Magical Affinity: Magnitude 5
彡 Dexterity: Magnitude 1
メ Perception: Magnitude 1
⸫ Wisdom: Magnitude 4
π Intelligence: Magnitude 5
ღ Charisma: Magnitude 5
φ Mind: Magnitude 5
Ω Constitution: Magnitude 5

Old ■-■:
Power: Normal
Dexterity:Strong
Constitution: Weak
Mind: Strong
Charisma: Anti-Extreme
Intelligence: Very Strong
Wisdom: Normal
New ■-■:
£ Physical Affinity: Magnitude 4
λ Magical Affinity: Magnitude 6
彡 Dexterity: Magnitude 5
メ Perception: Magnitude 4
⸫ Wisdom: Magnitude 2
π Intelligence: Magnitude 6
ღ Charisma: Magnitude 1
φ Mind: Magnitude 6
Ω Constitution: Magnitude 3

Old ▲:
Power: Weak
Dexterity: Weak
Constitution: Normal
Mind: Strong (lawl)
Charisma: Strong
Intelligence: Strong
Wisdom: Weak
New ▲:
£ Physical Affinity: Magnitude 2
λ Magical Affinity: Magnitude 4
彡 Dexterity: Magnitude 3
メ Perception: Magnitude 3
⸫ Wisdom: Magnitude 7
π Intelligence: Magnitude 5
ღ Charisma: Magnitude 6
φ Mind: Magnitude 5
Ω Constitution: Magnitude 4

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Old ರೃ:
Power: Extreme
Dexterity: Normal
Constitution: Strong
Mind: Normal
Charisma: Anti-Extreme
Intelligence: Weak
Wisdom: Normal
New ರೃ:
£ Physical Affinity: Magnitude 7
λ Magical Affinity: Magnitude 7
彡 Dexterity: Magnitude 4
メ Perception: Magnitude 4
⸫ Wisdom: Magnitude 1
π Intelligence: Magnitude 3
ღ Charisma: Magnitude 1
φ Mind: Magnitude 4
Ω Constitution: Magnitude 6

Old 凸:
Power: Very Strong
Dexterity: Normal
Constitution: Very Strong
Mind: Weak
Charisma: Weak
Intelligence: Weak
Wisdom: Weak
New 凸:
£ Physical Affinity: Magnitude 6
λ Magical Affinity: Magnitude 6
彡 Dexterity: Magnitude 4
メ Perception: Magnitude 3
⸫ Wisdom: Magnitude 3
π Intelligence: Magnitude 3
ღ Charisma: Magnitude 3
φ Mind: Magnitude 3
Ω Constitution: Magnitude 6

Of very fucking course, you guys are more than absolutely welcome to call me out on bullshit, ask for stats to be assigned in some other way, and to ask stuff /only after watching the god damn webm that took me four hours/. As you already know, I’m more than open to negotiations.

Also I may have assigned more points to some megucas than others. I watched Puss in Boots too late and slept like shit.

>>5610070
>Also should I keep posting with stock images y/n?
Yes, if applicable or possible.

I wanna read the rest of this but I hunger for food and need to make dinner.
See you in a little while.

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and das it. all nigguca welcome in Meguca Royale- and so are you. unless you don’t thank @deculture first thing for the banner in which case i aint even bother reading your posts cuz that shit is fire. like look at it
for now, we be patient and wait for all our good main girls to come home so no guca is left behind. however, in the meantime, like right now, i’ve got something for you, random anon who just stumbled upon this thing. good shit. we doin a little experiment over here…

it goes like this. one of the character will be of public domain and as schizophrenic as usual. i'd ask my other gucas to refrain from giving it commands but this is the internetets, so all i can do is express my distate for the idea. and if nobody gives half a shit about this character, it will simply become an npc and gain its own agenda.

to my other gucas: wait. i'll wait till we all here. ive decided against prewriting cuz the dip in quality of writing would be significant, so if we are going to suck ass we'll do so right from the start.

but as for this little girl? we startin rite now.

and for fucks sake, i’ll try to make the updates shorter this time

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You dream.

Dreams are how our subconcious communicates with us. How it guides us.

Sometimes it wants to scare us, sometimes it seeks to encourage us, and sometimes it reminds us of good things we forgot that are worth fighting for.

But you?

You don't have much to remember. Not yet.

And despite that you find yourself soaring the dark blue skies of your dream, bouncing on the puffy skyscrapers, falling, screaming in excitement as the deafening wind soothes your fall only to rise again like a dragon.

In your dream; how are you?

>Distribute 20 points for a maximun of 6 in a single stat:
>£ Physical Affinity:
>λ Magical Affinity:
>彡 Dexterity:
>メ Perception:
>⸫ Wisdom:
>π Intelligence:
>ღ Charisma:
>φ Mind:
>Ω Constitution:

And in reality: what is your name?
>Pick a name.
>Pick an appareance.


(Note: Refer to the webm for specific data on each stat. It's pretty short.)

>>5610052
hopeless?

And he's back, ladies and gentlemen! He fought off the curse, at least for a little while!
Welcome back, and sorry to hear about all the shit that's happened. Stuff like that makes me want to joke about the curse a lot less. Just in case.
New logo looking good, though I assume it'll only be there for act/chapter 1, given the tower? Or I'm wrong and it's a normal clock tower, as a welcome back gift for Emma. I will say the basic blue board background makes the top part of the meguca and her staff a bit hard to see, unfortunately.
Thanks for the random shout-outs in the instructions I guess!
I'll have to take some time to re-read the new stats see what got transferred and how, and understand the wisdom rework, because that Magnitude 7 stands out a little, since the only others I see where derived from Extreme-ranked attributes.
Same for parsing through the mental state system, since I'll have to pay /extra/ attention to that one.
Also noted for the write-in limitations here >>5610070, will do my best to not got into too much details.

>random anon who just stumbled upon this thing
>>5610102
>£ Physical Affinity: 1
>λ Magical Affinity: 1
>彡 Dexterity: 1
>メ Perception: 1
>⸫ Wisdom: 4
>π Intelligence: 3
>ღ Charisma: 5
>φ Mind: 3
>Ω Constitution: 1
>Pick a name: Helen Troyes
>Pick an appearance: Squishy

A public domain character for others to control? That could eventually become an NPC with its own agenda due to the lack of shits given?

Sure, I'll assign stats to this mook.

20 points to work with, 9 points to make each stat 1 means 11 points to truly work with.

A diplomacer, I dub it, considering what I know of Puella Magi Madoka Magica, she will die to the witches, suffer a mental break and die, or be killed by those suffering from a mental break due to fighting witches.

>>5610047
You glorious bastard, you're back.
>>5610069
DAMN RIGHT WE ARE!
>>5610056
>all gucas from first thread get one more point to distribute freely.
Putting it into Magical Affinity.

>>5610094
This is a neat idea. I read another quest once that had a character with a similar concept. A bunch of different Megucas were taking turns piloting a single body after most of them had their true bodies destroyed and only their Soul Gems survived.

>>5610056
>all gucas from first thread get one more point to distribute
Adding it to 'Constitution' for an upgrade to Magnitude 7

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>>5610047
God fucking dammit I get a blackout just as you make presence you jinx. Let's get back on our shit.
>>5610056
>There are no more random events because pretty much every qm in existence just flings whatever the fuck they want to the players and it seems to work great.
sweet fuck you finally saw the light
> I’ve read through the entirety of the last thread again and I’m sorry
man, that's just part of the charm. I read it like three times while waiting
>>5610070
Nice webm, couldn't have made it faster?
>yep. It stands to reason that if im forcing my dear bois to rp as frilly princesses I have to at the very least do the same.
bold to assume i give a single fuck about this
>>5610074
of fucking course, the mental conditions weren't bad enough already
>stats
and right on gotta show that Emma favoritism by giving her two more points
I'm putting mine on Dex, sorry Giant Dad but i'm never catching a witch with these stats
>>5610094
thanks to whoever the fuck is that, the old op will be missed
damn you just can't help getting yourself in more shit
well I'm interested to see where this goes, good luck anons!

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>>5610112
thats so mean anon

>>5610125
shit does indeed happen, but nah no clock in that tower, im not that bad. let me know if shit is hard to understand and man im so glad you stuck around!

>>5610168
oh no I already had taken the base point into account, 6 is the max you can add into a single stat cuz 7 is the maximun magnitude. you got 9 more points to make your ultimate menhera!
also any name and qualities to add?

>>5610231
added, welcome aboard!

>>5610235
holy shit that seems pretty metal actually. in this case she just would be like your average quest mc, which is, imho, bad enough

>>5610249
added and >>5610069 fucking hell finally. desu i wont be doing that much till weekend but at least the thread is finally here

>>5610325
fucking hell really? did i give emma 2 more points subconciously? srsly you gotta believe, tho i wouldnt deserve it at all lmao
and im not sure where the FUCK this is going either, but thanks to last thread we at least know its going to go somewhere. god it makes me kinda anxious

aight as just stated i'm gonna just leave this thread floating for a while! for now, until weekend, im gonna focus on our new schizo experiment.

thread open niggucas

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>>5610056
>all gucas from first thread get one more point to distribute freely.
FINE, I'll put it into Mind.... we'll just assume that Rita's exposure to so many life lessons, anecdotes, and other crazy shit knocked some of her brain cells back into alignment or something.

>>5610069
Pic VERY related! We're BACKKKK

>>5610070
Stock images works!

>>5610094
Fuck yea, Decu. Was a rabid Magical Girl Noir fan back when it ran--mad respect.

Eager to see where the thread takes us!

Wow y'all put a lot of work in this. I'd join but this ain't really my thing. Good luck though.

>>5610350
>9 more points
Neat.
Time to rework the schizoid, whoTheFuck.png, who I will formally name Helen Troyes.
>>5610102
>£ Physical Affinity: 1
>λ Magical Affinity: 6
>彡 Dexterity: 1
>メ Perception: 3
>⸫ Wisdom: 4
>π Intelligence: 4
>ღ Charisma: 6
>φ Mind: 3
>Ω Constitution: 1

>qualities to add?
I don't know, a redhead, somber gal, proud, prone to passion, would help an old lady across the street, a secret shithead, and an orphan.

If any others are out there for making the character, feel free to voice in, I have no idea what I'm doing, so that could mean the character is too squishy or weirdly built.

>>5610610
I know, I've got my own guca to worry about (however long she lasts under the QM's focus lol) , but I'll give some advice here.
The original guca builder was made so that every Meguca started at normal (about 4 or 5 now), with the ability to nudge it up or down two times by reflecting the choice on another stat. Anons ran with it and made more unbalanced characters than intended of course, but that isn't necessarily the best.
Skills don't affect your roll bonus, they affect how many dices you roll. Normal means 1 dice, Strong means two take highest, but Weak meant you rolled two and took the lowest. A skill at 1 will probably lead to you rolling 4 die and taking the lowest. You have two attributes at 1. Con and Dex. Tanking and dodging. You can't do either. The moment you fail a char roll or get dragged into a fight, you'll probably get hit before you can use a magical attack. And you can't dodge or tank for shit, so chances are you'll die.
I think you should reconsider. There's a reason Gucas were supposed to be mostly balanced or have two stand-out stats. One very bad and one very good.

Also, questions for QM, how do the two types of attack work exactly? Does MA spend Despair Points?
Also, 20 points feels a bit low for the new girl. A normal guca from thread 1 would have all her stats at 3 or 4. With 9 stats now, that means either 27 or 36 points as a base. Or is it 18 or 27 since the first point is locked in?

>>5610350
Where did those two extra go? I'm still having a bit of trouble reading how the Magnitudes translate to the old stats.

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>>5610963
this will be very good to clarify shit i forgot to be specific about or straight up forgot to post

>but that isn't necessarily the best
i recall saying 'you can upgrade the stats of your qtie pink hair deredere at the cost of others but only three times' for that to be utterly ignored and thus end up with monsters like Jimena. which was funny enough to let happen and shes great

>Skills don't affect your roll bonus, they affect how many dices you roll.
that's dead and gone now, this time we'll only roll one dice.

so this is how magnitudes work now:
-we first compare the magnitude required for the action to the magnitude of the guca's stat. this determines the roll required to succeed.
-assuming your guca has magnitude 4 MA, this is how it would go when attempting actions of different magnitudes:

Magnitude 1: FREE (no roll required)
Magnitude 2: 20, DP: Mag*1
Magnitude 3: 30, DP: Mag*2
Magnitude 4: 50, DP: Mag*3
Magnitude 5: 70, DP: Mag*4
Magnitude 6: 80, DP: Mag*5
Magnitude 7: OUT (Out of reach)

basically, you'll need to roll 50 for actions of the same magnitude, 70 for +1 magnitude, etc, on any magnitude. the reasoning behind this is as follows: no matter how many times you shoot a steel wall with a rubber pellet, it aint gonna break.

>There's a reason Gucas were supposed to be mostly balanced or have two stand-out stats. One very bad and one very good.
i was under this same assumption 100% at the start, but desu now i think that going full bipolarity disorder has its own merits. you'll have to limit yourself only to the areas that you are good at, but if you can just keep on doing that you will always excel. you won't be elastic, but you'll hardly ever lose in your field.

>Also, questions for QM, how do the two types of attack work exactly? Does MA spend Despair Points?

physical attacks are simple: you beat the shit out of things. end of story. wheter you summon magical chains or swing your ballista scythe around the result is the same
magical affinity only affects the guca's personal magic, on the other hand. it's not used to attack directly. for example, jimena can just go full luffy, emma can brainwash innocent girls, rita does whatever ritas do, etc. as for dp wait i already answered that

>Also, 20 points feels a bit low for the new girl.
entirely intentional lawl

>Or is it 18 or 27 since the first point is locked in?
27, first point is locked in. i should have clarified.

>Where did those two extra go? I'm still having a bit of trouble reading how the Magnitudes translate to the old stats.
jimena is right, you got two extra points. entirely subconcious, i swear
as for translation, its pretty simple. the old unextreme is magnitude 1, and extreme is magnitude 7

i fucking knew i was forgetting stuff. for now ill keep track of questions and then pop up a new file to fill all the gaps.

>>5610610
love her. if nobody else chips in im going with this one tomorrow. kinda busy rn but felt we had gone long enough without a thread

So if I wanted the magic girls main shtick to be wind, say using it to glide, carry words, hide, or cut would that fall under magic affinity, physical affinity, or both?

>>5611104
That would be your personnal magic so it would fall on Magical Affinity, but what you get depends on your wish, which is magnitudes more important than stats and character traits. So start thinking it over (yeah yeah, pretty rich coming from me, you'll think)

>>5611104
the power a meguca ends up with depends on her wish, so its kind of a lottery. but if those were her powers then y, they'd all fall under MA. PA is only good for burying your elbow in someones chin

also captcha is 02NIG1 lawl

>>5611085
>i recall saying 'you can upgrade the stats of your qtie pink hair deredere at the cost of others but only three times' for that to be utterly ignored and thus end up with monsters like Jimena. which was funny enough to let happen and shes great
I thought it meant each stat could only be upgraded/degraded up to three times, which was true

to add onto whats being said, I've found in my short experience with the old system that the best stats at keeping you alive were Mind and Charisma, to keep your meguca happy, and Wisdom which was used for training and could make you suck less, but who knows if that still holds up.

>>5611085
>i recall saying 'you can upgrade the stats of your qtie pink hair deredere at the cost of others but only three times' for that to be utterly ignored and thus end up with monsters like Jimena. which was funny enough to let happen and shes great
I was undecided too because it was unclear if you meant per stat or in total. But since stats could only go 3 up or 3 down anyway, it wouldn't make much sense to repeat it, so I went with 3 times total.
>>5611112
Case in point.

>that's dead and gone now, this time we'll only roll one dice.
Oh. Good to know.
>DP: Mag*x
Wait, does that mean every action will cost DP? With 3 actions a turn, plus the new rules for draining DP with time, and even the best mental state having some decay, unlike in the system's v2...sheesh!


>1 is Unextreme.
Okay, so putting it down here:
Magnitude 1: Unextreme
Magnitude 2: Very Weak
Magnitude 3: Weak
Magnitude 4: Normal
Magnitude 5: Strong
Magnitude 6: Very strong
Magnitude 7: Extreme

Okay that makes it clearer, thanks. For some reason that wasn't adding up in my smol brain.
So looking at my stats, not sure what happened to the Affinities? They should both be at 3 for Weak, so you made Emma weaker but gave her power a boost, right? Dexterity is fine. Perception is the old Wisdom so fine as well. Wisdom I don't get. Intelligence is fine. Charisma is one too much, right. Mind is ok. Constitution is ok.

So an extra point to Charisma and probably at least one other for Wisdom?
I'll have to think on if I keep ether of those for the upgrade. I'll read back, see what makes sense for her character, as well as maybe something that'll improve her chances.

At this point I'm starting to wonder which strategy is the best in this current version. Full mind to last as long as possible, or combat beast to just get enough Grief Seeds to keep yourself alive.

>>5611189
so what I gather is that we had originally 28 points but with the new stats we got 9 (11 for you) more points split between magic and new wisdom, plus our freebie for the timeskip. Which results in Jimena ironically having decent wisdom now.

>>5611189
>I was undecided too because it was unclear if you meant per stat or in total.
>I thought it meant each stat could only be upgraded/degraded up to three times, which was true

a problem I seem to have consistently. the line between not saying enough and treating your readers like retards is so vague that learning to spot it is what writing is all about. its like when you describe a room or a character. the motherfucking who did moby dick spent a whole page describing a painting on a wall

so yeah, i fucked up lawl

>Wait, does that mean every action will cost DP?
ohnonononono, that's just for personal magic! and for personal magic that's more than two magnitudes below your current level. if Erika, who has 7 in MA, wanted to do use her Omniscience on Magnitudes 1,2,3, or 4 it would be totally free. i wanted you guys to be free to fuck around a bit more without growing paranoid about the little gem going black
but just a bit

>So looking at my stats, not sure what happened to the Affinities?
i kinda just changed emma's stats into what i thought would be more similar to her old stats- and then just stuck magnitude 7 wisdom into her neck like it was that plug from The Matrix.
the reason is simple. last thread, Charisma was both in charge of being empathic and of being convincing. fairly sure there's no need to explain why that's true bullshit.
as for Erika and Lucinda, well they are neither convincing nor empathic (except for Erika who got ONE more point in Wisdom than Lucinda) so the rest of the points went straight to their muscles
but if you think something doesn't fit just let me know and we'll go full xzibit on emma, we'll pimp-my-guca the meguca

>At this point I'm starting to wonder which strategy is the best in this current version.
oh don't think to hard on it, and don't read last thread just to min-max. every stat is good!

PA meguca: i punch things :D
MA meguca: i OSDJ;AIS4D#"J;ASeioasue09(E'8EWM :D
Dex meguca: im fast and sneaky :D
Per meguca: im OH FUCK RU
Wis meguca: im happy and nice :D
Int meguca: Provided I have resources and prep time I do whatever the fuck i want :D
Con meguca: im a meat wall :D
Mind meguca: im not on xanax :D

see? you can go about it however you want. pick your context carefully and shit should be dandy. some megucas make do with services and get paid in grief seeds. its actually super common.

>>5611206
>Which results in Jimena ironically having decent wisdom now.
wisdom was perception before. dont worry, our little Jimena is still as much as an autistic fuckwad as usual; it just became clear that she's also a kind person.

>Wisdom which was used for training and could make you suck less
removed. now you can train with whatever stat. the cost is time and time is important enough to a guca, so its fair.

got a tech interview on saturday. i'll try to squeeze shit in though, maybe i'll finally do short updates

Magic is cool no matter what it is, so that means 6-2=4, so 3 and below magnitude for Helen can be used without cost, hopefully, maybe, delirium probably. But, God, I hope what I've statted doesn't hamstring future users.

Early Helen's wish, so this show can get going, could change if any others want a different wish for this public domain character:
Freedom, free of her duties, beholden to no one but herself, free to come and go as she pleases, free as a bird soaring overhead in the skies, no matter the weather.

When I think about it, it is a very selfish wish compared to what was seemingly wished for in the show.

>>5611271
>don't read last thread just to min-max
Is it an issue if I haven't read the last thread?

>>5611370
>Freedom, free of her duties, beholden to no one but herself, free to come and go as she pleases, free as a bird soaring overhead in the skies, no matter the weather.
oh boy, who's gonna tell him

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>>5611370
>Freedom
Are you intentionally trying to get killed?

Naw fr, it can be freedom. IDC about it. Could actually be interesting to see two magical girls who wished for the same thing, but got different results.

>>5611370
>>5611377
lmao, is this gonna be trend

>kyubey: what's your wish?
>half of Buenos Aires teenage girls:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lLCEUpIg8rE

>When I think about it, it is a very selfish wish compared to what was seemingly wished for in the show.
man, you should see the shit most of us wished for kek
>Is it an issue if I haven't read the last thread?
nah, do it anyways, its pretty fun in my opinion

>>5611370
Maybe to differentiate things a bit from the other girl's wish for Freedom, Helen's wish could be something along the lines of "The freedom to become exactly who she wants to be." Essentially the freedom to alter herself to fit her ambitions, regardless of her original circumstances.

It could play into the fact that she is the public character, and thus may have a personality that is in flux.

>>5611443
Sure, though, I was thinking more of Helen just wanting to outright dismiss obligations and brush them aside to do whatever she wants. Slipping past control and all in typical teenage fashion.

The flux point is pretty good.

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>>5611393
>current year
>not wishing for a water park
Never change, you scamps.

>>5610070
Regarding our votes, QM, should we still enter whatever the fuck we want when interacting with each other or is there a better way to do it? I just remember our last interacting being a bit chaotic. Something tells me that won't be the last time we butt heads with each other.

Whilst we're waiting for the right time to begin and are still sorting ourselves out to finish the finer details, I would just like to ask something of my fellow menhera that I forgot to last thread.

Is there a scene from a piece of media (such as a film or TV series) that you feel most accurately encapsulates your character?

For example:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zB0SpyKGAm0
I feel like this scene from the Animatrix 'World Record' speaks volumes about what "Freedom" feels like in todays modern world. In a world swarming with so many different types of chains, we *all* want to be free.
But sometimes, we can never break free. We can only try.
Try and run as fast as we can, in hopes that even just one of us manages to 'break free' of it all, and reach the spirit of Nirvana that deep down, we all try to grasp and reach for.

>>5611594
>Never change, you scamps.
wasn't planning on it squirt
>>5612047
I can't think of a movie or anything but there is one quest mc that was in my mind when making Jimena. None other than the intrepid janitor of Bones Quest: Stanley Parble. Tho it's not a 1:1 resemblance thanks to our dear QM I think the broad strokes are there, autistic as fuck unproductive asshole girl that can do impressive things when she puts her mind to it and can roll with the bizarre things life throws at her by being a freak. Although, Stanley canonically isn't into ass.

>>5611443
>>5611496

aight so it seems we wont be getting that many anons in this quest. wutchu people from the dark say, should I just run with helen as is? im still balls deep busy but i can get the ball rolling at least. also im giddy that shes a diplomat type and i dont wanna risk it

>>5612616
Sure

>>5612616
Yeah, just run Helen as she be. We can play her character by ear.

>>5612616
If you're one of the anons, go for it, I'm not supposed to stop you beyond what I already said. I'll appreciate there being at least another guca who's kinda socially functional. They're quite rare, for obvious reasons.
If you're the QM without a trip, then sure, diplomats are nice, and it'd e interesting to see how they survive in the meguca/fauna ecosystem of Buenos Aires, as the kind of "animal" that can't hunt for food very well, no shade-throwing intended! Basically how do they get seeds if they aren"tphysical powerhouses? How do they fit into a team, what would they bring? Do Meguca teams even need a face archetype the same way RPG parties/cyberpunk netrunner groups would?

As for Emma...it's complicated. I've explained the name before, that this Emma got her name from a Dwarf Fortress adventurer, who was a variant of another character. Emma has been interesting, both similar and absolutely not. So I don't have anything she looks like so much as things she doesn't look like. Construction via whittling, I guess?
The interests central to these Emmas, and almost all of my Emmas, really, are things she is now unable to do because of her wish. Yet her decision was something most of them would do.
And yeah, I suppose on big difference is how she is the only Emma variant I have who doesn't look like a milf or is well on their way to becoming one. Who knows, she might hit a growth spurt if she somehow lives a few more years.

>>5612047
Nothing in cinema or TV comes to mind with Rita, but I had this one classmate back in Middle School who always came to school with a bunch of sugary crap in her lunch and would always be absent because she constantly had lice. No clue where she ended up, but I'll be damned if she wasn't inspiring.

If I had to attribute some media to our favorite street urchin I guess I'd go with https://youtu.be/r0Erq-Lu11w. Always itching for the next exciting distraction, that Rita.

Also fuck yes Animatrix was kino as all hell. Good call, Luce.
>>5612616
I'd wager more people might try to jump in once we get the ball rolling, but yea, I'd just go with her! Like Emma said it'll be interesting to have someone with vague social skills in our motley band of fuckups.

>>5612422
Sounds like a good fit for Jimena!

>>5612738
Emma strikes me as the 'still waters run deep' kind of gal. Interesting idea to use Dorf Fort Adventure Mode... that stuff gets in-depth as hell!

So I skimmed the first thread:
>Magic girls are loons.
>That's a lot of dice.
>I'm dumb and could've outright stated the wish as wanting the ability to control the wind. Or the ability to choose the possibility rather than some abstract freedom thingy.
>Helen’s name doesn't end with -a.
>Gosh that's some harsh mental attacks.
>Mammoth

>>5613393
>Magic girls are loons.
The first and main filter for becoming a guca is making a pact with a weird cat that talks and wants you to make a wish. The girls likely to take such an offer usually aren't the most stable, or functional. Then, as you've seen, the realities of a guca's existence (and the full ramification of what they did and signed up for) make it worse.
>That's a lot of dice.
Agreed, I got lost several time trying to see which was which. But two of the main sources of die are gone, being the random events and skill checks, respectively gone and reduced to a 1d100+ modifier.
>I'm dumb and could've outright stated the wish as wanting the ability to control the wind. Or the ability to choose the possibility rather than some abstract freedom thingy.
Where's the fun in that! Also, wish does not necessarily equal skill. Emma is a good girl who wished for "a big, happy family" and she got basically omnipotent mind control. I suppose because she's the kind of person who would almost never use it.
Rita(lin) wished for a waterpark, and we're still not sure what it is she does!
>Helen’s name doesn't end with -a.
It makes her distinct from the others, I'd say. But Helena/Hellena is still an option!
>Gosh that's some harsh mental attacks.
Yeah. Yeah...
The reason Emma got hit so hard, mechanics wise, is that the one-year timeskip roll went quite badly for her, which translated to her having shit luck for discovering the witching process. So a new guca shouldn't degrade to that state too quickly. Emma's mental breaks have been refined for months at this point. It does show how much of a slippery slope a guca's mental degradation can be. ou've seen how I tried to have her confront the trauma before it kills her, and how that can backfire. And now her family, which was something I'd hoped to use as a stable support network to keep her happy, is part of what makes her sick, because she refuses to admit to them that something is wrong, because she doesn't want them to know, but also because she doesn't want to disappoint.
It's a times like these were magical girl stuff crosses back into symbolism for real-life shit.
>Mammoth
On point for the one who people look at as an ice-queen type. Even if she's just got the people skill of an actual iceberg.

>>5613203
Not sure how you mean that, having looked at the proverb. And that specific Emma I haven't touched in a while. From the generated glossary, Imeredala means Rain-joins. It fit the character beautifully, since that Emma joined an elf village as an alligator-woman, probably on a rainy day, lived there a while, and decided to leave, probably to go find more people like her and have a family of her own. The Emma thing to do.

>>5613393
haha Woolley mammoth go meow ;)

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The lanky man was leaning back on his chair with both legs spread wide open in the air like he was about to give birth to a missile. His eldest daughter simply passed by him, shaking her head either in dismay or exasperation. Or both.

Dad: HeyHEY, hey look, bitch look!

Daughter: Dishes, fuck off.

Dad: Hey! You! Look, now!

From the corner of the big room where she slept in a hammock, Helen turns to look. The shock from finding him in such a stupid position is enough to steal her laugh. The man puts a lighter between his legs.

Dad: Lil Cigar, look, wanna see why they call me the dragon?

Helen blinks. The chorus of kids playing football outside and two different TVs way too loud didn't let the little girl hear. She stands (with some difficulty) and walks to the other side of the room, where the sink and fridge are.

Dad: Wanna see why they call me the dragon?

Helen: What a doragon?

Dad: Stand a little bit back so you can get a good lo-

A full-fledged woman enters the room. Considering the belly, maybe too much woman at once. She doesn't look happy.

Woman: Caught you MOTHERFUCKER

Dad: Oh, Christ-

Woman: Y'WERE SUPPOSED TO BE at the INTERVIEW. Y' BITCH ASS TOLD ME Y'GET Y'GONNA PUT YO ASS TO WORK LIKE A MONTH AGO

Dad: Hey HEY sugar, wanna see why they call me the dragon?

Woman: ...what the HELLare you doinAND in front of yo lil baby? AND YOU SUGAR ME??? IN FRONT OF MAH JESUS?

Dad: I told you like then times, that's Obi-Wan, that's not Jesus.

Woman: WAT DAT SMELL?

Eyes frowning like two guns taking aim, she sniffs one and then again with such force that Helen's red bangs are sucked in.

Dad: Lorena took a mutant shit again.

Daughter: Eighteen and you'll never see me again.

Dad: Aww come on girl, shit is natural.

Daughter: You think I'm joking.

Woman: Baby cmere baby, he high so stay low.

Dad: I'm not drugged. You keep saying that. I don't like it.

As the big woman very easily lifts Helen and takes her back to the hammock, the little girl spots her dad from over that rock of a shoulder. He seems quite upset; but quiet. Then he smiles.

Dad: Look, Helena. Look.

Helen looks.

Half a tenth of a second before the house exploded, Helen saw the dragon.

(cont!)

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Back in 2007 the left-wing candidate Cristina Fernandez de Kirchner assumed the presidency of Argentina, becoming the first female president in the history of the country. The vote count in her favor exceeded 45% of all overall votes, a typical number for politicians affiliated with the Peronist doctrine established by Juan Domingo Peron fifty years earlier, which innovated by targeting the lower social classes.

Came 2009, under severe social pressure, the law availing the "Universal Child Allowance Plan" is approved with the usual vast majority of votes. Even today, it ensures a monthly allowance to parents for each child under eighteen, on the condition that they remain either domestic workers, under informal employment, or straight-up unemployed.

The answer as to how this president managed this level of consistency in votes and as to why such a hefty law was passed is one and the same. Nestor Kirchner, previous president and Cristina's husband both, had abolished immigration regulation laws right at the start of his term in 2003. People that couldn't even wash dishes in their countries came flooding into Argentina, grateful for the opportunity to work low-end jobs and be blue-collar workers, grateful to the president that allowed them in.

Less than a year in, the job market became over-saturated.
And every year since there would be a bit more crime, and a bit more tin roofs.

A sea of slums had engulfed the city from below. By the time Francisco Troyes, brother to ten, had his tenth offspring, Helen Troyes, vice-president Cristina Kirchner was on trial and well on her way to a ten-year sentence. Families surviving solely on the Universal Child Allowance Plan had become commonplace if not the norm, the money hardly ever enough to feed all mouths. But they made do. Bills would be avoided by tapping into the power supply of nearby electric poles, hacking into the Wi-Fi of neighbors or sharing it among many families, by connecting to pipes through often leaking clandestine gas systems…

But what would a little kid know of all this. She just thought her big brother liked bikes a bit too much, because he had so many of them, that her big sis had too many friends, that her dad should just drink a little bit less sugar… What would a kid know? She had rice for breakfast, lunch, and dinner, and had learned to love it.

So when the orphanage lady told her that mom and dad were really, really busy, she was actually desperate to see them.

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The government pays the orphanages a sum for each kid they care for under their wing. Adoptions are rare; this isn’t a coincidence. By stockpiling on orphans and making the paperwork as hard as they can, owners of such asylums found they could fund ventures of their own. Among those orphans, Helen- who had lost her ability to speak.

And with so many orphans to care for it was only natural for the attention of the caretakers to become scattered. There were only so many of them, and they weren’t getting paid much. A very little Helen found herself torn off from her world so suddenly, like a rose plucked from the side of the road, only to wake up every day in a context that years later would remind her of school. Bullying was the norm. You either bullied or got bullied. If you didn’t get someone else to wash your dishes then you were going to do it for someone else. And no; there was no in-between. The few caretakers that kept their jobs had made it very clear that strength ruled.

Desperate to ask about her parents, still unable to write some words, Helen would just stand there and try to force words out of her mouth only to sound like a seal being sucked into a tornado and for people to laugh at her until she cried. And when her throat hurt, she would cry alone too.

In such a story, what do you do if you are frail? Like Helen? A rose, pretty but weak, small with smaller thorns, silent as the wheel comes. Those with no weapons can only lie or bluff, and you can’t do either without a pen or a voice.

One day, though, when she was taking out the trash for the third time, when she had already given up on talking, she spat some words. A completely clean chocolate bar had fallen from the bag and in her surprise she said: ‘dick season’. Every day, she continued to train hard. If only we knew the things we take for granted. Helen never managed to talk; but to whisper.

Yet every day she would ask about mom and dad, and every day she would get the same vague answer- at first, with a smile.

Helen: I want to see mom and dad.

She had to hug every single person she wanted to talk with; her voice was /that/ low. At some point, even the bullies stopped caring.

Big boy with a huge fucking scar: They don’t want you to see mom and dad. The theys pay them monkey to have you here.

Helen: Me?

Big boy with a huge fucking scar: Monkeys for you and every kid. They even pay them for Nacho.

Nacho being the kid with Downs Syndrome that had to get a motorcycle helmet glued to his head to keep him from cracking his own skull open because he wanted to be like a goat he once saw on Youtube. Helen wanted out- and she realized she now had the means to get out. The skill she learned over months of abuse. The one that wasn’t whispering.

It was simple. If they wanted to keep her here for money, then she just had to cost them more than they paid them.

Way more.

(cont!)

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Finally face to face, the orphanage director was having a hard time swallowing that such a little girl was the mastermind of the past /months/ of mayhem. Little walking cigar had been busy, that much he could tell. The rumors she planted like seeds grew into many fruits, seeds like gold being hidden in the tires of cars, the caretakers selling kids to butcher shops when they got too old, that X said that X stuck X in its ass, that once The Ghost ate you nobody would ever remember it happening. She wasn’t caught for that, though. Being a bit more direct, Helen had, by wearing the now missing mask from the ‘art room’, gotten other orphans to steal for her under the promise that she would teach them how to fly (which she managed to emulate by wearing dark clothes and talking from the dark). Unable to talk herself, the little girl had promised a boy that she'd marry him if he lent her his voice- who still believes it. For a while, nobody could even dream it was her. Untils Helen started spending all of that money on getting kids to break windows and set carpets on fire.

But that was part of the plan, of course. If she had to stay, what good would it be to make that dumpster even more hellish? And even after the spankings, she would get caught again and again, and each time the orphanage looked a little worse for wear- even from the outside. All part of the plan.

And every time she would ask them. She wanted to see mom and dad. Blind faith only lasts so many lies and she had no room for more. Helen had then, accidentally, managed to make the institution work as intended: she got herself signed up for adoption.

From across the table, the orphanage director squints at the trouble-maker. Proud of her red hair, she would bathe it in brilliantine every day and tell everyone that a dragon lives there, which she truly believed. Given she used red and gold, it looked like fire.

Director: So; little Ms. Helen.

Who stands up quietly. The man’s eyes widen and he even reels back when the girl closes in on him, but he doesn’t stop her.

Helen: Helena. I can’t talk.

Director: Here it says ‘Helen’. Don’t correct me.

Helen steps back with no answer. He seems nervous. She may only be eight and her voice may seem frail and trailing, but those eight years were packed. Thankfully enough, the old man is perfectly aware. He takes off his glasses.

Director: At this point I’m sure that treating you like a kid is a mistake. Today, you’ve earned to be addressed as an adult.

Still no answer. The man leans forward.

Director: You should be thankful.

She does so too.

Helen: Thank you.

Taken aback by her earnest yet firm answer, with such a timid, gentle voice, the man can’t help delving.

(cont!)

With the first family, it looked like things were going to be ok- for a while. It was when Helen figured out that they weren’t going to take her to her real Mom and Dad either that things went south and then underwater. Three times she was caught running away after stealing her mom’s cell phone, then one more in her old neighborhood after she was banned from the Internet. Afraid of what the neighbors could say, they resorted to beatings too; although they kept her from the net, she resorted to Facebook. The video exploded and the man ended up in jail, setting an interesting precedent given how common a practice it depicted. And she ended up with the orphans, the ‘donphans’ as they call themselves, once again.

Which led to this moment. He would perhaps allow himself to be a bit more lenient with a kid weren’t for what happened with the second, third, fourth, fifth, and sixth families they sent Helen to. At this point she should be considered no less than a clinical case, and so after countless reports and begging he would have to take the matters into his own hands.

Which he opens sideways, questioningly.

Director: So Helen; why do you do it?

Helen: Helena.

Director: You are pushing your luck. Now tell me.

Helen: I wanna go home. I wanna see mom and dad.

Director: I’m sure our dear Angel must have told you. Your mother and father are no longer with us.

Helen: Miss Ballsack told me Mom and Dad are in Japan fighting dinosaurs in a big robot.

Director: Miss… Ballsack.

He frowns, and yet.

Director: You mean Miss Dominica.

Helen nods, her throat already hurting. The fact that he could piece it together himself leaves the man out of words.

Director: I see. And you think that I’m lying too.

Helen nods.

Director: Come with me.

(cont!)

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Standing in front of the graves, the man glances sideways. Around, the brown leaves on the trees drop drops that shine like gold. The air is cold. Helen is wearing the Directors huge winter jacket.

Helen had to learn how to read in a hurry. She wishes she didn’t, right now. Because in the corners of her mind there’s still room to believe that this is just another lie. Instead of giving a witty remark, the man respects the sacred silence and simply limits herself to be there, because there is no man without a code. Yet he sighs; the worst is yet to come. A tiny hand pulls down his sleeve; the director crouches.

Helen: Is mom in heaven?

Director: I don’t know. I’m an atheist.

Helen: Wanna know a secret?

Director: Ok.

Helen: Dad isn’t down there. He is a dragon, and he’s in my hair.

The man turns to look at Helen with no less than utter pity. The girl isn’t even shaking, not even from the cold. Bitting his lip, the man nods only to himself.

Director: Helena, look at me. I am not good at this

She looks.

Director: If in the future you are angry at me for telling you this like this right now, then come whenever, I will be waiting. I don’t know any better. Your father was part of a human trafficking circle and your name was found on a list. He had promised you to a customer from overseas, for a huge sum. I am sorry. I have all the evidence to support this, should you ever want to see it when you grow up.

Helen looks back at the grave. But where there should be tears there’s nothing but confusion. Lately, she can’t cry.

Helen: Then who’s the dragon in my hair?

Director: Well, how to put this…

He looks up to the sky, and closes his eyes. Despite it all, he does understand kids.

Director: It’s the dragon that saved you from them. That’s why you survived. And now it's looking after you. Come, let’s have a burger.

Helen follows the old man, the tombstone growing smaller with distance. It made sense. The president had people, her family had children, the orphanage had orphans, the Phantom of the Bathroom had followers- and they all got something out of them. That was the game. She had been playing it from the start. What the game is about is getting other people to do what you want. That’s how you win. If her dad had sold her out, he would have won the game.

This is why Helen Troyes believes there is a dragon in her hair. Because the director of the orphanage, the man who already owns her, would win nothing by lying to her.

(cont in a while!)

The door closes behind her. At the entrance, the director had left Helen to sort herself out while he went out for smokes- a tiny vote of confidence. He had been a gentlemen, so far, but left one thing clear: fuck around, find out. One more, and you are out on the streets. For the simple, logical reason that there was no one else for her to go anymore. Helen just stays there, stuck. Even with what little years, the girl can tell the other kids figure out that fighting back is out of the question she’s beyond fucked. Who thankfully remain respectfully aware of her. As in scared.

Helen turns around and finds a single light in the darkness behind the windows of the door, a red, burning dot. It seems that a man like the direction will always have some on him. She heads back to her room, which she shares with thirteen other kids (something that she considers normal), and opens the door all the so slowly, with a painful, creaking sound.

(cont!)

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The lights are already off. Except, of course, for the light of the secret cellphone. Which she helped snatch from one of the carekeepers and is now used like a bonfire in the dark. When Helen sees that light glinting from the eyes on the kids that should be sleeping, she walks straight towards them instead of going to bed.

Jimmy: Got caught? Did you kiss the director to get out?

Jimmy Two: Did you suck his dick?

Jimmy Two laughs at his own joke but is promptly bitch-slapped by the Original Jimmy, the one and only. Who he then stares at, red-eyed.

Jimmy Two: I didn't like you doing that.

Jimmy: You are going to wake everyone up dumbass.

Jimmy Two: Say sorry to me or I'll kill you.

As it gets awkward, one of the girls has the courtesy of flinging a notebook at Helen, which she catches without batting an eye. A pen lingers from it, stuck to its corner through a wire. She writes on a page without haste.

Helen: "They want to send me to a madhouse."

They all stare intently at the wide-open notebook, which includes a crude drawing. In it, a guy in a building is stabbing himself in the eye and smiling.

Anna: Well I would. Stop fighting you retards. You made up the Ghost, true or false?

Helen: "False."

Anna: Well stupid, Ballsack says ghosts are stupid and that movies-

She didn't even notice Helen approaching, who gently reaches out for her ear.

Helen: It can hear you.

When she leaned back, Anna was perfectly silent. Even the Jimmies could tell something was wrong, but said nothing as Helen kept on drawing.

Helen: "The Ghost doesn't want money or food from you. If you want to be safe from the Ghost you need one of these."

She draws, from the pocket, two small green balls. Marbles; known to any kid, the first step to gambling hard cash.

Helen: "The green marbles do nothing. They arent magic and any green marble works. The Ghost left his only friend a special marble that was green to keep him safe from himself. It can't tell them apart now."

Jimmy: She's lying again.

But he looks scared.

Helen: "I only have one more. Any you can find works."

And she gives it to Anna, the ceiling tinted green for a second as she carries it over the cellphone's light. Then Helen writes again.

Helen: "Next time be nice."

Jimmy Two: I think she's lying too.

Anna: Me too.

Jimmy: Then give me the marble.

Anna: If you touch my marble me and Jimmy Two will turn you into Cesar Two.

Whose first iteration was watching at them from the corner. Barely seen under the moonlight, Julius Cesar was missing the top half of his cranium, the surface on his head smooth enough to carry a beer. Everybody knows that if you stare at him long enough he screams and shits himself.

Helen: "I'm going to bed. If I don't have my marble tomorrow I will stab the three of you before the Ghost takes me. Goodnight."

Turning around from the makeshift bonfire, Helen heads to bed. Green marbles are very hard to come by and she just happens to have plenty. Very convenient.

(cont!)

No. She did not sleep. And wandering around in the night could put her in the spotlight so Helen settled for simply staring at the roof, waiting for the sun.

Alone, in the middle of the night, it hit her, the darkest part of it all: that she had been lucky. Years in the orphanage had made her aware of what the dragon saved her from, and the reality she swallowed that night is that she isn't even ready to think about it. By hunting down her parents she had closed each and every door to a normal life, on her own, when only one out of a hundred orphans gets to leave before becoming eighteen years old. By looking for Mom and Dad, she had missed out on Mom and Dad. Soothingly, something inside of her breaks.

It can't get worse.

Helen Troyes stands. Scared of the bed, scared of her own head, the little and gentle eight years old girl walks across the dark, which she never had time to fear. She knows what she needs. The orphanage has an old, very mean cat, which she had managed to befriend after much trial and error. It has what she wants, that much she knows, what Helen does not know is what that is.

As she wanders, the sun sets. Worried that the cat got stuck in the fence again, she pushes open the creaking wooden door to the backyard with her whole body. She steps into the wet grass, shivers, and takes another step, as Mr. Water Sprinkler spins and works hard, sprinkling water all over the shining leaves. Spotting the cat on the fence, she doesn’t even lift her long skirt as she maneuvers around the little rain, her tiny toes drumming against the dirt and mud as she endures the morning sun. But the cat isn’t stuck and it doesn’t have black stains anymore, and its eyes aren’t yellow now but red and black.

Behind it, a titanic tower, with thick, violet pulsing veins creeps over all she knows.

Helen can’t even gasp.

/人◕ ‿‿ ◕人＼: Hello, Helen Troyes. Make a contract with me and become an Incubator.

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The cat just talked. And the tower is big. And it looks like it’s about to fall on its left any second now.

/人◕ ‿‿ ◕人＼: I see. You must have questions. Ask me anything that you want. I have nothing to hide from you, Helen.

???: I’d bet this little girl is simply scared, Holy Kyubey.

From the shadow of the old lemon tree with a hundred carvings a big girl is made by the light as she steps out of the dark. Her short hair is yellow as the sun with black shades, she wears a simple white top-tank and long, blue jeans. And despite the weird eyes, Helen is totally sure that she's prettier than any woman she ever saw on TV, the prettiest woman in the world.

???: Don’t worry. The Violet Tower seems bigger the further you are from it. It’s very far, in reality.

Mouth still gaping, Helen barely even moves as the stranger walks up to her. That soothing voice calmed her down. That soothing voice seems sad.

???: You just want someone to protect you, don't you?

The little girl nods but only out of reflex- it isn't exactly true, after all. The bigger girl frowns, then kneels and grabs those tiny hands between hers.

???: I am a hunter of Witches. Witches are ghosts that devour innocent people. But there aren't many like me anymore. With your help, we could be more.

Helen walks up to the woman and wraps those tiny arms around her neck as the woman kneels. She even smells nice.

Helen: Bitches?

???: Witches. That’s a bad word. Don’t say bad words with such a pretty little mouth.

Yet she shakes ever so slightly, and Helen smiles too. Ghosts; she heard that one before. She said that one before, too.

She knows about the Universal Child Allowance Plan.

/人◕ ‿‿ ◕人＼: Helen Troyes, we need your help. If you make a contract with me you will help other individuals such as yourself defend their own blood progenitors.

Helen: Helena.

The cat visibly recalculates.

/人◕ ‿‿ ◕人＼: Helena Troyes. Make a contract with me and become an Incubator. Repeat after me: “I wish to become an Incubator”.

???: And don’t worry little thing. I’ll always be by your side- as you make everyone’s wishes come true.

Like the yolk of an egg in a pan, the morning sun rises over the Violet Tower, the cat, the big and the little girl. Mr. Water Sprinkler takes no breaks and makes the blades of glass shine, its tiny engine purring as it helps everything in the garden be happy.

Helen walks up to the cat, who lifts up one of its massive ears in a perfect, comical way.

Helen: So if I say that I'll have a family?

/人◕ ‿‿ ◕人＼: Yes. I can make any wish come true, Helena. If you say "I wish to become an Incubator" then that wish will be granted.

Helen glances at the woman with the weird eyes- who just gives back a cute wink. They are trying to use her. That's ok; she does that too. It's how things work.

>?

aight so thing like this. the >? means start talking shit until you fellows of the dark come to an agreement, or at least to a majority. niggucas can chip in but not vote. there are no inputs in this quest cuz i dont wany to imply i want any kind of direction, so what I'll do is make the situation as stupidly obvious as possible

>>5611393
nigga /I/ would wish for that, fuck working, just give me rice and a laptop.

>>5611594
assume every meta interaction in the thread is already happening in the collective mind of the gucas and dont even write it in your post. if you quote jimena to call her a cunt then that is already happening in the story.

im sure that will make things simpler. unless i missed the point of your question.

>>5612047
this whole quest is based on music by Sergio Mendez.

>>5612422
fits

>>5612738
no archetypes. megucas often hire each other when they need their particular magical power. theres so much shit they can do that it's often just a matter of thinking how to exploit a particular power for profit. maybe your mammoth is dying and all you can do is phase through walls; get a meguca that can heal and there you go.

also wow really, never expected the emma to have a dorf background. thankfully ive been rereading the Ogre Civ quest for practice, so in ready
and shes as close to a milf as a guca can get anyway. 18 years old is actually fucking rare, man.

oh fuck brb

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>>5614034
once again, op has bested himself at writing the angstiest shit imaginable, dear Madoka

Welcome to the jam, the ball is in your court anon(s). tho if I were you I wouldn't try anything clever just yet

>>5614069
>assume every meta interaction in the thread is already happening in the collective mind of the gucas and dont even write it in your post
cool, they now know they are playthings of weirdos in a korean soap opera rp forum, they weren't fucked in the head enough
>if you quote jimena to call her a cunt then that is already happening in the story.
im sensing a lot of animosity my way lately. I don't know what I did to deserve it but I would do it again

i'm also thinking none of you played Bones Quest and I pity you

zzYIXoLV Phone posting, but hot damn, that is a hardcore backstory for an 8-year-old magic girl. Watching your dad blow up is bound to mess up some screws.

So we have to make the wish. I’m a fan of wishing for freedom but along the lines of being able to choose the future which Helen best judges fit her ambitions, whether that be a future for choosing family or gaining power. More of a method for obtaining a result.

>>5614128
oh no it's not animosity, i call my homie cock blackhole and he says i talk like i have cerebral palsy. its just that out of the girls jimena is the only one used to banter, she'd get called a cock goblin and not bat an eye

>>5613203
animatrix was way too much for its time, creepy as fuck but also cool
and i agree 100% with the video

>>5613393
correct

>>5613427
fucking with trauma should be done with pin-point precission, which is why much therapist settle for just making time and getting rich while they are at it. when it comes to mental illness we still are like monkeys with rocket launchers

also lawl wisdom. funny how the entirety of emma's personality comes from fucking up how just one stat and now her whole wish turned against her and we are stuck with her. shes my sin

also wtf emma was an alligator??

>>5614158
overfriendly already aren't you? jk, this is 4chan you don't need an excuse to call anyone names. coincidentally, you write like an AI trained on anitwitter and online games chats.

although I'll admit, that last image gave me chills

>>5614141
I don't know if anyone's told you this already but you are supposed to tag the qms post and say what you want to do

>>5614034
>Incubator
Uh oh, senpai. Also that image is fantastic--good idea with the different fonts!
>>5614141
Yep, would probably be a good idea to lock down the future she wants--these Faustian deals always seem to bite you in the ass so you might as well make the best of it!

>>5614158
Now picturing Emma as an Alligator in a Meguca outfit, thanks

>>5614261
>you write like an AI trained on anitwitter and online games chats.

fucking murdered

>>5614034
>That image
Ah, *there's* the schizophrenia you were talking about lol.

It's giving me an interesting idea. I don't know if it's really feasible or if it jives with what the other anon has in mind for Helena's character, but I just wanted to write my thoughts out.

Basically, the image made me think that maybe there are many possible alternative versions of Helena, one for each of the different possible wishes she could have made. And somehow the wish that she ends up making here allows her to alter herself to embody the version of herself that made a particular wish, and the circumstances around her alter themselves to fit that version of herself.

So she could use her power to become the version of herself that wished to be a billionaire and suddenly she's fabulously rich and has a mansion. But then is she wants to be the version of herself that wished her brother was alive again, she would have her brother back, but they might still be dirt poor orphans. And if she were to switch to something else again, then she would have to experience the loss of her brother again. Perhaps an interesting limitation could be that once she has used a version of herself and switched to another, then she could never use it again.

Basically, she would have the freedom to choose whatever life for herself that she could possibly want, but she can only have one of her desires be fulfilled at a given time, and she would have to sacrifice whatever version of happiness that version of herself may have found if she needs to switch to something else.

>>5614353
that's basically "I want more wishes" with extra steps. and it'd be a bit awkward since we got our wishes there
also there's a lot of awful wishes if you haven't noticed

>>5614034
>"I wish to be able to see the possible paths of things and will which path is taken."

Wording of the wish that I would want.

>>5614353
That's pretty cool idea about choosing the version which Helena would want, though I wonder in that scenario if the cumulative weight of those experiences would bore down our young guca's mind.

>>5614158
>>5614294
>Alligator Emma.
I find it funny how that may be the one thing from previous Emmas that sticks. It was a species name in A, so it was on top of the list for picking a species. And I'd heard great things about the melee/grappling system, so I figured I'd see how efficient biting with an alligator-maw would be. Pretty nice, it turns out.
Alligator Emma really only contributed the name. The alligator part doesn't matter much.
The first version of Emma is...well I suppose a bit screwed mentally after all this time. Not much of her to be seen in this one, even the appearance is different. But yeah enough of her aspirations filtered over to take part in the current game of "screw with Emma's mental health".
>stuck with her
Until she dies or I somehow pull her ass out of this specific mind fire.
I'm not sure if she'd die sad for disappointing her family and making them sad, sad that she couldn't fully appreciate them, or happy that she leaves behind something she believes worthwhile, even if she didn't work very hard for it.
Well hopefully we can avoid that for a bit.

And I still need to assign a point. Or maybe remove one since Emma got extra?

Since the other anon posted their thoughts about Helena, I'll do the same.

Dad is dead, mom is gone, and Helena has burned all possibilities of ordinary life in search of the past. Fate is a bastard, and the past is something unable to be controlled in any normal fashion besides the wish-granting eldritch /人◕ ‿‿ ◕人＼, but the future is something that still awaits to be seized. So find a family to call hers, shatter any challenge she faces, and tread a path of her choice.

Freedom through control.

Also don't think we have much control over the powers besides broad strokes in the wishes. Could be mistaken.

>>5614141
>Watching your dad blow up is bound to mess up some screws.
the blast was so strong that she couldnt parse what happened after those 0.05 seconds of searing light. what truly saved her screws was being so down for the count that she woke up much after they dug her out of her mother

yeah its edgy as fuck, but at least this shit is real

>>5614294
i considered adding a background but settled for simplicity because kyubey is a simple cat.

>>5614353
if the context has to alter itself to fit her then you might as well just be swapping timelines altogether. every factor is interlocked in the universe, so the cascade effect would be endless. another point to be made would be that her memories would have to fit the new 'her', and yet another would be that her magical power would change according to the new wish so she wouldnt be able to use the original one after the very first swap

basically, you so greedy!

>>5614378
keeping this one in mind, lets give it a bit and see what pops up. desu im not even sure ill be able to update today, im on a 6 hours bus ride

>>5614444
all this time Emma was an alligator, got it.

>And I still need to assign a point. Or maybe remove one since Emma got extra?
oh sure, yeah, where do you want that point?

>>5614454
i wrote a wholeass answer and then deleted when i remembered kyubey is right in front of you

aight lets give it a bit more. updates very likely tomorrow

>>5614711
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=n1qgLj8WZJg
C U tomorrow then my man!
Make sure you get enough rest, good luck enduring that bus ride, make sure to stretch your legs when you can to get good circulation.

Enjoy this funny cowboy song in the meantime!
It's the key to "The True Man's World".

>>5614711
She was at one point, but one can argue it was a point that mattered.

>oh sure, yeah, where do you want that point?
Feel a bit bad for getting freebies, but then again Emma could use those.
Pump mind. It's meta, but I just reread the new mental conditions. Stacking debuffs, including to mind. At least it takes Depressive events to tank mind, so the death spiral potential isn't too bad, but with how likely Emma is to get the panic and psychotic ones already... also, did I hallucinate or was there something about failing rolls having a chance to worsen mental conditions or triggering an event? Might have it confused with needing successes to override debuffs. Speaking of, is it successes related to what caused the MCE, or succeeding using stats being lowered by it?

To give this a fluff reason, Emma's mind has been straining for months under this shit. It hasn't managed to kill her quite yet or turn her into a vegetable, so it's got to be making her stronger, right? Doesn't matter if it's true, she just has to believe in it, and it'll be almost the same thing anyway.

Also, wait, did Kyubey say Helen(a, I take some credit for that!) would become an Incubator? Isn't that what he is?

>>5614790
Also, that gives Emma two skills at six, one at seven. So much for her being balanced I suppose!
Well, the sooner she can stop her mind from tearing her body apart, the sooner she can get her Dex up, at least. That was almost where I put the point, since you made it clear in thread 1 that dodging was much better for the average frail guca than trying to take hits on the chin. Also, is there still the instakill chance with attack connecting to the Soul Gem? Another reason to get Dex over Con. Then again, with how often Emma has been sick or has thrown up last thread, her having a decent constitution is probably for the best...

>>5614745
manly
also yes yes yes yes
didnt even know it was jojo and still thought it was cool

>>5614790
what freebies? this is a fair quest.
mind it is

>did I hallucinate or was there something about failing rolls having a chance to worsen mental conditions or triggering an event?
only mind rolls, which are triggered by critical or scary situations. if the roll is bad enough and you are in a bad mental condition then an mce is triggered.

>is it successes related to what caused the MCE or-
this one. if a witch that looks like a snake got your leg, then are gonna have to look for a big snake and wrestle it. kinda like that. you will know cuz.

>so it's got to be making her stronger, right?
in a way, yes, but in a way that also hurts her. say you had to survive eating spiders and somehow your stomach adapts at some point. theres no telling what sort of changes it had to go through and how those will react once you eat actually healthy food.
tldr you dont get extra stats, but going lower in the mc tier gets harder.

>Also, wait, did Kyubey say Helen(a, I take some credit for that!) would become an Incubator? Isn't that what he is?

yup

>Also, is there still the instakill chance with attack connecting to the Soul Gem?
yes but i forgot to add it.also my version was only considering dex in calculations. now i realize that would make con kinda pointless so both stats will reduce the chance

and no. having more con wont make emma throw up less. we are a quest with standards

also kinda surprised no one said that people /talk/ now. i took theater mode dialogue because a) i dig it b) it makes updates seem longer for the dame amount of effort c) no 'said' every five seconds flat

>>5614850
Araki has great taste in music.
Especially during part 7.

>>5614850
>also kinda surprised no one said that people /talk/ now. i took theater mode dialogue because a) i dig it b) it makes updates seem longer for the dame amount of effort c) no 'said' every five seconds flat
alright, congratulations for reaching a minimum standard that almost every quest reaches in your second thread. I was almost scared that mentioning it would make you backtrack like what happened to random events.

>>5614711
>dug her out of her mother
The lady in that opening scene was Helena’s mother? I thought it was her sister since the title given in the text was Daughter.
>>5614850
>no one said that people /talk/ now.
Considering there where scenes which had all the MCs in 1 place, I can understand why you switched to such a system.

Kyubey be like: Hm, today I will indirectly kill little girls to fuel my alien masters gaming PC.

>>5616185
>Erika uses /omiscience/ on Kyubey not to gain a greater understanding of magic, but to get the password to his ayylmaoware gaming PC

How is the magic magnitude for an act determined? For possible(?) examples, if controlling paths magic is gained for Helena:
>Guiding steps to dodge.
>To make a plant grow, whether to bear fruit or have a branch suddenly grow and hit something.
>Healing by speeding up the natural path of healing.
>Or making someone wither by advancing their bodily process’ to their path’s natural end, a husk.
>Shifting the path of a blow so it misses.
>Cheating at coin flips.
>Drying clothes.
>Drawing the path of lighting in stormy weather to hit an opponent.

>>5616392
it's basically up to how Lumina feels like, but you can also choose the magnitude, it's weird

>>5614855
wait isnt steel ball run part 7?

>>5614858
damn straight nigga we levelin up

>>5615109
i put "woman" to make it ambiguous on purpose, but yeah to helen-a that was mom

>>5616185
the masters only use to call people faggots on b

>>5616392
what >>5616440 said. ive come to terms with the fact that theres no way to accurately measure all of this shit (all stats included), so what we do here is have an idea and then argue and then go for what makes the most sense.

that being said, magnitudes are established in advance. except when dealing with deliberately secret factors, in which case you can either gamble and risk getting railroaded or figure out stuff in advance one way or the other

also im not the qm

>>5616515
>wait isnt steel ball run part 7?
Yeah.

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[i]Helen glances at the woman with the weird eyes- who just gives back a cute wink. They are trying to use her. That's ok; she does that too. It's how things work.[/i]

The little girl is sure they wouldn't mind being used too. She too is just playing the game, after all.
Yet Helen ponders it for a bit, and as she ponders her gaze wanders on its own and crashes on the painfully pretty woman, whose hair burns under the morning. There is nothing strange or flashy about her. Reading her intently, Helen finds nothing so odd that could make her so attractive- except for the eyes. Which Helen gets stuck trying to describe.
Maybe it's not that she's that pretty, even if she's the prettiest woman on Earth. Maybe it's just the way she carries herself. As if every inch of her body had been washed out of doubt. As if she knew everything that was going to happen. It makes Helen feel safe. Somewhere, everything is alright.

Breaking the charm, Helen turns towards Kyubey as if ripping her eyes from a frozen light pole. That red and white ear lifts itself again, like a sportscar inviting her in. And she leans in.

Helen: I wish that I can see how things could be and change it.

/人◕ ‿‿ ◕人＼: [i]But, you won't become an Incubator if you ask that wish, Helena.[/i]

Helen: You said you can make any wish come true.

/人◕ ‿‿ ◕人＼: [i]That is true. But the context would be different.[/i]

Helen: Whats a context?

It just got dark, and when Helen turns to look her nose slaps the pretty woman's. Who had crouched and was leaning in to listen. Who smiles.

[b]???[/b]: [i]I felt lonely.[/i]

The lady steps away as she stands.

/人◕ ‿‿ ◕人＼: [i][Helena asked for a different wish.[/i]

[[b]???[/b]: [i]I see.[/i]

Her eyes darken.

[b]???[/b]: [i]Hmm... Maybe you shouldn't have told her?[/i]

/人◕ ‿‿ ◕人＼: I don't withhold information, Weird Eyes. You too are free to ask me anything. I will tell you all I know.

Weird Eyes? We can name people like that? Weird Eyes just sighs through her nose, deflating a bit overall.

[b]Weird Eyes[/b]: [i]It's very late for that- as you know, Holy Kyubey. We should take our leave, then.[/i]

/人◕ ‿‿ ◕人＼: [i]I don't think that we need to do that. She could help us.[/i]

[b]Weird Eyes[/b]: [i]...What do you mean?[/i]

(cont!)

The cat leaps to a branch of the old lemon tree which doesn't even bend under its weight.

/人◕ ‿‿ ◕人＼: [i]Helena Troyes, your wish is to see the possible paths of things and to be able to will which path is taken. Is that correct?[/i]

Helen nods.

/人◕ ‿‿ ◕人＼: I see, that is your wish. Gaining the power to affect the chain of cause-consequence directly could be dangerous; it is different from affecting reality directly through force. There is no telling what will happen to you if you make that wish.

[b]Weird Eyes[/b]: [i]Affecting the chain of cause-consequence directly...?[/i]

She visibly stiffens.

[b]Weird Eyes[/b]: [i]Holy Kyubey, if Helen's- oh, sorry- Helena's wish isn't to help other people reach for their own wishes then she may have goals of her own. I really think we should take our leave.[/i]

/人◕ ‿‿ ◕人＼: [i]We need help, Weird Eyes. Convince her to become our ally.[/i]

[b]Weird Eyes[/b]: We neither are in any position to earn enemies- or make them ourselves. And Helen- Helena here seems smart enough to play a few tricks on us.

She glances at the little girl, but her eyes hint praise.

[b]Weird Eyes[/b]: This can wait until she's older.

Wait... are they going to leave? Eyes wide open, Helen realizes she could end up with no wish whatsoever. [b]The pretty lady thinks they have different goals[/b] and [b]the cat thinks that her wish could be dangerous[/b].
Helen puffers her cheeks. [b]She can convince people too[/b], in case they didn't notice.

>?

headsup: saturday i ended up playing lords of waterdeep till 6am, sunday i was dead, working on emmas, erikas, lucindas, ritas, and jimenas posts. gonna try to go with small posts after going in with a big entry, lets see how that works

Now, why would Kyubey need a human-turned-incubator? And Weird Eyes seems to have some form of charm around her. The lonely comment from the woman makes me think that she is trying to get someone into a similar state as her.

The comment about waiting until Helen is ordered seems terrible until one realizes that Helen is only 8 years old, which explains why the stats are lower. But this a magical girl quest, and I'll be damned if Helen is turned into one, though playing as a sort of Madoka-lite might be interesting.

>>5617402
>Appeal to that goal of helping others reach their wishes. Promise to help see the wish-granting paths through if her wish is given.

Didn't expect that the wish could even ward off a guca and Kyubey. Time to lie, then use pretty smiles and sweet words. Helen has experience using that on her peers at the orphanage already. Hopefully, that 6 charisma stat can carry because it would be hilarious to con two older and more powerful individuals than Helen. Being a small girl should help convince them that Helen is no threat and can be trusted to responsibly affect cause-consequence :D.

god the formatting is fucked, I'm not reading that shit

>>5617498
aight so this si what we got
>one is mr /人◕ ‿‿ ◕人＼ who only considers logical factors so both char and wis are useless
-other is a clearly experienced guca

so for starters we got a mag 6 char roll to convince the bigguca by resorting only to raw charms, goody eyes, and being smol.

your two options are
a) roll as is and you convince the guca if you roll over 50
b) try to wash some points off by being more specific (give reasons as why you wont backstab, sad backstory, beg, etc)

>>5617516
use your i m a g i n a t i o n negro

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>>5617521
Arguing points, alrighty then:
>Lay out Helen's sad backstory, how her father was willing to sell her to a trafficking ring, that she burnt all the bridges to seek this truth, and that she is on the last straw with the orphanage before being put on the streets.
>Point out that Helen is unaware of what her wish would entail and would need guidance, thus putting her into their care and therefore influence. The powers could develop in a pathway of their choosing.
>Highlight that being granted her wish would lead to gratefulness as that would essentially give Helen the first real ability to choose in her life, something that I bet the experienced Guca can understand and even sympathize with.
>Flattery could also be used, pointing out the confident demeanor of Weird Eyes and wanting to be like that via the wish.

>>5617550

good stuff, now roll me that 1d100. you'll see how those points affect the result later

Rolled 80 (1d100)

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>Helen puffers her cheeks. She can convince people too, in case they didn't notice.

Suddenly startled, maybe because she didn't sleep, Helen turns around in a flicker. If those idiots get here they could ruin everything and steal her wish- but it's only Mr. Water Sprinkler spying on her. Grabbing Weird Eyes by the hand and Kyubey (by jumping a bit) by the ear, she rushes both of them behind the old lemon tree, just in case. There is not much room, but they will be safe here.

After peeking again (just one more time) from behind the ragged trunk full of scars, Helen tugs at Weird Eye's smooth hand twice like it was a bell, who bends the knee to barely be at height.

Helen: I won't leave you.

Gently, under the meager shadow of the lemons, Weird Eyes pushes Helen back to be face to face. She caresses the little girl's cheek with the back of her finger.

Weird Eyes: I've lived three of your lives, dear. People change. It's evil to expect them not to.

Helen cuts her off by shaking her head almost frantically.

>Lay out Helen's sad backstory, how her father was willing to sell her to a trafficking ring, that she burnt all the bridges to seek this truth, and that she is on the last straw with the orphanage before being put on the streets.

And with the same energy, she throws herself over Weird Eyes, who tilts back like a bowling pin.

Helen: I won't leave you. Dad wanted to leave me. I didn't know and I left everyone else and now everyone left me too. I left many Mom and Dads because they weren't Mom and Dad. There are no more Mom and Dads for me so the director says one more and he will leave me too.

Staring intently into Helen's crimson eyes, Weird Eyes nods to herself like a broken record- but just for a bit.

Weird Eyes: Sweetheart, why did your father want to leave you?

Helen: Monkeys.

Weird Eyes frowns her eyes just a bit- which bounce open instantly.

Weird Eyes: Oh. Oh, no no, I'm so sorry to hear that. Where is... oh, I see. Right; that would make sense, but- I mean, Helena, you are a wonderful girl, I'm sure that... oh, /no/. Listen.

She straightens Helen up a bit too dramatically and- actually shaking. At least a little bit?

Weird Eyes: There is nothing wrong with you, because- how could it be? You hadn't even amounted to anything yet. There is no room for evil in you, sweetie. Leave that to us adults.

She smiles- but then sloowly sloooooowly frowns a bit.

Weird Eyes: Oh, it's not that we are evil either. Your dad is not evil; do not hate him. Life is just- sometimes, not always- so harsh! Right? And we have these choices. Sometimes one of the choices is very bad, but the other is even worse. I'm sure your father was a wonderful man who loved you, and... desperation makes us do... you will see when you get older!

...wow, damn. Not even the nun was so vulnerable to sad backstories. Not even the new caretaker, Angel, and that one tried to adopt her herself. Those weird eyes are already so bright.

/人◕ ‿‿ ◕人＼: You seem to be considering it.

Weird Eyes: Hush. Regardless, I mean, I'm sorry, you must have seen some things, but... Helen, if I did understand, then you did leave your foster parents, right? Life somet-

Helen: It hurts.

Weird Eyes blinks.

Helen: It hurts a lot when they leave you.

Said with a completely straight face.

>>(Charisma Roll: 80+20 = 100)

>Point out that Helen is unaware of what her wish would entail and would need guidance, thus putting her into their care and therefore influence. The powers could develop in a pathway of their choosing.

Helen: I don't know what is going to happen when I ask for my wish. I need you.

Weird Eyes: Sugar, you can just not ask it in the first place. There is no need.

Helen: I won't have anything then.

Weird Eyes: You would have your friends and f- and your teachers, and your nanas.

Looking away, she opens her mouth to tentatively say another 'and'. It gets stuck like a submarine on a highway.

Helen: I wouldn't leave and you could teach me. I could be your apprentice like in that movie.

Weird Eyes: Like in ninja movies?

Helen: The car air conditioning system manufacturer movie. With the car air conditioning system manufacturer master and his car air conditioning system manufacturer apprentice.

/人◕ ‿‿ ◕人＼: I see. The orphanage must operate on a very strict budget.

Weird Eyes: Air system manufacturer... (her mouth curls as the weird eyes lose focus) Ah. (she straightens up) Helena, what happened at the end of that movie? Did the master and apprentice stay together?

Helen: They fought the bad guys.

Weird Eyes: They fou- I see. And what happened after that?

Helen: The apprentice left and became the new master. Oh.

/人◕ ‿‿ ◕人＼: We are running out of time.

>>(Charisma Roll: 80+20-10 = 90)

>Highlight that being granted her wish would lead to gratefulness as that would essentially give Helen the first real ability to choose in her life, something that I bet the experienced Guca can understand and even sympathize with.

Helen: But when he left they still liked each other a lot. The master was very happy for him. And the apprentice really liked the master because the apprentice only used to do things in back alleys and then the master taught him to make car air conditioning systems. Nobody ever taught me that yet. I think I would like you as much if you were my master.

Weird Eyes: It... does sound kind of amusing.

It's faint, but the big girl's mouth is curling up just a bit. Even at eight Helen is already aware, that there is a huge difference between a practiced one and the real thing.

Weird Eyes: Yes, it is likely that their ideals aligned even later on- but that is not always the case, and there is nothing that guarantees love. Were that to be the case, it would still not do. It is not me that I want you to love. What I want is for you to love people, Helena.

Helen: If I love you then I love people.

/人◕ ‿‿ ◕人＼: I think that is a logical point.

Weird Eyes: Holy Kyubey, you are biased.

/人◕ ‿‿ ◕人＼: That is true.

>>(Charisma Roll: 80+20-10+10 = 100)

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For the first time, it's Weird Eyes that finds Helen on the defensive. But she proves merciful.

Weird Eyes: Why don't you ask for a voice?

Helen's eyes light up. Then she thinks it up a bit.

Helen: If I talk like this I can hug people.

Weird Eyes: (giggles) Fair enough.

/人◕ ‿‿ ◕人＼:

Weird Eyes: I know. Helena.

The shift in tone, on the other hand, is without mercy.

Weird Eyes: The world you are about to get into is dark, much darker than your own. Your life will be full of struggle and despair, and only very few will be grateful for your sweat and tears. It will also be full of light, but the darkness may blind you from it. And it will not last long.

Helen Troyes scoffs from the bottom of her heart, the one and only truly genuine sentiment she will ever express in her entire life.

Helen: Then what's the difference?

Weird Eyes: That... I'll be with you.

Helen just nods.

/人◕ ‿‿ ◕人＼: The candidates with potential that don't take their wish rarely ever live good, stable lives. There is also the case of individuals with deadly bodily illnesses or that were severely wounded in-

Weird Eyes: I know. That is the only reason I'm allowing this.

She locks her weird eyes straight into Helena's under the shadow of the lemon tree, all bullshit aside.

Weird Eyes: Do not think I don't know we may become enemies. I am perfectly aware of that.

Helen can't even think of an answer. Weird Eyes looks amused.

Weird Eyes: The contract that will be formed is between you and our Holy Kyubey. You may ask him your wish.

Helen finally, slowly, almost painfully fully splits from Weird Eyes into two new separate entities, both sharing one final stare of endearment as they do.

Weird Eyes: But please consider my request: Change your wish.

Helen finds a hand on her shoulder.

Weird Eyes: Isn't there something else that you want?

>>(Charisma Roll: 80= Magnitude 6 Success)<< (Convincing Weird Eyes)

>?

>>5617717
that's the qm telling you to pick something that's not a worse /omniscience/, I dunno, wish for faster updates

>>5617717
>The initial wish still.
Beneath the lemon tree down that path. Unless any anons out there have objections or second thoughts about what the wish should be.
>DC of 50
>Roll Total of 100
Weird Eyes didn't stand a chance, huh?
>I've lived three of your lives, dear.
And she's 24 years old, that's old for a magical girl if I recall my facts correctly.

>>5617722
>wish for faster updates
That seems mean.

>>5617722
the faustian backfiring is too obvious for that one

>>5617723
>And she's 24 years old, that's old for a magical girl if I recall my facts correctly
no. old is 17, and im balls deep serious when i say that 18 is pushing it. 19 is straight up bullshit. anything beyond that is a fucking lie.

emma is special because she contracted way later than most. which is kinda cheating

Hope if pathing gets chosen, the first acts with it could either be Helen trying to heal her voice, manipulating the natural path of healing, adjusting the timing, or making a flower bloom from the lemon tree to hand to Weird Eyes.
But, perhaps such efforts would require a roll and cost something. So maybe not, until later.

>>5617407
>gonna try to go with small posts after going in with a big entry, lets see how that works
Hm, strange, I feel like I've heard someone saying something like this somewhere before, but I can't seem to place it...

lol

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>Weird Eyes: But please consider my request: Change your wish.

The /人◕ ‿‿ ◕人＼is the first to turn around towards the ruckus coming from behind the wooden door, but Helen is quick to shake both head and finger: they won't come out yet.

Helen: Playtime is after cookies.

Weird Eyes: Cookies?

Helen: They are cooking. I'm good at selling.

/人◕ ‿‿ ◕人＼: I can tell, Helena Troyes. You seem to have a talent for diplomacy!

Both girls cower as they notice the huge ear looming over them.

Weird Eyes: That's not the point, Holy Kyubey...

Helen: I want to ask my wish.

And then neither /人◕ ‿‿ ◕人＼ nor its escort answer, not on reflex.

Weird Eyes: Have you thought enough about your wish? Do the voices on your head not speak with doubt?

Helen: Yes. No. Yes?

Weird Eyes: I- see. May I ask what wish you decided on?

Helen: No. It's a surprise.

Weird Eyes: Oh. (she blinks and blinks) Does it involve me?

Helen: A little.

The lady in jeans doesn't answer, but neither seems at ease.

/人◕ ‿‿ ◕人＼: Then it's settled. Make a contract with me and become a Magical Girl, Helena Troyes!

Helen: A Magical Girl?

Weird Eyes: (somber) A Magical Girl.

Helen: No. I will become a Witch Hunter like you.

Most likely, neither of them even felt the need to clarify. Finally, Helen turns to Kyubey, walking under that bigass ear as if it was a parasol. She grabs the cat's whole head and pulls it to her chest, a bit too harshly- who meekly lets her, showing no emotion whatsoever. Clearing her throat hurts... but Helen feels, like never before, that she had never needed to be more clear. She whispers it as if she was reciting a poem:

Helen: I wish to be able to see the possible paths of things and will which path is taken.

/人◕ ‿‿ ◕人＼: The contract is complete.

Light eats her, strong enough to make the sun seem like a dying candle. One by one, with brutal clanking blasts, strips of armor are molded out of the atrocious light, given shape by an invisible hammer. First the wrists, then the shins over the legs, then only one gauntlet and only one greave, all thick and large, all black like dead lava. A sharp halo bursts forth from Helen's back spinning like a shredder as it grows; a weaker force holds it back, struggling in desperation. Scared shitless, blinded by the light, Helen's eyes dart for Weird Eyes, who doesn't do much besides being scared. Armor pops over every crack and crevice of her tiny body, then starts stacking when there is no more room, faster and faster, over and over-

until it all shatters.

(cont!)

What's left behind is a frozen little girl, donning nothing but a black armless trenchcoat with a high collar held by two belts under her neck. The halo behind her, golden, spiky, deformed, now resembles nothing but a menacing star. When it cracks, with a musical sound, a frilly, victorian red dress flows from under the trenchcoat like roses blooming under ruins, going down her legs and shoulders. When it breaks, the shards home into the attire, in place of buckles, sharp buttons, high heels, and edges. And when it explodes, the remnants rain towards Helen's right arm, forming an intricate mechanism on her hand, as a small, sideways bicorne hat gains shape over her head, mechanical. The girl accepts it. The moment it lands on her head, the hair glows crimson like solar flares, deep as burning blood, the strands alive like snakes on fire. Floating.

Then the child breathes as if rising from the cold ocean, sweating, small tears flowing as she gasps without rhythm.

It takes a while; both cat and lady let her be. Tentatively, Helen glances around. She dares to touch the leather around her neck, then a strand of her hair, then lifts a knee to look at what of her frilly red dress flows from under the trenchcoat. But it's only when she looks at her left hand that she gasps- because there is no hand. Red fabric envelops it all, flowing down like a waterfall, but then it shrinks and wraps around itself in an elegant red cuff by her wrist. And when she thought it was over, a short black cape spawns out of nowhere and hugs her from behind, only to etch itself to a singular, beautiful shining red gem that ties it all together.

Still stuck looking at her clothes, looking around, touching the gem, the buttons, and the small hat made of cogs and leather, it takes a while until Helen looks at Weird Eyes again.

Weird Eyes: ...That wasn't normal. By no means whatsoever.

/人◕ ‿‿ ◕人＼: A veteran like you would have a margin of comparison. What is your theory?

No answer.

Weird Eyes: Helena; what was your wish?

No answer, either. The weird eyes widen.

(cont!)

Weird Eyes: Helena. Helena?

She kneels next to her. No answer.

Weird Eyes: Helen?

Helen: Helena.

Weird Eyes: How do you feel?

She wouldn't know how to say it. Helen is seeing, that much she knows, but suddenly everything looks extremely confusing, so dizzy that it makes her want to puke. As if everything was like a worm, or like it had a tail, or like everything was longer. Like a worm moving backward, eating its tail as it does? Maybe? How could she put this into words?

This time, it's Helen that kneels.

Weird Eyes: Holy Kyubey, what was her wish?

/人◕ ‿‿ ◕人＼: Helena's wish was: "I wish to be able to see the possible paths of things and will which path is taken."

Weird Eyes: Shit! (she grabs her head) ...Shit!

Helen: I think I know how to say it.

Weird: Sunshine, are you alright?!

Helen: Everything is moving backward even if it's moving forward.

Her red, burning hair still floating, the Magical Girl points at a falling leave, dancing with the wind.

Helen: It eats the colors as it goes down. It's going to fall there.

She points far at the ground. Before touching the ground, the leaf makes a sudden twist and falls exactly where she pointed at. Brown frown, the blonde lady closes her eyes, whispering Helen's wish to herself. And thinks. She does nothing but think.

Weird Eyes: (still with her eyes closed) "the possible paths." And yet, there is only one possible path for any given existence. Right. That would be it. Helena must have believed that existences can end up in many different ways. It's an illusion. If we knew all of the infinite influences exerted over an existence over time, the path would only be one.

Weird Eyes opens her weird eyes.

Weird Eyes: It's /foresight/. She is /seeing/ the only path existences could follow.

/人◕ ‿‿ ◕人＼: You are as sharp as ever, Weird Eyes. I am sure that is because of the first part of her wish.

Weird Eyes: Then what?!

All composure out of the window, Weird Eyes claws Helen's arms as the red inside the tiny girl's pretty gem is drowned in darkness.

Weird Eyes: What is that?!?! What's going on?!

/人◕ ‿‿ ◕人＼: That must be the second part of her wish.

(cont!)

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Weird Eyes lifts Helen like a princess, who just sways and lingers like a broken doll.

/人◕ ‿‿ ◕人＼: What will you do?

Weird Eyes: I'm taking her to the Violet Tower.

/人◕ ‿‿ ◕人＼: The Violet Tower? Do you know what's in there?

Weird Eyes: A Coordinator.

/人◕ ‿‿ ◕人＼: Is that your plan? Why don't you do it yourself?

Weird Eyes doesn't answer. She's crying.

/人◕ ‿‿ ◕人＼: It amazes me that you are still capable of such a wide range of emotions. You truly are exceptional.

Weird Eyes: Hide here and wait for me. There is no telling what could happen to you in there. Not yet.

/人◕ ‿‿ ◕人＼: Weird Eyes, are you going to risk this unit to try to seal Helen's power?

Weird Eyes: The Order will soon focus its forces around the Violet Tower. If they fail to bring it down, they will attempt to intercept Magical Girls to bolster their numbers. This place is safe.

/人◕ ‿‿ ◕人＼: Your plans will be ruined. Everyone will realize that you are still alive. Aloe will know you are still alive. You are risking the lives of millions for a single Magical Girl you've just met.

The prettiest lady in the world never heard the rest of it. However, Helen was still awake. With the wind caressing her cheeks, she managed to hear, as she flew away, that Kyubey said something about humans being impossible to understand.

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Ƹ> Helena Troyes <Ʒ
Age: 8
Personality Type: ENFJ
-Impulsive. Would rather do than think.
-Extremely charming and confident in her beliefs, yet very unaware of the difficulties these entail.
-Unusually attuned to abstraction and good with categorization, yet a stranger to the physical world.

Physical Appearance: Small, red long hair, red eyes, slender, slightly skinny, body has many severe red stains and scars from sustained third-degree burns.

Core belief: Controlling others will make her happy.

Magical Trait: Foresight. Can /see/ the path of any object present in her field of view. Unexplored.

Magical Power: Unknown.

Magical Weapon: Unknown.

Magical Form: Black armless trenchcoat with a high collar held by two belts under her neck, merged with the red, victorian frilly dress that flows underneath it and covers her arms and legs. Golden edges and buttons, and buckles. Small, sideways bicorne leather hat that is mechanical. Red hair becomes bright and floats like fire. Follows a /hunter/ theme.

Interests:
++Manipulating people.
++Stories and lore
+Sandals
+Explosions
+Weird Eyes
+Helena
-Helen
-Loud sounds
--Physical pain
--Conflict
--Being alone

Traits:
-Believes that the dragon that saved her from her father lives in her very crimson hair.
-Is an orphan.
-Lost all innocence too quickly.
-Believes that the only point of human relationships is to use one another.
-Her vocal cords are wounded. Can only whisper.
-The magical power born from her wish is broken.

Relationships:
Dad: Had plenty of offspring to take advantage of the Universal Child Allowance Plan. Called Helen 'Helena'. Tried to sell her to someone overseas.
Orphanage: The place that shaped her mentality. Here, she had to learn the art of talking despite only being able to whisper.
Director: The only person whose words Helen trusts. Will leave Helen homeless if she ever causes another problem.
Orphans: Have been ruled by Helen from the shadows for a long time. Wary of her.
Weird Eyes: Attempted to recruit her into becoming an Incubator. Is trying to save her.

Stats:
£ Physical Affinity: 1
λ Magical Affinity: 6
彡 Dexterity: 1
メ Perception: 3
⸫ Wisdom: 4
π Intelligence: 4
ღ Charisma: 6
φ Mind: 3
Ω Constitution: 1

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Well, that was certainly something. The fact that Helen's brain didn't immediately melt from the info overload is good. Cool transformation, though. I love the bicorne hat. Makes me wonder if it would have been even more intense if the magical affinity was set at 7.

What was Madoka's magic potential after all of Homura's time shenanigans, 10? 40? 100? Certainly strong enough to affect both the past and future.

>You are risking the lives of millions for a single Magical Girl you've just met.
Hehehe...what have I done? Straight into the plot, I guess. Would've thought Helen could have some downtime before going into the action, but the wish and its effects seem to have upended it. If one is going to fuck up, it might as well be as big as possible.

>ENFJ and dem traits
Ah, a Byronic hero: charming, cunning, jaded, driven, and passionate. All at the grand ol' age of 8. Wouldn't have it any other way.

>The magical power born from her wish is broken
That ain't good. Knew I should have reworked that magic stat to 7. Working with half of the wish, foresight, might be doable.

Also, Helen is the 10th child of a 10th child. Alas, if she had been the 7th child of a 7th child, she would've fit into that folklore's magic aspect.

>>5618867
Oh damn new guca just dropped.

Let's see how long she lasts...

>>5618871
>Working with half of the wish
Helen’s foresight might mean she would be a good tactician as she could tell others to move to avoid getting hit. Playing chess might help see if this idea can be implemented if she even knows how to play chess. And the voice issue would have to be dealt with before she can bark out orders; substitutes could be radios or the like in the meantime.

Could also be a seer, depending on how far she can push her path vision forward or backward. Build up a mystique, eerily whispering up close and vague hints of a client’s pasts. Foretelling gucas’ fates for favors; everyone wants to know the future. Avoiding direct fighting until the wish is fixed that way.

Possible diplomacy usage, consider the words and see if the path changes and adjust accordingly. What that would mean mechanically? Idk, see modifiers?

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>>5617876
>But, perhaps such efforts would require a roll and cost something. So maybe not, until later.
stuff under two magnitudes below is totally free and doesn't even need a roll, and lil cheeky has like 6 MA.

>>5617885
with 6 girls and c++ fucking my ass it will have to be if out of necessity.
but its hard, man

>>5618871
>Makes me wonder if it would have been even more intense if the magical affinity was set at 7.
MA is what makes a meguca understand her own magical pattern and learn how to fuck with it and get away with shit unscattered. what you are thinking about is karmic weight. wishes have a cost, and its the karmic weight involved that determines that intensity

>What was Madoka's magic potential after all of Homura's time shenanigans, 10? 40? 100? Certainly strong enough to affect both the past and future.
twelve years of watching your best friend die every month. madokas wish was paid with homuras tears

>That ain't good. Knew I should have reworked that magic stat to 7.
i can tell you in advance, that wasn't the reason the wish broke

>>5619053
>What that would mean mechanically? Idk, see modifiers?
we dont really do mechanics here, we kinda make do with arbitrary bars and 'win/lose'. the only modifier is magnitudes. also im glad you like helen, the idea was to make her the local schizo but she ended up being yours, even if she'll remain our classic quest mc

oh i know what y'all nagas from warcraft 3 the frozen throne are thinking. i wanna run too. but if this costs me that job then it gonna cost the quest a lot more than one or two weeks of slow traffic. for the next two or three days ill be focusing entirely on c++ and choking on that shit like it was sushi, so go play other quests or jack off to chatgpt or idunno go be happy
after all, yall dark knights of dark souls 2 know i wont flake now
cuz i did that webm

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>>5619206
You take as much time as you need man. Real life stuff takes priority. Gives me an opportunity to stop procrastinating on being a magical schizo and focus on my work too.

I will wait, however long it takes.

>>5619206
No need to apologize, dude. Life comes first, menhera megucas come SECOND! Keep doing your thing!

That said, if you disappear for another month I'll track you down and bite you

>>5619206
Best of luck, writer. Downing C++, like sushi alongside Indian accents, sounds tough.

Putting my theory here so I remember them:
>that wasn't the reason the wish broke
Turns out that trying to wrestle a universal concept like cause and effect to your will is problematic. No regrets; I'll come back for a second crack at it. Considering the whole paths spiraling into themselves tells that things are set, so the whole willing it into another path is downright stuck in the mire. That or the mere observation of them sets them on a singular path. So the Golden Path, Dune style, could be Helen's ultimate goal.
I have a gut feeling she will discover about magical girls becoming witches through foresight.

>make her the local schizo
Give it enough mental breaks, and seeing the future, she'll reach schizo.

cock

>>5620633
true

>>5620633
True and factual.

>>5620633
True, factual and veridical.
Also, 5 pesos that the girl who wished for everybody to do what she said is the same girl that got robbed by Rita.

>>5621368
50 pesos that Vanessa did all this probably by doing something stupid with the Witch of Peace, the tower, the toys, it can't be coincidence that all this happened after Rita went there then told her everything.

And I also bet A wished everyone on earth to die.

>>5621385
You know what's interesting? There are at least 2 wishes that harm people, which means that there should be at least another girl like A. Assuming you are right in that A wished to kill everybody on earth, then that means that there's a "B" somewhere that for the death of a meguca who apparently let her brother die and, if it counts as a harmful wish, a "C" that wished for her father to disappear. This begs the question of where are they? If they were in the neutral zone and simply didn't interact with Rita(I expect B to be quite apprehensive considering her wish) then what happened to them and A when the tower appeared? And if they weren't at the neutral zone, then what are they doing?

OP's image of wishes is honestly such a kino way of foreshadowing the cast, I can already guess some of the megucas and their gimmick:
>We wish to never dissagree again
Two megucas that share one mind, take both of them out at the same time or one of them becomes a witch.
>I want the perfect boyfriend
Another duo, the boyfriend is the powerhouse since it's his job to protect his gf, which in turn is his support
>I wish I was lile Sherlock Holmes
High int and/or wis meguca, probably and ally since Holmes is a good guy I want Erika to befriend her.
>Heal my dog
Not!Sif and disney princess-like animal companionship
>I hate him, but I wish my brother was alive
Healslut, possibly a good friend to Emma since she seems quite selfless and family-oriented herself
>I wish for everyone to forget that time I peed myself in class
Was about to give her the "most wasted wish" prize but then I realized she can probably erase memories, I would like to see her try that on Erika and probably fail since Erika would remember that she "forgot" something

I could go on but I don't want to give our dear QM any ammo to use against us.

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>>5620633
True, factual, verdical, and cuhRAYzee
>>5621368
Interesting theory.... Helena's like 8 though, right? Can't recall how old the robbing victim looked, but it's certainly possible!
>>5621385
This is also quite possible. Honestly I have trouble tracking what the QM has in store for us most of the time, but I'm sure it's going to be something wacky.
One thing remains constant in these theories: Rita's influence grows!
Also oh shit, do you guys think OP celebrates April Fool's?

>>5621004
hey, ever wanted to know how woolly mammoths taste? https://www.smithsonianmag.com/smart-news/this-massive-meatball-was-made-with-woolly-mammoth-dna-180981908/
>>5621506
the coordinators don't necessarily have to all know each other, they probably would be in direct competition since they share the same type of magic
>Another duo, the boyfriend is the powerhouse since it's his job to protect his gf, which in turn is his support
would OP make Magical Boys a thing? I'd do it, it's an arbitrary thing anyways
>Healslut, possibly a good friend to Emma since she seems quite selfless and family-oriented herself
the admitted brother-hater is family-oriented?
>>5621623
He-Helena didn't wish for that, nor was she the one you stole from
>Honestly I have trouble tracking what the QM has in store for us most of the time
you got a thick head alright
>April Fool's?
>same day after the alleged 3 day break
oh shit

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>>5621754
Mammoths are friends, not food!

>>5621754
>the coordinators don't necessarily have to all know each other
True, but the question of where are the others still remains.
>would OP make Magical Boys a thing?
He would be more like a familiar than an actual person since the girl asked for him to be PERFECT
>the admitted brother-hater is family-oriented?
If she hates her brother that much why would she wish for his resurrection?

aight you fucks im going out on a date but get your tits ready cuz tonight we got the april's fools event.

>>5619621
>Give it enough mental breaks, and seeing the future, she'll reach schizo.
oh fuck another?

desu i wasnt gonna do jack shit but if jimena and rita are scared then its worth a shot

>>5621506
>OP's image of wishes is honestly such a kino way of foreshadowing the cast
to be fair magia record did it first in the anime and i thought it was raw. so its also a reference

>I could go on but I don't want to give our dear QM any ammo to use against us.
>>but then I realized she can probably erase memories
oh no do go on, you already dun goofd lawl

>>5622152
you wouldnt dare look me in the eye and say they werent tasty as fuck

warning though, its gonna suck balls and be low effort, the interview already has a date so i couldnt even get started on the actual posts. if this keeps up this thread will be more a testament of life with a loli than an actual quest

>>5622452
>date
>interview
>life with a loli

You seem to live a very interesting life, qm!

>>5622452
>April Fool's Event
I figure it's either gonna be us all dying to Walpurgisnacht or a massive football riot

>>5622470
let me destroy that notion real quick
>the girl is more like a sister who feels bad cuz she likes another guy even though she has a bf
>the interview is for a junior unreal engine position for 2k a month under an indian company, the kind of job chatgpt will eat two weeks from now
>the testament of life with a loli is this thread. i dont have a daughter. thats one russian roulette im not ready for yet

but yeah my life was/is kinda interesting, im never out of shit to deal with, wish it was less interesting so i could actually write my fucking quest aaaaaaaa

>>5622478
none of you is gonna guess it, calling it right now

Hey yo, Lucinda here.
Just a heads up, I’m on a small holiday w/ family to go bungie jumping tomorrow and am staying overnight at a hotel.
Phone posting atm on hotel Wi-Fi just so your aware.

>>5623108
yo qmigga here dude no need for a heads up, have fun with the tribe!

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You are bigguca, bigger than leguca, bigger than miguca, and than liguca too. The biggest. Widest. Longest. Guca.
On a Saturday night you kill Witches, Friday afternoon you bring in bitches, come Monday you shine the Law of Cycles with spit so no one disses. When it gets boring you watch Homura, when Homura gets boring you mess with Mami's tea. Tuesday, you watch the stars.
But sometimes it gets too boring, and you wish you were more than a concept. Saving everyone is cool and all and you don't even mind that no one remembers you, but watching over timelines can get a bit more repetitive. Even though there's one where Sayaka wears a tie and one where Kyoko wears glasses, sometimes it's not enough.
One day, week, month, year, decade, whatever, you feel a wrench in the cogs- the cogs being every grain of sand of the universe of each timeline, of each astral vinyl record. And after a little research, a little of the good old thread-watching, you find something... /new/.

A new timeline.

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Your scrutinous gaze lingers on the new vinyl record; you don't remember this one. It had to branch out of another for whatever reason. Curious for the first time in wow a lot, you study it cautiously, with eyes the size of the moon times ten thousand seven millions^41.

It has... Witches.

No way. What? In my cosmic salad? Is this how it is? You fast-forward the disk hastily but carefully, and it stops dead at the present in the year 2015. No less than baffled, you quickly realize that your surprise is just getting started: the denizens of this world are completely different from those of the others.

Impulsively, you backtrack. In 1927, the fates still intertwine with those of the other timelines. Come 1942, differences are made; some Magical Girls are never born, but new ones take the center stage. Little girls donning armor spread the word of an Order of the End, clashing blades with the ancestral clan of the Blue Gates. Spinning the record like a DJ, you find it: 1931, Chechenia, Grozny, 9:32 AM- the branching point.

After waiting for 12 hours standing on a stack of buckets next to a door, railway supervisor Ilhan Kovačević cock-slapped rookie Semenov Imeredala across the face through his pants with suspenders. This cock-slap had happened in all other timelines as well, /yet this case was slightly different/. The slight difference in angle meant that Semenov was hit over his nose instead of under it, which caused Ilhan to comment that Semenov had already seen God instead of pointing out that he tried to take it with his mouth on purpose. Both events ended up with the men throwing fists and then having a drink in a very, almost identical fashion...

And that's where the similarities end.

The chain reaction caused by that comment meant that almost the entirety of humanity, fifty years from then, would be different- and the Magical Girls too. Homura had never been born. Sayaka never met Mami in school. Kyoko never buried that beef inside that parfait.
Fascinated by the differences, you first focus on the new Magical Girls and their history. But your ravenous curiosity is cut short: back in 2015, time is flowing as usual. In this timeline, unlike in all the others, history is still being made... right at this very moment.

Your hand goes limp like a stone; as the cosmic record spins, Magical Girls are still fighting Witches. You /could/ erase them all right now... but this timeline is so different.
Why is it so different?

>Erase all of the Witches from the stray timeline.
>Study this orphan timeline further just in case.

>>5623302
>>Study this orphan timeline further just in case.
don't deeleet our quest just yet

>Study this orpan timeline just in case.

You don't know how this happened, therefore, you don't know what could happen to this world if you let your love wash over it. The simple reality you are faced with is that there are Magical Girls here- Magical Girls for you to protect and care for. Not out of any need for gratitude or duty or because you dread being evil; you love these girls because they care.
Which, of course, sadly enough, means that you are back where you started; watching Kyokos, watching Sayakas, watching Homuras...

...

...

It may have taken you less than five real-time minutes to get your nose back into that timeline. Everyone is new and your curiosity is ravenous; so many juicy little details! Just finding out why this girl likes lemon-flavored toothpaste is enough to make your 'day', and you even gasp when that one Knight defects; after all, back there, you've got Mami figured out like first-grade math.

But after a while, not even that is enough. You realize you've gotten curious over the years.... decades... eons? Who knows. Not you.

A forgotten drive almost takes over you when you find a little new meguca, who just barely contracted, sitting alone by the cold sideway. Who is sad, sad like no kid should ever be, because her dog was hit by a sports car and her parents think that the surgery is too expensive. It just so happens that a cat is walking by, and you deem the cat fluffy/10, and it almost walks in front of her, almost, before turning around a few inches short.

You just want her to see the cat.

In this timeline, it's the present. There is no future to ruin, no chain to break. Maybe it's ok to meddle in a bit?

Just a little?

>Fuck it.
>Eeeeh.

>>5623352
>>Fuck it.
ask for forgiveness not permission

>>5623302
Huh.... well there's STILL time for a massive riot. And/or Walpurgisnacht. But since we're here already...
>Study this orphan timeline further
What could go wrong? : )
>>5623108
Have fun out there! Double-check that bungee cord too!

>>5623352
Shit, too late. Alright, quicker response this time.
>Fuck it

had to eat, brb writtan

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>Fuck it

It's such a good, genuine wish. That darling little missy didn't even ask for money to pay for the operation, she didn't try to be too smart, she just settled for what she loved. Had she, having green bills may have backfired later; sometimes, we don't screw ourselves over only because we can't. You'd know.

Feeling such an overwhelming desire to reward that gentle heart, because you love Magical Girls and you always will, you take a tiny little risk. Closing your eyes, looking away, stretching your infinite arm as far from your infinite face as you can, you let a single noodle fall from the box of a passing food delivery bike. It draws the cat in and, when it passes in front of the girl, she looks up from her wet knees. When it struggles to drag the noodle around, she's looking.

You find yourself smiling after oceans of time, the thrill of helping other people sparking so much joy that you dread it becoming addicting. It may not be much, but sometimes just seeing that there are pretty things in the world is enough. Especially when your best friend is about to leave- which you know is not going to happen. You don't need to fast-forward the record for that one.

Proven right, the rush you got from meddling in other people's affairs with no permission has you bouncing from Magical Girl over and over. So many of them, so many new, and so many of the ones you remember are so, so much different. And nothing exploded. Good stuff. The record didn't break.

...

That feeling. You remember it oh so vividly. Something, somewhere, has been tangled. But this time, you know exactly where to look.

After following the path of every single living breathing being in this new world from the moment you made that noodle fall, you spot a difference that happened at the /exact/ same time you broke the chain of causality, in the same place in the country, in the same city. A teenager boy was very absorbed talking about politics when one of his friends pushed a big banana inside his mouth in full force, which prompted the boy to chase him. This time, it's the force of the push that doesn't add up. Going by conventional laws of physics, it simply shouldn't have been that strong- even if the difference is slight.

You frown with your big-ass, infinite bigguca eyes. Clearly, this is out of your realm of expertise. And demands further testing.

It doesn't truly matter since any subject will do. They don't even have to be Magical Girls. But, who will you tinker with?

>The lonely girl sitting by herself during recess, who is gathering the courage to ask if she can play cards too.
>That one bookworm who shuns playing in the park so that she can read the same biology book for the third time.
>You've hardly ever seen such a serious kid, but you also don't recall many girls that could play the violin so well at that age.
>Oh, there's also that little ball of energy that would rather spend her time with old homeless people.
>The one in the trashcan.

>>5623486
>>The lonely girl sitting by herself during recess, who is gathering the courage to ask if she can play cards too.
i wonder who these people are hmmm

>>5623486
Who indeed? This is Rita by the by!
>Lonely girrrlll

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>The lonely girl sitting by herself during recess, who is gathering the courage to ask if she can play cards too.

Oh. There's an interesting one. The one that was born with green eyes with no irises. You find those little dark green balls to be so alluring, yet you know it's only natural that others would find them unsettling. To some people, anything different that they don't understand is bad. Well, you kinda, kiiinda are one of those people. Even after all this time.

In any case, Emma Imeredala is psyching herself up so hard that she's whispering the words aloud- and you don't think that being seen like that will make making friends any easier. Or wearing that flower crown. That's a bit over the top.

Rewinding a bit, you recall that girl having a very unique sense of humor and often laughing alone, so perhaps she is indeed fundamentally different from the rest.

Hmm, well; you /could/ just play a little trick on her and be done with it. As much as you'd like to help her, maybe all she needs is time. Or maybe not. Maybe a little push is fine.

>Oh you wanted votes to get a sense of direction, well guess what.

>>5623548
Hmmmm.... a meguca in their natural habitat! Intriguing.
>Blow the flowers off her crown and over to the card players... maybe that'll be an 'in'!

>>5623548
>tell her to get it together
>also, careful with clocks
>also kiss Karuna
>also did you know your grand grand grandfather got cock slapped and changed the trajectory of history forever
make emma go schizo early

>>5623578
Switching to this

>all dat shit

Or you might as well just do whatever and see what sticks. It's more data, and you need that to save this universe. Hidden to all, you telepathically tell Emma to get it together, which she repeats to herself at once. A bit out of sorts, you also tell her to be careful with clocks; it doesn't even phase her. Almost perplexed, you tell her to kiss Amano Adeline, a recluse of the same town that doesn't even go to her school. No answer. Now full-on peeved, you reveal to the girl that one of her ancestors created an entire timeline with his penis, an astronomical truth that not even you fully understand.

Nothing.

You wink and wink. Since she isn't a Magical Girl, you hadn't studied Emma Imeredala that deeply yet- so far, she didn't seem a candidate. Delving deeply into her mind, you instantly understand why and how she could easily ignore the voice of the divine that transcends space and time; her mind is a full-on concert of doubts. Wow... No wonder she didn't catch any of that. This girl is so single-mindedly focused on making friends that her hands are shaking. You could speak a bit louder of course, /could/; you don't have the heart to do it.

Maybe you could just let her be? Then again, just messing around a little bit never killed anyone. Maybe it will build her character! But if you had to give honest advice...

Emma stands. Oh; clearly, the future escapes you here. She did it too abruptly and is already drawing a bit of attention. Have you already done enough to affect the timeline? You need to know if that weird reaction demands a magnitude of some sort.

>?

>>5623637
well, that was informative at least. whatever, I'll support whatever yita votes if she's still around

im sleepy
next post wraps it up and then onto the actual plot

>>5623637
or not
>see what she does

>>5623637
>Push her

coinflip in ten if we dont break the tie

>>5623686
>>5623682
ok backpedaling now
>push her

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I'm sad that I missed the vote to choose the girl in the trashcan.

>>5623721
sorry, but at least you may get to see her "soon"

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>Push her

It's not like she needs you to push her. This shy teenager is already stomping on the demons holding her down, the ones in her head. And yet, yes, standing is good, stretching your legs is good-

yet, a full minute in, that's all that happened. You feel your galaxy-wide cheeks puff. What good is standing if you don't walk? Walk over there! Unless it's to intimidate her soon-to-be friends, who certainly /are/ feeling her presence looming over them by like a head or two. Thirty seconds later, you cringe. You decide that, as a goddess, you have been personally offended by this behavior. Did she consider that you could be watching? No? Good enough. Time to punish her.

And in she goes, with a shrill little scream, ten years old little Emma. All it took was for a cold drop of water from the moisture on the ceiling to land on the back of her neck. You watch with expectancy, almost giddy, as if holding a quasar-sized popcorn bucket. They are all looking at her, some with eyes a bit too wide. You go, emerald eyes!

Alas; emerald eyes is, in fact, as nine out of ten scientists would agree, /not/ going. The emerald eyes aren't even pointing where they should- at the people right in front of her. The boys are already trading looks. Someone even took out a cell phone with the subtlety of a ninja on a monster truck. Oh me oh my please nono it's simple just don't say something stu-

Emma: D-did you know my great great great grandfather cock-slapped the universe into existence? That makes him a god so I'm kind of a princess!

Eons later, you cringe again; the last time was when Sayaka confessed to Kyousuke on April Fool's of all days. Bue more than the cringe, what is tangible is the shift in karmic weight, oh no... you can tell.
Yet as things happen, you shrug. You are bigguca, after all, the biggest guca. If the time comes, you will take responsibility and keep the fluffy paws of the Incubators away from this girl. No biggie but you.

But who knows? Maybe you won't even have to. The concept of a "present" is now, to you, as much of a stranger as being a goddess was back then. Things can change, and very much so. It wasn't Semenov Imeredala who would go on to continue the Imeredala bloodline, but Ilhan Kovačević, his best friend. He adopted the last name after Semenov called an old train a piece of shit and said he could outrun it and tried. Things happen, maybe. Who knows.

Not you.

>>5624353
Good day everyone, how did that April fool thing turn ou...fucking Kyubey on a stick, what have you people been doing to poor Emma again?!

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This time you catch the 'reverb' of your intervention almost instantly, 'instantly' by your standards. Again, in Buenos Aires: a guy that was mugging someone else suddenly sang like a soprano. It was brief, but it made all parties involved stop, and maybe even appreciate classical music. You whistle, thankfully away from any meaningful universe, and ponder. This time, the change was too obvious.

You wonder what the point of this could be. You wonder why this happens. If you had to hazard a guess, you'd say that this timeline is correcting itself, as if it had a direction. A fate. A target. But that's just a guess.

So to stop guessing and start spitting facts, you zoom into the girl in the trashcan, her tiny butt for the world to admire and learn from; that one is contracting for sure. You wonder if making her find money in it would be good or bad for her. You think you-

When you try, you can't. You. Can't. Letting at least the possibility of that to sink in, you stare, with your golden eyes, at the thin, runic veil between you and the universe of this timeline. Which grows... slightly less transparent by the second. Then blurry. Then solid.

You can't see into this vinyl record anymore.

You. The Goddess of Magical Girls.

Novelty after eons hurts a lot, lot more. Wow. You thought you had it by now; the everything. Now you know it- you never will. That's when it hits you. Hard. You missed your chance.

-there are still Witches in there!

You wise up instantly; no more fun for now. In there, Magical Girls are still struggling to survive, fighting a secret war with the world and themselves every day. When they die, their souls are lost. When they don't, despair takes them.

Yet the record /moves/; it still moves! Holding back a gasp, you backtrack it, slowly, carefully. Lo and behold, before 1957, before the cock-slap that started it all, there is no Witch-like barrier. You can affect it, this world; from here, you can bring the Law of Cycles into this timeline. Free its denizens from the Witches, and allow the Magical Girls a very much-earned happy ending-

-and yet you don't. Your hand is still. Why? You think about it, just a bit. But of course. The Magical Girls of the present, the ones behind the barrier... Any single, tiny little change that you could force into the past...

It would be as if they never existed.

Then an ancient, sacred fear worms its way into your gentle heart, a rational, fair fear: this record could be dangerous. It remains an unknown, an impossibility, an absurd contrast to your very existence. You still your hand, yet. Grinning, you find peace; you've still got cards to play. For them, you will take this chance.

For now.

Eyyyy baby I'm back from my bungee jump.

...

Good to see Emma being Emma again.

the april fools joke is that still no updates lmaoa

>>5623721
boy maybe we do need a schedule

>>5624398
i already feel fulfilled. it is good to meet expectations

>>5624423
yes. at the very least, we have that: what matters. even in drough, we are all here together by the bonfire, watching emma get traumatized
but well get there

>>5624398
im helping
>>5624420
good ol' madoka, reality-wide silver lining of this cruel world
>>5624537
the biggest takeaway here is
you CAN do short updates

>>5624398
Emma is our Madoka, she must therefore suffer.
>>5624537
Lovely interlude QM, it's great to see our lord and saviour Madokami choose to not retroactively erase our gucas I wonder if /omniscience/ can reach her.

>>5624398
We're TEMPERING her for the arduous road ahead. You oughta be thanking us!
>>5624537
Good stuff, OP. Who knows what the future may bring? Only time will tell....

On the one hand, great, more ammo for her brain to keep her up at night with.
On the other hand, better have "remember that time you were cringe in school" than "remember that time your best friend got speared by a malformed clock, and how she looked at you as you ran and the light left her eyes? You remember, don't you? Her eyes always follow you"

Yeah. Silver lining.

>>5624684
You know, if the QM really did make a memory erasing magical girl, it would bring an interesting dilemma for Emma, would be a fun episode.

>>5624696
on the one hand, her memories are what fuel her empathy and push her to be a lovely cinammon roll full of rage

on the other hand, people won't ask her why she screams out of nowhere anymore

emma has choices

Kyubey

>>5627110
reported

>>5627110
...is going to end up dissected on a table.

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DAY 15, GIVE IT UP FOR DAY 15

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bad news guys, i couldn't write shit yet. the prospect of ending homeless plus the burnout plus the study kinda killed my hard-on.

i plan on posting something before the thread ends, but i don't see it happening in less than ten days desu. let me get that fucking job and we'll build something with that stability, but, for now, am asking y'all mbappes to wait.

sry

>>5630461
Dang, wish ya good luck.

>>5630461
Lmao No worries man. You do your thing and relax. Get fat money bills.
See you on the other side!

>Backflips away.

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aight ive waited enough

so

april fools bitcheeeeeeeeees
also testin

■-■: Erika Kruppman ■-■
Age: 16
Personality Type: ISTJ
-Cautious. Would rather think than do.
-Aware of every detail involved in any situation, yet very bad with patterns.
-Efficient, yet extremely bad when gauging emotions.

Profile:
To live is to be uncertain. A very very... very young Erika decided that books would make life less uncertain, and at least for most of her childhood reality decided to prove her right. Nothing changed when the books became plastered on a screen: Erika kept hoarding data like a dragon. One day, too late, she realized that in trying so hard to prepare for her life she forgot to live it- the millisecond she stepped into a classroom.
Playing life like chess can be pretty hard. In chess, you know the pieces and where they are; in life, they keep flying at you out of nowhere. A stern, poker face may keep you safe but also stuck. Erika may have become the school's ace and student council president without even realizing it, but something as simple as making a friend simply escapes her.

Physical Appearance: Long, blonde himecut, always wears a big red ribbon behind her head. Strong blue eyes, slender. Permanently serious scowl. Fits more standards of beauty than many would expect, but these are usually shadowed by her height; Erika is over 1.8m meters tall.

Core Belief: Duty will make her happy.

Magical Trait: Unable to feel surprised, yet still vulnerable to expectancy.

Magical Power: Omniscience. She is aware of every single little detail in her proximity. Completely immune to surprises, Erika knows what or when in any given situation. This still doesn't help her make friends, but constantly being aware of every factor that surrounds her means that books are now and forever worthless to her- unless she likes the story.

Interests:
++The happiness of others
++Being kind
++Pragmatism
+Peace
+Control
+Tradition
+Orangutans
---Social rituals
----Stupidity

Stats:
£ Physical Affinity: 4
λ Magical Affinity: 7
彡 Dexterity: 5
メ Perception: 4
⸫ Wisdom: 2
π Intelligence: 6.
ღ Charisma: 1
φ Mind: 6
Ω Constitution: 3

Wish: "I wish to know all that can be known."

Wanna know more? https://pastebin.com/3BBRzRQM

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ᕙ Jimena Gimenez ᕗ
Age: 16
Personality Type: ENFP
-Impulsive. Would rather do than think.
-Extremely abstract. Hardly aware of what's right in front of her nose unless she tries. She doesn't try.
-Gentle, yet very lazy. Loves to white-bully people to make them feel included.

Profile:
Short, clumsy brunette that can't stay in one same topic for more than one sentence, and only provided that this one sentence isn't particularly long. That being said, put a magnifying glass under the sun and you get a death beam, and that's how most people that enjoy taking advantage of her on the daily end up losing twice as much when they stick around for too long.

Physical Appearance: Short, messy brunette bobcut. Bright red eyes, either barely or fully open. Tanned skin. Sturdy, athletic, yet rather short body for her age.

Core belief: Caring less will make her happy.

Magical Trait: Capable of slapping someone in the ass with her mind only. Completely unable to apply this trait in any other way so far. Unexplored.

Magical Power: Gum body. She can extend any of her body parts at will. Properly used, this allows for both her Constitution, Dexterity, and Physical Affinity to shine way over the usual limit. And yes: Jimena can eat her own ass.

Interests:
+n
+i
*g
-g
-a
+games, dad, black people, vtubing
-work, dumb motherfuckers, vtubing

Stats:
£ Physical Affinity: 6
λ Magical Affinity: 5
彡 Dexterity: 2
メ Perception: 1
⸫ Wisdom: 4
π Intelligence: 5
ღ Charisma: 5
φ Mind: 5
Ω Constitution: 5

Wish: "I want to be able to eat my own ass."

Wanna know more? https://pastebin.com/3kF84MKT

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■-■: Erika Kruppman ■-■
-A pragmatic-hearted Magical Girl capable of limited omniscience.
-Her Magical Weapon is a book-shield.
-She wished to know everything.
-Standing in front of the beautiful door to the Violet Tower, Erika hesitates.

&&

ᕙ Jimena Gimenez ᕗ
-A lazy-hearted Magical Girl capable of stretching her limbs way beyond human limits.
-Her Magical Weapon is a whip with a big hand at the end.
-She wished to be able to eat her own ass.
-Surrounded by Magical Girls of the North, Jimena reconsiders her choices.

■-■:

-----------------------Caballito-----------------------
—---------------Violet Tower, East—------------

>Steeling herself, she turns away from the crowd and into the Tower.

"I want to know all that can be known."
Erika Kruppman is dead sure that she is the only one capable of /omniscience/. Many Magical Girls end up with similar powers; the poison we are fed is kind of the same. But to hers? No way. Thunder will strike her down on a sunny day before that happens, of that she's dead sure.

Because she should have been dead for sure.

When even / 人◕ ‿‿ ◕人＼ was out of theories about why the new meat's mind didn't just outright explode like a horse-shaped ballon, even Erika could intuit that whatever happened was no less than a second miracle.

That being said, she has a guess.
An educated guess entertained and polished like a katana.

When she asked to know all that can be known, her wish was granted- up to some point. Knowledge is infinite; you could zoom in a hundred million years into a blade of grass and there would always be something to say about it. What is /not/ infinite, which Erika was informed of later, is karmic weight- the measure of the suffering involved with someone's fate, what makes wishes happen.

But if there's a universe in each grain of sand, then how is it that a single grain of sand wasn't enough to make her mind explode?

Instead of getting the infinity of perfectly polished details on Jimena's butt, what the wish first did was flood her mind with an overall picture of the universe and how everything works- which would have shattered it in a nanosecond anyway. In that sea of knowledge, however, thanks to her newly acquired power of omniscience, Erika Kruppman instantly found a way to store it in each of her brain cells, and once those were flooded too on each of the cells that composed each brain cell, and so forth like a binary tree.

Would that knowledge be limitless, would Erika's karmic weight have been endless, she would have been stuck absorbing knowledge forever.

What her power does is simple: it perceives every single factor in Erika's vicinity at the same time. So the reason why she knows all that can be known, or at least most of it, is because she is perceiving her brain and every single little cell and every little library in them… at the same time, with omniscience.

Which is raw as fuck.

Yet not even One Capable of Omniscience is capable of reading whatever the FUCK is over that door. Not even with magic. It looks like words, but it could also be a picture, but a picture of what? A tree? A cat after a jet engine? Dali fucking a mall trolley? What is the message? What does it say?!

Omniscience has that one vital limitation: it doesn't judge knowledge. It doesn't tell you how to use it, and it doesn't tell you what it means. It gives you data. And this data is downright bullshit.

Her obsession with this detail ends up dragging her attention back to herself. But of course; it's the thirty or so eyes fixed on the black and white, checkered coat on her back, like sewing needles in a yarn ball. As she stands alone by the entrance to the Violet Tower, the nerves are forcing Erika to fixate on a detail to distract herself, that much she knows.

East-siders; the Magical Girls more 'Magical Girl' of all. The ones that adhere to whatever that means the most. The most predictable and strict, all watching her from the surrounding roofs and trees and trash cans.

Yet her legs are shaking.

At this point, the magical signatures are more telling than their faces. Gawr Gura, Mori Calliope, Takanashi Kiara, and Amelia Watson: Ninomae Ina'Nis must be sick again. The core five, only loved or scorned across the board, and many more are lying in wait. And given the gravity of the situation, given that Erika already got to know them a bit, the tall blonde assumes they must have dragged even the factionless with them too.

But it’s not because she has public that Erika gets that shiver down her spine, no; all it took was a single thought. This tower, this Violet Tower with violet pulsing veins, is right on top of the entrance to the Labyrinth of the Witch of Peace. Which is… the only neutral zone in the entirety of the capital.

Erika swallows. Is it too late to consider the implications? Should she step back now, and face the Toys? And sooner or later, the other Magical Girls. Morality is, often, the first luxury to fly out of the window.

In the end, it's not her fear of the magical girls behind her, no. It's not the fear of stepping into unknown, likely out-of-bounds territory, either. No. What wins Erika's heart is the fear of failure, of doing nothing, of standing idle while history passes her by.

And yet, when she pushes that door, when her hand sinks into it, it’s still fear that guides her. Almost snarling, she pushes herself instead.

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ᕙ:

------------------------Caballito-------------------------
—------------------Violet Tower, North—---------------

>Enter.

Thus Mephistopheles spoke to Faust, who was bored of life: "Fair man, for your soul, I can make you eat your own ass."

Surrounded by Magical Girls from the North from every angle, Jimena tries to keep even her heart still. The glint of their Soul Gems, of many colors, shine from the roofs they are hunkered on, the alleys they spy from, from between the leaves of every tree around. She considers it; Jimena considers, carefully, that she may have fucked up. Good. Heavy. Maybe even Royally.

Were she able to go back in time, would she ask for a different wish? Maybe "to not end up this deep in shit and out of my league"? The dark circles under her eyes say she would. And yet, wouldn't she end up here anyway?

But being gum is alright. It's cool. When Dad is working, she doesn't have to stand up from the sofa anymore. And that's awesome. Kinda. Fuck. Man, fuck.

Some of them she knows; most of them, at least. There's Silvervale, that's Ironmouse, Zentreya is by that tree, that must be Froot, Haruka Karibu, Nyatasha Nyanners, Veibae... heavy faces. Northerners; the ‘bitch whatever’ of the Magical Girls of Buenos Aires, still obsessed with their nicknames. Some are newcomers. Some are independent Magical Girls, like yourself: Erika Varin, ‘Friday’ Faras, Alondra Rodriguez...

In the world of Magical Girls, you are either a spark or a slowly dying flame full of regret, leading some self-consuming faction. Glancing around, Jimena does feel pretty sparky.

So, yeah. Plenty to go around. And they all look scared, or amused at how scared the others look. Some don't give a shit anymore, which is a valid strategy. Some are already transformed.

From a different angle by the East, one of the girls her mind is linked to, Erika Kruppman, is watching the same door. Which makes sense: the Towers leans to the left no matter where you look at it from.

This is good. She could wait for Erika to open the door and then go from there. She could spare herself the jumpscare

if Jimena Gimenez could wait.

As her fingers slice the air, as the eyes of too many girls with too much power snap to the gum rocket heading for the door, Jimena is counting the seconds until her interview. As if her life depended on it. But let’s put it this way. If we think of life as the time we spend on this Earth, she is right. Forty hours of every week are at stake-

pretty much the same as being dead.

■-■ && ᕙ:

------------------------Caballito-------------------------
—-----------------------Violet Tower—-----------------

When Erika happened on the other side she was forcing her eyes as open as she could. Not half a second was wasted while assessing the situation; those wide-open eyes drank data like black holes. Her task was cut short when Jimena’s crash-landing from the other side drew a high-pitched, girly whimper from somewhere within her- which thankfully lay forgotten as Jimena snapped to her feet and buries her fist in the face of a giant plushy dog. Which slowly, sloowly regains its shape afterward. Jimena is mesmerized.

It was instant. Both knew where to look. From across the single and spacious room, across the myriad sofas, tables, chairs, and pillows, it took little for them to spot each other. Erika was looking at herself through the eyes of Jimena, and Jimena was looking at herself through the eyes of Erika. And, for some reason, both feel at ease.

…until Jimena realized, when Erika noticed, that she wasn’t transformed anymore.
And that she couldn’t transform either.

Yet the impulse of jumping back through the door dies when Jimena sees the room through Erika’s eyes, through her studious gaze. There are no Witches, there are no Familiars, and no crazy architecture on a hellish landscape. Wide chandeliers made of glass populated the ceiling, without being too many, as rows of elegant lantern poles lit up the ambiance, each next to a carpet surrounded by sofas and pillows. Christmas decorations bloomed by every corner (even where least expected), cane baskets stood on some chairs, and lonely food carts lingered near the stage where a single pole greeted the empty tables.

Despite all that, it was Erika that Jimena ended up looking at- since this is the first time that she actually sees her. Dumbstruck at the lovely Prada coat, at the perfumed school uniform, at the glowy high heels polished with wax. At the difference.

Who, meanwhile, is worried about being eaten by a Witch.

Faint bickering took their attention at the same time, or perhaps only one of them had managed to hear it; it didn't matter. As they navigated the sea of comfiness, each from their side, the lines standing at the distance gained shape and color when they got close enough.

From Erika’s eyes, five figures are standing by the pole on the stage. The smallest, the size of a child aged ten, is wearing a costume that reminds her of Tetris, which only shows the face, legs, and arms, along with brown shoes with thick, blue sockets made stretched up to the knees. The cheeks seem slightly puffy like that of a kid’s-

…from Jimena’s eyes:

The Province of Cordoba: But that's not my fault at all! I thought it was obvious!

Someone wearing a trenchcoat and a fucking knight helmet: And yet, it wasn’t included in any of the lists. Did you think it was obvious? I think you didn’t think of it at all.

The Statue of Liberty going to a funeral: My, I see no need for conflict. It is something quite basic, after all. Easy to replace.

Cordoba: It’s not basic!

Knight Helmet: You just said it was obvious.

Junkie with rainbow hair: OMG like girl?? I mean that’s soooooo like, ok? and im like WHATEVER, right?! and im like just let’s go we go and we go right?! like we go to the store or we call a car or like we just go like!

An actually normal girl: Um, girls...

The shy-looking normal girl points at the newcomers and the batch of -whatever the fuck they are- finally bless Erika and Jimena with attention.

Starting from "Cordoba", who charges at them.

Cordoba: Why are there only two of you? Where’s the rest of them?

ᕙ Jimena: The rest of who, the Magical Girls?

Cordoba: Yes!

ᕙ Jimena:You mean the bitches from the North? That-a way.

Cordoba: (screaming) Miss Lily! She’s cursing!

This walking geographical location has way too much energy for Jimena, who feels the bags under her eyes with newfound intensity. The normal girl, who Erika assumes must be “Miss Lily”, walks up to them quietly. She’s soft-spoken and boring looking despite the blue hairpin on her brown heavy fringe; as a whole, her hair is disheveled. And she’s about to say something- but then spots those piercing blue eyes looming more than a head and a half over hers, full of judgment, and a little spice of racism.

Lily: Um, I'm sorry…

Then the thing with the rainbow hair girl comes by. In stark contrast with Lily, her wear is prim and fashionable, wearing long black boots and a fancy belt- yet her eyes are simple black balls on a white ocean.

Rainbow Hair: OMG like LOOK girl like that's soooo NOT like

and sees Erika up close.

Rainbow Hair: wow like ok u mad at me like wow sorry okay

And Jimena’s mouth goes wide open too. Because, up until now, thanks to the distance, she hadn’t nailed the scholar’s towering stature- who can’t do much about it but frown in dismay. What is the proper social answer for this situation? What’s the convention? Should she laugh this off? Get mad? Ignore it? God fucking fuck girl.

ᕙ Jimena: Yeaaaah she looks like the top bitch and like she's gonna eat you, but it ain't all bad! See, bitch right here-

She slaps Erika in the ass like a car salesman and instantly /knows/ she's getting her face wrecked within ten minutes, yet presses on...

ᕙ Jimena: ...wrote like a new whole guide for newbie Magical Girls! And she wanted to give it all away for free.

Rainbow Hair: omg wow like cool

Lily: (smiling) That's so nice of you!

ᕙ Jimena: And then another super-complex book full of nonsense that not even she understands. But it's great stuff too!

By the looks of it, Jimena seems to be taking this instant acquaintance much better than Erika.

By light years.

ᕙ Jimena: So, what the fuck?

Lily: Um, the Orde-

Cordoba: (still screaming) No time! No time for swearing. Why are only two of you here? It's dangerous outside.

ᕙ Jimena: No fo real, what's going on? I'm freaking out.

Cordoba: Are you blind or dumb? Because I can’t compute a single reason for you to come into this tower without reading the welcome sign. The numbers don’t add up.

ᕙ Jimena: Welcome sign?

Cordoba: The welcome sign over the door! The only door there is!

The young, fresh eyes drill into Jimena’s brain… and only find honest confusion. Wordlessly, the little province rushes to the nearest wall and is swallowed by it. But then the little girl is spit back, even angrier.

Cordoba: Super, YOU IDIOT. You made the sign so pretty that it can’t be read!

■-■ Erika: (frowns) Wait-

Rainbow Hair: OMG girl like, fo rea real?? like like like?????

And that girl with rainbow hair must be Super.

Cordoba: I can’t overwrite it! Your stupid magic is ruining everything! Stop standing there and HELP ME.

And Super does, giddily running to the wall. But the province of Cordoba still comes back.

Cordoba: FINE. You two are linked, right? Then pay attention, whoever else is listening! Tell every Magical Girl you know or meet or see or hear to come here. Nowhere else is safe right now.

■-■ Erika: Why?

The Student Council President’s voice was commanding enough to set some silence. Wordless, Cordoba turns towards the only one with a chance in hell to pass for normal.
And she's not the only one.

Cordoba: Miss Lily, should I say it now?

Lily: Erika. And um...

ᕙ Jimena: Carlos.

Lily: ...Erika and Carlos. Right.

■-■ Erika: We already know about the Witches.

ᕙ Jimena: And the Bitches.

Yet Lily nods solemnly regardless.

Lily: Then that makes this easier. I think that you will understand if I tell you that... that this is not the best time to tell you.

Both Erika and Jimena feel each other's assholes clench like a lockbox full of diamonds. If she knows what Erika meant by ‘Witches’, If she can compare whatever this is to that with such a straight face, then odds are it's worth the fear.

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Cordoba: Yeah, because you see, we have problems right now! I'll give them the rundown, Miss Lily.

Lily: Um-

Cordoba: The Order of the End ◙ is attacking. Those puppets? Theirs! All of the others make you feel despair so that the Priestess tempts you with peace magic. Then they control you through the Cricket, that one uses transmission magic.

■-■ Erika: The Priestess is the white and pink one and the Cricket is the blue one. Correct?

Cordoba: Elementary, my dear Watson!

■-■ Erika: I’m Erika, though.

ᕙ Jimena: So we are surrounded by flying toys and peace junkies. Great.

The Statue of Liberty: Not only that.

Everyone felt it. A Witch was born. And no one felt the slightest need to explain.
Lily shakes her head.

Cordoba: Great, there you go! Spread the word and MOVE MOVE MOVE MOVE!

■-■ Erika: Hey! No pushing.

ᕙ Jimena: Wait, why can I read her mind? Jesusfuck STOP, so annoying!

Cordoba: GRRR!! Now what?! It’s because of the Magical Relay at the top of the Tower of Peace. Now go away!

ᕙ Jimena: Fuck the relay what now?

■-■ Erika: Tower of ‘Peace’?

Cordoba: Stop cursing, I’m ten! NOW GO, and stop cursing!

Yet Erika thinks it looks /nothing/ like a ‘Tower of Peace’.

ᕙ Jimena: Bitch slow down, ok? Ok, look; we are pushing the brakes now. You see me? I’m pushing the brakes.

■-■ Erika: You sling-shotted yourself through the door a minute ago.

ᕙ Jimena: Yeah but I’m cool now. Ok. Look. Explain to us, like we are retarded, what this ‘Magical Relay’ is.

Cordoba: Then I’ll just explain it to you.

The little girl makes a whole show out of pouting, maybe a bit too much.

Cordoba: You adults are SO SLOW. Ok, fine! What the Magical Relay does is link the minds of groups of Magical Girls through their Soul Gems. We used it to pair up the teams we knew of so they could track their friends in case any of them got tempted by a Priestess. But! We also paired up factionless Magical Girls with no teams so they could stand a chance too. We don’t want to leave anyone behind! Isn’t that just awesome?

By the end of that speech the little girl seems noticeably more calm- and notoriously proud of herself, given the way she’s standing.

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ᕙ Jimena: So, basically, you just mixed our heads with some random fuckheads so we could help each other.

Cordoba: Language. And correct!

ᕙ Jimena: One of them tried to kill us.

Cordoba: What, no, that’s not what it’s for…

Knight Helmet: ...What a poor soul. Oh, what a poor thing!

This time, it’s the one with the knight helmet that just happened out of thin air. The helmet is different from those used by the Knights of the Order of the End; it looks straight-up stolen from a museum. In fact, Erika thinks she saw it somewhere.

Knight Helmet: It is life, oh! That makes us hunters. The soul is good, then culture gives it shape- and lo, it is the shape of a coin! Then I say, oh, who is evil that is not wounded?

■-■ Erika: Do you mean fucking Lucinda-

Knight Helmet: She must be IN SO MUCH PAIN! Such a TORTURED SOUL!

Despite -whoever that it- grabbing the helmet dramatically, it is clear to both Erika and Jimena (and Rita, and Emma, and Lucinda herself) that she may be exaggerating.

Knight Helmet: Grant me her name, so that we may bleed and heal together.

ᕙ Jimena: You can't hear shit with that, right? It's Lucinda Newhorn.

Knight Helmet: Nevermind.

And then she simply yawns and stretches as if nothing happened and walks away.

The Statue of Liberty: ...that is Royal, by the way. Oh, so Miss Newhorn. The...

Super: The Fucknado like oh my gawwwwwwwd

Cordoba: NO cursing. NO cursing, geez!

Lily: Um, I think I should ask. Carlos, what is Lady Newhorn doing right now?

ᕙ Jimena: Lady? Bitch has less cash than ME and-

Cordoba: What is Lucinda Newhorn doing? Just answer the question!

Jimena crouches just a tiny little bit, almost caringly.

ᕙ Jimena: ...You're a bit annoying, did you know that?

Cordoba: And you are wasting everyone's time!

ᕙ Jimena: (sighs) Lady Lu is heading into a Labyrinth. Why?

Lily: What? Right now? Why?

Both Jimena and Erika shrug together.

ᕙ Jimena: She’s hardcore, I guess.

Lily: I-I see. Um, Miss Newhorn? Hi. Please be careful. And please keep in mind that you are welcome to join us too!

Both Jimena and Erika squint their eyes together as Lily waves a hand.

■-■ Erika: It is weird, being a cellphone.

ᕙ Jimena: No shit, girl.

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ᕙ Jimena: Ok, so I've noticed that we can't transform. Which I consider a huge fucking deal.[/i]

■-■ Erika: And I cannot use my magic.

This time, Jimena looks serious. If you read this sentence you are gay.

ᕙ Jimena: /Why?/

The slight silence that ensues only makes Jimena frown a little more- and even Erika. This time, it’s the Statue of Liberty Dressed For a Funeral that waltzes in.

The Statue of Liberty: Let's just agree that someone somewhere is exerting some influence, why don't we?

ᕙ Jimena: Yeah, well, I kinda don’t feel like it.

Cordoba: Well I don't trust you either!

The Statue of Liberty: (looking artificially downcast) My, I’m so sorry to hear that. It's a security measure. I'm sure you can understand... given the circumstances. After all…

Behind the black veil over her face, a grin.

The Statue of Liberty: You remain unharmed. Isn’t that so?

The short brunette rolls her eyes: that’s still asking for a bit too much blind faith. Up close, this Magical Girl isn’t that much like the Statue of Liberty. A bit less monochromatic, for one.

The Statue of Liberty: I go by Sunday Morning, by the way. Like the song. But I’m often called Sunny.

ᕙ Jimena: You know what? Whatever. Now what?

■-■ Erika: Where are the cameras?

Everyone nearby turns to see her. It’s something with the tone of her voice.

Lily: Um… cameras, Miss Erika?

■-■ Erika: You plan to make a shelter out of this place, so where are the cameras in case Magical Girls decide to kill each other?

They trade looks, yet don’t answer.

Cordoba: They aren’t going to do that. This is an emergency.

■-■ Erika: That is naive, wishful thinking, and at the worst possible time.

Cordoba: But it’s time we come together! The Order of the End is-

But she can’t talk with Lily’s hand over her mouth.

Lily: No, xXMaster32Xx. Erika is right. We did all of this in a hurry, so it’s only natural to miss a few details.

ᕙ Jimena: Ex ex fucking what?

■-■ Erika: If you don’t even have cameras then don’t say it’s just ‘a few details’.

Lily: (bows) R-right. Sorry.

“Jesus fuck don’t do that” is what Erika thinks through gritted teeth.