“Magical Girls are the subconscious of society. They risk their lives day and night fighting man-devouring Witches- and each other.And themselves.And no one but them knows.Take these words to heart. This isn’t an instruction manual on how to develop a craft to impress your family and friends, because they must never know, this is a guide on how to survive another day in your new life as a Magical Girl.The first chapter will cover the fundamentals of both the functionality and vulnerabilities of your Soul Gem, in order for the most important lesson to be taught first:truth kills.”∿Excerpt from “Beginner's Guide to Magical Girls” by Erika Kruppman.“Lil bitches be cuhrazy.”∿Excerpt from “Magical Girls Are Real You Dumb Motherfuckers” by William “White Walker” Drayton Jr.
Previous (and first) Thread:/https://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive/2023/5493004INTRO (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.
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
◕ 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.
◕ 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 StrongDexterity: Anti-ExtremeConstitution: StrongMind: StrongCharisma: StrongIntelligence: StrongWisdom: Anti-ExtremeNew ᕙ:£ Physical Affinity: Magnitude 6λ Magical Affinity: Magnitude 5彡 Dexterity: Magnitude 1メ Perception: Magnitude 1⸫ Wisdom: Magnitude 4π Intelligence: Magnitude 5ღ Charisma: Magnitude 5φ Mind: Magnitude 5Ω Constitution: Magnitude 5Old ■-■:Power: NormalDexterity:StrongConstitution: WeakMind: StrongCharisma: Anti-ExtremeIntelligence: Very StrongWisdom: NormalNew ■-■:£ Physical Affinity: Magnitude 4λ Magical Affinity: Magnitude 6彡 Dexterity: Magnitude 5メ Perception: Magnitude 4⸫ Wisdom: Magnitude 2π Intelligence: Magnitude 6ღ Charisma: Magnitude 1φ Mind: Magnitude 6Ω Constitution: Magnitude 3Old ▲: Power: WeakDexterity: WeakConstitution: NormalMind: Strong (lawl)Charisma: StrongIntelligence: StrongWisdom: WeakNew ▲:£ Physical Affinity: Magnitude 2λ Magical Affinity: Magnitude 4彡 Dexterity: Magnitude 3メ Perception: Magnitude 3⸫ Wisdom: Magnitude 7π Intelligence: Magnitude 5ღ Charisma: Magnitude 6φ Mind: Magnitude 5Ω Constitution: Magnitude 4(cont)
Old ರೃ: Power: ExtremeDexterity: NormalConstitution: StrongMind: NormalCharisma: Anti-ExtremeIntelligence: WeakWisdom: NormalNew ರೃ:£ Physical Affinity: Magnitude 7λ Magical Affinity: Magnitude 7彡 Dexterity: Magnitude 4メ Perception: Magnitude 4⸫ Wisdom: Magnitude 1π Intelligence: Magnitude 3ღ Charisma: Magnitude 1φ Mind: Magnitude 4Ω Constitution: Magnitude 6Old 凸: Power: Very StrongDexterity: NormalConstitution: Very StrongMind: WeakCharisma: WeakIntelligence: WeakWisdom: WeakNew 凸:£ Physical Affinity: Magnitude 6λ Magical Affinity: Magnitude 6彡 Dexterity: Magnitude 4メ Perception: Magnitude 3⸫ Wisdom: Magnitude 3 π Intelligence: Magnitude 3ღ Charisma: Magnitude 3φ Mind: Magnitude 3Ω Constitution: Magnitude 6Of 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.
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 itfor 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
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.)
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: SquishyA 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.
>>5610047You glorious bastard, you're back.>>5610069DAMN RIGHT WE ARE!>>5610056>all gucas from first thread get one more point to distribute freely.Putting it into Magical Affinity.
>>5610094This 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 distributeAdding it to 'Constitution' for an upgrade to Magnitude 7
>>5610047God 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 sorryman, that's just part of the charm. I read it like three times while waiting>>5610070Nice 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>>5610074of fucking course, the mental conditions weren't bad enough already>statsand right on gotta show that Emma favoritism by giving her two more pointsI'm putting mine on Dex, sorry Giant Dad but i'm never catching a witch with these stats>>5610094thanks to whoever the fuck is that, the old op will be misseddamn you just can't help getting yourself in more shitwell I'm interested to see where this goes, good luck anons!
>>5610112thats so mean anon>>5610125shit 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!>>5610168oh 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?>>5610231added, welcome aboard!>>5610235holy shit that seems pretty metal actually. in this case she just would be like your average quest mc, which is, imho, bad enough>>5610249added and >>5610069 fucking hell finally. desu i wont be doing that much till weekend but at least the thread is finally here>>5610325fucking hell really? did i give emma 2 more points subconciously? srsly you gotta believe, tho i wouldnt deserve it at all lmaoand 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 anxiousaight 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
>>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.>>5610069Pic VERY related! We're BACKKKK>>5610070Stock images works! >>5610094Fuck 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 pointsNeat.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.
>>5610610I 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?>>5610350Where did those two extra go? I'm still having a bit of trouble reading how the Magnitudes translate to the old stats.
>>5610963this 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 besti 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*1Magnitude 3: 30, DP: Mag*2Magnitude 4: 50, DP: Mag*3Magnitude 5: 70, DP: Mag*4Magnitude 6: 80, DP: Mag*5Magnitude 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 samemagical 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 swearas for translation, its pretty simple. the old unextreme is magnitude 1, and extreme is magnitude 7i 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.>>5610610love 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?
>>5611104That 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)
>>5611104the 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 chinalso 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 greatI thought it meant each stat could only be upgraded/degraded up to three times, which was trueto 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 greatI 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.>>5611112Case in point.>that's dead and gone now, this time we'll only roll one dice.Oh. Good to know.>DP: Mag*xWait, 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: UnextremeMagnitude 2: Very WeakMagnitude 3: WeakMagnitude 4: NormalMagnitude 5: StrongMagnitude 6: Very strongMagnitude 7: ExtremeOkay 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.
>>5611189so 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 truea 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 wallso 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 blackbut 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 musclesbut 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 :DMA meguca: i OSDJ;AIS4D#"J;ASeioasue09(E'8EWM :DDex meguca: im fast and sneaky :DPer meguca: im OH FUCK RUWis meguca: im happy and nice :DInt meguca: Provided I have resources and prep time I do whatever the fuck i want :DCon meguca: im a meat wall :DMind meguca: im not on xanax :Dsee? 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 lessremoved. 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-maxIs 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
>>5611370>FreedomAre 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>>5611377lmao, 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
>>5611370Maybe 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.
>>5611443Sure, 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.
>>5611393>current year>not wishing for a water parkNever change, you scamps.>>5610070Regarding 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=zB0SpyKGAm0I 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>>5612047I 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>>5611496aight 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
>>5612616Yeah, just run Helen as she be. We can play her character by ear.
>>5612616If 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.
>>5612047Nothing 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.>>5612616I'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.>>5612422Sounds like a good fit for Jimena!>>5612738Emma 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. >MammothOn 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.>>5613203Not 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.
>>5613393haha Woolley mammoth go meow ;)
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 MOTHERFUCKERDad: 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 AGODad: 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!)
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.
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!)
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!)
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 thisShe 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!)
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.
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>>5611393nigga /I/ would wish for that, fuck working, just give me rice and a laptop.>>5611594assume 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.>>5612047this whole quest is based on music by Sergio Mendez.>>5612422fits>>5612738no 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 readyand shes as close to a milf as a guca can get anyway. 18 years old is actually fucking rare, man.oh fuck brb
>>5614034once again, op has bested himself at writing the angstiest shit imaginable, dear MadokaWelcome 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 postcool, 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 againi'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.
>>5614128oh 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>>5613203animatrix was way too much for its time, creepy as fuck but also cooland i agree 100% with the video>>5613393correct>>5613427fucking 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 launchersalso 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 sinalso wtf emma was an alligator??
>>5614158overfriendly 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>>5614141I 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>IncubatorUh oh, senpai. Also that image is fantastic--good idea with the different fonts!>>5614141Yep, 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!>>5614158Now 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 imageAh, *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.
>>5614353that's basically "I want more wishes" with extra steps. and it'd be a bit awkward since we got our wishes therealso 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.
>>5614353That'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 herUntil 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 motheryeah its edgy as fuck, but at least this shit is real>>5614294i considered adding a background but settled for simplicity because kyubey is a simple cat.>>5614353if 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 swapbasically, you so greedy!>>5614378keeping 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>>5614444all 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?>>5614454i wrote a wholeass answer and then deleted when i remembered kyubey is right in front of youaight lets give it a bit more. updates very likely tomorrow
>>5614711https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=n1qgLj8WZJgC 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".
>>5614711She 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?
>>5614790Also, 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...
>>5614745manlyalso yes yes yes yesdidnt even know it was jojo and still thought it was cool>>5614790what 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 chanceand no. having more con wont make emma throw up less. we are a quest with standardsalso 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
>>5614850Araki 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 flatalright, 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 motherThe 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.
>>5616392it's basically up to how Lumina feels like, but you can also choose the magnitude, it's weird
>>5614855wait isnt steel ball run part 7?>>5614858damn straight nigga we levelin up>>5615109i put "woman" to make it ambiguous on purpose, but yeah to helen-a that was mom>>5616185the masters only use to call people faggots on b>>5616392what >>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 otheralso im not the qm
>>5616515>wait isnt steel ball run part 7?Yeah.
[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
>>5617498aight 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 gucaso 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 area) roll as is and you convince the guca if you roll over 50b) try to wash some points off by being more specific (give reasons as why you wont backstab, sad backstory, beg, etc)>>5617516use your i m a g i n a t i o n negro
>>5617521Arguing 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.
>>5617550good stuff, now roll me that 1d100. you'll see how those points affect the result later
Rolled 80 (1d100)>>5617555
>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)
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)>?
>>5617717that'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 100Weird 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 updatesThat seems mean.
>>5617722the 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 correctlyno. 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 worksHm, strange, I feel like I've heard someone saying something like this somewhere before, but I can't seem to place it...lol
>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!)
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.
Ƹ> Helena Troyes <ƷAge: 8Personality 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 aloneTraits:-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: 1λ Magical Affinity: 6彡 Dexterity: 1メ Perception: 3⸫ Wisdom: 4π Intelligence: 4ღ Charisma: 6φ Mind: 3Ω Constitution: 1
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 traitsAh, 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 brokenThat 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.
>>5618867Oh damn new guca just dropped.Let's see how long she lasts...
>>5618871>Working with half of the wishHelen’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?
>>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.>>5617885with 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 mcoh 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 happyafter all, yall dark knights of dark souls 2 know i wont flake nowcuz i did that webm
>>5619206You 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.
>>5619206No 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
>>5619206Best 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 brokeTurns 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 schizoGive it enough mental breaks, and seeing the future, she'll reach schizo.
>>5620633True and factual.
>>5620633True, 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.
>>562136850 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.
>>5621385You 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 againTwo 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 boyfriendAnother 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 HolmesHigh int and/or wis meguca, probably and ally since Holmes is a good guy I want Erika to befriend her.>Heal my dogNot!Sif and disney princess-like animal companionship>I hate him, but I wish my brother was aliveHealslut, 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 classWas 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" somethingI could go on but I don't want to give our dear QM any ammo to use against us.
>>5620633True, factual, verdical, and cuhRAYzee>>5621368Interesting theory.... Helena's like 8 though, right? Can't recall how old the robbing victim looked, but it's certainly possible!>>5621385This 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?
>>5621004hey, ever wanted to know how woolly mammoths taste? https://www.smithsonianmag.com/smart-news/this-massive-meatball-was-made-with-woolly-mammoth-dna-180981908/>>5621506the 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 supportwould 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 herselfthe admitted brother-hater is family-oriented?>>5621623He-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 timeyou got a thick head alright>April Fool's?>same day after the alleged 3 day breakoh shit
>>5621754Mammoths are friends, not food!
>>5621754>the coordinators don't necessarily have to all know each otherTrue, 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 castto 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 memoriesoh no do go on, you already dun goofd lawl>>5622152you wouldnt dare look me in the eye and say they werent tasty as fuckwarning 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 loliYou seem to live a very interesting life, qm!
>>5622452>April Fool's EventI figure it's either gonna be us all dying to Walpurgisnacht or a massive football riot
>>5622470let 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 yetbut 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>>5622478none 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.
>>5623108yo qmigga here dude no need for a heads up, have fun with the tribe!
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.
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
>>5623302Huh.... well there's STILL time for a massive riot. And/or Walpurgisnacht. But since we're here already...>Study this orphan timeline furtherWhat could go wrong? : )>>5623108Have fun out there! Double-check that bungee cord too!
>>5623352Shit, too late. Alright, quicker response this time.>Fuck it
had to eat, brb writtan
>Fuck itIt'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
>>5623486Who indeed? This is Rita by the by!>Lonely girrrlll
>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.
>>5623548Hmmmm.... 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 forevermake emma go schizo early
>>5623578Switching to this
>all dat shitOr 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.>?
>>5623637well, that was informative at least. whatever, I'll support whatever yita votes if she's still around
im sleepynext post wraps it up and then onto the actual plot
>>5623637or not>see what she does
coinflip in ten if we dont break the tie
>>5623686>>5623682ok backpedaling now>push her
I'm sad that I missed the vote to choose the girl in the trashcan.
>>5623721sorry, but at least you may get to see her "soon"
>Push herIt'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.
>>5624353Good 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?!
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>>5623721boy maybe we do need a schedule>>5624398i already feel fulfilled. it is good to meet expectations>>5624423yes. at the very least, we have that: what matters. even in drough, we are all here together by the bonfire, watching emma get traumatizedbut well get there
>>5624398im helping>>5624420good ol' madoka, reality-wide silver lining of this cruel world>>5624537the biggest takeaway here isyou CAN do short updates
>>5624398Emma is our Madoka, she must therefore suffer.>>5624537Lovely 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.
>>5624398We're TEMPERING her for the arduous road ahead. You oughta be thanking us!>>5624537Good 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.
>>5624684You 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.
>>5624696on the one hand, her memories are what fuel her empathy and push her to be a lovely cinammon roll full of rageon the other hand, people won't ask her why she screams out of nowhere anymoreemma has choices
>>5627110...is going to end up dissected on a table.
DAY 15, GIVE IT UP FOR DAY 15
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
>>5630461Dang, wish ya good luck.
>>5630461Lmao No worries man. You do your thing and relax. Get fat money bills. See you on the other side!>Backflips away.
aight ive waited enoughsoapril fools bitcheeeeeeeeeesalso testin■-■: Erika Kruppman ■-■Age: 16Personality 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----StupidityStats:£ Physical Affinity: 4λ Magical Affinity: 7彡 Dexterity: 5メ Perception: 4⸫ Wisdom: 2π Intelligence: 6.ღ Charisma: 1φ Mind: 6Ω Constitution: 3Wish: "I wish to know all that can be known."Wanna know more? https://pastebin.com/3BBRzRQM
ᕙ Jimena Gimenez ᕗAge: 16Personality 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, vtubingStats:£ Physical Affinity: 6λ Magical Affinity: 5彡 Dexterity: 2メ Perception: 1⸫ Wisdom: 4π Intelligence: 5ღ Charisma: 5φ Mind: 5Ω Constitution: 5Wish: "I want to be able to eat my own ass."Wanna know more? https://pastebin.com/3kF84MKT
■-■: 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.
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 jumpscareif 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 likeand sees Erika up close.Rainbow Hair: wow like ok u mad at me like wow sorry okayAnd 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 coolLily: (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.
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.
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 gawwwwwwwdCordoba: 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.
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.
On the other hand, the girl dressed like Cordoba throws a tantrum.xXMaster32Xx or Cordoba or whatever: TOO SLOW, BYE.Lily: Uh? W-wait-But the elementary schooler ends up screaming as Super just /bursts/ out of the wall. The jumpscare ends with that little piece of country berating the taller girl, who just tilts her head sideways.ᕙ Jimena: Isn’t she like ten?■-■ Erika: She just said so herself.Lily: (sighing) She is. And yet, this tower was created with her magic. Please don’t think badly of xXMaster32Xx, being tired and afraid does that to anyone.ᕙ Jimena: No shit, then, but from now on that flea is ‘Cordoba’. So what were you guys saying when we got here?Lily: Cordoba. (thinks about it) That we- (musters up courage) that we forgot the toilet paper.■-■ Erika: …you are serious. Ok. I see. What else?Sunny: We also do not currently have a bathroom in this facility.■-■ Erika: …right.Erika claws her head.■-■ Erika: Right.And it looks scary as fuck. But at least she stops when Jimena looks at her.Lily: Um, it goes without saying but feel free to stay here as long as you like. It’s not safe outside anymore, so…■-■ Erika: You don’t even have cameras. What makes you think that this tower is safe?To Erika’s pleasant surprise, the normal-looking girl looks at her straight in her eyes.Lily: I’ve been the only one to know that this was going to happen for some time now, Miss Erika.■-■ Erika: What do you mean?Lily: I know what this branch of the Order of the End is capable of. The Magical Girls here with me are the ones I’ve scouted to counter what was going to happen today. You are safe here.She shows Erika the pink ring on her finger.Lily: I’m Lily Evans Haze, a Magical Girl. And I’m, um!, the /leader/ of the team in charge of the Tower of Peace, the Tower of Peace Team 卌!卌 Sunny: (giggles) I do believe we should consider a different title for our enterprise, Miss Leader.卌 Lily: Oh, you think so too?
Jimena shrugs.ᕙ Jimena: Well, that’s cool I guess, I dunno. Thanks for the info.She looks at Erika. Both walk away.ᕙ Jimena: Now what?■-■ Erika: Who knows.卌 Sunny: (from the distance) If you would be willing to lend a hand, that would be much appreciated. Our goal is to ensure the survival of Magical Girls.ᕙ Jimena: Alright, cool.She didn’t say it loud enough. They keep walking away. When they gained enough distance, Erika stands in front of Jimena and waits for her to follow suit. When that happens, she bitch-slaps the short brunette with the back of her dainty hand.ᕙ Jimena: AAWW! FUCKKING-! BITCH!!AAAAAaaaaaaaaaaa. Ok, I'm sorry.That cheek is bright red, but at least that anger is now cinders.>?
▲ Emma Imeredala ▲Age: 17 (very close to 18)Personality Type: INFJ-Cautious. Would rather think than do.-Supreme abstract thinking. Very aware of how things could play out, yet her head-in-the-clouds attitude makes her both very clumsy and prone to miss entire facts.-Keen awareness of how beliefs affect people, yet bad at telling how hard or easy it would be to achieve efficacy.Profile:Emma grew a bit faster than most- at least physically. Can easily be considered a 'normie' by most standards, and most of her friends remain surprised that after digging into her the shoe still fits. This, while boring, does give her a particularly attractive aura- the aura of comfort, coziness, and predictability.But shallow waters run deep, and there is much going on inside Lake Emma. In love with her whole family, she finds in the certainty of her impending demise the strength to stop herself from bonding with it to spare them the pain of losing her. For such a reason she acts cold and is in turn cold towards herself too.Physical Appearance: Very long black hair with two sideways bangs that start in braids and then flow freely halfway up to her waist, unnaturally green eyes with no iris, well-developed yet slightly skinny body, skin tone noticeably lighter than average.Core belief: Sacrifice will make her happy.Magical Trait: Immune to cognitive dissonance. Does not speak with words, but with feelings, yet nobody ever notices.Magical Power: Unity. Can change the goals of individuals. This has one very important caveat to be taken into account: once a goal has been chosen, it can only be changed through direct conflict. Stubbornness can be a deadly thing.Interests: ++++Her family++Making people happy+Nature+Cooking+Animals-Witch Hunting---Clocks---Being a burdenStats:£ Physical Affinity: 2λ Magical Affinity: 4彡 Dexterity: 3メ Perception: 3⸫ Wisdom: 7π Intelligence: 5ღ Charisma: 6φ Mind: 5Ω Constitution: 4Wish: "Grant me a large and happy family."Wanna know more? https://pastebin.com/x7hnvRmS
▲ Emma Imeredala ▲-A kind-hearted Magical Girl capable of imprinting her own intentions into other people.-Her Magical Weapon is a two-handed scepter.-She wished for a big, happy family.-After writing a list of all Toys seen so far in her cellphone, Emma regrets her stillness.Unity.It’s not like types of magic come with a name. What happens is that most of the time the name granted is not enough to cover its full capabilities. Magical Girls, thus, end up limiting their magic only to what the name implies they can use it for.And Unity is a great example.The one and only thing that keeps people together is sharing a goal, or at least thinking that they do until they find out, years later, that they never did. In the meantime, their power combines. The few times Unity has been used have been for the sake of combining forces.But imprinting intentions on others can do more than just merge forces, with a little imagination. One may think it crazy that turning someone into your enemy could be beneficial, yet the voices in our heads collide on the daily. Does that collision have benefits? Does the struggle in our head bear fruit? Conviction is important, but so is elasticity.
----------------------Recoleta-------------------—--------Imeredala’s Household—-------Five minutes ago, like every other day she cares to remember, Emma Imeredala was having breakfast with her family. The hulking russian mother, secret chieftain of the Imeredalas, was sitting at the head of the table, while Pedro the Boy, as usual, took the seat by Clara’s side so he could tease her and she could pretend to be annoyed. Then there was Pedro the Uncle, sitting next to Aunt Marta, and then four years old Lautaro by the side of Romina, who was stuck awkwardly in a corner. Finally, for whatever reason, Emma faced her stern mother from the other side of the table. As usual.Too much can change in five minutes.It’s as if a clown had killed them with a pie to the face. Stiff in her entirety, not even daring to be astonished, Emma stares as both Lautaro and Romina lay each with their face on their dishes like ostriches playing hide and seek. When even Pedro the Boy falls to the side like a boulder and her aunt screams bloody murder, Emma is still staring, as the Green Jester still stubbornly pours sugar into the orange juice...And Emma thinks it knows.That the presence knows she deliberately did nothing to stop this.That she wasted golden time to keep the illusion that everything was alright.She feels it crawling in the skin, the peace, as Aunt Marta and Uncle Pedro go crazy and scream and call the ambulance and everyone else. Which is convenient, at least now. Because right now, right behind Emma, looms the white and pink Toy, the cape that is most of its body weaving as if creeping through the air. As if judging her.There can be peace in defeat; when we give up completely. When there is no more reason to struggle, when we are overpowered beyond our limits. More often than not, it’s only when it’s over that we discover freedom. If this is the freedom Lucinda treasures, Emma thinks as it grows into her back like roots, then maybe they have something in common.Shaking, Emma starts standing. Like the hands of a clock, her slightly skinny body sways side by side. As she stands, the Magical Girl grasps for the dish, her trembling claw almost flipping it overthen, in a single, fluid motionEmma turns around and hits the Toy with it so hard that the dish shatters into a rain of ceramic splinters. Both pink and white spiral erratically in the air, but then the Toy straightens up and darts away like a wise man. Left behind, the blue little cricket ‘screams’ and isn't late to follow suit.
She feels it coming back, gasping, sweating. It wasn’t depression: it was peace. Crawling back from the depths come the old shackles, the old debts, to sink their teeth in her. Crying, Emma is yet proud of herself. For her family, she gave up the oasis.But then the worries come back too and she is dashing to Romina before the fear hits. It’s only when she turns around that Emma discovers that an interesting chunk of her family is staring at the picture made of ketchup, onions sauce, and spaghetti drawn on her pajamasand the splinters on the floor.Mom: Did you do that?…Her tongue tied, Emma pants in dismay when she sees it. The Red Toy, capable of emotional manipulation, is still standing on her mother’s shoulder, as the peaceful giant takes big steps toward her.Uncle Pedro: No? Чтo? Heт! It’s the syrnyk!Aunt Marta: I saw it too, it must be poisoned! Эммa, what are you doing?Mom: Answer.Aunt Marta: This is the worst time to jump to conclusions! Кaкoй пoзop! Help me take Pedro!Mom: So you are not saying no.Emma is frozen.Mom: Эммa.Only one look and Emma knows that there will be no dialogue. Buried in her mother’s shadow, as usual, the skinny girl is stuck convincing herself that the rejection in those eyes is pure magic.And then she feels the pink and white rising behind her.And then she hears the Black Knight at the window..And then she sees the Green Jester on Clara.Four, five- six of them.Emma is surrounded by her mother and six Toysand a steel pipe, long as her arm, that the workers fixing the bathroom left yesterday.>?
凸 Rita Hammerhead 凸Age: 13Personality Type: ESFP-Impulsive. Would rather do than think.-Very connected to the moment. An opportunist to the bone, yet a total ignorant to the consequences of her own actions.-A bit selfish but gentle, yet not so tidy or practical.Profile:Yes, Hammerhead is her actual last name. Yes, it sounds exactly like that. Yes, it fits.There is something to be said about the power of names- and it is that some people think they mean something. In time, Rita ended up thinking the same. It was freeing in a sense; now that everyone expected her to live up to her name and act like a complete fucking idiot, she could act like a complete fucking idiot to make everyone happy. No one would be able to tell that her intent was born purely out of the kindness of her wonderful heart nowadays, but she doesn't mind: after all, sugar is awesome.Addicted to obscure video games, she lives up her parents and dumpster dives for sweets.Physical Appearance: Short, thick, and messy very dark blue hair. One eye is blue, the other yellow; heterochromia. Short, yet slightly taller than average for her age. Often somewhat dirty or hurt and dressed in ragged, second-hand clothes. Exotic, unnaturally sculpted body that redefines standards of beauty, hardly ever seen in full bloom. Often wears a white eyepatch.Core belief: Fun will make her happy.Magical Trait: Unexplainable events happen around her with high frequency. Unexplored.Magical Power: Unknown.Interests: (The preferences of the Magical Girl. Both can be a source of joy and sorrow.)++++Fun+++Integrity+++Mom and Dad++The dogs++Morko the Ratty (stuffed animal)++Candy++Vidya++SEANanigans++Bugs++Anime+Rain-Bitter or spicy food--Adults other than her parents--Other boys and girls--Guns--"The Closet Monster"---Mean people---Sadness---SchoolStats:£ Physical Affinity: 6λ Magical Affinity: 6彡 Dexterity: 4メ Perception: 3⸫ Wisdom: 3π Intelligence: 3ღ Charisma: 3φ Mind: 4Ω Constitution: 6Wish: "I want my own aquatic park!"Wanna know more? https://pastebin.com/TFY7q4QK
凸 Rita Hammerhead 凸-A fun-hearted Magical Girl.-Her Magical Weapon is a long rapier.-She wished to own a water park.-In chains, Rita looks for options elsewhere.“I want my own aquatic park!”…but /what/? To shoot water out of her nose? Her mouth? Was she always a Squirtle on a skirt?Just what kind of power do you get out of asking for an aquatic park?!----------------------La Boca, North-------------------—-----------Water Park SEAnanigans—----------Rita Hammerhead can’t move. Struggling to at least remain standing, her eyes follow, one by one, each link of the two chains buried in her densely packed armor to their sources; two Black Knights. Who float above her from opposite sides, far enough from each other to leave her no room to move at all. Five of them; she counted them. Instead of sinking their ethereal chains into her as well, the other three target SEAnanigans itself. Her water park. The place she gave up her soul for.One of the Black Knights straight-up tackles the steel columns holding the tubes in place one by one, maybe looking for the weakest, maybe trying to make music. It doesn’t come unscattered from its attempts to bring the colorful attraction down through sheer brutality, yet it seems sure enough that it won’t be the first to break..One of the yellow tubes from the “Fall Like An Angel” ride is yanked out cleanly, spinning mid-air until it bounces on the floor with a thunderous, hollow sound. It stops next to the receptionist booth where a blue and a pink and white toy peek from, as the rest of the structure of the ride begins to collapse under its own weight.This smells bad. So bad.And not just because half of Rita’s hair is white from bird shit.Then what is it? What power did she get? Could she have gotten nothing at all? Did she end up with a power like turning crabs into pink fuel that can then make Toyota-brand cars capable of doing taxes?! It could be. It’s on the table. A power so cryptic and specific that she’s neither ever finding it out nor finding any use for it. Yet Rita, for the first time in a long, long, while, thinks. She falls inside herself.
If it’s something related to water, well, she still gets wet like anyone else.If it’s the power to make people happy then it doesn’t work on herself.If it’s business savvy, well, it’s still hidden somewhere else.…Right above the one meant for little kids, the third black flying Toy is latched to the pipes below and trying to drag the whole thing to the sky. As the red in the heart-shaped Soul Gem is eaten by black flames, Rita, or whoever she is right now, doesn’t doubt that her only way out is in. This time, her mind is the only place left to go.Why would she end up wearing armor? And an armor so heavy, at that. Did the old knights use water parks to test their valor? Is her power turning into a walking church? Or Joan D’Arc?It’s not her second personality, that much she both knows. That one came out later.When the Black Knight slams into a column and finally bends it, Rita’s brain shakes as much as the water pipes. It’s as if the clues she had gathered in her hands were slapped off and scattered all over the groundbut she will kneel for them.Last year, the truck she jumped into followed Aurelio and took her to the Fantasy Inc HQ. Just now, the first chain hit a pigeon instead of her. That one time someone sprayed her with deodorant and she kicked him in the balls some random passerby ended up getting scolded. Finally, she slips and falls to the side. From her eyes, the whole park is now hanging from a wall.Think.Please, please think.
When she swings the rapier hard enough, it leaves crystals that look like mirrors right under whenever the tip passes by. Her whole armor is themed around stained glass mirrors like those of a church, the ones with the guys with the bowl cuts doing funny faces. Mirrors. It has to have something to do with mirrors!凸 Rita: STOP!Her childish personality is taking over. The engine inside her chest goes into overdrive.凸 Rita: STOP! STOP! STOP! STOP!They don’t. Eyes open, pipes bending, tubes creaking, it all comes down at once in a symphony of fat drums and water splashing. SEAnanigans breaks. The ensuing cloud of dust, its last wail, swallows her, leaving nothing but gray in or out of Rita. Who can’t even think anymore.…When it gets clear, Rita is still chained, still on her knees, still crying- under the white-and-pink Toy. Its cape shakes like a banner to the wind.And then everything is alright.All is lost now. She won’t have to worry about the re-inauguration. She won’t have to argue with employees, read numbers, or study that book on finance. Her wish, her soul, her worries: all gone. All that’s left is now, this gentle, soothing wind, the weight of this armor, and the funny flying toys swarming her. When the little blue one shyly floats by, Rita doesn’t even lift a finger. When the voice knocks on her ears, she has to look for a reason to pay attention like her mom when she loses the keys.Voice from Blue: Hello. What is your name?The voice is sweet. It seems nice.凸 Rita: Hi. I’m Rita.Voice from Blue: Hello, Rita. If you do what I say, you will never have to feel bad ever again.凸 Rita: Hi. I’m Rita.Voice from Blue: You said that already. I’m sharing my happiness with you. If you help me be happy, we’ll be happy together.Like in the water park. That would work!凸 Rita: I want to share it too.Voice from Blue: That’s the spirit, but you can’t. I will do it for you.Yet even though the tendrils of peace dig deep into her heart, Rita pouts.Why not?Why wouldn’t she share it?Come on everyone, let’s all dance and be nice. There is no reason to worry!
…The black knights linger in the air, the blue cricket starts losing height until pink and white picks it up in the air. From the thick darkness in its cowl, its single yellow eye darts like crazy as all other Toys fall slowly to the ground.But Rita? Risa rises.Like a retired bouncer turned construction worker woken up, for the seventh time, by the wannabe death metal band next door, Risa rises. That slowly. That carefully.That ready.And when that little yellow dot meets her, it finds someone having a really bad time, someone that ruined her life- someone very, very angry. Rita doesn’t go for it. Instead, the stained glass in her armor shakes and glows as its colors grow ever brighter. They explode. Bang. Rita is launched into heaven. The two Black Knights that held her, dragged by the chains, get smashed together right under the Magical Girl. And when the chains pull her back, right as she’s snapped back to them, the rapier instantly draws a circle in the air and Rita gracefully falls through the scattered pieces of the Toys, which rain around her.As some of the shards bounce off her, Rita, on her knees, takes time to stand. The thick metal shoes, twice the size of her feet, crush the tiny pebbles and wood splinters as she walks toward the pink and white Toy. Who finally puts piece and piece together and darts away, yet it takes it a bit more to realize that it’s doing so with half its body. The blue toy, ‘screaming’ almost comically, makes a run for it too- only to end up at the tip of the rapier, which drew a line of crystals right under it.Shaking the blue toy away like it was a cockroach, free of any kind of chain, Rita turns to the three remaining Black Knights as the lethargy washes out of them. The first shoots its chain straight and ends up with a silent ‘O’ between its shoulders, so clean the cut that the pieces fall vertically as crystals spawn all over them. The second takes advantage and shoots, only for its chain to end in the head of the third Black Knight, which then couldn’t run away before the oversized rapier drew a clean line through it. Still stuck to its brethren, the second and final Black Knight bursts into a mad dash as it drags half of it with it- but ends up crashing against Rita’s chest piece instead. Who, right now, is studying it face to face.
凸 Rita: What are you?No answer. The Black Knight slams its chain into Rita’s chest plate only to find out it can’t get away; the girl is grabbing it. Shaking frantically, it soon finds itself slammed into a wall, then very still. Rita, the second Rita, the one that doesn’t cry, patiently lets the Black Toy squirm around as its magical signature drains. When it does, it doesn’t try to spin anymore, slam into her, or fly away; it doesn’t do a thing. When Rita relaxes her grip, the Black Knight slides the wall down like a flower vase pushed by a cat but made of wood.It wasn’t the wish, in the end. It wasn’t because she asked for an aquatic park. The secret to her magical power, all this time, laid in how it was granted. Out of nowhere, Rita appeared in multiple testaments, won many raffles she didn’t know of, and got gifted money by strangers on the street- which creeped her out, at the time. People that had to give something to someone else gave it to her instead, and people that wanted to hurt her ended up hurting someone else. And it also seems to happen automatically.It’s the ability to decide the targets. All this time, her power was ‘Target Redirection’.>Rita has learned ‘Target Redirection’. She can now use it consciously.Rita shakes her transformation away. She’s Dante, again, combo-ing the shit out of the bad guys and walking through ruins. But when she tries to spit a one-liner the words get stuck in her mouth. SEAnanigans is a graveyard. The silence squeezes her chest and Rita finds herself gasping in panic, over and over, not daring to look at her Soul Gem. The morning sun finds her alone and surrounded by chunks of wood and tiny papers, but a voice inside reminds Rita that she’s not alone, and that calms her down.Yet Rita feels the dire need to look at it. She musters up the courage and lifts her chin. The damage done to her park, which was left to rust to begin with, seems even deeper than it looks. The faint chatter of people outside doesn’t pass her by, either, and Rita finds herself crying at full strength, wailing like a baby asking to be lifted.>?
ರೃ Lucinda Newhorn ರೃAge: 16Personality Type: ESTJ-Impulsive. Would rather do than think.-Efficient and disciplined to the extreme, yet almost entirely unaware of the meaning behind objects and actions.-Good with concrete facts and data, bad with abstractions.Profile:Sadly enough, it doesn't take too many brain cells to figure out that we all are slaves in one giant prison. If you don't work, you don't eat; if you don't eat, you die. If you don't work, you die- and Lucinda Newhorn pieced this together much faster than most. The reality of the bigger picture was made all the more apparent by the smaller picture she was made to fit into: overly conservative parents, an almost rich family, traditions, studies, serious dinners, studies, piano classes, studies, forced friendships with kids from select families, studies-That one time she got yelled at for coming back home laughing after slipping into mud made it perfectly clear that her family wanted to be "Respected". Which she found endlessly amusing when she found out one of her classmates, an actually very rich girl, picking her nose in the middle of class.Physical Appearance: Complex, long blonde hair done in a sidebang, held in place by a blue ribbon hanging under her right ear. Bright blue eyes. Slender, curved body that matches all common aesthetic standards; model-tier beauty that sets her far apart from most other girls. Inquisitive dead stare. Never smiles.Core Belief: Freedom will make her happy.Magical Trait: Unable to care about external opinions, even when those come from within. This makes her impossible to influence unless solid evidence is presented.Magical Power: Freedom. She can temporarily ignore aspects of reality currently affecting her. Has no transitive properties. The only way to be free from this world is to not let it affect you. However, the world is also where you rest your feet, what keeps you standing, so becoming free from it and going to live in the wild may be dangerous.This power has a major caveat: it physically wounds her whenever she stops using it. The longer she stays, the more it will hurt.Interests: +++Freedom++Feelings+Control+Perfection+Silence-------Other PeopleStats:£ Physical Affinity: 7λ Magical Affinity: 7彡 Dexterity: 4メ Perception: 4⸫ Wisdom: 1π Intelligence: 3ღ Charisma: 1φ Mind: 4Ω Constitution: 7Wish: "Freedom."Wanna know more? https://pastebin.com/sdLC6BS0
ರೃ Lucinda Newhorn ರೃ-A stoic-hearted Magical Girl capable of becoming free of anything.-Her Magical Weapon is a gigantic crossbow that can turn into a scythe.-She wished for freedom.-Despite her misanthropic nature, she has found an interest in animals.------------------------Villa Soldati–-------------------—--------Hotel ‘The Best Donkey’,Rooftop—-------“If you are there, you can’t be here. Just being somewhere is a shackle.”The Magical Girl who told her that has no shackles anymore. Lucinda Newhorn, sitting on the air-conditioning unit on the roof of some shitty hotel, dares to entertain that old point- as the conga train of possessed humans, shaking their hips so lively, is getting swallowed by the entrance to the Witch’s Labyrinth. Right after the last person steps into the portal and not a second later, the blonde hunter cuts her own train of thought short. Lucinda stands. Chains erupt from heaven and floor to swallow her whole, only to explode in a rain of iron and leave her in the white, asymmetric dress that is her magical form. Touching the cold, coarse concrete with her naked feet sets her at ease; it makes her feel in control. Towards the circle, she carries the coffin-like weapon on her back, like Christ bending under the cross.She will not wait.The floating magical circle with weird, precise patterns right ahead of her is breathing. This time, the symbol resembles a banana. To Lucinda, how a banana would look had it been carved in a wall by a caveman in a cave. It’s that lack of polish, that vagueness; it’s what makes every Labyrinth so deeply unsettling.Among other things, of course.Standing in front of it, with no conga line to rush her, Lucinda lingers. Measuring the magical power of both Witches and Magical Girls is often straightforward, yet she’s having trouble making sure. It goes like this: the more complex a magical pattern is, the more unpredictable it is. The more unpredictable it is, the harder it is to beat it. Just to make sure she’s gauging the risks right, Lucinda lets herself exist in front of this entrance to the absurd and feel its ‘wind’ with the white crystal that is her soul. Eyes closed. Mind focused.Eyes open, Lucinda steps in.
-----------¢±µA≈Ø∩ΓßAαδΦΘдФ｡︵༼༽Aω-—-------The music is upbeat, melancholic, and, as expected, follows no rhythm. It comes from everywhere at once, yet the first thing Lucinda notices is the empty straight line right in front of her. Accentuated by debris, going as far as she can see, it’s like a perfect tunnel in broad daylight. Around it are fairground stalls,around her too.Lucinda goes pale. She’s standing very, very still. The Familiars of this labyrinth, featureless yellow silhouettes neither man nor monkey surround her from every angle to the point that she’s almost choking. They come and go, ignoring her completely, moving forward frame by frame like a broken movie tape. Only letting her blue eyes move, she sees stalls past the yellow shapes, with what seems like games and prizes on the walls. Finally daring to turn around, Lucinda finds more of the same.Then she looks up.The gigantic face looks straight at her, so big or close that she can’t see its chin and eyebrows at the same time. No mouth no nose but eyes, eyes scattered, eyes inside more eyes.Already clenching her teeth and sweating, Lucinda simply looks away. This is a new one. This was not in the book. Entrances aren’t ever this guarded. She did not become invisible to enter because she would not be able to see, but had this hunter known that she would instantly be amidst a crowd, under such a heavy gaze, she would have stepped in blind. Too late for that, now. And yet, nothing happens.Surrounded by madness, often pushing the Familiars with her shoulders, Lucinda wanders through the extravagant fair inside the Labyrinth. She doesn’t want to look at what’s under her feet. She doesn’t want to be a part of it.The letters on the posters of the stalls are vague and did not repeat even once so far. Most of the games in them seem oddly familiar, but when she stops to stare at the Familiars playing them she’s wrong ten times out of ten. The rules are so vague that she wonders if there are rules at all, conditions to win or lose, limits, and good practices, but there does seem to be a pattern. The Familiars sometimes win and get a prize, and sometimes lose and remain meek as they are devoured like it was a chore. Or maybe those are the ones that won. The captured humans are playing too.This Labyrinth is abnormal, more so than most of those she visited or knows of. Still not the strangest, no; not by a long shot. But even a stranger breathes and bleeds, and somewhere in here is a Witch, and the Familiars, in one way or the other, live and die for it.>?
my fucking gooooooood just posting all that tookan houraight ok. before anyone asks or thinks, lucinda and emmas posts are shorter cuz their scenarios are complex. now that out of the way, warnings:a) expect a dip in qualityb) expect a dip in lenghtc) expect me to not post jack shit for like four days so i can catch up with c++d) no helen yetthe true reality my nagas is that im really fucking busy rn, but you guys been waiting for like two months so my heart didnt let me leave you hangin. let us not consider this thread a benchmark for the future like at fucking all; many reasons for thatphallus
>>5630712Holy SHIT, dude, that was a whole lotta words you just churned out! Thanks for taking the time to give all the girls some limelight and for checking in with us about your schedule.Not sure if the >? is a prompt for the next action or not, but I'll figure something out once I confirm it is or isn't and sober up a bit. Good luck on C++!
>>5630712The main cast and plot development, the water park power revealed! Time to see what the others will do.Those pastebin character sheets are very helpful.
>>5630712> their scenarios are complexYeah, my gamble of weathering the storm really doesn't appear to be paying off. It's just as good that we have a couple days until the next update, because I need to mull this one over for a while.At the very least I've got the cover up/Masquerade (Meguca-squerade? Meg-squerade? Meguca-rade? Whatever) figured out. Once the Toys are off, everyone should blame a weird case of food poisoning that either knocked people out or screwed with their head. And promptly decide to not think about it again.The biggest problem, perhaps literally, is that the red toy has bear mom. There could be a play here.>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?So all the puppets are subservient to White/Pink and Blue. And the goal is mind control. Honestly I'm half-tempted to have Emma stand here and let herself get punched by her mom. It depends on if that "Cricket" can mind control someone who isn't conscious. On the one hand, no awake mind to control. On the other hand, no resistance.I'll think about it some more, but at the very least the "weird food poisoning" option could cover Emma's butt if she needs to get physical. People are quick to blame mundane causes for witnessing unnatural events, after all.What i the likelier scenario, that Emma changed outfits and started batting at the air and doing martial arts or that some of the breakfast's ingredients were past expiration date and gave everyone some weird side effects?
>>5630712You go rest or study my man, you've definitely earned it. Take a few months off to get shit straight in your life, and when you feel ready, make a set time to pick the quest back up!> before anyone asks or thinks, lucinda and emmas posts are shorter cuz their scenarios are complex.Don't worry about it my duuuuuuuude, it's all chilllllll. I'm just happy to see you posted anything at all! Being a QM is far more time and effort consuming that people think, so just take it easy. You've gotta pace yourself, otherwise you'll face burnout and end up not wanting to continue at all.
>>5630703I'm 99.998% sure that the >? is a prompt, so here's mine.Prompt for next action:>ACTION: Approach and observe one of the fairground game stalls, then after learning about the rules of the game as much as possible, play it and attempt to win one of the "prizes".My thinking is that, since the witch is hiding somewhere in this labyrinth, and it probably isn't aware its being hunted yet, Lucinda would probably want to wait until the witch comes out of hiding by itself to consume some of the captured humans.This way Lucinda doesn't have to fight more enemies than she needs to, the witch comes to HER, and she doesn't scare off the witch. The path of least resistance.Also maybe winning a prize will trigger the witch to come out into the open.
>>5630699Okay, well-rested and sober now. Let's see here....>morning sunSo is the witch tower still there or did she miss the fun? I've got two things in mind in either case:If the Witch is still around and she didn't miss the party:>ACTION: Continue towards the tower. Get motivated.Did Dante give up when Mundus killed Trish? No way--he went full Sparda and tore his ass apart! Plus whoever messed up her Playstation must still be around...If Witch time was missed:>ACTION: Head to Marco Aurelio's office and ask him for help.This girl's been an island for too long. It's time she reached out for assistance.
>>5630681>ACTION: Adress your fellow chuubas, let em' what the fuck is going on.Well that was one smooth infodump softly landing on the infotoilet. Now, gather up the north, south and east tribes, Buenos Aires is under fucking attack!>>5630712hey, its fine. at least its not confederate magical girl quest.>>5630948hey sorry, i don't wanna sound patronizing or hurt your feeling but let's be real I don't give a shit. Just swallow your morals, take the obvious way out and use your damn power, letting shit escalate is gonna be worse one hundred percent.>>5631272im pretty fucking sure it hasn't been that long. there isn't anything left to do in the tower, so much for that. the witch is still in Lucinda's territory tho another one apparently spawned during the cutscene, so you got options.
>>5631534Shit, you're right. So much for me following along! In that case I'll just say screw it and swap to the following:>>5630699If Rita has an inkling of where Lucinda's Turf Witch is:>ACTION: Head for the Witch SignalIf she doesn't,>ACTION: See Aurelio
>>5630681>Well, that was utterly unprofessional of them, time to do damage control.>Action: Start getting magical girls in the tower, begin with the West tribe and go counter-clockwise through all of them with the vtuber like the poorly acted scene from the Acts. As for what to tell the girls... 'You are invited to the tower on the neutral grounds for a mandatory regarding the security of Magical Girl Community of Buenos Aires(MGC-BA)©' Yes, that's perfect and to the point, nobody would be unresonable enough to not join them.>>5631534Here's my plan>we go get the LARPers(westside),>then the normies(northside) >then the others>then make sure nobody is killing eachother in the tower>then kill the chuunigucas>then unite the tribes>then seize the means of production from Kyubey and establish a magocratic rule on EarthYou in?
>>5631699here's my plan>we shit an infodump on the crowd>i leave to save my nascent videogame series and streamer career>sleep>?>profitbut if the colonizers haven't enslaved us all by then I'll make room in my schedule just for you miss president
>>5630741np doggo. the >? means 'do stuff'. i told helen but i forgot to tell you guys too.>>5630859im addicted to flavor text>>5630948>It depends on if that "Cricket" can mind control someone who isn't conscious.hey, you could ask>People are quick to blame mundane causes for witnessing unnatural events, after all.much true, and yet the opposite pattern takes half the cake. i once left an apple on my cousin's desk and she freaked the fuck out thinking it was a warning from a ghost or some weird cult stuff i dont remember the name of>>5631054>You go rest or study my man, you've definitely earned it. Take a few months off to get shit straight in your life, and when you feel ready, make a set time to pick the quest back up!tempting but let's try short posts first and see how it goesmaybe i just shouldnt do all at once>>5631061that would be an m3 perc roll to see wtf, an m3 int roll to figure stuff out.there are many games, so we won't roll for that yet>>5631272oh we ain't doing witch time like ever, that was when i thought i could do short posts>>5631534>ACTION: Adress your fellow chuubas, let em' what the fuck is going on.which first, but char roll anyway>hey, its fine. at least its not confederate magical girl quest.the whole debate about slaves and lincoln was kinda interesting>>5631557let's just say that there's more than one witch signal. if you wanna go for lucinda's roll me dex to see how long it takes you to get to Villa Soldati from where you are, same if you wanna see aurelio.or, if you just wanna look for mature witches in the area, roll perc and that will determine the time it takes rita to find one>>5631699>>5631705aight so>getting hunted by flying little shits out of nowhere>in front of a strange creepy ass tower that just happened to spawn over the one and only safe place>likely near entire squads of other factions they may most likely have some kind of beef with or simply need grief seed for their friendsyup. if you wanna convince the west girls to come in and make themselves at home id say this is a solid m4 char roll for the both of youalso i was gonna say something but i forgot
Rolled 17 (1d100)>>5631785alright, I don't wanna jinx it but maybe you should sit this one out Erika
>>5631797well i jinxed it
Rolled 100 (1d100)>>5631785Villa Soldati here we come, I guess! Rolling Dex... EVERYBODY HANG ON TO SOMETHING
>>5631833damn you fast
>>5631838I TOLD you guys to hang onto something. All that sugar finally paid off for our favorite street urchin
"Nigga please. I been to dem penitentiary aight, y'know you do the things, you suck some dick, bad shit like bad, son, and don't even get me started on how mah ass got there in the first place. But bitch ok, ok hear me outwhat those girls go throughthat has no name, son. I saw it, never did coke again. Cold turkey. Quit rapping, quit bitches, quit the hood, quit it allll, man, alll, i quit it all man. Formula 1 record in getting my shit straight. Now I look for the girls. They tell me stories. One wanted to be a docto so I dragged my ass to college so she could like read all that shit and do all the exams and that shit and i had to see dead motherfuckers, man, like their asses so white, man, jesus, but bitch was havin the time of her life lemme tell ya. Causa i got like this wire and shit and bitch told me all the answers and son jesus she shoulda been the pimp, not me, cuz it ain't easyone day she didnt read a messageand that was itthat simpleand y'all slime-ass-cracka-bitches fat on all dat shit from like Starbucks tell me no Magical Girls.All i can say you scientific evidence bitch-ass niggas on a coatbest hug your daughter every night."∿Interview excerpt from "Moster Truck Fever with Jimmy the Brainless"Interviewer: James Sanders ParkinsonInterviewee: William “White Walker” Drayton Jr.Date: Wednesday, July 23
凸:>The faint chatter of people outside doesn’t pass her by, either, and Rita finds herself crying at full strength, wailing like a baby asking to be lifted.But mom is too far away, Rita. And SEAnanigans can still be fixed.Whoever told her that was convincing enough. As she wipes her eyes with the crimson sleeve, her nose and cheeks red and damp, Rita doesn't even dare to contemplate how easy that 'fix' will be. Truth kills, sometimes. Truth like the relief washing over her, setting her brain on fire.Not now.>ACTION: Head for the Witch SignalMaybe no one thought that Lucinda Newhorn, of all people, could need help. No one had asked her before to be part of a team; the mere prospect of the suggestion driving her mad was Lucinda's very own barrier. That doesn't mean that she's not a Magical Girl, Rita thinks as she soars through the roofs. That doesn't mean she's not afraid, Rita thinks as she bounces from one Black Knight to another five consecutive times in a second. That doesn't mean she can't be killed, Rita thinks as countless chains crash into everything but her including a bike, a dog, and a forgotten lifesize statue of He-Man.The barking follows her for a while, even through the air. After all, despite all the stories, all the myths, all the silly bullshit spout in jest that ended up a theory, Lucinda had never actually ended one of her own. Unlike Rita, three years younger when that difference matters.But right now, she isn't that Rita. She isn't Rita the Murderer. She is blue and cool and has to go fast.And those games look kinda fun as long as you don't lose and get eaten.>>(Dexterity Roll: 100 = Magnitude 7 Critical Success)<< (Going to the Laberinth in Villa sSoldati)------------------------Villa Soldati–-------------------—--------Hotel ‘The Best Donkey’,Rooftop—-------If another Magical Girl were to be tracking Rita through GPS, the pseudo-Dante's trip from SEAnanigans to ‘The Best Donkey’, the hotel where Lucinda did the conga, would have drawn a straight line on the screen.Rita lands on the roof; when she turns, the ominous, floating glyph is there to invite her in. Unlike Lucinda, she simply jumped from balcony to balcony, taking advantage of the unnatural flexibility she developed by scouring trashcans. But when she finds herself a step short of the other world Rita too hesitates, as if someone had slammed a door shut in front of her nose. It doesn't make her feel like a coward. It doesn't make her feel weak. It just takes her a while to remind herself that she will have to do this sooner or later because that is the life of a Magical Girl.And when all hope is lost, it's the other Rita who steps into the Witch's Labyrinth.
-----------¢±µA≈Ø∩ΓßAαδΦΘдФ｡︵༼༽Aω-—-------It doesn't surprise her, the hellish landscape, the titanic face in the sky with only eyes- but Lucinda had omitted the darkness under her wide iron skirt from which a million other faces stare at her from the infinite, and that did indeed draw a gasp. As did the singular, thick line of nothing drawn through the rows of weird stalls in front of her, clean and sharp.Focusing on Lucinda, Rita tries to figure out where the dreaded turbo-psycho-bitch is from the other's point of view. The Magical Girl of Freedom had wandered a bit on her own during the meager time it took Rita to get there; nonetheless, the coffin-like contraption on her back is almost a landmark.And when Lucinda Newhorn sees her own back, she turns around.>?
btw Lucinda you got companyjust in case lawl
>>5632055>>5632049>ACTION: Search for a game that stands out from the rest with Lucinda!"D-did you know that a kid once got s-stuck in a Skee-Ball Stance for a whole day once? It's true, b-but it's also really important to the game, you know! The stance, not getting stuck. I thought that was interesting. Did you find a Witch yet? Wanna find something to play?"
Rolled 92, 18 = 110 (2d100)>>5631785First roll is perception, second is intelligence.
>>5631833HOLY SHIT SISFUCKING SPEEEEEEEEEED.
>>5632049>>5632055>>5632073"You should not be here. This witch is in my territory. It is MY prey, and MY seed. If you want to help me kill the witch, I will allow it for now, but know that the seed belongs to me. If you try to take it from me, I will decapitate you.""The witch is hiding itself within the labyrinth somewhere, I plan to wait it out until it comes to consume the first captured humans, then surprise attack it while it begins to feed.""I have been watching this game behind me for a while now, trying to understand it and learn it's rules to attain a prize, but they are too nonsensical for me to properly analyze and make assumptions. What do you make of it?"You and I will look for a special stall that might give a clue about this type of witch we are facing.">ACTION: Look for a stall that stands out from the rest with the candy goblin.
>>5631785>hey, you could askWell, let's do that then.>Politely ask if one of the two girls in the tower could bounce a question or two to the crazy people in there: "Can the Cricket's mind control affect someone unconscious, and would the toys leave if there are no valid targets left?">>5631534>hey sorry, i don't wanna sound patronizing or hurt your feeling but let's be real I don't give a shit. Just swallow your morals, take the obvious way out and use your damn power, letting shit escalate is gonna be worse one hundred percent.1. Don't know how to use the damn thing still, and frankly I don't care for mind control, neither does Emma.2. Mind-controlling Emma's family is going to damage a whole lot more than her morals.3. Don't exactly have Gem points (or dp, or whatever) to spare.
>>5632201I kinda already used my action but hey, why ask, Erika knows everything1. Find out, no excuse2. How is it worse than death3. And you are gonna have even less while sitting on the fence
>>5632202>2. How is it worse than deathI'll have to ask QM if he agrees with me on that, but some things work differently with Emma.
So if gucas can be paid with grief seeds for services, can the seeds be stockpiled in case one wants to do a dreadful amount of magic? Conceivably that might just end up painting a target on one's back if others are desperate to save a friend or themselves. Actually, for a sense of scale, roughly how many magical girls are running around in Buenos Aires?Certainly don't think Helena would be able to do this anytime soon, considering the current bad trip she is on from her wish and how combat weak she is.One last question, can one use wisdom to figure out another's mindset and use that to help a charisma check?
Rolled 93, 21, 89, 55 = 258 (4d100)>>5631785>mag 4>char: 1>worst out of 4 rollsJimena! Get your vtubing ass in here and help convince these girls to not shoot us.
>>5632255Wait, didn't that dice system change again, to a more traditional modular DC? Still roll-over, I think. Hoping QM takes that 93 if it is!
>>5632255>Lowest 21You get a second chance to roll! The dice rolls have been made to be only a 1d100 according to this:>>5611085>that's dead and gone now, this time we'll only roll one dice.Its a magnitude 4 roll and you have a charisma magnitude of 1, so uhh, the odds are still pretty bad. I hope QM takes the 93.
>>5632259>>5632261Huh, I don't get how the new system is supposed to work, but if only one roll is needed then I leave it to the QM if, Megukami willing, he will use my first roll, the 93, or if I should roll again.
>>5632073>>5632181>>5632188aight, rita roll perc and int, m3 both. im taking >>5632181 for lucinda's.>>5632201>Well, let's do that then.oh i meant just erika and jimena in here, this is already what's happening in the relay. no need for it to be an action, just like say hey bitches i need to know if i can get punched in the fucking face and fast>>5632223well its not worse than death, but if it's guilt and emma's morality you are worried about just deal with it like you would in reality:find a good excuse>>5632229>So if gucas can be paid with grief seeds for services, can the seeds be stockpiled in case one wants to do a dreadful amount of magic?yes and also good question>Actually, for a sense of scale, roughly how many magical girls are running around in Buenos Aires?i can't give you numbers, but let's just say thata) magical girls are very rare and specialb) buenos aires has a lot of people>One last question, can one use wisdom to figure out another's mindset and use that to help a charisma check?even if your code of morality is spot-on, you won't be able to convince other people that don't understand it, thus wis rolls against wis and int rolls against int.char is force of personality, basically how convincing you seem overall just by the way you act. it's the power of bullshit, and thrives on people not asking for an explaination.>>5632259>>5632261>>5632273yeah guys ok like just let me finish lawling at fucking erika pulling out a 93 char roll after jimena told her not to jinx it and jinxing itmagnitude wise it's technically out of reach cuz m4 is 3 steps above's erika's m1 char, and yet it's still a 93no idea how im gonna write this
>>5632326wait i think i got this one kinda wrong>One last question, can one use wisdom to figure out another's mindset and use that to help a charisma check?charisma is for full-retard convincing simply by seeming confident enough that people don't wanna ask you. its a roll because we don't know how it would work. with wisdom, however, we do know what's going on. what you can do with wisdom is to figure out their mindset and motives, but what gets you to the finish line from there is a write-in using that knowledge in your advantage. since the situation is clear there is no need to roll, and therefore no need to use char
>>5632326>Mag 1 means Mag 4 is out of reach.>Helena’s dex and con 1.Livin’ on a prayer.>magical girls are very rare and specialAlrighty then, I was mainly wondering whether a group of five girls is considered a major force to not mess with, and ten or above girls in a group would be like, ‘You trying to sack a city?’ kinds of danger/threat.>>5632335>write-in using that knowledge>since the situation is clear there is no need to rollThanks for explaining. I asked because I had assumed, based on Wisdom’s description, it was reading people, which could be used to couch charisma rolls, identify argument points and apply with the force of personality for extra strength. As earlier, Helena’s charisma roll had write-ins that allowed for arguing points to boost her chances.
>>5632384>Alrighty then, I was mainly wondering whether a group of five girls is considered a major force to not mess withmegucas are always surprised to meet one another because you can't tell gucas at a glance (unless you see the soul gem) so they dont have a point of comparison to begin with. some still think they are the only ones in the city.that being said, factions have like ten known members eachaltough many are from outside the capitalthis is stuff niggucas already know> had assumed, based on Wisdom’s description, it was reading people, which could be used to couch charisma rollsit makes total sense that you would come to that conclusion. what im going with is that knowing something and convincing someone of it are different realms, which i found to be frustratingly true over the years.the idea is that you guys use wis and int to reach conclusions which you can then bet on to help on your char rolls like helen did when arguing going guca. its not wis and int only use of very course, and the char write-ins will always be an option regardless.considering helen has both 4 in char and int, i think she's got the whole talking thing pretty much covered as long as she doesnt explode
Rolled 24, 32 = 56 (2d100)>>5632326Per and Int comin' up!>>5632188"Uh huh. J-just helping!" Rita replies with a forced smile, the destruction of her park still at the back of her sugar-addled mind.She sniffs at the game Lucinda points out. "... looks weird. But a lot of games are until you g-get the hang of them... M-might be rigged, too. Carnies do that s-sometimes, you know."
oh wait on that note, jimena and erika can do that thing where they add stuff to their speech and bet on pointsyou may think 'nigga jimena is fucked and erika is put of reach'but who knowsill do ritalinda first
>>5632786>jimena and erika can do that thing where they add stuff to their speechDidn't I already do that with the part inbetween quote marks?Erika intends to be clear enough to not sound suspicious but also not say everything as she knows that the situation is waist deep in tomfoolery and she just wants to get the four cardinal tribes inside already.
>>5632786so I just need like two good points to pass huh?>the other megucas are only foes under dire circumstances but the order wants us all gone on principle, can't we all agree on which of the two is worse? >the pizza tower may seem risky but you'll have your teams with you, while fighting the toys you are putting innocents at risk. I know at least some of you gotta have family and friends...>I know the pizza crew probably aren't lying since the qm didn't make me roll wisdomI don't wanna go further and screw myself over, you gotta hand it to Jimena for doing all this under sleep deprivation, give her a break
>And when Lucinda Newhorn sees her own back, she turns around.>ACTIONS:凸: Search for a game that stands out from the rest with Lucinda!ರೃ: Look for a stall that stands out from the rest with the candy goblin.Eyes meet; but it’s hard to see through the flickering Familiars, whose frame changes only once every second. The few flashes they get of each other do yet leave an impression: Lucinda feels she’s staring at a walking fortress and Rita is baffled at the apparent weight of the blonde’s heavy weapon-and neither relaxes. Rita, worried about what other people say about Lucinda.Lucinda, worried about humanity as a whole through Rita.It’s silent in their minds as they continue to gauge each other, yet both quickly find themselves lost between both points of view as they try to pay attention to both sides at once-and when Lucinda feels she’s losing control she jolts back to a stanceuntil a shy voice makes her doubt.凸 Rita: (D-did you know that a kid once got s-stuck in a Skee-Ball Stance for a whole day once? It's true, b-but it's also really important to the game, you know! The stance, not getting stuck. I thought that was interesting. Did you find a Witch yet? Wanna find something to play?)The so-feared Fucknado is at a loss. Neither blue nor yellow eyes wavered, nor did that stoic, young scowl flinch. Even if it’s through telepathy, would anyone still speak like that with a straight face? Humans, if Magical Girls are still human, are way too complex.And yet:ರೃ Lucinda: (You should not be here. This Witch is in my territory. It is MY prey, and MY seed. If you want to help me kill the witch, I will allow it for now, but know that the seed belongs to me. If you try to take it from me, I will decapitate you.)Not even a threat like that made Rita Hammerhead look away. The pang of fear Lucinda feels is not her own, but neither can it belong to that girl. Where is it? Where is the fear? They share a mind, yet Lucinda doesn’t know and it’s making her nervous. So when Rita simply drones forward with resolve, only metal heard under that bunker of a skirt, it’s actually the famed tornado of fucks who finds herself short of breath, steady, and at the ready凸 Rita: (Uh huh. J-just helping!)until that shy, broken voicemakes her doubt again.And yet Lucinda steps back, and so Rita keeps her distance. Both feel it, both see it: the two wolves in Lucinda’s head. One wants to know what Rita thinks; the other thinks that she will strike when Lucinda tries. Duly noted, the little walking fortress simply takes a few steps back to give the blonde time to react in case she would attack, leaving the astonished tornado to figure things out for herself.Who finds herselfsurprisingly eager to try.
Lucinda looks through those blue and yellow eyes. What she sees is SEAnanigans, now and before, its first day and the day it was closed… then its destruction minutes ago. She doesn’t understand why Rita cares. She doesn’t see the issue. But the picture in her mind is so strong and so vivid and so full of color and crammed with lovely little details that even Lucinda Newhorn, considered the benchmark for a psychopath by the Magical Girls of Buenos Aires, understands the investment. She can’t feel the pain, but she can see the effort. Clear as day, a sunny day at the water park, she can see the sorrow.But then Lucinda sees something else. A rapier drawing with whistling sounds, flying Toys swarming Mom and Dad, a Magical Girl fighting a Witch, a blonde girl in white swinging a scythe, chaos all over Buenos Aires. Likely futures, clean of the past and present, plain and simple as math.When the pieces fell in place, Lucinda’s guard was already down. The blonde had expected a single person. In Rita, she found two. And knowing that was enough.When the tornado turns around, yet again, when she walks away and Rita follows suit, they both know it’s over. That Lucinda had decided that if reading another person’s mind is not enough to trust them then she, Lady Lu the Fucknado, was already fucked to begin with.
ರೃ Lucinda: (The witch is hiding itself within the labyrinth somewhere, I plan to wait it out until it comes to consume the first captured humans, then surprise attack it while it begins to feed.)Lucinda continues to speak telepathically simply because it’s more efficient. Rita nods, which means that it wasn’t Rita that nodded but that the other Rita that’s now in charge has nodded- so did the true Rita understand? Confusing to her still, Lucinda can’t help keeping a little distance. Regardless, she gestures toward the bizarre booth behind her with an open hand. ರೃ Lucinda: (I have been watching this game behind me for a while now, trying to understand it and learn its rules to attain a prize, but they are too nonsensical for me to properly analyze and make assumptions. What do you make of it?)Inside the stall, the disproportionate facade of a human silhouette shuffles cards through the air- which then stabs with a knife and chops into tiny pieces. The miniature church walks up to the stall, as chunks of cards fly off everywhere- and /sniffs/ at the game. Instinctively, Lucinda raises an eyebrow.凸 Rita: (... looks weird. But a lot of games are until you g-get the hang of them... M-might be rigged, too. Carnies do that s-sometimes, you know.)ರೃ Lucinda: (I wouldn’t know. You and I will look for a special stall that might give a clue about this type of Witch we are facing.)凸 Rita: (O-ok!)The tone and the face still don’t add up, but Lucinda settles for knowing that they never will.The titanic ‘face’ in the sky hangs over them like a comet about to land. The makeshift team of Magical Girls wanders through the endless rows of weird stalls and attractions, Lucinda studying the games to their right as Rita marvels at the ones on their left. The fake rich blonde doesn’t fail to spot the similarities: this one is like blackjack but with a rifle, that one is poker but showing your cards, the one over there must be Skee-Ball but throwing yourself instead. Meanwhile, Rita gets stuck staring at the skinny and long monkey-like familiar juggling mirrors both big and small, then watching the huge tank with the fish made entirely of dorsal fins, and then straight-up gets absorbed by a Familiar painting her portrait even though she’s behind it. Surprisingly, it’s Lucinda who spots something breaking the pattern.>>凸 (M3 Perception メ Roll: 24 = Magnitude 3 Failure)<< (Search for a game that stands out from the rest with Lucinda!)>>ರೃ (M4 Perception メ Roll: 92 = Magnitude 3 Success)<< (Look for a stall that stands out from the rest with the candy goblin.)
It’s a shooting gallery, and it has the longest waiting line yet. Rita gasps as she bounces against Lucinda’s stretched right arm who is focusing on the event like an eagle. The Familiar playing, frame by frame, grabs what would be the ‘gun’- a structure of metal with both missing and floating parts- and instantly a big and complex scenario, different from the last, pops in front of it. Neither Rita nor Lucinda sees the targets so instead they focus on the participant to see what it does. Who aims and shoots: the bullet bounces everywhere for a second only to end up piercing the player, liquifying it on the way back. A silhouette like a wheel or arms quickly dashes through and absorbs the remains with a mop, which it then squeezes on a cup and gives to a passerby Familiar.Already swearing, Lucinda chooses to think about the game itself instead, keeping track of details as the whole thing unfolds a second time. This time, just in case, Lucinda had both Magical Girls take cover as the shot got stuck bouncing- yet this time it didn’t come back. The Familiar playing was then greeted with fanfare and handed over a tiny blue card, a small, thick sheet with symbols overflowing from it like written on the air.Yet neither Rita nor Lucinda could make sense of any of it.>>凸 (M3 Intelligence π Roll: 32 = Magnitude 3 Failure)<< (Figure out how the game works.)>>ರೃ (M3 Intelligence π Roll: 18 = Magnitude 3 Failure)<< (Figure out how the game works.)But then Lucinda is, again, the one to spot what to Rita is a haunting detail. In the waiting line of odd, disproportionate silhouettes of many colors is a human, an older woman, meekly waiting for her turn to shoot the gun.>?
boe ngl mixing up my own stuff with prewritten dialogue feels kinda weird, but i also find it cute that you guys get into it and dont wanna take that from you>>5632995>I know the pizza crew probably aren't lying since the qm didn't make me roll wisdomcant do it for you lawl>>5632797i brainfartedbut its a rule i didnt write in the intro so the reminder kinda worth iterimena next
>>5633320>>5633341Eyyyy I'm loving this new content spike QM, arigato gozaimasu.Now onto the next move;>a human, an older woman, meekly waiting for her turn to shoot the gun.Ah, a civilian is about to play the game next in a few turns and will most likely perish by self inflicted gunshot wound liquification, that or be eaten by the witch bitch.Either way, in Lucinda's eyes, this is pretty good/interesting.If a human plays the game. it could very likely lead to the witch revealing itself. which is good because potentially then the witch can be attacked before the familiars are alerted and scoring a potentially deadly surprise crit attack on the witch.Well, seeing how Lucinda is not a humanitarian through any stretch of the imagination, looks like Rita 'The dumpster goblin' Hammerhead is this old ladies only hope for survival, cause god knows Lucinda ain't interfering.>The Familiar playing was then greeted with fanfare and handed over a tiny blue card, a small, thick sheet with symbols overflowing from it like written on the air.So seeing how that familiar that won the game was just handed an interesting "prize" of sorts, I feel like Lucinda will most likely want to take the prize from the familiar so she doesn't have to risk playing such a dangerous game that is far more complex than the other games here. Cut out the middleman.So here's my ACTION: Stalk the familiar with the "prize" around the fare and challenge it to a two-player multiplayer game for the prize. If Lucinda wins she gets the "Prize" it won, and whatever it wants if it wins.
>>5633320>>5633387A solid plan! Here's Ritalin's:>ACTION: TARGET REDIRECT the Old Lady's shot so that it doesn't reflect back at her. If she wins Rita can see if she'll be willing to hand over her 'ticket'.L-leave it to Rit!
>ACTIONS:ᕙ: Adress your fellow chuubas, let em' what the fuck is going on.■-■: Start getting magical girls in the tower, begin with the West tribe.The chandeliers jingle softly from the far ceiling as Erika takes in the scenery and its myriad of tiny details. The structure of the ground floor of the Violet Tower is that of, doubtlessly, a brothel. However, the president considers, it might just be the materialization of how a little girl would imagine one- without being given much context as usual.Meanwhile, Jimena tries to blow on her own red cheek to calm the fire, twisting her face in a slightly unsightly way.In an instant, Erika forgets the marvelous scenery around her. It was but a moment while she was talking with Lily Evans Haze, and yet- was she just… surprised?ᕙ Jimena: butchu iu swueru thwu ghud- wait where you goin?■-■ Erika: I’m going to convince the Magical Girls outside to come in.She said so while walking away.ᕙ Jimena: So we helping these freaks?■-■ Erika: I’m helping. Do whatever you want.ᕙ Jimena: (shrugs) Aightyaighty then.The short brunette, shorter by a bit more than a head and a half, dashes to catch up with Erika. Who takes decisive, military strides towards the fake wall supporting the Violet Tower.ᕙ Jimena: Wait one and a half. Is this the right way?■-■ Erika: Is your head the right way?ᕙ Jimena: Hell no.And they step through it together.
------------------------Caballito-------------------------—------------------Violet Tower, West—---------------Erika’s firm and serene expression comically twists when she fails to recognize the surrounding area. Absolutely fucking ready, Jimena is right about to explode into a ‘i told you so’ until she’s glanced at and remembers she has only one cheek left.This- has to be west of the Violet Tower, from where the west siders used to enter the Labyrinth of the Witch of Peace. They could enter from anywhere and it would be all good and legal, but some of the wariness between the three factions never washed away. Erika’s doubts, as she studies the surroundings, are laid to rest when her eyes catch the constellations of tiny little stars, each of a different color, coming from the scenery around her. Including a roofless sports car.ᕙ Jimena: Well. There you have them.And it’s not exactly what she was looking for. Erika takes just a few steps away from the Violet Tower, towards the wary eyes of the Magical Girls of the West who had gathered around it like all of the other factions.Who make their presence known without losing too much distance.Jumping, sliding, or simply walking out of what little shadow the sun had spared show their face Pomu Rainpuff, who looks like a fairy, Elira Pendora, who has one eye and an uncanny dragon on her shoulder, Enna Alouette, who hates birds and looks like a bird, and Millie Parfait, a Magical Girl who calls herself a Witch. The big ones of the West showed their faces first, showing concern for their duty. Sweating bullets, Jimena brashly slides her sleeve through her forehead. “No one here knows I’m a vTuber”, is what she thinksexcept forJimena glances over her shoulder at the tower looming behind her, and it’s not the Violet Tower and it’s not that far. She feels judged, measured, and even scanned. But the pseudo-tomboy isn’t being judged. Not really. Erika is simply curious about the whole ordeal. Like, why would you use a 3d model that looks exactly like you? Is it a security measure? Shouldn’t the character be different in that case? Erika is a simple person and she simply does not understand.
◄ Pomu: Heeeeeey, ladies! What’s up? What’s that tower?◄ Millie: I thought the obelisk was the dick of Buenos Aires.◄ Enna: Bitch, you are the dick of Buenos Aires.West-siders, the middle ground; the girls that don’t give a fuck. Anyone is free to join their faction and make friends only as long as they don’t judge. Thus, unlike the East and its strict view on Magical Girls, and unlike the North’s and its strict views on /not/ acting like Magical Girls, the West decided that not caring was easier and to welcome everyone instead. And there you have it, the biggest faction by far, riddles with internal strife and conflicts.◄ Pomu: No, really, who the fuck are you?The School Council President steps forward.■-■ Erika: You are invited to the Tower on the neutral grounds for a mandatory regarding the security of the Magical Girl Community of Buenos Aires(MGC-BA).The four girls of the West that reared their head share glances with each other.◄ Pomu: A mandatory what?ᕙ Jimena: What else, a meeting.◄ Pomu: A meeting?They chatter among themselves for a few seconds.◄ Millie: What is the MACBA? Never heard of that.■-■ Erika: The Magical Girl Community of Buenos Aires: M. G. C. Dash. B. A.◄ Enna: Bitch, that doesn’t exist, I’ve been pushing this rock for three years.■-■ Erika: It does.The silence is deafening. It’s something about the way she said it, Erika knows, but it’s Jimena that understands. It takes time for the chatter to rise from the ashes, yet now does so on a full scale, the whispers stacking and stacking like a tower of cards, lingering like the calm before the storm only to, as many more Magical Girls come out and show the sun their face, turn into a tornado of questions.“So there’s like a whole organization behind this?!”“What happened to the neutral zone?”“Where is the Labyrinth that was here?”“We need the Coordinator! Where is A?!”“What the fuck even ARE those things that fly?!”“What the hell is that Tower?!”“Wait, why are they even attacking?!”“It’s the Order of the End you dumbass!”“But why now?!”“Who the fuck are you?”“Reimu is acting weird! Somebody help me!”“I can hear what that bitch is thinking and I'm getting depressed too!”“Yeah bitch now you know too!”…Erika doesn’t miss the point of the context. There is still too much that she doesn’t know about the situation. She doesn’t even know the true gravity of what Lily Evans Haze implied, and the reality is that much of what they’ve been told has to be taken in blind faith.Yet as a member of the organization that’s inviting them in, why of course- she’s expected to answer.
But Jimena is aware.ᕙ Jimena: AIGHT BITCHES QUIET DEM TITTIESAlthough her voice is drowned under the questions, the frantic waving of her arms gets it done; the Magical Girls of the West punch each other to silence, or at least to petty squabbling. Which Jimena finds amusing enough to smile. Which is not exactly polite right now and she knows it, so she clears her throat and mimics Erika. Which Erika does not find amusing.ᕙ Jimena: Let’s get this done quick, alright? Cause as you all know, we don’t have time. Shut the FUCK up, listen, and spread the word.Jimena clears her throat again to seem extra serious.ᕙ Jimena: The Order of Cringe is attacking Buenos Aires. Those toys or whatever are theirs. What they do is, they make you feel desperate so that they can control you with peace. Your mind is-■-■ Erika: The White-Pink Toy uses peace magic to take off your will, then the Blue Toy uses transmission magic to allow someone from the Order of the End to give you orders. Then there’s the Black and-ᕙ Jimena: Yeah, all that too, good shit. Ok, so you got other girls in your mind because a thing called the Magical Relay is linking our minds so that we can defend ourselves from the Toys in case anyone falls for their shit. And the Tower behi-■-■ Erika: Magical Girls from every known team have been linked together so that they can take care of each other, but so have factionless Magical Girls been linked to one another in order to-ᕙ Jimena: The Tower is good, it’s safe, you can’t use magic in it, shut up and go in. Bro just trust me. Fo real.When Erika gives Jimena a /look/ she’s met with one of the vTuber’s own, which somewhat surprises her, and somewhat annoys her. Both feel the sparks.ᕙ Jimena: (We DON’T have time!)■-■ Erika: (And you are using what little time we have WRONG.)ᕙ Jimena: (It’s the same shit we’ve been told!)■-■ Erika: (Which adds to nothing to begin with!)And sadly enough, that’s what both of them agree on; there isn’t much to work with. No good proof that the girls at the Tower aren’t banded with the Order.
Then a door is closed, and it’s the door of a car, and that car is a red Porsche. Red dress, naked shoulders, twin drills flowing over her chest, light purple hair, ringlets flowing all over her back- and the face of a cat about to unleash itself on a stray plastic bag. What comes out of that car, both Erika and Jimena know, is Hyakumantenbara Salome- the Faction Leader of the West. Who seems dressed extremely fancy- until Erika zooms in on the details.◄ Salome: Ho Ho Ho Ho Ho !And she does so in her usual fashion: with carefully practiced elegant steps. Watching her kill the distance so confidently, Jimena and Erika feel a) way out of their league and b) in deep shit.◄ Salome: Oh My! We are having some technical difficulties desuwaaa!■-■ Erika: (What the fuck is talking about?)ᕙ Jimena: (Us.)When their Faction Leader gets closer than any of the other west-siders, the rest finally close in, and now the true size of the crowd is showing its face. About fifteen, sixteen, seventeen Magical Girls… an impossible number in most any other situation.ᕙ Jimena: Look. That car isn’t yours. Right?Some of the girls of the West burst out laughing. Some remain steady and nervous.◄ Enna: Bitch took a train to my house because she didn’t have hot water for her instant ramen. She’s poor!!◄ Salome: Ho Ho Ho ! What matters is that I sat on it desuwaaaa! So now it's worth a million times more desuwa!◄ Elira: Lady Salome! Sit on my gaming PC!◄ Millie: Zero a million times is still zero though.◄ Salome: Now-The Faction Leader doesn’t seem serious, or threatening, or intimidating. Those aren’t the words Erika can pin on her attitude. But when Faction Leader Salome asks◄ Salome: What’s happening?Erika feels like it would be illegal to not answer. Even school Hitler can tell: it’s just sheer, pure curiosity without ill intent, untarnished like that of a child’s.◄ Pomu: Faction Leader, were you paying attention like at all? HAHAHA
◄ Salome: Wouldn’t it be dangerous for different factions to share a room?Erika is about to answer what seems like a dumb, obvious question, but Jimena stops her short. That is not a question.>”the other megucas are only foes under dire circumstances but the order wants us all gone on principle, can't we all agree on which of the two is worse?”ᕙ Jimena: We are talking about the Order of the Eighth-Grader Syndrome here. And the room we are sharing is the whole of Buenos Aires.◄ Enna: That doesn’t answer the question, though?And yet Salome laughs with the ‘oh’s. After all, what Jimena implied is that it’s either this or that- and it’s true, and Jimena is sure that Salome knows.ᕙ Jimena: You are Enna Aloupeep, right? Think about it. The North and East may hate your guts sometimes, but they just want to see another day. The tin cans? (shakes head) They want you gone on principle. They want to be gone too. And we still don't even know if we can take on the Order joining forces, so if we fight each other now we all might as well be dead.…It seems that it’s just now that some of the west siders see the gravity of the situation, given the sinking silence that ensued.◄ Enna: …it’s ‘Alouette’, though.>>(Charisma Roll: 17+10 = 27)>”the pizza tower may seem risky but you'll have your teams with you”◄ Elira: But like, what if the other girls from the other factions go crazy or something?Even the dragon on Elira Pendora’s shoulder is looking at Erika now, making the president even more nervous. Yet it doesn’t show. At all. Her steely resolve has been tempered over the years to the point that, sometimes, she’s the one grounding the teachers.ᕙ Jimena: Look, you’ll have your girls with you, plus its neutral ground. Just go in.◄ Elira: Yeah but you said we can’t use magic in there, right?Both Erika and Jimena, unlike some of the west-siders, remain untransformed.ᕙ Jimena: Well, yeah, but so does nobody else.◄ Elira: That still doesn’t make me feel safe, to be honest. Sorry If I’m blunt, haha. Do you want me to explain why?■-■ Erika: (She has a point.)ᕙ Jimena: (Yeah.)◄ Enna: That place could be a blender for all I know, bitch.>>(Charisma Roll:17+10-10 = 17)
>”…while fighting the toys you are putting innocents at risk. I know at least some of you gotta have family and friends…”ᕙ Jimena: I get it, but out here? I mean, I know I don’t talk for everyone, but; most of you have family, right?◄ Salome: We are one big family desuwaa!ᕙ Jimena: Yeah but I’m talking like, blood-related. No wait that doesn’t matter, I’m talking about normal people. The non-magical and weak.The agreement is felt and seen in many ways, even if not everyone speaks it aloud. The instant shift in mood affects everyone but Salome- and Erika. The tall blonde’s family is well away from Buenos Aires, and most of her ‘friends’ dread her. As for Jimena? She thinks of Ambosnye and her Dad, and the black people she left behind to run.ᕙ Jimena: They are in danger. All of them. If we get close to them, they could be attacked.>>(Charisma Roll:17+10-10+10 = 27)Someone raises a hand. It’s Petra Gurin, a Magical Girl that looks like a harmless penguin. She’s hard to spot among the crowd, but Erika snipes her and points at her.■-■ Erika: Speak.After a second of confusion, they all turn to Petra. Who cowers.◄ Petra: So, what I wanted to say was… the flying thingies won't hurt them if we are far?…The only reason Jimena and Erika don’t trade glances through gritted teeth is that half of the West is looking right at them. As Jimena digs her brain for an answer, the short brunette’s sleep deprivation is making itself felt more than ever.>>ᕙ (M5 Charisma ღ Roll: 27 = Magnitude 4 Failure)<< (Convince the Magical Girls of the West to enter the Violet Tower.)>>■-■ (M1 Charisma ღ Roll: 93 + 1 = Out of reach?)<< (Convince the Magical Girls of the West to enter the Violet Tower.)
What a fuckfest. Erika just wants to get these people into the goddamn Tower and if it’s a blender then so fucking be it, the whole city is a blender already. But if it’s true… If the Toys attack regardless of your presence… then the Tower is the last place anyone should be in right now. Jimena, sweating under her clothes as much as Erika, still worried about her vTuber career, glances at the heavenly, stressed blondeas they both get a psychic message.▲ Emma: (Could… could any of the two girls in the Tower bounce a question or two to the crazy people in there? I really, really, need to know: can a Cricket's mind control affect someone unconscious? Do the Toys leave if there are no valid targets left?)… from someone who clearly doesn’t have attention to spare either. And it's asking the exact same question.Fuck.Fuckity fuckity fuck.Everyone waits for an answer, Emma Imeredala now included, and the only ones with the answers are inside the Tower they want to lure the Magical Girls into. Ransacking what’s left of her brain one last time, Jimena finally finds a silver lining that she silently shares with Erika. They couldn’t convince the West to get into the Tower, that much is true, but after Enna called bullshit, no one- Jimena thinks as she glances at Erika- no one has even questioned the existence of the MGC-BA or its authority. Erika nods. Odds are, they think it’s real.And like a sudden storm-“So there’s like a whole organization behind this?!”“What happened to the neutral zone?”“Where is the Labyrinth that was here?”“We need the Coordinator! Where is A?!”“What the fuck even ARE those things that fly?!”“What the hell is that Tower?!”“Wait, why are they even attacking?!”“Who the fuck are you?”“I’m going for Reimu, she needs help!”“I’m already depressed!”-Petra’s question is conveniently buried in a lot more questions.ᕙ Jimena: (Welp; godspeed I guess.)■-■ Erika: (God did what?)But as Jimena attempts to slip through the cacophony someone stands in her way.◄ Salome: Oh? Are you leaving desuwa? Isn’t it dangerous outside desuwa?ᕙ Jimena: Wwho, me?The intensity of Salome’s cat eyes is… well, intense. And Erika’s too are like, well- let’s just Ms.Gimenez ends up reminded of those hydraulic press videos.>?
oops, i did it againposted eight fucking timesgot lost in the gameoh baby babybtw emma you can wait for the answer (if its coming) if you wanna, the in-game clock is coordinated
>>5634565>"I got three other brainpals fighting the good fight out there out there. Sorry ladies, duty calls." (Erika don't you dare to snitch)Alright well, I did the bare minimum and that's plenty for me.Erika if you want my help make your case cuz honestly you are not convincing anyone without me
>>5634578>I look at Jimena with the accumulated stare of a soviet firing squad. (I'll buy you a new monitor if you help me and if we manage to get the others than I will fund your vtubing career. Models, art commisions, games, tech, you will have a blank check for them and much more.)>>5634565>I point to the girl asking about the neutral zone before addressing everybody else. "The MGC-BA's HQ location does not invalidate the land as a neutral territory. We contacted you because the Order of the End is a threat to everybody in Buenos Aires. Regardless, why don't you send emissaries as a compromise? You may vote among yourselves on who to represent you during our meeting." There, now it's Jimena's problem to actually persuade them, and yet...>I tilt my head towards the leader, speaking with just a spoonful of the accent I copied from grandpa and maintaining my gaze at the pseudo-aristocrat."Is that acceptable to you, frau Hyakumantenbara?"
>>5634565>▲ Emma: (Could… could any of the two girls in the Tower bounce a question or two to the crazy people in there?If the QM is willing to let me exploit /omniscience/.>[Regardless of what happened] (You know you can't just run from your duty, Emma Imeredala. Knock them out before they hurt you and themselves, you can blame food poisoning after.)>Regardless of her intent, Emma does give Erika an idea which might just help everybody. Their brains are connected via a relay on the Tower. The relay itself is a bit farther than comfort would allow, but that doesn't matter since its system streches 'til about -8 mm from Erika and her /omniscience/. Leaving the westgirls behind, she activates her power, seeking the relations between her brain and the relay, and her brain and the tower which is a part of the relay system. (Use /omniscience/ to see how the brain interacts with the relay and Tower and if it can be used to contact people outside the group.) Also, QM, would you prefer our actions being written in 3rd person or 1st person? I've been using both and the lit student in me wants to commit sudoku.
>>5634621damn straight>>5634688third person makes my life easier but you guys do first person great so at this point im like whateveralso i think im gonna do >>5634688 in a bit before >>5634674 cuz its atemporal, its gonna be pretty short
>>5634567>posted eight fucking timesAh, so it's true what they say: History truly does repeat itself.Never change QM, never change.Kek.
>>5634674And yet it’s Erika’s gaze that weighs on her back the most, as the tallest of blondes is looking at her with the accumulated stare of past and present soviet firing squads, like a nexus to all gulags in heaven.■-■ Erika: (I'll buy you a new monitor if you help me, and if we manage to get the others then I will fund all of that weird shit that you do. Models, art commissions, games, tech, you will have a blank check for them and much more.)ᕙ Jimena: (...say that again?)■-■ Erika: (I'll buy you a new monitor if you he-)ᕙ Jimena: (It’s a manner of speech, don’t take it literally.Then her eyes go wiiiiiiiiiiiide.ᕙ Jimena: (Wait wait fuck let me think this through!)■-■ Erika: (Is ‘you have ten seconds flat’ a manner of speech too?ᕙ Jimena: FUCK.◄ Salome: Fuck what desuwaaaaa? Fuck what?Through Emma’s eyes, Erika considers the half russian’s current predicament carefully. She’s faced with a variety of Toys, her mother is possessed, she’s surrounded by civilians, and some of her family members have been knocked down. Yet the conclusion remains simple.■-■ Erika: (You know you can't just run from your duty, Emma Imeredala. Knock them out before they hurt you and themselves, you can blame food poisoning after.)And yet, she’s willing to answer Emma’s question, even in her current predicament. It would help her cause too, after all. Because, since when does Erika Kruppman have a problem with not knowing something? Not even before asking for her wish, that’s when. Meaning never.
She looks behind her, that neck bending backward to its limit as she measures the height of the Violet Tower. The top, where the Magical Relay is as far as she’s aware of, is far but certainly not out of her reach. The strict blonde that is actually rich feels how her mind stretches as the area of her magical power, Omniscience, grows all around her like a controlled explosion until it engulfs the Violet Tower whole.Which she finds to becompletely empty.■-■ Erika: What. The. Fuck?◄ Salome: Oh?The west siders continue to drown each other with their questions, but Salome is pretty much next to Erika and Jimena.ᕙ Jimena: Don’t mind her, she’s seeing stuff that’s elsewhere.ᕙ Jimena: (What’s wrong?)■-■ Erika: (The Tower. It’s empty. There’s nothing in it.)ᕙ Jimena: (Girl, /I/ am the one that didn’t sleep jack shit, you don’t get to say or think shit like that.)■-■ Erika: It’s. Empty. Completely hollow.◄ Salome: What’s hollow desuwaaa? What is it? Is it your heart desuwaaa? We can fill it with love desuwaaaa!When Jimena attempts to look through Erika’s eyes but the sea of data washes the brunette away- there’s so much that she doesn’t know where to focus.ᕙ Jimena: (Oh god what the fuck is wrong with your brain?)■-■ Erika: (I’m using Omniscience, my magical power. It has never, ever failed. And I’m fucking telling you: there’s NOTHING in that tower.)Yet Jimena dedicates to the gothic structure an inquisitive gaze.ᕙ Jimena: (Is that really what’s happening here?)>?
>>5634733>The situation is quickly evolving from tomfoolery to tomfuckery, much to Erika dismay as she searches for Lily and the others via /omniscience/. The Tower's anti-magic properties could be the answer, be it willing anti-surveilance mesures or the mere biproduct of one of the girl(?)'s powers. Regardless, it would also mean that searching inside the Tower would be useless... unless there was a way to search the Tower in a more... metaphysical way.>" Frau Hyakumantenbara, could you please tell us what you know about the activities of the Toys in your area? Finding their source is vital for dealing with this crisis." Erika asked to distract the faction leader. (Jimena, lead the conversation.) She delegated before turning back to the matter at hand.>Searching through magic was untested, probably taxing and meant for finding Kyubey rather then the motely crew from before and their sandcastle, but it will have to do.>(ACTIONS: search for the freaks via /omniscience/ then distract Salome then get data about this Tower via the SETR(Search for Extra Terrestrial Rats)-method)
Could someone give me a rundown on the factions of Buenos Aires? I'm somewhat curious since the west faction leader has been met. And I'm getting the feeling that the East and West but heads.>Light eats her, strong enough to make the sun seem like a dying candle.So, if everyone wasn’t dealing with the tower, would anyone have noticed the light show of Helena’s wish? Or is that sort of thing invisible, per se?
>>5634753>(ACTIONS: search for the freaks via /omniscience/ then distract Salome then get data about this Tower via the SETR(Search for Extra Terrestrial Rats)-method)you wanna use the soul gem resonance that erika learned from the book to scan inside the tower? it only works on kyubeys though, because they emit a signal Erika knows>>5634846north (vshojo): magical girls are GAYeast (holo): magical girls are NOT GAYwest (niji): here the transformations ocurr in real time, but ive always felt like your traditional meguca transformation happened in a pocket dimension that is also timelesswell either that or the bad guys are really patienthumans can see some effects of magic, but only humans with potential can see a) cat b) laberynths c) things like the violet tower
>>5634897>it only works on kyubeys though, because they emit a signal Erika knowsEntertain the following idea, Erika has the ability to get LOTS of data, she also has the ability to filter through that data by modifying the parameters of her search, righ? Right. Here we also have a test sample of 20 gems(Westside+Jimena+her own) and their signature, right? So, what's stopping her from performing a very, very fast-paced study?If my reasoning wasn't enough, I have 2 other arguments: 7 magical affinity and 6 int mah gucca.
>>5634674straight to sugar mom, I like the enthusiasm>>5634733>The President has spoken, keep the wannabe ojou busy>"Hey Salami, humor us for a moment..."
>>5634903aight lets see, pay attention in case something doesn't add up-soul gem resonance locates kyubeys through the signals they emit and receive to planet big cat-megucas emit signals from soul gem to soul gem to communicate with each other telepathically-erika can perceive any factor in her near vicinity through omniscience-all of the relevant factors involved are near enough (i mean MA fucking 7)-erika can use the factors detected as a filter to search for relevant information in the binary tree in her brain she got from her wish that nearly killed her-erika learned how to adequate her brain to the upcoming stream of information in like half a millisecond--in conclusion, with sufficiently obvious data (like the one in her own brain) learning time is not an issue-the violet tower did emit signals at the end of last chapter, not to mention that the relay has to keep megucas updated constantlywow guess this will be the first time we see omniscience bullshit in full throttle. ok so the idea is to attempt to locate the magical girls inside the tower through the signals their soul gems emit, which has a loooooooooooot less range than that of a friendly feline but still close enough. what's the endgame? communicating with the girls inside the tower? even if you do manage to infiltrate some signals that still wouldn't mean your omniscience is affecting their soul gems directlycorrect me if im wrong, otherwise m4 int roll cuz it's complex but at least we aren't using scientific terminology yet. no ma roll because why even>>5634949oh god maybe i gave erika too much money
>>5634992>-soul gem resonance locates kyubeys through the signals they emit and receive to planet big cat>-megucas emit signals from soul gem to soul gem to communicate with each other telepathically>-erika can perceive any factor in her near vicinity through omniscienceAll true.>-all of the relevant factors involved are near enough (i mean MA fucking 7)And to think you never intended for minmaxing.>-erika can use the factors detected as a filter to search for relevant information in the binary tree in her brain she got from her wish that nearly killed her>-erika learned how to adequate her brain to the upcoming stream of information in like half a millisecondThat's right, as proven by her writing down how magic works.--in conclusion, with sufficiently obvious data (like the one in her own brain) learning time is not an issue>-the violet tower did emit signals at the end of last chapter, not to mention that the relay has to keep megucas updated constantlyBad opsec on their part.>what's the endgame?Number 1 is to locate the freaks© in the Tower.Nr. 2 is to send them the following message:>(Connect yourselves to our part of the relay to communicate or our agreement to get the girls in the tower is off.)>wow guess this will be the first time we see omniscience bullshit in full throttleThe first but not the last, I have many ideas to put into practice, turning Erika into a walking supercomputer is just one of them.>oh god maybe i gave erika too much moneyRita is living that city-gypsy lifestyle basically next-door, Emma is OK money-wise but less than a mental breakdown away from running from home, Lucinda's family is the only one who could compare to Erika's and she just blew up her house, and Jimena is Jimena, all while Erika's definition of tomfoolery also includes the suffering of others. I'll be surprised if her penthouse isn't converted into a dormitory by the end of the next thread
>>5635021Forgot the trip.
Rolled 32 (1d100)>>5635022And the dice.
>>5635024Drat, I hope those 2 extra levels will help.
>>5635024dc 20, wasn't even worried
>>5635029I see. Correct me if I'm wrong, but for actions 1 level lower then the 'guca's level the DC is 30, and for levels lower than that it subtracts 10s from the DC, right?
>>5635021>The first but not the last, I have many ideas to put into practice, turning Erika into a walking supercomputer is just one of them.welp, time for dragon ball z powercreeping>and Jimena is Jimenathe jimena has a surprisingly strong sense of honor, she'd fuck off of that house to cut her dad some slack if it wasn't because being a slob is the only excuse she has to stay with him. both are happy, so i guess it works>>563502430 was enough for even one more magnitude, too bad cuz i love int fuckups>I'll be surprised if her penthouse isn't converted into a dormitory by the end of the next threadif we end up with an entire slice of life thread don't you dare bitch at me, i'll quote thisritalinda next unless emma, also study, also interview, also fake wall ahead
>>5635036pretty much, the same applies in reverse for higher levels>>5635037no more accidental dildo sales. only intended ones now
>>5635037>>slice of life>Erika's redemmption arc from school Stalin to school Lee Kuan Yew>Lucinda's birthday episode>That Order of the End suicide prevention PSB>"How Kyubey stole Christmas" Holiday OVAMan, Puella Magi Buenos Aires was great, I don't get how "muh subversive" japanese spin-off got so popular. What were your favourite episodes, anons?
>>5635040>>5634688Right, so no real answer there I guess.Fortunately, Emma can still take her reasoning a little further, and take what Erika said into account, if begrudgingly.>There's no need to know whether the toy can remote-puppet Emma while she's unconscious. She could just knock everybody out, and maybe use her power to smooth things over.So I'm back to asking questions, to the qm this time.How does Emma's power work? Seriously, I'm thinking she's rarely if ever used it so info must be sparse, but I have no fucking clue if I get one change per person free or if you meant that I can't make stuff like their political affiliation or hot take on a recent topic yoyo with fighting them on it the second time around, for example.Feeling out the kind of power needed to implant a simple suggestion into the mind of everyone present would be nice too. Are hazy fake memories and impressions possible as well?What does it do??This girl probably saw the vague description, thought "mind control, screw that", and shoved it into a closet somewhere.Also, I'm going to say Emma is just there at breakfast because she has to and normally doesn't eat much so she has an excuse to fuck off while everyone's freaking out or unconscious. It won't be fun for anyone if she spends the thread in a self-induced coma.
>>5635061>Right, so no real answer there I guess.you can still wait and see what happens with that int roll tho>How does Emma's power work?-unity can be used to change the intentions of people, emma herself included (yes, there is a whole-ass backstory).-rolls against the target's Mind and MA--MA determines if the curse is placed--Mind is rolled every time an action is taken to see if it breaks-both duration and success rate depend on magnitude-can be targeted or used radially--if targeted, the magnitude gets weaker depending on distance--if radial, a single instance of DP is charged instead of one for each target, but it affects /everyone/ in the same way, meaning everyone caught up in the fire will have the same intention. radius and success both depend on magnitude-the curse can be lifted by other curse-based megucas or Coordinators, for example Vanessa Adeline and A.-emma can break her own curses- but, she has to roll for it.>but I have no fucking clue if I get one change per person free or if you meant that I can't make stuff like their political affiliation or hot take on a recent topic yoyo with fighting them on it the second time around, for example.if you turn a nazi into a brony, you will have to convince the guy to become a nazi again, that or break the curse. it really is that simple.>Feeling out the kind of power needed to implant a simple suggestion into the mind of everyone present would be nice too. Are hazy fake memories and impressions possible as well?nope. what Unity does is that it makes the targets find ways to justify their new goal on their own so that it fits with their old views. the targets end up with their own justifications which can vary wildly from individual to individual, but end up in the same goaland then if you wanna change their minds again you'll have to figure out and refutate these new justifications. or stab them, idunnoso no, no brainwashing>This girl probably saw the vague description, thought "mind control, screw that", and shoved it into a closet somewhere.canon. thing is, Emma wants the good to be born from the people naturally. having to make people good artificially would put her own faith in humanity at stakebutthere is one big, biig fucking 'but'- and it's emma's conviction of black and white. cuz if it's for the good of the people, then it should be worth a few little sacrifices amirite>It won't be fun for anyone if she spends the thread in a self-induced coma.i'd allow it to make you guys fear meaight so maybe i skipped something juslemeknowish i had more pics of emma
>>5635051>The 'Bizarro' episode where 'The Gang' faced off against their polar opposites: Rich Rita, Popular Erika, Selfish Emma, Chill Lucinda, Err... Sane Jimena.>The obligatory Beach Episode>The one where everyone thought they won the lottery>The DDR competition episode>The infamous 'concert' episodeLots of good ones, honestly. Hard to pick a favorite.
>>5635051The infamous April Fools episode was my favorite, where everyone kept on saying it was meguca time and then proceeded to meguca the entire city.Broke my heart, that episode.
>>5635051I Have a few episodes I'm fond of.>The episode where Rita tries not to eat candy she found in a dumpster for a day because Erika made a bet with her.>The BLM and Jimena episode.>The "Just Say No" episode where Rita becomes addicted to crack cocaine.>The notorious "slumberparty" episode.>The Halloween episode where everyone went to a costume competition and Lucinda's mammoth won by accident.
>>5635051>Lucinda's birthday episodebasically a normal day because the only one who cared enough to find out the date is emma who is super conflicted about lucinda wanting it or not and why she should and she shouldnt and gives it way too much importance all day but in the end was too shy to do anything about it to begin withlucinda didn't even noticealso wut is PSBand dude i just remembred that one where emma spends a whole day crying in the bathroom because a perfume reminded her of a gas station where karuna used to buy coconut chocolate, that was great man>>5635446>Err... Sane Jimena.i'm fairly sure that the opposite of Jimena is simply a Jimena that washes her teeth daily>The obligatory Beach Episode-lucinda tryharding volleyball-erika sunbathing and praying that nobody remembers she's there-rita digging the biggest fucking hole with her bare hands-emma falling in said hole and then plot>The infamous 'concert' episodelucinda is the manager, everyone else ends up a bodybuilder>>5635523traumatizing children is a very viable marketing practice. just ask earthbound and pokemon red or that thing with the pink girl and the one with that says 'i am not an individual of exceptional abstract cthinking apabilities' and then explodes>>5635628>The episode where Rita tries not to eat candy she found in a dumpster for a day because Erika made a bet with her.rita lasts less than the time it takes Erika to stop looking at her. plot twist: the dumpsters of Puerto Madero are full of rare collectionable items that the rich guys took for trash, Rita becomes ojousama>The BLM and Jimena episode.for ill or omen Jimena does have that feminist mentality, bordering just a little bit on feminazi>The "Just Say No" episode where Rita becomes addicted to crack cocaine.the deep lesson is that if you are guca the witches would still kill you faster than crack could. ends up with emma saying 'nigga bitch just pass the blunt aight'>The notorious "slumberparty" episode.-jimena cheating to fuck with lucinda-lucinda fucking mad but keeping it in like a kettle because shes sure this fucking asshole is cheating but still has no proof-emma permanently bringing in more and more snacks to the point the dishes stack on each other like a tower of cards-rita happily balancing said tower-erika takes over cooking to save everyone from emmatoday i got the written exam for the thing i wanna do, so most likely no post and everybody will be sad. it has no deadline but ill try to finish today, i wanna at least start the next thread with the current things finished
>>5635715>PSBPublic Service Broadcast, something from Ye Olde Days of radio and cable TV when there were government funded/produced segments meant to inform people about stuff, like how parents should spend some time with their kids or that the gays are out there.>today i got the written examGood luck mate, and don't worry about us, IRL things should always come first.
>>5635715Good luck with that exam, take care QM!
>>5635715>Rita digging the biggest fucking hole with her bare handsOh hell yea, QM. You get it!Best of luck on the exam, too! Channel your Meguca Writing Skills!
>>5635715Best of luck with the exam.
Huh, my ID changed. Anyways, if there are still any anons out there when the opportunity to dictate Helen's course of action comes up, feel free to chime in. She is still a public domain character, and your course of action might be better than what I can come up with.
wait fuck i forgot helen>beachfunds a terrorist cell>concertgets trialed for running a pyramid scheme>slumberpartykgb agents find out shes behind the internal riot only after not having enough manpower anymoreanti-helen is just an opera singer>>5635770oh now i see it
Christ is risen
>>5637389christ might be but ive been stuck in this chair for eight hours watching blueprint tutorialsposting tomorrow, im taking a break for this shit
>>5637416Take good care mate.
>>5637416>blueprint tutorialsHell yea, brother! You can help rebuilt SEAnanigans!Seriously though, take care of yourself!
>>5633387>So here's my ACTION: Stalk the familiar with the "prize" around the fare and challenge it to a two-player multiplayer game for the prize. If Lucinda wins she gets the "Prize" it won, and whatever it wants if it wins.i need to know, how will lucinda challenge the familiar? how will she communicate with it?>>5633494why does anyone but emma have super high MAoh wait thats my fault nvmok given that the bullet is fast as fuck and and hard to predict roll me an m4 ma blunt. rita has ma 6 so it can only fail with less than 20>>5635851>>5637426>>5637499also tnkiei need to think about something that isnt type casting
Rolled 35 (1d100)>>5637668>Rolling to curve the bulletWatch THIS
>>5637668Well, I was thinking she could attempt to talk to it.But I suppose since the likelihood of a charisma roll succeeding is near 0, if that fails just grab it and lead it over to a multiplayer game stall.Even if Lucinda can't directly bet the book, If it dies at one of the other games Lucinda drags over to it then the book will supposedly be free to pick up from its corpse.
>>5637668>bullet is fast as fuck and and hard to predictI wonder if Helen could piggyback ride on Rita and use her foresight to help her redirect stuff.
>>5637801>Well, I was thinking she could attempt to talk to it.familiars are almost mindless. they do their thing for their Witch and they can adapt, but it's like their minds don't have room for much anything else. no one any of the girls has even heard of has ever heard of an instance of megucas communicating with witches or familiars, so it's simply considered an impossibility.not even having char 100 would help on this one>Even if Lucinda can't directly bet the book, If it dies at one of the other games Lucinda drags over to it then the book will supposedly be free to pick up from its corpse.is lucinda going to hope that the familiar plays and dies at another game so that she can pick the card up?>>5637812i wonder too
>>5637962>is lucinda going to hope that the familiar plays and dies at another game so that she can pick the card up?Essentially yeah. Sorry for the confusion.Seems like familiars offing themselves is commonplace in this labyrinth, so hopefully once it inevitably dies from these insane games, Lucinda can grab it and see how Rita is doing.
>But then Lucinda is, again, the one to spot what to Rita is a haunting detail. In the waiting line of odd, disproportionate silhouettes of many colors is a human, an older woman, meekly waiting for her turn to shoot the gun.>ACTIONS:凸: TARGET REDIRECT the Old Lady's shot so that it doesn't reflect back at her. If she wins Rita can see if she'll be willing to hand over her 'ticket'.ರೃ: Wait until the Familiar dies so that she can pick up its card.Lucinda isn't alarmed, though. She thinks of this as more of the same: the strong predating the weak, whether through muscle or deceit. That gentle-looking old lady? Another predator. Once out, she'll rot her grandchild's teeth with candy to feel like a good person, and then she'll spend two thousand dollars on high heels. Which won't even be noticed the only time she wears them, at a wedding whose marriage will last less than a year.Ah, but the old Magical Girl idealism... Lucinda can neither see it in the yellow nor the blue eye, but it's there. To be certain of what the other person is going to do is a scarily strong relief that washes over her, as the iron-clad Rita steps forward just as the lost nana grabs the gun. Feet offset, shoulder width apart, the human woman stands like a trained soldier as she aims; at what, neither Magical Girl knows. The shot is deafening but for half a second, the bullet draws triangles in the air as it bounces, like smashing into a hundred cymbals- 凸 Rita: (T-target Redirection!)-and then a faint, faint line is drawn right next to the woman’s ear, the drum solo ending. Lucinda notices that the woman has neither been liquified nor absorbed and turned into a beverage, as Rita turns to look at the blonde.凸 Rita: (T-taraaan!)To look at the blonde with the same steady, ready eyes, and no other expression whatsoever. >>凸 (M6 Magical Affinity λ Roll: 35 = Magnitude 4 Success)<< (Use Target Redirect to stop the bullet from bouncing into the old woman.)As some kind of mercy, the blonde allows herself to imagine Rita striking a pose or something- but was it really necessary to name her magic? Both glance at the older woman who is leaving with a card of her own, walking away mechanically before being intercepted by the walking wall of stained glass that is Rita.凸 Rita: Hand that prize over to me.…who keeps walking away, but is then intercepted a second time by the second Rita.凸 Rita: I need that ticket. Please give it to me.…and yet keeps walking away, mercilessly. Rita simply watches the old woman go, and she’s going in the same direction as Lucinda- who, a bit ahead, so happened to go stalking the first Familiar they saw winning a prize. So Rita follows the woman, and Lucinda follows the familiar, and it's like a little train.
As they follow their mark in plain sight, as they traverse the endless labyrinth of what would be a mockery of stalls and attractions, Rita and Lucinda yet shoot careful glances all around them. The entire place is clogged with Familiars of many shapes and sizes, many more than either of them remember ever finding in the same place. Extremely dangerous otherwise, these are fixated on whatever it is that they are doing, whether it is running a stall, playing a game, dragging the corpses through the floor, or throwing said corpses into the colorful machines that sing and turn them into what looks like milkshakes. As what seems like disco balls bathe them in lights of many colors, Rita can only look as a little boy is dragged through the floor by the elbow like a broken doll.ರೃ Lucinda: (Up ahead.)Rita looks away just as the kid is slammed into the machine and crammed into it with a funky-looking hammer. Through Lucinda’s eyes, who is further ahead, Rita sees it: a chasm into nothingness but the darkness below and the many faces in it. But then she notices. Familiars and humans walk over it as if standing on thin air, but it’s not thin air but a rope, and they all are carrying candy canes long as poles to balance themselves out. Closer yet, Lucinda is met with two Familiars guarding the rope. The one she was chasing gives them its card and the other two hand it a massive candy cane in return. Lucinda stands aside as the same happens with the woman Rita was following, who then fearlessly threads upon the rope that lingers over nothing.
凸 Rita: Look.The stark contrast in the tone and modulation of Rita’s voices is enough to leave even Ms. Newborn disoriented. A singer herself, Lucinda knows how much training is required to pull off that kind of change, which is the reason voice actors are so respected within the acting community. But she looks. And wow, what is she looking at? Floating over the abyss is the unwanted son of a glass dome and a circus, the red and white striped pattern enveloping its skeletal frame broken by so many others, supported only by a million balloons of many shapes but none they recognize. The two biggest, biggest by far, each big as the dome itself, float over all of the others. This time, both Rita and Lucinda can tell what they look like: eyes.Not to seem like an idiot, Lucinda decides not to mention that the Witch is there, which seems obvious. Rita, however, knows anyway, so she’s flashed with a glare from the blonde even though there was nothing she could do about it.凸 Rita: Look.The same monotone voice, but this time the other Rita is pointing behind them. A massive milkshake is heading their way, big like a room, and it’s being transported by many Familiars, some of which slip and fall and are trampled and then replaced by others. Lucinda and Rita simply stand by in dumb-folded silence as it stops by the guards and each of the Familiars hand their cards one by one.凸 Rita: (deadpan) They will.Lucinda limits herself to simply scoffing at the very, very armored girl next to her. Reading the mind of others is comforting. Having yours read? Not so much.>?
> And I’m fucking telling you: there’s NOTHING in that tower.> Is that really what’s happening here?>ACTIONS:ᕙ: Support Erika by distracting Faction Leader Salome.■-■: Use Omniscience to communicate with the Magical Girls inside the Tower.There’s nothing in the Tower, that truly is what Erika perceives- it’s just not all of it. Invisible to the naked eye, shadows haunt the Violet Tower’s walls, every nook and cranny of every magical brick of it. They have faces and their faces are as simple as emojis and they talk and, through Omniscience, she can hear them.And they are fucking annoying.“OH HI THERE”“HI GIRAFEE”“NO LEAVES UP HERE”“DO YOU PLAY BASKET”“DO YOU WANNA GET HIGH, WAIT WHY WOULD YOU”“ARE YOU HIGH CLASS”…her face comically twisted in disbelief, Erika can’t look away as the shadows verbally dunk on her consistently. And of course, while the Faction Leader is watching her.◄ Salome: You look weird desuwaaaa! Is something bad happening desuwaaa? We can help desuwaaa! Let me in desuwaaaa!Erika painfully unglues her eyes from the Violet Tower, then does what to her is a smile.■-■ Erika: I appreciate the offer. Frau Hyakumantenbara, could you please tell us what you know about the activities of the Toys in your area? Finding their source is vital for dealing with this crisis.She said so drawing what of her grandpa’s accent she could, which came out decently.ᕙ Jimena: (Yeah, Salami, humor me for a bit, come here.)■-■ Erika: (You didn’t say that, you thought it.)ᕙ Jimena: Oh my fucking god am I really going to be rich?◄ Salome: Are you going to be rich desuwaaa?! Are you going to follow the path of a proper lady?! I can lead you desuwaaaa, let us follow the desuwa path desuwaaaa!Erika harms Jimena slightly.ᕙ Jimena: Y-Yeah, Salami, teach me how to desuwa.■-■ Erika: I would prefer it VERY MUCH if you gave us information on the Toys instead.◄ Salome: OK DESUWAAA!If the shrillness of her voice made the girls of the West behind her squirm, who are already used to her, then there is no need to describe what happened to Jimena and Erika’s eardrums. But she will honor their sacrifice. Drawing again on the power of Omniscience, pretending to look at Salome…“OH HI IT’S RULERGIRL”“YOU ARE RIGHT SHES LIKE A RULER”“TALL AND NUMBERS AND EVERYTHING PERFECT”…Erika focuses on the Soul Gems around her. With or without the Magical Relay, all Magical Girls are capable of communicating telepathically with each other through their Soul Gem, provided that both communicator and recipient remain at a short distance, but what Erika had learned from the Magicae Encyclopedia was different.
While communication via Soul Gem required that the message be delivered, Erika had learned to intercept the signals that contained them to determine their origin, specifically the Incubator’s given that their supreme complexity made them stand outbut why limit herself? Jimena is buying golden time, every second harder as the Magical Girls of the West pile up on their leader who veered from ojousama talk to actually talking about the Toys. A single Soul Gem would have been enough reference to draw from within all she truly knows about them, yet it doesn't hurt that the more than ten pretty crystals around her all point in the same direction. She finds it, the pattern; she perceives the signals around her going in and out of the crystals. She had always perceived them, in fact, but had never given them relevance in the sea of data. Now that they matter, they exist.Closing her eyes, Erika tests out the Soul Gem Signal Interception; when she opens her eyes, every Magical Girl whose pattern she recognized was standing where she thought. Perfect. And yet, there is a ‘regardless’; and in this case, it’s that Erika can’t still feel the signals inside the Tower. Soul Gem Resonance, the method she learned from the Magicae Encyclopedia, has a much wider area than the usual scanning methods which attempt to detect Soul Gems since Erika is aiming for the signals emitted instead- but of course, it only works if signals are being emitted, to begin with. Looking up, she knows that there are- right above her. Attuning herself to the top of the Tower through Omniscience, Erika targets the signals coming in and out of the Magical Relay and draws out its pattern through the many, many examples. And there it is, lo and behold, the reason why only those specific signals can come in and out of the Tower. Unable to feel surprised, Erika yet furrows her brow out of reflex: the signals that the Magical Relay sends out, aimed directly at Soul Gems, are strictly mechanical and completely devoid of magic. HUH.>>■-■ (M6 Intelligence π Roll: 32 = Magnitude 4 Success)<< (Use the SETR(Search for Extra Terrestrial Rats) method to look for Soul Gem signals instead.)
Well; there is a way, then. All she has to do is find a way to reproduce its pattern and broadcast it towards the Tower, but fucking how will-◄ Salome: Do the Toys leave if we leave desuwa? Do they continue to attack if we leave desuwa?...by the looks of it, the budget of time for theorization has ran out. Everyone else went silent- and Salome is looking straight at her, which Erika finds, despite her innocent eyes, oddly intimidating. As if sheer, pure honesty in itself was something to be afraid of.◄ Salome: (You don’t know desuwa?)…Even for such a short span of time, this was a long time coming. But telepathy? How is Jimena going to intercept- no. Fuck. Fuck it. Erika Kruppman is a horrible liar and she knows; why even try?■-■ Erika: (Truth be told, no. I do not know.)Salome just nods as if someone had told her to bring soda on her way back. Pondering just a bit more about it, Erika finds ease in the fact that reproducing such a specific mechanical signal accurately without magic would be, well... complex.◄ Salome: (Does anyone from the MACBA know desuwa?)■-■ Erika: (It’s the MGC-BA. Not the ‘MACBA’.)◄ Salome: (That desuwa.)Well, might as well. The moment Erika introduced the MGC-BA it was obvious that the Tower of Peace Team was going to get dragged in. And it's for a good cause.■-■ Erika: (Yes. They are inside the Tower. I did try, but my magic cannot reach them from here.)Salome puts a finger inside her nose, which slightly irks the darkest corners of Erika. The worst part is, the Faction Leader does seem to be focusing.Then she nods again, to herself.◄ Salome: (Are you mentally connected to this mademoiselle here desuwa? Can you read her mind desuwa? Can you read her girly, romantic thoughts desuwa? Do you complement each other because she’s short and you are tall desuwa? Did you find out that she loves you desuwa? Is it forbidden love desuwa? Are you conflicted about said love because she’s your lifelong friend and you don’t want to risk your childhood friend desuwa? Do you cherish her that much desuwa? Will love itself be the obstacle desuwa?)ᕙ Jimena: Yes and I’m never going to work again!■-■ Erika: (‘Yes’ what?)◄ Salome: That’s great desuwa! I’m happy for you two desuwa. Now you stay here desuwa, and you go inside desuwa! And you ask your friends if the Toys leave if we leave desuwa. She will hear too desuwa.■-■ Erika: (Wait what?)ᕙ Jimena: (Aightylity then.)And Jimena enters the Tower. Everyone waits expectantly, in silence, everyone staring at Erika. Someone talks but is instantly shooed by Salome.Erika swallows.
Meanwhile, inside the Violet Tower…Jimena’s short frame bursts through the fake wall, as if jumping through it was completely necessary. Hands in her pockets, the brunette power-walks straight toward Lily Evans Haze, who doesn't seem completely unworried as she sees Jimena coming.ᕙ Jimena: Do the Toys leave when you leave or do they stay and keep wrecking your shit?卌 Sunny: Ara ara, back so quickly.ᕙ Jimena: Did you just fucking ara ara?卌 Lily: They… do.Both Sunny and Jimena turn to look at the rather normal girl. Who is looking away.Yet Jimena shrugs.ᕙ Jimena: Aight, there you have it.卌 Lily: I have it?卌 Sunny: I’m sure dear Carlos here is communicating with one of her teammates. It does lift my worries that they are getting along.ᕙ Jimena: Carlos?卌 Lily: Um, you said that was your name? Just now?ᕙ Jimena: Damn straight.And she walks away. Then she comes back.ᕙ Jimena: (Don’t we have like any other questions?)As Lily and Sunny share a glance, Jimena looks at the ceiling.ᕙ Jimena: ”Connect yourselves to our part of the relay to communicate or our agreement to get the girls in the tower is off”, is what she’s telling me to tell ya. Well, I’m here, so no need.卌 Lily: I see, I think.卌 Sunny: I see too. And yet, Miss Lily…Lily barely glances at Sunny.卌 Sunny: We /are/ sure that Toys will leave if they do. Correct?卌 Lily: /Yes/. Yes, we are.She said so firmly, yet perhaps too firmly.>?
>>5638606>"That's nice. So, how about you join in our brain LAN and say it again? I don't wanna come off too strong but surely you got nothing to hide.">Moment of truth, are they lying or not? Refusal means yes.will this be a Wisdom check or a Charisma check?
>>5638606>...(They are T least partially responsible for the Toys, aren't they? Regardless, please tell them to "Connect to us you antisocial harlequins.")>Erika gives her thanks to Salome and uses this moment of quiet to learn of everybody's powers and residences, you never know via /omniscience/.
At first, I thought Salome was inserting desu into her sentences to screw with Jimena and Erika, but now I think she just actually has some sort of verbal tic. I don't really know. Salome could just be hiding how sharp her mind is by acting like this. I would guess one doesn't become a faction leader without some mixture of brains, charms, and sheer power. The culmination of the faction's ideals. Somehow it would make perfect sense to me that the faction heads are all insane in the membrane.I will admit that when first introduced, I thought Salome would say ara ara~ like an ojou.
>>5638606Also, some questions if things go well>"If someone were to, say, get their lights knocked out, would the Cricket be able to control them?">"Also, where is the Coordinator A? Did she approve, uh, this?">>5638685>"She says 'Connect to us you antisocial harlequins'. Casting stones in a glass house there, Erika." >>5638695Magical Girls are mostly altogether and by and large, dumb as fuck. It only makes sense that the most important ones are pantshitting smoothbrains.
>>5638596Looks like the milkshake is being brought to the witch by the familiars...Perhaps there's a way to get in without needing a card after all. If they are bringing it to the witch, perhaps Rita and Lucinda can sneak into the circus by hiding in the milkshake itself until they get inside?Here's my action:>ACTION: Sneak into the giant milkshake being transported by the familiars.If it's as big as a room then there should be more than enough room for us both to hide inside until we get to the circus.
>>5638698>Magical Girls are mostly altogether and by and large, dumb as fuck.it really do be that simple. teenagers are always, in one way or the other, completely fucking stupid. adults kinda balance themselves enough to pretend that they aren't, but gucas wear it in their skin>>5638695>Somehow it would make perfect sense to me that the faction heads are all insane in the membrane.thats how it always goes. also the fact that she didnt ara ara doesnt mean she cant ara ara, she could be hiding her true powersim just gonna post the shortest post ever in a bit just to answer emmas question. if this exam takes too long ill take another day off, otherwise ill rush it
>>5638596>>5638737That's using the old noodle! I like your plan. Maybe we can hop in from above or something so we aren't spotted-these familiars don't really strike me as sharp tools.>ACTION: Sneak into the milkshake with Lucinda!
>>5639154Just promise me you won't drink the entire milkshake before we get there Rita, please. You snack-goblin.
>>5639158Oh no... it... it has OREO CHUNKS and CHOCOLATE SYRUP on top!>pic related when I fail the inevitable willpower save
>>5639162so basically its a save roll to stop rita from becoming a cannibalboy
ᕙ Jimena: If someone were to, say, get their lights knocked out, would the Cricket be able to control them?卌 Lily: Control?卌 Sunny: I do think there has been a misunderstanding, Miss Lily. The small blue ones we call the Crickets only use transmission magic like that of the Magical Relay's.Lily shoots a subtle, wary glance at Sunny- but the State of Liberty that is not green doesn't react.卌 Sunny: Those pesky little things might as well be floating cellphones.
>>5639191>"Ah, so the gun doesn't kill people its the bullet, godfuckingda- Ok there's your answer Emma, do something already it's been ten minutes."Lord why are these people so obtuse
>*Chews cereal*>"QM will never make small posts.">see's >>5639191>*Pukes up ceral.*
>>5639191>The small blue ones we call the Crickets only use transmission magic like that of the Magical Relay's>>5634897>here the transformations ocurr in real time>>5638601>Magical Relay sends out, aimed directly at Soul Gems, are strictly mechanical and completely devoid of magic>Idea.jpgHumor me for a bit, the Toys use the electromagnetic to transmit information, right? Right. The meguca transformations, which emanate light, which is made out of photons which make up the electromagnetic spectrum, happens in real time right? Right. If so, could a sufficiently proficient meguca "amplify" her transformation as to jam the Toys?
>>5640026i've been thinking about it and no, megucas can't amplify it because the light emanated from their transformation is just a byproduct of the whole process, butbutthey can spam it
>>5640092I see, I also assume that visible light isn't the only byproduct of the transformation and that the process in itself releases waves of all other lenghts, right?
>>5640110yup. mainly, waves carrying the guca's magical signature, which makes them a bit easier to detect.>>5639322see, i can do it with the power of friendshipi wonder if emma is still thinking about her action
>>5640092>they can spam itFlashbang possible?
>>5640092>>5640155>Meguca flashbangDefinitely using this in the future, holy shit you guys made me spit my drink all over the keyboard
You know, all this talk of magical warfare makes me think we need some kind of Magical-Girl Geneva Convention laws set in place.Just so no magical biological and chemical weapons are used to erase the city off the map.
>>5638621>will this be a Wisdom check or a Charisma check?charisma.you wanna convince someone through sheer looking cool? charismayou wanna argue? well:you wanna know how shit works? intelligenceyou wanna know what people want? wisdom>>5640155>>5640174going in and out of transformation at high speeds would require a fuckton of dexterity. it can be done, but the only one here who could hope to do something so inefficient that looks so fuckign dumb would beerika>>5640707>regulating magicerika would be banned lawl. at this point all gucas know that if the world didnt outright explode already is because the other gucas dont want it toit's been almost a week without emma, sad times bois. im thinking wut to do. on the one hand im getting my ass fucked sideways by my exam, on the other hand i want everyone to get something done before the thread endsbut if we keep going like this we'll leave emma behind and i don wanna
>>5640730I'm totally cool with just letting the thread die for now, seems like busy times for everyone and it would be better to do a new thread when things are less hectic.Gives enough time for Emma to come back, and if she doesn't, then we 4 sure know she's gone for good.Just my thoughts.
>>5640730yeah, but what if someone won't be convinced by coolness and I wanna know if their reasons not to are honest? and it's up to you. I still believe she'll turn about. good luck with the prostate exam
>>5640707>Magical-Girl Geneva ConventionDid someone say creating an organisation to regulate the use of magic?>>5640730>the only one here who could hope to do something so inefficient that looks so fuckign dumb would be erikaI find your lack of faith in the usefulness of rapid electromagnetic blasts disturbing.Also >erika would be banned lawl.>Implying she wouldn't be the one founding it so she could limit the capabilities of others gucas while getting away with doing shady stuff. On a totally unrelated note, does Erika know the address of the necromancer girl and can she find Kyubey corpses via /omniscience/ or does she have to make them?>i want everyone to get something done before the thread endsIn the end it's your call, but I believe that another interlude, maybe with or without our favourite concept given form, could be a good compromise.
I'm here.I've been here, checking up on the thread every so often, trying to get through whatever mind-bending autistic fuckery is going down at the tower and waiting to see if Emma's question would get answered. I guess it kinda has been? Things on my end haven't exactly led to the best moods for any sort of creative output either, so I've been content letting this all slide past me until someone gave me an answer/reason to cobble an answer together.So, what I'm seeing from >>5639191 is that getting knocked out maybe works (?) but>>5638606 this says that maybe the toys wouldn't leave if Emma does? Man, who knew not living in a dumpster and having parents/a not-dysfunctional family would make it so difficult to handle meguca bullshit.Should I just have Emma let herself get knocked out/choked out by her mom so you guys can get on with things?...So, the Crikets are cellphones. Whoever is on the other side is a guca, from these "Order of the End" people. If Emma snatches the Cricket out of the air and uses it like an actual cellphone, can't she just mindfuck whoever's on the other end? There can't be many people handling this, though the required power wouldn't add up.And that is something she is now absolutely willing to use her power for because they. hurt. her. family.
>>5640764>our favourite concept given formAre you thinking of Emma as embodying a certain concept or am I misreading things?
>>5640781I was refering to the April Fool's interlude with Madokami.
>>5640781You da Madoka.
>>5640743sheee's back!and altough i do agree, i hate leaving things in the middle of the road. i have that quirk where if the passage of irl time doesn't equate with whats happening in a story i feel like its being written by two different persons already. like say, we leave ritalinda in the laberynth, right? but then two irl months come and go and then they are still there. i'd rather like leave them in a house or waiting somewhere or something>>5640747>yeah, but what if someone won't be convinced by coolness and I wanna know if their reasons not to are honest?you roll wisdom. wanna know /why/? wisdom. wanna know /how/? interegenre. there are why's in technology too, but they are much easier to discern than say the intentions of a person, which is why wis rolls arent considered in technology.>and it's up to you. I still believe she'll turn about. good luck with the prostate exammy god, if only you know. i'll be sitting in a block of ice by next thread>>5640764>On a totally unrelated note, does Erika know the address of the necromancer girl and can she find Kyubey corpses via /omniscience/ or does she have to make them?a) lucinda knows, so erika could just ask her and the answer will pop up in lucinda's mind whether she wants or not to give the answerb) omniscience can cover a city block at most, but BOY let me clarify: even with MA7, you will last five seconds flat without witching out if you use that kind of range. omniscience gets heavier on erika the bigger the range, so i don't think you'd wanna find them that way.as for making kyubey corpses... that shit would require int 100, and im not even joking. the beneficial purrpalines technology is waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay ahead than ours.>In the end it's your call, but I believe that another interlude, maybe with or without our favourite concept given form, could be a good compromise.now that we got erika back i think i can at least make another good post to leave things /somewhere/>>5640779>Things on my end haven't exactly led to the best moods for any sort of creative output eithersorry to hear that man, i know how it is. ive been jobless and stressing over this one interview over three months already, not to mention the etcs. hope things work out on your end. if you don't feel like posting jack shit, just leave me instructions on what to do while you are off and i'll have emma waiting for you>Man, who knew not living in a dumpster and having parents/a not-dysfunctional family would make it so difficult to handle meguca bullshit.not having anything to care about makes things easier, that much is true. and the more you care, the harder it gets>If Emma snatches the Cricket out of the air and uses it like an actual cellphone, can't she just mindfuck whoever's on the other end?you can try>And that is something she is now absolutely willing to use her power for because they. hurt. her. family.there's your excuse. would you feel guilty defending your family?ohfuck post too l
>>5640813Thanks for understanding, and yeah, similar shit, less than yours overall. I'll still try and keep up with Emma.Okay, so what I'll try and do is>Use Emma's ability radially, since we want everyone to think the same, it works for us here. Everyone is pretty clustered around Emma's mom so it should be fine magnitude-wise? If I have to specify duration, do I get a chart? If I don't, then a week should be fine? They'll have forgotten the details by then and would be much more likely to stick to the food poisoning story rather than question things.As for what she wants to do, she want them to think that anything that's just happened was due to accidental food poisoning, let their mind fill in the gaps.>If that works, get out of the garden via the house. If questioned, say you're going outside to clear your head.Man, mamma bear is going to feel like shit for this, I think. At least people shouldn't question why Emma decided to get the fuck out.>Get clear of the house, transform and ambush the toys somewhere with few people, since we've seen what happens when you give them ammo like that. The Cricket should preferably be captured, the others are fair game.Reading back, if whoever is talking through the Crickets is in another part of the city, hitting them back through the link may not work. Unless the Cricket helps negate the distance, and that's how they manage it...Hey, wouldn't that mean that destroying the cricket would cause the entire group to keel over/deactivate/just stop working? We'll have to test that, maybe relay it to the others?Are we still doing three prompts by the way? I can't remember. If we don't, let's just have Emma use her damn power and move this train wreck of a breakfast along?
>>5641300>Everyone is pretty clustered around Emma's mom so it should be fine magnitude-wise? If I have to specify duration, do I get a chart? If I don't, then a week should be fine?-everyone in the same room give or take: m2 range-one week duration:--mom: m4 intensity--rest of family: m3 intensityso what does this mean? is this m2+m4=m6? nope. the thing is like this: naturally, both the duration and intensity of radial Unity are linked together. if one grows, the other grows too.m1: range 1, intensity 1m2: range 2, intensity 2m3: range 3, intensity 3etc. normally, you can't have one without the other: if you wanna get duration 5, it comes with intensity 5 too. normally. howeveer, emma /can/ fine-tune things to get a say range 2 intensity 6 radial burst, but! you will also need a roll equal to the difference between the two intensities for it to happen the way you wanted it to.ok let me give you an example cuz maybe im too vagueemma: i wanna do an m3 radial magical burst!me: aight roll m3, 30 to win cuz emma has m4maemma: i want it with m1 range so i don't hit erika thoughme: then its an m3 roll aaand another m2 roll to see if you can fine tune it, 30 then 20emma: "rolls 40"me: cool, unity worked, now temma: "rolls 1"me: ok you failed to contain it, erika you got caught in the blast, roll minderika: "rolls 1"me: ok erika wants to sing barbie girl>As for what she wants to do, she want them to think that anything that's just happened was due to accidental food poisoning, let their mind fill in the gaps.so the intention is to believe that all of this happened due to food poisoning, aight it works>Use Emma's ability radially, since we want everyone to think the same, it works for us here.so then, if you don't care who gets caught in the blast this is an m4 roll for a week, win with 50. if you fall short, the lesser magnitudes will apply but dp cost will remain the same>If that works, get out of the garden via the house. If questioned, say you're going outside to clear your head.emma has retard high char so no roll>>Get clear of the house, transform and ambush the toys somewhere with few people, since we've seen what happens when you give them ammo like that. The Cricket should preferably be captured, the others are fair game.we got:-a green jester m3 dex roll-a black knight m3 dex + m3 pa rolls-a white and pink motherfucker m3 dex + m2 roll-yellow?? no rolls-cricket m4 dex to catch-red wizard on mom m3 dex in case it followsthats a fuckton of rolls y, but each toy has specific abilities so we cant be general here. rolls in order.>Are we still doing three prompts by the way? I can't remember. If we don't, let's just have Emma use her damn power and move this train wreck of a breakfast along?nah, at this point its just 'cram in as much shit as you want and let me stop you'. saves a lot of time desu.i need to know tho: what would emma do in case of a ma crit fail? in case Unity straight up doesn't work?
Rolled 27, 89 = 116 (2d100)>>5641439Alright, so I'll roll Unity first. First roll for duration, second for range.If that fail, the Emma will need to let her mother grab her/choke her and take the opportunity to grab the red wizard and pull it off her while looking like she's just trying to get her mom off her. If she can't straight up crush it with her amazing (eh) guca strength, then maybe just throw it underfoot?Let's seen how it goes. So, the DP cost should be the one for a single m4 activation, not m4+m2, right?
>>5641462>Alright, so I'll roll Unity first. First roll for duration, second for range.boy, i need to perfect my explaining stuff skills. with radial unity you have only two options:a) declare one magnitude.-range and duration will be the same magnitude-only one rollb) declare one magnitude for range and other for duration-range and duration will have different magnitudes-two rolls:--one for the highest magnitude involved (if range is 3, then an m3 roll, if intensity is 6 then an m6 roll)--one for the difference between magnitudes (if we have m3 range and m6 intensity then an m3 roll)if you wanna do an m3 range m6 intensity radial unity burst, you'll have to roll an m6 for intensity to see how well it works and then an m3 roll (m6-m3) to determine if emma manages to fine-tune her magic. you win, she doesn't, you fail, you get the full version (in this case, an m6 range m6 intensity cast).in both cases, the dp cost for the highest magnitude applied applies.it's not one roll for range and other for intensity, sry. you can either reroll or run with the rolls you got there.>Let's seen how it goes. So, the DP cost should be the one for a single m4 activation, not m4+m2, right?yeah, otherwise it would be too expensive for no good reason
>>5641494I mean, I kinda used the numbers you gave me there>>5641439m2 range, m4 duration because of mom, right?
>>5641497yup! so you rolled 27 and 89. if you run with what you have, then the ma roll will have failed but not critically (an m2 effect of like two days will apply to mom) and the fine-tuning would have worked. not satisfied? one re-roll, but! you stick with it.
>>5641502Damn, we're getting rerolls now? Did you just ace your interview to give out freebies like that? If yes congratulations man, but nah, I'll roll with it. Mom still gets the effect, a week's overkill anyway, and she'll probably be too busy dealing with the aftermath of almost strangling her daughter that she should just latch onto what the Unity is saying.I'll be rolling for the toy brawl next, then?
>>5641503pff nah! i'm just taking responsability for being too vague on my explanations.and yes. you have to roll 7 timesno need to roll perception cuz emma is already aware of the toys
Rolled 55, 6, 21, 17, 82, 94, 85 = 360 (7d100)>>5641439Alright so 1+2+2+0+1+1=7 rolls, in the order specified here.>>5641509Good thing you said that, I had genuinely just done the math and landed on 6 rolls. Bozhe moi...Also, we're assuming the wizard follows since you didn't roll for it or anything?
>>5641514At least Emma got revenge for her family on that damned wizard, and probably has a deathgrip on the Cricket!
>>5641514>Also, we're assuming the wizard follows since you didn't roll for it or anything?i make you guys roll for all the things that i think could happen. maybe none of them happen cuz of a bad roll somewhere, but this way we save on having to roll after every sentence.aight so!>>5638621>convince megucas keeping an open secret to share their minds with you, a factionless strangerroll me dat char, m5 to convince unless the underlying reason for refusal is strong enough.>>5638685again, ma7, no need to roll.>>5638737>surrounded on every side by familiars, some of which are carrying the thing.this would be an m5 dex roll.>>5639154same here, an m5 dex roll.remember that this is when you can change your mindsalso votes on bigguca interludes y/n?
>>5641533>bigguca interludesI wasn't there for the last one, so I'd like to try them. I just hope they won't happen while I'm asleep so Emma doesn't embarrass herself without me being there again!
Rolled 16 (1d100)>>5641533
>>5641586not a great thread for Jimena
>>5641587...How in the world are you worse at persuasion than Erika?
Rolled 3 (1d100)>>5641533Watch THIS
>>5641627Welp Rita likes human now
>>5641533>yWe have plenty of girls to embarrass.
>>5641533>YInterludes from time to time seem interesting
>>5641533>YSure, what's the worst that could happen? :)
>>5641606cuz I'm not rich>>5641533if it doesn't take away from regular updates then sure
Rolled 14 (1d100)>>5641533>also votes on bigguca interludes y/n?Sure, could be interesting and break from the action.Also, here's that dex roll you wanted my good man.
aight we got biggucaim not gonna plan for interludes like at all so expect whatever unrelated nonsense>>5641558don't worry, an emma slowly growing an anxiety disorder will always be there for youcuz shes clingy as fuckthat or she shuts herself down weeks at a time to not seem clingy>>5641966>regulari'm lawling so i don't crybut nah, it will just be dumb post-thread flavoralso what the fuck is wrong with your rolls guys
>>5641981>also what the fuck is wrong with your rolls guysPersonally, I place the blame entirely on Rita. Her sugar lust has obviously gotten the better of her and got us both in trouble.
>>5641966>cuz I'm not richYou aren't getting allowance from Erika that easily.
>>5642016well who's gonna translate our fuhrer's ramblings to the masses, emma the wallflower? didn't think soand lets set the record straight, so far Erika has convinced one (1) person on her own, Myself. The bar is on the ground right nowlast thread I really got carried by the original mechanics, those extra die made a big difference
>>5642031You may go and make an official complaint to the MGC-BA.
>>5642031>>5642053>Official MGC-BA HR complaints department.
>>5641981>>5641983Rita wouldn't be Rita without her CLASSIC sweets addiction getting everyone into trouble! I-it's just like Monterey Jack in Chip & Dale Rescue Rangers
>>5642228Goddamn it Rita, your wacky addiction to sweets has caused another series of misadventures.Hopefully the familiars don't fight us, but even if they do, we're both tanks and could take them in a fight.
https://youtu.be/JPoyJ89Nt7k>Peace Tower Group/MGC-BA Theme
>>5643317damn straight, classy as fuck, love it frlets see if i can finally post fucking anything, no promises
>>5643329https://youtu.be/wJWksPWDKOc>Lumina Camina theme song
aight post tonight no matter what, and after that we can archive, then epilogue before thread sinks
>A massive milkshake is heading their way, big like a room, and it’s being transported by many Familiars, some of which slip and fall and are trampled and then replaced by others.>ACTIONS:凸: [green]Sneak into the milkshake with Lucinda![/green]ರೃ: [green]Sneak into the giant milkshake being transported by the familiars.[/green][b]L[/b]ooking back over her shoulder, Lucinda finds some degree of amusement watching the old woman rope-walking over the void and the faces. As the rope shakes, as the giant milkshake looms closer, the actually poor Magical Girl that is not Rita wonders how many mouths could have been fed with what those high heels cost. Showing them off as if proud that she is thriving on the suffering of others; it is with but with sincere hate that Lucinda regards herThen she slips.Then she falls.Eyes painfully open, Lucinda watches her go quietly as if going to calm her playful nieces with candy. And as the woman becomes a dot, Lucinda stares more into the abyss, and the abyss does stare back into her.凸 [b]Rita[/b]: [i]Lady Newhorn, it’s coming.[/i]As if magically, Lucinda recovers from her shell shock. Although the complete lack of expression from Rita’s alter ego is unsettling, the fake rich girl does enjoy the efficiency.凸 [b]Rita[/b]: [i](And it looks so tasty! Look!)[/i]And yet, the expressive side is even more unsettling. No matter how delicious it looks, the fact that it’s a human milkshake /should/ be off-putting enough for anyone.ರೃ [b]Lucinda[/b]: [i](No choice. We are going into it.)[/i]凸 [b]Rita[/b]: [i](Yaaaaaaaaaaay!) [/i]
ರೃ [b]Lucinda[/b]: [i](There’s no telling what could happen if they see us get inside. We will wait for them to reach the guards- and we will only attempt this if no conga line is passing behind us as they show their invitations.)[/i]凸 [b]Rita[/b]: [i](Oh you are right, those are conga lines! Hey, Ms Newhorn, do you like conga lines? I love them! I used to do them at the park!)[/i]ರೃ [b]Lucinda[/b]: [i](No. Focus.)[/i]Both step aside as the giant milkshake caravan finally reaches the guards, and both get ready to take a bath in whatever that could be. This will haunt me forever, thinks Lucinda Newhorn. This will be so awesome, thinks Rita Hammerhead, entranced by the many balls of many colors popping from the cream topping.The milkshake is dropped onto the floor, and the guards are surrounded by its carriers. It's only then that Lucinda adds Rita’s heavy armor into the equation. Will the Familiars be able to carry that? And herself, along this monstrosity of a milkshake, over that loose-ish rope? Lucinda considers becoming invisible, but there would be little point in that if Rita cannot do the same.Both scan the ongoing conga line behind them with worried glances, frantically at times, as the Familiars that will carry this ginormous human milkshake show their cards one by one. What the other Rita was afraid of, thankfully, didn’t happen: instead of returning individually, the Familiars seem content to wait for everyone else.One of which is nigh instantly devoured by all of the others, their shapes suddenly gaping into big eyes with the facsimile of bright human mouths where the iris would be.Sweating bullets as the conga line advances, Lucinda considers that perhaps even the Familiars attempt to cheat in here, all to get to whatever is on the other side of the rope. Suddenly and without decorum, the opportunity to jump presents itself; as one, the Magical Girls leap. Lucinda grabs the ledge of the glass, only to find Rita’s huge ironclad shoe right next to her hand- Rita whimpers, Lucinda gasps, the human milkshake overturns on them under the weight of the armor.>>ರೃ (M4 Dexterity 彡 Roll: 14 = Magnitude 4 Failure)<< (Sneak into the milkshake.)>>凸 (M4 Dexterity 彡 Roll: 3 = Magnitude 4 Critical Failure)<< (Sneak into the milkshake.)
True silence sets in, the kind so deafening that leaves your ears ringing. When Lucinda opens her eyes, invisible on instinct, she realizes that the titanic face in the sky was much further than she thought.Was.All of its eyes are fixated on one thing; to her guilty relief, it's the pile of cream and little balls and splattered milkshake from which only one thing pops up, and it’s Rita’s tongue digging a hole from below. Her eyebrows dart up at once; she can’t believe this crap.When Rita finally rises from her sugar coma, all covered in fluids and cream, she notices the Lucinda-shaped hole in what’s left of the beverage on the floor and then, only then, the multitude of Familiars looking straight at her in silence. Her throat frozen, as if choking on a knife, Rita looks up: when she meets that thing eye to eyes, a floating, magical sign pops over her skull- and only hers. Rita can’t see it; dirty from foot to toe as well, invisible to the Familiars, although she can barely see it, it’s Lucinda who stares in shock.Like water in the shore being sucked before a tsunami, all of the Familiars withdraw. Gasping heavily, Rita can only try to trade glances with Lucinda, who can’t bring herself to meet her eye to eye. When she finally dares, Lucinda instantly looks away at the endless crowd of Familiars, all carrying human-sized bug nets, coming at them like a big wave.>?
>Emma is surrounded by her mother and six Toys and a steel pipe, long as her arm, that the workers fixing the bathroom left yesterday.>ACTIONS:▲: Use Emma's ability radially to make everyone want to convince each other that what happened was due to food poisoning. Then get out through the garden, then transform and ambush the Toys somewhere with few people. Capture the Cricket.Mom: Эммa, you are not talking. Talk.This is it, Эммa thinks. This is all the time her silence is going to buy her. Eyeing both the steel pipe and the Red Wizard on her mother’s shoulder with secret thrill, the soon-to-be-an-adult’s train of thought is interrupted with answers to her questions.-We /are/ sure that Toys will leave if they do. Correct?-/Yes/. Yes, we are.I do think there has been a misunderstanding, Miss Lily. The small blue ones we call the Crickets only use transmission magic like that of the Magical Relay's.And what perfect timing... although the prospect of just shutting her mind and hitting things with a steel pipe is now ruined. Genuinely disappointed, staring into her momma bear’s broken eyes with tears in both her own, Emma decides she hates herself enough to go for plan B.>>▲ (M4 Magical Affinity 27 Roll: 3 = Magnitude 4 Failure)<< (Unity Intensity)>>▲ (M4 Magical Affinity 89 Roll: 3 = Magnitude 4-2=2 Success)<< (Unity Fine-Tuning)-3 DPThe faint scream of the shrill, violet shockwave was as invisible to normal people as the world of Magical Girls is to her own family. Emma won’t look down, but she knows that a runic heart has been drawn on the floor all around her. Her strong bear russian mother blinks in confusion, a common symptom as the curse is being set up.Mom: ...It is the syrnyk, is it not?Uncle Pedro: That’s what we’ve been trying to tell you, woman! For crying out loud!Aunt Marta: ктo этo читaeт тoт гeй! I’ll take Pedro! Call the doctoh!Uncle Pedro: Woman you stay put or the doctoh is taking you with a broken back.The Magical Girl of Unity can tell: it wasn’t strong enough. The intention she imprinted on her family should last perhaps a day or two in them. In the Toys? Hopefully enough to gain some distance. Invisible to the naked eye, there are severe differences between the bodies of Magical Girls and normal people, and likely the Toys fall somewhere in between.Emma glances around; for now, they seem very eager to help the cause. The Black Knight has somehow fit itself through the window and is pointing at the food frantically, as the Priestess Emma broke a dish on rushes between it and the syrnyk, likely to block the chain from hooking into it. The Red Wizard that was on her mother and the Green Jester that was on Clara are now outright beating each other up over the table, likely disagreeing on which dish to blame. The Toys are also trying to convince each other that the cause for this is food poisoning, as Emma wonders if they can communicate directly.
But now is not the time to wonder. The piercing peace she just felt had drained Emma of motivation: part of her wishes she had just let it work. The battle within is silenced at the sight of Lautaro and Romina, their faces still in the dishes, and the ceramic splinters littering the floor. With her pajamas still reeking of ketchup and onion sauce, leaking spaghetti at every step, Emma silently heads for the garden she visits at night.Mom: Эммa! Going where? You could be poisoned.▲ Emma: I-think-I’m going for a walk…Mom: It is food poisoning. Sit.▲ Emma: I… Um…She even considers it. It was never easy for Emma to disregard her family, /especially/ her elders. But this time it has become clear enough: her complacency could be deadly. So at least for now▲ Emma: I know, just…she’s going to disobey.▲ Emma: I’ll be back in a bit.Not even daring to look back, Emma’s naked feet land on the wet garden floor. As the grass tickles her toes with every step, not even smiling, she wonders if her mother will feel bad about treating her like this. And when she’s far enough into the garden and she looks around and is sure that nobody is seeing her, not even peeking from the windows, it takes but a single jump for Emma to glide over the wall at the end of the garden. She lands in the smelly dark alley and slips and falls on her butt; this is where they take out the trash. Cursing under her breath as nobody could ever imagine, Emma is swift to stand up, rush through the darkness, and bounce from wall to wall until she’s at the rooftop of the deserted two-floor gym filled with gay porn posters she has been using as a checkpoint for years.
As she soars from building to building, as the wind tries to clear her thoughts, Emma Imeredala can feel nothing but guilt and worry as her Soul Gem grows darker. Seven months had passed since she made that promise, after using her power selfishly to stop the darkness of loneliness from taking over her mind, and now she just broke it. Maybe the universe /is/ fair and she’s just getting her just desserts. Maybe she was evil in another life and now things will balance themselves out. Maybe she can feel good for the next Emma. She will pay for those broken dishes, for now, she won’t wonder who broke them anymore. She finds the place: the parking lot where her team used to train and spar. No roof stops the sun from shining over her, a place that exists in the center of a block, and the only way in is through the wide tunnel at the end. It exists only because there is a stadium nearby, but when there’s no fun to be had it’s always deserted.And that's when she had fun the most.Emma turns around. Nothing. Neither Camila, Marcela, nor Karuna are coming this time. As time passes, as her heart beats faster and faster, she hopes with more desperation by the second that somebody does, that anyone does. If Lily Evans Haze lied, if the Toys still attack when- NO. Teeth gritted, Emma’s legs shake and shake, whether out of fear or rage.Nobody comesand nobody comesand nobody came. Emma falls to her knees.Dark flames consume her soul, but she will wait them out. Clutching her Soul Gem with dead eyes, and rocking back and forth, the Magical Girl explodes into standing and slams her hand against her face. She has to go back. Right now. She has->>▲ (M3 Dexterity 彡 Roll: 17 = Magnitude 3 Failure)<< (Hit Priestess.)>>▲ (M3 Physical Affinity £ Roll: 82 = Magnitude 3 Success)<< (Damage Priestess)The Priestess dodges her roundhouse kick, yet the void left by it slightly sucked in its cape until it darted away in panic. Once safe behind a totaled car, the pink and white cape turns and turns as the peaceful Toy realizes that it’s now, like Emma, it's all alone. From the girl's claw, the Cricket chirps for help. When Emma finds its ‘mouth’, it’s shut down with a single finger.>>▲ (M3 Dexterity 彡 Roll: 94 = Magnitude 4 Success)<< (Catch Cricket.)
The joint in her waist hurts, but Emma doesn’t even turn to address the rest of the Toys- not yet. Walking away, tired of caring, blue fire devours her legs and waist and chest and arms and hands (and the desperate Cricket by extension) and engulfs her, the spiraling tornado of flames spinning like the blades of a blender until they are instantly frozen solid so hard that they shatter. Standing on the sharp, broken shards of sizzling ice is a queen, almost buried under three densely packed rows of red and blue fur collar capes, red and blue enduring together in harmony. Struggling under the weight of many sheathed swords and daggers, and even a spear, Emma looks up from the ground and finally faces the Toys with iris-less green eyes packed full of emerald darkness. As she clutches her golden two-handed scepter, too big for her, with one hand, and the frozen Cricket with the other, the magnificent crown is finally aligned with Mother Sun.When she sees the Toys looming from the wall, Emma can’t believe she’s grateful that her magic failed her- despair was taking over as she waited. The Green Jester is riding the Black Knight and the Priestess remains hidden behind the car, wary of her legs, but the Red Wizard is yet to be seen- the notion stabs Emma in the side. Perfectly willing to never know what the Green Jester is capable of, Emma’s thick red and blue coat ignites like a gas stove, the blue fire intense, and yet the back of her nape is freezing. Cold fire, frost fire, blue fire; she could never decide. The fire that is not warm but cold gets stronger as she channels, her back growing louder like a jet engine ready to fly-And when Emma looks at the Black Knight and grabs it, like she grabbed the moon when she was three, a massive fire pillar erupts under the Toy and freezes instantly, trapping both the Knight and the Green Jester that was desperate to escape.>>▲ (M3 Dexterity 彡 Roll: 55 = Magnitude 3 Success)<< (Hit Green Jester.)
Not so deep inside, despite it all, Emma hopes that the Toys can’t feel pain. When frozen, her blue fire is burning hot, a very cruel attack she couldn’t even use to train. Both extreme cold and extreme heat lead to burns, and Emma herself had always failed at falling anywhere in between. When the frost fire stalactite cracks and bursts, the pieces of the Green Jester rain from above, yet the tarnished, smoking Black Knight is left hanging in the air.>>▲ (M3 Physical Affinity £ Roll: 21 = Magnitude 3 Failure)<< (Damage Black Knight.)From the gray cloud above rains a single chain, and though Emma recoils it lands squarely on her thigh. When the Toy pulls back, Emma is quick to find herself on her knees, the humble bandages under her many coats exposed, yet her naked foot is firmly anchored on the ground. Even as the Black Knight yanks her back, Emma doesn't fall. The engine on her back revs up again, fueled by rage, but when the pillar erupts under the flying black Toy it dodges- when another pillar erupts from the first, it doesn't dodge at all. With the Black Knight stuck in ice again, Emma shatters the first pillar; the block the Black Knight is frozen in falls flatly into the ground, heavy enough to shatter the pavement.Now, Emma stands on her two feet again, gasping loudly, still shaking nonstop. She’s still chained.>>▲ (M3 Dexterity 彡 Roll: 6 = Magnitude 3 Failure)<< (Dodge Black Knight.)
Inside the cube, that Black Knight is getting cooked- but Emma can’t get away. The Priestess hides again a nanosecond after Emma glances at it, this time behind a normal car and then inside of it. Emma’s fists ball up but almost tenderly- that thing knows her weaknesses. That car could be anybody’s, and that anybody, who is most likely going to live longer than her, could need it.…Waiting for the Black Knight to either melt or run out of fuel, however, proves to be a useless strategyas five more pop up from over the deserted parking lot’s walls. Emma simply stands meekly as the rain of chains painlessly pierces her, completely gluing the Magical Girl in place; if they wanted to rip her apart, they could do so very easily now. She does find a little peace, despite it all; she did her best, and her death won’t bother anyone. Her family thinks she either hates them or outgrew them; maybe they'll settle for thinking she ran away. Shyly, the Priestess looms closer, maybe testing if Emma understands her current situation. Which she does. Silently, Toy and Magical Girl agree with each other. Emma reverts her transformation; she will do what they want.However, the Priestess stops in place, not getting any closer. Emma wonders why, almost for fun, trying to figure it out as a game. A game she wins almost instantly when she sees her foster sister walking towards her, the Red Wizard resting on her shoulder like a conqueror. Gritting her teeth in grief, yet too afraid of death and pain, Emma can do nothing but cry as Angel Imeredala walks up to her, as the chains won’t let her either stand or kneel or run or fight. Why? They already won. So why?! WHY?!Angel Imeredala stands in front of Emma Imeredala. Almost identical to her in appearance, wearing even the same hairstyle, her foster sister has jokingly been called "the spare Emma" for a long enough time now. Who considers regarding her lost twin in silence, and yet, even in her final, desperate moments, remains an awkward introvert.▲ [b]Emma[/b]: [i]H-i Angel! How's your day?[/i]Her attempts at casual small talk end in nothing. Then, casually, the Red Wizard is sent flying with a flick of Angel’s fingers.>>▲ (M3 Dexterity 彡 Roll: 85 = Magnitude 3 Success????)<< (Hit Red Wizard.)>?
guess who got its formatting fucked sideways and then couldn't delete anymore. taraaaaan!no, no erimena tonite cuz this took a fuckbunch more than I thought and its an hour past my sleep time. erimena tomorrow, then interlude, and then I suck indian dick until I land a stable joband yes, a six part post is the least we could do for emma this time
Anyways, this definitely is shaping up to be, at least, in my opinion, a long, if not the longest, night for some of these magical girls due to the sheer amount of stuff hitting the ceiling. Though, I think the ones who have gotten the least hit in the face so far seem to be Jimena and Erika, besides the charisma rolls that keep on giving. Or perhaps Helen, who succeeded at her one roll, actually scratch that; this is definitely her longest night in her eight years alive.I'll also admit my surprise after recently watching Side Story that coordinators weren't something Lumina came up with but an actual thing from canon. That's what I get for stopping at the Rebellion movie.How does DP work? What is the max before turning into a witch?
>>5644673GODDAMN IT RITA, YOUR TOO FUCKING FAT.Your fatness (and armor) has overturned the milkshake and exposed us! (mostly you, cus this bitch be invisible)I swear, if we get out of this alive, your gonna be put on a vegetable-only diet until you weigh less than a pin!Anyways, seeing as how Rita is being hunted now and Lucinda hasn't been seen yet, I'm gonna do my action with that in mind:>"That moron has alerted the familiars! I need to get out of here and kill the witch quickly before escape is no longer possible!">ACTION: Abandon Rita to the hoard of familiars while invisible, army crawl towards the rope and monkey bar across it to the other size.Sorry Rita but, you know, uh......bye.
>>5644688Uh, I genuinely forgot that the toys would be affected too. That worked out well, at least at first.That social mess was surprisingly well maneuvered, with no one suspecting any foul play, at least!So, five extra black knights, that situation sound familiar, at least it isn't a busy street...>Her attempts at casual small talk end in nothing. Then, casually, the Red Wizard is sent flying>with a flick of Angel’s fingers.>>▲ (M3 Dexterity 彡 Roll: 85 = Magnitude 3 Success????)<< (Hit Red Wizard.)I...I don't suppose the fact that I rolled this roll means Angel is acting like this because of Emma's Unity?Because if not, then she can see them, which could only mean...oh no...If that's what I think it is, well... at least, this could give Emma a second wind/lease on life. Assuming the realization doesn't fucking kill or witch her, that is.
>>5644690Can't wait QM. especially since we are a couple of bad rolls away from taking out 50% of the main cast out.>>5644836>>Assuming the realization doesn't fucking kill or witch her, that is.>Emma in 3...2...1... https://youtu.be/nbzoJ98LeiA
>>5644912Eh, she's more likely to kill herself before hurting anyone, let alone a member of her family. She is however most likely going to break down sobbing, assuming I am not hilariously misreading things.
>>5644917I wad refering to the part where she cries in korobeiniki.
>>5644673Gee, I really gotta learn to 'Rita' the room! Well luckily my new friend Lucie--can I call you Lucie?Luckily my new frie->>5644828Aw crap. See , this is why Rita hates other kids. No worries, though! Dante never gets flustered when stuff gets crazy! Neither will she!>ACTION: Avoid the Familiars and disappear into the crowd. Once she's out of immediate eyesight, use TARGET REDIRECTION and have the chasers focus on some other poor schmuck! If that works, use the confusion to find another (or the same if it's the only one) rope and head for THE WITCH
>>5644928Nothing personal Rit, it's just good business. Goodluck!
aight so i may not be able to post jack-8 from tekken 7 shit cuz its my bday>>5642075half of those say 'do u bball', the other half just say 'democracy'>>5642376>we're both tanks and could take them in a fight.>proceeds to elegantly conceal herself the fuck away>>5643332my theme song is six hours longi mean i feel so special>>5644708>Anyways, this definitely is shaping up to be, at least, in my opinion, a long, if not the longest, night for some of these magical girls due to the sheer amount of stuff hitting the ceiling.to emma, this is tuesday>Though, I think the ones who have gotten the least hit in the face so far seem to be Jimena and Erika, besides the charisma rolls that keep on giving.emma: surrounded by toys, has more chains in her than the aunt that tried to scam the irsritalinda: surrounded by ten million familiarserimena: desuwa>heleni think the problem is exactly that she succeeded at that roll>coordinatorsi try to keep the lore exactly the same as in the megucas: revolution. there will be no bullshit in that regard, if it can't be justified from canon then it won't happen. same rules.>How does DP work? What is the max before turning into a witchone hundred, and it piles up faster than you think (in ingame time). max is 100. when it hits zero, drama>>5644828im rita's defense, her body is perfect enough to be laughable even in fiction. the armor is just that retardedly thick>>5644912lawl the drills are the chain>>5644917all true anyway>>5644924wus that>>5644928but the crowd is the familiarsanyway post most likely tomorrow
>>5645381>my bdayHappy birthday! Hope your birthday wish comes true.
>>5645398>Hope your birthday wish comes true.ehno
>>5645031You owe me a sundae if we live through this, buster. The premium kind>>5645381Oh shit, man! Happy Birthday! I got you a cake, but I think Rita ate it already.>her body is perfect enough to be laughableErrr, thanks?>>5645413>picrelI INSIST, QM.
>>5645381Feliz Cumpleaños bae, hope you have fun>>5645540>Errr, thanks?pretty sus how op hypes up a 13 year old huh
>>5645381Happy birthday mate!
>>5645381Happy birthday to you!Happy birthday to you!Happy birthday Lumina Canima on a train QM!Haaaaappy biiiiiiiiirthday toooooo youuuuuuuuu!Hip hip, hooray!Hip hip, hooray!Hip hip, hooray!
>>5645398>>5645540>>5645616>>5645647>>5645651aww thanks guise. desu i has forgotten it was today, birthdays are just another pizza day when you get old>>5645540thanks but no gentle non-bipedal weaselalso it is within the real of possibilities that rita would down a whole cake by herself>>5645616>pretty sus how op hypes up a 13 year old huhit sounds pedo af when you put it like that, but dick and pussy aside the reality is that the concept of beauty is, by itself, very, veeery relevant within the context of teenage girlsbecause of how much society hypes it uppost soon, whoever feels like it can archive cuz i forgot how
>>5645820>birthdays are just another pizza day when you get oldlol, lmao https://youtu.be/NT3zp2vYMvo
>>5645820Still, happy birthday QM!
> That’s great desuwa! I’m happy for you two desuwa. Now you stay here desuwa, and you go inside desuwa! And you ask your friends if the Toys leave if we leave desuwa. She will hear too desuwa.>ACTIONS:ᕙ: Ask the Tower of Peace Team to join Jimena&Erika's channel on the Magical Relay. Ask questions.■-■: Use Omniscience to learn the present West Side Magical Girl's powers and residences.Jimena is in all honesty considering that all of this could be a dream; she’s at that point already. As she talks with Lily and the Statue of Liberty, who by the way is supposed to be in casual attire, she can’t stop her mind from drifting off and jumping around. Forcing her eyes open enough for them to peek from outside their hole, Jimena slaps each of her cheeks at the same time, her face now hidden from the curious glances.ᕙ Jimena: Ok good shit, I get it, so where’s A? The Coordinator?Someone giggles- and it’s Sunny.卌 Sunny: Dear Carlos, you just asked that very same question and we did just answer it.卌 Lily: Um, hey, are you alright? Would you like to rest?At the wretched carnival inside a Labyrinth, two Magical Girls she had never met before are surrounded by freakish silhouettes that do little teleportations every second, all carrying bug nets. On a deserted parking lot, another has more chains than strands of hair in her body- well not that many, but a lot, and she seems to be looking at a mirror. Like any other in her line of work that archived the one-month mark of survival, Jimena had seen her fair share of bizarre, fucked up, unexplainable clusterfucks- only now, from far too many angles at once, because one was already enough. Yet, she catches a yawn and swallows it, and both hands drop limply from her face.ᕙ Jimena: Ok cool nice try, now stop dodging the answer and question me.卌 Sunny: Oh dear, someone here had a rough morning. Likely, a week ago. (giggles)卌 Lily: We all had one today. Carlos, A, the Coordinator, is inside the Labyrinth of the Witch of Peace under this tower. Look.She points at the five holes symmetrically surrounding the main hall and its many low tables and pillows. They look like subway entrances, yet much more fancy.卌 Lily: Any of those stairways lead to its entrance, but someone did something to it and A is trying to fix it. Going in there now could be very dangerous, Carlos.■-■ Erika: (Would you mind?!)ᕙ Jimena: Bitch, I’m trying!卌 Lily: Huh?卌 Sunny: They must be getting along quite well!
On her end, Erika is pretty much cornered, drawing patience from secret good memories as she’s bombarded with questions from every angle. Which she tries hard, so hard, not to get angry about. Because given the circumstances, who wouldn’t be drowning in questions? And yet, for fucks sake, can you give me a minute? And you, can you hurry?“So there’s like a whole organization behind this?!”“What happened to the neutral zone?”“Where is the Labyrinth that was here?”“We need the Coordinator! Where is A?!”“What the fuck even ARE those things that fly?!”“What the hell is that Tower?!”“Wait, why are they even attacking?!”“Who the fuck are you?”“I’m going for Reimu, she needs help!”“I’m already depressed!”The cacophony has merits, though; it’s buying her time. Once inside, for whatever reason it happens, she won’t be able to use Omniscience to get data on the others- cause you never know. Because the odds that Lily and her ragtag team of very special people aren’t at least partially at fault for the Toys aren’t a flat zero.Erika feels her mind expanding as the matrix of infinite factors in a circular radius around her is placed inside of it; in her own words, as if she was turning into an ocean and not any part of it. Floating in it, Jimena, Salome, and the Magical Girls of the West drift alongside her, powerless to stop the development of fate. Through the galaxy in her head, she sees them just fine.◄ Petra Gurin:Wish: “I want to be brave!”Power: Motivation Injection: Can fill others with motivation, but only towards their own specific goals.Residence: 12a (Villa Real)
◄ Enna Alouette:Wish: "I wish for birds to stay the fuck away from me."Power: Attention Vacuum: Can either make it so that an element cannot draw attention or that the attention of entities is forced on a specific element.Residence: 16a (Liniers)◄ Millie Parfait:Wish: "I want Enna to move in with me."Power: Forced Causality: Knows which elements to tangle with in order to lead events into a certain outcome. For example, she knows that if she kicks a trash can in a certain angle then her mother will find a hundred dollars on the floor of a bakery.Residence: 16a (Liniers)◄ Nina Kosaka:Wish: "I want to look mature."Power: Mirage Projection: Capable of conjuring images of elements and even sound. The credibility of these projections depends on the consistency of the imagination of their caster.Residence: 17c (Villa Riachuelo)◄ Pomu Rainpuff:Wish: "I want a stash of weed that never runs out."Power: Friend Maker: Automatically draws everyone’s friendship. Uncontrollable. Incapable of receiving enmity.Residence: 14c (Barracas)◄ Elira Pendora:Wish: "Your wish is so shit, Pomu, hahaha. I want a dragon."Power: Dragon Familiar: Has a pet dragon familiar. Neither its loyalty or affection are guaranteed. Picky. It’s as strong as a Magical Girl.Residence: 14c (Barracas)◄ Finana Ryugu:Wishes: "I want three more wishes. What do you mean just one, you said I could get anything I wanted and that’s what I want hahaha. Ok so maybe I shouldn’t ask for this, but I wish to never look sad.”Power: Forced Dissonance: Can make others (or even herself) perceive a specific object as if it is something different. Will only work with a single object at any one time.Residence: 14c (Barracas)What an interesting pattern; most of the inherent magical capabilities of the Magical Girls of the West revolve around deceiving or misleading others. Maybe if Erika had paid attention to what her Omniscience itself perceived before she would have noticed before that the rest of the members of the team are fake- and that Salome is carrying a very real twin-barreled shotgun, a fucking shotgun. It is understandable, of course. Fucking toys become a pandemic, a big ass tower pops out of nowhere, and you have to go knock on its door.Yet Salomeshe can’t read. Omniscience doesn’t work; the ability that lets you know all there is to know doesn’t know everything about her.◄ Hyakumantenbara Salome:Wish: ????Power: ????Residence: 12a (Villa Real)“HEY ITS RULERGIRL”“DO YOU HAVE FRIENDS RULERGIRL”“OR DO YOU HAVE SLAVES?”Erika feels her veins glow as she flat-out ignores the shadows on the Tower’s walls, whatever the fuck they may be. If the rest could hear them, those fucks wouldn't last five minutes.
Two theories come to Erika’s mind: one, that some magical power is interfering, your typical unpredictable bullshit, two, that Salome contracted after Erika, and therefore was exempt from her wishwhich would mean that all of the present members of the West have at least a full year under their bel-◄ Salome: (Is she there already desuwa? Did she hit the bathroom desuwa?)■-■ Erika: (T-there is no bathroom in the Tower desuwa. Wait oh NO Jimena god fucking d-)ᕙ Jimena: (I’m there I fucking swear I didn’t sleep and there’s toys and my head hurts and I see like six fucki-)■-■ Erika: (Did you tell them to join our channel already?)ᕙ Jimena: (Hang on)■-■ Erika: (Oh for fucks sake…)As the silence sets in, Erika discovers that she had always loved it until right now, when all of the West is looking at her expectantly for answers. The nightmare of an introvert. Should she smile? Should she wave? What the FUCK do you do in this particular social context???Thankfully enough, they all begin verbally trampling each other, both in anger and confusion.ᕙ Jimena: (They say they can’t becau-)■-■ Erika: (Tell me later, I’m going to ask for the questions in FIVE, FOUR)ᕙ Jimena: (WAIT WELL FINE GO)Erika simply stares at the crowd in a way that makes everyone go instantly silent. Salome tries to whistle but fucks it up and steps aside.■-■ Erika: From now on, raise a hand if you have a question. We are getting nowhere like this.All of them raise a hand, even the fakes conjured by Nina- even Salome who is right next to Erika.
■-■ Erika: Faction Leader Salome, ask away.◄ Salome: What happened to the neutral zone desuwa?This one she heard already.■-■ Erika: The Labyrinth of the Witch of Peace is being analyzed because it has apparently been tampered with and could be dangerous.◄ Salome: But does it have a tower on top of it desuwa?◄ Millie: Didn’t you just ask your question?◄ Enna: Babu, we all still need to know that anyway.◄ Millie: Oh true.Erika lets Jimena finish before saying anything.■-■ Erika: The Tower has been placed on top of the Labyrinth to prevent anyone from going into it before we figured out what’s wrong with it. (points) You.◄ Finana: What the fuck even ARE those things that fly?!■-■ Erika: There is no official designation for them yet, but most of us call them ‘The Toys’. They are…Erika’s eyes widen up.■-■ Erika: Mass-produced replicas of Magical Girls created using both their magic and the magic of one of the Inquisitors of the Order of the End. They inherit the powers of the magic used to create them.The girls of the West share baffled glances among themselves. Erika thinks Pomu looks pretty cute.◄ Elira: Wait what?◄ Millie: …The Order of the End?◄ Enna: …The medieval roleplayers?◄ Elira: Wait, wait! ◄ Enna: Bitch, raise your hand! Bitch, wait for your turn!◄ Elira: Does that mean that they all die if- Wait, let me finish! -if you like, no, if like the girl they used to create them dies too?Nobody else interrupts. Instead, they all look at the still-not-surprised Erika.■-■ Erika: Yes. And taking down this one particular Inquisitor would shut them all down at once. You.◄ Petra: Wait, why are they even attacking?!◄ Enna: Sweetie, it’s the Order of the End. Like, why else?◄ Petra: I know but- why now!?◄ Elira: I love how you call everyone a bitch but her.■-■ Erika: We… it would be best if you join our meeting inside the Tower so that we can give you all of the details at once, yes. Ok, you.◄ Enna: What the hell is that Tower?!■-■ Erika: It’s a conjuration created by mixing the magic of many of our members so that we can be safe from the Order of the End until the Toys run out of magic. You.◄ Nina: Sunshine, who the fuck are you?…In the void left by that question, something prompts Erika to look at her side- of course, she’s met face to face with Salome’s eyes, unwavering, inquiring about many things that maybe she can’t see with Omniscience.
◄ Nina: And what, mind you, is the MGC-BA in the first place?This one looks… too mature. Nina Kosaka; hard to believe she’s seventeen. To have an adult look at you with such concentration, the very figures of safety and compromise… For a few seconds, Erika feels the drop of sweat going from under her forehead and through her neck and nothing moreuntil Salome casually tosses the shotgun aside.◄ Salome: Ladies and gentlemen, I can’t believe you can’t tell by the way she stands desuwa! Just look at her desuwa! How could you not realize that this here is the president of the glorious MACBA desuwaaaaAAA?!The rest of the Magical Girls are still wincing after uncovering their ears.◄ Nina: Dear Faction Leader, is this bullshit?◄ Salome: It is not bullshit desuwaaa! Only the Faction Leaders know about the MACBA desuwaa! Right? Right? RIGHT?!◄ Enna: Who are you even talking to, you are scaring me hahaha◄ Millie: And it’s the MAC-GA.◄ Petra: Then who is the other girl? The vice-president?Salome rests her balled-up fists under her chin as she blushes.◄ Salome: My beloved friends and comrades, I can’t believe that you could be so blind desuwa! Ho Ho Ho Ho Ho Ho Ho ! ! ! Beloveds, can’t you tell by the way she looks at her desuwa? The passion? The focus desuwa? The glances she steals desuwa? Have you been so deprived of human warmth and touch that you fail to recognize love birds soaring together desuwaaaAAAA?◄ Petra: I- that’s not what I meant-?◄ Elira: And who else even asked? HAHAHAHAHA◄ Salome: They met on a warm night desuwa! Both were chasing the same dog because they both wanted to stick two loaves of bread to it desuwa! It was a Dachshund desuwaa! They both idea the same idea desuwaa! It was destiny desuwa! And even though the president’s one-and-only believes wholeheartedly to be a pirate and has this tick that makes her punch herself in the face sometimes and that the president is deathly afraid of cats and any sort of feline and flirts with everyone else because she's insecure it worked out desuwaa! It's love desuwaaa! She protects that misguided innocence because it's the light in her life desuwaa! Because even though her one-and-only was poor she would risk everything to steal toilet paper for her president because that’s what her only star loves most in the world desuwaaa! She collects brands of toilet paper desuwaaa! And they stay together despite it all desuwaa! Even though piracy itself is delinquency and was actually very mean at the time desuwaaa! It’s so romantic desuwaaaaaAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!Silence.◄ Petra: B-but… was she talking like a pirate?◄ Salome: SHE’S SHY DESUWAAAAThe whole West share a small, secret meeting through lifted eyebrows and sideway glancesand shrug as one.
◄ Enna: Ok, so what are they called?◄ Salome: Oh?Salome tilts her head.◄ Salome: (What are you two called desuwa?)This bitch, thinks Erika. This entity.■-■ Erika: (I’m Erika. She’s Jimena.)◄ Salome: Erika and Jimena desuwaaaa!◄ Pomu: Wait so how is it? Does she like, think she’s a pirate or some shit? Like the captain of an actual boat?◄ Salome: Yes desuwaa! She wants a big crew of friends to sail the seven seas desuwaaa!Erika is smiling. She has given up. Whatever rage was left had turned into mercy for the living that will remain.ᕙ Jimena: (...how the fuck did she knew you were the rich one?)■-■ Erika: (Beats me. The way I dress, most likely. The difference is stark.)◄ Nina: Faction Leader, I do not mean to be rude but haven’t we wasted enough time? What about Reimu? What about the others? We NEED to help them.Yet Salome remains serene and radiant.◄ Salome: I had warned them desuwaaa. They didn’t want to listen to their Faction Leader desuwaaa. This is going to be a great lesson desuwaaa!◄ Nina: They are in danger. Real, actual danger.◄ Salome: Don’t worry.…And surprisingly, they don’t.◄ Salome: Ho Ho Ho Ho Ho Ho!Salome shakes a bit as she Ho’s. If Erika had balls, now she knows, and not thanks to Omniscience, the failed aristocrat would be clutching them as hard as if she was hanging over a pit of lava.Right now, Erika realizes, mouth gaping, hands frozen in the air, that doesn’t matter. And it wasn’t even thanks to the faint, growing screaming like that of a hundred groupies in a concert of idols doing striptease.■-■ Erika: Everyone. Inside.Now.◄ Enna: Look bitch you may be MACBA but you don’t give us orders. Leader?As still as Erika, Salome limits herself to only moving her right arm and only her right hand, pointing the only finger covered by gothic-plated armor on her black glove at the cloud of Toys of every shape and size heading their way like a furious locust swarm. Everyone else turns to look.◄ Salome: Feel free to run desuwaaa!Among the Toys, bouncing from roof to roof like grasshoppers, familiar faces.
ADDENDUM:ᕙ Jimena: How about you join in our brain LAN and say it again? I don't wanna come off too strong but surely you got nothing to hide.卌 Sunny: Yet we do.卌 Lily: ...Huh? Sunny?Sunny drops her shoulders solemnly.卌 Sunny: Do think about it, Miss Lily. We are indeed carriers of very vital information, at this moment; should it fall in the wrong hands, our plan could be undone.卌 Lily: (nods) I know. Still, I also do see where Carlos is coming from, Sunny. Lily faces Jimena fully.卌 Lily: We don't really know how things will play out from now, and we can't really afford to risk having our defenses studied by the Order of the End. So, I'm sorry. The reality is that we can't fully trust you either, Carlos, or anyone in your team- at least for now. Sorry. I'm just doing my best to help everyone.She /does/ at least seem apologetic. But then again, certainty is a lie.ᕙ Jimena: Yeah well-卌 Lily: But I will tell you as much as I can.卌 Sunny: Lily?卌 Lily: Our team is not linked together through the Magical Relay. We had to save room since it gets harder to maintain as more Soul Gems are linked. The Magical Girl who created it and who is taking care of it is a defector of the Order of the End and the one who warned me about this day.卌 Sunny: I am fairly, FAIRLY sure than that is indeed vital information, Miss Lilly.卌 Lily: I know, but please don't be angry. I've decided that leaving Blue all alone at the top all this time will only be more dangerous. So they will come to meet her.Sunny seems... nothing. She can't be read.And then she smiles.卌 Sunny: I see. I understand.卌 Lily: I think it's also worth mentioning that linking and de-linking Magical Girls for the relay is psychologically dangerous, not just for the newcomer but for everyone involved. Um, to be honest I'm not sure why. It's what Blue said.Both cheeks in Jimena's face are puffed.ᕙ Jimena: So you expect us to trust you even though you don't trust us at all, huh? That's how it is.卌 Lily: I do.All air is drained from those cheeks. And, well, Leader Lily seems firm enough about that.>>ᕙ (M5 Charisma ღ Roll: 16 = Magnitude 5 Failure)<< (Convince the Tower of Peace Team to join Jimena&Erika's channel on the Magical Relay. )
aaaaaaand we doneaight so gucapilogue before thread sinks, time for feedback and questions and plotholes and stuff, im gonna eat a fuckton of icecream cuz i spent my birthday writing lmaoi still believe that just like with christmas the actual birthday is the moment the clock hits zero and that anything after that is just another day, but desu im actually pretty satisfied. sitting to write is kinda hard sometimes cuz your like 'wait what if i fuck up' and then you go like 'yknow what lets fuck up with /grace/ nigga' so you do>>5646130>>5646163lawl, tnks guise! i wish i had more coin for commisions, but i think thats gonna change rather soon. ok so last time i made the mistake of giving an ETA, no ETA this time, qm got to fucking earn that bread so i can write in peace and not dread that the time spent writing will come bite me in the ass later when i end up turning my cat into a sandwich.aight, was there anything left besides bigguca? also ive seen the archive, whoever wrote all that shit gave me a birthday present, lawled hard at the DEAD in full mayus
>Toys are made up of dead magical girlsOh boy.>Salome is carrying a very real twin-barreled shotgun, a fucking shotgun.She's packing heat! Now I can't help but wonder, if Jimena and Erika had been more hostile or had a nat 1 on a charisma roll, Salmoe would have blasted them. I think Jimena can tank a shot, but I don't know about Erika.>Power: Forced Causality: Knows which elements to tangle with in order to lead events into a certain outcome. For example, she knows that if she kicks a trash can in a certain angle then her mother will find a hundred dollars on the floor of a bakery.Oh, this sounds familiar. I swear if Helen ever finds this girl and learns of her power, she will be recruited by hook or by crook into scamming all of Buenos Aires, both magical and normal.>Situation for the Buenos Aires Quintet worsenedEverybody gets their own crowd of Toys; eventually, it seems.>>5646529>questionsFor a frame of reference, what grades/education levels are all the girls in right now? I'm a bit morbidly curious if Helen would even know how to divide.>besidesThink that is it. Bit sad Helen only got a few moments of screen time, but that's understandable considering where the focus was needed. I am hoping that when the next thread drops and a Helena action is available, some new anons can come along to control her, as that would seem fun.>turning my cat into a sandwichTake all the time you need, QM. Certainly don't want that to come and pass.
>>5646504oh Salami, you are killing me. also, I can't tell if she's calling me a pirate cuz I'm Luffy or poor or v-tuber. definitely a good thing we are seeing her (relatively) good side for now>>5646529I'm cool, the new format is definitely an improvement
>>5646529Take your time, dude. No ETA needed, though if you don't wanna post shit in the /qtg/ or whatever you could always make a quest Twitter to give updates on if you felt like it!Also to whoever archived the damn thread: though a candy bar may fall from one's hand... though it may get sandy, soggy, or covered in ants, that candy bar is STILL EDIBLE!SEAnanigans might be broken, but it's NOT BEATEN, DAMN IT! THE DREAM NEVER DIES!Anyways can't wait to die horribly with y'all next thread
>>5646499>those wishesI don't know what would enrage Erika more, how dumb most of the wishes are, or how liberal Kyubey was when giving them powers "related" to their wishes.>Hyakumantenbara>Wish: ????>Power: ????We are reaching record levels of tomfuckery and there are no signs of slowing down.>>5646500>Salome contracted after Erika, and therefore was exempt from her wishI don't understand this. Erika's wish was for her to know everything that can be known, and it works by filling every atom of her neurons woth details about her surroundings, so forget this speadreader's insolence, QM, but how would making a wish after Erika stop her /omniscience/? The Tower was made after Erika made her wish and she could still learn that it is empty.>>5646503>the president of the glorious MACBAErika is OK with that, maybe Salome isn't so bad after al->Salome: They met on a warm night desuwa! Both were chasing the same dog because they both wanted to stick two loaves of bread to it desuwa! It was a Dachshund desuwaa! They both idea the same idea desuwaa! It was destiny desuwa! And even though the president’s one-and-only believes wholeheartedly to be a pirate and has this tick that makes her punch herself in the face sometimes and that the president is deathly afraid of cats and any sort of feline and flirts with everyone else because she's insecure it worked out desuwaa! It's love desuwaaa! She protects that misguided innocence because it's the light in her life desuwaa! Because even though her one-and-only was poor she would risk everything to steal toilet paper for her president because that’s what her only star loves most in the world desuwaaa! She collects brands of toilet paper desuwaaa! And they stay together despite it all desuwaa! Even though piracy itself is delinquency and was actually very mean at the time desuwaaa! It’s so romantic desuwaaaaaAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!Erika is no longer OK woth Salome, she is calculating how fast she would have to be to cut Salome's drills and then jump out of the window.>>5646520>The Magical Girl who created it and who is taking care of it is a defector of the Order of the EndThe plot thickens, perhaps Erika can help with the bandwidth issue by using her making another relay in her penthouse, should be doable since the waves are still electromagnetic. Plus, Erika surely wouldn't use a Relay to spy on the megacas. Said she before Edwardine Snowshack leaks her documents.>>5646529Good luck on your end, QM. Remember us when you become a milllionaire.
>>5646534>I think Jimena can tank a shot, but I don't know about Erika.well she's got that shield, but ye. a guca won't die from your everyday ghetto gun, maybe not even from a shotgun blast unless it hits their little gem dead center- but boy was it gonna hurt>Oh, this sounds familiar. I swear if Helen ever finds this girl and learns of her power, she will be recruited by hook or by crook into scamming all of Buenos Aires, both magical and normal.she would have to join the westsiders and learn the art of chill and hitting blunts with anyone, but ye>For a frame of reference, what grades/education levels are all the girls in right now? I'm a bit morbidly curious if Helen would even know how to divide.■-■: skipped a year, last year in highschool. even without omniscience shes a walking library of facts. grade 12▲: last year in highschool. bretty smart, but waay too abstract. has a hard time explaining what she knows. grade 12凸: first year in middle school. street smart. hates school with a burning passion, so she learned a fuckton of origami. grade 6ರೃ: one year behind emma&erika. hardly ever not at the top of her class, but it's all memory and it vanishes at the end of the exam. grade 11ᕙ: sleeps in class. lost a year out only drawing african people smiling in every exam. bad memory. genuinely intelligent in the most conventional way. grade 10Ƹ>: smarter than rita. grade 4>Bit sad Helen only got a few moments of screen time, but that's understandable considering where the focus was needed.oh no, i was perfectly willing to have her rolling with the rest- if she hadn't almost outright exploded out of the bat. but oh well, at least she's with Weird Eyes, a mythical meguca that has been common hearsay for a while. maybe that counts for something>Take all the time you need, QM. Certainly don't want that to come and pass.me neither, but let me be a morbidly honest: a part of me does wonder how cats would taste like. ill try to never find out>>5646571>I'm cool, the new format is definitely an improvementyay>>5646572>you could always make a quest Twitter to give updates on if you felt like it!that will just let me attention whore without having to at least post a thread. you'll want me starving until then>Anyways can't wait to die horribly with y'all next threadlook forward to it!
>>5646590>or how liberal Kyubey was when giving them powers "related" to their wishes.like with rita, powers often are more about the way the wish was granted than the wish itself>how would making a wish after Erika stop her /omniscience/? it doesn't stop it. erika's wish didn't include the future, but a retardedly huge amount of patters drawn from reality from which she can predict stuff with deadly accuracy. thing is, if something happened /after/ she contracted and none of the patterns she already knows adjusts to it, then she would have no way to know about it. basically, she 'knows all there is to know' about the moment she made her wishits still broken as fuck. ngl, took me like a week to "nail it down">The Tower was made after Erika made her wish and she could still learn that it is empty.are you sure that it's empty?>Erika is no longer OK woth Salome, she is calculating how fast she would have to be to cut Salome's drills and then jump out of the window.oh god asshole no! not the drills! its like taking off the whiskers of a cat, she'll lose balance and fall over and over and you'll feel bad about it every day>perhaps Erika can help with the bandwidth issue by using her making another relay in her penthouseomniscience will find a way, and im not even gonna try to cover all those angles, like fuck it you do you.>Remember us when you become a milllionaire.considering the inflation in my country that will be much sooner than you think. one dollar is worth like 500 now
>>5646841>if she hadn't almost outright exploded out of the batWell, she got a wish and then successfully made a mythical Meguca cry like a true guca! All in her intro. Though, I'm left wondering how long it will be until she reappears in the story, as that tower Weird Eyes has to reach is on top of a labyrinth with hordes of toys and all manners of magical girls around. Considering Helena's con and dex stat, lol she's literally as strong and sturdy as an 8-year-old is; it might have been a perfect thing she wasn't out there rolling with the rest. Go, Weird Eyes! Carry team Helen on your back! Don't mind that Helen is probably puking her guts out due to now being able to see paths and flying.Next time then, we'll see if Helen's broken wish can be salvaged or explored. Perhaps paths can be stolen or bound if they can be seen. Maybe even the path of time can be seen. Emotions even. Meeting a coordinator is bound to be interesting, especially if touching a soul gem lets them have a look at a Guca's life. So that might be two influential people who pity her, Weird Eyes and the coordinator.I hope the cat, who I dub Hector, Helen was looking for initially, is okay.>common hearsayWhat do the rumors say? Or is that something to be learned later in the story? Also, was it intentional that for the relationships, all the characters in it are referred to by titles such as director, orphans, or Weird Eyes? Do I need to think up monikers to give others? How long ago did Helen's dad blow himself up?>a part of me does wonder how cats would taste likeRun, kitty, run!
Gif is how I imagine Helen's state right now. Lost in the sauce.
>>5646851>'knows all there is to know'if you wanna get picky with wording her wish was "To know all that CAN be known" which I'd say is pretty timeless. Gotta be very specific when you meet the genie of the lamp, kinda why I added "able to" for Jimena's wish