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Previous Thread:
https://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive/2023/5610047/

INTRO (don’t skip this)

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

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

◕ In the previous thread:
-A new, eight years old Magical Girl, Helen Troyes, asked for too much.
-Lucinda Newhorn, dreaded prodigy, hides as Rita Hammerhead, who once tried to adopt a bat she found in a trashcan, is being hunted down by the entirety of a Laberynth.
-Jimena Gimenez and Erika Kruppman drool as a cloud of wood and bolts heads towards the Violet Tower like locust rallied by Jesus.
-And Emma Imeredala finds Amme Imeredala.

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STUFF (you can skip this)

◕ We are keeping the same mechanics from last threads because honestly we hardly even used them.

◕ Random Events aren't coming back. Ever.

◕ Setting a few realistic expectations: I am not a native english speaker, and I'm opening thread because I said I would on impulse. The reality is that I'm still, yes, even as of yet, getting fucked sideways by Unreal Engine 5, specifically sideways and not in any other position. I was faces with two options: to either do nothing and wait two months, or to make do and post less.

◕ And I've picked the later. The format we are going to follow this time is: turns. I post for one guca, /then/ for another, /then/ for another whenever I have the time. I will sadly have to ask my players to lower their expectations this time when it comes to sheer amount of words about actually nice girls going batshit crazy over magical nonsense, but here's the silver lining: this time, we are starting right off the bat. Tomorrow.

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So it begins again, a lot sooner than I expected.

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◕ A few notes on narrative: Players are the consciousness of their character. Me, on the other hand, am the african american magical lamp peddler in charge of the /subconscious/ of the characters. This means that if for some reason you say ‘fuck it’ and decide to go full yuri menhera on an npc your character /will/ have to roll against the fear of being rejected before even walking up to the girl it likes like she’s about to shit itself on the spot. Unless it’s Lucinda.
After some consideration, I've decided that I find pretty endearing when you guys use character voice/first person, so fuck it, just go crazy. That being said, try not to build on top of the assumption that things are going to happen like you think they will: face everything as if poking strange, alien machinery. Red-eyed.
To keep with tradition, I'll use "Punching Jimena in the face" to illustrate my point: don't assume that she won't bend her face sideways to avoid it.

◕ FAQ:
Q: We are going from 5 character gigaposts to one at a time, srsly we'd be lucky enough if we get two updates for character- oh wait, and now there's Helen, nevermind!
A: I wish I wasn't getting straight up doggy-styled by capitalism too, anon. At least we'll be updating more often than the Nichijou manga. Or at least Berserk.

Q: What about less side stories?
A: I can't deal with straight lines, anon. Why do you think I'm still doing this while I'm this close to ending back at my grandmas?

Q: Lately I feel awful because I want to fuck a Pokemon? Why?
A: I never felt the drive myself, but it's not like that gives me any air of moral superiority or any of that shit, I have my kinks too you see. Gamefreaks know what they are doing. They aren't austistic enough to not understand that, by giving Gardevoir femenine traits, they are invoking a whole host of fetishes by association. And you aren't made of steel.

Q: Will there be yuri? Will there be sex scenes involving 16 or so traumatized little girls in skimpy outfits in pastebins?
A: There will most definitively be yuri because latino cultures force teenagers in the exact opposite direction than japanese culture does. To them, pursing the ideals of purity is a sign of mental illness. As for sex or any kind of implication of it, absolutely fucking not, no fucking way. Oh, I'm not a puritan, and I can't deny that some magical girls out there are scizzoring and pretending to enjoy it because they are dumb, young fucktards trying to act too mature and it's already too awkward to turn back and to find a reason to put up with the Niagara Falls of shit with charcoal that is heading their way tomorrow, but the simple reality is that there are many concrete, logical reasons for which it's extremely rare even in South America. I thought it would be healthy to obliterate any expectations of this kind early on. If you are into that, that's ok man, as long as you don't hurt anyone just do your thing. As for me, I just can't see them that way. I'm into maids.

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>>5685151
as much as I hate to do this, I'd really like to emphasize this time the 'lower your expectations' part. desu im just starting this thread because an anon gave me shit in the quest general and it was right, i gave an eta.

anyway: starting tomorrow!

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>>5685158
my expectations are below the ground and digging. good to have you back!

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>>5685158
Awwww shit, here we go again

Welcome back!
I get it, life hasn't left me much time for questing, or videogames, or much of anything these past few weeks. If anything, it's gotten worse with oncoming deadlines. But since said deadline are coming to a head in a couple days, I should be able to pop in relatively often.
And I don't mind the smaller updates, it beats seeing you burning yourself off from /qst/!

>>5685111
Glad to see you back mah 'gucca!
And don't worry about slow updates, RL comes first and no sane anon would say otherwise.

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▲ 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 burden

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

Wish: "Grant me a large and happy family."

Wanna know more? https://pastebin.com/x7hnvRmS

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Emma’s bangs flickered over her wide open, iris-less emerald eyes after the bolt of painful light exploded against the Black Knight flying behind her… in perfect silence. Frozen by the revelation (or perhaps because the temptation of letting someone else take over the burden took over her), she’s hypnotized by the otherworldly shape of that bow, struggling to follow it with those gemstone eyes as it darts and twists and turns around her. The structure is there: it has a bowstring, a grip, a riser, a window, blades at each side… and all of the other stuff that Emma dreads to be spawning from her imagination. All three of the densely packed rows of red and blue fur collar capes on her back keep failing to touch the ground as the raging detonations, which swallow all sound and let Emma feel her own beating heart, continue to deliver shockwaves until her reddish face is buried under her hair. When released, the ‘arrows’ didn’t go forward at once, instead bouncing over and over inside the divine apparatus before it lost control of them; the sequence got burned in her mind.

It goes quiet. She finds herself hesitating to open the curtains; then, guilt and regret take hold of her fingers and rip them away

although there isn’t much to see anymore

except for a lot of wood and the Magical Girl.

Clutching her golden two-handed scepter to her chest, Emma finds herself the graveyard of many fewer chains than just a few seconds ago. Of the six that landed on her, the one on her thigh remains. Following it with her eyes, she’s met with the still-smoking, still-frozen Black Knight that first managed to land a hit on her, still melting against the ground. At least, for the better half of a second; along the seething ice, another silent boom sent it everywhere and nowhere at the same time. Only then Emma fell to her knees.

The Toys, weapons of the Order of the End, had invaded her house to brainwash her.
They had almost succeeded.
She ran away expecting- hoping- to be found by them again, but then was defeated and chained.
The Red Wizard then brought forth her foster sister, the spare Emma, Angel Imeredala, to torment her into submission.
Who then effortlessly obliterated every single one of them because Angel Imeredala is a Magical Girl.

Angel: By the way: nice coats.

Knees shaking on the fresh pavement, Emma looks up. Angel is floating a few feet from the ground, her lost twin’s body lost behind a maze of floating scarves and velvet halos. If she had to compare the shape of the clothes clouded by the rings to any other attire, it would be to a long-sleeved kimono. Host, like a window, to an orange sunset over the clouds somewhere.

Yet that big-ass grin ruins the charming moment.

Angel: Like, for real? “How’s your day?” Is that what you ask people when you are about to be dismembered? Is that “the proper manners”? Do I have to remember that for then they try to butcher me too?

Emma tries to answer. No words come out.

Angel: I’d be screaming so hard even those things would end up deaf, and they don't even have ears, they are just wood the fuckers. Like, I’m about to die. You think I’m going to die politely? Scream, girl, scream at me!

▲ Emma: I didn’t… I just wanted you to…

Angel waits for Emma to finish her answer, but it doesn’t happen.

Angel: Why didn’t you use your power again to stop them? Is it one of those that you can't use often?

My power... My power?! And then Emma really feels like talking.

▲ Emma: Y-you are… a Magical Girl! You are a Magical Girl too! Like me!!!

Angel: I’m not.

▲ Emma: …Huh?!

Angel: I’m not a Magical Girl.

...Angel seems dead serious. Frightened at the implications of realizing she knows so little about her context, Emma, again, fails to draw breath.

Angel: Just kidding.

And again, the Magical Girl on the ground finds her lungs empty as Angel laughs like a hyena on fire, an obviously forced, out-of-place laughter.

Angel: I don’t know the details, but you better make friends with your powers and quickly. Like, right now. You are going to need them.

The questions get stuck in Emma’s throat like the Titanic on a highway during the morning commute. And again, it’s anger, the secret anger burning within, sealed in a birthday present box for years, that gives her the strength she needs to at least say what she wants the most.

▲ Emma: I just… didn’t want to put you in harm’s way, Angel. I didn’t want you to know.

Angel: Then what?

▲ Emma: Then what?

Angel: What would I do without you?

…Emma can do nothing but watch the floor. Those words came out without a hint of feeling- as if they were entirely practical. Like a fact.

And then she whistles.

Angel: Nice legs, by the way.

▲ Emma: WHA-

Emma wraps herself in the coats like a burrito.

▲ Emma: That’s not my fault, you know...

Drenched in sweat and shaking, relief washes over Emma like a stainless steel sponge.

▲ Emma: And besides it's... it’s the same legs! Hahahaha!

When Angel transformed a few seconds earlier, Emma also did on impulse. What was that impulse? To defend herself from Angel? To protect her from the Toys? To let her sister know that they are, yet again, on the same boat? Untransformed, her arm wrapped around Angel’s, Emma staggers her way out of the hidden parking lot through the tunnel. Again, her head is a whirlwind of hope and paranoia.

Angel: Also you’ve got like ten swords on you. And a spear. And a shield. Next time just stab the fuckers.

▲ Emma: Oh, the swords are made of chocolate. I can make fire that freezes and ice that burns.

Angel: Cool. Well never mind then, stab me.

In the darkness of the tunnel, Emma stops.

▲ Emma: I have too many questions. I feel like I’m standing in thin air.

Angel: Oh I know how that feels.

▲ Emma: Not literally… When? When did this happen? Why didn’t you tell me?

Angel looks at both ends of the tunnel, the dim light coming within not enough to help her make out Emma’s expression.

Angel: At first, I was just expecting you to notice because I thought the shock would be funny. Then, I didn’t want to tell you.

Emma doesn’t feel the need to ask why. Even in this darkness.

Angel: I’ve been watching over you for like, six months? Something like that already. Look, we can talk about this later, shit is going down now. Heavy.

▲ Emma: You’ve been watching over me?

Angel just tilts her head like in an anime, but in actual, genuine confusion.

Angel: Emma, you are the only person who is ever nice to me and doesn’t want to fuck me. Of course I’m watching over you.

▲ Emma: ..Maybe that’s because you are mean to everyone else?

Angel: Coward. You had the perfect setup.

▲ Emma: F-For what?

Angel: We look exactly the same.

That little grin.

▲ Emma: So?!

Yet Emma is holding back laughter.

Angel: Coward. We have to go.

Emma takes a few seconds to pull herself together. The whirlwind of emotions today is taking its toll early.

▲ Emma: Where do we have to go? What's going on?

Angel: Those things are targeting all of the Magical Girls in Buenos Aires, and their numbers are snowballing. There's nowhere to run here.

Angel puts a finger on Emma's lips.

Angel: You have like a million questions, I know, let's just get out of here first.

Emma bites that finger, not gently enough, drawing a bit of a shrill, uncharacteristic whimper. Angel just looks at the finger, then at the smirking, yet blushing, and tired, Emma.

Angel: So it /did/ hurt when I called you a coward.

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Angel: I asked to become a god, so my power is /omnipresence/. We can go anywhere. It doesn't really matter as long as we aren't here.

▲ Emma: A god. A… god?

Emma's eyes dart open.

▲ Emma: A god...!!

Angel: Kyubey warned me against it, but I thought that if I was a god I would be able to fix whatever mess I’d cause by becoming one. It looked a lot better in my head. I’m not smart.

Angel shifts her feet around sheepishly.

Angel: What happened was that I end up in a white room for… I don’t know how long, at some point I lost track. And the only thing in that room, in that world… was a rack with a barbell.

Emma is completely lost for words.

Angel: I lifted so much and for so long that I forgot why I was angry in the first place. Or maybe I came to terms with it after I finally managed to deadlift 1,105lbs. I dunno. I had a lot of time to think. And I’ve thought about you a lot. Let’s go.

“Where?” is the only word that manages to slip through the highway, squished and deformed.

Angel: Wherever you want to go. We have to leave now. At least for a while. Anywhere in the world.

Anywhere?

>?

A character named Angel wishing to be a god. Neat. Now to see where Emma will want to go, perhaps some R&R until things blow over or even into the heart of danger, the violet tower.

>>5685189
keep em there for now, but if i can manage a post a day i think that miight just do the trick

>>5685214
half a year already, what the fuck

>>5685248
you get it then, im also this close to freedom. as for burning off, ive decided that id rather run with what little resources i have than just vanish into the wind. you guys may end up dissapointed or tired of this quest but, as i said before, it wont die for a lack of trying

>>5685270
>mah 'gucca
lawled. welcome back niggucas. we only missing lucinda.

>>5685913
>instantly teleports to a therapist

by the way, this is what i meant by 'turns'. im just gonna post a guca a day, theres no rush to actually answer the posts. we chill here.
also bit of a warning, ive gotten too fond of bigguca so you will be seeing her often. even if you don't want to. especially if you dont want to.

>>5685924
>ive gotten too fond of bigguca so you will be seeing her often.
You know QM, /omniscience/ should be able to detect karmic weight and has detected it since Erika knows about it, so her becoming aware of the Law of Cycles, or rather it's absence, at one point or another shouldn't be too much of a stretch, wouldn't you agree? You would also get to insert Megukami more, just saying. *Dangles faustian bargain in your face.*

>Captcha: STDS4
Well, we know what season 4 of PMBA will be about.

>>5685905
/omnipresence/ and /omniscience/, we got the whole set! Well, not yet "we".
>>5685924
>half a year already, what the fuck
almost caught up to the timeskip! emma's groupies are probably pushing up daisies now huh
>you guys may end up dissapointed or tired of this quest
man, my dissapointment is long spent, worry not
>also bit of a warning, ive gotten too fond of bigguca so you will be seeing her often. even if you don't want to. especially if you dont want to.
that's cool, your writing is the best thing that's happened to her in my eyes. ok i kidd, madoka has her moments

>>5685905
Holy shit Emma lived. And with so little in the way of added trauma and emotional damage. Now that's unexpected!
Well, I'll read it again more thoroughly when I have time later today.

>>5685954
Just wanted to ask what groupies? It's been a while, and I'm not sure if there's another meaning to the word I'm not getting.

WE BACK.

Lets
Fucking
Goooooooooooooooooooooooooo

>>5685944
>detect karmic weight
I've also been a bit curious about that with Helen since Jimena said something along the lines of a worse /omniscience/, if she can identify karmic weight and who has the prospect of being a magical girl, alongside being able to see Madoka because she is still so young. Unless I am misremembering how Madoka's younger brother could still remember her for a time.

>>5686155
her lil wee bro still remembers because bigguca was lazy and thought he was too dumb already. little did she suspect, her brother always thought her hair was made of gum

>>5685944
erika already is aware of the karmic weight of the gucas around her, which is a good way to gauge just how bananas their powers can get (which still doesn't mean they would be using them efficiently). the law of cycles has never been in this world, and absense is the only thing that can be interpreted in infinite ways
thaaaaaaaat being said, if there's someone who /can/ become aware of it or of any given intervention, provided she's looking for it, it would definitively be her

so yup

>Well, we know what season 4 of PMBA will be about.
so basically everyone joins the northguca faction. those are the most likely to say 'dick' with a smile

>>5685954
>>5685962
>Just wanted to ask what groupies?

the two that are ten feet underground

>>5686037
fuck yeah, time to format posts until 4 am!

>>5686166
>provided she's looking for it.
QM, Helena is already here, do not tempt me to bring Madokami into this world. Being a cultist trying to summon a world-altering god sounds as awesome as trying to uplift humanity to QBeyblade level and die in the process.

no post today. meaning, doble post tomorrow.

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

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

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

Core Belief: Duty will make her happy.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Core belief: Caring less will make her happy.

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

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

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

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

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

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

■-■ 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 sees a cloud.

&&

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.
-Inside the Violet Tower, Jimena suddenly starts running.

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

The single finger Salome rises towards the end-all cloud of Toys, clad in tiny, fancy gothic armor, ends in a sharp claw that points straight at the Magical Girl among them. A ghost. Her white hair curls so much that the whole thing looks like a high-class mustache resting on her head. She's bearing no less than the peace of the dead in those white eyes as she dashes along the soaring horde regardless, bouncing from roof to roof with no hesitation, closing in. Just like her, every single Magical Girl near the Violet Tower forgoes any measure of modesty and caution to relocate their asses to the insides of the Tower in the least heroic fashion imaginable

except for Petra Gurin. Who stays.

◄ Petra: Reimu! Reimu! Reimu isn’t going to make it.

Only Erika and the Faction Leader of the West, Salome, notice her lonely stand. Unaware that Reimu is in peace, or perhaps in denial, Petra heads in the /opposite/ direction

◄ Petra: Reimu! Hurry! Come on!

as if a thousand million Toys weren't out for her head.

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Much like her, Jimena bulldozes her way outside through the incoming west-siders like a rugby player buried in debts, all of which call her names her Dad didn't give her.

■-■ Erika: The fuck are you doing out here?!

ᕙ Jimena: Salome! Can that lesbian make it on her own?!

Salome & Erika: No! (desuwa).

Salome and Erika share a look.

◄ Salome: Petra motivates people desuwa!

Like an instant cowboy lasso, just add water, Jimena wraps her right arm around Salome two times over before the Faction Leader even notices.

◄ Salome: Ara ara is that your kink desuwa?

ᕙ Jimena: God shut the fuck up! I can bounce you back! GO GET HER!!

Hesitating half a nanosecond, Salome launches herself towards the lone Petra standing in front of the wood tsunami that swallowed her friend, as Erika notices the spider-like Toys stabbing the floor like machine guns, getting more detailed by the frame.

◄ Petra: Reimu! REI-!

Erika then winces at the raw brutality of the karate chop that rag-dolled cute little Petra straight against the pavement, as Jimena can’t help but whistle. The president of the MGC-BA sincerely wonders if the little penguin look-alike looks alive, as Salome takes hold of the girl. Even reality can’t be that harsh. The two girls of the West stand alone on a concrete beach, prey to the encroaching darkness, yet Salome stands firmly as Jimena uses her arms to slingshot herself towards the exaggeratedly pretty door

■-■ Erika: SWEET F

and drags every single one of Salome’s drills with her. The door swallows them both like a frog catching a fly with its tongue. Thankful for not being on the other side of that entrance right now, giving the tide one last glance, Erika follows suit into the Violet Tower.

“WILL HER ATTITUDE FIT THROUGH THE DOOR?”

“HELLO MOUNT EVEREST”

Yet not before the ghosts on the walls fuck with her one last time.

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Of very course, the other side of the door looks like the aftermath of a bowling match if they had the cannon of a pirate ship for a player, with west-siders for pins. A clear, perfect ‘strike’, beautiful to the trained eye. Far from the rest, yet at least having made it in, are Petra, Salome, and Jimena piled up on top of each other, looking worse for wear as an arm reaches out from under the rubble that is them. And with a few kicks here and there, lo and behold, emerges Cordoba’s all-rugged suit that looks like the province of Cordoba, from under the Magical Girl wreckage. A little angry, because she’s little. The creator of the Violet Tower can do little but shake.

And then her eyes water. And then she’s crying. Loudly.

卌 Lily: I, UM…! Miss Carlos?! Lady Salome?! Eh-! What!

The Leader of the Tower of Peace Team can’t settle on where to look, on what to do, or on what to think. And it’s easy to see why. Instead, Sunday Morning, who to Jimena looks like the Statue of Liberty, rushes towards the little girl.

卌 Sunny: Shh, shh, it’s alright, it’s alright- we can’t be throwing a fuzz right now, sweetheart.

As she hugs and cradles Cordoba from behind, the cries go down a few decibels but yet linger on. From what Erika pieces together from that quarter of a second of flight, that little girl got cannon-balled right as she went to greet the incoming west-siders. Dizzy, Jimena stands up, her natural rubble composition all but history the second she went through that door. That and the lack of sleep.

◄ Salome: …my high-class ass desuwaaaa…

And finally, Jimena looks around, and Erika looks around. Three corners of the spacious room are buried under a different faction each, the center lonely like the stage during a concert, only Lily’s team, Jimena, and Salome between the crowds. Gawr Gura, Mori Calliope, Takanashi Kiara, Amelia Watson… Jimena lets out a silent, careful fart out of newfound nervousness. Ironmouse, Zentreya, Froot, Veibae, Silvervale… Erika opens her eyes wide, perfectly aware of the likelihood of what she’s witnessing. Salome, Nina Kosaka, Enna Alouette, Millie Parfait, Petra Gurin- and many more Magical Girls. This gathering, both girls think at the same time, is a one-time thing, and something hardly anyone in the history of humanity, besides those present, ever had the chance to witness. Finding a single Magical Girl in the wild is a yearly occurrence- and there are at least fifty here. Some are in their pajamas. Most are realizing they aren’t in their magical forms anymore.

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Strange twinkling sounds get everyone away from the walls, Northsiders, Westsiders, and Eastsiders joining together, closer to the stage by the second as bludgeoning sounds and coarse screams threaten the edges of the Tower. Eyes dart frantically from sound to sound, steps are drawn to the center like gravity. But their enmity draws a line. Even as it feels like the tower is going down, the three factions remain away from each other.

Boom.

Finally fully aware that they lack their powers, most of the teenagers do nothing but scream at the booming sounds. The walls, now far, hold steady like water dams but threaten to fall flat like domino pieces. With but a glimpse, Erika becomes aware of its own blue Soul Gem, which she wears like a ring- and of the tiny black dot that wanders in it like a bubble.

卌 Lily: EVERYTHING IS ALRIGHT.

The sudden scream startled her and may even have drawn out a few more bubbles in their gems, but it did get everyone to turn towards Lily Evans Haze.

卌 Lily: THERE IS A PLAN- and there are no more factions anymore! We are all friends now! We stand together!

And how firmly she says it. Like a zealot. Fear alone can kill a Magical Girl, and just showing that she took that into account helps the boring-looking girl’s case. It doesn’t help with the rising whispering, though.

◄ Nina Kosaka: More bullshit, Faction Leader?

◄ Salome: TRULY TRUE DESUWA!

And that loudly.

► Takanashi Kiara: WOW FOR REAL? FOR REAL REALSIES???!!

► Gawr Gura: It's true!!

► Kiara: OMG GIRL! More friends for WAWA?!

► Gura: Yeah.

She has to lift her Faction Leader because Gura is small.

▲ Ironmouse: NO BULLYING OR I’LL GRIND YOUR FUCKING ASSES MYSELF. WITH LOVE! I WILL THOUGH!

▲ Froot: Oh… so it’s true!

▲ Zentreya: Mind those hopes.

Zentreya's voice is robotic and doesn't come out of her mouth.

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卌 Lily: Everyone, look! Please! Just look over there!

Following her lone finger in utter silence, fifty or so Magical Girls, perhaps almost every Magical Girl in Buenos Aires that is not in the Order of the End, are met with a Black Knight. But this one is very steady, laying on the floor.

卌 Lily: They won’t make it through, but even if they do magic doesn’t work here. That is what would happen. Everyone, there is no reason to pan-

The single most powerful BOOOM yet begs to differ, however, and many more Magical girls choose to believe its speech over Lily’s as proved by the screaming, hugging, crying, hand-holding, and panic attacks. It’s just that convincing. Before anyone noticed, Salome was already out and delivering karate chops one by one regardless of the factions, sending screaming Magical Girls to sleep and dream of better things. It’s all happening so fast that most can’t either take it or stop themselves from choking on grim thoughts. Like Nanashi Mumei, who falls limply over Mori Calliope.

► Mori Calliope: WHAT ARE YO-

► Gura: Just let her, Calli. I can read her mind.

► Calliope: …let her?! The Leader of the West just-

▲ Ironmouse: That looks so fun.

► Calliope: The Leader of the North?!

卌 Lily: EVERYONE, LOOK AT ME! FOCUS ON ME!

Not everyone does, but the ones that do get hyper-fixated on the very normal girl as if Lily was a lifeboat on the Titanic, perhaps to forget about the imaginary wrecking ball bouncing against the Violet Tower over and over.

卌 Lily: We are going to turn off ALL of the Toys outside just like we did with that one! Destroy as many as you can, but focus on dragging back anyone you see outside! They won’t resist! But get back! PLEASE get back! DO NOT STAY OUTSIDE, GET BACK!

Someone whispered too loudly “I think I shat myself”.

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卌 Super: girl like im like frfr this time like omg this just like aint pretty it aint pretty GIRL AAAAAAAAAAA

Super’s rainbow hair bounces like there’s an earthquake going on, which doesn’t help anyone at all in anyway conceivable.

卌 Lily: Sunny? Sunny?

Lily is already out of breath, her voice raspy and coarse.

卌 Cordoba: Isn’t it about time already?!

The contour of Cordoba's eyes are still wet and red, yet the little girl herself is already standing firm, no longer shaking like a twig.

卌 Sunny: No. Not yet. We need to do as much damage as we can. Every bit will matter.

Haruka Karibou is about to faint when her head collides with Royal’s knight helmet and she’s instantly jolted awake and cursing.

卌 Royal: Judging by the current state of affairs, I, personally, in my opinion-

◄ Salome: De-su-WA!

► Ceres Fauna: AH!!...

卌 Royal: -don’t think we can linger for longer.

卌 Sunny: Not yet. Hold. I have to hold.

卌 Royal: Sunny, the despair-

卌 Sunny: Hold, yes I have to hold-

The three factions are already on the center stage like penguins sharing heat. Like drums, the walls call out to the magic-less girls, their song with no rhythm yet choking full of dark meaning. Yet they hold steadily onto each other, treasuring every moment together, savoring every breath, because, as usual-

卌 Lily: Sunny?! I can’t talk.

-it could be the last.

卌 Sunny: NOW!

From the walls, shadows are sucked into Sunny’s like dark bolts of lightning waltzing through the floor. Cracks and rifts spawn all over the place, the hammering deafening even the yelling, slight tremors whisper under the shoes, the echoes threatening mortal force.

卌 Sunny: LILY! NOW!

Lily’s hair… starts standing. She gasps, loudly. And then- just like that- there’s silence. As if the record outside shattered into a million pieces.

For a brief moment, the void is filled to the brim with the unique sound of wood raining. And that boring-looking hair goes down.

卌 Lily: NOOOOOOOOOOoooooowwwauchhhhh!!!

And forty or so Magical Girls, spearheaded by their Faction Leaders (except for Gura because she’s small), rush towards the walls they came from as if charging towards the Englishmen in the name of freedom.

Outside again, Erika and Jimena both find themselves among the west-siders once more; in the heat of the moment, they just joined the raid. The wall of Toys piling on top of each other is /definitively/ threatening, both tall and wide, finally giving everyone a clear measure of the threat they were under. The fear is short-lived; bolts upon bolts of colored beams, lightning spears, and spinning blades of light crash and tear through the wood like it was fabric, the Magical Girls of the West at work against the literal tons of defenseless Toys, burning through them like starving termites on fire. Not only them: the shadows on the floor, the same from before, harden into gigantic black scythes and fall on the toys like tides of darkness. While Millie Parfait swings a comically gigantic hammer, and while Enna Alouette slices through everything with sharp steel wings, Salome herself seems content with just karate-chopping Black Knights one by one, those touched by her hand exploding in spectacular fashion as their splinters are scattered to the winds. Nina Kosaka’s weapon ends up behind a bamboo hat, which comes back like a boomerang leaving clean, line-like holes in everything they touch. And as Jimena punches Toys like a gatling gun, as Elira’s Pendora dragon flies high and then slams itself down over and over, Erika quietly stares from the sidelines, her book-shield peacefully weighing on her arm. Whatever. It doesn’t even look that fun. Fuck you.

A moment of clarity then hits the president. Erika notices, and by extent Jimena as well; there’s finally a meaningful choice they can make. As it stands, none of the factions seem to have much in the way of a choice, but given how fiercely Lily Evans Haze requested that they come back after the counter-attack this may be the last chance they have of leaving the Tower in who knows how long. Because, any moment now, as Erika notices with a glance, whatever Toys remain are going to wake up

and they aren’t few by any means.

Then a pang of guilt hits Jimena in the chest as she's hitting defenseless Toys without any shred of mercy: even if her vTuber career is saved, there's no telling what will happen to Fernando if she doesn't attend that interview. He doesn't have a sugar mommy. Even though this is already a matter of life or death, the simple reality is that she couldn't help caring.

She looks at Erika. Erika looks at her.

Both know.

>?

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>>5687562
>The choice, as much as it pains you, is clear. Bros... before hoes. (Tell'em I went for milk. Don't die.)
>ACTION: Go home.

also sweet fuck it took you like four tries to get it right and you still put east instead of west lol

>>5687562
>Use /omniscience/ to learn everybody's wish, powet and address.
>The toys are mere relays for the OotE, they even use electromagnetuc waves to communicate, logic dictates that they could be used in reverse. Grab a toy, break it's arms and use the SETR method to find it's source before trying to use it as the phone it is.
>>5687565
>("Stay, help and I will buy your company for 20% more than market share.")

>>5687570

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it's "West". this all happens in the west side of the tower, not the east side. i deleted so many times that at some point it just wasnt letting me make any changes

>>5687576
youve already scanned the niggucas there with omniscience. only the westsiders rushed to the west. nothing stops you from just going somewhere else

>>5687787
Ok then. My idea of traking the inquisitor using the waves from the toys, then using the toys themselves to communicate with them is still viable, right? I can argue for it if needed.

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>>5687793
no need for arguing, also no need for rolling int either (in this case). its doable!

...that being said, keep in mind that, when there are two people on each side of the phone, you have to

talk

>>5686207
>bigguca cult
keep feeding me ideas. im almost sure this won't come to bite you in the ass later on

>>5687576
what's the plan, are you just gonna ask them nicely to let us be cuz I don't think they'll want your money. Now, if you are gonna go after them then that's suicidal so I'm more compelled to help you.

>>5687851
I'm going to offer them a deal, the ability to locate Kyubey in exchange for a ceasefire and the establishment of diplomatic relations between the Order of the End and the MGC-BA all with the intent of molding them into the perfect fighting force against ayylmaos.

>>5687860
now that's delusional, and they can just get the info out of you with Peace Magic™

>>5687864
That's assuming their toys get their hands on Erika before she could tell the other magical girls the where the inquisitor responsible is located. Don't think I won't imply I could dox them before the talks really begin, I didn't want to add it to the post since I didn't know if I had to first roll for it, but my strategy is
>moshi moshi -> this is your IP address -> I can show you the rat if you stop acting retarded -> want to kill the rat together?

>>5687865
just having their domicile isn't that threatening if no one can get to it before a morbillion toys wake up and catch them. But if we were to, say, have someone who could take us to them at the drop of a hat...

>>5687878
I like the way you think.

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>>5687878
>>5687883
Ya love to see it happen, folks

>>5687896
well I need Emma to actually help us otherwise its useless much like in the gollum game

>>5687908
The Gollum game WILL win GOTY, screencap this.

another doble post tomorrow cuz shit happened. that being said, looks like im gonna pick up the pace after this

>>5687934
i need a 3 hour movie about its development process

>>5688195
No sweat, man, just happy you're still around!

>>5688195
>>5687934
You just KNOW a meguca wished it into existence. It's canon

>>5688216
>You just KNOW a meguca wished it into existence. It's canon
but

why

>>5688228
Because 'guca.

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凸 Rita Hammerhead 凸
Age: 13
Personality 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
---School

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

Wish: "I want my own aquatic park!"

Wanna know more? https://pastebin.com/TFY7q4QK

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ರೃ Lucinda Newhorn ರೃ
Age: 16
Personality 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 People

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

Wish: "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.
-Wet and invisible, Lucinda says goodbye.

&&

凸 Rita Hammerhead 凸
-A fun-hearted Magical Girl.
-Her Magical Weapon is a long rapier.
-She wished to own a water park.
-Covered in milkshake, Rita is about to become more of it.

ರೃ:
>ACTION: Abandon Rita to the hoard of familiars while invisible, army crawl towards the rope and monkey bar across it to the other size.

凸:
>ACTION: Climb across the rope too. If any nets are chucked at her or Lucinda then we can use TARGET REDIRECTION to have them miss! If Rita and Luce get across, cut the rope behind them to slow down the familiars.


-----------¢±µA≈Ø∩ΓßAαδΦΘдФ｡︵༼༽Aω-—-------

Meaning is considered a matter of perspective, of opinion. Often blind to it, Lucinda is still flooded with the certainty that the floating, magical sign on top of Rita can only mean that the small magical hunter is about to become prey- as made evident by the hordes of silhouette-like Familiars carrying bug nets shaped like eyes. Under the heavy weight of the six-eyed stare coming from above, from the titanic face so big that it might as well be the sky, and of the massive coffin-like weapon on her back, the fake rich blonde, invisible, soaked wet with ‘milkshake’, crawls across the floor towards the unguarded rope

as Rita, Magical Walking Fortress, draws a wall with the tip of her rapier through rows upon rows of familiars taking leaps of faith towards hers. No stab sticks for long, no slash is too wide- the other Rita cares for the economy of her movement as if the Familiars she cuts down would appreciate its efficiency. Yet as broken nets rain, as milkshake splatters across the ground, the walking wall finds herself taking steps back as fast as Lucinda slithers like a snake, giving up distance only as a last resort.

But the blonde gets to the rope first. Lady Lu’s power can make her hard to see, but it makes it harder for her to see just as much. Clutching the rope so tightly that her fingernails get buried in it, Lucinda drops her body over the abyss, then moves hand after hand like an angry monkey, away from the ledge by the second. Far ahead behind another human, a teenage boy walking on the rope with a long candy cane for a pole, the glass-dome circus rests under a thousand globes- and, even blurry, it seems lifetimes away. Lucinda can’t help but look at the mountain as she climbs, but that doesn’t hinder her in the least. Her only choice is to put a hand in front of the other, and that makes it all too easy.

If only.

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The shadow makes her look up, and right above her is Rita’s fully-sized armored skirt- and she’s looking right under it. There is the butt, of course, under thick leather pants with even more armor by the knees- but that split second is stolen by what’s around it. Akin to the drawings on a pyramid, the insides of Rita’s skirt depict pictures of battles, huge swords, of odd demons and warriors, of demon-warriors with white hair and arms with tattoos. Yet the story is cut short; Rita lands in front of her right on the rope, so hard that the recoil sends Lucinda upwards, who isn't sent to the skies by the blessings of a single hand. The teenager in front of Rita loses its balance but regains it when the knight lets it rest under her candy pole, risking her own.

Now clutching onto the rope with her whole body, cursing the day her parents were forced into an arranged marriage, the pretty blonde regains her balance and drops her body under her again, not daring to look down. Ahead, Rita is walking on the rope, dragging it down, her center of gravity made very stable by all that steel.

ರೃ Lucinda: (May I ask what the HELL is wrong with you?)

凸 Rita: (W-what?! Where are you?! Lucinda! Where are you?!)

Lucinda is about to answer when she finds her hands stepped on, and she’s about to curse when she finds them stepped on again. Terrified, she twists her neck around. The hordes of Familiars, frame by frame, are now making for the rope, one after the other, some not even carrying candy canes- as the guards still devour the ones that don’t carry a proper card. Gritting those very white teeth as her fingernails break one by one, drowning painful screams with anger, the next monster to step on her is caught in a net and sent spiraling down- and the one behind it too.

凸 Rita: (TARGET REDIRECTION! TARGET REDIRECTION! TARGET REDIRECTION!)

From the land, the Familiars continue to fling bug nets at Rita, and these stretch when the Familiars blow on them with the human mouth that the eye inside them has for an iris. One after the other, the Familiars continue to catch their own with them, some going as far as to take the bounty away as if they would have caught her. Then the rhythm gets intense. Rita starts parrying the bug nets with her candy pole as she continues to redirect their attacks towards them, but when a lucky strike sees her facing five at the same time

ರೃ Lucinda: (..!)

Rita falls too.

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Lucinda looks down: the white faces in the abyss, wearing darkness like a blanket, have the mouth between their eyes wide open, and there is another eye inside of each

but Rita is nowhere to be seen. Nowhere but right in front of her, holding the candy pole over the rope like the wheel of a pulley, all of that heavy armor at the mercy of the wind. Choking on her breath, Lucinda, defenseless as her hands bleed on her face, twists her neck around yet again.

The Familiars have retreated.

Rita looks up; that titanic face that is the sky is fixated on her, all of its eyes that make up its face. Under the eyes, the steel-clad gloves on her hands are hanging steadily onto the sides of the candy pole, the strength of her grasp the only thing between her and the quiet, cold air below. She cannot move. Given the weight of every marvelous piece of the armor that is her prison put together, even attempting to grab the rope with a hand seems too dangerous. Rita doesn’t wonder if this is it, or what would come next; she had decided to never think about death, long ago. What does plague her mind is the nature of the strange contraption that the Familiars are killing each other to unleash onto the rope.

Unlike the other Familiars, this entity looks too real, more real than real. It wears two Ferris wheels on its back that spin quietly as it moves, like broken propellers on a chopper, the body sliding over the rope looking like the entrance to a theme park smashed together into a ball- yet it resembles a beetle, somehow. What seems like traffic lights only show smiles too real, the railway crossing barrier it has for arms hunched back like blades on a praying mantis. Maybe, like with death, she won’t be able to stop it; perhaps it’s better not to think about it.

When the crossing barrier breaks the air above Rita, a fierce whisper crashes onto it like a meteor

making the impossible structure stagger on the tiny rope.

Maybe, for a second, the real Rita took control. Maybe the other Rita can feel fear too because those eyes were closed. When she opens them, the yellow and the blue, she still sees only the absurdity ahead, still trying to regain balance. But the left sides of her sight are clouded by nothing else but Lucinda’s pale thighs, the blonde now sitting on the pauldrons of the armor, brandishing that stupidly bulky weapon with her free arms as she wraps one of her legs around Rita’s neck.

But the thing becomes steady and unleashes a crossing barrier again on a sideways slash

which is brutally deflected again as a blade spawns from Lucinda’s machinery at just the perfect moment, making it shake again. Arms sweating under that armor, both brow and mouth closed shut under the pressure, the thrusters on Rita’s armor are light ablaze in sacred light if only to help her ease the burden. Under the weight of the monster, the rope itself has become tight and sharp enough to slice through fingers. Yet it doesn’t break.

Rita glances around. The human teenager is still there, alone in its head, balancing itself towards the red and white glass dome circus, the balloons on it a beacon to happier times in any other context.

凸 Rita: (I- Is this the Witch?! Already?!)

ರೃ Lucinda: (No.)

Lucinda is gasping. The image of that lady calmly falling into the void got stuck in her mind-eye like a mosquito on a windshield.

ರೃ Lucinda: (It’s just another predator we have to devour.)

>?

Seems the Rita profile lacks the new magical power reveal

>>5688963
fuck it, her magical power is called 'Unknown' from now on

>>5688967
Shit yes, has some MYSTERY to it! I like!
>>5688960
Question: is this thing behind us on the rope or in front of us? Just wanted to be sure since I'm several beers deep and probably won't think up a strat until tomorrow...

>>5688972
you are looking at it while hanging from a pole made of candy, so it can only be in front of you.

>>5688977
I think Rita's asking if its coming the way they came from or the way they are going. And I'm guessing the answer is the way they came from

Time to formulate a strat to kill this thing!
hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm

>>5688972
Ey yo Rita, how about this:
You fend off the creature for a minute while I switch my weapon to its most powerful configuration (Crossbow mode) and charge up a super powerful bolt of energy to shoot at this thing, and while I'm doing that, I grab you at the last second and use the momentum from the blast from my crossbow to throw us to the other side of the rope?
That way we can cover a great amount of distance and we can maybe kill the thing.
Sound good or do you already have an idea?

>>5688977
>>5688991
Jimena wins again, yep! I just wanted to know if this thing is blocking our path to where the witch is. Do we have to fight past it, or is it CHASING us?

>>5689154
I like it! Possible additions:
Apparently this armor has THRUSTERS and we're currently hanging from the pole across the rope. Do we wanna ROCKET towards the Witch's Lair while you reconfigure? That'll keep some distance! It'll be like a ROCKET-PROPELLED ZIPLINE!

>>5688991
>And I'm guessing the answer is the way they came from
yup! there's still no mention of what happens on the other side. since it was the Familiars who put the clusterfuck there, it can only be coming from where they came from.

so the thing is pretty much:

Start-------Thing------Ritalinda---Guy-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------Circus

rita is using the candy pole like a zipline and lucinda is holding onto rita with legs only like a parasyte. another relevant factor to take into consideration in this situation is that emma is having an internal meltdown because she feels relieved that angel is meguca too and hates herself for it

let the bullshit flow

>>5689195
Hell yes, thanks for making a diagram, babe

Okay, if this idea works with Lucie then it works for me!

>ACTION: Use ARMOR THRUSTERS to ZIPLINE along the ROPE towards the CIRCUS
>DEFEND against THING'S attacks if they get close
>RIDE LUCIE'S CROSSBOW BLAST over to THE CIRCUS!

>>5689195
>>5688960
>ACTION: Switch to crossbow mode and power up a shot to shoot the creature with and propel Lucinda and Rita along the rope!
>Hold on for dear life while Rita ROCKETS across the THE FUCKING ROPE LIKE A MOTHERFUCKEN ZIPLINE.

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Time to go warp speed, hope we don't accidentally kill the guy in front of us A-Train style going this fast.

>>5689212
https://youtu.be/mb-Cnwi9BqA
inb4 the teen's girlfriend or something swears vengeance against us and joins a crack team of normies devoted to killing off Megucas

>>5689196
>>5689211
>>5689251

so you guys ignoring this guy? also post maybe yes maybe not today, but we'll go with one every two days at the bare minimum till i get that job

>>5689283
Good question. I suppose we can SCOOP HIM UP and take him to safety(?) with us!

>>5689299
>I suppose we can SCOOP HIM UP
Well, we could TRY to I suppose, I just hope that at the speed we're going at, we don't just rip off his head or arm; depending of course where we grab him.

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

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

Core belief: Controlling others will make her happy.

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

Magical Power: Unknown.

Magical Weapon: Unknown.

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

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

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

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

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

Ƹ> Helena Troyes <Ʒ
-A broken-hearted Magical Girl incapable of containing her power.
-Her Magical Weapon is unknown.
-She wished to be able to see the possible paths of things and to will which path is taken.
-Broken, Helen floats.

-------------------??????----------------

It’s like a dream. In a dream, you are convinced that everything is real, beyond your old worries and concerns, living in the moment and nothing else.

Helen has been dreaming for years.

Ever since the blast, taking things at face value became second nature. The wind that caresses her forehead is her mother, and the red hair hanging at its mercy is a dragon taking flight. Flying, she giggles, logic less than tedious homework. The arms wrapped around her can take care of the rest, for once.

Yet she’s not sleeping.

She’s bouncing around inside a dark cloud, flinching at the transient sound of cleanly chopped wood, going up and down, right and left, but always forward. One time, when the train went through a tunnel, all that could be felt was the clickity-clack of wheels and pistons. Helen is on a train, of this she is very sure. Even out of the tunnel, she sees no way off.

The woman carrying her is walking, and it’s the prettiest woman in the whole wide world. Helen is not sleeping, but she won’t tell. The kids back at the orphanage would wait until the darkest hours of the night to whisper their secrets, and secrets often lead to each other. Lingering like a broken doll, her dirty white dress still cold from the trip, Helen’s world is now her ears as Weird Eyes carries her across the great hall.

The footsteps stop.

Weird Eyes: No time for pleasantries. Where is the Coordinator?

Loud voice: …Slap me with a fucking hammerhead shark, is that mother-fucking Weird Eyes- and alive?!?

Louder voice: How did she make it in?! How old is she already?!?! Am I full banana now?!

Shy voice: ...U-um! U-u-u-um… UM…! Miss Wei-

Weird Eyes: Please.

That single word killed all whispers, all of the muttering.

Shy voice: I-I understand. A is in the Labyrinth below, but it’s dangerous to go in there now. W-wait! Don’t go in there now, let me call her out! WAIT!

Weird Eyes: Out of the way.

Shy voice: EvenifyougetinitwilltakeyoulongertofindherthanitwilltakeustocallherSUNNY!

Soothing voice: I had already called Miss A, the Coordinator. Miss Weird Eyes, do not be so hasty.

卌 Super, because her voice is just inhuman: who has the weird eyes like wow why so weird OMG girl liek WOW WHOS THAT SUPER MEGA ULTRA HOTTIE like wait OMG CHILL

Shy voice: She’s coming! A is coming! It’s not getting darker! See?! It’s not getting darker anymore! Stop! Look!

Already dizzy, Helen stops being waltzed sideways over and over- to a standstill.

Weird Eyes: …how? The Soul Gem… stopped getting darker?

Soothing voice: Magic does not work in the Violet Tower. Try to transform, see for yourself. Here, have a Grief Seed on our behalf. It seems you’ve finally run out after all these years.

Shy voice: Red. See? It’s ok. Very red. Just… Um… What happened?

Soothing voice: Perhaps we’d rather let Miss Weird Eyes catch her breath first, Miss Lily.

卌 Lily: …

Weird Eyes: …

Helen feels something wet and warm on her cheek.

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卌 Lily: U-UM are you- oh, you are crying, um, here, handkerchief! Crocodile handkerchief!

Voice of an arrogant little shit: Hahaha! You said it like it was the attack of a Pokemon!

Soothing voice: I do recall that someone else was also crying just earlier.

卌 Cordoba: That has nothing to do with this! You aren’t even making a point, you just want to make me mad!

Soothing voice: Perhaps just a little bit.

Weird Eyes: I… I do owe you an apology. My sincerest apologies, Lily Evans Haze; despair took over. But I should not linger.

Crystal-clear efficient voice: No, do linger. You already got me out of my cave.

Helen dares to peek just a little bit to see if she can make something out of the worms. But, there aren’t worms anymore, and when she realizes that her eyes are wide open she gasps and seals them shut. Which seems to have drawn some attention.

Weird Eyes: This little girl too made a broken wish, although I warned her against it. It was “I wish to be able to see the possible paths of things and will which path is taken.”

Crystal-clear efficient voice: I haven’t seen you in like two years and you are already barking orders and crying. Do people change? Can I still hold that hope?

Weird Eyes: We shall have our proper greetings over tea, I promise. Right now, I beg of you, seal her powers, or she won’t be able to leave this tower ever again.

卌 A: And why are /you/, my teacher, out of all people, asking that of /me/?

Radio silence falls abruptly, unexpectedly.

卌 A: Weird Eyes, this girl… can’t be older than eight.

卌 Lily: …eight? Eight years old?

卌 Sunny: Unthinkable. Heretic.

卌 Cordoba: I think she just looks that way. I’ve read about a disease on the internet!

卌 Super: like she could like have asked to look eight rite like omg im like so little wanna hugs! OMGQTIE!!

Voice from behind a knight’s helmet: The perfect lady just stated the infant’s wish. She just said so. Mere seconds ago, Super. Seconds, Super.

卌 Super: y but like

卌 A: I’ll do it; in exchange for answers.

Weird Eyes: Do make it quick.

卌 A: Why can’t you do it?

Weird Eyes: I killed a Magical Girl when I tried to save her. The trauma took the steadiness of my fingers. Until I beat it, I can only do harm.

卌 A: I’m sorry to hear that, but I’m sure you had the best of intentions. Why is she eight years old? Weird Eyes, this may just be the youngest Magical Girl ever seen.

Weird Eyes: ...I’ve attempted to recruit her into the Blue Gates ○|○.

卌 A: You’ve lost your damn mind.

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Helen feels a gentle pressure against her back, and a pillow under her neck.

○|○ Weird Eyes: And I answered your questions. I’ll take my leave.

And she does.

卌 Lily: Um! Lady Weird Eyes, I don’t know what’s going on with you- but everyone is free to stay, and we’ll be having a very important briefing soon-

○|○ Weird Eyes: I already know.

卌 Super: HEY! SUPER ULTRA HOTTIE! LITTLE MISSY FIRE SAYS ‘THANK YOU’!

…Weird Eyes turns around. Short yellow hair with black shades, a simple white top-tank, and basic long, blue jeans, yet the living, breathing metric used to measure whether someone is beautiful or not. Tears rolling down those eyes again, she gifts Helen a bright smile. And then she walks away. Yet the room is comically wide, and the Magical Girls that remained (and those few who survived Salome’s karate chop) had already gone into a mumbling frenzy.

≈ Haruka Karibu: Isn’t she like twenty-four now? Girl, we can live THAT long and look THAT good and NOBODY told me?! Nice!

≈ Nyatasha Nyanners: HMMM… Her ideals are pretty fucking retarded, true, but we would be half as many today if it wasn’t for her. She’s like my nazi grandpa! I love my nazi grandpa!

◄ Petra Gurin: Yeah! And if you couldn’t pay her with Grief Seeds, she’d take cash and use it to run an animal shelter. I’ve been there!

► Ninomae Ina'nis: Everyone, Weird Eyes founded the East. Did you know that? All of our core values come from her. The things we believe and fight for.

≈ Haruka Karibu: Though she’s North as fuck!

As Weird Eyes leaves, the mumbling turns into cheering. As the cheering gets louder, it gains shape: “Go, go, Magical Granny. Go, go, Magical Granny!” Weird Eyes turns around, the very image of dismay.

○|○ Weird Eyes: W-What?! Magical G-Granny?!

“Go, go, Magical Granny!”

“Go, go, Magical Granny!”

“Yeaaaaaaah!”

Weird Eyes just walks away even faster.

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Helen is staring steadily as Weird Eyes melts through the far end of the great hall, across all of the fancy pillows and sofas and rugs spread all over the place. It’s far too easy to like her, yet the little Helen inside her head tells her to remain wary, and that little Helen, annoying as she is, has won far too many arguments already. After all, Weird Eyes /is/ an adult. And adults are too complicated.

卌 Super: wow im not straight

As Helen tries to stand from the couch, a hand holds her down firmly.

卌 A: Hold steady.

And it’s the hand of a violet-haired, skinny girl with thick glasses in a soulless, long black shirt, over jeans- but at least she’s wearing a red ribbon.

卌 A: This won’t take long. What’s your name?

Helen tries to reach for her ear but A gently/firmly holds her down.

卌 A: You’ll be playing around soon enough, trust me. What’s your name?

Helen goes for the pockets on her white dress but finds no pen and no paper.

卌 A: Shy, are you? That’s ok. I’m shy too, but talking to people is part of my job. Do you miss mom and dad? Don’t worry, you’ll be with them soon enough. Make do with Lily for now.

卌 Lily: U-uh?!

Mom and dad, soon enough.

卌 A: Just don’t be mean to her. She’s a crybaby too. Mommy Lily is going to tell Blue to add you to the Relay, so you are going to start hearing other people. You’ll be making friends soon.

卌 Lily: Come on! Mommy Lily?!

卌 Sunny: I do believe I have earned the place of the motherly figure…

卌 A: Now close your eyes. And don’t move.

Close your eyes and don’t move, Helen thinks. Should I close my eyes? Should I move?

>?

>>5689630
>Shake head no, hit them all with a pout, and mimic a writing motion.
>If given a pen, write questions asking what she intends to do, how she'll seal the powers, and what Blue Gates is.
>If not given a pen, write words on palms using fingers.
Charisma isn't only words but sheer presence as well.
I'm leery of rushing into things again, more so on something like a mind link and because of what was revealed last thread about unlinking. Having a bunch of magical girls' voices in your head can't be healthy. They'll hear Helen's unflattering opinions of the general state of human relationships.

Magical Granny, the founder of the East faction (traditionalists, right?) and fairest in the land, lucky Helen if that contact can be maintained. Though the mention of Blue Gates makes me believe there are a lot of skeletons in her closet. Protagonist-like.

Darn, there goes Weird Eyes. I was going to go, 'Hey sucker, I'm basically dying and have thrown a wrench into your plans, but how 'bouts you tell me a story of your past while I try to look into your existence?' Trying to match the story with her path to see if the past could be seen. A more poetic way to put it would be trying to find the words that define Weird Eye’s path.

Wonder if Helen can keep the shape of a seen path in her mind's eye while her eyes are closed to better focus and avoid overload. Perhaps using it to track down a person, a whole no escape once the path has been seen type of situation. No being Rein-Holder yet, the best Helen can do is fly a kite and hold the string.

It took me an embarrassing amount of time to realize that the /hunter/ theme was because of what Weird Eyes initially told Helen. The outfit description sort of reminds me of Kyouko's outfit alongside the fire motif.

Also, any anons out there, feel free to chime in! Helen is a public character.

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>>5689653
>Magical Granny, the founder of the East faction (traditionalists, right?)
yup. Weird Eyes is that op mc who was given layers of plot armor to keep the story going, only this isn't her quest

>Having a bunch of magical girls' voices in your head can't be healthy.
it's not that bad. at least you get the (you)s. those (you)s get you bitches

>Wonder if Helen can keep the shape of a seen path in her mind's eye while her eyes are closed to better focus and avoid overload.
the only thing stopping Helen from being obliterated by her own power is not being able to use it, so I think I'd tackle that down first

AIGHT so, roll call now, gimme this:

-Emma vote
-Erimena vote
-Helen vote
-Ritalinda rolls

Erimena:
i know u guys have a plan, lets just wait for emma

Helena:
big fucking changes here. Helen was meant as the public character but even if we did have lurkers odds are they are shy and fidget with their fingers like pre-hell loop Homura, so hear me out:

everyone can vote for helen now.
even other players

in this case, this influence won't be taken as subconcious, and it will count as if your specific dream menhera influenced the 8y/o walking heresy that is Helen. she naturally is extremely easy to influence, so this plays in both her personality and age

Ritalinda:

>>5689196
>ACTION: Use ARMOR THRUSTERS to ZIPLINE along the ROPE towards the CIRCUS
-roll me m5 con for keeping the thrusters up for extended amounts of time under all that weight. 30 and you are good to go, any less and Rita runs out of fuel beforehand

>DEFEND against THING'S attacks if they get close
-rita can't currently do anything to defend herself other than use her personal magic. what is she going to redirect against what? BIG detail here: Rita /cannot/ redirect attacks against the caster itself. furthermore, aiming at shit that bounces, for example, is perfectly valid

>RIDE LUCIE'S CROSSBOW BLAST over to THE CIRCUS!
-damn straight nigguca, but Lucinda has to shoot first. until then, it's all on you

also:
-roll me m5 dex to see if you get hit (provided Lucinda fails to parry)
-roll me m6 con in case you do get hit. anything over 50 will be taken as damage.

>>5689211
>ACTION: Switch to crossbow mode and power up a shot to shoot the creature with and propel Lucinda and Rita along the rope!
-roll me m3 dex to see if Lucinda manages to reconfigure to crossbow mode in between blows. 30 to win. fail this and Lucinda takes a direct hit and no changes are made.
-roll me m4 dex to see if Lucinda nails the shot.
--she's currently moving and on unsteady terrain
-roll me m7 phys attunement to see if lucinda would one-shot the thing. over 50 and it explodes. anything below still counts as critical damage

>Hold on for dear life while Rita ROCKETS across the THE FUCKING ROPE LIKE A MOTHERFUCKEN ZIPLINE.
-con 7. nvm dont roll shit

also:
-roll me m4 dex to see if you keep on parrying swings
-roll me m6 con in case you do get hit. anything over 70 will be taken as damage.

Rolled 80, 89 = 169 (2d100)

>>5689809
HANG ONTA SOMETHIIIIIIIIIING

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Rolled 99 (1d100)

>>5689809
And here's one more because I misread like a fucking idiot

>>5689809
>everyone can vote for helen now.
Alrighty, that’s going to be interesting if conflict ever comes up between characters. That’s assuming Helen survives long enough.

Rolled 37 (1d100)

>>5689809
This roll is for the m3 dex to reconfig crossbow mode.

Rolled 16 (1d100)

>>5689809
This one is for the m4 shot.

Rolled 52 (1d100)

>>5689809
m7 phys attunement roll, LETS HOPE FOR FIREWORKS.

Rolled 6 (1d100)

>>5689809
m4 dex to parry swings

Rolled 47 (1d100)

>>5689809
m6 con incase hit:

If I'm reading this right, this is (not) going well.
;)

>>5689870
If we die I'm gonna give you a DUMPSTER SWIRLIE, Lucie. You know what a DUMPSTER SWIRLIE is?

It's like a regular swirlie, but instead of a toilet your head goes into a DUMPSTER.

>>5689857
Helena agrees that giving Lucie a DUMPSTER SWIRLIE is a good idea. Two thumbs up

Wait, CON is a roll under?

>>5689871
Guess Helen needs to find some friends (read: Weird Eyes) to help give a DUMPSTER SWIRLIE she’s probably too small to carry a dead Lucie.

>>5689871
Leave it to Rit to know where the nearest dumpster is.

When was the last time you washed your hands, or even had a bath?

>>5689905
When was the last time you SHUT UP

>>5689906
Round about the first time I smelt you, for your information.

>>5689809
alright I'm gonna leave my full intent in advance in case Emma is dead or doesn't wanna fight for some reason
>IF Erika can track the boss and IF Emma/Angel will take us to them, then:
>ACTION: Snag Salome with your gumgum pimp hand. ("Imma borrow your leader for a bit, be good girls!")
>IF NOT then:
>Go home.
Whatever happens, Jimena is not spending another second with the freakazoids if she can help it.

>everyone can vote for helen now.
well, I don't have an opinion on this yet

>>5689872
more likely that Lumina's dumb

>>5689906
>>5689909
ladies, calm your tits, you are both smelly autists

Okay, finally was able to read everyone's posts.It still feels like I got 50% of what's going on.

>Angel: Emma, you are the only person who is ever nice to me and doesn’t want to fuck me. Of course I’m watching over you.

Thank you Angel. Emma really needed to hear that one.

At this point Emma has two options. GTFO, or kill a bitch. Angel seems to be angling for GTFO, and since Emma's plan to get the location of the Toy-controlling guca went tits up, I'm not sure Angel could get Emma there. It's omnipresence not omnipotence.

>>5689928
alright I'm gonna leave my full intent in advance in case Emma is dead or doesn't wanna fight for some reason
Problem is, like you guys, she doesn't have a reason to fight. Right now her objective is to protect her family, which means either killing the toymaker and getting some revenge at the same time, which would lead to her and Angel needing to butcher the Order to avoid repercussions, or just...leave? Like, go chill on a deserted sandy beach somewhere and have a heat-to-heart crying session with Angel while they're both sipping drinks in long-chairs. Cheaper than therapy!
It's not the hardest decision in the world, even if I feel like I'm reaching That Guy levels of "it's what my character would do !" just saying it.

Having Erika tracking could work, but since those votes happen at the same time...do I just stall for an update again?

>>5689809
Alright, so something like this (not the cleanest vote layout but screw it):
>"Okay, you're right, this town is starting to feel like a madhouse. even more than usual. Hey, by the way, have you got a weird mind link to complete strangers too? Anyway, I wanted to get back at the bitch behind those toys for daring to touch /our/ family, but I don't know where she is. Good news, one of those stranger gucas has a plan. I say we get away from here before more toys show up, wait to see if she makes it or not. If she does, we can skip over and you can take all the gucas at that weird tower thingy to the location, and let the fireworks happen. Either way, we don't stick around and, like, go chill on a beach somewhere? I think I need to just talk about stuff, so might as well do it on a sunny azure beach, you know?"

Yeah, it's stalling, hopefully you don't mind QM. And either way, Emma's stats and mental state are fucked enough I won't have her stick around for an eventual fight with the Order. But she might be able to convince Angel to play God-taxi before the two of them fuck off. Sounds good Jimena-anon? >>5689928

>>5690504
>Having Erika tracking could work
QM already said that Erika succeeds in tracking the inquisitor, it's just a matter of Angela getting us there. Also, you wouldn't have to fight, my plan is to ally the order, not destroy it, you two leaving after dropping us off would actually help us since we could bluff and say something like "And do not think that disposing of use would do you any better, that teleporting girl has orders to bring in girls to surround this building if we do not return in a timely manner." And if you need any more reasons to help, your family still is in Buenos Aires, far from the Violet Tower.

>>5690504
>it feels like I got 50% of what's going on.
I feel that as well. It sort of makes playing Helen easier, as she is also confused about the general state of things and is kind of just along for the ride alongside whatever Weird Eyes is doing.

>Evental Order fight
Who does have the motive to fight the Order among us? I'm genuinely curious as I don't have the best grasp on the characters yet or what the Order entails. I'm also a bit afraid of the bad dice rolls occurring at/around the tower.

>>5690516
I'll admit I missed the switch from destroying to allying, but it's not like Angel cares either way. Just be aware she very well might port all the west-siders over at the same time, depending on if she feels like it. Is allying them an everyone plan or an Erika plan? I am so lost it's almost not funny. I don't envy you gucas at the tower it feels like my eyes are elting whenever I read a post.
Turns out the reason gucas don't clump together is because they overload local reality with sheer bullshit and lesbian-powered disasters.

>>5690519
Emma has a reason, revenge. Threatening The Family (tm) is one of the few things that could get her worked up against someone, so at least one member of the order is on her extremely short shit-list. And today is "use your fucking powers" day.

>>5690529
The Violet Tower Team's, that is, Lily and co.'s plan seems to be smashing every toy and getting everybody to be friends to fight the Order. On the other hand, Erika wants to ally the Order to use them against Kyubey. Again, the fact your family still is in BA and relatively far from where the toy smashing happens should be enough of a motivating fact as to get Angel to teleport us to them.

>>5690535
If anything, it's the exact opposite, but I'll go along with the plan.
What exactly are the clowns at the Order wanting besides guca genocide, anyway?

>>5690535
>Erika wants to ally the Order to use them against Kyubey
Ambitious! Even knowing the Order’s toys are made up of magical girls?
If the East follows Weird Eye’s example of calling Kyubey holy, I am excited to see how you’ll thread that possibility.

>>5690540
>I'll go along with the plan.
Great!

>What exactly are the clowns at the Order wanting besides guca genocide, anyway?
Probably killing guccas and Kyubeys off the face of the Earth.

>>5690542
>Even knowing the Order’s toys are made up of magical girls?
I like to think that, for Erika's cold side, clarketech-possessing amoral aliens are a threat to humanity that allows SOME regrettable actions to be done, while Erika's emotional side... well, I wanted to use this for when she gets called out on dealing with the Order, but I might as well put this piece of contemplation out now,

>"Ideas are tied to their own unique context, philosophy especially is influenced by the lives of its thinkers, communism emmerged out of the mind of a atheistic jew in the middle of the industrial revolution, Buddhism came from the heavily stagnant indian civilization, the enlightement from the minds of ever-wealthier free men, and so on and so forth. With that in mind, how miserable do you think a girl who's personal philosophy is that she isn't a person anymore is? And then tell me, why shouldn't we help her and those who think alike?"

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>>5690504
>>5690519
>nigga i understand like half of whats going on
never feel bad about asking for clarifications. cognitive dissonance is a thing and it will haunt humanity long after we are gone

this is the very short version:

-the OoE sent an army of Toys at the Violet Tower after realizing its existence
-they fail to bring it down because magic
-said magic is also uses to counter-attack and deactivate all toys that were attacking
-megucas take advantage and leave the tower to trash as many as they can
-they will re-activate soon so Lily wants everyone back in the tower

ask me anything. we'll make sure everyone is on the same page before going on

>>5690504
I'll take what I can get
>>5690566
compassion is a privilege of the strong, and they outgun you by quite a bit

>>5690733
All I'm hearing is to buy AKs.
>Erika's actual magical powers is being rich

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>>5690752
Homura would approve. Whether that's a good thing, well, you tell me.

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>Me walking into OoE HQ to mercilessly slaughter every magical girl and their families (They said my mammoth wasn't kawaii-desu)

>>5690710
What is known about the magical relay?

>>5691145
that it was made by a girl called Blue presumably with magic, but it doesn't use magic to work. Its like a radio tower for our soul gems.

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>>5689838
ok so if that hit would have landed on Rita the entire Familiar would have shattered like the glass of wine of a soprano

any use for target redirection or will rita just focus on getting the fuck out like a elon musk on a rocket?

>>5689871
desu the dumpster swrlie sounds a lot less worse

>>5689872
wut did i miss this time

>>5689894
shes meguca though, she can carry luci like a feather. gucas are that strong

>>5689928
look: >>5687576
>("Stay, help and I will buy your company for 20% more than market share.")
wut ur answer

>>5690504
>It's not the hardest decision in the world, even if I feel like I'm reaching That Guy levels of "it's what my character would do !" just saying it.
if that's how you feel then go for it. last i want is you guys feeling you've got to compromise for narrative

>Having Erika tracking could work, but since those votes happen at the same time...do I just stall for an update again?
the time between the events in the updates is asynchronious, so no need to stall. just pretend the stalling has already ben done in game time

>Yeah, it's stalling, hopefully you don't mind QM. And either way,
you are playing the character, not me. i don't get a say in anything unless you guys wanna try psycho shit i don't wanna write

>>5690529
>I don't envy you gucas at the tower it feels like my eyes are elting whenever I read a post.
oh is there a narrative reason? too much dialogue? its what i like writing the most so maybe i went bananas. thats why the first thread didnt have any dialogue at all lawl

>Turns out the reason gucas don't clump together is because they overload local reality with sheer bullshit and lesbian-powered disasters.
eh, this is actually factual and not a joke at all. powers intertwining with each other in unexpected ways is how most disasters start in gucaland, cause sometimes gucas are using their powers without even realizing

>If the East follows Weird Eye’s example of calling Kyubey holy, I am excited to see how you’ll thread that possibility.
i can clarify this one, cuz its something girls already know. the east doesn't worship kyubey, that's just a weird eyes thing it seems. that being said, weird eyes influence on the east /is/ historical

>>5690752
>Erika's actual magical powers is being rich
was capitalism the power of friendship all along?

>>5690910
but they just said so because they are tsuntsun. they just cant admit it

>>5691145
>>5691167
beat me to it

no post today, so just fucking bombard me with questions until we are all on the same page. i'm by no means a professional writer, so if there's something you can't swallow just let me know. i'd like to believe that my saving grace is that im doing my best to make this place comfy

>>5691167
Thanks for the info.
>Radio tower for soul gems
Is that safe? Like it can’t be used for brainwashing or separating the gem and the body, sort of situation when Madonna threw Sayuka’s soul gem off a bridge and she proceeded to collapse?

>>5691184
>wut did i miss this time
You had lines like this which I was a bit confused on.
>-roll me m6 con in case you do get hit. anything over 50 will be taken as damage.
-roll me m6 con in case you do get hit. anything over 70 will be taken as damage.

>>5691184
>>5687576
>>("Stay, help and I will buy your company for 20% more than market share.")
>"I... would call bullshit if we weren't sharing brains. Fine, this better not take long. Not my company though..."

>>5691184
>just fucking bombard me with questions until we are all on the same page
ok so, how does my power actually work mechanically, because it says it can boost my Physical Affinity, Dexterity and Constitution but I haven't done any of that

>>5691186
lmao no, they gave us some shit about not connecting too many people or disconnecting minds too willy nilly cuz its risky yet they are gonna dump helen with us. Good luck with that!

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>>5691186
the magical relay works by sending /mechanical/ signals that are completely devoid of magic. another fact worth mentioning about the relay is that Blue, one of its creators, was stated to be a defector of the Order of the End

as for the brainwashing and stuff, if you can brainwash something over the cellphone then i guess it could be done somehow- but that's as far as you all know. there is a lot less room for bullshit when magic isn't involved- but isn't magic just very high tech? weird shit

>>5691189
i reverse the con rolls so i can take the roll as the damage inflicted- it just makes calculations easier. luci has con 7, meaning that a pa 6 hit would have to be over 70 to even start inflicting damage. given that rita has con 6, the threshold from a pa 6 hit would be 50 instead. basically, con rolls aren't about whether something damage or not, they are about how much damage is inflicted.

>>5691184
Going off of the point you made about Rita's power here:
>>5689809
I don't know if the Familiar was launching RANGED ATTACKS at us so apologies if I'm totally fucking wrong.

Rita will do the following:
>ACTION: If the Familiar launches another ranged attack at LUCI and she REFLECTS IT, REDIRECT the attack at the FAMILIAR!
>IF the Familiar DOESN'T have a ranged attack, just redirect the attacks away from the TEEN and LUCIE.

And if I'm totally misunderstanding then screw it, we'll just focus on flying.

>>5691192
>weird shit
Where’s a tinfoil hat when you need it? The relay could be useful for telemarketing tho. I’m still paranoid about Helen connecting to it.
>Tech
I’ve been wondering, but can Erika make advanced cybernetic implants? Like for an eye?
>Heresy
Why did you call Helen a walking heresy?
>Ties
How would that be resolved if it crops up on a Helen vote?
>Damage
What are the mechanics for health?

>>5691197
Think again
>>5689809
>Rita /cannot/ redirect attacks against the caster itself. furthermore, aiming at shit that bounces, for example, is perfectly valid

>>5691209
More tired than I thought. In that case screw it, I'll just go with keeping the attacks away

>>5691191
>ok so, how does my power actually work mechanically, because it says it can boost my Physical Affinity, Dexterity and Constitution but I haven't done any of that

you haven't had to punch anyone in the face in half a year, so i never had to explain it lmao

jesus fuck time flows so fast wtf am i doing pacing right

ok here's the mechanics.
-jimena has MA5
-she can boost Physical Affinity, Dexterity and Constitution.
--the way this works is that she can attempt to increase the magnitude of her other stats by rolling MA both at the cost of DP and by risking /backlash/.
-the MA is rolled /against/ the other stats in order to enhace them. ok so, how the fuck does this even work?
--the formula for the roll is MA vs StatIncrease+2
-for example, for Jimena’s PA6 this would work like this:
PA7: 80
PA8: 70
PA9: 50
PA10: 30
-failing a MA roll induces Backlash, which causes her Rubber Body to instead reduce the magnitude of the stats she attempted to instead by the same amount. For example, if the PA7 roll would fail then the attack would become a PA5 roll using the same PA roll but with the magnitude applied.
-magnitude events over 7 are overall very rare in any context and never attainable by normal means. 7 is already retard high by average guca standards

>>5691197
i don't remember stating that she could only redirect ranged attacks because rita can redirect fucking anything you can conceptually think of, but if I did I take it back.

>>ACTION: If the Familiar launches another ranged attack at LUCI and she REFLECTS IT, REDIRECT the attack at the FAMILIAR!
the moment Luci parries the attack it becomes Luci's attack, so this is valid

>>IF the Familiar DOESN'T have a ranged attack, just redirect the attacks away from the TEEN and LUCIE.
this is valid too.

since ive stated Jimena's mechanics I'll go ahead and settle Rita's as well.
-Rita can redirect fucking /anything/ as long as the target is not the caster at the same time, since Target Redirection is a matter of INTENT and not of physics (by redirecting luci's bouncing attack, Target Redirect is actually targeting luci). if someone wants to do something to something, then rita can change that second something. simple as that.
-roll takes two stats into account, the magnitude of the event itself, whatever it is, and the Mind of the target.
--the equation is as follows: MA vs ((Mind+EventMagnitude)/2)+1

i'll go on ahead and give an example only this once. rita could very well use Target Redirect on the Familiar to force it to target Luci's whateverthefuckistthatthing blade, forcing a parry.

in this case, it would be an m6 TR roll in either case, potential targets being Luci

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>>5691205
>I’ve been wondering, but can Erika make advanced cybernetic implants? Like for an eye?
long story short, yes. that being said, the deeper she has to dig inside her brain the harder it gets, so the crazier the shit the higher the ma roll. but like, she has ma7. i kinda walked myself into a dead end here
also she'll still need the mats

>Why did you call Helen a walking heresy?
8y/o gucas are unheard of- or at least were. you got 11 y/o gucas /at most/ and even that was pushing it. you can imagine what the average guca would think about putting an 8y/o into the shit she has to put up with

>How would that be resolved if it crops up on a Helen vote?
tekken 7 bo5. no akuma no geese

>What are the mechanics for health?
all gucas have 100 hp. con can reduce the damage taken. it really is that simple

as a general note, i /am/ keeping track of all intentional ma rolls (the ones you guys voted for) that involve dp cost. so far, the uses that even start involving dp loss have been minimal. you can always just use less MA to reduce the cost

>>5691246
>--the formula for the roll is MA vs StatIncrease+2
>-for example, for Jimena’s PA6 this would work like this:
okay this beats me, why is the dc lower the more i increase the magnitude
>-magnitude events over 7 are overall very rare in any context and never attainable by normal means. 7 is already retard high by average guca standards
guess that'd make me BEYOND retarded. keep in mind guys, this is the power to eat my own ass
>>5691248
>you can always just use less MA to reduce the cost
with magnitude 5 MA I can use magnitude 2 for free. but I would still need to roll to prevent backlash wouldn't I?

>>5691266
>okay this beats me, why is the dc lower the more i increase the magnitude
i was thinking it in terms of margin of error when i wrote that, my bad. just reverse the values there
-PA7: success if you roll over 20
-PA8: same with 30
-PA9: same with 50
-PA10: same with 70

>guess that'd make me BEYOND retarded. keep in mind guys, this is the power to eat my own ass
i dare you eat your own ass right now. you can't you fucking can't. that's how strong jimena is

>with magnitude 5 MA I can use magnitude 2 for free. but I would still need to roll to prevent backlash wouldn't I?
yep. you save up on dp in exchange for increased odds of failure. time will tell how op jimena is in a fight

>>5691248
>putting an 8y/o into the shit she has to put up with
I can guess the universal reaction to meeting Helen would be pity. That might be helpful. I’m truly curious to figure out what was so worth it to Weird Eyes to do what she did. How strong is Weird Eyes? Is there any one of the gucas capable of keeping up with her in a fight? Or is fighting the heavily experienced, former faction leader, and magical eyes simply a you lose situation?

>>5691184
>if that's how you feel then go for it. last i want is you guys feeling you've got to compromise for narrative
I'm good now that we've apparently reached a compromise of Emma getting Angel to help before fucking off. I didn't want to just dodge the plot entirely, even if it's necessary for Emma.

>oh is there a narrative reason? too much dialogue? its what i like writing the most so maybe i went bananas. thats why the first thread didnt have any dialogue at all lawl
First off writing several characters bouncing off each other is great. I also like doing it. But at this point it's over five (I don't even know how many there are anymore so just over five because that's the cutoff point where the human brain just says "many" instead of counting apparently) variants of squeaky panicky teen or pre-teen. I currently barely remember the original five in the tower, and even back then I had trouble telling them apart. Now add the annoying hime-sama wannabe with her tick, and all the V-Tubers, plus two players, plus the fact that this is the second half of a scene from last thread and...
Well let's just say I'm glad Emma has no part in it, and that I'm reading it to try and understand the rest of the plot.
And the Labyrinth updates somehow aren't any better, but I suppose things being incomprehensible is kind of the point. I can't picture either situation in my head, and that's when I stop paying attention.

The Helen update was mostly okay, maybe because of there being a main interaction and direction with weird Eyes focusing on the Coordinator. If that's even what happened? Also yeah, I'm not voting for Helen, at least not right now. If I do both me and Emma are going to leak through and she'll just got to sleep until the crazy ends, and at that point she might never wake up.


Anyway. QM. How's life?

>>5691308
>I can guess the universal reaction to meeting Helen would be pity
and existential dread. figuring out that you were at the mercy of a cat that could do /that/ to eight years old little girl won't leave a sweet taste

>That might be helpful. I’m truly curious to figure out what was so worth it to Weird Eyes to do what she did. How strong is Weird Eyes? Is there any one of the gucas capable of keeping up with her in a fight? Or is fighting the heavily experienced, former faction leader, and magical eyes simply a you lose situation?
at this point, there is too little information to work with. two years is a whole magical girl's life in general, and yet it's still just the time that WE, already a veteran, was out of the picture. that's the only metric Helen has so far

>>5691361
>Well let's just say I'm glad Emma has no part in it, and that I'm reading it to try and understand the rest of the plot.
daaamn, so it is a narrative problem. i wanted to reflect the fact that the tower is currently -very- crowded, but i may have made it too literal

>And the Labyrinth updates somehow aren't any better, but I suppose things being incomprehensible is kind of the point
some parts in it are meant to be incomprehensible because it is a Labyrinth, but of course that the context and the situation are meant to be understood fully. if it's not easy to understand, then that is a severe narrative problem

>The Helen update was mostly okay, maybe because of there being a main interaction and direction with weird Eyes focusing on the Coordinator. If that's even what happened?
i only gave words out because Helen was meant to have her eyes closed, which is why the description of the characters change as it goes on

>Anyway. QM. How's life?
not gonna lie, now that i know there's a narrative problem i am pretty fucking worried. i was going to say 'aight, less dialogue', but if even the whole thing in the laberynth is hard to understand then im kinda fucked this far ahead in the game. i was going with the good old 'write the bare minimum and don't be tedius' adage, so if I have to change strategy then narrative is going to be veeeery different and im not sure it's even going to work

aight guys, i know we do this at the end of threads but i need emergency feedback asap now. i won't become a better writer overnight, but i at least need to be able the writing bearable because we are six months deep in shit. what do i do? what could change? is shit hard to understand overall? does stuff make sense? what made it work before that makes it suck now? etc

>>5691456
First off, calm your tits QM.
Secondly, this to me seems less of a narative problem and more of a "read it until you get it" situation. It's like you've said, the Tower is packed full with girls so of course things would be difficult to understand, the Labyrinth is a Labyrinth so of course things would be confusing.
I mean no offense to Emmanon, but to me it seems that the problem isn't bad writting, just that some situations demand better reading comprehension than others.

>>5691456
Jeez, didn't mean to throw you in that much of a loop. Sorry about that. And hey, it may just be me being a dumb cunt, you know? Well there was that part where the two in the labyrinth weren't sure about where an obvious enemy was compared to them. At least that's what I got from the replies. That could be me failing at basic reading but for example, i couldn't tell you or draw you Rita's movements during that last Labyrinth update, and the moment I take my eyes off the Erimena update I forgot anything that was said beyond the summary you provided after. And while that could be me going schizo, that's not normally something that happens.
But please, please wait for feedback from the other anons before getting yourself worked up about your writing not being good enough.

>>5691456
>>5691486
>>5691488
Jumping off what the others have already said, I think you should start by taking a deep breath-nothing's on fire here and we're all working on this together, right?

I'll admit I agree somewhat with Emma when it comes to some of the tower updates. Even though Rita's not there right now I find myself having issues following along with what's happening.
While I'm also clearly fucking terrible at reading (as demonstrated by my last few actions), I think a decent compromise is not to dramatically cut down anything, but instead maybe trim who's talking in the scene a bit. You mentioned it's meant to be crowded, so would it be better if some of the characters moved to a more secluded corner or something? As a QM myself I find that while having lots of voices adds to a chaotic atmosphere, I think it's also prudent to not overload dialogue for the sake of dialogue.
All of that said, you've been really good at taking criticism and answering questions. That little diagram you made for Luci and I really helped visualize our situation. I don't expect you to do that every time we get into a pickle, but tools like that definitely help understand the scene a little better, even if it's just a small diagram.
In short, don't sweat it, OP. We can meet you halfway and read closer as long as you keep answering our questions. I know it's not easy running a quest, especially one with multiple players, so thanks for being so committed to making it work. It's still a lot of fun and I appreciate you taking the time!

I agree with what the others have said.
I have nothing of substance to add to the conversation, but I just wanted to say that.
It's all good!

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>>5691486
>First off, calm your tits QM.
tits = calmed;

>Secondly, this to me seems less of a narative problem and more of a "read it until you get it" situation.
the thing is when trying to understand what a nigga said takes too much effort and then the payoff isn't worth it. been re-reading my stuff a bit and i think it does take some effort to tie things up

>>5691488
>Jeez, didn't mean to throw you in that much of a loop.
no, no, you have to. even if i over react. i spent years with a gf who never told me shit was wrong until shit was over, so i'd very much rather have shit flung to my face (shit as in, insights and observation regarding current events)

>And hey, it may just be me being a dumb cunt, you know?
that's isn't case for neither of you, but I also think that, although i have much to improve, we all have inherent preferences when it comes to communication (some get stressed when juggling too many topics at once, others can't stay in the same subject for more than ten seconds, etc). writing something anyone can/wants to read is the hardest shit in the galaxy, but it is worth striving for

>Well there was that part where the two in the labyrinth weren't sure about where an obvious enemy was compared to them.
nah they got kinda lost too. i assumed that, if rita could see the enemy, then that could only mean that she was facing it, but even if it does seem obvious when i say it picking these details apart one after the other isn't easy. the line between 'too obvious' and 'what the fuck nigger' is thin

>and the moment I take my eyes off the Erimena update I forgot anything that was said beyond the summary you provided after.
that's because 3/4 of my updates are fucking around, but y there is something like too much meat and too little bones (meat as in content, bones as in structure)

>>5691512
>Jumping off what the others have already said, I think you should start by taking a deep breath-nothing's on fire here and we're all working on this together, right?
im not upset. if shit is wrong you ask whats wrong and you fix it, if you can't then that's it. one way or the other, if you did your best theres nothing to worry about.

>but instead maybe trim who's talking in the scene a bit.
>s a QM myself I find that while having lots of voices adds to a chaotic atmosphere, I think it's also prudent to not overload dialogue for the sake of dialogue.
thats the feedback i was after. there is a pattern. having your players that are also qms on their own giving feedback is what makes qst a goldmine to me, great to keep you humble

>In short, don't sweat it, OP. We can meet you halfway and read closer as long as you keep answering our questions.
i know. im not aiming at perfection from any side cause perfection brings stress and then what's the point? as long as we keep negligence from lying roots it good

if it came out like attentionwhoring then maybe i deserve it, but i think it was worth it.

also no post lawl momma came to town

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I might have missed this, but where is the orphanage on the map? I want to know how far away the botanical gardens are.

Also didn't realize that some of the other players had QM before. That's neat.

>>5691649
>>5691456
man, I'm really not in any position to give you advice, reading shit and remembering the most useless trivia like the entire pokedex with learnets types basestats and competitive viability is all I do. the only time I've gotten confused by an update so far this thread was what the fuck Angel's weapon does. also how the fuck does one have iris-less emerald eyes, isn't the iris the part with color, this has been a thing since last thread

anyways, don't worry about it, I got enough reading autism for the six of us

>>5691762
1a, right on the other side of Avenida General Paz, the Avenue which surrounds the capital of Buenos Aires

>>5691792
you'd be surprised, but ive always wanted to 'get' competitive pokemon, especially 2v2 strats. but where the fuck do you even start
as for Angel's weapon, it's left vague and poorly descripted intentionally. emma herself couldn't tell what the fuck was going on, so at least that works as intended
as for the 'irisless emerald eyes' well yeah, maybe that description sucks balls. emma and angel both, along some other members of their family, have uniform, deeply dark emerald circles where the irises would be- there is no contour, no black ball at the center. in reality is just how they look like from a distance, but it is very noticeable genetic trait

also jimena has very subtle freckles

>>5691889
I think the word you are looking for is pupilless but I'm no ophthalmologist. Actually looking into it it seems the condition of having no irises aniridia is actually hereditary and some pics do look kinda green, so I'll concede you got it right, how realistic. How does Angel look like a 1:1 copy of Emma down to the rare genetic disorders with no blood relation is anyones guess.
On the topic of eyes, Jimena's red eyes are supposedly an albino trait but this is anime land so who cares.
>you'd be surprised, but ive always wanted to 'get' competitive pokemon, especially 2v2 strats. but where the fuck do you even start
watch videos, play randos on showdown, find a premade team, play a bit, make your own until you get it. starting out on pokemon is the hardest part since a lot of it comes down to memorization but once it clicks it just stays with you y'know
>also jimena has very subtle freckles
that's cute

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>>5691939
>Actually looking into it it seems the condition of having no irises aniridia is actually hereditary and some pics do look kinda green, so I'll concede you got it right, how realistic.
i did no research, i claim no merit, all luck. imeredala sounds like emerald so it started with green eyes and then i said 'why not'

realistic expectations, i choose you!

>How does Angel look like a 1:1 copy of Emma down to the rare genetic disorders with no blood relation is anyones guess.
shhh she'll hear you

>starting out on pokemon is the hardest part since a lot of it comes down to memorization
a lot of games i wanted to get into fell into that same pattern, so I just couldn't. im at that point in my life where i either run a quest or learn a game. ie, im old


AIGHT guise enough of that, i'll clarify the votes so i can get right to the writing tomorrow, im finally free of family meetings and like the bottom half of the thread is already qa (thats on me)

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>>5690504
>"Okay, you're right, this town is starting to feel like a madhouse. even more than usual. Hey, by the way, have you got a weird mind link to complete strangers too? Anyway, I wanted to get back at the bitch behind those toys for daring to touch /our/ family, but I don't know where she is. Good news, one of those stranger gucas has a plan. I say we get away from here before more toys show up, wait to see if she makes it or not. If she does, we can skip over and you can take all the gucas at that weird tower thingy to the location, and let the fireworks happen. Either way, we don't stick around and, like, go chill on a beach somewhere? I think I need to just talk about stuff, so might as well do it on a sunny azure beach, you know?"
ask questions, ask angel to participate in erika's revolution, gtfo somewhere nice, wait to see if it makes sense, talk stall, stallk

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>>5687576
>The toys are mere relays for the OotE, they even use electromagnetuc waves to communicate, logic dictates that they could be used in reverse. Grab a toy, break it's arms and use the SETR method to find it's source before trying to use it as the phone it is.
>Ok then. My idea of traking the inquisitor using the waves from the toys
call through one of the Crickets (which has to wake up first), trace to origin, IF Angel agrees: global TP to origin through angel, bringing Emma, Jimena, and IF she can get her, Salome as well.
two things:
one: i won’t even ask for the int roll, but explain how erika’s gonna track these guys yourself
two: if you land /there/, wherever is it that the OoE is playing call center from, what then?

part1

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>>5691987
>roll me dat m5, over 30 you win
Watch THIS

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>>5689928
>IF Erika can track the boss and IF Emma/Angel will take us to them, then:
>ACTION: Snag Salome with your gumgum pimp hand. ("Imma borrow your leader for a bit, be good girls!")
>>5691191
>■-■: ("Stay, help and I will buy your company for 20% more than market share.")
>ᕙ: "I... would call bullshit if we weren't sharing brains. Fine, this better not take long. Not my company though..."
basically, stays as backup for Erika's every morning omniscience bullshit. dunno what else. if i missed something have a little mercy, i bought diablo 4 so i /am/ sad

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>>5689196
>ACTION: Use ARMOR THRUSTERS to ZIPLINE along the ROPE towards the CIRCUS
>RIDE LUCIE'S CROSSBOW BLAST over to THE CIRCUS!
>f the Familiar launches another ranged attack at LUCI and she REFLECTS IT, REDIRECT the attack at the FAMILIAR!
>IF the Familiar DOESN'T have a ranged attack, just redirect the attacks away from the TEEN and LUCIE.

almost forgot
(pa6 + mind2)/2 + 1 = 5
roll me dat m5, over 30 you win

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>>5689211
>ACTION: Switch to crossbow mode and power up a shot to shoot the creature with and propel Lucinda and Rita along the rope!
>Hold on for dear life while Rita ROCKETS across the THE FUCKING ROPE LIKE A MOTHERFUCKEN ZIPLINE
all rolled for
YOUR DESTINY IS SEALED
YOUR PATH IS CHOSEN
YOUR FATE HAS BEEN DECIDED

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>>5689653
>Shake head no, hit them all with a pout, and mimic a writing motion.
>If given a pen, write questions asking what she intends to do, how she'll seal the powers, and what Blue Gates is.
>If not given a pen, write words on palms using fingers.
so helen will ask questions and stop A from sealing her powers, at least for now, is that it?

aaand part2

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>>5691889
>1a
North then, somewhat close to Jimena, one of the soundest megucas but a V-tuber. Would Helena even know what a V-tuber is? I lack the contextual knowledge to guess what media an 8-year-old orphan in Buenos Aires would be exposed to. desu, that's why I haven't tried "Write-in Dialogue" for a Helen action. I have no clue how to write for that.
>>5691939
>albino trait
I was also wondering if that could be why Helen had crimson eyes or if Lumina likes color coordination with hair. Red, red, red. Kyoko was one of my second favorite of the quintet members.
>>5692003
I'll add on the Five Ws:
>Who are you to Weird Eyes? What is happening? When can I go home? Where are we? Why are you helping?
I can see the practical narrative standpoint of accepting sealing the powers now, the brush with death and all, but an 8-year-old thinks themselves immortal, and this one thinks everyone is on the game of getting something out of others. Weird Eyes wanted to use Helen's wish for her own, A seeks to put voices in her head and seal the power, and there's only one person whose words Helen trusts, and it certainly ain't either of them.
This is an unimportant question, yessiree, but what current season/weather is it in the city?

>>5692003
I rolled mine here:
>>5691999
But it looks like you were editing your post a little bit so yea. Anyways badabing, baby

>>5691998
>>5692003
well, on paper I'll help Erika to diplomance the menheras if they let us but I'm totally expecting this to come down to blows which is what Salome is for

>>5691999
nice trips. y'know, you could have redirected Luci's crossbow shot and blown the ferriswheel to oblivion, that would have saved you some trouble, oh well

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>>5692011
Gotta save some for the style, knowwhatImean

>>5691998
>>explain how erika’s gonna track these guys yourself
Just like she can do with Kyubey and the other soulgems, by focusing on their signals like in here
>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.
The only differance being that instead of signals going in and out of crystals, they are going in and out of toys. Also, Soul Gem Signal Interceptation(SGSI) is a much better name than Search for ExtraTerrestrial Rats(SETR).

>>if you land /there/, wherever is it that the OoE is playing call center from, what then?
>"Salutations, My name is Erika and I am here to offer you a deal."
>IF(they point their weapons at us): "Your locations have been leaked, the teleporting girl has instructions to transport combatants from the other 4 cardinal clans to your locations if talks break down, which I intend to not happen."
>REGARDLESS: "In exchange for a ceasefire and a further... diplomatic relationship, I am willing to provide you with the means to locate the alien responsible for everything, Kyubey."

>>5691998
>ask questions, ask angel to participate in erika's revolution, gtfo somewhere nice, wait to see if it makes sense, talk stall, stallk
>Revolution
Oh. Oh crap.
See I'm not sure what your position on this is, QM, but from my point of view, Emma has no ill will towards Kyubey. Quite the opposite. She's very good at blaming herself for shit, so the usual bitching and grudging doesn't apply, she just thinks it's her fault. On the other hand, no more Kuybey, no more cosmic powers holding her family together,at least that's how she thinks. So willingly helping someone kill Kyubey? Oh no no no.

Most likely she'd ask Angel to teleport everyone there to fuck up the Order, Erika's scheming be damned.
Or Erika could try very hard to not think about it and lie to Emma. But consequences.

Not everyone's a revolutionary, you know?

So closer to:
>Ask Angel to teleport willing Gucas to the Order to put an end to their madness, (and potential heresy).
Emma isn't at the point of worshiping the weird fucking cat so heresy is a bit much, but throwing rocks at it when it has a Damocles sword over her and everyone's head strikes her as particularly retarded. Again, she didn't watch the anime, you know?

>>5692034
>("...The girl who saved you was a knight of the Order, do you wish for her to die too? You are not thinking clearly, just have the other Imeredala teleport us there and go relax.")

>>5692048
>The girl who saved you was a knight of the Order
At the risk of appearing even dumber than I already have...who? When? Did I forget someone existed again?

>>5692053
>She doesn't read her own character sheet
It does have a lot of names in it but you get what you paid for.
I bet you it's Blue, I'm fucking calling it right now, I haven't actually been right so far but I know its the truth

>>5692053
>??? Knight: A Knight of the Order of the End (of the lowest rank, a Squire) who managed to convince Emma to not kill herself despite that going against the whole philosophy of her organization- that Magical Girls are already dead. While there was an attempt to recruit her, it was so half-hearted that Emma simply assumed the Knight forgot about her duty until the very last second- right after they parted ways.

>>5692054
I did. When it came out. Last thread. I had no reason to read it since.

>>5692055
>It's a character that was apparently pivotal to Emma not killing herself.
>Never mentioned in any post-skip update.
>Said scene is never brought up.
>Character so relevant she doesn't have a name.
>Two lines at the bottom of the pastebin.
I will admit I forgot that girl existed. But I don't feel bad about it at all. Because I'm not really sure where she came from?
And on that matter, QM, that interaction sounds like a pretty big deal for Emma's character development, and it never got mentioned anywhere? When did it happen?

>>5692065
It's been a thing since first thread, Angel was also just a line in that post, make of that what you will.

>>5692069
>Jimena Gimenez battle theme:
https://youtu.be/1aXrLt9a6eE

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>>5692009
>one of the soundest megucas
>a V-tuber
>a V-tuber
>a V-tuber

>I lack the contextual knowledge to guess what media an 8-year-old orphan in Buenos Aires would be exposed to.
she knows, but she mostly watches normal streamers playing FNAF. she's addicted to that shit, theorycrafts about the lore, once made another kid run away from the orphanage

when and how the fuck does an orphan watch streamers? i've already left clues to this mystery

>that's why I haven't tried "Write-in Dialogue"
she can't even talk, so there's that lawl. but srsly, there's no need. a broad outline is enough

>I was also wondering if that could be why Helen had crimson eyes or if Lumina likes color coordination with hair.
helen, like Rita, is wearing contact lenses. unlike Rita, helen isn't dead set on convincing everyone else that she has heterochromia

as for Jimena, conjunctivitis

>but an 8-year-old thinks themselves immortal
that's usually the case when you haven't seen your whole family explode

>This is an unimportant question, yessiree, but what current season/weather is it in the city?
all of this happens in December, so it's spring in Argentina. that being said, spring is just a second winter in Argentina because the weather is fucked

>>5692028
gotcha. at least the tracking is guarenteed to work

>See I'm not sure what your position on this is, QM, but from my point of view, Emma has no ill will towards Kyubey.
you are right. she doesn't. the little shit give her life meaning. it gave Emma a way to feel like a goodpersonTM and get friends. to emma, the absolutely benign feline just spared her 50 years of being a cat lady

>>5692034
>Or Erika could try very hard to not think about it and lie to Emma. But consequences.
that can't happen because the moment Erika posted it in this thread Emma already became aware of everything. remember, the way the Relay works is that braincells are public. you don't even have to worry about what characters know or don't; outside meta knowledge (like my posts) they know everything already

ok so basically: Emma wants to fuck up the Order

>>5692053
we already have a decently wide lore so don't worry juggling with details. if you forget about them, they'll come out naturally out of the character when the time comes. they can remember too

>>5692054
>It does have a lot of names in it but you get what you paid for.
"i want a big, happy family"

>that interaction sounds like a pretty big deal for Emma's character development
it might just be the single most important interaction Emma ever had with another human being so I thought it was pretty funny to just like throw it in there at the bottom. emma still is tribal against the OoE, but, that does throw a few mixed feelings into the salad

>When did it happen?
right after emmapocalypse

>>5692076
no its this one
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bitH6NZ_e2Q
i can't get past five seconds

that being said, points to Erika for archeology

>>5692229
>ok so basically: Emma wants to fuck up the Order
Well the two main parts of it are:
a. She doesn't want Erika pulling an Operation Paperclip and glossing over attempted guca genocide to fuel her (frankly pretty dumb in Emma's mind) plan to kill an apparently almost omnipotent eldritch cat-thing. The Order should face consequences for, you know, trying to kill or mind-control everyone. Emma doesn't like mind control, part of the reason for her being so averse to using her power in most situations. Emma doesn't particularly want or care to get involved in that process.
b. The guca from the order controlling the toys has directly attacked, attempted to harm and even kill her family. Big mistake. Emma would like a few words with her. Change her mind on some things. Emma can be very convincing like that! Buuuut she's also lucid enough to recognize that she isn't in the best mental state, and that it may be best to fuck off and cool off before doing anything rash she might regret later.

She wants consequences, but doesn't care about fucking them up, and would prefer they don't get genocided back, except maybe for the summoner if she gets the opportunity. But if someone else has killed her by the time Emma comes back, to avenge either a family member or guca killed by the toys or used as part of the toymaking process, she won't care much.

>it might just be the single most important interaction Emma ever had with another human being so I thought it was pretty funny to just like throw it in there at the bottom. emma still is tribal against the OoE, but, that does throw a few mixed feelings into the salad
Yeah. I think I only noticed it when you posted the pastebins in thread 2, not in the thread 1 posts. I get it, use the backstory for plot and character moments hooks. But it also means that since I don't know how it went, I largely ignored its impact, and may continue to do so until that scene is recalled by Emma and brought into the story proper. My main reasoning for Emma-guca not commiting Emma-delete post Emmapocalypse (I don't know how to split that one) was and still is that she didn't want her wish to stop functioning.

Angel being a guca has ironically pulled her back from the brink even further. Without Kyubey's influence, the Imeredale clan might survive losing one child. It won't survive the two of them dying. The family would splinter into blaming each other, and Emma's legacy and perceived self-sacrifice would cease to be. A second death.
And as per usual, Emma wants to keep an eye on Angel to keep her out of trouble, even more so now!

>>5692229
>https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bitH6NZ_e2Q
This is her main theme, what I posted is for when she runs out of ass to eat and starts serving knuckles.
>points to Erika
What can I buy with them?

>>5692252
>plan to kill an apparently almost omnipotent eldritch cat-thing.
I belive I've made it plenty clear that Erika's plan isn't to merely kill Kyubey, but to get his tech and, eventually, to bridge the gap between the space groundhog and humanity and if I need to get Strangelove on board for that then so be it. Granted, it has been some time since last thread when I spelled this out quite clearly.

aight so, bit more clarification

>>5692034
>>Ask Angel to teleport willing Gucas to the Order to put an end to their madness, (and potential heresy).
so basically erika would still be required- but is she okay with this now that emma has a different plan?

>But it also means that since I don't know how it went, I largely ignored its impact, and may continue to do so until that scene is recalled by Emma and brought into the story proper.
this can happen to any of us irl. a wayward memory may turn you around, since the reality no human drags all their memories around like an open book. we forget them too.

>My main reasoning for Emma-guca not commiting Emma-delete post Emmapocalypse (I don't know how to split that one) was and still is that she didn't want her wish to stop functioning.
i did explain it before, the result of her wish will remain after shes gone. only things that constantly require a guca's magic (like a certain mammoth) will vanish when she does. emma was aware of this too, since she doesn't feel her magic in her family
this thing is important and im sure that it will be quoted later

>And as per usual, Emma wants to keep an eye on Angel to keep her out of trouble, even more so now!
implying emma isn't angel main motor for breaking into joints. maybe she wants her shy mirror foster sister to break out of her shell. it's just a theory

>>5692286
>What can I buy with them?
a helen
congratulations

sooooo, im still not sure what's what so i can't post. emma wants to nuke cosplayers and erika wants to befriend them, but each has a piece of the cake; emma has the transport, and erika the location. i think i'll post some helens/ritas/lucindas and let you guys reach an arrangement or something

>>5692499
>a helen
I'll take it, but how much for a helena?

>no human drags all their memories around like an open book.
>laughs in having root access to neurons.


>is she okay with this now that emma has a different plan?
Hmmm...No, I would think that Erika, while comprehending *why* Emma wants revenge, is starting to really question her reliability right now. Regardless, an ultimatum is in order, Emma will either follow through with the plan, or we will continue with the original idea of negotiating via the toy, though my message would have to change as well:
>"Greetings, your location has just been discovered, it is on [insert street name here], the attack constructs you are using have been disabled for now, we have a teleporter on standby and the west faction ready to be deployed with the other factions acting as reserves so do not end the call."
>"I am calling to offer you a deal, the means to locate the alien known as Kyubey in exchange for a ceasefire and the establishment of diplomatic relations. Should your party prove itself truly cooperative, I am willing to increase the scope of the agreement to include other benefits of similar or greater scale for your side."
>"Withhold hostilities and let us meet at [insert nearby cafe or park or something idk I've never been to Argentina] for a discussion in person about the terms of our agreement."
There, just the right amount of thinly-veiled threats and resonable conduct to succeed, I hope. Again, that was if Emma doesn't relent.

>>5692499
>>5692550
ah for fucks sake, guess I'll wait around again then!
>"Alright, you do that, I'll just..."
>ACTION: Approach Pomu Rainpuff. "Hey, hey Pomu, did you bring the stuff?"

>>5692499
>the result of her wish will remain after shes gone
Does that mean the dragon would remain around even if Elira Pendora gets taken out?

>>5692677
its part of her power so probably not. you wanna keep it?

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>>5692678
Yes, Helena thinks a dragon lives in her crimson hair. I'm somewhat surprised +dragon isn't on the interests list.

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oh god oh fuck infodump incoming

everyone down

this is not a drill

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>Now close your eyes. And don’t move. Close your eyes and don’t move, Helen thinks. Should I close my eyes? Should I move?

>ACTIONS:
Ƹ>:
-Shake head no, hit them all with a pout, and mimic a writing motion.
-If given a pen, write questions asking what she intends to do, how she'll seal the powers, and what Blue Gates is.
-If not given a pen, write words on palms using fingers.
-Who are you to Weird Eyes? What is happening? When can I go home? Where are we? Why are you helping?

Yet Helen does not close her eyes, and Helen does move- mostly her cheek as it holds down a big bubble. She is now sitting on one of the many couches scattered around the great hall, surrounded by Lily’s colorful team, most of who talk among themselves about Weird Eyes, who all thought dead long ago. Yet Helen looks around: the alien environment, although elegant makes her shiver.

A the Coordinator, still bent over the eight years old Magical Girl, insists on forcing Helen down on the couch to treat her one last time before the littlest girl reels back. Quietly, Helen shakes her head, then shakes her tiny balled-up fist over her tiny open palm with the same serenity. Although her feelings are deafened, she has to seem annoyed, yet only slightly- Helena knows how this works.

As Helen moves and moves her hands, the Coordinator studies them very intently from behind those glasses as the massive blue ribbon behind her head remains perfectly still.

卌 A: ...you hungry?

That is, in fact, a fact- which Helen instantly concedes by nodding and instantly regrets by shaking her head again. Almost exploding again had left her with no breakfast. She then stretches a single finger as if pointing at something and frantically scratches it against the open palm.

卌 A: You…want… egg pancake.

The little girl rolls her eyes, mildly irritated. She must have been moving her fingers in circles, like how you whisk eggs with a spoon. Helen shakes both head and finger only to find herself drooling

but then again, free food.

and it’s egg pancakes

No!

卌 Super: omg you girls playing charades like i love charade so much let me play like don’t be mean

The rainbow-haired :3-faced girl had just spawned next to them at some point. Instinctively, A shares with Helen a subtle glance of resignation, as if Super was a secret weapon forbidden by the Geneva Convention but she was losing the war.

Facing Super, Helen repeats the hand motions- without the circles.

卌 Super: fidgeting! cross! treasure map! Eggs! did i win? what did i win? palm!

Helen shakes her head way too fast, honest-to-goodness annoyed. She changes strategy by holding her fingers over her open palm in the same way she’d hold an invisible pen, then gently, geeeently writes ‘I’m writing’ with it on the surface of her hand.

卌 Super: cat walking on the street! cat licking its paw! all dogs go to heaven! capitalism!

Now seriously fucking angry, Helen slaps herself on the forehead and then, in a flash of genius, writes on it with a single finger with wide strokes. Result: A-Chan swipes a handkerchief against her forehead. Witnessing the littlest girl’s dismay, the Coordinator winks.

I don’t want to grow up, Helen thinks.

Splashed in the face with a silver lining, Helen finally notices the ringed notepad A has always been carrying around under her arm this whole time. She lunges at it, politeness now a distant forethought, but when she tries to take it off the plain-looking Coordinator she finds the notepad firmly glued to A's right hand. This is what happens when a stoppable force meets an immovable object- yet Helen is still tugging it towards her.

卌 A: Let go. Now.

Scared by that earnestly serious tone, Helen remembers those months of harsh, lonely training (back when she had to teach herself how to talk). Helen then suddenly stops tugging on the notepad, and since A was tugging it as well and the little girl never let go of it, Helen ends up pushed against A. Who, vexed, with Helen resting against her, doesn't do much more than blink.

Now hugging the Coordinator, the little girl half her size goes for the ear, which is hidden somewhere under all that violet hair.

But nothing comes out.

Surprised, Helen meekly lets the serious Coordinator push her back. But when Helen tries to hug her again, this time slowly, A lets her

But nothing comes out.

Over and over, next to that ear, Helen tries to talk but nothing comes out. Pushing herself away from the Coordinator’s slender body, flat like a ruler, Helen looks at A in the eye again and tries to at least whisper but nothing comes out.

And she finally breaks in tears.

卌 A: Crap-

卌 Super: omg lily! A made someone cry again!

卌 A: Would you like some tea? Yes, you want tea. Come with me.

And just like that, A drags Helen away.

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The place where A kept her thermos and mate was just like any other spot in the great hall, which is a wide open space. The true difference is that right now they are sitting on the mushy carpet on the floor, so the height of the couches around them is enough to hide even their heads. A sips boiling water infused with yerba mate through the mate straw, Helen sips her tears as she stares at the tea. Nobody talks.

Months alone learning to talk again, and now Helen can’t even whisper. The tears also come out alone, with no cries to help them. Helen wishes she was pretending like usual... but the reality that her voice isn’t coming out is indeed very real, and the possibility that those many months of secret solitary training have been wasted, that all those throat injuries left her nothing, is sinking into her chest like a cold knife.

But when Helen looks at her chest, it’s A’s notepad that she finds, not a knife. The teenager is giving her a worried look, shhhhhing Helen repeatedly almost with desperation although the little girl is making no sound at all. Eyes kinda red, Helen wipes out the snot with the back of her arm and takes the notepad, which has a blue pen inside its rings. Hand shaking a bit, Helen takes it and writes on the empty page.

The blue pen has no ink.

As she screams in silence, A snatches the notepad back and almost instantly gives it back after scribbling in it with another pen that she took out of her hair. Helen finds the scribbles on the page, and A hands her the sweaty pen.

It works.

Maybe she’s just tired, Helen thinks. Maybe this is temporary. Helen draws in silence, allowing herself to not think for if only a minute. She then shows A her drawing, which includes a message:

“You fucking dumbass”

It's a surprisingly accurate drawing of herself pointing at the reader. Holding it with the other hand, the real Helen herself points at A as well.

>Asks what she intends to do, how she'll seal the powers, and what Blue Gates is.

Helen’s cheek burns with a healthy red, like a tomato, as A-Chan, arms crossed, stares at her like a greek statue. Regardless, it wasn't half as bad as when the caretakers took care of her. Afraid to look up, Helen writes on the page with big, thick letters.

“What do you want to do to me?”

卌 A: Teach you manners.

“I heard the pretty woman tell you to do something to me.”

卌 A: I see. You were pretending to be asleep. You did need those manners.

Damn. A clears her throat ceremoniously.

卌 A: Stop me if you get lost: this will be long. What you are now is a Magical Girl. This is what we call ourselves. But do not let that pretty name deceive you. In all the concerns that truly matter, being a Magical Girl is much worse than anyone would think.

Helen just nods. Being a Magical Girl sounds awesome.

卌 A: You become a Magical Girl when an Incubator grants you a wish. Incubators look like white cats or weasels, they can talk, some have rings. When you become a Magical Girl you acquire a magical power that is based on your wish.

Helen remembers Kyubey. Then she nods again, obediently, albeit with some lingering, burning resentment.

卌 A: Magical powers sometimes work automatically. Something is automatic when it does something regardless of whether you asked it to or not, like digesting food. Based on your wish, you might be automatically attempting to move something that is known as the ‘chain of cause consequence’. This may be somewhat complicated for such a little girl to understand but, if that is the case, then you are losing all of your energy by automatically attempting to move that chain and failing repeatedly.

Yet Helen understands since she already knew what ‘automatic’ meant. At least she thinks that she does.

卌 A: I want to take away your powers so that they stop acting out automatically. It’s not happening right now only because magic does not work inside this tower.

“How will you seal my powers?”

卌 A: By tinkering with that little gem in the ring on your finger. That is your Soul Gem. It’s where your soul is stored right now. Treat it with all the care in the world. If it breaks, you will die.

...Helen goes wide-eyed. It's not like the bad guys at the movies say. "Die! Die!"- no. There was... something organic, something simple in the way A mentioned it. It was as if it was normal.

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“What is the Blue Gates?”

卌 Sunny: The Blue Gates is an ancient clan of Magical Girls.

Both jolt up at the serene description. Sunny, instead, simply sits on her knees, keeping that lukewarm smile intact.

卌 A: A clan is a large group of people with a common goal. Many individuals that want to do the same thing.

卌 Sunny: That is so. The Blue Gates are, say, ‘friends’ with Incubators like Kyubey. They protect them and help them scout for potential candidates who could be Magical Girls. Like you…

Glancing directly at Helen, Sunny can’t help but squint like she smelled something foul.

卌 Sunny: ...usually not as young as you, do mind. The clan of the Blue Gates firmly believes that being a Magical Girl is a noble thing, that it is something that should be encouraged, and celebrated by everyone- an honor.

“Are they the good ones?”

Sunny deflates elegantly.

卌 Sunny: ...I wish it was that simple.

“Who are you to Weird Eyes?”

卌 A: Weird Eyes is a Coordinator, a Magical Girl without magic powers that has... been taught some secrets. I am the same. I am a Coordinator. The truth is that any Magical Girl can be a Coordinator, but we, the Coordinators, only teach our secrets to Magical Girls born without magic. This is to give them something to make up for their lack of magical powers. Something they can offer that others don't already have- a means of survival.

A pushes her glasses back against the bridge of her nose.

卌 A: As for your question, Weird Eyes was the one who taught me such secrets, right when I was in dire need of them. We… see things differently, but do know that, weird as she seems, that woman means well. Her nickname doesn’t need any explanation, I bet.

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“Why are her eyes like that?”

卌 A: Weird Eyes’s wish was to be perfect, which is a wish that can’t be granted. Like yours. Hardly anyone notices, but it’s not only her eyes that are ‘weird’, every bit of her is ‘weird’ in that way as well. I can’t explain it. I think it can’t be explained.

卌 Sunny: I fail to find an explanation myself.

A seems to trail off, lost in thought, squinting at the floor.

卌 A: You must have heard your mother or father say that ‘perfection is in the eye of the beholder’. What they meant by that is that everyone likes different things. With that wish, your friend tried to be liked by everyone at the same time, and the result was that she looks like how most think a ‘perfect woman’ would be.

Helen bounces her finger over the same page. “Why are her eyes like that?”

卌 A: It’s complicated, so the explanation is complicated too. Learn patience, it's the mother of all virtues. The working theory- what most of us currently believe, that is- is that most people have a similar view of how a perfect body would look like, but that nobody agrees on how the perfect eyes would look like. So her eyes are like that.

“Why does she have a nickname instead of a name?”

卌 A: Because she used to be brave. Too brave.

Helen doesn't know what that means, but she's dizzy enough already. She should have just taken that egg pancake.

“When can I go home?”

卌 A: If everything works out well, tomorrow. We have a plan. You’ll be seeing the old folks in no time, trust in this lady.

She points at herself, smiling a bit. That ‘lady’ just turned half her face into a red balloon.

卌 Sunny: And you may trust me too. This will be over before you notice. I'd take advantage of the situation and make a lot of friends.

While that doesn't seem like bad advice, the wording makes Helen wonder if there might be a reason for her to not do the same. After all, she does loo strange.

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“Where are we?”

卌 A: The Violet Tower, a magical place. You will hear Lily over there calling it the ‘Tower of Peace’, but at this point she’s the only one so just let her talk to herself. Currently, this might be the safest place on the planet- for us Magical Girls. You are safe here.

Helen just continues to stare, puzzled.

卌 A: I see, you need more details to believe. That’s a healthy habit. This will sound like straight out of a fairy tale, but get used to it. The walls all around us are protected by shadows, and those shadows act like portals to outer space. That is where the stars and the sun are. This is not a joke. The Violet Tower was created with something called ‘non-euclidean architecture’ that you don’t need to understand, but what you do need to understand is that it works very differently than any other house or tower. When you get close to something, it looks bigger, doesn’t it?

Helen nods.

卌 A: The Violet Tower looks bigger the further away you are from it. From the outside, it looks bent over, but look up: it isn’t from the inside. In many other ways, this place

Helen remembers the first time she stared at the Violet Tower, and it was the first time she had ever laid eyes on something magical. And it was big, intimidating, elegant, and, to her, marvelous- it was proof that life can be like an anime.

“Why are you helping?”

卌 A: Because it’s my duty.

Helen waits for the follow-up, but it never comes. What a dull reason, then; what does duty even /mean/? She used to have cleaning duty back at the orphanage and she hated every minute of it, mostly because she also kept doing it all wrong. Many ended up blackmailed just so she could stay away from it, and most of those were baffled by the reason- not like Helen cares as long as she doesn't have to do it.

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卌 A: Tell me your name.

Taken aback by having to be the one to answer questions, Helen draws her name as pretty as she could.

"Helena."

卌 Sunny: Such a pretty name. Your parents must hold you dearly, sweetheart.

Ignoring that, Helen continues to scribble.

"I have a dragon in my hair."

And she flicks it just to make the point. A and Sunny glance at each other quietly.

卌 Sunny: That's nice, sweetie.

卌 Cordoba on a megaphone or something: TIME TO COME BACK, EVERYONE. COME BACK! FACTION LEADERS, BITE EVERYONE THAT ISN'T COMING BACK RIGHT NOW. IT'S PERFECTLY LEGAL TO BITE IF THEY AREN'T COMING BACK!

卌 Sunny: I have been preparing for this event for too long, and it's going by so fast. It is a bit disheartening, how fast time flows.

卌 A: At this point, Miss Sunday Morning, just having it flow is more than I can ask.

Sunny glances at Helen.

卌 Sunny: Are you ready to make friends?

The little girl does not answer. It doesn't matter if she's ready or not. Inside her head, at least five have already arrived. She'd puke, but there's nothing in her belly. Both A and Sunny notice her bending over.

卌 A: She has been connected to the Magical Relay. We had to.

Sunny hugs Helen tightly against her chest.

卌 Sunny: Focus on the beating of my heart. I'll cover your ears and it will be easier. Big sister Sunny will not be leaving.

Too much is going on at once.
Too much.

*thump thump*

V-tubers.

*thump thump*

Mammoth.

*thump thump*

Repressed lesbians.

*thump thump*

Featuring Dante from the Devil May Cry Series.

*thump thump*

Mein Kampf.

*thump thump*

...

After a while, it did get easier. By that point, Helen was latched onto Sunny like a flea.

Right. Everyone will be coming back soon. All of the Magical Girls. This place will be flooded by them, and the Toys of the Order of the End will surround it once more- and from then on, it will become a battle of attrition.

And I still have my powers, Helen thinks.

>?

>>5692813
>"FOR FUCKS SAKE, LILY! I DID NOT CONSENT TO THIS!"
Why do we gotta have all the basket cases in one place.
Oh hey Erika, you are seeing this? Put it on the schedule, you know what I'm talking about.

>I don’t want to grow up, Helen thinks.
There's just dark humor around all the corners. Almost as bad as Helen liking explosions and then almost exploding herself.
>“You fucking dumbass”
These are the three words every magical girl will eventually have thrown at them.
>Being a Magical Girl sounds awesome.
I mean, Weird Eyes phrased it as being a Witch Hunter, and it was what Helen stated she wanted to be. Magical Girl and Witch Hunter have very different connotations than when one hears the word Magical Girl; at least, in my opinion, Witch Hunter sounds metal as hell and is more likely to meet a gloriously grisly end.
>Weird Eyes is a fucking Platonic ideal.
Christ almighty, that's a concept. She ain't a natural one in every respect of the word. And that's coming from the one who wanted control over cause and effect.
>Forced Relay Connection
Well, at least Helen has the radio of sorts now. Though now is connected to the quintet.
>Soul gem in a ring on the finger
I was wondering where that was for Helen.

>>5692813
>Accept the sealing of power.
>Ask for food.
>Ask how many people will be coming, magical girls and whatever these Toys are.
>Mingle with those present. Friends are to be made.

Heavens above, Helen has arrived on the eve of a coming battle. Well time to see if there'll be a golden path out of this for her. It's all in the timing and direction. That or hitching a ride out of this joint via Emma and Angel.

Bit worried about Helen having to stay here until tomorrow as that'll mean she'll be missing from the orphanage.
Guess I'll addon this action then. >>5692826
>Ask if they could get some sort of excuse sent to the orphanage so Helen doesn't get in trouble.
I sure hope it ain't a school night.

>>5692828
Take it from your BIG SIS RITA, um, k-kid: school? It's for FOOLS! F. U. L. E. S. FOOLS!

>>5692832
Okay Rit, just because you dropped out of high-school doesn't mean everyone has to.

aight guys I was considering letting it pass cuz Rita rolled a 99 con roll she won't even use but then I remembered I have to be a bad person because I QM

thing is, you guys are ziplining like a missile towards a guy that is just walking on a rope. you both agreed to scoop this guy up but I forgot to ask for the roll

so, at the speed you are going:

凸: m5 dex to save this guy
ರೃ: m5 dex to save this guy

as long as one of you gets it, it's good enough. unless you have a plan, just roll away. im already writing

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Rolled 80 (1d100)

>>5693328
You sadistic son of a bitch... alright, here goes...
>>5693146
I was taught by the STREET! Lots of cool heroes do it!

>>5693337
damn, you are on a roll

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>>5693342
Fufufu~don't let my appearance deceive you! Within me beats the heart... of a DEMON!