The Archive:Meguca Royale: https://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive.html?tags=meguca+royaleFatale Albion: https://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive.html?tags=fatale+albionI'll just call it 'Clover and Friends and Hermione' until Miharu comes up with a cool name: https://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive.html?tags=Madoka%20Magica%20Rising:%20RevengeanceWarning:Madoka Magica spoilers. Do NOT read any of this if you haven't watched the original anime series. If little girls in frilly suits shooting pink lasers give you cringe, fucking swallow it and watch it you weak-ass motherfucker. It has great moral values. Suck it up.And if you still have balls left, read Magia Record.And if you still draw breath, play Magia Exedra and farm Cristalis for me.INTRO (don’t skip this)◕ Meguca Royale is a fixed multiplayer quest based on Puella Magi Madoka Magica. We will not be using famous vTuber characters as stand-ins for NPC Magical Girls, except maybe for Salome because I grew too attached.◕ Candidates will pitch in their character ideas following the format below and we'll pick, together, the three players for this quest. If you intend to give this a go, consider that joining this quest would be a responsibility. If you don't have the time or energy, you can always just sit back and enjoy lurking.◕ The story follows Kano Yazaki, a nordic obese man who spent his days jacking off to magical girl hentai at his sister's garage. One day, he met an actual, wounded Magical Girl- and learning about their world terrified him. Decided to completely change his life around, Kano is dead set on proving that the magic his videos show on Twitter isn't AI generated CGI and goes around doing interviews, leaving only his weight behind on his travels. However, his life takes yet another unexpected twist when he discovers that some people use the wishes of Magical Girls for their own benefit.◕ Altough multiplayer, this quest is designed to continue despite the lack of input from all players. Because of capitalism, this quest will likely update at irregular intervals.
STUFF (you can skip this)◕ 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.Unless it’s Lucinda (but, she ain't here! Isn't she?).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.◕ You can find the mechanics related to chargen in the document attached. Just pause a lot.◕ FAQ:Q: How does this multiplayer quest thing work?A: Pretty much like every other quest or even like every other Dungeons and Dragons campaign, but with more Magical Girls and more bullshit overall. I post something in which a situation is presented. The players of the characters involved come up with an action. We negotiate the rolls involved. The players roll, Lucinda pops some balloons with her scythe, and then I present to you the aftermath. Like in D&D there are stats involved for every type of action, with a few more that come with the setting.Q: Is Osaka ever coming back? Will we ever find out what the fuck was that thing Rin turnet into?A: i dunnoQ: Buenos Aires. Osaka. Mini. I'm so curious about how you gonna drop the quest this time, like totally willing to invest myself in your autism. Your long-term-turbo-loli-fanfics have devolved into just turbo-loli-fanfics with meaningless world building and actions without consequences. Eat shit.A: fuck you bitch ass fuckers asshole ill fuck your mom ass face fucker ill beat your ass motherfucker fuckface fight me 1v1 bthich (in smash bros ultimate because you'll beat my ass otherwise)Q: Last time, it was six months. This time, it was a whole-ass year. Should I just treat this quest as a one-shot and write the end of BA myself? I even forgot the plot.A: hey it ain't easyQ: Will the Mental Condiitons document from BA ever be relevant? Even after all these years?A: yeah you just gotta believe, it aint that hard!Q: Bigguca is coming back.A: why do you think I even write theseQ: What happens if a player drops because life/got bored/etc?A: The character they were playing becomes an NPC until they come back if they ever do.Q: I miss playing with my guca.A: i'm honestly sorry you feel that wayQ: I jack off to megucas.A: Hey, I won't judge; I'm into maids myself, with the exception of Rabi Himuro. But, we don't do that here. Right off the bat, I'll have to disappoint my fellow coomer brethren, since I can't see magical girls like that at all. We do a lot of handholding here though!
CHARGEN (if you want to play):◕ In Madoka Magica, normal girls are offered the opportunity to make a wish, any wish, in exchange of becoming a Magical Girl that has to fight Witches. Besides your stats and background, you get to choose what your character wished for. A Magical Girl's powers are related to the nature of their wish; players don't get to choose the power directly.◕ Participants from Fatale Albion or Clover and Friends and Hermione are banned! And yes; this includes their runners- focus on your quests, you two! Fresh meat more than welcome, and so are old players from previous quests.◕ The format for the request will be as following:-Name: (Write your shameless little girl self-insert name here.)-Appareance: (Write how your weird-ass menhera will look like. clothing descriptions are more than welcome.)-Quirks: (Give her a little personality here. Examples are very welcome. This space is vague intentionally; just write what comes to mind. Feel free to be extense, but beware: simplicity has power.)-Stats: (You get 14 points to spend however you like, distributed amongst these stats, with each stat capping at 5. Every stat starts at 1.)£ Physical Affinity: Your influence on the physical world. How much you can manipulate it.λ Magical Affinity: Your magical influence. How much you can do with yours.彡 Dexterity: Your precision and speed.メ Perception: How much information you can garner from your senses.⸫ Wisdom: How you use information to understand others.π Intelligence: How you use information to pull out some bullshit I have to spend five hours googling to either justify or refute, and yes I'm talking about you Erika.ღ Charisma: How much you know about how to convince others by presentation alone.φ Mind: Your composure. How vulnerable you are to fear and despair.Ω Constitution: Your physical composure. Because a strong mind is nothing without a body to sustain it.-Wish: (The single most important part of anyone. Completely context-dependant.)Also, a drawing of your character would be nice! Don't worry, every character is a rip-off always.◕ This time, the chargen comes with some specific restrictions:-Age has to be between 11 and 13.-Must like an animal. Insects are ok too.◕ And unlike in previous quest, there will be a secret twist to this procedure this time...◕ Nobody ever cares about this, but fair warning: I henceforth reserve the right of using your character later on in this series should I please with or without your permission./ 人◕ ‿‿ ◕人＼: Thread open!
>>6327839Oh HOWL yes! Always good to see the Meguca Royale disease spread. I'll be keeping an eye on this one!For prospective players: this shit is fun. Definitely sign up
>>6327839Last time, it was six months. This time, it was a whole-ass year. Should I just treat this quest as a one-shot and write the end of BA myself? I even forgot the plot.
but more seriouslywhat the fuuuuuuck we're so fucking backthis guy is the author of peak fictionhis stuff is why life is worth living and words are worth reading, just to be able to experience the pure heights of kinono pressure holding up to that praise :P
>>6327829Holy shit. The progenitor himself has returned to give us peak fiction.>A: hey it ain't easyYou can say that again.I will now return to the Cursed Land of Albion. Good luck everyone, you'll need it!
-Name: Kuruumi Fubuka-Appearance: literally clownpiece, uses magic to turn herself blonde-Quirks: spacey little autist that is constantly humming or singing to herself. cheerful. likes geese for their cute honks and visits them in the park often.-Stats: £ Physical Affinity: 2λ Magical Affinity: 1彡 Dexterity: 3メ Perception: 2 ? Wisdom: 1 π Intelligence: 1ღ Charisma: 3 φ Mind: 5Ω Constitution: 5 (eagle screech)-Wish: I wish I could go to America!
>>6327836>A: hey it ain't easyI feel that one with my soul (which is currently angry at my brain/itself for being one week into the latest "daily" update for my quest with zero words written.)>Q: I miss playing with my guca.I want to say I do, because Ii still think about Buenos Aires a fair bit, but then I realize if it somehow comes back I need to reread everything I'd missed plus the previous quest for background on...Hush, was it? And considering how I'm doing these days, it would take ages.But it's good to see you around QM, and in presumably in good enough health to launch yourself at this again. Though guessing that means your dreams of employment have been crushed again?
>>6328293cute and valid! but>uses magic to turn herself blondemagical girls don't get to pick their magical powers since those are a consequence of their wishes. maybe she's just a natural blondie?>>6328001>>6328280>peak fiction>a multi trillionaire who is desperately trying to create the perfect dildo>vTubers>mammoth that purrsnaah! im just fucking around and having fun like any of you. the hype is appreciated though!>>6327840desu like for real, it feels so weird that we have like three threads now>>6328305>but then I realize if it somehow comes back I need to reread everythingas someone who takes details and continuity dead seriously, this haunts me as well>I feel that one with my souldon't be too angry at your brain; you may be using it too much. im often so burned out from my job that writing becomes hard>Though guessing that means your dreams of employment have been crushed again?nyeth! i'm already two solid years into my job and going steady, which is why i'm daring to write one of these again. i may not have the same time and energy as before, but let's see what i can do with what i can spareand im actually super happy to see you popping up, emmanon. i recall the quest was hard to read for you because of how i write, but you stuck till the end despite it all
>>6328310Sure, I thought I remembered someone changing their eye color in the show but that was infinity years ago that I watched it.
>>6328310Well, well, well, if it isn't my second most favorite argentinian in the world. There are a few things taking my attention nowadays but I might cook you up a meguca if needed, just for old times' sake.
>>6328334did the fucking secure trips get remixed? goddammit
>>6328325hey if you can find the source i'll suck it up and make it a standard power for everyone. that wasn't a general ability as far as I know>>6328334lmao so im happy to still see the jime even after so long. you are totally more than welcome to guca, encouraged even. i never finished ba after all
>>6327839Name: Ellie TeegardenAppearance: Nordic as fu-ehem, unnaturally pale due to her star's low luminosity. Pitch black hair. Big eyes with bigger sunglasses because hot damn the sun is beautiful but damn if it's not bright. Fashioned the suit(Sokol-1) of an unknown, lost cosmonaut into a sort of dress to go above her sci-fi plugsuit, making her look a weeb. She has a sachel with memorabilia from other planets, it's mostly rocks.Quirks: Alien(Ayy Lmao) from Teegarden's Star b. Loves BIG suns, since the one back home is a wittle red star that makes her think of almost all stars as BIG suns. Learned the languages of the Earth from the Voyager probe. Has a sweet tooth. A bit sad all planets so far were lifeless or had just microbes, Earth is her first with complex life. Likes tardigrades. Liked gardening in her homesietch and has some seeds and mushroom spores with her, waiting for the right Ph and moisture.£ Physical Affinity: 3λ Magical Affinity: 5彡 Dexterity: 2メ Perception: 3? Wisdom: 1π Intelligence: 3ღ Charisma: 2φ Mind: 3Ω Constitution: 1-Wish: I wish to travel the stars!good to see you back.
>>6328494hmmm, thing about this one is that you are already assuming her actual wish got granted and that it worked as intended. this is interesting because I never thought to ask if the new gucas are newbies or already fully fledged and in the later stages of their life lawl, that was always something that was decided afterwardsbut, i'm willing to work with this one- as long as we go from the point were she just asked her wish. she didn't travel the stars yet; all we have yet is her overall characteristics. and am gonna need a LOT of context for Ellie, cause i'd be fucked if I thought we were gonna have an actual fucking guca alien lmao (WHICH ARE ACTUALLY CANON, SRSLY). so; where does Ellie come from? how come she looks like a human? what does she eat? how does her planet work? and most importantly to me: how is her personality? just bring in all the data. you got your work cut for you anon ayy lmaoaltough after giving it some thought, you can leave all or some of the space bullshit to me. it could be fun. just fill the blanks that you want- but I /do/ want her personality crystal clear
>>6328621>thatfilename.jpgLol, lmao ;)>as long as we go from the point were she just asked her wishSure thing, I thought it would be funny to have a guca wish to travel through space only to learn that 99.9% of things out there are dusty and lifeless and boring until she stumbled on Earth, but giving more thought into this is fun.>where does Ellie come from?Teegarden b, or Teegarden's Star b, which is an actual exoplanet 12.5 light years away from Earth: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Teegarden's_Star_b . If you're asking about Ellie specifically then she'd ask her mom and dad who would say the storkbats delivered her to them. Are they lying? She wouldn't know, but she trusts her parents, both of whom were teachers of particle physics.>how come she looks like a human?The human form is just that good. Nimble fingers, big skull to store the brain social activities, etc. Where Ellie strays away from the human for is in the fact that she's pale as a ghost, her sun is a red dwarf with 1% of our Sun's light, she's white as a ghost. She also has big beautiful eyes... big beautiful and colorblind eyes since Teegarden's star is a red dwarf, with little blue light, she sees the world in variations of red with a bit of yellow and infrared at close distances. She is also much more resistant to radiation, her DNA's telomeres being adapted to the higher amount of radiation her planet is bombarded with due to the smaller distance from the star to it. Ellie would find the dogs at Chernobyl wonderful pets is she knew of them. She would also get a bad tan were she to stay too long in the Earth's sun without any sort of protection.
>>6328731>what does she eat? Agriculture on Teegarden b is based on plant-equivalent organisms with Bacteriochlorophyll. Ellie would be eating her blacks or purples rather than her greens. O2 is produced by colonies of symbiotic organisms in shallow seas, beaches, and surface currents in the ocean, where they mix and match multiple chemical processes as to release O2. Violet plants similar to cauliflowers and water lilies are as common as potatoes and tomatoes, while their bread equivalent is black and comes from beans. Meat cuisine is based a lot on fish. Though normally eating food you're not evolved to can be dangerous due to differences in enzymes, Ellie and her species have the advantage of a special function of their digestive track which, to account for numerous mutations from the radiation, have special enzymes who act similar to prions in folding the base elements of food into more easily digestible forms.>how does her planet work?Teegarden b would be considered shadowy and cool to a visitor from Earth. The seas are considered dangerous, with traditional religions there placing their equivalent to Hell deep underwater where no light may reach, though the lack of a moon make the oceans waves milder than on Earth, fishers have enjoyed a good standing due to that. The calendar is a mess because the planet's orbit around the sun(the year) takes only 4.91 Earth days and I spent too much thinking about it without a clear idea forming, not to mention that we don't know if Teegarden b rotates around its own axis or if its tidally locked, though it bring about the fact that Ellie at the earliest, at 11 Earth years, would be 1296 Teegardenian years old. Teegardeners are organized in many nations, having transitioned from a clan-like social structure to modern nation states due to the industrial revolution allowing for greater food production. A recent military detente has shifted planet politics towards a space race. Ellie and her generation grew up in a time of peace and prosperity, with the past looming figures of war or poverty farther away than her parents had to grow up with. She is a baby boomer-equivalent
>>6328732How Ellie made her wishWhat do you get what do you get when you cross childlike-wonder, a can-do attitude and a sky where the stars are almost as bright as the sun? Why, you can Elyhh Tiga'R'Denn("Sunrise Song of Beans"), or Ellie Teegarden. Running over the lichens trying to catch a bettledrake with her best friend, making crab costumes for her and her schoolmates to after learning about carcinisation, spending hours just looking at the salamantoads crossing the road by while at geology camp... treasured memories she would often bring out to break the monotony at the new town she and her family moved to. Well, town is a bit much, 8 large buildings out in the middle of nowhere with a shared large basement, at least the stars above were nice. Out there were a lot of adults, all working for 'something very important' said mother. "We're not the only family here, go play with the other kids" father encouraged her, but the new friendships she hoped to make were brittle, and she dearly missed her old ones. One day, when many adults left for an experiment, she convinced her fellow kids to go explore the Town's underground. They slipped into a tunnel with many colourful cables, under, over, and even through all kinds of machines with all kinds of symbols, some from chemistry, some from math, an atom like in her textbooks, but with the colours inverted, Ellie noted one. The led them into a large open room, in the middle of which a rocket imposed on the space. "My parents are cosmonauts!" She thought with pride swelling inside "They are working to explore space." and suddenly her new town seemed a bit brighter. That, however, did not last long. Her parents were shocked when she told them she wants to be a cosmonaut too, while the men in military uniforms playing security footage of her and the rest of the kids inside the facilities were angry. Her new friends blamed her, the adults seemed to agree, her parents fell in line with that conclusion too. It was in such dreary surroundings she though "I still want to be a cosmonaut, I wish to travel the stars" and a small pink-white cabbit answered....I hope this helps with Ellie's personality, I didn't want to just list some traits after the ramblings about her planet. I also hope to have left you enough wiggle room in case you want to change things.
>>6328310>don't be too angry at your brain; you may be using it too much. im often so burned out from my job that writing becomes hardYeah, I have to keep telling myself that. Glad to hear you're still gainfully employed QM! I had some unstable patches myself, hence why I launched myself into qming a new quest, and now I don't want to flake but my brain is strung too taut. Too many creative endeavors on top of a full-time job does that to someone, turns out.>and im actually super happy to see you popping up, emmanon. i recall the quest was hard to read for you because of how i write, but you stuck till the end despite it allNot sure how much praise I deserve for that, but thanks all the same. It's always good to see QMs pop back up, even if they don't end up running anything, especially after Axis.So yeah, between my brain still being rather soupy and my quest not having had a non-diceroll update in...about two weeks, I don't think I'm up for guca shenanigans for now, sorry. Best of luck with your running, and to your future players as well, though!
>Sure thing, I thought it would be funny to have a guca wish to travel through space only to learn that 99.9% of things out there are dusty and lifeless and boring until she stumbled on Earth, but giving more thought into this is fun.that totally works yet>both of whom were teachers of particle physics.so basically their society is much like ours with some differences>The human form is just that good.so she just looks like us and has our same complexion? no distintict physical features whatsoever? only a girl that's very more pale? also what color are her eyes?>have special enzymes who act similar to prions in folding the base elements of food into more easily digestible forms.what kind of uses could this have? could she eat stuff that we can't eat? also this whole thing about the O2 is pretty interesting>Ellie at the earliest, at 11 Earth years, would be 1296 Teegardenian years oldgod damn they don't even need rollercoasters with their planet so close to their sun>She is a baby boomer-equivalentso she thinks everything is cool and easy because the previous generation, traumatized by war, spoiled rotten the new one to spare it the shit they had to endure themselves. noted!>One day, when many adults left for an experiment, she convinced her fellow kids to go explore the Town's underground.dad is gone, im bored, let's convince everyone to explore the likely dangerous dungeons. this is good enough lawl>I hope this helps with Ellie's personality, I didn't want to just list some traits after the ramblings about her planet. I also hope to have left you enough wiggle room in case you want to change thingsit's perfect! thanks for taking the time. this is too much of an unique case so all this stuff helps>>6328764> Too many creative endeavors on top of a full-time job does that to someone, turns out.creating is work, after all. there's no point in sowing if you are too tired to reap. trying to have too much fun isn't that fun. sometimes just doing nothing and staring at the ceiling is more productive than printing money>I don't think I'm up for guca shenanigans for now, sorry.as long as you are having fun somewhere somehow that's totally fine. feel free to fuck around regardless if you feel like :D
Welcome back based QM and hi to based megucas on the board! I have been voraciously reading archived meguca quests(now on Albion) since bumping into Clover and co. on qst. The meguca suffering is addicting and my metaphorical soul gem goes bright and dim like a kid playing with a variable light switch along with the quest.I would like to join but since I have only rolled a few dice on this board I would need some handholding on playing the game. Is that okay with other megucas on the ride or I just dump my shameless self insert chargen and let everyone decide? [spoilers]Also I am shamelessly stealing time from work in UTC+8 so the chargen is not going to be ready until half a day later[/spoilers]
>>6328868I would just dump what you got and see if it sticks, my fellow menhera. Welcome to the shit
>>6328868go for it, half the fun from BA was failing and learning alongside the other gucas. here's a tip, highlight the text you wanna spoiler and press control+s
>>6328868sure, knock yourself out. qst is pretty quiet lately and so is the thread, so take your time. and as jime just said, we charged blind into first BA thread and just winged it along the way- half the mechanics I came up with have yet to be used lawl
- Name: Sammie Chan- Appearance: Typical Asian with average looks(without smartass glasses). Short build for a 12 year old. Thick, somehow messy straight brown-black hair that reaches just below the shoulder.- Quirks: Typical Asian parents wanted Sammie grow up smart so they made her read a lot, very lots of books since young. When young she said she wanted to become a vet thinking that their job is to play with animals, her parents started reading her picture books with the most famous mouse, famous bears, famous ponies, famous dragons… Now she still love stories, but she wants to be the one to pen down the vivid chronicles of her self-insert protagonists in an imaginary world. One of her older grown up cousins owns a bearded dragon, and her encounter with it made her love scaly critters, which terrified her parents when she asked for snakes as a pet.£ Physical Affinity: 2λ Magical Affinity: 4彡 Dexterity: 3メ Perception: 4? Wisdom: 2π Intelligence: 2ღ Charisma: 1φ Mind: 2Ω Constitution: 2Wish: I want to transform into characters I create when I want!Also incoming datadump
>>6328989The stories she have written down (in plot, character sheets, images drawn) so far:A world full of bipedal dragons (think dragonborn from D&D) and pokemon-ish dragons -Bipedal dragons(which come in different races and roughly human sized) could link their souls with the pokemon-ish dragons, so that their body can partially transform with the qualities of the pokemon-ish dragons to fight!The story main character is Barras the solar dragon wanting to find the progenitor of dragons as pilgrimage, and his rival Klarver the crow dragon towards the same goal, however with the intention to find ways to remove the ability for dragons to link souls.Solar dragons are generally cream coloured with white underparts, with a short tail connecting the wings that act as a solar sail in flight. Could inherently control light like solar beams. Their home is in the 3rd planet, the desert planet.Crow dragons are iridescent black feathered dragons with a stealthy build. They soar with vulturine wings and could hide itself by gathering black mist that light could not penetrate. Their home planet is the 6th planet, the windswept planet.A world that is basically run-of-the-mill isekai -Main character reincarnated as a human girl, which could only draw partial abilities of her former self. Her past life is a centaur shaman, Taravia, thousands years ago that upholds the secret of the time-piercing spear amongst the myriad of beastmen tribes. She was killed when the spirits and the elves invaded into the dimension for more psychic energy to feed on. Now she swears to retrieve the forgotten spear and turn back time to rally beastmen against the invaders.
>>6328832>so she just looks like us and has our same complexion?Due to living in an environment with less light, her ears would be more complex to better pick up noises at great distances. She would also be able to move her ears like you'd do with your eyebrows to focus her hearing on one specific direction or to do that thing that owls do where their ears are not symetrical so they pick up a noise's location by which ear hears it first much better than humans. Yes, that also makes her more vulnerable to loud noises. It's totally your call if they are pointy or cat-like or what else. Her eyes are some big saucers that see good at medium and short distances, though she is colourblind, seeing the world in reds, a bit of yellow and infrared if you're close enough. They look like snake eyes but without the long and narrow pupil(hers is circular like a human's). Her hair is pretty dense, it's custom to her homeland to keep it shorter when you're an adult because cleaning it takes too much time you could spend doing other things. She is on the shorter side compared to humans since TGb's gravity is 1.1 that of Earth. Her inner working probably differ a bit from a human's in a way making visits to the doctor a very, very interesting experience but I'm not knowledgeable enough in anatomy to tell you exactly how, probably different-but-close-enough mechanisms in her endocrin system and brain structure, maybe she moves weird since her muscles aren't 1:1 of a human's, she probably also smells funny.>what kind of uses could this have? could she eat stuff that we can't eat?She could eat a lot of poisoned plants, but toxic chemicals(exept radioactive ones), venom and toxic gas can still harm her. She could probably eat cellulose and other polysaccharides, so "the meguca ate my homework" could be said about her. It's because of this quirk of biology that Teegardeners can't get high or drunk.>god damn they don't even need rollercoasters with their planet so close to their sunTeegardener Apollo 13 put a man on their star.To streamline things, I give you, QM, my blessing to write any sort cultural exchange shananigans for Ellie to experience
i woke uppp>>6328989>>6328990so basically the bookworm type, but the one that cares less about the moral of the story and more about the way the story itself is told. the mechanics of her worldbuilding are very refined, yet towards fighting as a core concept. not an empathic girl then, but a creative one>>6329019>She would also be able to move her ears like you'd do with your eyebrowsdamn fucking straight son, that's what I like to hear (because when you read you hear voices in your head)>her muscles aren't 1:1 of a human'sinteresting>It's because of this quirk of biology that Teegardeners can't get high or drunk.huh!>>6328293alight kuruumianon, the other two datadumped so i'll also grant you the chance while i work on the others. of course, you can just leave it like that and let me fill the gaps if you like surprises>And unlike in previous quest, there will be a secret twist to this procedure this time...and i hope everyone else likes surprises too lmao
>>6329074>Cares less about the moral of story>morals are for show, cool is the rule! (but you got to hide your cool 'cause big grownups don't like cool)she is entering her angst seething closeted chunni phase and will cringe years later if she gets to>fighting as core conceptbecause all the big shonen mangas out there are about fighting with companionship and justice, she just followed suit>and whatever princess story waiting for her prince are for little girls! Gotta fight you way out! (If only I could fight like them...)
>>6329074After rewatching the show (the scene I remembered was homura fixing her eyes, I lost) I remembered that the wishes are supposed to have really tragic twists so, I don’t know, maybe one parent left her and ever since the others been telling her they moved to the US to ‘save the world’ and Fubuka, being a wisdom 1 dumbass, bought it completely. The other parent not really liking her that much and/or leaving her alone all day would be extra tragic and also super convenient for sneaking out and hunting witches but I’ll leave that part up to you.
cooking takes time, so don't worry: this happened every single time.have some gucas for your patience
>Tries and fails to eat plexiglass
>>6331123if you keep filling yourself with snacks there won't be room for the main dishbut fr this time it was HARD lawl
(Note: Skippable cutscene! You can just skip everything and head straight to the last post!)You are bigguca, bigger than leguca, bigger than miguca, and than liguca too. The biggest. Widest. Longest. Guca.On a Saturday night you kill Witches, Friday afternoon you bring in bitches, come Monday you shine the Law of Cycles with spit so no one disses. When it gets boring you watch Homura, when Homura gets boring you mess with Mami's tea. Tuesday, you watch the stars.But sometimes it gets too boring, and you wish you were more than a concept. Saving everyone is cool and all and you don't even mind that no one remembers you, but watching over timelines can get a bit more repetitive. Even though there's one where Sayaka wears a tie and one where Kyoko wears glasses, sometimes it's not enough.But boredom is not the only risk, as the passage of time erodes even the most fundamental of traditions.The traditions of Magical Girls.
You are bigguca. You are spinning the orphan timeline with your nail only, scratching it over and over every time it loses momentum.You are entirely convinced that same gender love, that yuri etc, is ok, entirely fine, and completely acceptable. You explain it to the quiet Law of Cycles for the, literally, and not in a manner of speech, tenth hundreth millionth time as it listens to your theories with totally real and absolute and complete fascination and acceptance- only to be rudely interrupted.Red Girl from the Law of Cycles: Oh my God!! Shut UP!! Shut… UUUPPPP!!!Blue Girl from the Law of Cycles: Don't you mean ‘Goddess’?Red Girl from the Law of Cycles: Who cares- whatever she wants to be- just SHUT UP! My sister is trying to sleep here!Little Sister of the Red Girl from the Law of Cycles: ...Sis! S-sorry everyone!Firm like the Statue of Liberty, you tell the red girl that it's HER, doubtlessly, that should shut the fuck up, because yuri is, indeed, the purest kind of love, the pinnacle of love, the way all good stories should end. You redouble your efforts to convince her. Jaw trembling, you spend your most thought-out arguments on her, all polished to exemption in underground online forums.Another girl, much more mature: But, if a girl gets closer to another just because she wants to... you know... is it still that pure, I wonder? Isn't purity all about the intent for which two seek each other?Yet another girl: You know, I'm gonna say it just to embarrass her: I really love my friend, you know! Come here you big dork!Yet another girl more: Gross! Fuck off!Yet another girl: I love this big jerk but I still want a husband! Is that wrong?Yet the little sister of the red girl is still drilling the tip of her shoe against the floor.Little Sister of the Red Girl from the Law of Cycles: ...if she wants to...?Red Girl from the Law of Cycles: Oh now you've done it!Forehead sweating, as voices start piling up, you attempt to /calmly/ convince that mature girl that, uh, the thing is that, ok look, so- and you sigh as if she was stupid, still nervous, because well she must be dumb if she's asking that kind of obvious stuff. The point, you continue, is that love between girls is /totally fine/ and that no one should get in the way of it. You nod like a sage and look at her from above. It is that simple. She'll get it.and yet, the heads of the Magical Girls keep popping out of the Law of Cycles, complaining about the noise and the hour, all asking what the ruckus is all about while making it worse themselves. And when it gets so loud that they can't even hear you explaining why it's ok if two girls want to be more than friends-you feel it. Like someone stabbing you with an icicle. You just feel it, and turn around.
Just floating there like a jackass is the devil, the bad one, Evil Incarnate, Akemi Homura- already grinning like a retard watching a cat trying to break free from a bag. It is already too late. That you didn't notice her coming only means that she already did something- and that shitty little smirk does nothing but convince you of that. Hiding the orphan timeline behind your back, it takes you nanoseconds to clutch your heavenly ass cheeks tight together as if they were little sisters holding fast against a hurricane: you KNOW Homura is going to slap your ass and then dance away because she’s stupid. But the Devil According to All Religions just floats around, feigning ignorance, whistling while you stab her naked back with your glare, wary of those skeletal wings. You tell everyone to buu!! buu the bad guy! But nobody does.That, of very course, something happens. Homura does an oopsie, and 'accidentally' drops something when she turns around. You are ready for everything, or so you thought- when you realize that lying on the floor, mouth gaping, is another, brand new and shiny Law of Cycles. You pick it up INSTANTLY, still covering your rear, and drill into it with your right eye while the left one is pinned on the harbinger of doom and dark. It's just the same old stuff- no, it isn't! A 30% discount on off-brand toilet paper, 70% on the second unit of canned tuna (near the expiration date but whatever), a coupon system that gives you a coupon for each purchase over eight MadoCoins, that can even be used to get discounts for meat... this Law of Cycles has everything! And stunned as you are, you didn't realize that others noticed as well- some of the Magical Girls are already climbing your arm.You toss it away, and Homura catches it mid-air; then she spins it on her finger like a basketball, mocking you. Cheap lettuce may be nice, you let her know, but it won't ever beat the hard-earned stability of /tradition/! Yet, you find yourself sweating, sweating a quadrillion Pacific Oceans- it wouldn't do if the Magical Girls figured out that you've been lobbying to keep the price of sugar up artificially in exchange of off-the-book profits. Angry, you tell Homura to never come back, who just sheepishly floats away escorted by your shouting. Only for you to swallow your own screams as you realize that you've let your guard down and left the orphan timeline alone again, if only for a few seconds, and rush to it like a subway on steroids.
It's... different, yet again. It's not that it looks that different. No... it isn't different. And yet... Concerned like a grandmother with a niece with a fever, you hold it with both your hands as if it was resting on your lap. It's not like something changed, no. This orphan timeline has been out of your control for a while now, only to be tampered with by the agents that you send in real time; that's really all you can do without breaking it open. You have your very own Kyubeys monitoring some of the events inside, which you watch with the Law of Cycles every now and then over tea and popcorn (a controversial combination, but you are an innovator). No; that's it. Nothing changed. What changed is where you are looking at it from, which puzzles you to no end the moment you figure it out... because it's a place that doesn't exist, at least in the way you are used to. Of course, bullshit (or magic, as the kids call it nowadays) is involved, but… how? Mindlessly chewing on the Law of Cycles as if it was gum, you steel yourself to solve this mysterythen spit it with an eternal roar as Homura sears her hand on your ass like a branding iron.
Once upon a time, there was a girl who hated the cold. But like, for real. It wasn't like the cold reminded her of a lost relative or that it was proof that evil in the world could run rampant, that it was simply the nature of the universe to be indifferent. No. She hated the cold a whole fuckbunch and that was it. There was no deeper reason or meaning.And although the human brain works only by association, this is still an exception.The maiden's feet laid bare on the wet grass, as her cheeks were gently caressed by the dry, sharp wind of autumn that wasn't even that cold."Man," she'd say, wise beyond her tender years, "I fucking HATE the cold, dawg.""But the cold is necessary for the long term preservation of food through endothermic reactions," said some girl with black hair and emerald eyes, "or, more simply, for machinery to continue working and producing at a steady pace, without burning out. In fact, many devices have the sole and explicit purpose of lowering the temperature of engines and such, cooler fans on a processor for one. It's even involved in photosynthesis, which is how plants use light energy to convert carbon dioxide and water into glucose and oxygen, which is what we breathe."Quizzically is how the girl who hates the cold tilted her head. She tried to chew on the information, to turn it into something her mind could process.Then she said: "The fuck did you just say?""T-that the cold-""Come here," said the blonde hair, his hair flowing like gold, calmly, walking over. "No, no, come here, get the FUCK over here""TEACHEEER," the girl runs away crying"COME HERE BITCH, LET'S SEE IF THE COLD SAVES YOU," she gently whispered, angry perhaps because the other had freckles. "I'LL LEAVE YOUR BODY COLD JUST HOW YOU LIKE IT. CO-"The girl who hates the cold tripped and fell and grabbed her scratched knee, caressed by the golden threads of tender light slipping through the meaty leaves above."OH MY GOD, IT HURTS SO MUCH. FFFFFUCK", she bellows, clutching her knee.Somebody was laughing. A young ebony girl, her brown hair made in two long braids. But it couldn't have been her who made her slip. She was too far."...The fuck you laughing it? HUH? Bet you like the cold too. Yeaaaaah, you like the cold too, don't ya? Stupid motherfucker, you and your cold. I hope your soup is cold. I hope your shower is cold too."The girl shaked her head. "Nuh!”, she said, “I dun like it.""You don't?""Nu-huh.""Oh.""I dun.""Ok."The girl who hates the cold pondered this deep life lesson deeply."Are you a nigger?"And the ebony girl nodded, smiling with wide white teeth.“Cool, wanna toss rocks at the horses?”“Sure!”And they hopped away holding hands.
Sammie takes her tiny fingers from her teacher's deeply purple Soul Gem, the little girl looking like a japanese salaryman on his deathbed realizing he lived long but wasted his life anyway. She saw this memory like five times, yet her guardian being so beyond fucking stupid from so early on didn't ever stop being a grim omen.Kneeling in front of the teacher that lies resting on the sofa, Sammie can't deny that she's at least pretty in the way that perfection begets boredom. Long blonde hair, reddish lips, a dainty nose, that look of maturity... tall for her age, thick legs, wearing those same slender curves drilled into Sammie's eyes over and over by those perfume ads... And yet, that lucky woman just wears black gym shorts and that dirty green hoodie- which doesn't hide that white shirt that just has a velociraptor drawn on it.And even that looks good on her.֍ Teacher: -cold loving ass bitch i swear to god-֍ Sammie: What?֍ Teacher: Nothing, lil buddy. Nothing at all. So-And when she opens those two blue eyes, a pang of envy and even guilt can't be denied.As if being happy was all about luck in the end.֍ Inno: -could you do it?From the sofa, Innocence Latvia’s blues focus on Sammie Chan's brown, who can't stop herself from looking away. Around the shy girl is a small, rectangular room with many windows and compact furniture, the insides of a dimly lit, humble motorhome. Outside, under the evening sky and packed clouds, the green fields and lightposts fade away; the mountains move but slowly.֍ Sammie: I could not.֍ Inno: Then why did you stop?֍ Sammie: This is a war of attrition. I'm trying to preserve whatever respect I still have for you for the many oncoming winters.Sammie is stunned by the sudden burst of laughter, which after the shock causes Sammie's frow to burrow. Her shoulder-length dark brown hair gets in the way of her eyes, protecting them from Inno's shameless stare. Asian looking and rather short, wearing a light, checkerboard scarf covering a gray wool shirt too big and cargo pants too baggy, Sammie's looks aren't much to talk about for a girl barely over twelve- except for that stiffness that always makes her seem so serious.֍ Sammie: I insulted you. There is no reason to laugh, you are too absurd. And why did you even hate the cold so much anyway?֍ Inno: Autism, I guess.Inno takes out a little box from her pocket, then takes a cigarette from it. With a flick, the little flame flickers in the reflection of Sammie's brown eyes.֍ Sammie: That doesn't make you any more mature.֍ Inno: Want one?֍ Sammie: Gross.
Inno doesn't share her opinion, as she proves by almost choking on a gray cloud. She slightly opens the window at her side to blow the smoke out.֍ Sammie: Smoking in a car full of children, what a pathetic excuse for an adult you are. Not that there was that much hope to begin with, with you letting an eleven years old girl drive.Both turn to look at the front of the car. The mirror hanging from the ceiling, right in front of the windshield, is a handheld with golden ornaments, stuck there with duct tape at a precise angle. In it can be seen two black circles, thick black glasses hiding the eyes of the driver, which is a hooded small girl covered from feet to toe with a black raincoat that's also a dress.֍ Inno: Oh no she's fine there, it calms her down. Also, she's like 1296 years old so it's legal.֍ Sammie: Let me guess, this is /also/ part of her test. How funny you are.֍ Inno: Hey, I guess. Kyubey, ask Ellie if she's still mad about earlier./ 人◕ ‿‿ ◕人＼: ƹƺƻƼƱȿɎɷɸʮθψ?֍ Ellie: ƁƂƔ! ɸAϟƹƺ ɷɸʮθψϋσ ƐƝƜΛ ƔƐƝƜƹƺƻ?!! ϋσΛЏ ƔƐƝƜ ƔƐƝƜ ƔƐƝƜ!! ϋσσσσσσσσσσσσ!/ 人◕ ‿‿ ◕人＼: She still is.֍ Inno: It did get better though.A white, cat-looking entity is sitting on the passenger's seat, its thick tail bigger than its body, its perfectly round, red eyes stare straight ahead, as floating golden rings surround its massive, falling ears- unless those are arms. Wearing a heavy duty chain leash, which is wrapped around Ellie's right arm even as the girl steers the wheel, the little cat thing isn't going anywhere. It speaks through telepathy straight to the mind, with monotony, with no high and lows, managing to convey no feelings whatsoever in its tone or speech.By all means it is an alien- yet few would have thought that so is the driver.֍ Inno: I wonder why Ellie's last name is Teegarden if her planet is called Teegarden too. That would be like being called 'Alfred Earth'. Like fuck that guy, right?Inno cracks open and hands Ellie a thick can of beer, who chugs it down in anger not even tilting her neck. Sammie does shake her head however.֍ Sammie: Why would you even incite animosity towards someone just because of their name? How does that brain of yours even work?֍ Inno: I dunno, it's just funny. I'd punch that guy. Should I ask her? Ellie? I don't think I should.Sammie considers mentioning, yet again, that Ellie's discovery could mean a gigantic step forward for humanity as a whole, that it could single-handedly start a revolutionary space race with myriads of implications. Again, she doesn't.
֍ Sammie: If your stance remains to be to hide her, then what is E.T. doing right in front of the vehicle? This is outrageous, even for you.Inno just laughs.֍ Sammie: Is that how idiots avoid having an argument? By laughing like an ugly gorilla?֍ Inno: I just love the way you talk.֍ Fubuka: I don't.From the back of the dimly lit motorhome two red eyes pierce the darkness, between golden cataracts of flowing hair. But this time Sammie holds her own; shaking her head, she swings aside the curtains of her hair.֍ Fubuka: You are being too mean to Teacher Inno. Apologize.֍ Inno: She doesn't mean it.֍ Sammie: I don't recall any of us talking to you, Fubuka. Stop being such a needlessly meddlesome brat.֍ Fubuka: Brat- stop being- hmm.A finger on her chin, yet eyes not waving the least, Kuruumi Fubuka thinks. A white top-tank over blue jeans, sunglasses hanging from the collar, with the arms of a red sweater wrapped from behind her waist; a slightly longer neck. When she speaks it is with some careful rhythm, with intentionally crafted harmony, as she polishes her nails with the same patience.֍ Fubuka: Funny. And here I am, meddlesome brat that I am, acting just like the heroes from your stories- getting in the way of the bad guys!֍ Sammie: SHUT UP! I'm not the bad guy!Fubuka’s shock is quick to fade into glee.֍ Fubuka: The mean, evil bad guys, who talk down to others for no reason, who treat everyone else like trash. The ones who care only about themselves and how they themselves feel. Who does that remind you of?֍ Sammie: You killed your mom!Silence./ 人◕ ‿‿ ◕人＼: You three are always fighting. It’s confusing.֍ Inno: Eh-֍ Fubuka: Like I said; the good guys get in the way of the bad guys! See?Fubuka winks and grins, dripping no edge anywhere.֍ Fubuka: ...And, speaking of funny, you are right! It is funny how Sammie talks. As if we weren't on the same boat.֍ Sammie: Because I'm not! It wasn't me! It was Taravia!Just like that, Sammie is crying. Loudly. That suddenly.
֍ Fubuka: Teacheeeer, why would you even want someone THAT mean and annoying? We can always just leave her on the side of the road. She’ll be fine!֍ Inno: She ain't mean, Fubuka. It's just, Sammie's way of being kind is by working out that noggin for us. Some people bake cookies and others solve problems.֍ Fubuka: Pfff. What did she even solve?֍ Inno: Well, she is right, you know. I'm kind of a fuck-up, like everyone else really. And it's good to have someone calling out those kinda attitudes. Stop crying, you; we ain't gonna dump ya.֍ Sammie: I want to dump HER!֍ Inno: Nah, no way. I'm not taking my eyes off Fubuka. That would be dangerous.The smaller blonde laughs with rythm.֍ Fubuka: What do you mean?֍ Inno: Girl you know damn well what I mean. I'm still not old enough to be dumb or get Alzheimers or some shit like that.Sammie is sobbing. But Inno is gushing.֍ Inno: Awww... cute!! Wanna hug?֍ Sammie: No! Go away!But Inno hugs Sammie anyway. And Sammie lets her. And Fubuka sticks her tongue out at both, while Ellie curses at someone down the road.
In Greek mythology, sirens (Ancient Greek: singular: Σειρήν, Seirḗn; plural: Σειρῆνες, Seirênes) are female human like beings with alluring voices. Roman poets place them on some small islands called Sirenum Scopuli. While some versions have depicted Sirens as woman-headed birds, other version depict them as mermaids. Sirens were used in Christian art throughout the medieval era as a symbol of the dangerous temptation embodied by women.This, however, is a police patrol siren.֍ Inno: Oh shit oh god it's the pigs!֍ Sammie: Pigs...?And soon the sharp melody is tailing them, piercing harder by the second.֍ Inno: Shit! Kyubey, tell Ellie to stop the car!/ 人◕ ‿‿ ◕人＼: Ellie says: 'Why?!'֍ Inno: Just do it!The motorhome slows down, although a bit too fast and causing the patrol behind to come to a screeching halt. Almost instantly is how Inno grabs Ellie from under her elbows and tosses her to the back- who screams a little- taking the front seat and fastening the seatbelt at lightspeed.֍ Inno: Keep it cool, everyone. I know how to deal.But she's sweating. The police officer shows up behind the front door glass. With how tall the motorhome is he didn't even need to bend or crouch. Inno smiles at the trooper, but in a super cool, surfer way.
֍ Inno: What seems to be the officer problem?Police Officer: Licence and registration, sweetheart.֍ Inno: Sure, here you go big guy.The police reads through Inno's driver's license and vehicle registration. For whatever reason she looks way, waaay too happy in both of them, as if she just won ten hundred million dollars, got married, and someone injected heroin straight to her marrow all at once.Police Officer: Who was driving the vehicle just now?֍ Inno: Just now? Me, of course.Police Officer: Before we pulled you over.His comrade in arms is already staring through the window at the other side, which Inno notices with a quick, shaking glance.֍ Fubuka: (Teacher, let me take over. I'll help you.)Inno hear's Fubuka's measured voice inside her head.֍ Inno: (No. Just keep your sisters quiet.) Oh, well, that would be her, yeah.Inno just points at Ellie, at the hooded black raincoat, at the thick black glasses, at her small height, at how she's wrestling with Fubuka because Inno tossed her like a ragdoll.Police Officer: Why did you take over the moment we arrived?֍ Inno: Oh well she can't talk, so like, yeah.Police Officer: I just heard her talking.֍ Inno: I mean, not in our language, so, I figured out you'd wanna talk to someone? And so I'm here.The officer nods and nods.Police Officer: Hand me over her licence and registration.֍ Inno: But I gave you mine already, officerPolice Officer: She was driving. And ask her to take off the hood.Those last words escalated on weight.֍ Inno: She ain't black, officer. I can promise you that; white as coke! Doesn't even have a bike.The man of the law gives her a quizzical stare- as Inno winks.֍ Inno: Are we free to go?Police Officer: Lady, tell your driver to take off the hood.֍ Inno: Uh ok. Just, um, let me... (Sammie, grab onto something. Kyubey, tell Ellie it's ostrich time. Fubuka, hold Ellie tight and cover her eyes and ears.)֍ Fubuka: (W-what?!)֍ Sammie: (No way-)֍ Ellie: ψϋσ?!Inno smiles, and it's such a forced, exaggerated smile. Just like in her passportthen floors the pedal.AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA
֍ Ellie: ʮψϋσΛθӜӘQ??! ʮθȿɎɷɸƱΛЏȿ!!/ 人◕ ‿‿ ◕人＼: Ellie says: 'Let go of me! I can't breathe.' Some of the curses don’t have a literal transla-It's as if the motorhome is an elephant scared of an ant, after drinking nitroglycerin. The advantage from the head-start is short-lived, and the not so alluring sound of sirens is soon as strong as it just was.֍ Sammie: I'm scared!!֍ Inno: It's gonna be ok!֍ Fubuka: I don't wanna go to jail again!/ 人◕ ‿‿ ◕人＼: Ellie says: 'They are going to dissect me and it's all your fault." I couldn’t translate some-֍ Fubuka: Tell Ellie to stay still!While everyone is screaming Inno is mumbling, teeth clenched, to herself.֍ Inno: Anytime soon... anytime fucking right now...WEEE-OOO WEEE-OOOOOnly the mountains aren't blurry.WEEE-OOO WEEE-OOOOInno peeps at the police car gaining speed on the side mirror.֍ Inno: Anytiiiiiiiiiiiiiiimeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee.....!!!!Then- she sees it, if for a fraction of a second. Far ahead, coming from the other lane of the road, is a violet BMW- one of those lowriders made famous by rappers, the ones that can bounce to hip-hop tracks. And it is bouncingright as the police patrol car is about to cut the motorhome off from the same, on that very same lane.Police Officer: oh GO-For a fraction of a second, Inno gets a crystal-clear look at the face of the black man driving. His mouth is wide open as the single feather on his leather hat shakes madly, headed straight on a collision course with the black and white hood of patrol. Both cars braked and drifted with what little seconds they had, but the impact still left Sammie's ears ringing so much that she couldn't hear Fubuka's girlish scream.֍ Inno: yyyyyyYYYYES!!As the merged cars become a dot in the distance, the last Inno sees is the black driver dressed like a pimp trying to make a run for it, only to be dropkicked by a fat cop. Inno turns around- then sighs in relief.֍ Inno: …Ellie is still there. Thank fuck. Good job, Fubuka, good girl.֍ Fubuka: hehehe〜֍ Sammie: …why would you even celebrate that, that was horrible. It was a traffic accident. They could have been very hurt. You are such a horrible person...֍ Inno: Eh, yeah, I guess you are right.
֍ Inno: Alright. This is as far as we go.When the motorhome stops in the middle of the road it's still the evening. The clouds got heavier and the breeze sharper, but golden light still bathes the endless fields, casting humble shadows in the greenery./ 人◕ ‿‿ ◕人＼: Ellie says: 'Why are we stopping? The enemy is still hunting us."֍ Inno: Take whatever fits your arms and follow me. They'll try to track down the car. It's no longer safe.֍ Sammie: No no NO what now?!֍ Fubuka: But, Tea-֍ Inno: No time! They aren't the only ones after us. Move those pretty little butts!In a frantic rush, Fubuka takes out the popcorn maker from its box and puts all the canned food and rations inside instead, while Sammie panics around picking up electronics. When they come out, Inno has a big plastic bag on one hand and a suitcase on the other, while Ellie has but a single thing on her: her big octopus plushie, too big for her little body.֍ Fubuka: Ellie!֍ Inno: No, no, Ellie, soldier, my main gal, we /don't/ need that. We'll get back our van later. Kyubey./ 人◕ ‿‿ ◕人＼: ƹƺƻƼƱȿɎɷ֍ Ellie: Ɏɷ!!/ 人◕ ‿‿ ◕人＼: Ellie says: No.֍ Fubuka: We've got no time for this.Fubuka jumps at Ellie, but finds herself struggling to take the octopus from her.֍ Fubuka: Let... go! Grab something... more… useful!֍ Ellie: Ɏɷɷɷɷ!!֍ Inno: Wait wait, just let her have-They both fall on their butts- right as the last stretch of leash is finally unchained from Ellie’s arm-/ 人◕ ‿‿ ◕人＼: Kyu!-and the strange alien cat dives headfirst into the forest, dragging it around like a dead steel snake.…֍ Inno: Well. Crap.
֍ Fubuka: That was all your fault!֍ Ellie: Ɏɷɸʮ σΛЏӜӘQAϟ ƱЏӜӘQ!! ƁƂƔƹƺ!!֍ Fubuka: You are so selfish-!֍ Ellie: ЏӜӘQ!!Inno whistles gently enough to just stun both girls.֍ Inno: Fubuka, you are a smart girl. You know damn well we don’t have time for this.֍ Fubuka: But it’s just-!֍ Inno: Are you smart or aren’t you?Fubuka manages to choke on her words and just gets into the motorhome to rescue her cosmetics. Not wasting more words, Inno gets back into it as well, aims the front wheels towards the green fields, tinkers with the gearbox, and then leaves a brick on top of the pedal. When she jumps out of it wearing a leather backpack, after helping Fubuka out, the motorhome is slowly heading towards the herd of cows, then through them, as they follow it with mindless curiosity like it was their Messiah. With not another word, Inno walks through the road and straight the dirt path branching from it, surrounding a forest.Meanwhile, Sammie can only stare wide-eyed with those brown eyes of hers.֍ Sammie: ...what are you even doing?!֍ Inno: Decoy.֍ Sammie: Decoy?֍ Inno: Trust me, it’s a good idea.As Inno walks, the other three follow suit like ducklings, even though Ellie takes the chance to tackle Fubuka and play dumb.֍ Sammie: You breathing is a bad idea if that’s all you’ll give for the oxygen that you consume! That’s our house right there. And it 's leaving. Stop walking so fast!֍ Inno: Keep up and I’ll hear yours.
Ellie keeps whispering to her octopus in her own language, likely complaining about how stupid her travelling companions are. Which Inno finds oddly funny, considering that the religion of Teegarden B, as far as she knows from Ellie, preaches the depths of the ocean to be Hell itself. Mindlessly, Inno swallows some smoke from her lit cigarette then coughs, as the three kids behind her slowly fall behind.֍ Sammie: Inno, I’m cold.֍ Fubuka: I’m a bit tired.֍ Ellie: ɎɷɸƱΛЏ…֍ Inno: I didn’t know I was the littlest sister eh! And am even carrying the most weight, four bags total.֍ Sammie: The suitcase only counts as o- you are such a disgusting person.Inno laughs like a lion who had his balls stomped. Then she looks ahead and stops.֍ Inno: You know… I know what will help with that.The tall blonde, almost twice the size of any of them, simply points ahead. And they look. It’s the city, Transit City, pretty like a blazing constellation but still so far ahead. That doesn’t stop Ellie especially from being mesmerized, which Inno notices with glee. Wordlessly, the alien takes the plastic bag from Inno’s left hand, leaves the octopus on the floor, ties the handles to seal it, then places it on her head- as two small white arms emerge from under her pitch black hair to hold it above. The arms, which come from the sides of her head, are so luminescently white that the details of their shape can’t be discerned. Then Ellie just picks up the octopus again and keeps walking towards the little stars, while everyone else stares in awe.֍ Fubuka: ..they shine!֍ Inno: So that’s what those are for.֍ Sammie: Ellie is incredible.The darkness of the forest on the right of the dirt road keeps getting thicker, yet there’s still just enough light to see the fields expanding. A stray house can be seen lost in the vastness, then a stable, a farm, a stray, broken motorcycle forgotten in the middle of nowhere. The background changes slowly, but it does change before the caravan notices.֍ Fubuka: …Teacher, why didn't you want me to use my powers?֍ Inno: Back when the cops got us?Fubuka nods, while Sammie tries to touch one of the white arms.֍ Fubuka: Isn’t my power useful? Am I not good enough yet?֍ Inno: Eeh, nah it's just, they are filthy old men, and, y’know, you are a little girl... I was just having a little mercy on em.Fubuka just nods again, letting the sharp evening breeze play with her long golden hair. Sammie still isn’t daring.֍ Fubuka: I love you, Teacher Inno.֍ Inno: I love you too, Fubuka.֍ Fubuka: ...you won't leave me, right?֍ Inno: Nah. I won’t.֍ Fubuka: Because, if you did... I’d never forgive you, you know?Inno plays with that hair like the wind did.֍ Inno: Don't do that. If you threaten me, then how will you know I’m not only saying I love you causa I’m afraid? Play it smart.֍ Fubuka: Are you afraid?֍ Inno: Not at all. I’d beat your pink ass.
Fubuka giggles loudly, too loudly. Then she looks at the sky, or at whatever’s left of it.֍ Fubuka: I don’t get it. Why didn’t your power work, then?֍ Inno: Sammie, why do you think my power didn’t work on the pig?֍ Sammie: Huh?֍ Inno: Why do you think my power didn’t work on the cop?֍ Sammie: Let me think.She does, for a while. While Ellie intentionally stomps on the dry leaves.֍ Sammie: When you said that racist sentenceI’m sure I saw the line of his mouth twist a bit. Therefore, with this bit of information, I will assume that your magic did not work on him because that officer himself was racist.֍ Inno: A-ha! See, Fubuka? Pretty smart cookie, eh?֍ Sammie: S-shut up.֍ Fubuka: That’s not being smart, that’s just having eyes.֍ Sammie: Well you didn’t know that.What Fubuka also didn’t know was that thunder was about to strike somewhere nearby. ֍ Ellie: ȿɎɷɸʮ?!֍ Fubuka: Oh, no! Ostrich time?֍ Inno: No. It’s fine.Or that it heralded drizzle.֍ Inno: Well, fuck. It 's not nice. Not nice at all.֍ Sammie: Would you mind NOT cursing so much in front of children?֍ Fubuka: Hush, you. Saying bad words doesn’t make you bad. Being YOU makes you bad.֍ Sammie: Inno, Fubuka is bullying me!Or that it was going to rain.֍ Inno: Weeeeeeeeeeeell fff…֍ Fubuka: Oh,no. This is bad.֍ Sammie: Why do I have to go through this?
Inno hastily opens the suitcase and takes something out of it, then spreads it above her head. It’s an umbrella with a small figure at the top, that of the top half of an embarrassed anime schoolgirl. The canopy, the red and black fabric spreading out, would be her skirt; the shaft would be the legs, which end in shoes instead of the usual crooked handle.֍ Sammie: I- I think I hate you.֍ Inno: Even if you do, huddle up or you’ll catch a cold. All o’you, c'mere, before you get wet.֍ Fubuka: Heh! Okay!Fubuki rushes under the umbrella and wraps Inno’s arm around her neck. Ellie doesn’t understand until a drop hits her square in the eye and then she comes running to grab Inno’s leg, cursing in her alien language. Then Sammie grumbles and accepts her fate. As they move forward in formation, all stuck together under the red and black fabric, as the rain grows merciless, Sammie dares to look up. Of course, those had to be there: the panties.֍ Fubuka: This is kinda fun, hehe.֍ Sammie: For someone who finds fun in polishing her nails I’m not surprised.֍ Fubuka: There’s not much room for you to run away here, you know.֍ Sammie: You wouldn’t try anything. You don’t have the guts.֍ Fubuka: Oh, is that so?֍ Sammie: It is, with absolute certainty. Because you are an idiot.֍ Ellie: ӘQȿɎ?!Then they feel it, and shiver: those long arms wrapping around them. It’s Inno, kneeling right behind them.֍ Inno: I want some of that love too, y know? I’m feelin so lonely up there.֍ Sammie: Gross! So gross! Go away!But there’s nowhere to run. The umbrella is just wide enough.֍ Fubuka: I-Inno, this is WAY too embarrassing! I’m not comfortable!֍ Inno: You three are all I care about, y’know? I can be old, poor, and cold, but s’long as I have you pests I’m as happy as can be. So look after each other.֍ Ellie: Qψϋσʮθ?! ϋσΛЏӜ!!!֍ Sammie: You are gonna make me cry!֍ Fubuka: M-mom, stop!֍ Sammie: …………mom?As her eyes almost pop, Fubuka realizes- and grows red as Inno’s laughter grows piercing.֍ Inno: Sister! I’m your big sister!Fubuka is tearing up, bue she says nothing. She just lets the rain hide it.֍ Sammie: You win! No fighting! What a childish way to act! Pathetic!֍ Ellie: ɷɸʮθȿɎ…?Inno just keeps cackling as she stands, hurrying her three apprentices along, accidentally stepping on a deep puddle.༺༻༺༻༺༻༺༻֍֍֍֍༺༻༺༻༺༻༺༻
֍ Ellie Teegarden ֍Age: 1296 teegardenian yearsProfile:Despite humanity's recent exponential technological growth, we haven't yet found intelligent life in outer space; those pictures of flying saucers at Woodstock don’t count. And yet, we can still be dead certain: they have wars too. Ellie Teegarden from Teegarden's Star B was just lucky enough to be spared an era of rot and starvation, of madness and fanaticism, by the simple virtue of being born two generations too late. But even a 1296 years old little girl has wars of her own. When her parents dragged her from her cherished town into a stuffed research complex, Ellie just didn't have the same luck making friends. Lonely and bored, what did she do? Of course, convince every other kid around to infiltrate the facilities's humble undercity while all the adults got busy with something big. And it was fun. They found a rocket. She realized her parents weren’t just particle physics- they were cosmonauts as well! She was so proud! Everything felt brighter- until the raging men in uniforms showed her parents all those security footage tapes of her jumping around a top secret facility. Everyone blamed her. Her 'friends' blamed her, their parents too, and even her own fell in line. Yet all the shouting and accusations vanished when Ellie declared that she wanted to be a cosmonaut too- to be replaced by dreary silenceand her parents made the deadly mistake of telling her that she wasn’t smart enough.Next day, everyone hated her- yet Ellie remained undeterred. Her continued loneliness and boredom made her resilient. Or perhaps it was the shining goal ahead keeping her from looking around, from seeing all the mean faces and hearing all the whispers. Because to become a cosmonaut herself would solve all of Ellie's problems: she'd prove her parents wrong, she'd leave this dreary place, and she'd be among the shiny stars above! Their own sun just wasn't much to look at…Her plan set, Ellie studied. And studied. Alone, isolated, spending with their parents what little leftovers their job would let her. She would cry out of rage, at times, both with her eyes and mouth- but that only fueled her resolve.Then the day came. Just like ours, the rockets on Teegarden B are controlled almost entirely from the command center .The only button allowed to cosmonauts inside a rocket about to launch was the one that let them abort the mission, and the commands that became available later on were still few and far in between. Once inside, Ellie knew, there wasn’t much she’d need to do.Right as the rocket launched, when someone realized that Ellie had infiltrated the rocket wearing that bizarre space suit dress, that was the only button neededbut it was pressed just right after engine ignition.(cont!)
Ellie survived. Nobody died. But the rocket, if by some perception of philosophy were it considered to have been alive, it wouldn't. The cost of the resulting wreck was far more than she could afford with her allowance alone, even if she were to save for three full months. But perhaps the scoldings went too far, and the screams were needlessly cruel- perhaps all the pent-out stress and tension from the job were lashed out at her unfairly. Ellie's parents, turns out, weren't cosmonauts because they wanted to. The heritage of the war had only been the space race she was born into, to which both particle physics were sucked into at gunpoint. They didn't want their daughter to also be a slave to the race; they didn't want her to also feed the fuels of war their own parents had warned them about. Who were now being under heavy questioning for potentially being traitors to the nation, and about to become examples of what happens if one crosses the line.Ellie's wish was made out of hatred, but not towards the world, or anyone particular: hatred for herself. Her wish remained the same: I wish to travel the stars. But this time, it wasn't because she wanted to be there. It was because she didn't want those here to have to put up with her.Quirks:An actual alien from outer space. Stumbled upon the Voyager probe by sheer miracle, yet didn't understand the bizarre language scratched within. Social and vocal, yet wary of others, bad at telling who is a friend and who isn’t. Loves big stars, gardening, sugar, and her new best friend: a stupidly big octopus plushie.Physical Appearance: Just as everyone converges to the truth at their own pace, so do, apparently the alien races of the galaxy converge towards the human shape. Two legs, one head, four arms; it's simply the perfect balance between capability and efficiency. Unnaturally pale due to her star's low luminosity. Pitch black hair. Big, surprisingly alluring eyes, very sensitive to our sun. Wears sunglasses almost always. Like all teegardeners and some kids near Chernobyl, has two white, luminescent arms coming out of her head, often hidden under her pitch black hair.Core Belief: I am evil.Stats:£ Physical Affinity: 3λ Magical Affinity: 5彡 Dexterity: 2メ Perception: 3? Wisdom: 1π Intelligence: 3ღ Charisma: 2φ Mind: 3Ω Constitution: 1Magical Trait: Failing any kind of mind roll by a magnitude of 2 will cause her to teleport somewhere else. The higher the failure, the further she'll end up. Magical Power: Teleportation Magic.-Can teleport to any place that she can remember. Teleporting to places she sees in pictures does not work, as her magic demands ample amount of details.-Can only teleport herself.-The further she teleports, the longer the cooldown to use her magic again.-Instant.Wish: "I wish to travel the stars."
֍ Sammie Chan ֍Age: 12Profile:You can't do what you want because you have to survive; that's, to most, the belief that proves maturity. Fed truckloads of books by her parents ever since she decided to become a veterinarian (because their job is to play with pets all day long) Sammie Chan decided that you can't survive without doing what you want either. Despite her father's constant and invasive attempts at subverting her newfound dream, that of becoming a proffesional writer, Sammie kept doing what she loved no matter how many of her notes or books ended up as smoke coming out of a burning trashcan. But when she tried to prove that artists don't starve or go crazy once and for all, her research backfired: her beloved authors had met unpoetic grim ends while struggling with harsh jobs and madness. The culprit? The people they wrote for.Enraged, Sammie decided to wreck this ungrateful society. But in the darkness of her wrath a spark stopped her short: why not also get something out of it herself? And so she carefully crafted a wish that would also let her do anything that she wants, anything that her parent won't let her. Instead of outright wishing for destruction, Sammie wished for the ability to transform into the characters she creates, anytime that she wants. Endless possibilities. Complete adaptability. And so once her wish was granted she transformed into Taravia, the centaur shaman with a time-piercing spear, in order to obliterate society before it started being mean with artists. But when she transformed into the character, she wasn't herself anymore; only Taravia and nothing more. Taravia, who ran away from the screams of their parents, Taravia, who got shot by the police- Taravia, who caused a van to tumble, crash and burn.Sammie's wish was made out of hatred for a world that destroys those who would try to save it.
Quirks:Wants life to be like her favorite stories, with satisfying character arcs and interesting plot threads (as opposed to the anticlimactic mess it usually is). Thinks life and the world is simple and easy to understand, may be right. Usually hard-headed in her beliefs, but can flip on a dime if she thinks the opposite side has a good argument (rare). Likes looking into problems and trying to solve them, usually not half-bad at it despite seeming immature. Acts arrogant "Heh, so you've come to the great Sammie for help," and may be a little chuuni, but is actually helpful. Extremely vulnerable to bad moods, will either give her alive to lift them or find excuses to run away.Loves scaly critters. Gloomy, moody, picky, and very bad with feelings.Physical Appearance: Asian, rather short for a 12 year old. Thick, somehow messy straight brown-black hair that reaches just below the shoulder. Brown eyes, average looks; outright disregards her own taste in fashion, as she considers pursuits of the sort to be empty. Often seen wearing clothes that don't fit but are comfortable and easy to move in.Core Belief: The world is evil.Stats:£ Physical Affinity: 2λ Magical Affinity: 4彡 Dexterity: 3メ Perception: 4? Wisdom: 2π Intelligence: 2ღ Charisma: 1φ Mind: 2Ω Constitution: 2Magical Trait: Failing any kind of mind roll by a magnitude of 2 will cause her to automatically transform into any of the characters she had written so far.Magical Power: Transform Magic.-Can transform into characters she creates.-The characters do not retain either her memories, will, or any notion of the current context: Sammie transforms into them completely.-The stability of the characters depend on the consistency of its details, which require hard work to polish. Dreams, after all, are supported only by cold, hard logic and sweat.-Thinking up and writing a coherent character takes time.-Transforming into an incoherent character and collapsing due to logical fallacies can be dangerous.Wish: "I want to transform into characters I create when I want!"
֍ Kuruumi Fubuka ֍Age: 13Profile:The monogamous family is the core structure of society, its ties ensuring that the big machine will keep on moving. You see it in posters, in TV, on the streets, in movies with bright colors blasting CGI and robots. It's always there. Always happy. Where Kuruumi Fubuka can see it clearly and repeatedly.Always happy... except, as it is much, much more common than most would know, at home. Dad went to save the world and Mom is too busy working, so Fubuka walks herself to the park to watch the flowing flocks of geese- alone. One day, Mom tells Fubuka that, while she doesn't hate her, she's tired of pretending to love her. The family life wasn't what she expected, it wasn't how the ads said. Trying to gain mom's love, to fit the bill as well, Fubuka worked herself to the bone, quickly becoming a little adult worthy of praise, sacrificing her childlike glee for the sake of love. But that never came. Pain got her nothing. Instead, hatred and guilt overcame Mom, who saw in her daughter her very same mistakes- and walked away. Then, one day, Fubuka showed up on her doorstep. Dad wasn't saving the world- he was saving herself. Mom could not; she burned. And maybe when Dad burns too they can finally be together like a happy family from the movies.Fubuka's wish was made out of hatred towards her father, who walked away and left her alone in a world that taunts her loneliness. Her wish was to go to America to find him.Quirks:Spacey, yet laser focused when the time comes- which is when she deems something unfair. Very sentimental, which is why she can be so brutal. Obsessively puts on make-up to focus on something other than the voices. Loves watching geese and humming. Good singing voice.Physical Appearance: Changed her hair color to match Inno's, and her eyes to red for reasons she can't quite grasp herself. Always wearing something blue and something red, no matter the context or formality. Often wears make up and takes care of her nails and hair. Wears earrings in the shape of geese. Tall for her age, she carries herself with extreme severity despite her floaty nature.Core Belief: Selfishness is evil.Stats:£ Physical Affinity: 2λ Magical Affinity: 1彡 Dexterity: 3メ Perception: 2? Wisdom: 1π Intelligence: 1ღ Charisma: 3φ Mind: 5Ω Constitution: 5Magical Trait: Requires praise from every single person she meets, except Sammie. Has to roll mind 3 if she doesn't get praised after a long interaction ends. Getting insulted has the same effect.Magical Power: Love Magic.-Can make others love her. The way this works (according to Inno) is that the target associates what they like the most with Fubuka.-However, she doesn't know what that is, and therefore to what it could lead the target to do.-Furthermore, long expositions can be harmful to the recipient, as dissociating becomes harder with time.-A surprisingly volatile type of magic.Wish: "I wish I could go to America."
֍ Innocence Latvia ֍Age: 18Profile:Replacing logic with pattern recognition has, regardless, worked wonders for humanity- and for Inno, as she's often called. Solving tests, figuring out her friends, consistently winning online Counter Strike grudge matches against brazilians- all done by figuring out what repeats and when and never why or how. She's not the only one, but... how many realize that it is a double-edged sword what they are holding?When the stars aligned and her many problems were caused by black people, Innocence Latvia became a very particular, very frowned upon kind of person in this day and era. The driver of the minivan that ran over her poodle was black. The kid who cut her hair on the school trip was black. The drunk who stabbed her uncle was black- and so were the thief who broke into her cousin’s house, the guy they caught with a tied kid in his van, the pimp who tried to drug her best friend, and the lawyer who kept her grandma’s killer out of jail; the defendant was black too. Yet every time she tried to back down, every time she tried to convince herself of the logical and rational, coincidences would rain and pile up to reinforce her racism. Every time. No matter what it is, no matter how ludicrous, repeat it enough and they will believe it.Nourished on a silver cradle filled with diamonds, Innocence Latvia thought the world was easy. That people just didn't want to work hard enough, even though her own upbringing sculpted her to be lazy. Unlike other girls of her age and status, she couldn't be coerced into behaving like a proper lady, or at least learning what each fork and spoon was for. Smarter than most, she knew that her family would have to settle for keeping their messy child a secret.Until online CSGO brazilian grudge matches blasted her eyes wide open.Like the Buddha, she sought to see the world beyond her golden walls. On the very first time she entered a pet shop, she caught a dirty kid picking dog food from the big bags while the owner was busy. Caught under Inno’s stare, the tiny urchin was baffled to find the tall pretty blonde eating from the bags herself. As the line of customers grew thin, they found themselves silently taste--testing all of it, showing each other their findings- until they were right in front of the owner chewing dog treats.It didn’t take long for Inno to be on their knees begging her parents to adopt heror for them to take full advantage of the situation.Buried under cello classes, dancing classes, sewing classes, tea ceremony classes, tennis classes (because they didn’t let her do boxing) and many many other burdens,, Inno’s tight schedule still left her a very small window to visit her new little sister- but that was good enough for her. Even though the racist culture of her class slowly eroded her own, Inno was just happy to finally have something real, even if only droplets of it every dayuntil Klonoa fell sick.(cont!)
Sad as it was, it didn’t surprise anyone. It’s what feeding off the dumpsters does to anyone, what sleeping on broken trash bags triggers. Diabetes, glucose, terminal renal failure, all scary terms new to Inno’s spotless world that, to her, only meant one thing: that she had to share a kidney with her sister. Not daring to wait for someone else with a matching blood type, it was in peace that she entered the operating room- and in utter rage that she woke up. The security camera had caught a young black man stealing the organ; when they caught him it was already too late. Inno, at least, didn’t let her sister enter that deep dark tunnel alone, holding her hand until the line went flat.Despite her kind nature, miracle after miracle had forced her into that mindset; denying the facts became harder and harder. Like Frodo succumbing to the ring, Inno failed to hold the darkness at bay, and so with hatred in her heart she made a wish sadly echoed by many many times over: to 'kill all the niggers'.Nowadays, Innocence is a veteran Coordinator hoping to pass the torch, struggling with her own nature every day.Quirks:Lazy, annoying, loves pranks, keeps trying to spell the alphabet in a single burp- the complete opposite of the ideal German woman that she so closely resembles. Yet her only defining attribute, unknown to most, is nigh-infinite patience for everything- except for brazilian CSGO players. Consistently wrestling against her own nature leaves her little energy for much else, yet this inner war is known to but a few. Loves watching boxing matches. Loves Sammie, Fubuka, and Ellie.Physical Appearance: Long golden hair, blue eyes, sharp features, tall for her age. Slender, comically flawless body, everything Hitler fought for and more. Often wears whatever. However, hints of black curves can be seen under her eyes at times, which go away every time she sleeps sixteen hours at once.Core Belief: Black people are evil.Stats:£ Physical Affinity: ?λ Magical Affinity: ?彡 Dexterity: ?メ Perception: ?⸫ Wisdom: ?π Intelligence: 2ღ Charisma: ?φ Mind: ?Ω Constitution: ?Magical Trait: Wherever she is, extreme coincidences happen that always culminate with a black person suffering from them in one way or the other.Magical Power: Racism Magic.-When she says something racist people often do what she says.-Mostly when they get angry.-The inner workings of this magic are yet to be understood enough.Wish: "Kill all the niggers."
btw we running on the weekend
Oh my, Oh my.Seems like its time to play!Hiiiii everyone! good to see you all! ESPECIALLY YOU >>6331981 YOU WRITING FUCK.
road-trips won let's gooooootoo bad we lost the camper already. and the cat, i guess, but the camper was way more important
>>6331962She is perfect>>6331964Schizo-guca, Disco Elysium ass magical girl>>6331976>Requires praise from every single person she meetsLol>Getting insulted has the same effect.Lmao>>6331979She is perfect... she is going to die, isn't she?>>6332214Hell yeah, more of the original unholy sextet
AAAAAAAAAAAAA this situation is a disaster and I love itEveryone is a trainwreck somehow and I love it>now the translator is goneCan’t wait for total translate server error>”Sammie, you got to grind on your stories before letting them descend onto earth as clueless as a toddler with a nuke button”I did expect some lost on control with transformations but kek this is a tangible multiple personality disorderSo a literal centaur broke all hell around Sammie’s family home and the area around it? At this rate the shapeshifter is going to be caught for experiments before the alien>Sammie exempted from praising dutyLet me guess, Sammie giving Fubuka praises is as good as hurling insults at her>suffer not a black to liveI actually wanted to ask so many things about the ability but I guess some stuff have to be found by fucking around
>>6331981#OURQM, folksLooks like a good lineup thus far... Meg hard, Guca even harder you freaks
At some point, Sammie got tired of only getting vague answers for the effort of asking where they are going. The rain was stronger, the dampness was getting worse, her own sweating was starting to become uncomfortable, and watching more than five feet ahead was already getting hard. Arm interlocked with Inno’s wrist so she didn’t have to look, the little writer was escaping into the cellphone between her hands, grunting every time drops of water splashed against the shining screen. Under the skirt umbrella, on the other side of Inno, was Fubuka- already bored of trying to not bite her own nails.֍ Fubuka: What’s that sound?The sound was coming from the other side, but no answer along with it. Fubuka’s head peeks from the front of Inno.֍ Fubuka: Dork, I’m talking to you.֍ Sammie: None of your business.The answer was absent-minded, but not devoid of irritation. Focusing hard on hearing what little came out of the cellphone, what few sounds weren’t drowned by the wet drums above, Sammie just didn’t notice Fubuka’s face over her shoulder until chin and shoulder met.֍ Sammie: AAAA! Get lost!֍ Fubuka: Omg, are you those magical girls? Is that a magical girl anime?֍ Sammie: Go away! You wouldn’t understand!Watching the cellphone also let Sammie, to some degree, watch her footing as well- the very second she didn’t half her shoe ended up deep in the mud.֍ Sammie: Wha- No, y- FUBU- AAAAAAA! ֍ Inno: Hmm?֍ Ellie: ӘQAϟ?Fubuka had already circled around Inno back to her place, and was already innocently holding her hand.֍ Sammie: I’m so tired of this! This stupid rain never ends! I want to rest!֍ Inno: Great idea. Let’s rest there.Inno points at… somewhere, that neither Sammir nor Fubuka can discern yet. Since Teegarden B has a tiny red dwarf for a sun, Ellie can see well in the dark- which is why she ends up hiding behind Inno.֍ Fubuka: …Where, Teacher?֍ Inno: There. See?As they get closer, they start to see it. They don’t start to like it at any point, though. It’s an abandoned bus stop shelter made entirely of concrete, half of it already taken over by moss.
֍ Fubuka: …Um… I’m not tired, I think.֍ Inno: Sammie is.֍ Sammie: No.֍ Inno: You aren’t?֍ Sammie: There could be ghosts there.Inno laughs, but alone. Surprised, she glances at Fubuka, who is pushing Ellie a bit to fit herself behind her teacher.֍ Inno: S’ what? We beat the shit out of it.֍ Sammie: Not only you are an idiot, you also are incultured! You can’t touch ghosts and ghosts can’t touch you!Inno’s remains perplexed, her curled mouth lingering.֍ Inno: Then what’s the problem?֍ Sammie: GOD. Nevermind.She was already too weary to explain anyway; anger also makes you tired. Inno’s back gets cramped as they draw near, yet Sammie doesn’t dare to turn on the cellphone’s flashlight- one of the reasons being that it would run out of batteries faster. But once inside it’s Inno’s lighter that shows how empty it was.֍ Inno: No ghost. You girls got lucky you’ll never have to face a Witch.The tiny trio breaks away from their tall guardian, who kneels to take out their gas-powered camping stove as the rain rages outside. The fake german then places it on the floor and turns it on. The fire is faint, but even faint light can dispel the darkness. Ellie sits her octopus on the concrete bench, takes out the thermos and two little glasses and serves it some warm tea. Then drinks both.
֍ Fubuka: Alright! My turn.Feeling shivers, Sammie turns to greet those red hunting eyes, what little she can see of them.֍ Sammie: The episode is not over yet.֍ Fubuka: And why would I care? You can watch your pervy japaneses later. An hour is an hour.֍ Sammie: It’s Magical Girl Drillface! It’s very cool, nuanced, and has layers of depth a heartless doll like you would never grasp!Fubuka peeks, somewhat curious, and, somewhat surprised, Sammie lets her. Then that red light disappears from the tiny blonde’s eyes as even her teasing smile fades to dust. ֍ Fubuka: ……..Her face is a drill.֍ Sammie: W-W-What a surprise!! So what?! Your nose looks like a drill too, and I don’t see you saving anyone!֍ Fubuka: WHAT?! How dare you! You are so stupid! I wasn’t even being mean, I was just telling the truth.֍ Sammie: I hate you!Ellie clutches the octopus close to her chest.֍ Fubuka: Whatever! Watch your embarrassing japanese Magical Girls. I’d rather watch anything other than you.֍ Sammie: You are a Magical Girl too you stupid plastic bimbo!֍ Fubuka: Yeah, but I’m a real one, you ugly dumbass. It's different. I don’t go around striking poses and going-Fubuka strikes a very convincing pose֍ Fubuka: -’Looooooooooveeee Beaaaam!!-’which ends with her making a heart with both hands. ֍ Fubuka: -you filthy nerd!֍ Inno: Damn straight girl, let’s do that!Fubuka watches Sammie’s jaw drop like a guillotine- and knows it’s over.
֍ Sammie: ….let’s do /what/?֍ Inno: That! Like the Magical Girls all dem little girls like! Let 's pose!֍ Sammie: …/WHAT/?Sammie tried but It was too late; Inno had already taken the phone and was watching the show, as the little writer could do little but watch and despair.֍ Inno: Aight, I get it. C’mon, with me! like this!Inno poses. Fubuka giggles nervously.֍ Fubuka: …Ummm… Hahaha, n-no… Teacher, you are a bit too big already.֍ Inno: I’m a Magical Girl too y’know.Inno poses. And Sammie grimaces, filled with a measured mix of disdain and disbelief.֍ Sammie: …No. You are /not/ a Magical /Girl/.֍ Inno: Yes I am! Peak of my youth. Les go Fubuka, like this!Inno poses. Fubuka subtly glances at both sides, but there’s no way out. The rain didn’t let up yet.֍ Fubuka: Umm… Maybe later, Teacher Inno? I’m feeling a bit down lately…But Inno- pouts. It’s too noticeable. It 's inescapable.֍ Inno: Awwww, but I neva ask you to do anytin…֍ Fubuka: No! I’m not saying no! It’s just- I’m never gonna forget this if I do it.Inno poses, smiling widely at her. Fubuka SIGHS- but chuckles.֍ Fubuka: I can’t believe im doing this. Like this?Fubuka poses. Sammie turns around, facing the endless rain.
֍ Ellie: Aϟƹƺȿ?Inno is grabbing Ellie’s arms and making her pose- who actually lets her and even tries to do it on her own. She nails the sequence at the second try.֍ Inno: Perfect! Just like that- and that. Good girl!֍ Ellie: ӘQƻƼƱȿɎ!֍ Inno: Aight Sammie, it’s like this. Look.֍ Sammie: …don’t wanna.֍ Inno: Huh? What did you say?֍ Sammie: Don’t wanna!֍ Fubuka: Oh, don’t tell me…Fubuka’s little mouth twists into a wicked grin- as Sammie remains perfectly still.֍ Fubuka: … you think this is embarrassing?֍ Sammie: You already have that ugly background screen! You don’t even want this, you just want to make me suffer!֍ Inno: Course not! Your my little angel. Now c’mere.It takes a bit, but Sammie slowly turns around. When Inno, Fubuka, and Ellie pose at her, she simply accepts her fate.֍ Sammie: J-just don’t look.֍ Fubuka: Hahaha, Teacher, you are so shameless…֍ Inno: Waaaaaaaa, corse I have shame. I have lots of it. Queen of Shame rite here eh. Now, hol on a sec.Inno takes out something more from her suitcase and glues the cellphone to the concrete wall by slashing duct tape across it. Sammie is so overthrown by the implications that she forgets to complain to Inno for doing that to a screen.֍ Sammie: NO, no way. NO way you are taping this.֍ Inno: Course I am! It’s gonna be so cute!Inno is already gushing.֍ Fubuka: (Just- just let her! We’ll delete it later!)֍ Sammie: (What if she makes copies? What if she uploads it?!)
Inno: Aight! And now, on my one, on my two, and- hearts! Love beaaaam!!֍ Fubuka: L-l-looovveee…֍ Sammie: …b-b-beeeaaaam…?֍ Ellie: Rrrrooooobbb iiiiiimmmm!Sammie's face is as red as Fubuka’s eyes.֍ Sammie: This NEVER happens in Magical Girl Drillface! This NEVER happens!!!֍ Inno: Let’s see how that went.Inno brutally rips the cellphone from the wall, yet the book girl is too gone to say anything. Instead, she glances at someone who is grinning like the devil. Sammie is tempted to call Fubuka a heartless doll and Fubuka is tempted to call Sammie an ugly bitch. Watching Inno watching the clip, without whispers or even telepathy, both opt out each on their own.In the end, the rain didn’t let up until the birds were singing again. Sitting on the concrete bench, Sammie ended up sleeping on one side of Inno resting the head on her shoulder, while Fubuka, on the other side, grasped Inno’s arm like a pillow. Nonchalantly, Ellie had just sat her butt on Inno’s lap and was snoring half a minute later.Inno didn’t sleep.
i was bored so heres a freebie
aaaaaaaaaaa life happened! post gonna take a bit. i wanna at least the first few to be complete enough, then we can just roll with it
Standing on the shores of Johor Bahru in Malaysia, gazing at pretty Transit City under the peeking sunrise past the trees, Teacher Inno realized they weren’t as near as she thought. After gently slapping Sammie, singing to Fubuka, and giving up and just straight up carrying Ellie on her back, Inno had the drowsy, yawning kids endure the cold morning breeze sunk in the smell of wet dirt and grass. With only the sound of creaking branches underfoot to break the silence, and what few beams sneaked through the myriad leaves above to quell their shivers, they walked half an hour to the nearest T21 bus stop. It stood next to the pavement and didn’t have moss growing on its walls, and the people already waiting in line made the contrast all the more glaring; even their outdoor garments felt clean and formal.Ten minutes later, the T21 arrived. Once inside, it was so full that they had a hard time finding an opening to look through the window as the bus bordered the Johor Strait. When Fubuka finally managed to take a look, although it was between the ass of a fat otaku and the dripping meat of an old granny, she felt it was worth it. As they were nearing JB Sentral Station it was Sammie and Ellie who fought for a good view. Right outside JB Sentral Station the construction of the RTS Link was in full swing, which is meant to be a fully automated, driverless light rail system. Behind the plastic road safety barriers rows of massive cranes went up and down like jack-hammers over a wide terrain, likely leveling it for the upcoming structure.Finally stepping outside the bus, Inno had everyone hold hands to withstand the river of people. It dragged them like a current as they climbed the many stairs and escalators into JB Sentral Main Hall. Ellie peeked from Inno’s shoulder only to regret finding out just how high they ended up- and getting a dizzying new notion of just how many persons exist on planet Alfred Earth.Once inside the very wide hall, whose mirror-like floor reflected at least a hundred travellers and their luggages, the Coordinator troupe joined the crammed queue for the Shuttle Tebrau. As the big screen above displayed the timings for the departures, Inno was teaching Ellie thumb wrestling while Fubuka and Sammie argued over the near dead cellphone still blasting Magical Girl Drillface at max volume. Half an hour gone, passports in hand, they went through the ACG’s (Automated Control Gates) to get those scanned, then down to the immigration halls, then even further below to the platform where a starry-eyed Ellie and her octopus met a train for the first time in their lives.
The Shuttle Tebrau is double headed, having a locomotive on each end. Once inside, once the door was finally sealed, Fubuka surprised Inno with a powerful sigh; her teacher glanced and blinked.֍ Fubuka: It’s just, there was so much paperwork. I guess I got nervous.֍ Inno: Cause you thought I was pulling some weird stuff? Girl, I’m an adult, remember? All like super responsible and stuff.֍ Sammie: I forget about that too sometimes. No offense.֍ Inno: None taken. I’m just glad you two can still agree sometimes y’know.Sammie and Fubuka looked away from each other just in case- while Ellie was in a different world altogether. Staring through the window, the alien invader was surprised to find the traffic jams on the Woodlands Causeway, parallel to the rails of the Shuttle Tebrau, the busiest border crossing in the world going straight across Straits of Johor and connecting the two countries. Inno looked from over Ellie’s pitch black hair and whistled, likely feeling very intense relief at NOT being down there because traffic always tested her faith in humanity. Then, right after a broadcast none of the girls could hear well, Inno knelt a bit to face them face to face.֍ Inno: Sammie, Fubuka, Ellie: we are inside Transit City. We all made it.The stare was intense and the voice was different; neither Sammie nor Fubuka had a clue as to how to answer. They didn’t dare crack jokes either. In only five minutes total, the train had gone from one country to the other. Right as they stepped out of it, they arrived at Woodlands Checkpoint- officially inside the jurisdiction of Transit City. It was another wide white and beige hall with sparkling floor tiles, this one filled with desks and paths of red retractable belt barriers marking fixed paths. And in only two and a half hours total they left Woodlands Checkpoint, because Inno did something wrong on the TCAC (the TC Arrival Card) and almost got deported because of the new self-clearance immigration kiosks misguiding her.
Still trembling, Fubuka had a hard time enjoying the view right outside Woodlands Checkpoint, the avant-garde mix of urban greenery and complex edifications, while Ellie was like a little monkey inside a spaceship almost twisting her own neck by spinning it too fast. The trees tidily lined along the shore, the highways all tangled together, the complex structure of the checkpoint itself that felt like a little city… Sammie admitted to never having seen a place so pretty, not even on the Internet. Reality is the strongest dressing of all.It took thirty minutes to get to Marsiling Station on the North-South Line from the Woodlands Checkpoint on foot. By only the tenth, Fubuka was already fully recovered, by the twentieth she was beside herself, pointing at things like a fangirl. Once there, they boarded a Southbound train on the North-South Line.Then, transferred to Jurong East.Then, they boarded an Eastbound train on the East-West Line towards Pasir Risto finally arrive at Queenstown MRT Station, Dizzy from all the swapping, already losing count of the trains and subways, Sammie was surprised to find herself actually glad of stepping grass. No; it was more than that. What greeted her once outside Queenstown Station was a whole new world, with some luck, one far kinder than the one that killed all of her favorite authors. To Ellie, everything was new anyway, Fubuka wondered how far they were from the US despite the marvelous townscapeand Inno was just very glad she wasn’t deported.
֍ Sammie: aaa… aaa…Sammie turns and looks back: Queenstown MRT Station is a lot bigger than she expected- like everything else here. So far, Transit City felt more alien to her than Teegarden B.֍ Fubuka: I wonder how they even build all of this. It’s all metal and concrete but so beautiful all the same. Right, Teacher?֍ Sammie: You wouldn’t understand.Sammie shrieks like an opera singer as Fubuka pinches her arm.֍ Ellie: Rrrrooooobbb iiiiiimmmm!!֍ Sammie: Why did you do that? Inno!Fubuka thinks it over. ֍ Fubuka: You wouldn’t understand!֍ Sammie: Inno! Do your damn job!֍ Inno: Sammie, sunshine, sugar, you started it.֍ Sammie: What? Are you saying being violent is the same as /talking/?֍ Inno: When both hurt, yeah. Look.Inno twirls in place to face the girls, then stretches an arm back towards the grand arch ahead.֍ Inno: Queenstown! Our new turf.Neither Sammie nor Fubuka nor Ellie find the view that exciting- but Inno is excited so Fubuka is too.֍ Fubuka: Wait… turf, Teacher? Are- are we staying here?֍ Inno: YES!!֍ Sammie: Please don’t pose. For how long?֍ Inno: How long do you wanna stay?֍ Fubuka: Don’t you get it, nerd? We are setting shop here.Sammie’s mouth is left gaping and forgotten. She glances at Ellie, who is dragging her octopus around.֍ Sammie: Ok… What now? Another bus?֍ Inno: Ho-ho… wouldn’t you rather we take the subway?֍ Sammie & Fubuka: Subway?֍ Ellie: ψϋσAay?
֍ Sammie: If I knew I would have to keep on walking for so long I’d just have taken the damn bus.֍ Fubuka: wooooo, watch your language eh!֍ Sammie: Oh my god you are so annoying!!֍ Inno: Shut your lovely little traps, girls, this here is a special moment.Feigning a small truce, the girls follow Inno as she turns a corner. ֍ Inno: Tararaaaaaaaan!Sammie finds no conceivable logical explanation as to why Inno would be so overjoyed to present them… a tunnel? A dark tunnel, at that? Far below, down the rectangular hole, the stairs going down lead to nothing but a sealed entrance, nothing but rusty bars holding back darkness. And neither does Fubuka.֍ Fubuka: Um…֍ Inno: Take a better look.֍ Ellie: ȿɎɷɸɷɸƱ?The hole, hidden deep inside an empty lot that is surrounded by a shopping center under construction from both sides, is surrounded by green railings with worn-out painting from all sides except the entrance. Two sets of handrails at waist height go down along the stairs, one at each side as a reclined, cracked black screen watches the girls from over the railing at the opposite side. Sammie takes a step closer: the steps of the stairs are made of steel.֍ Sammie: Those are escalators. Two of them. This is a subway. A closed subway.֍ Inno: Not for long!Because Inno was already going down with a crowbar, ignoring the faces of the youth.֍ Inno: …Mother-fucker…! Ah!The shrill sound makes Fubuka and Sammie both shut their eyes tight for a second, only to open them and find Ellie already deep below next to the teacher. The doors open wide with a ceaseless, unbearable sound as Inno pushes, to fade away from sight as they also merge with the darkness. Inno turns around with a thumbs-up.֍ Inno: Alright! I wanna see those butts bouncing down here.֍ Sammie: You finally snapped, didn’t you?֍ Inno: You know what’s crazy? Paying rent. Let 's go, Fubuka.֍ Fubuka: S-sure!Having ever watched a horror movie finally proves to be a horrible choice. Inno gets sucked into the darkness and so does Ellie.֍ Sammie: What are you waiting for? Go down.֍ Fubuka: You first.֍ Sammie: No. I’ll wait outside just in case. Someone could see us.֍ Fubuka: You are so full of crap.Fubuka DOES consider stealing that excuse- but she already told Teacher Inno she was coming. Gritting her teeth, she descends although slowly, the hair on her neck standing a bit more with each step further below.Once everyone is gone, Sammie realizes being alone is scarier- and walks down the escalator almost in a frenzy.
With the rest of her team already gone, Sammie finds herself alone in utter darkness once she steps through the broken door. Taking very careful steps, she gasps loudly once her foot touches firm ground. With no resort but to walk forward in utter darkness (because that stupid Fubuka took the phone to watch TikTok reels) she ends up screaming like any other little girl the moment her face feels a wall.֍ Inno: Over here!Turning around, a light is showing her the way, coming from the only corner she could take. Once at the bottom of the stairs, all that there is is a short hallway leading left. It turns right only once, and when Sammie takes that turn she is almost blinded by the cellphone’s flashlight.֍ Inno: You got lost?Sammie silently walks past Fubuka’s shit-eating grin, her anger and embarrassment collaborating to not give the bimbo the satisfaction. Who, in fact, is as pale as Ellie. Who just doesn’t mind.֍ Inno: And now for the big reveal. You girls ready?֍ Fubuka: R-ready?Fubuka and Sammie look past Inno at the endless darkness, their hearts beating like drums charging to war. When Inno turns the light towards the back they both scream and hard, only to find themselves hugging each other and then screaming again as they push away.֍ Inno: Welcome home!And Inno is only way too happy to be pointing the cellphone towards the vast darkness looming around them- Sammie can’t help feeling overwhelmed. But once she opens her brown eyes again, once she peeks from over her arm, all that is around her is a deserted tunnel stretching endlessly to the sides, and at the center an old subway with few wagons. She is standing, along Inno, Fubuka, and Ellie, on the side platform of a deserted subway station, behind those yellow lines her parents had always warned her about.֍ Ellie: ӜӘQAϟ.֍ Fubuka: What… is this?Fubuka dares to look around whatever that faint flashlight lets her. There is another platform across the two rails, connected to their side by the arched ceiling at the center, supported by tall pillars. The eerie sound of wide fans spinning somewhere makes her shiver as she finds the empty benches by the walls and notices the rows of windowed barriers standing between them and the empty wagons. Ellie points at the many signs all over the place, some hanging above by steel threads, some high on the walls, others on top of the entrance and some of the doors- all green, and nameless.֍ Inno: Now, repeat after me: Kōdinēta no omise e… yōkoso!!Despite Inno’s perfect Magical Girl posing, Sammie and Fubuka are too scared to ask what that means. But Ellie isn’t.֍ Ellie: ƱɸAƻƼƹƺ? Ʊɸϟƹƺ?֍ Inno: It means:Inno clears her throat.֍ Inno: “Welcome to the Coordinator’s Shop!”
Once rather certain that there are no monsters lurking about (except for a rat that made Fubuka jump on Inno) the girls inspected the place enough to come up with some conjectures:◕ There’s both running water and electricity in the bathrooms. Both have a few working outlets. However, some toilets in the ladies bathroom are clogged, and being just being there for long is almost unbearable◕ The air ventilation systems are still working.◕ The place is dirty. There are spiders. There are rats. The level of humidity is higher than average.◕ It has no Internet connection whatsoever◕ They are actually going to sleep, eat, work, and live there.◕ Very few lights work.Sammie is grabbing her head, losing hope.֍ Sammie: Please just tell me this is part of the test.The supposed test to become fully-fledged Coordinators.֍ Inno: Hey, I guess. And the first test is, and I wanna hear you say it:She poses again, to Sammie’s despair, because that never fucking happens in Magical Girl Drillface.֍ Inno: “Welcome to the Coordinator’s Shop!”֍ Fubuka: Hehe, Teacher Inno, you are too happy about this.Fubuka sighs. But, she then puffs out her chest. And smiles.֍ Fubuka: Then I’m happy too! Welcome home, and welcome to the Coordinator’s Shop!֍ Inno: Ellie, with me:֍ Ellie: ɷɸlcoЏӜӘ to Ɏɷɸ CoЏȿɎɷΛЏӜtor’s Әhoooooop!֍ Inno: Sammie!֍ Sammie: How are we even going to take a bath.֍ Inno: That’s how you wanna greet the customers?֍ Sammie: We are only going to adjust the rats here.֍ Inno: That’s up to you.Inno pats Sammie’s shoulder as she walks past. Then she takes out her old laptop from the suitcase, enters the bathroom, puts it between the sinks, plugs the charger, and beams up as the screen lits to life.֍ Inno: Everything is perfect.Instantly, even Ellie knows what’s going to happen; the expression drawn on her face is /exactly/ that of her sisters. Inno will stay there. Period. It is written in ancient lore, it is passed in whispers. When the night comes, when Inno turns on the PC, the beautiful Coordinator transformsinto the fearsome DELEGATOR.֍ Ellie: ɸɷɸƱΛ!!They had known even before the teacher’s sister, the one with the weird eyes, had warned them about it in that videochat when Inno finally went to sleep. Complaining was useless, and fighting was losing.
֍ Inno: Now, for your test.Inno glances at the three girls, who suddenly feel like soldiers called out of line.֍ Inno: You three girls are going to turn this place into a proper shop, a haven for Magical Girls. I want you to figure out what this place could need and buy it. ֍ Sammie: How?Inno tosses something like a shuriken, which Fubuka catches with a whimper.֍ Inno: That a debit card rite there, and it has your name on it. Don’t go too crazy or you’ll find out that the bank also has magical powers.֍ Fubuka: My name? That’s-She looks at the card. It has the words: ‘FUBUKA LATVIA’ imprinted on it.֍ Fubuka: H-huh?֍ Sammie: Do you REALLY expect little gi- huh? Why the hell are you crying? Another rat?֍ Fubuka: It’s nothing. Let’s go.֍ Sammie: We don’t even know what to do yet, stupid!֍ Inno: It’s simple. Figure out what to buy, and buy it. Few rules though.Inno turns from the PC to face them fully. Which means that the rules are actually serious.֍ Inno:◕ You stick together, no matter what. No splitting, no arguing. Fubuka is in charge.◕ Don’t do illegal. If I just wanted to take gold from a strongbox I wouldda done that ages ago.◕ No magic except for Ellie, and she always has to be with you two anyway.◕ Can’t bring normal people here. Too risky.◕ Have fun.The last one was said with a smile full of glee, before turning back to the PC.֍ Sammie: You ran away from the ‘’’pigs’’’MULTIPLE times. And what’s the point of having magic if we can’t use it?֍ Inno: You learn a few things.֍ Sammie: You really are sending three little girls to turn a sealed tunnel into your manor.֍ Inno: Our manor. Awwwwwww, I can’t stop thinking about hows it gonna look! We could fix the escalator, put somethin outside, have a secret elevator, idunno! We could have music, or curtains, or like a cute mascot, or anything! We could have a pool! Why not, who’s gonna care? And one last thing. I want you thinkin.Inno is already booting up CSGO. Ellie knows the startup sounds of the game by heart.֍ Inno: What is the benefit of being a good person? I want your answer on that.֍ Ellie: Ɏɷɸɷɸ???֍ Inno: What is the benefit of being a good person? Even if you aren’t, you can still have friends. Money. Cars. A dashing big brother to crush after, who could return your feelings in a forbidden way. Is it fear? Your consciousness?֍ Sammie: Aaaaaaaaaa, why did you have to put it that waaaay??! I hate you so much sometimes!֍ Inno: Also bring me a burger.And with that, the online match starts. They know because of her face. And they know better than to say absolutely anything to her at this very moment; the brazilian curses are about to erupt like a volcano.>Time to turn a tunnel into a shop.
congratulations!!! 80 posts in and you finally made it to the first prompt! it couldn't be helped cause the rust under my fingers was becoming claws, and i wanted to have some fun of my own before things get tricky. but this is as far as this goes. from now on posts will be fast and simple until we hit something heavy>>6332214its so fucking crazy to me to still see the old gucas around. i come and go from this place for like years at a time and i thought everyone did the same, yet im still matching with you guys. happy to see you lucindanon. lifathread forever, it was good, i reject any other viewpoint>>6332219roadtrips are DEAD>>6332231>dat spoilershe has the same cursed mom haircut as say edward elric's mom, so yeah, inno is fucked>>6332401glad the new gucas are havin fun already. made you wait for the prompt this time, but it was either that or low effort choices with no weight. >dat spoilertaravia even showed up on the news to show eeveryone jst how fucking dangerous already got, and they paired it up with a whole article about unemployed people eating from dumpsters. in sammie country of origin, taravia is a symbol of unemployment. yes, the big fucking centaur shaman is a symbol of unemployment>dat other spoileryou totally get it then. gucas can do so much crazy shit with their powers that not even laying one a thousand rules would be enough. we'll just have to wait and see and try to make sense of whatever gets cookedthat or roll int>>6332420aww, i feel so old. damn straught, meg hard, guca even harderBIG fucking note for erikanon though: since Ellie has no means to communicate yet you are banned from even meta posting in-game stuff except for explicit action prompts like >grab ass or >punch hippie. you can talk as usual with anyone else, but nothing related to the current events
>>6333741Fubuka wanted to go to America so bad she forgot how to speak japanese? Wish magic is so powerful.>>6333745Hmm, Sammy’s magic would make dealing with those rats so easy, she’d just have to turn into some awful sewer creature and eat them all. She wouldn’t even remember doing it so it’d be fine right? It’s such a pain that its not allowed.There has to be more rooms than just the platform and bathrooms, there isn’t a staff area? Something like that might be easier to clean and fortify against rats. I don’t want to sleep in an elevator.
>>6333742>It has no Internet connection whatsoever>...>Inno is already booting up CSGOHmmm... anyway.>>6333745>She looks at the card. It has the words: ‘FUBUKA LATVIA’ imprinted on it.Oof, right in the feels.>you are banned from even meta posting in-game stuff except for explicit action prompts like >grab ass or >punch hippie.Ah well, it's pretty clear anyway what we need to tackle to make the Megucabunker livable. >Take in the sights, smell people, eat flowers from the park, explore EarthE.T. on holliday... at least until Fubuuka and Sammie drag her back to work.>>6333825>Something like that might be easier to clean and fortify against rats.https://youtu.be/OXQwx1EolD8?si=K2V8jhIekP5vIY5E
>>6333748"jst how fucking dangerous already go" is "just how fucking dangerous AI already got". brain was melted at that point>>6333825>Fubuka wanted to go to America so bad she forgot how to speak japanese? Wish magic is so powerful.that's just how bad inno's pronunciation isgreat save rite lmao
>>6333742There goes having little girls in charge of situations that we ourselves have no idea on how to deal with>No internet connectionAnd how on earth is Inno getting online matches???>Few working lightsExcept Ellie, nobody could see everything down here properly without proper illumination, let alone scrubbing the place clean. Since there are some working electric outlets, I would have thought of getting outside, pull out the cellphone charged with very little battery and online search any nearby store that sells floodlights, be it a furniture store or hardware store. And also get extension cords, preferably the one in rolls, for places without working outlets. BUT>Fubuka is the one holding the card so she has to agree on it>6333825Oh well I will just follow her to find the staff room or whatever room it is! And when she has to explore whichever pitch black region while banging her head into walls I just have to suggest my idea so she can’t even disagree with it! No arguing right?And me becoming whatever abomination Fubuka is thinking in her head is not going to solve the rat problem once and for all. Rats are still going to fill the void and make comebacks if we don’t know where they come from. Oh I am merely stating a fact, I am not arguing with you!
>>6333887>It has no Internet connection whatsoever>...>Inno is already booting up CSGO>>6333894>No internet connectionAnd how on earth is Inno getting online matches???----To buy weapons in CSGO, the game Inno is addicted to, you can opt to press keys in the keyboard instead of navigating the in-game window with the mouse. Although Sammie knows for a fact that Inno presses the keys, it happens so inhumanly fast that Sammie still can't shake the impression that her teacher can use telekineses but uses it for that sole purpose. Almost cowering, as Sammie witnesses Inno's face twist into what the blonde calls 'favela mode', one thing becomes glaringly apparent-֍ Fubuka: Um... Teacher...-that her dubiously legal guardian still has an Internet connection. Sammie glances at the cellphone plugged to the laptop, their sole link with the rest of the worldand wonders if, perhaps, just like Fubuka and maybe Ellie, it is they that might need it most.>???
>>6334239>>6333894>Method was to search the internet for stores>Oh great time for plan B, the good 'ole way of just ask people aroundHow much time have we taken to walk from the train station to our (out of business) shop? It is likely most of the ameneties and foot traffic is around a transit hub, and probably the best location for asking people, getting a rough map of the area and buying lunch/dinner for the day.Also when buying if asked why 3 small girls need a bunch of floodlights just say it's for school club and ask for a reciept
>>6334328>How much time have we taken to walk from the train station to our (out of business) shop?like half an hourmember guys, you can discuss all you wanna, i aint no hurry, but your gucas only move when you put an>actionlike for example>punch jimena in the face>ask rita to stop sulking inside the trashcan>tell emma it's ok to be a turbo-lesbian on multiple steroids but to please clean her own fucking room>run from lucinda>ask erika if her grandpa was in the holocaust and in which side
>>6334332Okay here we go>>6333745>>6333825>begrudgingly follow whatever Fubuka wants to do right now>answer anything within few words if Fubuka shits on Sammie since we are not allowed to argue>If we ran out of options doing useful things because the lack of proper illumination, then suggest buying floodlights from either furniture or hardware stores + multi plug extension cords>Since there is no internet best bet is to go to Queenstown station OR neighbourhoods on the way to Queenstown station and ask actual people where the stores would be>Also suggest buy lunch/dinner/takeaway burgers around there and get an idea of the area in general
>>6334332> Search the subway station for a staff break room or something. Somewhere more hospitible than stinking bathroom or drafty tunnel> Shop for cleaning supplies: brooms, dusters, trash bags, strong tape (for sealing rat holes? maybe), gloves, chemicals…> Shop for sleeping arrangements: a tent? futons?Other furniture for decorating like tables, chairs, display cases and stuff we might be able to scrounge from that abandoned supermarket complex upstairs from us.Oh, and> Keep an eye out for Kyubey
>>6334340>If we ran out of options doing useful things because the lack of proper illumination, then suggest buying floodlights from either furniture or hardware stores + multi plug extension cordsfloodlights and multi plug extension cords aren't common knowledge. m2 int roll to see if sammie knows any of that>>Since there is no internet best bet is to go to Queenstown station OR neighbourhoods on the way to Queenstown station and ask actual people where the stores would bethis will be an m1 char roll just to ask people where stuff is lawl>>Also suggest buy lunch/dinner/takeaway burgers around there and get an idea of the area in generalto inno? if its to fubuka you can talk to her here and if its to ellie she's screwed because ɷɸɷɸƱ.>>6334814> Search the subway station for a staff break room or something. Somewhere more hospitible than stinking bathroom or drafty tunnelgive me an m1 per roll>Shop for cleaning supplies: brooms, dusters, trash bags, strong tape (for sealing rat holes? maybe), gloves, chemicals…m1 int roll to see if fubuka knows even this basic stuff lmao> Shop for sleeping arrangements: a tent? futons?no roll for this because she'll ask someone else> Keep an eye out for Kyubeym3 roll to see if fubuka would spot kyubey if it happens to be near, since it's likely that the fuck is around the city, we'll do it like this: whenever fubuka moves to a new location that is not the hole, we'll roll for both kyubey and the per roll. kyubey will take a less than 20 to show up. if both rolls hit, then fubuka spots the cat. what do you think?>>6333887>Take in the sights, smell people, eat flowers from the park, explore Earthbasically just fuck around. any particular goal to this? or is this ellie just havin fun because cool new stuff?if you guys disagree with any of the rolls we can talk it out, if you wanna change your mind because you don't like the odds then that's fine too, you can think up another action. that's how it's always has been lel. also all rolls are 1d100 just in case for the fresh meat
>>6335025> Int rollsOH NObefore I try to argue why this should obviosuly be constitution instead, what number would I be trying to beat? I looked at the gif but it didn’t say, or I’m blind
>>6335052>before I try to argue why this should obviosuly be constitution insteadkeep in mind that what we are rolling for is not Fubuka's ability to carry all that stuff (she's a magical girl, they are pretty strong already by default)you'd be trying to beat a 50. it's a coin flip whether or not Fubuka knows you clean the floor with a broom and ends up buying a rake instead
Rolled 20, 77, 59 = 156 (3d100)>>6335053I was just joshing. yeah and we can ask Ellie to schwoop away the really heavy stuff right. If she isn't trying to eat the squirrelsHere goes, if I fail by only a little bit maybe I walk into a really high end store instead, or forget the card number.>Per2 m1 (finding a roomy room), Int1 m1 (shopping), Per2 m3 (missing mascot)
Rolled 16 (1d100)>>6335025>basically just fuck around. any particular goal to this? or is this ellie just havin fun because cool new stuff?Basically Ellie having fun. She probably understood that the trio has been given a task but lmao no Kyubey no translation. The 2 other girls can probably take care of most of that, She would likely agree to carry their bags as she's overall lighter in Earth gravity. She'll help if asked but otherwise she's having fun.>>6335058>If she isn't trying to eat the squirrelsNow, now, that' plain rude!...She would try to make kebab out of them, not eat them raw, and that is if she's not distracted by the butterflies and tries to pet them.
>>6335025>floodlights are specific knowledgeLet's say if I change the phrasing for Sammie to think of "strong electric lights that is not fixed to a wall or celling" how would that affect the roll? She might end up with a standing lamp from the furniture store or huge portable torches from the hardware store but better without lightsAlso>have to buy a handtorch if Inno is going to hog the phone>extension cordsBy the way does Sammie know where are all the known working power outlets?>buy foodInno already sort of ordered burgers, so it is to FubukaAnd possibly drag Ellie around
>>6335116>Let's say if I change the phrasing for Sammie to think of "strong electric lights that is not fixed to a wall or celling" how would that affect the roll?it would annul it, pretty much. anyone has seen "strong electric lights that is not fixed to a wall or celling". however, she won't know what to look for specifically, so she'd have to ask someone. basically, sammie would be looking for something more generalbit of a warning there: if she's offered something else that fits the description but is /not/ floodlights, she'll have to roll int to discern>She might end up with a standing lamp from the furniture store or huge portable torches from the hardware store but better without lightsoh wait, you get it lmao>By the way does Sammie know where are all the known working power outlets?not all, just the ones inside both bathrooms. she doesn't know if there are more or not>And possibly drag Ellie aroundnoted! if ellie wants to break free she'll have to roll pa against yours
>>6335121>power logistics only limited within bathroomsLet's say, if she knows that the power cord of the electric lights bought will not be enough to pull out of the bathroom, would that give an idea that she needs something to extend the range the power could reach? She is most likely to find these things at the stores anyway>Ellie! We have to stick together!Literally walking the E.T.
>>6335133yeah, that's just basic logic. no need to roll for that. you only roll int when complex logic is involved. that being said, even cooking is complex to a caveman
Rolled 28 (1d100)>>6335158rollin' for asking residents of our new turfnow gotta hope Sammie has the discerning eye for buying things that the gang needs
then what we got is this:fubu:> Search the subway station for a staff break room or something. Somewhere more hospitible than stinking bathroom or drafty tunnel> Shop for cleaning supplies: brooms, dusters, trash bags, strong tape (for sealing rat holes? maybe), gloves, chemicals…> Shop for sleeping arrangements: a tent? futons?> Keep an eye out for Kyubeysam:>agree to be fubuka slave>buy a "strong electric lights that is not fixed to a wall or celling">buy a handtorch (or something like that)>buy extension cords>buy food>drag Ellie around>go to Queenstown station OR neighbourhoods on the way to Queenstown station and ask actual people where the stores would be>scan the areaellie:>fuck aroundalso was that roll for kyubeysearchand besides the burger for inno, what kinda meal is each of you going to look for?anyway, that's what we got! post tomorrow
>>6335175>Meal of the day>Since we are already buying burgers for Inno anyway might as well get burgers>Bring Ellie the menu and buy her the first three things she pointed atHopefully she understands that we are to buy her things that are supposed to be ingested>or if Ellie really wanted to get into a restaurant while on our way to buy supplies, we will just eat there (if it accepts cards), then order a takeaway burger meal for Inno there or somewhere elseActually do we get to use cash in Transit City? Is there a way withdraw some cash from the card? I doubt that all shops in the city accepts card
Rolled 25, 40, 66 = 131 (3d100)>m5 per Ellie>m5 per Sammie
work was hard. tomorrow for sure!
Fubuka, Ellie, and Sammie notice that each of them is staring at the cellphone- and doing nothing. They know better. An alien, even Ellie somehow feels it in the air, smells it; the tension. Brazilian CSGO online matches are Inno’s sacred outlet as she strives to become a better person. She needs this. Even Sammie’s bitching about having to obey Fubuka gets stuck in her throat, the words peeking from her mouth but never leaving. So, she just directs them to her.֍ Sammie: Alright, ////boss////. What now?֍ Fubuka: Sorry, I’m not in the mood for this.֍ Sammie: What?Fubuka walks away, towards the lonely, abandoned subway that has finally found company.֍ Sammie: We have to go outside and walk around.֍ Fubuka: Think about what we have to buy for a while.֍ Sammie: We can do that /outside/. While we /walk/.Fubuka ignores Sammie and wanders away on her own.> Search the subway station for any other room.Most of the few working lights are inside both sides of the tunnel. What little light leaks from the endless holes is just enough for Fubuka to discern basic shapes in the dark. Not daring to touch the filthy walls to search by tact, she simply settles for taking a lap around the subway. She finds nothing, perhaps because she wasn’t even looking for anything.>> ֍F (M1 Perception roll: 20 = Failure) << (Search the subway station for other rooms.)
As Inno’s indecipherable insults (because that’s what those are) echo from the men’s bathroom, Sammie is trying to distract herself from the fact that she’s annoyed. Illumination is missing, that one’s easy, but- what will they regret not buying once back? Food, that’s for sure- but that Sammie knows because she’s hungry right now. Painfully aware that she may not be such a long-term planner, she settles for having the light show them what’s missingonce Fubuka stops droning about. Who just so happens to finish her third lap.֍ Sammie: Are you done being weird?֍ Fubuka: What a pain in the ass.֍ Sammie: Can you at least tell me to go buy the items we need so that I can- buy the items we need?Fubuka chuckles, bitch face and all. Ignoring that she’s annoyed is getting hard for Sammie.֍ Fubuka: Since when are you such a mommy’s little girl? Fine. ‘Sammie, go buy the items we need’.֍ Sammie: At least I don’t call Inno ‘mommy’.Fubuka opens her mouth to say anything but all that comes out is a faint, little shriek of despair- as Sammie grabs Ellie by the hand and drags her.֍ Ellie: ƹƺ? Ʊɸϟ?֍ Sammie: Put on your sunglasses, Ellie.Sammie grabs the sunglasses and leaves them resting on the bridge of Ellie’s nose as they walk out. Still red, still taking side glances at the men’s bathroom, Fubuka decides it’s wise to wait a bit yet: she’s safe in the dark. Then, she runs behind them.
From the deep black below, Sammie, Ellie, and Fubuka climb the broken escalator, eyes fixed on the light coming from the world outside. Sammie opens the rusty barred door and tries to close it behind her, only to scream as one with Ellie as a hand from the dark gets in the way.֍ Fubuka: I’m going too.֍ Sammie: What the hell is wrong with you?֍ Ellie: ƹƹƺ! Ʊɸ Ʊɸϟƹƺƺ? Ʊɸϟ!Fubuka simply walks past, ascending to Transit City. The others follow suit, all reflected in the cracked black screen hanging above.֍ Sammie: Are you done crying? Did you see a rat or something?֍ Fubuka: Um… yeah, maybe?֍ Sammie: …You are kidding me, right?Fubuka giggles, but it’s short-lived. Considering that she could be right makes her tremble. Considering that a rat could have bit her makes her shiver. ֍ Ellie: …ɸϟƹƺ.Sammie steps out of the escalator, safe now in the shade of the abandoned supermarket complex. Straight ahead, on the street outside this alley, walk to and from their jobs the citizens of Queenstown, not nearly the swarm of people they had to endure at JB Sentral. Few glance over; all keep moving.Yet, like a deer under an Apache helicopter, Sammie considers taking a step back.֍ Fubuka: We should cover this place somehow. Those guys would freak out if they knew little girls are going in and out of a place like this.֍ Sammie: Those guys? You mean ‘everyone’?This time, it’s Fubuka who walks ahead, and Ellie who drags Sammie forward.
Fubuka was beginning to consider what a good person is until she caught a glimpse of Queenstown. What greets the trio the moment they step outside the alley is neatness. A clean, leveled street, a clear sky, colorful shops; rows of palm trees, of luxury cars, of lamp posts and trashcans, rows of everything and all in carefully crafted distance. Even the citizens walk at a fixed distance from each other. Even the colossal buildings rising from the ends of the world follow a clear pattern.֍ Sammie: Eh, where do we even go?֍ Fubuka: It doesn’t matter. Everything is so pretty here.There’s always a tall structure in sight no matter where Fubuka looks, they don’t get closer or further no matter where she moves. Patches of trimmed greenery are injected everywhere across the pavement, small plazas with vending machines are a common sight. Bikes galore of any color, some hanging from mechanized wall racks, most not even tied. Automatic parking barriers spawn all over the place, their striped arms going up and down the contrast between steel and grass evermore growing glaring.Ellie notices the big roman number drawn on the street as Fubuka takes the corner, the little blonde getting surprised by the sudden hits of pneumatic drills and hammers. She looks up to the big butt of a construction worker sitting on a floating board, hanging only from thin lines as he places a wide window in place.֍ Sammie: At least we get spared this cacophony down there.> Keep an eye out for KyubeyFubuka doesn’t ask what a “cacophony” is. Instead, she looks away and around pretty Queenstown, red eyes glossing all over the place looking for other red eyes, those of Kyubey.While Sammie realizes they aren't actually getting anywhere.
>Go around Queenstown and ask actual people where the stores would be.The truth of this town had quickly become apparent: under its attempts at seeming urban lies high tech everywhere, subtly meshing with the scenery.֍ Sammie: We should ask people where the places of interest are.֍ Fubuka: Places of interest? You mean the shops?֍ Sammie: Simply put, yes.֍ Fubuka: Simply put, you are a nerd. Fine. Go ask someone.Sammie looks at someone coming by. It’s a short man wearing glasses, dressed casually. The girl feels something crawling on her skin.֍ Sammie: You go.Fubuka turns to Sammie and grins and doesn't even answer- who just glances at the smaller blonde as the darkness in her own heart grows just a little wider. Considering age to be any kind of metric for intelligence is beyond primitive. Might as well beat someone with a stick to death and eat it instead of buying burgers.But, yes, she does walk up to him, dragging Ellie. And the man does stop.Although Sammie says nothing.Short man: Yes?And continues to say nothing until Fubuka kicks her in the heel.֍ Sammie: I-I want to eat a burger!And nothing further.Short man: Oh, um, that’s nice.Face still, only the eyelids of the man move to scan around. One of his hands is left lingering in the air.Short man: Are you girls doing one of those Tok Tok pranks?Ellie yells in teegardenian as Sammie yanks her away full throttle.>> ֍S (M1 Charisma roll: 20 = Failure) << (Ask people where the stores are.)
Thankfully, Queensway Shopping Centre is hard to miss, hogging a full block by itself. Of course, Fubuka asked. Standing under the massive steel letters spelling ‘QUEENSWAY SHOPPING CENTRE’, which is right over the gigantic poster of a black man screaming yet saying nothing, Fubuka, Sammie, and even Ellie realize that, despite their teacher always teasing around, they truly are small.Stepping inside, walking up a ramp, what greets them right off the bat is an arcade- humble in size, but not short on UFO catchers. Or dazzling lights.֍ Sammie: Awesome!֍ Fubuka: Yeah no time for that, let’s move it.Despite lacking context, Ellie wonders what Fubuka would have done had she seen Sammie’s disappointed glare. But, she doesn’t get hung up on that. Not very long. Just turning around is all it took.֍ Ellie: ɸAʮθψϋϟƹƺ?! Everything. Trinkets, jewels, shoes, backpacks, bikes, lava lamps, Rubick cubes, screens displaying videogames, flying drones you could test, racks of every type of clothing for every season, even a car- all taking just a little bit of room from the picture, but all there at the same time. Ellie doesn’t even notice Sammie’s hand stealing her away. The hallways are made of craft shops next to clothing stores next to Indian food stalls next to hardware stores. There’s so much she wants to grab or taste, so much to discover>> ֍E (M1 Physical Affinity roll: 16 = Failure) << (Break free from Sammie.)but Sammie grip is tight because she’s mad about being a year too young. Bummer.
> Shop for cleaning supplies: brooms, dusters, trash bags, strong tape, gloves, chemicals…֍ Sammie: This stupid shopping center- it’s so big, too big. It doesn't need to be this big. There’s no reason for it to be this big.֍ Fubuka: Are you mad at the shopping center for being big?֍ Sammie: You know what? Yes. I am. Do you have a problem with that?֍ Fubuka: Nope, hate away.> Shop for cleaning supplies: brooms, dusters, trash bags, strong tape (for sealing rat holes? maybe), gloves, chemicals…֍ Fubuka: There. Our first stop.֍ Elllie: ʮθψɷ?Ellie follows Fubuka’s finger and finds the cleaning supplies store. It just… doesn’t look exciting. Fubuka steps up to the counter with no hesitation, where an old lady wearing an apron greets her.֍ Fubuka: Hello. I want, um…Sammie’s face peeks from over Fubuka’s shoulder as the blonde racks her brains. Suddenly, Sammie feels bright inside, full of light, or maybe hope.֍ Fubuka: I want brooms, dusters, trash bags, tape, gloves, and chemicals.Fubuka puffs her chest proudly. Sammie feels nothing anymore.Old lady in an apron: Sure, dear. What kind of chemicals did your mom send you to buy?֍ Fubuka: The best! The best chemicals.Sammie feels a bit of light still.>> ֍F (M1 Intelligence roll: 71 = Success) << (Know basic everyday stuff about cleaning.)
> Shop for sleeping arrangements.They stumble upon a store full of beds and pillows while Ellie dragged Sammie to look at a talking cat animatronic.֍ Fubuka: Hi. We need somewhere we can sleep on.The bearded man in charge of the mattress store turns to the trio with a warm smile.Man with beard: What cute kids! Where 's daddy?Sammie grimaces at the question as Fubuka furrows her brow, yet steels on.֍ Fubuka: If I knew, that man would be dead. Man with beard: …Oh. I see.֍ Sammie: Damn…Man with beard: So, eh, momma sent you on an errand, right, little girls? ֍ Fubuka: Yes- NO!֍ Sammie: We need something portable we can sleep on comfortably.Man with beard: I see, I see! What do you want to use that for? Camping? Is it for your room? We do free shipping around here.Sammie opens her mouth, but remembers Inno’s instructions- like becoming Fubuka’s slave.֍ Sammie: No, that won’t do. We should be able to carry it from here.The man scratches his beard.Man with beard: Well, we do have air beds-
>Buy a "strong electric lights that is not fixed to a wall or celling".>Buy something like a handtorch.>Buy extension cords.֍ Fubuka: You know, you don’t freeze up when someone else is already talking.They ended up buying some ice cream to keep Ellie busy, only to lose track of their task themselves and wander around. Fubuka’s cone has a lot of pink and red, Ellie’s is a tower of six different flavors, and Sammie’s only has different kinds of chocolate.֍ Sammie: So what?֍ Fubuka: Nothing, just pointing it out.֍ Sammie: We didn’t tackle the most pressing issue yet. The total darkness.֍ Fubuka: I thought that was the burgers. The most pressing issue.Sammie finds ten different ways of poking fun at Fubuka, but her own stomach silences her sternly. Instead, she takes a sharp turn into a convenience store with many sections. Sammie walks up to the clerk, a young, ginger lady, opens her mouth- then freezes.Ginger Lady: Yes? What can I help you with?But it’s a convenience store. It’s not like just approaching some random guy on the street. It should be fine. The clerk speaks in broken English, with the pronunciation all wrong.֍ Sammie: I, um, need "a strong electric light that is not fixed to a wall or ceiling".Sammie is facing another direction, but at least the words came out. However, the ice cream on her cone slips because of the angle, and with a little scream she ends up catching the cold ball of chocolate with her other hand. The clerk just stares with her mouth curled.֍ Sammie: S-sorry. I also need a flashlight or something like that too.Her hand is freezing,Ginger Lady: I, umShe hastily takes out a napkin.Ginger Lady: Just drop that here.֍ Sammie: But I want to eat it.The muffled sound makes Sammie glance behind; Fubuka’s face is all red as she giggles like a hyena on fire, while grabbing Ellie’s hand herself. Faced with the surreal, the clerk quickly grabs Sammie’s hand and gently untangles the fingers herself, taking the chocolate ice cream ball into the napkin.֍ Sammie: But that was mine.Then the ginger store clerk walks to a fridge behind her, opens it up, then takes out not one but three packaged ice cream cones.Ginger Lady: On the house. Fair trade?֍ Sammie: Those three are for me, correct? I don’t have to share them.Ginger Lady: …No. All for you.֍ Sammie: G-good.
>Buy food. Sammie bought the extension cord at a hardware store, it was the only thing that had that kind of functionality. A few eyebrows were raised when she mentioned that the only outlets in her house are in the bathroom. Fubuka is still laughing her ass off.֍ Sammie: Shut up!! You are SO annoying!֍ Fubuka: I am SO telling Inno this, oh my god. And the ice cream bit!֍ Sammie: Do it! Why would I care?Yet Sammie is still red, her facade melting as the denial crumbles. Turning and turning like a screw, Ellie noticed: some of the people coming or going are wearing face masks. It’s always the grown-ups or the elderly, so she wonders what’s going on. Meanwhile, she mindlessly chews on the cone of the ice cream that Sammie gave her. Fubuka got nothing. ֍ Ellie: ƹƺʮθψ?Small round tables and chairs cram this wide new hallway, surrounded by many shops. Fried food, shawarma, tea, soda, hotdogs, a spinning chicken on display… They all have something in common.֍ Fubuka: Finally, food!֍ Ellie: Food!Likely, the only human word Ellie fully understands.֍ Fubuka: Ellie, let’s get those burgers and go back.֍ Ellie: Food!The place they find, because /of course/ there would be burgers, is a McDonalds. To Fubuka, the presence of the true US embassy is proof enough that this shopping centre doesn’t fuck around.֍ Fubuka: What are you going to eat? A burger?֍ Sammie: I can’t believe I said that.>Bring Ellie the menu and buy her the first three things she pointed atSammie looks bitter enough, but despite mourning she still picks up the plastic menu and shows it to Ellie. She pincers the alien’s index finger between her own and thumb and places it on the pictures of food.֍ Sammie: Point at what you want to eat.Ellie looks at Sammie longingly- then frantically stabs the picture of the burger over and over. The first three things she picked were one and the same. After watching, Fubuka alone walks up to the counter of the stall, trying to ignore the bright led screens with ads behind the cashier.
Inno’s trio left the Queensway Shopping Centre with nine Big Macs and a salad. Outside, the blades of wet grass under the sprinklers still shine like fire. Fubuka stops and therefore so does Ellie once at the bottom of the stairs that lead to the entrance. The hooded alien turns to stare at her wrangler quizzically, hoping to be out of the sun’s gaze soon.֍ Fubuka: Ellie, haven’t you forgotten something?֍ Sammie: Huh? You mean me?Behind those sunglasses, Ellie blinks in annoyance. This fool is speaking to her in the language of the Earth, hopefully at least knowing that she can’t understand her. Because then she would be evil but at least not that stupid. But when Fubuka starts waving her arm, torso, and head around, flailing her limbs around like a broken doll, Ellie’s annoyance becomes outright outrage.֍ Ellie: σΛЏ ƔƐƝ!! ƔƐƝƜ!!But then she sees it, the pattern: it’s like Fubuka has many limbs. That trash around nonstop like whips, that-֍ Ellie: …ɸʮψ?Ellie looks at her own hands. Then turns around. Then around, and around again,but her octopus isn’t around.֍ Fubuka: Wait! Don’t cry! Look!Too late, Ellie is already crying her eyes out, snot included. But she chokes on her own gasp when she finds the octopus on Fubuka’s arms, and rips it from her almost in a fit of rage.֍ Ellie: …Ɣ! ɸAϟƹƺ ɷɸʮθ ɸʮψ…! ƺ ɷɸʮ ɸʮψ…!֍ Sammie: You bought her a new one, didn’t you?֍ Fubuka: Never tell her.They truly had everything.(cont in a while!)
i'm sorry guois im like fr i had to like set the whole world and stuff but now that i already did i can already start going>FUCK>DAMNmore often. i knaaw at this point my credibility on this is at minus ten at least but you heard it here first yppj8 is my captcha i want the choices to have weighthave guca as token of piece
>>6336104>fr i had to like set the whole worldDon't apologize for this, mate. I enjoy the pace of the story, you make the character interactions worth the wait between updates.
day got fucking sucked by a black holeits gonna get better>>6336242that's a relief, but im still gonna try to make things more dynamic after this update
In the end, Fubuka saw no cat. Or anything like it.>>֍F(M3 Perception φ Roll: 59 = Failure)<< (Find Kyubey.)Hesitation may be defeat, but defeat is still way better than whatever could be creeping behind those rusty iron bars. The entrance to the forbidden subway isn’t any less creepy because they already went through it. Sammie, Fubuka, and even Ellie realize how easy it was when Inno was there with them.֍ Fubuka: This is the first thing we place we are going to add lights to.֍ Sammie: It won’t be. The extension cord only stretches so far.֍ Fubuka: So you didn’t even get us anything for this.֍ Sammie: It just so happens that lamps require electricity to work… you absolutely, irredeemably dumb ape faced farting monkey.Fubuka pushes Sammie to the bars, who screams loudly- very little, because she was barely at arms length from it.֍ Fubuka: HAHAHAHHA֍ Ellie: ƐϋƐϋƐϋƐϋƐϋƐϋƐϋ!֍ Sammie: Is this how you think it works?! To rule with violence and fear?!֍ Fubuka: Huh? What? No, I just think it’s funny. Huh… Hmm…Sammie stops herself when she realizes Fubuka is genuinely considering what she just said. Stuck inside her mind, even, as she scratches her own cheek absent-mindedly.֍ Fubuka: To rule with violence and fear…Thrown out by whatever’s going on, Sammie simply slams the bars aside and, well, carefully walks down the total darkness.
Once all the way down in the darkness, after touching the wall and turning left, Fubuka’s face stumbles upon a stretched arm.֍ Sammie: (Keep quiet. I hear voices.)֍ Fubuka: (It’s just Teacher Inno being mean to people of other colors.)But then Fubuka hears that other voice and doesn’t retort.Perfect voice: And do they know about… that?Racist voice: Yup, told em right off the bat. That Magical Girls become Witches, right? And so that we eat each other for dinner? Yeah, they know all that.Perfect voice: I do think humor has its limits with something so tragic. So you did, then. Yet, they are so young…Racist voice: I also told them there’s no fucking way they are living past eighteen, nineteen tops if they eat their broccoli.There’s a silence.Perfect voice: May I ask-Racist voice: And I also told them that I’m conking out in a year at most but that only as long as my MMR doesn’t drop under four thousand.There’s another silence. Ellie’s head peeks from the corner, but is soon dragged back into the darkness by tentacles.Perfect voice: I think it can’t be helped that will outlast the both of us. Letting them get ready for such an event is a mercy. But Inno, telling them that their life is limited may crush their hopes and dreams. It may be too much at once. It’s a huge gamble.Racist voice: Not telling them is also a gamble. Cause, you know what? We Magical Girls are a lucky bunch in a way everybody overlooks. We don’t have to worry about school or careers or jobs or bein liked by fuckin erryone and stuff, and we don’t have to be too careful about our health either. Like Perfect Lady over here thinking that cavemen also survived on takeout and fast food.Perfect voice: Why! Why do you always have to bring that up? Is it tradition at this point?Racist voice: The moment you step into this game you already don’t got that much to lose. And we girls who wished with hatred in our hearts are different, yknow?? We don’t have that bubble to pop. We rise from the mud, we start from the bottom of the barrel. And with a heavy burden like the ones these girls carry, the relief of not havin to seek redemption is even stronger than the pain of losing our future.Perfect voice: You have an interesting way to look at life as always.Racist voice: You have an interesting ass to look at as always.
Someone is sniffing. Loudly.Perfect voice: That is certainly the smell of burgers.Racist voice: I smell it too, but, like, oh my god… not meat? Not like, something more general? Like salt? Like…Someone is laughing. Loudly.Racist voice: …how the FUCK can you be so specific HAHAHA there’s no fucking way, there are so many brands and types of burgers and- Wait! I asked the girls to bring me a burger!Perfect voice: Oh for…Fubuka and Sammie shriek internally.֍ Sammie: (We’ll be caught!)֍ Fubuka: (Run away! Grab Ellie and-)But Ellie isn’t there. They finally peek from the corner. Dragging her octopus behind her, Ellie is peacefully making her way to the light.
Perfect voice: Looks like we’ve got a tiny visitor.Ellie glances at the blinding light at the side, then at the two women standing in front of the subway. She can see both of them clearly: Inno, her guardian, and the lady from Inno’s laptop.֍ Inno: Don’t be shy, Ellie. It’s just Weird Eyes.○|○ Weird Eyes: It’s just me.Ellie didn’t care about her anyway, but Weird Eyes' soothing voice got her staring, and staring at Weird Eyes made her care. Short bright yellow hair with black shades, a beige turtleneck sweater, deep blue jeans, a stance of comfy confidence, a quiet little smile, and eyes that her little alien mind can’t parse well, as it turns out, are the ingredients to make the prettiest woman she had ever seen on either planetbut what truly caught Ellie’s attention was the red-eyes white weasel-thing licking its paws on that pretty perfect shoulder.֍ Ellie: Kϟbeʮ!/ 人◕ ‿‿ ◕人＼: Kyu!Kyubey jumps away as Ellie climbs Weird Eyes like a ladder, and when Ellie launches herself from the shoulder Kyubey dodges the other alien by leaping through the subway’s empty window.○|○ Weird Eyes: Holy Kyubey!But when Ellie is about to give chase she finds that her feet don’t reach the ground, and two hands under her armpits.֍ Inno: Give it up, Ellie. This one is off-limits.Kyubey peeks from inside the subway./ 人◕ ‿‿ ◕人＼: Ɏɷɸ ƱӜӘQ ƱθȿɎΛЏAnd Ellie stops flailing her arms and legs around, suddenly limp like an annoyed cat.
֍ Sammie: Why is it off-limits?Sammie and Fubuka walk into the humble spotlight, noticing that it comes from a cellphone on a bench to the left.֍ Inno: Cause Kyubeys are sacred to Weird Eyes. She wants em going around making contracts.○|○ Weird Eyes: Good afternoon, Fubuka and Sammie. Did you find the journey amusing?The polite way the pretty woman addresses them, by facing them fully and looking straight at them, is an off-putting, stark contrast to whatever they got used to with Inno. Both Sammie and Fubuka already talked to her through the webcams, but having the conversation face to face proves different for many reasons. For one, they both have to swallow the sad certainty that this is the most beautiful woman they will ever see.֍ Sammie: W-What matters is what’s on the inside! Aesthetics are for shallow people!○|○ Weird Eyes: Oh my, is that so?Weird Eyes rests her hand on her cheek as she smiles faintly, fixing those weird eyes on Sammie- who looks away as if someone had just hit her in the face with a bouquet of roses.֍ Fubuka: You are so pretty that I want to eat you. I want to know how you taste.Weird Eyes glances at Inno, who glances at Weird Eyes. Inno just giggles, and Weird Eyes just scoffs at the teacher warmly.○|○ Weird Eyes: My, my-The pretty woman joins her hands over her chest, as if begging.○|○ Weird Eyes: Please don’t eat me. Oh, and Ellie; I know what will cheer you up.Ellie insists on bitching in teegardenian and punching Inno’s hands- until Weird Eyes comes back.○|○ Weird Eyes: Taran! Looks like someone forgot a friend.Inno drops Ellie unceremoniously, who doesn’t even notice. Weird Eyes is holding her octopus amicably, even making its tentacles dance. But Ellie looks from over that shoulder she just leaped from. The octopus is there, behind the flawless woman; she dropped in when she went after Kyubey. But; it’s in Weird Eyes’ arms as well. But; it’s also right there behind her? But Weird Eyes is holding it, right in front of her…Ellie grabs her own head.
֍ Inno: I can’t fucking believe it was burgers.○|○ Weird Eyes: Ugh! Just cut it out already. Stop laughing!֍ Inno: That isn’t even your magical power, is it? Jesus fucking Christ.֍ Sammie: Would you mind your language, ever?֍ Fubuka: Hush, you. The adults are talking.The cellphone is now hanging right on top of the group as they sit on the floor around all the remaining burgers and Fubuka’s lonely salad. The spotlight from the flashlight is so focused on them that it’s like there’s nothing else in the universe. Sammie still takes secret peeks at Weird Eyes, Fubuka straight up looks at her with no shame whatsoever, and Ellie is dual-wielding octopuses, having an existential crisis. The sunglasses she’s wearing turn towards the Kyubey on that shoulder.֍ Ellie: ӜӘɎɷ? ʮθψϋϟƹƺ!/ 人◕ ‿‿ ◕人＼: Ellie says: Why can’t I have it? It 's not fair.֍ Inno: Cause Weird Eyes says ‘no’. You gonna have to convince her. Right, eh?○|○ Weird Eyes: That is right. You are going to have to convince me to give it to you./ 人◕ ‿‿ ◕人＼: Ellie says: Do it yourself.֍ Inno: Wassat? I’m kinda deaf from all the shooting, sorry./ 人◕ ‿‿ ◕人＼: Ellie sa-֍ Inno: Take a hint, you flea-infested ugly-ass cat-weasel.○|○ Weird Eyes: Inno! That’s no way to talk to Holy Kyubey. Anyway, how was the trip? Tell me about it, tell me.Fubuka smiles with her eyes and remembers the time Inno and her tried to dance by the waterfall, both sucking - but then is stabbed by the memory of Inno almost getting deported at Woodlands Checkpoint. It’s the memory of Inno hitting a new, advanced computer over and over to make it work, surrounded by a crowd. Sammie beams up and is brought back to that moment when a monitor lizard climbed on top of the motorhome- but then is burned by the memory of Inno almost getting deported at Woodlands Checkpoint. She’s vividly reminded of when Inno got hand-cuffed and slammed against a patrol car and suddenly started speaking in fluent german.֍ Fubuka: Oh, it was fun.֍ Sammie: Yes, sort of.
֍ Inno: Took the Lebuhraya Utara-Selatan aaaaaaall the way from Kuala Lumpur, then the Lebuhraya Senai, then the Skudai Highway to Johor Bahru. We just sat our asses, had tea, learned some Coordination, enjoyed the views, ate some Nasi Lemak, took turns to sleep on the sofa, and made some trips to the woods when we had to. I forgot to buy paper once and-֍ Sammie: Yes, it was very fun!!֍ Fubuka: You forgot that I learned how to make a campfire! We stargazed from inside the tent.֍ Sammie: Yes, I hated it.֍ Inno: A pangolin or something took a shit inside the van and I couldn’t find it, so we had to make friends with nature for the night./ 人◕ ‿‿ ◕人＼: Ellie says: I punched that monkey and saved us.֍ Inno: Ellie made friends with a macaque. ֍ Fubuka: The macaque won though.Ellie punches Fubuka in the arm, who then steals Ellie’s burger and takes a bite out of it. Inno grabs Ellie from under her armpits as if she was an angry cat and Weird Eyes gently takes Ellie’s burger from Fubuka’s mouth.○|○ Weird Eyes: It does seem like you had a nice trip, then. That makes me happy.֍ Inno: I did end up in jail and then almost got deported, but yeah, it was awesome.○|○ Weird Eyes: What-֍ Inno: We also had to make a run for it when they caught Ellie on the steering wheel having a beer. Had to leave the van behind and all, but all’s well that ends well.○|○ Weird Eyes: What-!֍ Inno: Had to let her cause I played a prank on her and it went too bad or too well dependin on how you see it. But it’s fiineeeeee. Ellie can teleport to it and get our home back.Inno flicks open the lid of the thermos with her thumb and serves herself more tea.֍ Inno: That was when this little shit somehow got rid of its leash. / 人◕ ‿‿ ◕人＼: I have more important things to do than translate for Ellie Teegarden, Innocence Latvia.○|○ Weird Eyes: Remember, Holy Kyubey…/ 人◕ ‿‿ ◕人＼: I know, I know, sheesh.
֍ Inno: So what did you girls buy besides broom handles?Fubuka, burger in mouth, leaves the spotlight and then emerges from the darkness with many bags.֍ Fubuka: Dusters, trash bags, tapes, gloves, and some chemicals for cleaning.֍ Sammie: The ///best/// chemicals.She earns a glare from Fubuka.֍ Fubuka: We also got air beds. Easy to carry, but big enough for two.֍ Inno: How many you got?֍ Fubuka: Two? There’s four of us.֍ Inno: Oh, so you are sharing with Sammie.֍ Sammie & Fubuka: NO.Weird Eyes giggles silently.○|○ Weird Eyes: At some point you two will have to become friends. You are family now, after all.֍ Inno: Lady Perfect here and me used to hate each others guts so bad before, you know? And I’m still jealous of that perfect ass.Neither of the girls addresses the issue. Ellie picks up a cockroach.֍ Sammie: We also bought lights. There is no need for us to linger in darkness anymore.Sammie digs into the bag and takes out an actual flashlight. She points it towards the subway and turns it on; it’s at least five times brighter than the light coming from the cellphone.֍ Inno: Daaaaamn. We should never look at that lens up close.֍ Sammie: I also thought we’d need extension cords, since our only current source of electricity is in the bathroom. And given our knowledge and resources I do not know how likely that is to change.○|○ Weird Eyes: You speak so well for your age.֍ Sammie: T-thanks.
֍ Fubuka: Hey, I really think Sammie has a crush on you, Weird Eyes. Like a totally lesbian thing.Sammie calmly leaves her burger on the floor and the bag behind her and calmly tackles Fubuka down, who was completely ready and holds her ground.֍ Fubuka: I’m helping you, retard!֍ Sammie: Y-you know, I would explain the concept of ‘projection’ but there’s just no way we could cram so many words inside that stupid brain of yours!○|○ Weird Eyes: Hmm… If that is the case, then I wouldn’t worry or feel embarrassed. There is no need for you to fret on my behalf.Fubuka and Sammie stop trying to wrestle each other down and look. Weird Eyes places a hand on her heart.○|○ Weird Eyes: My wish was to be perfect. In a way, it wouldn’t be me you find beautiful, but the concept itself. I may look like this, but since it is not beauty given form by my own hand it does not represent me.֍ Inno: What Weird Eyes here is saying is that it’s as if she carried a painting painted by someone else.○|○ Weird Eyes: I do think that is accurate enough, at least.֍ Inno: Stop trying to murder each other right after eating. Burgers are heavy.Fubuka and Sammie stop trying to murder each other. The cockroach is on Ellie’s nose. Sammie sighs. She grabs the bag again.֍ Sammie: And to solve the overall illumination concern, I got us these.She takes the out “strong electric lights that is not fixed to a wall or celling" and spreads it.Inno and Weird Eyes, taken by surprise, just study it with genuine curiosity. All the while, Inno is still chewing with her mouth wide open.֍ Inno: Fo’ real???
○|○ Weird Eyes: Hehe! The Coordinator’s Shop is looking quite festive!֍ Inno: That’s cause we are celebrating.○|○ Weird Eyes: This takes me back.Sammie keeps spreading the flickering Christmas lights across the station and sticking the wires to the walls with duct tape. Some are red, some are green, some are blue, and some are yellow; to Ellie there are only red and yellow lights. Meanwhile, Fubuka and Weird Eyes sweep the dirt with the brooms into tiny mountains of it, which Fubuka tries to pick up with her gloved hands because she forgot to buy a dustpan. It isn’t easy.֍ Fubuka: Shit!She then angrily tosses the ball of dirt into an open bag, causing the dust to scatter and form a cloud and spread around.֍ Fubuka: I am NEVER getting married.○|○ Weird Eyes: Well, house-husbands are getting quite trendy these days…֍ Inno: Then what are you waiting for?○|○ Weird Eyes: For you to learn how to cook, perhaps?It’s as if with each step Sammie takes along the walls the deserted subway station grows bigger. True to her word, the ginger store clerk sold Sammie strong lights, weak by themselves but not with their numbers. Yet given the size of total length of the wire Sammie decided to limit herself to this half of the station only instead of crossing the rails to the other side, and is soon finishing the lap around it.֍ Inno: Bit flashy, but I mean; it works.○|○ Weird Eyes: And quite well. I’m surprised as well.֍ Inno: The floor is looking great too.It isn’t, but Fubuka smiles anyway. Sammie comes back, sweeping the sweat from her forehead with the end of the checkerboard scarf.֍ Sammie: Done. What now? ○|○ Weird Eyes: If I may… perhaps you may need to take a shower?Sammie says something but grimacing stops her mid-sentence. The sinks in the bathroom and the toilets are their only source of water; there are no showers in a subway station. Suddenly a bit nervous, Sammie becomes very aware that she is sweating- and it feels awful. At least the ‘best chemicals’ that Inno poured into the toilets seem to be doing their job, whichever that is.֍ Inno: Tea is running out.○|○ Weird Eyes: Maybe you could consider spending the night at a hotel?Inno shakes her head firmly.֍ Inno: Too risky. One background check and we are done for. The further we stay from their radars the better.֍ Fubuka: Wait- so there was something wrong with our papers, then?○|○ Weird Eyes: Yes. There was.Sammie, Fubuka, and even Ellie turn to look at Weird Eyes in disbelief.
֍ Inno: Hey, we got here, didn’t we? And it’s all thanks to her. As long as we lay low for a bit everything should work out just fiiiiiiiineee.֍ Sammie: Then we aren’t just invading a subway station? We are invading a whole country?֍ Inno: This is illegal as /fuck/, yeah. But it doesn’t matter. “Ilegal” doesn’t mean “immoral”, y’know.֍ Sammie: That sentence must be the dictionary definition of ‘Innocence Latvia’...Inno opens a palm towards Weird Eyes.֍ Inno: Weird Eyes here is our eldest sister. Y’all already know how very very old she is, but I say that because you can trust her with anything.Weird Eyes yet puffs a cheek and looks away.֍ Inno: She got us here because there was an accident during a coordination and one of her patients died as a result. She is scared now, which would make her a hazard to her patients. A scared surgeon could shred someone to pieces just because her pulse is shaking.Weird Eyes shoots Inno a direct, worried look, who shrugs it off by placing her hand on the perfect girl’s shoulder.֍ Inno: I want them to know that this is a thing that can happen. They won’t be too scared as long as it doesn’t happen to them.○|○ Weird Eyes: …I agree.Ellie has eaten the cockroach.֍ Fubuka: So all this time during practice we could have…֍ Inno: Nah. I was touching my Soul Gem all the time, remember? Besides, if it happens, it happens. It’s a risk worth taking.֍ Sammie: I’m not sure I want to ask but how likely is that to happen?֍ Inno: Not very. Let me finish. We are here to take over this territory and help out the Magical Girls of Queenstown and whoever else comes. Perfect Girl here will spread the news and direct her old customers to us, and also help us out start up the shop by doing anything but actual manual labor of any sort whatsoever. ○|○ Weird Eyes: Why!! I was sweeping just about now.֍ Inno: Couldn’t help myself. However, we still got to let the new Magical Girls know that we are here, and some of those don’t even know that there are other Magical Girls besides themselves. So I want you brainstorming how. And I want you all thankin her, cause she got us here and likes that kind of attention and cause she still spent ten years saving lives regardless. Quite a little detail, ain’t it?Inno locks arms with Weird Eyes’ playfully and smiles at her. Ten years dancing with death, but one was all it took.
Sammie sighs.֍ Sammie: It’s simple. The numbers check out. Thank you, Weird Eyes.֍ Fubuka: Thank you so much for helping Teacher Inno, Weird Eyes./ 人◕ ‿‿ ◕人＼: Ellie says: I will give you a cockroach.Weird Eyes’ confident stance is shaken, and her eyes do look wet- but she does giggle in stride.○|○ Weird Eyes: Hehe, this is kinda embarrassing… Thank you all for coming too. Welcome to Transit City.֍ Inno: Quite very much appreciated.○|○ Weird Eyes: I do feel like I’m married with three kids.֍ Inno: You do mean four, don’t you, biggest sister?Weird Eyes glances at Inno from the side with a little smirk-who then bursts out laughing.֍ Inno: Oh-My-God, sis! Stop trying to fuck me, you stupid idiot!○|○ Weird Eyes: What. What.Inno’s jaw shakes. Fubuka and Sammie share a /look/; the mood swing made Weird Eyes short-circuit.֍ Inno: Can’t you see? You need me. I’m your lifeline in this world of horny bitches. If you cut your own lifeline- what do you think is gonna happen? You are gonna end up thinkin errybody just wants to jump your bones!○|○ Weird Eyes: WHATPanic finally sets in as Weird Eyes glances at the little girls, two of who take a step back just in case.֍ Inno: Alright. So… Biggest Sis here is hogging all the girlfriends. ALL of them. And even so, even soooo, she still thinks that not even one of them really likes her. Cause she thinks having so many girlfriends is bad, and that she is bad too because of that. So she gets more. More and more.○|○ Weird Eyes: Inno, stop! You did drink, didn’t you? There is no way that little girls should be hearing this kind oaaaAAAAA--The perfect girl screams because Inno started princess-carrying her.○|○ Weird Eyes: I-Inno? -What are you even doing?֍ Inno: Shut the fuck up, bitch, you love this! Girls, we are going for some beers and cigarettes. Would you mind taking care of the rest? I know you don’t.○|○ Weird Eyes: Let me gooooooo-!The ‘...ooooooooooo…’ fades in the distance as Weird Eyes is kidnapped through the broken escalator. Fubuka stares at the entrance as if her brain broke, then princess-carries Ellie on impulse to try to understand /something/; the meek alien just lets her. Still processing what just happened, Sammie finds herself wondering if they can use cash in Transit City or if everything here is already digital. Emotions aren’t her forte, so she seeks certainty trying to at least figuring something else out.>It’s already getting late.
>>6337278it ate helen. it was already overthere you go guys; another prompt. use it carefully, and enjoy it while it lastsnah fr im gonna change i swear aaaaaa
this reads like a fever dream, good job, QM
>>6337565mom i think i had a nightmareoh no! do you want to tell me?140 posts but a single fucking prompt momjesus fucking christ son
>>6337282>Ride the Fubukamobil until it gets boring.>Remember what Inno said about getting the car back>... teleport to the carEllie help! In before she starts a border conflict between Singa- Transit city and MalaysiaAlso>/ 人◕ ‿‿ ◕人＼: I know, I know, sheesh.Weasle cat is getting too sassy, I say we shoot it until it behaves.
>>6337284QM effort megaposting is a blessingI made sure to read the entire previous update again everytime I check for updates lolIf I am not told this is meguca all this content is basically cgdct SoL plus some action and I am having fun imagining the scene>all the small details and incidents>all the decisions made into a sceneYou write good>CHRISTMAS DECO LIGHTSI originally expected them to go to that big ass ikea at the opposite side of the road to find stuff but nopeBut this outcome is so much more better than I could imagine, amazing>dumping weirdeyes and inno interactionI crave for lore, for me it suppliments any info on the intention of the quest so please dump at a comfortable pace, like really
>>6337618Holy crap, Sammie. How long did this take to whip up?
>>6337282>sweat from hard workIt's Singa-- Transit CityIt's in South East AsiaAnd most South East Asian washrooms are equipped with a bidet shower in at least one of the compartmentsDon't tell me it's not therejust use that thing as a shower for now>Think Sammie think>Do you have spare clean clothes>Do you have a towel>Can't you use your scarf as a towel for now (and rinse and clean it before using it as a towel)>look around and see if there are other sources of water other than the sink(obviously not counting the water in the toliet bowl)>It would be good if there is a shower but if not just do multiple body wipedowns with sink water and wet towel>and take note tomorrow need to buy tolietries and spare sets of clothes and shoes>and a big bucket and a water dipper for bathing in this place from now on>unless you know plumbing>Convince Fubuka we need all that stuff because, again, she owns the card>...or do we have enough time to find the nearest sport staduim to use their showers?Sammie, why do you even wear a wool shirt and scarf in the tropicsOr am I in a delusion that Inno and gang are in the tropics?
>>6337620About 9 hoursaka about 3 sleepless nights with half of the time being distracted finding the right musicI try to follow what is described within the thread but since Fubuka image is based on clownpiece I have zillion doubts should I add a zun hat on herinb4 touhou fans coming to murder me
>>6337578the passport says this is Transit City>shoot the catworth mentioning, the cat held onto WE's shoulder>>6337618sweet fuck that looks gorgerous like srsly, and pretty much canon lmao. it makes me feel that DETERMINATION that Toby Fox loves to talk about so much. we already got visuals of the girls, we are getting so spoiled around here already. i love ellie's eyes behind those sunglasses, the shape of the octupus face, sassy fubuka with those nails, and sammie about to tackle her the fuck down those stairs. jk lmao she wouldnt do that. right? the contrast of how colorful fubuka and colorless sammie works great. also ellie's raincoat-dress is better than i imagined>cgdct Solmao so true. we more azumanga daioh than madoka magica so far>I crave for loreim trying to avoid infodumping but i cant avoid SoLdumping. the duality of magical girls>>6337644>Don't tell me it's not theresammie can always ask>...or do we have enough time to find the nearest sport staduim to use their showers?it is getting late, but it's still not late enough that most shops are closing. sammie wouldn't even have to run, but that's about t>Sammie, why do you even wear a wool shirt and scarf in the tropicscause her favorite anime characters (unlike her favorite book characters) always wear the same clothes, that's how they show their personality. sammie wants everyone to think shes all cool and dark and mysterious so she wears a scarf with 28°C>Or am I in a delusion that Inno and gang are in the tropics?they are. poor girls sweat is getting sticky already, but looking cool is all about suffering>>6337646>dat second spoilerits perfect as is. fubuka may be another wis1 dumbass, but that 1 contains what little she knows about what's socially acceptable. she'd err from the side of being too disconnected with what she actually likes than from the side of going to school dressed like naruto; there are many ways of being sillyhave this inno as a token of my gratitude
>>6337811Thanks. I haven’t (consciously) thought that far about the details thoughNow we get Inno full portrait, yay>on the way to Transit City>drenched in rain>walked in patches of jungles>stepped in mud>certainly looking like a total hoboSammie dressed like parents worrying their kids outgrowing their clothes too soon and given her height that probably made her look like a slightly tall 9yr old kid just came back from playing puddlesNice disguise, Sammie, even you don't mean it>check again the water sources in the washrooms, each compartment>check water drainage spots for a place to actually wash upI still don't know if the bum gun is a common thing in Sammie's country of origin so gonna just make her check one more time for thinking how to get a shower in this placeI think any spare clothes have been crashed along with the motorhome on rampage leading the herd of cows so>think of going out again and buy sets of the same/similar clothes and whatever to sleep with>convince Fubuka we need to get soap and shampoo and a washbasin and towels to wash away the scent of rain and jungle since morning>so we need to move our asses out of the station again>and get an electric kettle for hot water and making tea>so I can worry about other things like finally exploring the damm stationIs Teegardenian translation server Kyubey available for service? Might as well>communicate plan with Ellie and see what goesBut I do not have high hopes for the motorhome being intact other than retreiving anything valuable enoughOr not being impounded from the cop chase just around a major highway in the entire Peninsular MalaysiaAAAAAAA MY AUTISTIC ASS CAN'T STOP PLAYING LIVE DOT COM IN A FUCKING QUEST meguca royale quality of life improvement edition
>>6337811>worth mentioning, the cat held onto WE's shoulderIt was a mere suggestion. Just you wait until one of us gets a firearm, Ratcat, just you wait...Anyway, figured I should be clearer what my actions are so:>Ride the Fubukamobil until it gets boring.>Remember what Inno said about getting the car back>Leave the squids watching one another so that none get lost again>Teleport... near the car, in the forest we escaped through, in case someone was already there.>If it's clear, take all the important things a Teegardener can hold on her person and teleport back to the Kōdinēta no omise >Dump the horde of goodies wherever's clean enough to do so.>>6337618PEAK PEAK PEAK! I love's Fubuka's expression and Sammie's pose, not to mention Ellie looking adorable there. I use the "Teegardener Biology Quirk" card as to explain how she is enduring the heat of SE Asia while dressed for the weather in Scotland.
>>6337996>an ET in blackQuirks for surviving in the edge of the day zone perhaps? Wiki told me Teegarden b surface temperature is 28C but if given with earth-like atmosphere might be even warmer than an average day in Transit City with all the oceans trapping the heat. My guess is Ellie might feel just right with that stuffy raincoat dress. If not for the good'ole Sol for humans bombarding her copious amounts of UV rays though Speaking of which>>6337282>>6337990>Also get an electric fan or mobile air-con to give some convection within the station
guuuys fubukanon hasnt posted in like three days and vanished like a week ago alreadyi hateeeeeeeeee this, but if it doesn't show up by tomorrow we gonna have to replace her. what do you think? too soon?
>>6338476 ̶M̶a̶y̶b̶e̶ ̶l̶i̶f̶e̶ ̶h̶a̶p̶p̶e̶n̶e̶d̶ ̶t̶o̶ ̶F̶u̶b̶u̶k̶a̶n̶o̶n̶ ̶I̶ ̶c̶o̶u̶l̶d̶ ̶w̶a̶i̶t̶ ̶a̶ ̶w̶h̶i̶l̶e̶ ̶b̶u̶t̶......up to you QM and Ellie anon, I was thinking of rules along the lines of a week since last post or three days since last action prompt but since it's a small group of people here it will be best to reach a consensus with everyone
also a quest mechanics question here regarding to Sammiehow to determine the completeness of her stories which likely ties to character development?do you need a pastebin that somehow resembles how Sammie writes her stories? The parts already written from my side could be decoupled from what has exactly written at Sammie's side.I am quite sure me being a grown up ass beaten numb by capitalism would see things differently from Sammie the 12 year old meguca that probably skipped last year of primary school, so I would think that certain content would need spending action to research, or a roll to determine if she is convinced or she have other thoughts deep down and would like to make it go her wayRemember the first story of dragons living in a dragon world with more dragons that has a pokemon-ish position in the story? If they count as characters, Sammie transformed into it would have the position as the the coordinator's shop pet that requires terribly high maintaince and I am looking forward for that to happen (sorry Sammie)What sort of medium she would store information of her stories? On Inno's laptop when she is not using?inb4 she uploads to the internet and gets single digit views and got mad at people telling her that she needs to be 18 to post there
>>6338504>do you need a pastebin that somehow resembles how Sammie writes her stories?noooo, nothing so brutal as writing full stories, don't worry. sammie transforms into characters, so simply having her define a character and its attributes is good enough. a few tips off the top of my head-sammie can define a character by writing it down on her little notebook, on inno's laptop, or straight-up thinking about it-right when using her magic sammie will transform according to the details of the characters she has in mind in the current moment. therefore, reading said character's characteristics right as she transforms makes successful transformations easier, otherwise you'll have to roll to see what parts she can manage to remember on her own>so I would think that certain content would need spending action to research, or a roll to determine if she is convinced or she have other thoughts deep down and would like to make it go her waywhen writing a character, if it's too smart or too wise, or if its beliefs go against her own, you'll have to roll int or wis accordingly. writing a super detective or a genius or a messiah ain't easy>coordinator's shop petdoable but keep in mind that staying transformer drains your Soul Gem. a simple character won't eat away that much at it so don't worry, there's room to fuck around, but both complexity and power will both make it harder for sammie to literally remain in-character and for her Soul Gem to remain clear>What sort of medium she would store information of her stories? On Inno's laptop when she is not using?it can be anything really; what matters is that she remembers the character correctly as she transforms. >>6338498>̶M̶a̶y̶b̶e̶ ̶l̶i̶f̶e̶ ̶h̶a̶p̶p̶e̶n̶e̶d̶ ̶t̶o̶ ̶F̶u̶b̶u̶k̶a̶n̶o̶n̶i know. im willing to wait, and the pacing is already slow because of me. ill fuck around a bit in the meantime cause i wanna write
guis we are so FUCKEDnah but we need a new fubukanon. i know a full week hasn't passed since last post but fubukanon hasn't been playing for long so there's not much to hang onto. it's also early down the line so the damage will be minimal. let's just hope someone has the heart to adopt fubuka, this is such a new circumstance lawl
>>6339515I just lurk here, but I also lurk/play in the other multiplayer meguca quests. I'd recommend you consider piloting her for a while, while allowing an anon to jump in when one shows. Leaving it up to chance, or just waiting until someone turns up is probably not the best. (Though giving it a day won't be the end of the world, if you really want, maybe you could try to put out a call on the general thread, through results may vary)
>>6339674>I'd recommend you consider piloting her for a while, while allowing an anon to jump in when one shows.it's not a bad idea, but i think it's too early to turn fubuka into an npc even temporarily. with all her background and all, just like sammie and ellie she still doesn't have a direction she wants to go, and i don't wanna mess that up> if you really want, maybe you could try to put out a call on the general threadhey that could be fun. desu i wanna give fubuka to jimenanon, but i dunno if and when shes gonna read this. lets try the callout, could be fun
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I actually forgot that this was on going until I checked the images on my phone just today and saw all the clownpiece images I had saved for later Aaaaaaaaa I thought this was months ago how has it only been a week??I’ll read the last update again and post in a little bit (if I didn’t kill the game already) You guys shouldve continued without me!
>>6337618This is awesome, Ellie's really cute.>>6337282I should have thought of testing charisma to convince a store clerk to pick items out for me, that would have been a great idea. Seems like it worked out ok though. Contacting local magical girls without going through kyuubey or attracting attention from anyone else is going to be tricky but I guess staking out local high schools might work? Or rooftops. Or labyrinths.>>6339515committing seppukuFubuka would want to...> Finish cleaning the bathrooms> Decide where we are putting the beds (and clean there extra too)> Get mad at Sammie for ditching early to take a shower> Continue cleaning and setting up in a pique of rageI don't know what co-ordinators do, it must be a mobile game thing, but we probably want tables and chairs and stuff next(this is my 4th time trying to post this, keeps getting filtered as spam)
>>6341145okay, it was because I'd linked to too many messages
good to see you back
>>6341102>You guys shouldve continued without me!we couldn't. it's too early to npc fubuka since she still doesn't have a direction, and even worse when it could cause railroads>I actually forgot that this was on goingthis is why i wrote the "If you intend to give this a go, consider that joining this quest would be a responsibility" bit but of course this always has its risks. players can't know what they are getting into, if they are going to get hooked or not, sometimes updates take a while, life happens, etc. but please, whatever it is, do let us know.it took a week or something but guess what, we get to roll. we didn't do this before cuz i was waiting for erryone to vote first in case their actions affected each other or decided to change their minds. that can still happen>>6337996>Teleport... near the car, in the forest we escaped through, in case someone was already there.aight my nagas from warcraft 3, first teleport thenlet us review:>Can teleport to any place that she can remember. Teleporting to places she sees in pictures does not work, as her magic demands ample amount of details.>Can only teleport herself.>The further she teleports, the longer the cooldown to use her magic again.->Instant.you get two choices: a) teleport to the last place she saw the car: to get to the Coordinator's shop from the forest's entrance, Ellie had to walk a lot, then take a bus, then a subway across Woodlands Causeway, then two more subways to Queenstown. it's a long distance, yet not super long or anything, this is ma3 roll. over 20 it succeeds, the closest it is to 100 the lower the cooldown to use it again. the further is goes under 20 the furthest ellie will end up from where she wants to go.b) teleport to inside the car itself: the current distance between ellie and the car is unknown, but considering how far it could have gone this still falls into the realm of m3 rolls. no need to give it too much thought this time>>6341145plz review>>6337990since sammie here is asking permission. negotiate or ban if you may>I don't know what co-ordinators do, it must be a mobile game thing, but we probably want tables and chairs and stuff nextcoordinators tune the Soul Gems of Magical Girls in order to help. the way it usually goes is that the patient rests in an operation table (or sofa in your case cause poorfag) while the coordinator does its thing. just like sammie with inno at the start of the questof course, there are many ways to go about it. as long as the patient gets to relax, shit works, and the more relaxed it is the easier it is to work. yes, this will affect rolls, mark this somewhere
Rolled 77 (1d100)>>6341174Ellie...smart!I pick the option a)watch it crit fail and she returns home
>>6341102Welcome back Fubukanon, my favourite rival even though I don't know what happened for us to be bickering so much>>6341174>negotiate or ban if you mayOh no, no card means no moneymoney can't solve everything but no money can't solve anythingI will use convince>convince Fubuka the sweeping can be done anytime while we live here but the stores will close when it is too late!>and tell her it's not ditching, it's thinking ahead since everyone needs to shower anyways>"...don't tell me you are the kind of person who does not shower under this weather, ew">if convince fail just do something useful like inspecting the walls with a torchlight and sealing holes with tape, at least Sammie is not afraid of geckos>bring a broom in case other sorts of creatures comes out of the holesIf the day is going to end after this>see what Ellie brings backI will overlook the fact that Inno tells us to stick together>still find a way to get a shower>before bed look at soul gem as if her characters' soul are also in there>mentally conjure the image of herself and her main characters sitting in a round table with mind translation on>ask all of them how would they deal with a person like Fubuka in the most sustainable way since we are going to be stuck together for some long timeBarras is a blockhead whose neurons only activates on the subject of dragonhood friendship power, so he might have very straightforward answers that may or may not apply; Klarver is a too much of a lone wolf so he is just here for the attendance; The only person I could expect is Taravia who has actually attended court meetings of the tribal alliance and dealt with petty disputes between tribes, but I am not sure of stately affairs could be used on a personal relationshipHere go and rack your brains Sammie
welp, i guess that this is what we get>>6341145>Finish cleaning the bathroomsm1 int to see how it goes>Decide where we are putting the bedsso where are you putting them??>Continue cleaning and setting up in a pique of ragethe previous int1 roll will see how this goes tooi have like no idea when fubukanon is gonna strike again but what else can we do...>>6341271you know what, you can roll int and charisma against fubuka. if she doesn't answer and you win the roll you convince her and i can just fucking writeeeeeeee>ask all of them how would they deal with a person like Fubuka in the most sustainable way since we are going to be stuck together for some long timeand let them tell me about it too aaaaaaaaaaaaa>Barras>Klarver>Taraviaany details on these three i should know? like how they look etc? no need to give enough like to transform, just whichever you want
>>6341764I guess I would roll first, I am going to spam character details once I actually get their images ready aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaWhy are we always rolling with out worse stats aaaaaaaaaaaaaaa
Rolled 34, 12 = 46 (2d100)>>6341764>>6341824damm I did not put the "dice+" in the optionGo Sammie go with your worse stats and hyper introvert energy trying to actually convince with a person you don't like lol
>>6341825char attempt failedmeaning we have to wait>Why are we always rolling with out worse statsthats what sammie hates the most lmao. to do what she wants she first has to earn that breadit's been a week. that being said, i don't mind if starting up takes ages as long as we pick up rhythm at some point
It’s a gas station in the middle of a highway, surrounded by the two-way lanes and the clear morning sky. A golden retriever pops from the window of an SUV, a butterfly lands on some kid’s hotdog, a man finds a picture of a Dwayne the Rock Johnson inside his wife’s wallet, and a woman curses under her breath as a torsion wrench slips and falls from the lock of the motorhome hiding her from sight.Woman: bitchassmotherfuckercockballsniggerfuckingshitassShe kneels and feels the ground with her dainty hands, scratching her thin skin against the pebbles around the wheels. When her finger slips on the cold metal, she picks up the tool and stabs the lock with it again in one single motion. Her blue eyes can’t see much in the dark between the cars, the morning breeze carries gasoline, the long blonde hair keeps getting in the way as she spins her head to look around and peek from behind the corner at the back of the car. And although her jeans are black, the blue armless, turtle-neck sweater makes her stand out in the dark like a discarded dakimura smiling from a pile of trash.Woman: -just… -just…!!Her fingers dance on top of the stubborn lock, reflected by the side-view mirror. Inside the lock, the half-diamond pick twists and turns as if trying to get out, as if being eaten by the lock. The neck spins just as much, turning to the right, then to the left, then to the right, then to the leftand then jolts backwards.
Woman: …………..eh-Eyes wide open, forehead sweating, the blue eyes would touch with those of the little girl were it not for the tempered glass window between them. A little girl is sitting inside the car, watching from the passenger’s seat, wearing no expression whatsoever.Woman: ……...hiiiiii, princess!! I, um, I got the wrong car, and I put my key and it got stuck… So… What an idiot, am I right? Hahaha!The woman smiles a calm smile while, underneath, frantically tries to pull out the half-diamond pick as if it was her own finger. But it really is stuck- along the torsion wrench. Pitch black hair and eyes, pale white skin and teeth, the girl inside the car wearing strange clothes wears a strange gaze also. As if showing mercy for those still trying to make sense out of life.Woman: …….sooooo! Well; best be going now. Don’t tell your dad, pretty please? It would be so embarrassing. Thank youuu…!Only slightly tilting her head, the girl just stares at the woman leaving. Then sees her freeze in place. Then turn around. Then come back. Then hesitate right outside the window, on the other side of this world.
Woman: …yyyyyyyyy’know, you may be bout to hear lotsa crazy talk, but… I was… so very sure that the car was empty. Like, I checked from all angles and errythig. So. could it be-A pigeon shits on some guy's bald head. Woman: …that you weren’t there just yet?They do nothing but study each other’s eyes as the bald man touches his head, looks at his dirty hand, and screams “FFFFFFFFUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCKKKKKKKKKKK” from some distance away.Woman: I’m Inno. Inno. Can you hear me? Can you hear me?Little Girl: ƹʮƜΛЏɸƹƺ֍ Inno: Oh, a Russian. No way the KGB came after me already.Inno points at herself over and over.֍ Inno: Inno. Inno.Little Girl: ƹЏie. ƹЏie.As she is copied, Inno shows her hand to the girl inside the motorhome. At the bottom of her index finger shines a deeply purple light, light bouncing from a gem on a ring.֍ Inno: Ellie; would you mind showing me yours? Your hand. Hand. Ha- Yeah, that- you are a Magical Girl. Wow.Ellie’s ring, her Soul Gem, the actual, real Ellie that commands the body wearing it, is white as bone.֍ Inno: So, like, no fucking way in hell, but like… Did you teleport inside this car… just now…?Ellie stares as Inno grabs her head, then copies her again. Magical Girls are rare individuals. Magical Girls that teleport are rare among Magical Girls. Magical Girls that teleport inside the one car you are trying to steal, right at the very moment that you are trying to steal it, are…what the fuck.
֍ Inno: NO, let’s not think about this. Can you open the door? Look. I’m trying to open the door. Look for the handle on your side. On your side.Inno tugs on the car door handle, disregarding any possible alarm. From the inside, the little girl pushes buttons and touches things, with hidden glee, but nothing changes. Then, after carefully watching Inno, she tugs on the interior door handle, much to Inno’s delight--and not much else. Ellie ends up looking at Inno meekly, because nothing is happening.֍ Inno: It’s deadlocked? Hmm, no. No way. This thing doesn’t even have an alarm. Try the other door. The other door. There. See? Yes, the handle. The handle.But pushing that handle does nothing either, not even after the fifth time. Slowly it’s how the blue eyes drip towards her key and wrench, both stuck in the lock, very likely jamming the entire locking system of the motorhome.
Inno holds the cellphone in front of the window.֍ Inno: Google, translate to Russian. Ellie, can you get out of there?Inno’s cellphone that looks like a bodybuilder: Фyбyкaнoн, блядь, yжe пocтитEllie: ƝƂψƹʮ ƜΛƺƔϋInno’s cellphone that looks like a bodybuilder: Bears aren’t pets.֍ Inno: It isn’t Russian. Damn.Inno leaps to the corner ar the back to peek again- once back, she’s reflected grabbing her head and walking in circles in Ellie’s big black eyes.֍ Inno: Ok. Right. He’ll come back. Still taking a shit, but coming back for sure. Ellie is in the car. His car. No time. Criminal record. I’m going back to jail. No time.The little girl inside the car finds the woman wearing her very same face, that same expression of emptiness, of the relief of giving up. It lasts just three seconds before Inno pretty much slams herself against the tempered glass window.֍ Inno: Ellie, breaking the window with the crowbar would be too noisy. You are going to hotwire the car.
֍ Inno: Look for these inside.Inno shows Ellie her cellphone, whose screen is showing a picture with both a screwdriver and a hammer. Whether moved by boredom, curiosity, or indifference, Ellie vanishes into the home proper of the motorhome to then emerge with the screwdriver faster than the blonde could find pictures of the process online.֍ Inno: Great job, Ellie! Now look for the hammer. The hammer. This one.Ellie disappears, then reappears, with nothing. Inno lets a little curse slip, but under her breath.֍ Inno: It’s ok, it’s alright. Just ball-up your fist like this and hit, hit, hit.Inno showcases this by hitting the palm of her own hand, which Ellie mimics.֍ Inno: Now, find this little hole here behind the wheel, the ignition switch. Look, look at the phone. This one.But Ellie blinks and blinks. Maybe it’s too complex for her. No; when Inno turns the cellphone to look, there’s simply nothing to look at֍ Inno: Well,because the battery is dead.֍ Inno: not well.Finally, Inno sighs. It took her a while. It’s a slow process, one she slows time to cherish. But when she’s done, Ellie is still inside the car, and when she peeks yet once again, the man is still about to come out of the gas station. Met with the void, she buries a hand in the purse. Her fingers slip through everything: the wallet, the empty lipstick, the gums, the keys, the leftover sandwich, the plier, the tampons, the linen napkin, her own screwdriver, the husk of her sister’s kitten-shaped pencil, the pepper spray…֍ Inno: …
Inno takes out the pepper spray and paints the window between Ellie and her with it, but the illumination proves to be not good enough. Eyes already teary, with Ellie witnessing, Inno turns to the hood of the car and casually jumps on it-Ellie: …!-to start painting the windshield with pepper spray, spreading the red liquid to draw figures with her fingers.֍ Inno: Ellie… this is the ignition switch… This is the screwdriver… Smash the screwdriver into the ignition switch…The blonde girl kneeling on the hood of a stranger’s motorhome, crying, covered in pepper spray, hammers her ball-up fist against the palm of her hand so the foreign Magical Girl that just teleported inside it can understand how to hotwire it. The drawings barely resemble the basic shapes of the objects they represent, yet Ellie starts hammering the screwdriver into the ignition switch.֍ Inno: Good girl… now…When Inno look from on top of the car she notices the black man heading straight to them- the owner of the car.Inno jumps from the car and dashes away.She stops.Then she spits a forgotten German insult and leaps back on top of the hood of the car, only to draw even more frantically and cry even harder.֍ Inno: Ellie, you have to turn the screwdriver now. This way. No, not that way. This one. This one!The carstarts.
Inno keeps on drawing. She throws the sandwich at the black man’s direction to win some time. It hits him square in the head.֍ Inno: This is the wheel! You can turn it left and right! Like this!The front wheels of the cars move.Black Man: Yo what the- he-HEY!! No nigga no THAT’S MY HOUSE! I LIVE THEREEEE!!֍ Inno: Ellie, this is the gas pedal! Fucking floor iiiiiaaAAAAAAAAInno hangs onto the wiper for dear life as if it wouldn’t break like a twig, as Ellie, right next to her but behind the windshield, drives away fully focused.֍ Inno: Slow doooooooooooownnn-The wind takes her words away as the black man’s fade in the distance. Ellie drives the motorhome into the wrong lane and starts dodging cars, while Inno tries to draw the position of the brake on the windshield.Yet at some pointlike a dog on a rollercoasterInno found herself enjoying the ride.
Far away from the gas station, surrounded by green fields bathing in the afternoon light, Ellie realized that letting go of the pedal slows down the car. When it finally stopped, Inno was still there on the hood somehow, much like a splattered fly. Legs shaking, the blonde allows her butt to slide off the hood, landing tumbling yet somehow keeping her footing. Holding onto the car as if it was a plank and she was in the middle of the ocean, Inno drags herself to the lock with her tools stuck inside and takes both out by gently spinning the tensor wrench around the pick. Barely noticing Ellie's big black eyes looming on top of her, Inno simply gestures with her hand the movement of pulling back the handle. The door opens. Ellie steps out of the car. With her feet on the ground, Ellie's head won't even reach Inno's shoulder, who kneels a bit to address this strangest of girls face to face.֍ Inno: That was the craziest shit I've ever done.Ellie: ƐƝɎɷƜ Џɸƹ֍ Inno: Damn straight, girl.Inno scavenges her purse and takes out a cigar, which she lits with her lighter.֍ Inno: Let's find Kyubey.
we are STUCK and im bored as FUCK, so im just gonna write these little background stories until we get a fubuka that keeps track. 300 posts with a single prompt: obama said yes we can. worse comes to worse i just use this thread as background lore for the next one, but i aint quittin. im already too invested in these girls
֍ Inno: If there is a Witch with a pepper spray I ain’t got nothin to complain-At the side of the road, surrounded by little but green, Inno scrubs the red stains on herself with the handkerchief. She squeezes it over the grass until it stops bleeding, then tosses it from over her shoulder anyway as she walks back to the front seat of the carwhere Ellie is sitting.֍ Inno: Aight, move it.She gently pushes Ellie’s shoulder, but the monochrome girl doesn’t budge. When Inno points at the passenger’s seat, that pale face finally wears something Inno finds familiar: annoyance.֍ Inno: Ellie, come on, let me do the driving. Dunno how old you are, but can’t have those plump cheeks over the wheel in here.Ellie: Ʊȿ ʮθ ƹƺƻƝθψσ֍ Inno: I know, just-Inno tries to lift Ellie from under her knees- and is met with dead weight. Which leaves her lips curling.֍ Inno: You are throwing a tantrum… cause you wanna drive? I mean that’s kinda cute. But…!Inno pushesEllie: ϋƔƐƝɎɷƜ!֍ Inno: We are gonna end up in jaaaill! Ellie: ƐϋƝʮƐϋƝƂ! ɎɷƜ!!and Ellie resists.
As the motorhome rides the morning breeze, Ellie’s head peeks from over the wheel as Inno’s eyes peek from behind her pitch black hair because Inno is sitting under Ellie.The blonde is also grabbing the wheels, just in case, yet applying little force and only when it matters. Ellie’s legs are small and don’t reach the pedals at this height, so she just steps on Inno’s feet when she wants to go faster.֍ Inno: You are gonna meet the Boys, Ellie. They’ll change the license plate, paint this thing all over, then sell it cheap to someone who needs it more. So enjoy it while it lasts.Ellie doesn’t answer. Her eyes are on the road. She peeks at the signals and numbers on the car dashboard, but that’s it.֍ Inno: That guy we just stole from is a dog thief. He steals pedigree dogs and sells them to breeding farms, or just kidnaps them for ransom. Always do your research before fucking someone up, Ellie. You don’t wanna be the bad guys.Ellie doesn’t react to the voice coming from her nape with anything other than mild annoyance. From above, Inno studies the strange girl’s attire, akin to some bizarre space suit dress that looks like circuitry sewed together. ֍ Inno: Aaaand there it is! Our stop. Take the turn before the pigs catch up to us on the highway. Ellie: ɎɷƜ!!֍ Inno: Ellie, I’m not telling you to stop, just to turn there.Inno grabs (and snaps) Ellie’s hand from behind and uses it to shift the gear lever as the car turns. The road behind the arch that greets them is rural and the buildings around it opaque, but soon its spirit takes a shift as people start showing up. It grows colorful with all the advertising popping from every angle, and while some of the walls are of naked bricks it still manages to convince Ellie and Inno that they are in a city’s commercial district.֍ Inno: I love this place. It’s like a shopping center in the middle of nowhere, never too crowded. Oh, looks like you’ve got a few fans.Having slowed down, more than a few heads have the chance to see Ellie at the wheel, unaware that Inno is saving them from getting their feet run over. Yet Ellie doesn’t care. Her heart beats as one with the engine of the car.
The warehouse the motorhome sneaks into is deep inside the block, hidden behind a brothel. Ellie curses in her unknown language as she realizes that there’s no more road to drive, and that she has to let go of the wheel.֍ Inno: I told you, enjoy it while it lasts. Not erryday a little girl like you gets to drive on the highway.Ellie is irked enough to not put any resistance this time, as Inno lifts her from under her shoulders like a cat. The little girl, yet, forgets being annoyed for at least a few seconds when she looks around, when she’s met with the vastness of the workshop. Cars are scattered like islands as men in coveralls tinker with them, from the sides, from above, and even from below as some of them are placed over symmetric holes. The place is so wide that even the sound of the angle grinder is drowned by all the movement, that even the roaring engines can sneak bywhich is why Ellie didn’t notice the welcoming committee of six men addressing Inno.֍ Inno: Big fish today, eh! You motherfuckers better pay double.Fat bald man: Aw, HELL no.A lanky black man bursts out laughing. It sounds as if he’s choking on a chilli pepper.Young black man: Awww, maaaaan…֍ Inno: What?Fat bald man: Inno, what part of the word “””subtle””” don’t you understand? We can’t work on this!!֍ Inno: Why?!Lanky black man: This bitch nigga ass dumb dumbass, oh, thank you… thank you so much…The man walks away laughing. Ellie quietly sits inside one of the cars that’s being worked on. The bald man grabs his sweating, endless forehead.
Fat bald man: Innocence, look around. What are these men doing? What do they work for?֍ Inno: Nah nah nah nah, your bald ass ain’t lecturing me-Fat bald man: Oh you bet your ASS my bald ASS is, and you’d shut the fuck up and sit and listen for a long time if we had it. WE dress cars. We camouflage them. We make them look like any other car like them. That’s how we sell them. That’s how we make our dough.The man points at the big car with sincere desperation.Fat bald man: What fucking car is like this one, you retard? And you just rolled it in here?Inno bares her teeth as she grimaces.֍ Inno: I fucked up.The bald man jumps in over-feigned joy. Ellie is stabbing the car’s ignition switch with a screwdriver.Fat bald man: Thank- GOD! The brain cell woke up! Now, we are still safe, no harm done, just take that thing and fuck off and lea-Young black man: Hey, Inno. The fuck is she doin?Ellie gets an audience, but is too focused to care and none of the three men around the car are stopping her.֍ Inno: Oh, that’s Ellie. I picked her up from the road. There was no one around so I got worried.The fat man slaps his thighs so hard the blast echoes.Fat bald man: Great. Now we even got a lost child here, in an illegal operation. You really don’t think, don’t you? So what? You taught her how to steal a car instead of reading her a fucking fairy tale? How about you-It’s Inno’s gaze of genuine bafflement that stops his lecture short. Confused, he studies that face- only to find it on the young black man as well, and on each of all the other workers near him. The man sighs in utter sadness and disappointment.Fat bald man: It’s the cops, isn’t it? The car had a GPS. Or the kid. Or Innocence is a snitch. Or-This time, it’s himself that stops the rant when he sees Ellie. The girl had found the burgers the men ate so as to not waste time while they work. Her face was finally beaming up like that of any other kid, some remembrance of joy finally shining in her eyes. Just like the tiny, white, luminescent arms coming from under the sides of her hair, holding a second burger over her head.
Young black man: ……. so where did yo say the girl was from?֍ Inno: I thought she was Russian… at first… like…Young black man: Bitch, the commies went to the moon first.Ellie’s cheeks puff to hold as much of the burger as she can with that little mouth. Struggling to chew any of it, her eyes still remain lit.Fat bald man: That… has to be radiation.One of the men touches one of Ellie’s radiant head-arms and gets its hand slapped; Ellie is protecting the burger above at the same time she chews on the one below.Fat bald man: Inno what the FUCK
Lanky black man: Dog, we gonna be rich, yooooo!Now that both burgers are gone, Ellie is back to stabbing the ignition switch of yet another car.֍ Inno: I think she wants to go get more burgers.Fat bald man: Life in outer space is real. We are not alone in the universe. Maybe an invasion has already started. The end days are here. My girl isn’t safe.֍ Inno: Pedro, sounding a tad bit scary over there…Pedro, the fat bald man, teeth bared, glares at Inno as if the woman had suggested he teaches his daughter how to twerk.Pedro: It’s an alien. An alien! First contact, In this filthy fucking warehouse!Young black man: Hey, man, I take offense to that. If you don’t clean up yourself next time I quit, homie, ain’t fuckin arou-Pedro: SHUT the FUCK up!Young black man: sorryLanky black man: You guys deaf or somethin? Riiiiich, niggaa! The green is gonna rain! Let’s just get lil homie to NASA or some shit.֍ Inno: But they are going to dissect her.Pedro opens his eyes at the word. The young black man turns around. The man teaching Ellie how to hotwire a car properly turns to look at Inno too.Lanky black man: Eeeeeeeeh nnnaaaaah. S’aight, trust ya boy. They just like gonna make her run on wheels and shit and send her home, dig?
Pedro takes a deep, deep breath, walks around for a while in perfect silence… and takes all the time in the world to exhale.Pedro: Ok. Hear me out. We all here know Innocence here’s a bit fucking stupid-֍ Inno: Say what fatass?Pedro: -but we did tell her to bring a car. We weren’t specific. It’s on us.Some of the crew look at each other in disbelief. Some are already whispering.Some black guy in coveralls: So you just gonna let her go? You stupid, man?Another black guy: You just gonna let ten hundred million dollars walk out like that? We wouldn’t ever have to work again, man!Pedro: I have a daughter and, trust me, it ain’t worth it. Not even ten hundred million dollars.Lanky black man: But why bitch blondie? Bitch just gonna sell her herself and keep all the dough, man!Pedro: Because Inno brought her here. And Inno already knew about the arms.The look Pedro gives Inno would turn a drill sergeant into a professional painter with its own show.֍ Inno: yeah, I did.Lanky black man: Yet bitch lookin a bit surprised when Ellie here pulled the arms, yeah, no?֍ Inno: Cause I was afraid of this. Y’all good people, but money makes people /do/ things. That’s why we do what we do.Pedro: Exactly. So, let’s just bite the bullet, paint the car, do the papers, change the license plate, and kick Innocence out. For Ellie.Some of the men nod. Some don't, as Pedro walks up to Inno to points a finger at her.Pedro: Go. Learn how to play the cello, once and for all. Never come back.and then walks away.Pedro: Congratulations, you all got to see an alien, big fucking deal, we still got to paint these hoods.And then closes the door to the makeshift office behind him. The man who was teaching Ellie how to hijack a car smiles, then continues teaching Ellie how to hijack a car. The little girl learns, despite it all.Lanky black man: Bitch, you cryin?!֍ Inno: It’s just pepper spray…
whats the play guys? should i npc fubuka right off the bat? im so sad man, this is the worst pacing ever
>>6342759Did we get any anon willing to adopt Fubuka at whatever the callout is from >>6339743? I can't find a general thread on this board right now but I remember there used to have one years agoHave a WIP from me, this is drawn before I rush to draw the trio of Sammie's imaginary friends aka her round table council on a mat (because she realise most of them can't even sit on a human chair properly)
>>6342778>Did we get any anon willing to adopt Fubukawe didn't. it makes sense. most people would rather have kids than adopt. worse come to worse am gonna have to pull some bullshit and introduce a 4th character so that a new anon can play on its own terms, but npc or not fubuka stays no matter what>I can't find a general thread on this board right now but I remember there used to have one years agothere are two. i posted in one of those but it got utterly ignored. megucas as a genre are kinda nichealso inject that directly into my veins until i overdose, it looks so full of soulthat little # on fubuka's hand lmfao. also that perfect happy faceellie's secondary hands carrying the octopus like a big fucking hat, the sleevessammie just suffering as usualinno's is the only magical form we've seen so far now that i think about it. you made her look so contenti have to fucking write man
>>6341764>Barras>Klarverhttps://pastebin.com/inTGdWd1Although this is WIP I most likely won't change the two characters except for the image linkI need to work on Taravia also, it should be simplier than the world Barras and Klarver is in but I only have a general idea what Taravia is, what sort of stuff she does and what the world does to herbut well everyone knows what a centaur looks like, it's here>>6332401Let me know how much more information is needed
>>6342800read it! pretty interesting lore you got there, fucking around with how dragon people deal with religion, politics, and themselves. however, i got a few things in mind reading thisa) there's no way in hell sammie is a 2 int 2 wis if she can pull up this kind of stuff. having the capacity or the interest to consider this religion as a man-made institution is 3 wis at least, and working on abstract systems that remain logical within their context takes at least 3 int as well. if we are going by the book, we are gonna have to roll /a lot/ to see if sammie would figure out most of this stuff by herself. my suggestion? i'm willing to bend the knee just this once, because we are barely getting started, and let you go 3 int 3 wis with sammie as long as you remove 2 points from any other stat. otherwise, you /will/ find yourself very limited in what you can do, considering what you want to dob) while we can be sure that sammie enjoys //literally// bringing her characters to life, i can't think many situation in which transforming into barras or klarver would come in handy, since they will remain as is and with only the knowledge of their context (for example, barras would just say fuck it and go on a pilgrimage whatever the situation).c) you are working too hard! using sammie's ability is more about detail awareness than anything. let's take fubuka's previous attempt at having sammie eat all the rats and pretend sammie fell for her love magic despite inno banning it outrightsammie would write something like this:name: croco the soul-linked crocodile-looks like a crocodile-only wants to eat rats-is as fast as a catkeeping these details in mind, if sammie uses her transformation magic, she'll become a crocodile and hunt down rats to earn fubuka's complimentshowevercrocodiles can't jump really high. so sammie crocodile, at some point, would fall on the rails of the subway chasing a rat and remain stuck there until sammie reaches her time limithope that at least conveys a basic idea of it works. all that being said, that pastebin is a goldmine of data for sammie to nerd out about, so it's gonna see usenow we only need a new fubuka
also i love klarver playing with the rubick cube, because i love crows
>>6342882oH FUC her ability requirement is so different from what I imagined :DDDDDDDBefore that because sleepy hands typed >>6342800 so>>6342783sorry I am a dumbass for not reading the descriptions after filtering the catalog. I saw the callout and I see whats going on>a) to pull an entire world out of nowherewell shit lol. I'm glad you gave the chance, I'll go INT 3 WIS 3 then cuz dammit I realise this entire troupe of gucas are kinda dumb on average except Ellie but she can't even communicate without Teegardenian translatortake 1 each from PA and CON and Sammie becomes a scout type sort of guca in fight and the only person who could take care of things regarding to living like a normie (except for socials)I would blame on her parents making her doing math olympiads and tuition for exams and learning level 8 piano or violin like any other asian kid that does not have a fucking childhood, and she would learn to read people at which point of time her demands would go through or she could steal some time for herself, fuck>b) to manifest the characters of her universeActually at the start of the quest I already expected the transform mechanic to be useless outside witch fights because her characters are all good at fights but Sammie is not. Heck, there is leeway for Taravia to speak english but Barras and Klarver speaks their own heavily accented common draconic. And I believe that her characters would fight back when they face the witch's hostility while stuck in a labyrinth.And spoiler here it's actually the sun of draco that allows dragons to have soul link. When they get out of their home system they gradually lose the ability of telepathy and shit.ok Let me post the remamin stuff later because life
>>6342783>it makes senseDid you include a link to the thread?
>>6343086>>>6339744>checks the thread again>no links whatsoever>it makes senseCreating first contacst with megucas being bigguca meguca the deified madoka and her size of a gazillion universes over
>>6343086>>6343124i was kind expecting them to ask me about the quest but whatever. let's just beg a little. we already are at that point
>>6342882>>6342940>b) againok maybe I should also give the leeway of common draconic being english. Barras would be speaking with his throat while Klarver would talk like a songbird.I chewed on the wording that she enjoys bringing her characters to life. To me it sounds like a deeper layer of her mind finding some sort of value when she becomes an "acceptable being"(otherwise she won't pen it down), or just being not her old self. Maybe I will get to know, maybe not>c) for the love of worldbuildingWhen you mentioned at the character profile that character stability depend on consistency, I thought building starting from the world itself would provide the very base it needed for consistency, since it is the world, as Sammie creates it, interacting with her characters after all. If I visit the example of croco, it would turn out like this: >Name: Croco the soul-linked crocodile dragonIf it needs to allocate to a main character, basically in the story it will be Barras' not!pokemon since Klarver does not make any links anymore. High chances that Croco is a dragon species part of a ecosystem of desert planet.>looks like a crocodileWhy does it need the look of a crocodile? If we just follow the crocodile we know, it is an ambush predator relying on camoflage in water bodies. I will note that its native range is either within not!Nile river or not!Amazon river of desert planet. I would most likely put in not!Nile since not!Amazon is not explictly mentioned, and rivers in a desert are prime hunting grounds since it attracts prey animals.>only wants to eat ratsThis will not sound plausible if I approach from the angle that the crocodile dragons naturallly only wants to eat rats. I would have to make many reasons to divert crocdile dragons from hunting large, easy prey. I would put this as a individual trait of Croco: Croco is trained to eat rats instead of the lifestock of the solar dragon villages. Maybe the avoidance of punishment and friendly back scritches from the local solar dragons made it choose rats over other prey. Maybe the rats are easier prey than livestock. Or maybe hunting livestock is just plain deadly because the animals could wound a crocdile badly.>is as fast as a catThis is easy; As ambush predators crocodiles could be damm fast, although in a short burst while cats may be able to maintain top speed a bit longer. Not specific enough if Sammie wants to chase rats like a cat would, may need to tweak the "looks like a croc" part a bit, which may negate the stuck in rail consequence.>Hidden requirement: friendly to not soul-linked sentinent dragons, yellowish things that are tall, may wear different fibers on their body and walks on two legsThis would fulfuill the motive to earn Fubuka's compliments. Croco may get luxurios back scritches no wild dragon could think of, and occationaly tasty offal from the butchers in his world for eating only rats.
>>6343172Basically this is how I would think of to make an actual consistent character fit in the narrative. It is tedious and Sammie can't go Erikas to run the story in all their parallel possibilities and inspect every detail like a simulation, but since that world is actually designed by her, she might as well be god and have magic fill in the hidden logic to manifest it. Or that is at least what I think.Besides I actually considered if it is possible to transform into a character that is specific to a certain snapshot of within the story. For example compare>Klarver landing on another planet, carved planet for the first time>Klarver having stayed in carved planet for 3 years, then boarded the ship again and arrived in desert planetMy bad for haven't written down yet, but Klarver's homeworld is a 0.6G moon with a ~2 atm dry, cool atmosphere while carved planet is a crushing 1.3G planet with ~1 atm atmosphere that is humid and hot as fuck(I designed it to be similar to jurassic earth atmosphere). The poor crow dragon will be constantly weighted down and out of breath when he first arrive there. Adding the fact that crow dragons spend 90% of their lives airborne their legs are made for hunting and less for endurance. He will not adapt well on earth if he is in the first version, compared to the second where he got somewhat used to the environment as his muscles and lungs are forced to adapt to local conditions.fuck I feel like I am complicating things on my own
The Boys, in the end, did much more than paint the motorhome white and draw on it. On the outside, besides the blue tribal marks at the back and front and the orange, sand-like lines at the sides, they installed a rail luggage carrier on top of it with a brown roof box on it that’s large enough to fit a whole Ellie inside. In the end, Pedro gave Inno a big hug to ensure that they’ll never see each other again, while the black guys at the shop taught Ellie how to kick someone in the balls so she’d be safe from the FBI. After leaving the warehouse, still in town, Inno allowed Ellie to drive aimlessly around for a while as the teary-eyed blonde mulled over life.֍ Inno: I’ve lost my job, Ellie. Whatever shall I do now?Still sitting on Inno’s lap as she focuses on the road, Ellie doesn’t answer.֍ Inno: No way I could sell this piece o’junk myself. The background checks would do me in, and the USA would come to dissect you.Ellie honks the horn repeatedly, just as she’s been taught by the kind black man, at the cars stopping by the red traffic light. Inno gently holds that little pale hand until Ellie stops trying to make everyone move.֍ Inno: So- an alien, eh? What an interesting day this is, s’full of surprises. But we both know the truth, don’t we? I wonder what kinda crazy wish you made to look that way. Maybe I should peek inside that little white gem of yours, see your memories so I can get you back to mom and dad.The traffic light finally goes green and Inno lets go of Ellie’s hand, who instantly takes it as a cue to step on Inno's shoes until the car starts moving.֍ Inno: But we are looking for Kyubey so we can talk, and I’m pretty sure you are gonna hate me when he tells you. And yet, if you are so far away from home, then I wonder why.A screech. Inno’s reflexes are barely enough to stop the alien from turning the wheel completely; she overpowers Ellie as the large car starts drifting in the middle of the street. Stepping on the brake and shifting the gear lever as if drawing a pentagram, Inno manages to only scratch the bumper of the car behind it as the motorhome makes a full spin in the middle of a crossroad junction.֍ Inno: Ellie?But when Inno sees Ellie grabbing her head with all her four arms, she simply keeps on driving as if they didn't almost end up merging into someone else's car.
A few blocks ahead, Inno parks the motorhome next to a closed cinema with very old movie posters still on display.֍ Inno: Ellie? Are you having a headache?Ellie: ϋƝƂψɷ. ΛƺƔϋ.֍ Inno: We gonna need to hide those radioactive things of yours if you keep bringin em out.Inno carefully twists Ellie’s waist until she can see that pale face and black eyes, the owner of which doesn’t even protest.֍ Inno: Yer eyes are so wei- strange.Inno squints as she closes in.֍ Inno: But if you are anythin like us, then those sure are strained. You got those lines around the pupil, and it’s all wet around even though you are a Magical Girl. Least I’m not cryin alone today. Look ere.Ellie blinks at the bodybuilder cellphone Inno shows her then curses in her language when the flashlight is turned on.֍ Inno: Hmm! Your eyes are sensitive. Aight. Lesse.With the tip of her fingers, Inno closes Ellie’s eyes as if her eyelids were blankets. She lifts the girl from under her ankles and leaves her in the passenger’s seat to climb into the innards of the revamped dog-stealing motorhome, whose floor is two feet higher. But as Inno inspects the place, Ellie turns to peek from the small lines between her eyelashes. Although the barrel vault wood frame under the white ceiling is barely high enough for Inno to stand without bending her neck, and the room just wide enough for two Inno’s to stand side to side, the living home within the motorhome is crammed with rows of commodities. Equipped with a wide TV next to a full kitchen under cupboards on the left and a sofa on the right, only a varnished coffee table on a carpet infested with drawn roses covers the brown wood tiles below. Behind the sofa, at the leftmost corner, is the cubicle with the bathroom and shower. At the very end of the vehicle is a bed, and a wide, circular window with cross-shaped glazing bars surrounded by crimson curtains.֍ Inno: They sure as fuck didn’t want me to come back, like, ever. It doesn’t even smell like dogs anymore.Ellie glances at Inno’s simply sad gaze as the woman opens the cupboards one by one.֍ Inno: All empty. They kept errything. Xcept these porn magazines.Without a second glance Inno flings them out of the window over the sofa.֍ Inno: If this is their idea for a new career they can get fucked themselves. Right, Ellie?Ellie: ƺƻƝɷΛЏ֍ Inno: Atta, girl. Let’s get you some sunglasses then.
A tired salaryman is coming back from a hard day’s work when a blonde wearing a flu mask gets in his way.֍ Flu Mask Woman: That’s a nice looking cellphone rite there. Mind if I take a look?Salaryman: ….huh?He is promptly tackled into the dark alley behind him. The innocent man tries to get up, but the crowbar on his neck won’t let him- and neither won’t the knee on his chest.֍ Flu Mask Woman: Aight good sir, let’s see some green.The man, as his face conveys clearly, is shocked. The blonde hair looming over him like golden waterfalls leave him speechless.֍ Flu Mask Woman: Do we speak the same language? Do you need me to google translate this shit for you?Salaryman: It’s- it’s all in my bank account. It’s all digital.֍ Flu Mask Woman: Great, so you aren’t Russian either. Good. Show me.The assailant hands the man his nice looking cellphone.֍ Flu Mask Woman: I wouldn’t call the police, by the way. They won’t get your balls back.With only his thumb, the man types both his user name and password on the bank’s application. The dainty hand takes it and the blue eyes inspect it.֍ Flu Mask Woman: So half of you is made of rice, just like me. What organ were you planning to sell to pay rent this month?Salaryman: I’m sorry.֍ Flu Mask Woman: Your wallet.The man hesitates, but takes his leather wallet from a pocket in his pants. Inno snaps it from its fingers, then turns it around and lets its contents rain down next to the man’s face.֍ Flu Mask Woman: What do you know, the last two bills on the planet. Five hundred each. How much are sunglasses around here?Salaryman: …Two hundred?֍ Flu Mask Woman: I’m borrowing this one. I’ll transfer to you later.In- the woman picks up the green bill and lets go of the crowbar, letting the man breathe.But as she leaves:Salaryman: I- I can give you more.The mysterious blonde turns.֍ Flu Mask Woman: Fuck did you just say?Salaryman: Go out with me. I’ll work harder. I-I’ll give you more.The masked woman shakes her head violently and slaps her forehead.֍ Flu Mask Woman: Motherfucker I’m mugging you. That’s not the green flag you should be looking for in a lady. That’s not how you’ll find that traditional housewife that will help you raise your kids right.Salaryman: Please. I’ll make you happy.The bill is flung into the air like a lottery ticket that just lost.֍ Flu Mask Woman: Nah, fuck this. I don’t want it anymore. Pay yourself hooker or a therapist or, you know what, a gym membership. Work on yourself. Sweet fuck have mercy on my stupid fucking-The mugger walks out of the dark alley, angrily mumbling under her breath.
im gonna end up writing a fucking book at this rate>>6342940>oH FUC her ability requirement is so different from what I imaginedim curious now, what did you expect?>well shit lol. I'm glad you gave the chance, I'll go INT 3 WIS 3>take 1 each from PA and CONdone. now our Sammie makes sense>and she would learn to read people at which point of time her demands would go through or she could steal some time for herself, fucki was honestly thinkin hard on this since sammie seems more of a cerebral type than an emotional girl. but then again, both writing and putting up with unfair bullshit have a tendency of wisening up people fast, so i think it fits>Actually at the start of the quest I already expected the transform mechanic to be useless outside witch fightsdo i have news for you: coordinators don't fight Witches. never. they are uncapable of harming them because the magic they employ is rooted in despair. this is something all of the girls already know, hence why they have to find alternative ways of landing Grief Seedsall that being said, i will have to disagree a lil bit. i think you'll learn to like sammie's power quite a bit- if we ever fucking run again aaaaaaaaaaaaaa>Heck, there is leeway for Taravia to speak english but Barras and Klarver speaks their own heavily accented common draconic.at this point it's very evident that you want them in the story, and let me tell you, i've got nothing against the idea and sammie can transform into them at will. thing is, the current context is so alien to any of those three that their own discernment would get in the way all the time. taravia, once there, couldn't understand wtf was going on because it's like he was intently teleported to a different reality>ok maybe I should also give the leeway of common draconic being english. Barras would be speaking with his throat while Klarver would talk like a songbird.that would work. i don't even need to tell you to try, it's quite simple>To me it sounds like a deeper layer of her mind finding some sort of value when she becomes an "acceptable being"interesting. do her self-esteem issues come from letting her parents rule her life? or can you find another underlying reason?>When you mentioned at the character profile that character stability depend on consistency, I thought building starting from the world itself would provide the very base it needed for consistency, since it is the world, as Sammie creates it, interacting with her characters after all.and that is fully right. sammie had no issue whatsoever transforming into taravia: it worked as intended. it's the world itself that taravia was summoned into that didn't align with taravia itselfmy point is that, while it does work, it's overkill lawl and i don't want you thinkin that i need you writing a full story just to justify a transformation: i want you havin fun lawl. consistency can be simple too. a cat can't flycont cause why not
>from the angle that the crocodile dragons naturallly only wants to eat rats.i think you get t. if croco is a soul-linked crocodile dragon then there will be a lot to justify to make it eat rats, but it's doable, just like you did. however, if we make croco just a normal crocodile, then it becomes a lot easier to justify, right? i think sammie's power is fun>may need to tweak the "looks like a croc" part a bit, which may negate the stuck in rail consequence.yup! and the way that you tweak it will determine the result. once you declare that you are going to use a character (likely that you made before, cause sammie can't make them up on the spot without some rolling) i'm going to give you the veredict of what happens before posting the result so you get the chance to call bullshit if you think that what im saying doesn't make sense>Croco may get luxurios back scritchesi can't even begin to imagine fubuka daring to touch a crocodile. just looking at their scaly skin is enough to make her shiver. some people are like that lawl>>6343194>It is tedious and Sammie can't go Erikas to run the story in all their parallel possibilitiesomg so you know erika already? that's both interesting and kinda scary lmao. to this day, omniscience is the hardest power i had to work with, and i still think i didn't do it enough justice despite spending hours in wikipedia learning physics. please don't make me go to wikipedia for more than one hour a day>she might as well be god and have magic fill in the hidden logic to manifest itif i understood this correctly: nah! sammie is simply a good writer: that's why taravia came to life. getting her magic didn't make her proficient in it, she became proficient by actually loving writing enough to see her script burn in ashes and keep writing for the sake of it. there's much to admire about that little girl imho>Besides I actually considered if it is possible to transform into a character that is specific to a certain snapshot of within the story.this is valid, of course, but kinda dangerous considering that sammie will have to declare the attributes of her characters whenever she's going to transform into them. if, say, she gives a character from the past an attribute that it gets later according to her own lore- well, plot holes can be scary. you can skip a lot of these declarations by having defined them beforehand (for example, if sammie has the attributes of one of her worlds already written somewhere else and then says 'croco comes from the Banana Moon) she won't have to write all about the Banana Moon againbut then again, if i were you i'd wait for the opportunities to use her power to arise first. the point of sammie's power is that context is also part of the character>I feel like I am complicating things on my owna lil! but i won't stop you from fucking around if you find a way to do so. just have a little mercy on your qm when loredumping. keeping just mine consistent is hard on my old qm bones
also what you guys think about meeting with ellie? i thought we'd rather have that than utter darkness, but maybe i should have done something with silly promps like a bigguca
>>6343572I might be biased but I think it's adorable. I enjoy bigguca, but seeing OURgucas in the wild is great too! I guess Ellie just knows how to steal cars now. And Inno! She interacted wuth melanined people without police brutality being involved!I meant to comment more often but IRL is a beeeech. I still have my eyes on the thread so do count me in the game.
>>6343572It's cute. It both heals and feeds my compulsion of knowing more of our gucas. Now I need to know how we get Fubuka and Sammie. I don't mind having some bigguca, I am thinking if there is bigguca with prompts let the prompts be open for everyone (including gucas from other guca threads). Might bring some traffic here (is this how things work here?).>>6343571>omniscience as wiki hellI read archives for BA, Osaka, and the other guca quests since. Just right when I finished most archives this quest opened. Although can't be confident if I recognise any past gucas when their handle changes. Sorry I did not read all of mini because my brain can't parse caveman into scenes>>6343569>Sammie's ability expectations on my sidehow would I put thisI expected the magic be like this prior to quest start:1. Guca initiates transformation by thinking of a character she creates2. Magic pulls out all character information etched in the history of THIS world, including from paper drawn and erased in past or now whether it still exists or not, digital characters typed and deleted, conversations dispersed into the air, electric pulses in the brain for thinking and memorising the character, as long it is originated from the guca it is included, compiled into the latest version of the character. It's like specialised omniscience. Details matter here, absoultely matters3. Magic converts guca body into meatsuit4. Guca consciousness pilots meatsuit, which could be as awkward as piloting a full bodysuit, with meatsuit muscle memory and brain signals that could actually affect the guca consciousness. Taking Croco example again, Sammie herself probably does not like getting scritched but oh boy she will find it irresistible like crack while in Croco meatsuit.5. Expect changes in stats according to transformed character <my original goal for this ability, maximum adaptability>coordinators can't fight witchesNor that I know we start out as troupe of coordinators before the quest. I did remember magia record Mitama could be used for witch fights, but whatever. I sucked ass at gaming, even for gacha games cause I got stuck at somewhere that needs to fight Alina Gray. Now I can't even read back the story, fmlOriginally I expected happy guca quest but well well well being a sad raging sob hits my spot better than guca in sunshine and roses. Now I can go full grimdark on her background but I will cont. that later or I gonna hit character limit again>have mercy on loredumpingHey, look here! It's the lore of >Taravia!https://pastebin.com/gM5LwPpuI just wanted to write her backstory but omg! to explain all the details for her eventual demise it bloated into a 4 page document about the world she is in!Don't worry QM I am totally having fun. It's my way of having fun. I am more worried for you now. Sorry. Hope you will have fun with Sammie nerding out on her own stuff. Oh and I will drop a note when I also update information about the world with dragons.
honestly, if you guys are not willing to NPC her for a while, nor take direct control, and nobody is forthcoming, I am willingI never piloted a character I didn't make, but this is like seeing a speeding supercar run directly into a concrete wallBUT I am already playing another character in another quest, which is against the rules of participation (and honestly I would only like to pilot until she can be let free)if accepted, I can only promise a singular thing, not flaking barring act of satan
i just completely lost a post to my keyboard going apeshit. whatever i write next is whatever i manage to remember from it. ffffuck!!>>6343746>I might be biased but I think it's adorable.im so glad to read that.>melanined peoplei am so stealing htat>so do count me in the game.maaan it's so fucking saaad that this is relieving. guys, you are seeing your qm at the lowest point it has ever been. right now, im like a coke addict that just snorted the last dollar he got by selling his mom's house, but with megucas>>6343787>It's cute. It both heals and feeds my compulsion of knowing more of our gucas.that's such a relief. i was afraid that you guys thought i lost interest on the quest, cause two weeks is too long>Might bring some traffic herenaaah i dun think so, this little world here is very niche. i don't know how many lurkers i have, but as long as my players and whoever's spending their time reading this gets their money's worth i'm content>my brain can't parse caveman into scenesmini was so dumb that i miss it. im still itchy about it being the only quest i couldn't end properly because i got severe burnout at the time. now, that's one hell of a coincidence, you just finished reading gucas and me starting this a few weeks later. weren't for miharu i would have just let marie and miharu keep the crusade going>Mitama could be used for witch fightsin-game, yes. canonically, she can't do shit, hence why she relies on Momoko. neither can Livia, Yozoru, or Sudachi, the Puella Care trio, cause coordinators wished with hate in their hearts and therefore the energy they employ is similar to that of a Witch and can't harm them. only megucas who wished for hope of any kind can farm grief seeds>Now I can't even read back the story, fmlgot you coveredhttps://docs.google.com/spreadsheets/d/11XEA65hfCuqKn16kheD-GfoavAszmVFtD7nkKceIqD0/edit?gid=124598114#gid=124598114the MUT (Magia Union Translations) team is still working their asses off even after nine years of gucas. magia record act 1 is my favorite piece of narrative ever, and i've read Borges, Bukowski, Mika Waltari, Tolkien, Dostoevsky, Hemingway, and most of the big dick authors ever; it's just that fucking good. i myself was just preparing my ass to give Arc2 another go, cause reading that thing takes, with events and side-stories included, two fucking months each time. it's done with the bare minimun funding and held together with the least amount possible of duct tape, and yet it's a fucking beast full of depth. if you can stand having cute little girl staring straight at your soul for hours on end, then magia record might become your favorite thing too. nerding out over>I expected happy guca quest>Now I can go full grimdarkbut it is pretty happy, isn't it? a dark past doesn't mean a dark future; sometimes people are saved. i think it's a bit too late to go too grimdark on poor Sammie given how we showcased her personality so far, but i am curious!cont!
>>6343787>It's my way of having fun. I am more worried for you now.i admit that i am sad about losing the pacing like that, but that's also the risk i took when starting a multiplayer narrative. i've been very lucky so far considering how BA had six super nice players for a year that kept going till I no longer could, so you won't ever find me complaining about this. but it is a shame. we could have moved much alreadythat being said, you guys at least enjoying this is relief enough for me>Sammie's ability expectations on my side>Guca initiates transformation by thinking of a character she createsthis happens>including from paper drawn and erased in past or now whether it still exists or notbut wouldn't also including information sammie erased forever define how a character acts, even if sammie herself rectified it later?>It's like specialised omniscience.i think i get what you had in mind. like drawing the fiction from all the books and notebooks and laptop files and condense all of that into something. i think we can still do that, since it doesn't contradict the principle of sammie's power and it still hasn't been showcased. it does free her from having to keep all that stuff in her memory, but the point of details being fundamental does remain there.that being said, if we take this route, im gonna have to increase MA rolls according to how much information is being compiled. i still think simplicity should remain key to her power. as a writer has to resist the temptation of datadumping without before making the readers interested into whatever he's gonna feed them, so sammie has to be mindful how what and how much data she's going to use and when>Magic converts guca body into meatsuitthat would defeat the purpose of personality being also a key core component of characters. this reminds of those threads about say who wins goku or superman. it's like the people debating in those completely forget about their personalities, and don't realize that the most likely scenario, unless in super specific and bizarre situations, is that they'll join forces>my original goal for this ability, maximum adaptabilitylmao i figured. it reminds of helen's wish for 'seeing the path of things and manipulating them'. i recall having said this in BA and it still holds: beware of abstract wishes. a semaphore having the detail of a green light or a red light is the difference between life and deathalso, trust me: you'd be bored if you could just solve everything easily>>6343826now this is one big ass news, thank fuck, we are so fucking saved man, finafuckingly, fuck>honestly, if you guys are not willing to NPC her for a while, nor take direct control, and nobody is forthcoming, I am willingjust sign these papers. i won't even give you a background check>I never piloted a character I didn't makei'm pretty much bending the knee to sammie because it's early on and i had you guys wait /weeks/, so you'll get the same treatmentcont!
>I never piloted a character I didn't makeas long as it doesn't contradict with what we presented so far about her i'll let you tinker your fubuka quite a bit. don't be shy with your ideas, worse that could happen is we talking about it and reaching some middle ground>but this is like seeing a speeding supercar run directly into a concrete wallit is, and it hurts me the most, trust me. npcing fubuka would have let me continue the quest, but setting her on a path and giving her interests that we can't contradict later would have made it harder for a new player to empatize with her. i don't do retcons, so i wanted to keep the slate clean for her future>BUT I am already playing another character in another quest, which is against the rules of participationfuck the rules, we are sinking here. just don't tell the rest or i'll be bitched at. out of curiosity, which other guca do you play?>(and honestly I would only like to pilot until she can be let free)if by 'let free' you mean 'finding another player', then no. taking in fubuka is assuming a responsibility until the quest ends. the only consequence of failing it is leaving us niggucas here stuck and me writing background stories, but it still remains to be a pact of honor. i won't mind if you still want to give it some thought>if accepted, I can only promise a singular thing, not flaking barring act of satanaccepted. i still have to finish Meeting Ellie first and today I might not be able to do much, so we still have some time to set things straight before I can FUCKING RUN MAN YEAAAAAAAAAHHH
>beware of abstract wishesdo what your heart tells you and fun times will ensue. even when warned by qm, fellow player, npcs, and kyubey.
>>6343890>if by 'let free' you mean 'finding another player', then no. I mostly meant playing her until she can be turned into an NPC safely, but if that's not an option, it's not like I will force it. I could not live with myself if I let a MG quest die on the board when I could have done something to help.>curiosity, which other guca do you play?A very hungry one. Let's just leave it at that.>acceptedGive me a day or two to reread everything (I know you hate waiting even more, I'll try to have it done tomorrow), looking at things from a reader's perspective is quite different to a player's one. as for>as long as it doesn't contradict with what we presented so far about her i'll let you tinker your fubuka quite a bit. don't be shy with your ideas, worse that could happen is we talking about it and reaching some middle groundI will think on it, but any changes will probably just be so I can understand the character mindset a bit better, but hey, maybe something fun will come up
>>6343897i'm not against this. if your heart is telling you that your fuckup will be interesting, then why stop you. of course, as long as the world remains consistent>>6343900>I mostly meant playing her until she can be turned into an NPC safelyit's not an option, especially considering her context. coordinators can't get grief seeds on their own unless they go full inno with a crowbar (easier said than done when you are going against magical girls and not tired salarymen). doing their job is pretty much the only stable way they have to go about it>I could not live with myself if I let a MG quest die on the board when I could have done something to helpthank you. i'll keep trying my best>I know you hate waiting even more, I'll try to have it done tomorrowuntil im done with waiting with ellie and whatever bullshit real life throws at me, there's no need to hurry. and yes: unlike a reader, a player can affect the world. it's an experience that demands a different kind of attention>I will think on it, but any changes will probably just be so I can understand the character mindset a bit better, but hey, maybe something fun will come upif it's fun, keep it in mind. fun is what keeps us going. and again, no need to rush. i mean, we've been stuck like a nail for two weeks already
>>6343870>link to archiveThanks for the link, I still hate my own ass for not able to beat a fucking normal stage on the act 1 story line reeeeeeeeeeeeee>hapi happi gucassssI would take this as a healing journey for Sammie. Weird to say this but, the moment Sammie took flight in your hands it no longer feels like "my player character" but more of a "character which actions I could give advice to", like a separate entity from my own and I really have to talk to her when deciding the next course of actions. I have to assume that I know nothing about her until you give me or prompt me for information. It's really fun because surprises galore.>grimdarkyep I would limit that to her past only. I did not know this quest means gucas to make a wish out of malicious intent, but now that its confirmed I can give my take on how her past may look like. Ultimately it is up to you QM, because again, I see her as a separate entity from myself>>6343887>The string of processes for transformationThat is only what I thought initially, I could toss it back to the mental wastebin belongs. Ultimately it is up to you QM so I will just adapt and use what you have planned for Sammie so far. Just let me draft simple descriptive points for each characters because, I understand the point of not datadumping upon readers if the information is intended to be entertaining instead of informative.--->one hell of coincidenceDo you really want to know how much coincidence is happening here?my guts still think you are messing with me by picking a city I am living and slave-waging in, right fucking now, QM. Luckily you did not name it Singapore.What in the actual fuck.Go eat a fucking durian, its in season right now and it is with the right texture with right kick of pungency and bitterness altogether. Pick the ones that come from Penang or Pahang with the best cultivars.
>>6343569>what type even Sammie is?I don't think being rational is on a opposite end with being emotional. She could sob with snot seething in absolute rage while still moving her ass trying to do shit probably because crying did her nothing in the past. Could be both>transformation outside fights useless?Personally I am more of a world builder than a story writer, and I see myself as that fucking evil god that puts characters into whatever hardships they need to suffer. I'm not really sure at this point if I could sync with Sammie for her pursuit of sastifying plot lines sooooooooo How can I help you Sammie lololol>>6343571>Sammie is a writer that loves what she writesI'm so proud of her.>Croco and back scritchesI swear I will find the chance in this quest to bring Sammie to Sungei Buloh to watch monitor lizards sunbathing in their strange postures, oriential whip snakes hanging in bushes, and saltwater crocodiles lazing around the mudflats.>deeper thoughts about herself?>>6343787>grimdark background>self-esteem issues from parents?Honestly that's one valid reason. I would not say that Sammie's parents are as crazy as Lucinda's, but let's just say she suffered from the perpetual "you are ugly/short/dumb/lazy/(insert whatever), if you don't work harder you will end up like that person sweeping the streets" nag from her parents. Also the "Look, your older cousin entered harvard this year! / younger cousin won the champion at the interschool competition!" implying her being an embarassment for not achieving anything. It's as if her parents sucessfulness depends on how Sammie performs and the kid had to suffer because they had their own vision of "easy and fulfilling life"(e.g. being a vet could earn big so no financial worries) and demand her to follow suit. Also to the Chan (and all of the extended) family kids are retirement investments. Wow what a shitty culture. I hate myself so much for writing this shit with ease. Oh wait I finally found the right word probably it's called intergenerational trauma. So,>to enjoy literally bringing characters to life = to break away from her allegience being a member of her family and possibly, the societyI could also attribute that as to why her stories are all set in anywhere but earth. To her reality is shit.But I can't apply that train of thought as of why she made that wish, it is only to help her esacpe her situation, there is no malicious intent in there. As of why she made that wish this is my guess(incl. info from chara sheet):1) Humans are living things living in a society.2) Society demands people being "useful" otherwise society suffer poverty.3) Writers are not considered "useful" because they can't make food/increase efficiency in making food.4) Fuck life, fuck the world that demands life must suffer to gain happiness. Go to hell, life should not exist.5) But since I am a powerless human I will become a being that could wreck the world.Now that's malicious enough.
>>6343942>it no longer feels like "my player character"what i always tell my niggucas is that they consider themselves the consciousness of their characters. the rest of it, the subconcious and the world outside, are what i have to deal with>because again, I see her as a separate entity from myselfif you see it that way, then we are a separate entity from ourselves as well. we aren't in control of our subconcious and yet it influences our every move. you have as much control of sammie than you have of yourself>I can give my take on how her past may look likedo et! guca backgrounds haven't ever been entirely up to me for as long as i've been running these. i recall both emma and erika adding about their pasts and likes-dislikes well past half BA. as long as it doesn't contradict what we already have and its cool and it isn't too convenient (like erika suddenly wanting a gun inside her car when hush took her for a ride) then there's no reason to not include it: this is a collaborative effort. i only add to their pasts myself on my own because i have to>Just let me draft simple descriptive points for each characters becausesure, that's still how sammie's power works after all>dat spoilerhahahaa aint no fucking way. i don't believe you. i can't>>6344139>I don't think being rational is on a opposite end with being emotional.we all have the same amount of emotions, even when we repress them. what i mean by 'emotional' is someone that understands them a bit more than the norm>I'm not really sure at this point if I could sync with Sammie for her pursuit of sastifying plot lines soooooooooignore that part in the bio completely, that's Miharu's bio quirks that i copy pasted just for shits and giggles, cause it just so happens that both are writer gucas>pic relatedand luckily i did, since now you have a little more room. but, once set in stone i ain't gonna change anything. for future references, i hope that much is clear>bring Sammie to Sungei Bulohfubuka bitching in 3, 2, 1>dat backstoryi meanwe had the almost exact same fucking idea thenlmfaofunny enough this also happened with lucinda back then if i remember correctly. what a common, atrocious theme>her stories are all set in anywhere but earth. To her reality is shit.fits like a glove. sammie did try to send us back to the stone age after all>But I can't apply that train of thought as of why she made that wishrage at discovering how society treats writers and artists in general, fueled by the fact that this could be used to justify her parents abusive behavior>Now that's malicious enough.the way i saw it when i wrote all the stuff was that sammie was mad that society didn't recognize that artists provide the single most important element required for any kind of enterprise: /motivation/. it's malice towards stupidity. what do u think?im taking my time on ellie ending so it feels natural. but when we start, we start
>>6344346>guca backgrounds haven't ever been entirely up to me for as long as i've been running thesei thought you did an interesting job when you did.
>>6344346lmao wrong pic>>6344359thankie! which one you liked
>>6344386the orphans. even if they didn't accomplish much in the end.
>>6344346>separate entity......thanks for telling me I might need a therapist>guca pasts that QM made upI need to agree with >>6344359 . Osaka 1st version has the craziest backstories I ever seen.>aint no fucking wayI took picture in >>6337618 and I didn't know they painted away the iconic yellow/orange walls recently. Could still see it in google maps.Also I screamed internally when the girls walked all the way from Woodlands checkpoint to Marsling. They could have just took bus 170 to get to Kranji FOR BIGGUCA'S SAKE WHY YOU HAVE TO WALKSooooo when are the girls gonna explore more of Transit City? we should also bring Fubuka to see the entire stretch of malls in Orchard lolAre we gonna adjust the gems of all gucas of Transit City?>shits and giggleslawl meh I should let Sammie think how her stories should go>Sammie's wish>malice towards stupidityI mean if for that she could have just wished for "I want a society that treat artists well" or something like that. I find wishing for "Transform into my own characters" to rebuild a society's value system towards what she want is a bit too roundabout when a wish could be anything. Or maybe Kyubey just happened to find her when she tried to retrieve the scripts that are turning to ashes.Anyway I like that idea. Is that why she hate Fubuka to her guts lol? Wouldn't that mindset backfire on her since, well, people just can't be attentively thinking all the time?
Rolled 26, 9 = 35 (2d100)Alright, done reading. Fubuka is a lot closer to combination of two archetypes I run though TRPGs with. One absolutely loyal, who is willing to lie, cheat, steal, any betray anyone and anything as long as it benefits the faction they are loyal to. The other, a low wisdom, high priority, extremely tanky, simple morality. They are most loyal to friends and family. Their goals are to make their family happy, as well a secondary hobby to hyperfocus on (usually unhinged ultraviolence, but that's not hard set, well, at least the ultraviolence part, currently leaning towards it being base building).The mindset might be a slight shift from what she was before, but should be fine, hopefully. If anything goes out of line, do tell.Anyway, I can start now. From what I can see, Fubuka anon did vote on the last write-in.Is the missing part the requests in this?>>6341764In that case, check these rolls (if only one is needed, discard the second), and as for where to but the beds hmm. Well the bathrooms are an option, but not good long term.Those abandoned wagons on the other hand? Now those look like a great place. After.... after we clean them because they're fuged up as they are.So bathrooms are good for the night, we're spending so much time cleaning them, might as well.
>>6344503Welcome to the party and suffering Twobukanon, may you enjoy the rivalry with SammieNow you mentioned it I reread the stuff weeks ago and indeed there are wagons... how do they look like? The old school wagon, modern train section or maintainence work trains?If we opt for wagons we might need to think of pinning them in place and seal the tunnel except for air ventilation and utilities. Would not want a rouge car from nowhere slamming into our bedrooms. Speaking of which, after exploring our base might as well find out where the tunnels lead to, better find out if there are multiple entrances to here. I have a gut feeling about where they heading to but I might be wrong.>>6344346>simple? descriptive points!https://pastebin.com/H8WAW06H
֍ Flu Mask Woman: Ellie, some people are helplessly lonely in this world.Ellie, still touching random buttons on the dashboard of the car, turns to face the mysterious stranger. The Flu Mask Woman takes takes off the flu mask--and it’s Inno. Ellie does not gasp at the revelation, and doesn’t wonder who else could be Inno that she doesn’t know. She’s far more concerned with the two plastic bags hanging from the classy mugger’s hands, the green and white ones.֍ Inno: Must be this new digital era. All em kids glued to their phones, so who’s out there to make friends? But maybe I’m old, and dumb like my parents too.Inno drops both bags on the marble kitchen counter and the green one almost slips into the sink. Standing from the front seat, Ellie’s eyes follow the contents with renowned interest as they are taken out of the green one and stored: instant rice, tuna cans, onions sauce, frozen buffalo meat, palm oil, soap, shampoo, a six-pack of canned beer, two towels, toilet paper, a small cardboard tray of eggs, a stainless steel pan…֍ Inno: Aaaaand this.Inno carefully drops the circular sunglasses on Ellie’s nose, then pushes the bridge with the index until the pads slide all the way.֍ Inno: Hows this?Again, Inno turns on the bodybuilder cellphone flashlight, and again, Ellie recoils. But then she peeks. And then she just looks at it. And blinks at Inno.֍ Inno: So that was the problem. Knew it.And Inno pats her head. Even though she slapped those sunglasses from some Jamaican guy pretending to be blind. Ellie walks up to the window behind the sofa, and looks straight at the sun. Her mouth gapes. Her fingers curl.֍ Inno: And now to fix mine: all this sweat. So glad I left the heater on.Ellie: ΛϋƔƐƝɎσƺ֍ Inno: Me too, girl, me too.
From the sofa, cracking open the second can of beer, Ellie hears the shrill little wails of the damned before the bathroom door is opened by Inno wearing nothing but a towel. The pale alien glances at that long, blonde hair still buried under foam, as the woman finds the water tank gauge right above the sink. She touches the small screen to no avail.֍ Inno: Someone is laughing his stupid ass off, Ellie. I ran out of water halfway.The naked arms and shoulders are all glossy because of the soap, and the floor is getting wet under the little rain coming down from her hair. But Ellie’s attention is fixated on the towel itself, depicting a panda bear sitting in a control room on fire, desperate. When Inno turns around and kneels to check the gas gauge from between the two front seats, Ellie gets to see the rest of the picture: a nuclear reactor with a happy panda bear logo erupting like a volcano.֍ Inno: …Idiots. I can’t go away without fuel, y’know?Inno finds Ellie chugging on another beer like there’s no tomorrow. She studies the scene intently until Ellie notices. Some of the liquid spills from the corner of her lips.֍ Inno: Fuel. Now that I think of it-Inno bends forward and, as Ellie protects the can of beer, grabs the alien’s other hand much to her surprise. The Coordinator gives the bone white ring a closer look, then squints barely.֍ Inno: You ain’t havin it easy either, aren’t ya Ellie? All lost here.Inno drops her butt next to Ellie and opens a can of beer herself. When Inno drinks, Ellie drinks as well.֍ Inno: I’m sorry. Should have figured earlier. So why don’t we… do sumthin about that?
֍ Inno: You ain’t tipsy or anythin, are you?The black wool cap on Ellie’s head makes a stark, painful contrast with the armless, knee-length white dress Inno had her wear after taking a bath. The floral patterns imprinted on the left shoulder and around the bottom of the skirt seem to wave at each step she takes down the bustling street, but Ellie doesn’t notice. No; too many food stalls steal her attention, so many that she doesn’t even notice that they are surrounding a vast, green park with a lake.֍ Inno: You gonna unscrew your head like that. Focus on this.It’s like Inno took a piece of cloud. Ellie stares at the pink cotton candy with furrowed brow until she smells it, but it’s only when Inno takes a bite out of it and chews and swallows that Ellie licks it. Then, after feeling the sugar herself, when Inno goes for another bite Ellie takes the cotton candy away. But Inno insists. People stare at her chasing the piece of cloud with her mouth as Ellie runs and turns around to protect it.Ellie: ɸθψƺƔϋƔƐ!! ƝɎσƺ!!But Inno is too fast and clever and isn’t negotiating, so Ellie decides that The Enemy gets nothing and slides her mouth across the giant toothpick and devours the whole thing in a single blow. Her cheeks end up looking like a puffer fish, but she still stares Inno in the eye as she chews and chews.֍ Inno: Oh. Well.Inno just takes out a caramel apple, a satay, a murtabak, and a fried corndog, all held at once in a single hand like claws. As Inno eats, Ellie, unsettled, chews faster and faster.
֍ Inno: You need to stop and taste, Ellie.Ellie is in pain, grabbing her stomach, her eyes closed behind those circular sunglasses. Yet as they walk into the arcade and the sound and screens the flashing lights on the alien’s gaze show nothing that resembles regret.֍ Inno: Havin too much at once is like havin nothin. You can only pay so much attention.Someone stumbles upon Ellie’s shoulder and keeps going, a little kid too eager to notice.Ellie: ƱȿɎɷɸ!But it’s nothing compared to whatever’s going on inside.֍ Inno: If you are like that then we’ll have to play another day.Ellie turns at the sound of the bang. It’s a shooting arcade machine with plastic guns, one which Inno just used to blow a zombie’s brains out.֍ Inno: You knew these?Ellie didn’t. She’d spend her time gardening shrooms, stalking salamantoads, or… doing nothing because mom and dad weren’t home and the new kids shunned her. With a bloated belly, she picks up the second gun.Despite getting killed like five times, Ellie got mad whenever she couldn’t shoot anymore so Inno’s own digital wallet had to bleed like the monsters. The stranger girl then tried some more games, then every game in the place, including the punching machine, the racing simulators, the carrousel with the ponies, and the huge UFO catcher where she just couldn’t, no matter how much she cursed and in what language, get that octopusuntil Inno found an old KoF 2001 machine and Elie didn’t want to play anything anymore.
Ellie’s eyes widen and light up. A tall knight in medieval armor, a gigantic shield, swords crossing against a wall, all neatly lined up and protected by thick glass.֍ Inno: I am so god damn stupid. And I just took a bath.Sweating all over again, Inno keeps complaining about having gone crazy at the dance machine while Ellie contemplates an enormous oil painting of peasants and farmers working together. She points at the cow with vivid intent, which Inno tracks from her little finger.֍ Inno: Oh, you like cows? I’ll take you see some then.Roaming over that red carpet, getting lost in the museum, Ellie ends up stumbling upon a tall, miniature rocket more art than science, out of place among the old kings and the warfare exhibits. She stares at it longly; then, Ellie sits on the floor. Silently, Inno sits next to her. When security comes to tell them they can’t do that, Inno convinces the man to shut up and sit with them.
֍ Inno: Buddy, did you get taco sauce on your arm or something?At the entrance of the train station’s restroom, Inno checks on Ellie’s arm, then the back of her hand, and finally her cheeks. She pinches one of them carefully, the alien flinches and curses or at least Inno thinks she did; the red stands out as much as blood.֍ Inno: Right, cause you’re so pale. Like an Englishman that freezed to death in the North Pole. If sun lotion even works you’re gonna need to bathe in the thickest of it erryday for life. It’s the evening that awaits them outside the automatic sliding doors. Inno caresses the palest head ever as she scratches her own chin with a nail. Ellie just mindlessly nibbles on an empty kebab stick.֍ Inno: It’s either that or toothpaste. Can’t afford both. Unless-A thunder breaks Inno’s monologue and sends Ellie straight behind her. Silence follows its echo, then the gentle drumming of rain.Black man of Transit City carrying Many Electronics: FFFFFFFFFFFFFFFUUUCKKKKKLittle kid: Look dad! It’s raining!Inno glances at Ellie and giggles; the thunder couldn’t hide the alien’s shrill little scream from her.֍ Inno: And it was so clear just now.The woman moves, and the little girl follows close by just in case. The gentleness of the drumming wanes as the downpour grows, as the two wander around the train station and past the many small stores it hosts for the travelers. Bookstores, drugstores, food outlets, even a specialized shop for drones; it’s like a mini shopping center. When Inno stops suddenly Ellie bumps on her back, watching in annoyance to where the mountain woman turns. It’s a place showcasing creepy mannequins dressed in the latest fashion; as they step in, Ellie fears that they will turn to look.
Young Lady: Welcome! What can I help you with?֍ Inno: Hey. I was just looking for- yes, that.Hanging on a pipe rack is a lone piece of garment, a black, hooded raincoat that looks like a dress, clearly meant for an adult.֍ Inno: Do you also have some rubber boots to match?Young Lady: Yes we do. You can try them out over there, the lightbulb on the right one broke just today-֍ Inno: Oh, it’s not for me.Inno pats Ellie’s head, who squints.Young Lady: Oh I’m so sorry, that’s the only size we work here.֍ Inno: That’s ok. It’s just, y’know-The perfect German woman tilts her head towards the door and the storm outside.Young Lady: Oh, wow, haha yeah, I guess so.Inno pushes Ellie’s head down so she’ll sit on the wood bench, then takes her new black sneakers off and pretty much fights with her legs to push the rubber boots deep enough.֍ Inno: Hows that feel?Ellie stands, then takes a few steps. She kicks the air a few times, then jumps in place.Young Lady: I think she likes them! Excuse me, is your daughter mute?֍ Inno: Daughter?Inno grabs the black raincoat and wraps Ellie in it like a taco.֍ Inno: Yeah, I guess so.Inno kneels to fasten the long column of buttons from the bottom up. Reaching the last, she bops Ellie’s nose. Then grabs her hand, lifts her֍ Inno: Aight thanks byeee!and storms out into the storm. If the clerk shouted ‘FUCKING NAZI’ as Inno went into the rain she didn’t hear it, but when she saw the actual clerk chasing after her, enduring the million little cold stings, Inno simply jumped to the roof of a hair saloon, turned around, winked, and then kept running.No one is going to believe her.
Inno jumps a few more buildings carrying Ellie on her arms as the alien stretches hers towards the endless stars. The taller Magical Girl stops on the rooftop of a cat cafe, its tables just now abandoned to the falling sky despite the umbrellas. Some still have coffee and croissants on their plates. Some are still letting off steam.֍ Inno: Poor girl. Shouldn’t have spent so much on that rigged UFO catcher.Inno lets go of Ellie- but Ellie holds onto Inno like a tick. The hooded girl points towards the rooftop of the next building.֍ Inno: So that’s how you have fun. But we have to figure out how to get back first.Inno walks under one of the umbrellas and sits Ellie on the chair next to hers. She picks up a cup of coffee, sniffs it, tastes it, blows on it, and then gives it to Ellie. She takes out the bodybuilder cellphone and goes about trying to find free Wi-Fi to save on data.֍ Inno: I’m gonna have to think somethin up, cause by now I’m dead sure that bloody cat is avoiding me. But I know who could talk some sense into it. I’d rather not, but who cares.Thunder blasts from far away, yet Ellie still jumps from her seat to hide behind Inno. Who can’t help but giggle like a hyena.֍ Inno: Don’t you have these from where you are from?That giggle turns into a grin, and so Inno’s thumb waltz on the screen of the cellphone. She finds a video with a thunder, cranks the volume to the max, hides the device behind Ellie’s backand hits “Play”.Ellie starts screamingand instantly dissapears.֍ Inno: …what?!
i am so fucking sorry guys lmao i swear i thought this was going to be shorter. it was in my head. i know im being selfish of me to hog the thread like this but i know coming back to this if i leave it halfway done is gona be a turbo bitch, so pretty plz bear with me. tomorrow we get this little story climax and then we start for like fucking real!! after like a full month and a week lawl>>6344406akiko and helen come to mind. those would be the >>6344417letting go of akiko and wakoko was super painful at the time, but i figured it was the right thing to do. i wanted to give new players the chance to try and i also wanted it to be on their own terms, which at the time i thought i was failing at. but as you pointed out just now it's pretty much what's happening with the transit city trio, so... maybe it's not such a bad approach? then again, BA had the liberty of having the stories of their characters be independant from each other.desu? i'm not sure...>>6344417if you are on queensway of all places then i'll shit myself, plain and simple, no excuses, no half-measures, pure honor>FOR BIGGUCA'S SAKE WHY YOU HAVE TO WALKmaybe inno wanted to show them around so they'd see all the pretty places. maybe she wanted to see it herself. either way, never forget your cardio>Sooooo when are the girls gonna explore more of Transit City? i mean, what's stopping them?>Are we gonna adjust the gems of all gucas of Transit City?at least that's what inno and we say>lawl meh I should let Sammie think how her stories should godesu, i think it would be much more colorful if you think them up. i am limited by my own criteria>I find wishing for "Transform into my own characters" to rebuild a society's value system towards what she want is a bit too roundabout when a wish could be anything.because sammie thought the same as you: that she could also make the most out of the wish. it is roundabout because it's greedy>Or maybe Kyubey just happened to find her when she tried to retrieve the scripts that are turning to ashes.i didn't even have to explain. remember what i said earlier about superman vs goku? that people don't often account for character and state of mind? well there you go. it's hard to think straight when you are full of grief and rage>Is that why she hate Fubuka to her guts lol?you got a solid points but let's wait for Meeting Sammie next thread lelcont!
>>6344503>The mindset might be a slight shift from what she was before, but should be fine, hopefully. If anything goes out of line, do tell.no, i think that it's great, it fits. the stupid loyalty to inno already shows, and the lack of morality for the sake of tribality too. if we consider how far she went to please her mother then it can't be other way (and the hobby so far maybe has a bit to do with trimming her nails too much)>Anyway, I can start now. From what I can see, Fubuka anon did vote on the last write-in.usually rolls lock votes no matter come hell or high water but since i didn't clarify you could change the actions beforehand i'll have a little lenience only this once. but if you still want to keep those actions its ok tooand welcome! happy to have you! :D>https://pastebin.com/gM5LwPpui still have to read this>how do they look like? The old school wagon, modern train section or maintainence work trains?i'll show you guys tomorrow>dat pastebinan easy way to think about the descriptions is that they are rules that her magic can't contradict. if sammie says that taravia has a relic that controls the flow of time, then taravia can't not have itthose are good examples if we assume that by stating their race we already know enough about their physical qualitiesfinale tomorrow! then normal actual fucking quest
>>6344895rin was an orphan too.>maybe it's not such a bad approach?it depends on execution. with ba characters i think at times you go too far in adding details outside of pc control throwing in a two lines of a pastebin emma being talked out of suicide rather than writing that scene, helen's backstory/nature, and such. i don't know about having the players start as coordinator's apprentices rather than out of their own acts, but i guess we shall see. keep on trucking, qmmini was the best of them all
>>6344895>akiko and wakokoI think that approach really depends on the player. I know you would pretty much make up some details so I actually took care to make a character not too different from myself else I gonna risk doing to many contradicting actionsand again, there is no one occasion that all of BA characters are physically together at once so there must be some way to get the group together>transit citytell me if you need more pictures>storiesI'll be the coauthor then>Meeting Sammie>next threadQM, I challenge youIf we get to next thread>pastebintake your time, it's boring datadump like how I would write my notes>character rulesthat relic must be costing much magic then, like, witching out level? girl with that wish is going to be a dangerous witch
>>6344905>if you still want to keep those actions its ok toothat works for me>the hobby so far maybe has a bit to do with trimming her nails too muchI think I will develop it into general beautification, but that will have to be done via a bit of personal growth, not as a sudden change
>>6345009>general beautificationIf Sammie goes out to buy shampoo Fubuka will be the one who remembers to buy conditioner and facewash
Inno had scouted everywhere. The park, the arcade, the museum, the kitchen of an erotic restaurant, the cat sanctuary, the Hindu temple, the gay sauna, some guy's house, and even the clothing store where she stole Ellie’s raincoat. All she found in the latter is a slap to the face.But right as she stepped into the dark motorhome again֍ Inno: aaaAwhatTfuCk!?!someone was banging the pan against the pot right behind her. Lights on, it was an angry Ellie. Inno goes from bitch to comatose in three seconds flat, deflating from the relief.֍ Inno: I was so worried!Inno hugs Ellie, who, angry milliseconds ago, short-circuits as the golden hair drips all over the raincoat. Ellie tries to push Inno back, trying to breathe.֍ Inno: What happened? Are you hurt? Did you do that on purpose?Ellie: ƺƔϋƔƝЏɸƹƺ! ϋƝƂ.֍ Inno: Ha. So you know it was me. Not my fault yer that cute scared.Ellie forces her way through Inno’s warm and wet embrace, then heads straight to the fridge. She opens it and picks up a can of beer, only one, and for herself.֍ Inno: So you DID teleport inside here back then, huh. Can you do that again?Ellie completely ignores Inno as she scavenges the fridge.Ellie: Fɷɷƻ!֍ Inno: ‘Food’? We have rice and tuna and stuff, but we’ll have to cook it.Ellie: Fɷɷƻ!!֍ Inno: We aren’t getting takeout, missy. I already know what that does to people.Inno checks the electric heater’s meter and scoffs. It may take longer for the water to heat than for her to catch a cold.֍ Inno: Can you do that again, Ellie?Ellie finally looks at Inno. The woman unwraps the leather belt from her black jeans and leaves it on the floor, making a circle. She points at it. But when Ellie starts walking, Inno stops her. Then, she points at the cheap marker again and Ellie is already in it. Inno whistles.֍ Inno: We got ourselves a little teleporter.Inno ‘hmms’ pensibly, as Ellie grabs the belt and wraps it around her stomach.֍ Inno: And you still have your clothes on.
Ellie had managed to teleport the pot from one end of the motorhome to the other, so Inno took her to the fanciest restaurant she could look up online.Waiter: Welcome to our fine establishment. My name is Marcus. Let me show you to your table, Miss…֍ Inno: Imeredala.The waiter is a tall, slender man hiding some muscle, dark-haired. Under the hood, Ellie’s neck drags her whole body as she spins while following Inno. The black, polyester tablecloths on the round tables, the fat, crimson armchairs around them, the dark marble tiles under them, the chandelier hanging from the atrium dome roof above making images out of stained glass… and yet, it’s the smell that charms her the most. The haunting amalgam of the many perfumes and colognes drenched on the dim-lit diners isn’t lost on her.Waiter: Let me know if you need anything.֍ Inno: Ellie, take a seat.Inno patting the red belly of the ebony armchair wakes Ellie up. Hints of trepidation show as the little alien, lost in the galaxy, takes her seat with careful movements.Ellie: σƺƺƝЏ?The palest girl gets still as a statue as Inno, leaning forward, undoes the buttons on the raincoat one by one. The Nazi then gently lifts the alien’s arms to take the garment off, and hangs on the back of the chair.֍ Inno: You’ll be fine.Inno takes her seat. From across the table, Ellie stares at her companion with sudden worry as the woman, unphased, swipes through the laminated pages in the black leather menu. Unlike herself, the elegant lady in front of her, wearing blood lipstick, blue tear earrings, and that one-shoulder satin red dress that came out of nowhere doesn’t seem out of place at all.֍ Inno: We are going to feast like dirty beasts, Ellie. Prepare your ass for tonight.Ellie notices that even the way she moves is different. It’s as if Inno turned every action into two just for ceremony, like how she lifts her arm to then twist her wrist when she calls the waiter to order.
Ellie, surrounded by class, studies the dish in front of her that looks nothing like a burger. It’s a big ball of rice on a wide leaf, surrounded by peanuts, cucumber slices, a hard-boiled egg, anchovies, and a reddish paste that looks spicy. Inno, almost done with her own dish, is tearing through what little is left of the grilled fish on her plate and which she splashes with lemon, already lifting her arm to order another. Behind the fish, forgotten, hide three slices of tomato. Ellie touches her ball of coconut rice almost with worry. Where did that fancy, mindful lady go?֍ Inno: Ain’ff guff? Lemme ffrry.Still with food in her mouth, Inno grabs some of the rice with her bare right hand and stuffs herself. Thankfully, she finally swallows.֍ Inno: It’s great! Eat it. Mix it with this.With a spoon, Inno mixes the sambal paste into the rice and spoon-feeds Ellie, who chews and chews and then screams silently as Inno slams her fist on the table.֍ Inno: Damn straight! This is what it’s about!Waiter: Can I bring you anything else?֍ Inno: Effrythin!
Like three more dishes later, Inno stopped asking for more food and drinks when she struggled to stand. There was so much food that not even Ellie’s curiosity stood a chance. She’s crying out of regret of being filled with delicious food.Waiter: You two were hungry, Miss Imeredala.֍ Inno: It’s just, everything is so tasty. This should be illegal. You can’t stop.Waiter: Should I bring the bill?֍ Inno: No need. We’ll pay with a magic trick.The waiter lifts an eyebrow. Inno beckons Ellie with her eyes, who grabs her raincoat, walks up to her, and grabs her hand.֍ Inno: Aaaaaaaaaaaaand… taran!!Ellie vanishes as if she was just a product of Inno’s imagination.But only Ellie.֍ Inno: eh
As it turns out, first class food is expensive. As it turns out, Inno didn’t have enough to pay for the feast. As it turns out, even a Magical Girl can struggle against trained bodyguards who spent their lives studying gorillas- provided she ate enough to stop moving.֍ Inno: Let-me-go, motherfucker!Honest and Hardworking Police Officer: Don’t move!Finally outside, when Inno is slammed against the ‘POLIS’ on the hood of the white and blue patrol car, she spots Ellie among the tiny crowd that formed while she struggled inside the restaurant.Ellie looks sad.Waiter: No, I’m not crazy! There was a little little girl with her! And she went invisible!Other waiter: Keep your nonsense to yourself or you’ll get fired for drinking on the job!As usual, the world itself hides Magical Girls. No surprises there. As behind her back her wrists are handcuffed, as she’s hurried to the back of the police car, Inno turns around to smile at her new little friend to reassure herbut Ellie is nowhere to be seen anymore.
֍ Inno: Ellie!It took ten minutes for Inno to break out of jail and ten more to get her cellphone back, but twenty to get back to the motorhome in a cab. When she opens the door and only darkness greets her she is still calm. When she turns on the lights and no one starts banging the pan against the pot she’s not so calm anymore.֍ Inno: Ellie?Inno inspects the holes in the home that is a car, but there’s not much to inspect because even cars this big are small. She settles for sitting on the sofa, and waits. And waits. And waits.Bang. Inno tackles the door.֍ Inno: Ellie?She looks at the football rolling away.Kid: Sorry lady!Disheartened, Inno juggles the ball with her black heels and then sends it back with a hit from the heel, straight to the kid’s forehead.Kid: WOW! Women are awesome!Sighing, the awesome woman closes the door behind her also with her feet, then goes back to sitting. And waits. And waits. And waits.֍ Inno: Ellie? Ellie!But the shadow staring at her from the attic, the space above the cockpit, has red eyes, and Ellie’s are black./ 人◕ ‿‿ ◕人＼: I am not Ellie Teegarden, Innocence.Kyubey drops straight below, facing Inno from the entrance. Inno opens her mouth, perfectly ready to bitch at the catyet doesn’t.֍ Inno: Kyubey, today you get your one ticket for me to stop kicking your stupid ass face like a football. Earn it./ 人◕ ‿‿ ◕人＼: What do you mean?Inno loses her breath.֍ Inno: Ellie. Help me find her. Please.Kyubey licks its paw./ 人◕ ‿‿ ◕人＼: I’m surprised that you are neither violent nor interested in the reason why I’m here, but it is refreshing to see you being efficient.֍ Inno: I don’t give a crap. If you are here to turn ol me into premium Diesel fuel fo the universe then wait till we find Ellie. You stalk little girls all the time but today it will be for a good reason. Truce?/ 人◕ ‿‿ ◕人＼: Truce.
A driver screams as Inno takes a curve drifting the motorhome like a street racer. It is already quite dark outside./ 人◕ ‿‿ ◕人＼: Innocence! Ellie Teegarden is nearby. Turn left!֍ Inno: It’s a one-way street, we’ll get stuck and fined.The long car takes the long way around, but almost as fast as it could./ 人◕ ‿‿ ◕人＼: There she is.And indeed she is. Although weaker, the storm had gotten nowhere. Ellie found solace from it under a Merbau tree at the park, and is fixated enough on its trunk to not notice Inno jumping from the door and dodging the rain to catch up to her.֍ Inno: Ellie! Thank fuck, I was scared.Ellie turns to look at Inno, but her head is still hanging low.֍ Inno: Oh, the beetle? It’s alright, they don’t bite. Look.Inno shows no one the beetle on her finger.֍ Inno: Ellie?/ 人◕ ‿‿ ◕人＼: I see. Ellie Teegarden wants to be left alone.The Magical Girl hears Kyubey from the car, in her mind. She just climbs back to the front seat and shuts the door, then shakes her dripping hair like a dog, soaking Kyubey. Turning on the ignition switch, this time without hammering a screwdriver into it, Inno bites her lip.֍ Inno: Find her.
֍ Inno: Kyubey, tell me: why did Ellie become a Magical Girl?Ellie may be running away, but the traffic isn’t; each bonked horn testing Inno’s faith in humanity. But she has bigger things now./ 人◕ ‿‿ ◕人＼: Ellie is an alien from the planet Teegarden B.Inno lets it sink in silence, or at least in whatever silence the concert of horns and engines would let her.֍ Inno: So; Pedro was right to freak out, then. First human-alien contact besides you, only MUCH better. What do you know?/ 人◕ ‿‿ ◕人＼: Pedro? I don’t know who that person is. Ellie’s wish was ‘I wish to travel the stars’. The context of said wish is relentless abuse from both her brethren, including her own biological parents.֍ Inno: Why did it happen? One second.Inno takes her head out of the window.֍ Inno: YOU ARE LUCKY I DON’T HAVE THE TIME, ASSHOLE!Random driver: FUCK YOU, CUNT!/ 人◕ ‿‿ ◕人＼: Her parents were threatened to work in a secret space project and had to take Ellie with them to a military base. Deprived of her old friends and neglected by her parents, she became lonely, and caused trouble for the project.֍ Inno: Why did she do?/ 人◕ ‿‿ ◕人＼: She infiltrated a rocket. The abortion of the project was issued once they found out she was there, but at a late state of the launching. It caused quite a mess.Cars of every color in front of her start moving. Inno presses that pedal with very measured movements.֍ Inno: So they scolded her./ 人◕ ‿‿ ◕人＼: They did.֍ Inno: And now she’s afraid I’m going to scold her as well.
This time, Ellie found herself a stray orange cat that took shelter inside a glass bus stop. The cat sniffs Ellie’s huge sleeve carefully, but is then swallowed by; as Ellie pets its head she can hear it purr inside.֍ Inno: Ellie.Ellie takes a step back- until she notices Kyubey, who Inno is grabbing like a suitcase.Ellie: Kϟbeʮ.֍ Inno: Kyubey, translate.Inno then smiles warmly like she never did before, which takes Ellie off-guard.֍ Inno: Hi, Ellie. It’s so nice to finally talk to you. We’ve been through a lot today, haven’t we? But you’ve been very brave./ 人◕ ‿‿ ◕人＼: ЏɸƹƺƻЏ ɸ Џɸθψ. ƐƝɎ ɸƹƺ ƺƔ? ƔϋƔƝ ƝЏ ƝЏƺƔƝɎ.Ellie looks at Inno and nods, which seems to be a universal gesture. The cat’s tail wiggles to the sides, its orange butt all that the sleeve has spared.֍ Inno: Ellie: I’m not mad at you. At all. I didn’t test your powers enough. It’s on me. I’m sorry you had to see that./ 人◕ ‿‿ ◕人＼: ɎσƺϋƔ ɸƹ ƔƐ ɸƹƺɷΛ ƔƝɎσƺ ƹƺ ƐƝɎƝЏɸ ƹƺ ƐƝɎɷƜ ƺƔƝɎσ.֍ Inno: Let’s go home and have tea. Or chocolate. Anything that you want. I’ll spoil you at least today. I like being with you. I want to help you get back home./ 人◕ ‿‿ ◕人＼: σƺϋƔƐƝ ɷΛɎ ƔƐƝɎσƺƔ Џɸƹƺƻ ƹƺɷΛЏɸθψ ƝЏɸƹƺɷΛ Ɏσ ʮƜƝƂψΛ ɷƜ ƔƝɎσɸ.It may be rainingbut, sad as it is, a Coordinator can spot a tear anywhere. Even tears that can’t be seen. Even after Ellie is gone again and the cat is left looking around in utter confusion.֍ Inno: …/ 人◕ ‿‿ ◕人＼: What do you want to do? This is wasting a lot of my time, you know.֍ Inno: Keep looking for her.The orange cat goes back to licking its rear.
The motorhome accidentally gets too close to the curb and ends up splashing a black man with many electronics on him.֍ Inno: I’m just so worried, y’know? She’s too small to be alone in this bitch of a world, worse if she’s fresh from some other./ 人◕ ‿‿ ◕人＼: Sharing your thoughts with me is so unlike you, Innocence. Geez, you are too unpredictable. Turn right.֍ Inno: But, yeah. Ellie can teleport, I guess. Maybe she’ll be fine on her own. Maybe she just doesn’t wanna be with messy ol me who always ends up in jail.And yet, Inno sighs. She clutches the gear lever too tightly./ 人◕ ‿‿ ◕人＼: I don’t think so, Innocence. Ellie Teegarden falls into the spectrum of weak Magical Girls.Inno just… hits the brake and turns to Kyubey. Fully./ 人◕ ‿‿ ◕人＼: You couldn’t have known because the two of you couldn’t talk, but Ellie came to this planet in a Witch’s Labyrinth. It sucked her inside right after her Soul Gem manifested, and travelled across space until it landed here. There are few precedents of Magical Girls having their wish granted by a Witch.֍ Inno: Why are you saying that Ellie is weak?/ 人◕ ‿‿ ◕人＼: She had to hide from the Witch all that time. Her rocket-spear couldn’t even harm the Familiars.Inno just stares through the tarnished windshield at the storm raging outside, raging all over the world, and now even the rest of the galaxy.֍ Inno: Then she is like me. She made a wish with hatred in her heart. She won’t be able to survive on her own./ 人◕ ‿‿ ◕人＼: Aren’t you jumping to conclusions, Innocence? Klonoa always told you to stop and think.But Inno isn’t listening֍ Inno: If her wish was made with hatred… and her wish was to leave her planet… it wasn’t hatred towards her parents, or the rest of them aliens.Inno looks at Kyubey, at those perfectly circular and perfectly red eyes.֍ Inno: It was towards herself. Ellie hates herself./ 人◕ ‿‿ ◕人＼: How is that related to her behavior?֍ Inno: She’s leaving cause she doesn’t want to hurt /me/.The engine bursts to life./ 人◕ ‿‿ ◕人＼: Where are you going? Ellie is that way.֍ Inno: We are taking a detour.
Ellie is mesmerized by the myriad fish drawing patterns behind the convex glass window etched on the wall of the huge fake tree trunk. The blue light from inside the aquariums reflects like waves on the floor as she wanders, spied by clown fish peeking from humble coral reefs. Above, the tears from the sky threaten to shatter the framed skylight ceiling, but fail. When the girl turns, she quivers- but then her eyes glitter. Through the glass and waving grass she sees an octopus, walking on its tentacles, but when she approaches it isn’t there. When she walks under the huge dinosaur skull Ellie spots it again, this time free from its cage, taking a corner dancing around as if drunk. When Ellie chases after it, into the room where the whole wall is a single aquarium, the octopus greets her waving a tentacleheld by Inno from behind. Ellie takes a step back.֍ Inno: Ellie: I’m not long for this world. You don’t need to worry about hurting me.As Kyubey peeks from behind the long legs and translates, Ellie… doesn’t teleport. Those black eyes just stare at Inno from behind those black sunglasses.֍ Inno: Eighteen years is not much for a normal human girl. It’s just when you are old enough to drive a car, y’know. But for a Magical Girl… it’s a lot. It’s a milestone few ever touch.Inno scoffs. Having Kyubey out of everyone translate those words is like the beginning of a bad joke. But she carries on.֍ Inno: Would you mind listening to me? And if you still want to leave, then let me aid you before you do.Ellie: …ψΛϋƔ/ 人◕ ‿‿ ◕人＼: Ellie says: Ok.
Inno walks closer to Ellie, holding that huge octopus plushie, glancing at the gigantic wall aquarium as she does.֍ Inno: That strategy of yours… I’ve seen it over and over. You are taking the blame for the adults to protect them. You don’t want to live in a world full of idiots, so you’d rather be the only one.Inno stands next to Ellie, but looking at the aquarium. It is very impressive.֍ Inno: It won’t work, not for long. Adults will prove to you, over and over, that we all are idiots. We just learn to hide it, and not well enough. I always end up in jail cause I do bad things. Your mom and dad didn’t understand how painful it is for a little kid to be bored. If you keep trying to believe that we aren’t dumb, that you can rely on us for errything, we’ll disappoint you erryday.Inno takes off Ellie’s hood and caresses her head. Then laughs.֍ Inno: So, all that time, you weren’t locked inside the car? You coulda just blinked outta there whenever? That’s so mean!Ellie: Ɏσƺ./ 人◕ ‿‿ ◕人＼: Ellie says: Sorry.A single tear draws a line across her still reddish cheek.Ellie: ΛϋƔƐƝɎ θψ./ 人◕ ‿‿ ◕人＼: Ellie says: I miss my mom.֍ Inno: I know. You were so lonely, weren’t you, Ellie? So stay with me. You are a Magical Girl in a dense and rude world, now. So stay with me. I’ll teach you how to make it on your own.Ellie: …ɎσƺƔƝƹƺ ɷΛɎɷƜЏ?/ 人◕ ‿‿ ◕人＼: Ellie says: Why would I want to be with idiots?Inno pushes the big octopus to Ellie’s chest. She looks up from it to find the idiot adult smiling.֍ Inno: Idiots help each other.֍ Ellie: …ϋƔ.༺༻༺༻༺༻֍֍༺༻༺༻༺༻
it's fucking DONE man, fucking ENDED. took so long. i swear to like fucking everything that it was a lot shorter inside my head. there's a lesson to be learned there but im too old so fuck it. but whatever. it ended properly and htats what matters>>6344914>rin was an orphan too.her parents divorced but neither wanted her, so she ended up in an orphanage. they aren't dead>it depends on execution. with ba characters i think at times you go too far in adding details outside of pc controlis that the dark truth of gucaqm? that he's just been writing novellas this whole time?>throwing in a two lines of a pastebin emma being talked out of suicidethat was totally intentional lmao>i don't know about having the players start as coordinator's apprentices rather than out of their own actsquests start at some point and context. players don't get to choose to be a stranded space cowboy or a wizard apprentice or drunkard magical girl who loves pancakes: it's the context that it's given to them. what matters is what they do with itbut i get your point. BA had a lot more freedom in this regard. it was also what made it such a beast to run, so this new format is me trying to make things easier for myself now that i also have to work and do stuff>dat last spoilera gentlemanly opinionbottom line: even though i sometimes go hard on gucas context, i've always left enough room for players to do a lot with it. it's the future, the direction of the characters what you own. like gandalf said, it's what we do with the times that are given to us what matters, and having jimena almost fucking murder the main antagonist of BA with a noodle finger should give you an idea of just how much freedom you have within the confines on this little world>>6344953>I actually took care to make a character not too different from myself else I gonna risk doing to many contradicting actionsbut roleplayin is fuuunnn>there is no one occasion that all of BA characters are physically together at once so there must be some way to get the group togetheri think that part of the charm was that everyone was waiting for that to happen. it makes me so fucking sad man>tell me if you need more picturesgo crazy. take as much as you can. they'll all help>If we get to next threadi plan on cleaning my image a bit with this one. not one of the guca royales ever ended, so i decided to be less greedy with the setting but more consistent>that relic must be costing much magic then, like, witching out level?that if she can actually pull it off, which would require understanding the concept of time travel enough to make it consistent. and that's one big fucking IF to be honest. writers are limited by what they can understand; bullshit only gets you plotholes>>6345009>that works for megotcha! actions in a while>I think I will develop it into general beautificationi'm curious about that too. wonder how fubuka will end upvotes soon! also how was meeting with ellie? too long?
>>6345542>too long?I'll call that a standard for youAsk an unbiased person lol>roleplaying is funnnnnI also want roleplaying experienceeeeeeeI'm scareeeeeeddddd I'm already pressing my temples trying to think what a seething twelve year old girl will thinnnnkkkkkk but I can't help but make her actions fulfill the lower levels in hierarchy of needs first lolGirl has better brains than me I believe>BA gucas uniteat least they all linked by magicthe random event at the start really done wonders for their personalities tho, even it takes forever>pic reltechnically Queenstown is nearer to west but have a pic from east side of city>go crazyweekend walks confirmed, never forget cardio>understanding conceptsgodammitOk certainly it will be hard to get her into school and I don't want to put her through transit city's schooling bullshit either, so can I send her to the library, she could also use computers there to search for information because Inno is hogging the phoneeeeeeQueenstown library is a nice place btw
>>6345506Also I forgot to mention>Miss ImeredalaHas the Imeredala family inflated to the point where anyone could just call themselves Imeredala without raising suspicions lol
aight so to review:Ellie:>Ride the Fubukamobil until it gets boring.>Remember what Inno said about getting the car back>Leave the squids watching one another so that none get lost again>Teleport... near the car, in the forest we escaped through, in case someone was already there.>If it's clear, take all the important things a Teegardener can hold on her person and teleport back to the Kōdinēta no omise>Dump the horde of goodies wherever's clean enough to do so.>a) teleport to the last place she saw the car: m3 ma = 77 successSammie:>check again the water sources in the washrooms, each compartment>check water drainage spots for a place to actually wash up>think of going out again and buy sets of the same/similar clothes and whatever to sleep with>convince Fubuka we need to get soap and shampoo and a washbasin and towels to wash away the scent of rain and jungle since morning: m1 int = 34, m3 char = 12 failure (note: doesn't apply anymore anyway cause new fubukanon)>so we need to move our asses out of the station again>and get an electric kettle for hot water and making tea>so I can worry about other things like finally exploring the damm station>Also get an electric fan or mobile air-con to give some convection within the stationFubuka:> Finish cleaning the bathrooms + Continue cleaning and setting up in a pique of rage: m1 int = 26 failure> Decide where we are putting the beds (and clean there extra too)> Get mad at Sammie for ditching early to take a showerlast chance to review or change your mind about stuff you didn't roll for, except for fubuka who can change whatever this one time>>6345554>I'm scareeeeeedddddthere's no right or wrong answer. think of this like an abstract lab silence, but with gucas instead of erlenmeyer flask>1st pic relatedsin- transit city is so super pretty man, im glad you get to live there>Queenstown library is a nice place btwill google it out, must be pretty too. as for schooling or not, which is an interesting question: up to you! i love fucking around with backstories, but the rest is you guys work lawle>2nd picrin saysCOCKemma asked for a big family. you get what you ask for
>>6345627>actionshas >>6341271 also when Sammie can't go outof the stationalong with end of day actions no matter going out or not>must be pretty tooI would say it is more comfy than prettywhen you got crazy libraries like the somerset library and harbourfront library for comparision>pic relClementi hawker centre, place is near Clementi MRT station where is just 3 stops away from QueenstownLeft side is the market section and the right are all the food stallsQueenstown has something like this also but I no picbetter than eating burgers all day, also cheaper
>>6345751was watching the game awards. e33 sweep, ubisoft crying in a corner. keep taking pics, i didn't know the people in transit city had face circlesalso ok taking >>6341271 into account too>Clementi hawker centre>Left side is the market section and the right are all the food stallsngl it does look cozy, would spend all day with my laptop there. being surrounded by FOOD all day is a decent dream to havei'll try to post tomorrow but maybe work and etc. if no more inputs then ill just let it rip. was thinking something. it might take a while with so many inputs. how about if we limit the amount of actions somehow so we can get feedback in-between event? cause if something were to happen while the girls are out we would have to like queue stuff. and that way we'd get shorter posts instead of sporadic gigapost. what you guys think, gimme ideas on structurealso check out this dog i found at the supermarket. i was worried but the people of the town are feeding it
>>6345826This is definitely a dog that Rita would try to take home and keep in her backyard with all the other feral hounds
>>6345827i absolutely would have but my cat is an asshole, so i had to settle for taking pics and keeping track of it. i still see it wandering around town so all turned out ok, i think that's even better than a leash
>>6345826>face circlesnoooo I was trying to censor faces and stupid phone does not have a blur optionnnnnnn (or I haven't found it)gotta post quick when the other sides of globe are still awake>limit amount of actionsThat works also. Just that some actions could take half a day and some could be done within an hour, so it might be just us trying to cram all those actions into a same time spot. Or maybe it's just meI have an idea, you could take that list of actions as a queue you could pick from, just ask for rolls and use the queue of actions until some good timing that needs a player prompt, then ask if we are to continue with the queued actions or change our actions due to situation>spend all day with laptopthat place is not as clean as you think lol, if the last patron is a messy eater you would want a table wipe before placing a laptop there>picrelclose up of one of those shops. old school confectionary store, sells coffee beans and tea leaves also
Rolled 55 (1d100)>m5 per Sammie
guys, i need final confirmation just in casesammie convincincing fubuka to go out? y/n?or somethin else?ellie soon!
>>6346173eh so does that >>6341825 roll count?also last pic doggo looks like enjoying cool tile floor>picrelInside Bukit Panjang LRT car, around Chua Chu Kang area
As the slightest ‘ooooooo’ from the oldest sister still reverberates from the dark tunnel leading outside, Sammie decides that mulling over Transit City’s currency system is pointless when she should be going out anyway. Why? Because the sweat under her gray wool shirt already got cold because she stood still too long trying not to think about Inno’s brain.֍ Sammie: Right.Right; toiletries, spare clothes, a water dipper, maybe even a bum gun: that’s what she should be thinking about. No: that’s what she should be buying. There is one problem, though֍ Fubuka: …֍ Ellie: …which is that Fubuka broke and Ellie is an alien.>֍S Convince Fubuka we need all that stuff because, again, she owns the card.֍ Sammie: What are you even thinking about?֍ Fubuka: I don’t know.Ellie, still in Fubuka's arms, is as meek as a cat when you grasp its scuff. Until she hands it over to Sammie, who is too late to protest when she’s already holding Ellie.֍ Sammie: Wait, where are you going?֍ Fubuka: I’m going to erase every single germ or microbe or bacteria or whatever from that bathroom so we can sleep in it.As Fubuka grabs the broom that Weird Eyes left on the floor when she was kidnapped, Sammie feels the horror. Somehow, Ellie feels it too.֍ Sammie: Bubut what if we have to go to the bathroom when we are… IN the bathroom?֍ Fubuka: We’ll cross that bridge when we have to.֍ Sammie: How well did it go the last time we crossed a bridge? You tell me.Even Ellie is thinking about Inno cursing as she’s being slammed on the hood of a patrol car- but when Fubuka turns to look at Sammie it’s clear who is scared the most.
>֍F Finish cleaning the bathrooms֍ Fubuka: Sammie: there are RATS here. RATS. RATS. RA-֍ Sammie: Would you shut u-֍ Fubuka: I even saw a spider. With hair. We are sleeping in the bathroom. Move your ass and help me clean or I’m telling Inno.Sammie grasps Ellie harder as if to gesture, already feeling cold inside.֍ Sammie: We need to buy stuff.֍ Fubuka: Huh? We already did.֍ Sammie: We need to buy MORE stuff. The shop is closing soon and we don’t even have soap. Be reasonable for once!>֍E Remember what Inno said about getting the car back.As the usual bickering happens, Ellie remembers what Inno said and is stabbed by a great idea: get the motorhome back! She was the one who stole in the first place, so why sleep in an endless dark tunnel when she could be driving? Or at least bringing stuff back. Although rats seem fun, whatever’s going on in the car beats what those two have here.֍ Fubuka: We clean the bathroom, go out, buy stuff. Why am I even arguing with a nerd like you?Fubuka’s voice is heard from the bathroom as she’s already unplugging Inno’s laptop and taking it from between the sinks.֍ Sammie: Because, incredibly as it is, your brain can somehow still recognize that I make sense. Your neurons are waging war to spread the truth through that peanut inside your head. And it’s a valiant effort, worth a chronicle written in blood.֍ Fubuka: PFF, you are such a dork. I didn’t catch a thing.Sammie stops herself short when Ellie quietly rolls her way out of her arms, landing hard on the floor. It gives her time to think.֍ Sammie: …gross.Fubuka, who was already swiping, turns to face Sammie, somewhat peeved, as Ellie makes sure that both squids are watching each other so none is lost again.֍ Fubuka: Gross what? Your face?֍ Sammie: ...don't tell me you are the kind of person who does not shower under this weather. Ewwww.֍ Fubuka: What the fuck? I shower all the time! Are you blind?֍ Sammie: Then why do you smell like thEllie teleports.
Ellie’s teleportation is instant. It leaves no trace, makes no sound, and takes no time. You are in one place and then you are in another; no ceremony. It’s so seamless that it makes Ellie wonder if moving from place to place isn’t just teleporting a million times every second. However, it always takes her a few seconds to re-adjust. Instant changes in the lightning, ambience, and temperature are always a bit harsh on her eyes and small body. But soon Ellie is gazing upon the forest and its trees, upon the endless greenery on the other side of the road, and upon the dirt road they travelled through when it rained and they had to huddle together.Ellie looks around, and around, and aroundthe motorhome isn’t around.The sunset looms over the horizon, stealing light from the endless green fields and the leaves of each stray tree, but the motorhome isn’t around. Only the cow. The cow right in front of her.֍ Ellie: …ɸƹƺɷΛ?The cow moos. Maybe it understands teegardenian. Maybe it doesn’t, and it’s all an elaborate trap. On guard, ready to fight, Ellie carefully stretches her hand towards the cow to see if it tries to bite it and determine if it’s friend or foe, good or bad. Slowly, slowly, her pale hand reaches; but when it finally touches the animal’s muzzle, it only moos again.Ellie pets the cow, which is taller than her.Curious, the alien invader dares to take one step, then another, then another. She touches the cow’s face, the jaw, the nostrils, then carefully sweeps her hand through those horns. But when she touches the eye the cow recoils, and so does Ellie who runs away and hides behind a motorcycle covered in rust. After a while, Ellie peeks: the cow is still there. Ready to transform at any second, Ellie approaches yet again. The cow doesn’t move.…It’s not as fast as the car, but Ellie rides the cow. Smiling wide like a retard, she chases the sunset.>>֍E(M3 Magical Affinity λ Roll: 77 = Success)<< (Teleport to the last place where the motorhome was seen.)>Ellie accomplished /nothing/, but she’s happy.
i made a decision! ive realized that what takes me the most by far is organizing the actions and figuring out how they should go, so we are gonna try taking things one step at a time and see how that goes. let's try running with single action votes because queues make my head spin and i'm sure we'd all rather i updated faster. what do u think guis>>6346176that may or not seem common to you, but to me it's genuinely adorable. im keeping track of all of these so just fucking spam them without shame, they are a great contribution to the immersion>>6345859>noooo I was trying to censor faces and stupid phone does not have a blur optionnnnnnn (or I haven't found it)lmao jk, im glad that you are being considerate with those strangers> you could take that list of actions as a queue you could pick from, just ask for rolls and use the queue of actions until some good timing that needs a player prompti gave this a lot of thought, trust me, and i think it'd be best for you guys too if the efforts you take to think up a prompt don't get wasted when the stuff that would lead to them doesn't happen. i know that the rythm that has already been stablished is /slow as fuck/, but i'll at least try to change that to make things more dynamic>that place is not as clean as you think lol, if the last patron is a messy eater you would want a table wipe before placing a laptop therei'd clean the table and still put my laptop there. i honestly think that place looks cool>and tea leaves alsosomeday, i'll learn to drink tea properly like mami tomoe. for now, they just taste too strong for me unless i add sugar or honey which is kinda heretic as far as i know
also guess fucking what three weeks later but the thread didn't dielet's get it out of life support
>>6346220I'm fine with itthough take note I have a very long backlog of things need to do and buy to just make that station a livable place lolAt least Ellie is happy af right now>boiled leaf water heresyif sweetening tea is heretic S.E.Asia is doomed for adding ungodly amounts of condensed milk and sugar into their tea>schooling issues from last repliesI don't know how long our gucas will survive but while Fubuka could learn a trick or two from Inno, Sammie seems too upright to pull stuff Inno does unless desparate. Like mugging random people and getting away from it.The only actual benefit for schooling is to blend into normies and get in contact with potential gucas without pulling anything spectacular. Sammie could just secretly write her stories in classes she is not interested. Plus points for efficiency if it is a girls school (and in !transit city they are usually convent schools). Now hope to bigguca that transit city is not as stringent in their paper checks compared to !transit city.>picrelvoid deck a.k.a. the space under a public housing apartment. Given almost 80% locals live in public housing the trio must have already walked in a lot of these spaces.
>>6346283>though take note I have a very long backlog of things need to do and buy to just make that station a livable place lolit all fits into 'buy stuff'. it's ok if it's a list of things related to each other. for example, buying a bum gun and clothes are similar enough for sammie to pull them off at once>if sweetening tea is heretic S.E.Asia is doomed for adding ungodly amounts of condensed milk and sugar into their teawaityou mean mami drinks her teawith sugar???what am i fighting for>The only actual benefit for schooling is to blend into normies and get in contact with potential gucasworth mentioning, it's actually super rare for two magical girls to go to the same school. we had like 50 at once in the violet tower in BA, but at the time that was entirely unheard of and we are talking about a population of three million people>Like mugging random people and getting away from it.you'd be surprised how many gucas just stop giving a shit at some point. we even have kyoko>Now hope to bigguca that transit city is not as stringent in their paper checks compared to !transit city.will sammie be smashed against the hood of a cop car? will inno be proud? find out next!>picrelthat's one high-class cat, pat it for me.>Given almost 80% locals live in public housing the trio must have already walked in a lot of these spaces.is that to encourage families to stay in !transit city? so basically they have a lot of buildings with a bunch of very affordable flats?forgot the most important part of the post: the thematic guca
btw it may be too vague sothis is a prompt for fubuka and sammie as well. will sammie just give up and stay to patch holes? that was the condition of the actions before, so if that's still set i can keep going at least for the end of the day. otherwise, state new, single actions. cock
>>6346295>50 at once in the violet tower in BA,>entirely unheard of>Witch of Peace guca fighting like 100+ gucas single-handedly.funniest fucker in the entirety of BA
>>6346306She's just lucky Rita wasn't there to beat her ass
>>6346310She's probably like 100 ropes stacked together. Rita would be fucked.
>>6346295>the gunI guess she would prefer a proper showerheadnot sure if they know they need to buy tape for sealing the hoses properly>tea issuesI think people further north would appreciate unsweetened ones>meguca densitydamm. not like we got meguca radars. Am I reading too much Albion? Kamihama? Should we just send that white cat into a convent school of stressed crying girls before their exams? Or a primary school of stressed crying girls before their psle exams?>meguca crime statisicsI totally forgot about that partbut it will be so hard to do crime in !transit city because security cameras are every fucking where fuccckkkkalso begging is illegal in !transit cityalso the legal age to work is actually same as FubukaDo I really need to train Sammie for pickpocketing with her perception and dex>!transit city housingInfact most of the subsidies goes to married couples and families. If you are single you can't even own one of those flats untill 35 years old. Having a kid benefits the city by having you wage-slaving for the kid to spend there, and the kid potentially becomes a new wage-slave for the city when they grow upspeaking of which it is mandatory for healthy male citizens to be conscripted for 2 years in their early 20s so it is not weird to see young guys in army/navy uniforms in the streets. Cops and firefighters there are also likely younger than the university student. so, more kids = more new blood for the city>next actionsUh I mean the convince did failed right? I will see what Fubuka decides to do>picreloutside looking towards another void deck and outdoor carpark. all local cars have a device inserted with a cash card so they could just drive in with the gantries opening for you, Malaysian cars still need to tap in and out
>>6346311Shit... you might be right...
I'm a smidge lost,from what I can see, a persuasion roll failed, so now I got to decide what the response to not being persuaded is. Correct?If that is the case, Fubuka would be annoyed, be very bitchy, but cave to go shopping under conditions instead of cleaning immediately (due to both subconsciously holding doubt in herself in a "shit, if we did forget something and I was the leader, I don't want Inno to not be proud of me" way, and also, actively trying to at least follow Inno's "we're all family" dynamic)the conditions being that Sammie needs to help her clean TWICE as much, until the bathroom is spotless, AND Sammie takes the bunk closer to the door, because Fubuka is NOT sleeping with the rats
>>6346306>Witch of Peace gucai wrote 'almost entirely unheard of' but deleted the 'almost' thinkin there was no fucking way someone remembered that. im surprised im wrong. then again, BA was all the gucas in buenos aires and proximity, witch of peace had to suck in almost all gucas in the entirety of Argentina (and even some parts of Uruguay which is the size of BA) for Hush to pull it off. it's hushquest's unwritten ending>>6346311power level accurate>>6346335>I think people further north would appreciate unsweetened onesi really, really need confirmation about mami drinking tea with sugar or milk and asapim gonna scour the fucking magia record archives for this one>Should we just send that white cat into a convent school of stressed crying girls before their exams?it takes a special kind of fuck-up to become a magical girl. like, a very unusual case. it's not enough with being miserable and a teenageralso; it's think it /twice/ if i could pull creating more gucas lele>but it will be so hard to do crime in !transit city because security cameras are every fucking>also begging is illegal in !transit citynot even inno wanted to hit an hotel>Do I really need to train Sammie for pickpocketing with her perception and dexshe'd tell the person she just pickpocketed 's-sorry'>Having a kid benefits the city by having you wage-slaving for the kid to spend there, and the kid potentially becomes a new wage-slave for the city when they grow upi mean that's pretty smart, from a stability point of view. what they are breeding there is loyalty for the country. instead of just outright exploiting their workers as much as they can until they quit and go somewhere else they invest long-term>speaking of which it is mandatory for healthy male citizens to be conscripted for 2 years in their early 20si would have been SO fucked then. been a skinny bitch all my life. i would have been singing 'Connect' in the frontlines while getting turned into swiss cheese>Uh I mean the convince did failed right? I will see what Fubuka decides to donot only did it fail, it didn't matter anymore. i only let it go because fubuka wasn't picking up. it was like a temporary npc thing last resource>picrel>all local cars have a device inserted with a cash card so they could just drive in with the gantries opening for youamma research>>6346401>from what I can see, a persuasion roll failed, so now I got to decide what the response to not being persuaded is. Correct?correct! i was a bit lost myself, so i thought getting ensuring everyone's in the same page before resuming was the right call>"shit, if we did forget something and I was the leader, I don't want Inno to not be proud of me"lore accurate fubuka, like in those super fucking bananas devil may cry 5 vergil combo videos>dem conditionssammie answers that and we go while we wait ellie
>>6346401>>6346413>Cave inYes it succeded yeessssss>TWICE as muchHow should we even quantify once hehe>spotlessTo do that you need a high pressure water gun though. Like, they need to loan a whole set of water gun and water pump, and mold removers for mold eaten into caulk. Also avoid spraying into the electric outlets, like seal it with tape before actually spraying jets of pressurised water>not sleeping with ratsGet rat repellents. Quite sure the drug stores sells peppermint oil somewhere. Smear it all over the doorway. Also sort of smells nice>door?Actually does the bathroom even have a door that closesor is it just a doorway>bunk?We only got 2 beds though
>>6346413Although QM told to spam more !Transit City images I am starting to cringe myself out for posting long context that not everyone may want to readso here you gohttps://pastebin.com/5tDJmdseDamm it needs sign ins for comments. My original plan is for anything !Transit City related just leave comments at pastebin there.Okay guys are there anywhere that could comment publicly or QM just PM me for any city related questionsSo here sort of some final replies>!Transit City wage-slavingActually it was said that both Malaysia and !Transit City had the same average-ish wage but in their own currency, and !Transit City currency is around three times Malaysian Ringgit in value. Earning !Transit City wages gives more purchasing power than the entirety of South East Asia around it plus India plus some of China, which is why a third of the population are actually workers on work passes>conscriptionI've seen skinny guys bulk up, and fat guys slim down after finishing their conscription. One common thing though, their brain got conditioned by the millitary and it makes them dumber, so they have a hard time going for university education
>>6346496>Actually does the bathroom even have a door that closesboth bathroom have doors, each with their own stick man/woman with skirt or pants. the one in the men's bathroom, however, has a hole the size of the face of a sledgehammer right in the middle>high pressure water gun>a whole set of water gun and water pump, and mold removers for mold eaten into caulk>rat repellentsif you are adding more stuff then let's do it like this. the action will be sammie buying stuff, so just post something like:>>ACTION: Buy:>-bum gun>-another bum gun>-yet another bum gunetc, or something like that. let's post the actions like this from now on, as condensed as we can. if fubukanon doesn't add another, then i'll just take hers as>ACTION: Clean the bathroom with Sammiewhich is pretty much implied>>6346509>I am starting to cringe myself out for posting long context that not everyone may want to readno fuck that, i'm for real, spam those pics all over. if they don't like it then let them hate me, it's all my fault, lazy qm can't even do his own research, etc, you name itthat's if you want, of course. i'm happy with what we got so far>Earning !Transit City wages gives more purchasing power than the entirety of South East Asia around it plus India plus some of China, which is why a third of the population are actually workers on work passesgod fucking DAMN. i guess that's what happens when you take all your corrupt politicians to the backyard. nothing gives value more than stability in this world>a third of the population are actually workers on work passescount me the fuck in, i'd slavewage there and then come back to buy like ten houses or something.>One common thing thoughbut if everyone has to go doesn't that mean that everyone ends more stupid?aight we get that vote and i move sammie/fubuka! and if we get ellie's i might just finish the day at once
>>6346211>teleport back to tell the... to sign to the girl-to wait for Weird Eyes mating(?) session to end so her Kyubey can translate to the girls that the car was stolen, probably by the people chasing us.>help with the cleaning while waiting for Inno and WE>sing the most ghetto alien tunes (https://youtu.be/fU-wH8SrFro?si=GRZJmQbjgfGFQtHc) because nobody here can tell if the singing is good or bad.Cue cleaning montage.
