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
