>>6333553
Well, he seems entranced enough, but you’re about ready to down one of those bottles. Thankfully, Jacky doesn’t have any more stops, you end up walking for a few minutes along the beach to an umbrella (or is it a parasol because it’s for the sun? Never mind.)

There is nothing to sit on, aside from the sand, but you don’t mind. The spot is pretty out of the way, as much as a spot on a public beach can be.

Jacky starts the moment she sits down.
“Alright! Let’s start with the basics.”
She takes one cocktail bottle, and pops the lid with a finger.
You accept her offering as she gestures at the finger with her second hand. It seems particularly… sharp, not the nail, no, but the whole tip of the finger ending in a tip, like the edge of the table, except even tighter angle.
She takes the second cocktail bottle, and repeats, slower. Placing the finger under the edge of the bottle cap, and applying pressure. Her finger doesn’t budge, the flesh doesn’t deform as normal, hand doesn’t shake. It stays unmoving. She pulls the finger back slightly, and then jabs harshly. The bottle cap flies clean off.
“We got two forms, the big shiny one, and this one.”
She takes a sip of the cocktail.
“But don’t think we’re transforming from normal to something else. We *are* something else. We’re Magical Girls. Can’t undo it, only cover it. Which, fair, good reason for that. Walking around ass naked is saved for special occasions, but you also gotta keep in mind that with practice, you can flash whatever you want.”
From her finger, her whole hand shifts down to the elbow, a sharp spear of glass. The surface looks smooth, but the insides cracked and fragmented.
But in the blink of an eye, it shifts back into a normal hand.

You take a sip of your own cocktail, dismissing your developing aversion to learning.
“And what does this have to do with training my Will exactly?”

“Glad you asked! See, using any powers when ‘covered’ like this is a lot more difficult than when transformed. Requires a lot of focus, I will train my powers on you, and you will train your will resisting them. When one of us wins, they take a drink, balancing the skills, and making for a good time.”

“Your powers?”
So far, you’ve only seen her shatter into mirror glass shards.

She catches on.
“Possession. Uh, not the police kind, the ghost kind.”

Well, that’s just great. You really needed to worry about that even being an option. . . Wait a second.
“During the fight, after you ran to help Shadow…”
The corners of your mouth involuntarily twitch upwards. As you recall her rushing past you immediately after you left the monster with a nasty surprise.

She sighs and looks down, but you can still see a hidden smile.
“...I got a second dose of spiked candy for the hour, yeah. Fuck you, by the way.”

(2/3)

>>6333554
You can’t help it, first a giggle slips out, then, like a bursting dam, you start laughing. Jacky tries to keep up the annoyed act but quickly joins you.

So you laugh, you drink, and you enjoy the sun, until you cocktails run out, and it’s time to train.

>You are note sure what to expect. (I need TWO anons to roll me 2d6.)

- - - - -
(Mechanics)
There is pressure on your temples, and anxiety in your heart, but both fade with drink and laughter.

The sand, the shade, the water. What more can one desire? You wish you knew.

- - - - -
(QM Faggotry)
Gentlemen. I am once more late and gay.
At first, I was struck by the QM curse, but that is, at most, half of it. The rest was an example of flaking most craven (and perhaps, a temptation by other magical girl quests most awesome, check them out if you haven’t already). For the delay, I apologize.

(3/3)

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(Archive)
https://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive.html?tags=SugarRush

Rolled 3, 5 = 8 (2d6)

>>6333555
Rollan

Rolled 3, 6 = 9 (2d6)

>>6333555
glad to see you again, OP

>>6333554
>“During the fight, after you ran to help Shadow…”
>The corners of your mouth involuntarily twitch upwards. As you recall her rushing past you immediately after you left the monster with a nasty surprise.
>She sighs and looks down, but you can still see a hidden smile.
>“...I got a second dose of spiked candy for the hour, yeah. Fuck you, by the way.”
she was doing drugs during the fight ? or did she accidentally eat another part of ours ?

Rolled 2, 5, 2, 5, 2, 6, 6, 1 = 29 (8d6)

>>6333746
Sugar's arguably most potent attack was force feeding a part of herself to the monster. A monster which shortly after, Jacky possessed.

>>6333568
>>6333737
Sugar doing as well as she can be expected.
Let's see how her efforts fare against Jacky.

Stretched across the warm sand while keeping your head in the parasol’s shade, you glance at your companion splayed in much the same position.
“So, how will this work?”

“Uhhh. . .”
A droning tone resounds (though you’re pretty sure that one is entirely mundane in nature), before Jacky snaps her fingers.
“Got it! Alright, we’ll start with something simple, I’ll try to make you shove your arm in the sand, you’ll try to resist.”

You’re not sure what to expect. A force gripping you and moving your limbs? A sudden desire to act? Maybe just blanking out, and coming to after you did something?

What instead happens is Jacky reaching out with one hand and touching your shoulder. A second goes by, then another.
<!>
A horrible chill across your spine. Your hand moves. Not by your own will, not by physical force, but as if someone else sat alongside you in the driver’s seat of conciousness. You try to lock your muscles, it works, then they relax, and you can’t lock them anymore. It’s a horrible slimy feeling at the edge of your perception. You grip the hand with your other. The limb bucks at first, then relaxes. Your whole body relaxes in spite of your screaming mind.
Your hand gently slides into the sand, the presence abates, and Jacky takes her hand off. Leaving only a shuddering void.

You lay on your back, eyes staring at the cloudless sky.

What. The. FUCK.
You don’t want to continue, this is too much. Every fucking step of the way, you a horrible experience, then you swallow your troubles, and then you get an EVEN WORSE deal.

You prop yourself up on your elbows, and look to Jacky. The girl is looking away from you, but you can tell her expression is pained.

“Jacky, what…”
You struggle to find words able to express just how bad that was. Thinking of it makes your spine shudder enough to make you want to puke.
“I... don’t want to do that again. Ever.”

The girl turns to you. Eyes downcast, her signature grin absent.
“But we have to.”

What?
“The fuck do you mean *have to*?! What, you gonna force me?”

The girl flinches at that.
“No, I won’t force you, but others will.”
She finally meets your gaze. In her eyes you see guilt, but only as it underlines grim determination.
“The monsters we fight, they don’t take no for an answer, unlike my control, they won’t have you putting a hand into sand, and their power can feel much worse or… much better.”

Your mind conjures the scene, or fighting a monster which can take control of others. Your regeneration can heal seemingly any wound, but does it matter, if your mind is gone? No. No it doesn’t. Not to mention the idea of fighting against the others. Just Shadow would probably wreck you all in a contest of strength, though… you guess that Jacky could possess her. A twisted game of weaknesses and strengths.

“...Do I have to fight?”
You don’t know if you want the answer, Jacky gives it anyway.

(1/3)

>>6334570
“If we don’t, the barriers will grow.”
She knows that’s not what you asked, after a few moments of silence, she finally adds.
“If any of us don’t, the rest will hunt them down.”

Hunt them down. . . Hunt you down. . . You let yourself fall on your back. What have you gotten yourself into? Is this the price to pay to not feel like you’re wasting your life? You want to cry, or scream, or *anything*, but instead, you just feel kind of numb.
What can you even do now? Train and fight. Different shades of suffering. At least when you were fighting, you didn’t feel bad. . .

You stare at the cloudless sky. Waves washing against the shore.

You can hear Jacky opening one of the bottles and taking a swing, then another.
Her voice comes out with an edge of cheer, even if it’s forced.
“Come on, Sugar. Let’s just do a couple of rounds more, take a swing, it will help you feel a bit better. It’s gonna get easier as you practice.”

. . .You prop yourself on one elbow, and accept the bottle. You take one swing, then another, then another. It tastes like shit. Sweet disgusting swill. You swallow improperly, coughing the stupid melon vodka all over yourself. You sit up straight, and take another swing. At least you can feel it taking effect, your mind becoming hazy, incapable, or unwilling, of partaking in higher thought.

You nod and hand over the bottle.
“Again.”
You don’t know what else to say. You don’t have another choice.

Again Jacky touches your shoulder. This time, you know what to expect. You try to focus on yourself, on your body. Imagining pushing away everything else. You feel the Other. You feel your control being contested as you resist. You focus, unwavering. For a few moments it appears as if you both matched, then, a flicker, as if something was behind you, a momentary loss of attention. You try to refocus, but you can’t, that damn shiver is back, the horrible feeling on the edge of your perception. You imagine yourself attacking the Other, but you can’t muster the focus. You want to curl up into a ball.
Your hand is in the sand, again.

. . .You reach for the bottle, and take another swing, before handing it back. You already don’t feel confident in standing up, and if you get another of those spine shivers, you’re gonna hurl.

Jacky is double matching your drinking pace. You guess it’s fair when you keep fucking up. You wish drinking made you feel better instead of just less focused. Compared to the drinks a few nights ago, this sucks, but then again, that night led to all of this, so you shouldn’t mouth off too much in it’s favor.

Jacky doesn’t wait long.
“Again?”

You can only nod dully.

(2/3)

>>6334571
Once more, the hand touches your shoulder. Once more, you try to focus, but you can’t. Your mind is hazy and you honestly feel like pure shit. When the fucking spine shudders start, you know how it’s gonna end. Your stomach flips, and your halfway to opening your mouth before your whole body locks. A roiling disgusting feeling, wrapped into every inch of your being, if your body wasn’t trying to puke already, this would trigger it. The locked muscles hurt, hurt like a bitch, you didn’t know you could even stop in the middle of an automatic reaction like this, certainly not by brute force. Slowly, horribly, the tangles of muscles start to relax, the bile retreating, leaving only a stringing sensation in your neck, and an ache in your stomach.

Then, you are unceremoniously let go again. Flopping onto your back, starting at the cloudless sky.

Jacky sighs.
“It… it does get easier, and there are good parts. This…”
She sighs again.
“This is just not one of them.”

You lay in silence, exhausted in mind and spirit. Jacky keeps drinking. You listen to the waves, let your dazed mind be free from thoughts.

. . . . .

You don’t know how long passes, Jacky opened the second bottle at some point, and you’re pretty sure she’s nearing the end of that one too.

She sighs again.
“Do you… feel any better?”

You don’t know, so you don’t say.

Another sigh.
“Look, I’ve… we’ve done well for the session, I’ll reflect on my own, but I’ll help you do your part.”

You stiffen up, expecting more *training*, but no touch comes.

Jacky continues.
“If you don’t want to think about it, I could also try and teach you to use some of your stuff while in this form. A weak version of your regeneration is a good first step.”
...Well, a choice seems to have bubbled up from the muck. You really need a break after this.

>Reflection sounds like… something. It might make at least a fraction of this not meaningless suffering.
>You don’t want to think about this any more than you are forced to. Regeneration is something, maybe you can build up to SugarRush eventually, make this all go away.
>(Write-in?)

- - - - -
(Mechanics)
You feel like shit.

The sky is clear, the waves fall upon the shore.

Your head is in a daze.

The worst part is, you think you might have improved.

- - - - -
(QM Faggotry)
Sugar is not having a good time. Writing it has been a bit tough, increasing one’s strength of Will does necessitate that strength to be tested, and Jacky’s powers are awful to experience. I hope reading it wasn’t too unpleasant. If it was, please, do share that. I won’t change the reality of the setting, but I will try to shift the story away from it via Sugar’s own actions. In any case, thank you for reading.

(3/3)

>>6334573
>Reflection sounds like… something. It might make at least a fraction of this not meaningless suffering.
traumamaxxing

>>6334573
>Reflection sounds like… something. It might make at least a fraction of this not meaningless suffering.

>Sugar is not having a good time. Writing it has been a bit tough, increasing one’s strength of Will does necessitate that strength to be tested, and Jacky’s powers are awful to experience. I hope reading it wasn’t too unpleasant.
it wasn't uncomfortable to read, but thinking about it, sugar feels like she was raped, kinda. anyway, it's a good scene, OP.

Votes locked in for Reflection, but I got some major work in the next few days. Update will be out on the weekend.

Got sick (again), so my work spilled into the free time. Update tomorrow. I apologize.

You could try and focus on learning regeneration. Slowly learning more and more, until you can feel *right* even when you’re human, or, pretending to be human, going by Jacky. But if even Jacky seems to need her to focus up to get a part of her power online, how would you fare trying to use something constantly? You don’t know how long she’s been training for, but you can’t imagine you’ll catch up quickly.
And while you’re catching up? Yeah, you’ll be in basically the same spot as you were. Maybe improving, but certainly slower. No, fuck that. Yeah, you feel like shit, yeah, you would rather curl up on the sand and lay there until you forget. But you remember the first cold nights after you left. Away from you bed, away from any comfort, sleeping under a cold bridge with rain all around. You couldn’t go back then, you can’t go back now, and if you stay, it will only get worse, moving forward is the only option.

You open your mouth to speak, but only manage a small exhale. Still catches Jacky’s attention though, you hear her shift closer.

It takes a few moments more to manage your focus enough to speak.
“Reflection is… better.”

You hear Jacky shift some more. Then she speaks.
“Aaalright. I guess you want to make some progress too. From my end, you did manage to put up more resistance as we went on. I can’t actually see into your mind, so I’m not sure what you were doing, but it was doing something. Though the moment I got in, your defense crumbled really fast. How did you see it?”

What you were doing? Felt like you were a flailing mouse targeted by a particularly bored cat that’s what. But… you did better in some attempts than others. You felt like…
“Like someone was alongside me in the driver’s seat, that’s what my mind kept coming back to.” You haven’t even driven a car before, so you’re not sure why, but it makes sense to you.

“So kind of making the control into a person, and seeing your body as something you control through a middle step. Ok, ok…. Hmmm. Taking the imagination further is useful, imagining more of the cabin or the driver’s seat. Doors with locks you can only open from the inside, that sort of stuff. Though if you do have imagination as your defense, you’re gonna need some serious confidence in what you’re imagining. You can’t be unsure in what you made, because every uncertainty is a crack that something can get into.”

(1/3)

You close your eyes and consider. Something defensible. Something only you can control. A car… no that’s too broad, you don’t want someone else to even have a chance to sit besides you. Maybe a plane? Like a jet fighter… but you’re not sure how secure those cabins are, probably not made against someone breaking it personally. Maybe…. construction equipment? You know cranes have a small cabin, that could be nice, security could be a bit iffy, but that high up, it could work.
“Maybe a crane? Single cabin, high up, only one way to get there.”

You flinch when Jacky swings into your peripheral view suddenly.
“Exactly! A crane is a good starting point. Just don’t be sure of the attack angle, the mind has a bad habit of rationalizing, and might equate an insidious mental attack to giving a guy wings, or something. Buuut that can be solved, with, uh… further practice.”

You don’t bother hiding your cringe. You knew it was coming, this wasn’t a one off, but hearing it so soon, well, let’s just say it’s not doing your stomach any favors.

At least Jacky has regained her grin, through it shines duller than usual, it’s still better than her previous expression. Some people always wear a smile, seeing them without is eerie, and even as little as you know Jacky, you know she fits that.

“It’s gonna get a lot easier. And hey, you’re lucky you got a defense in imagination, Sugar can help with that. Not you the-you know what I mean.”
She can be very expressive, arms moving all over the place, rapidly shaking her head after correcting herself. You smile, can’t help yourself, the distraction is endearing. Though that does bring up a question, of curiosity more than anything.

“What are the other defenses? You said people have different ones.”

Jacky seems to jump on the opportunity to move the subject.
“It’s pretty neat! Some people imagine a great big shield, or armor, not like, in their mind, but on their physical body. And as long as that armor holds, they’re fine. Some people just believe that they can’t be controlled, and if they do it hard enough, it just kind of works. Those are the real freaks. Others uh… well there is some specific stuff, like personality wise, believing that an object protects you, or being so stubborn or in love or whatever, that you only listen to a very specific person. You also got external stuff, a lot of it I can’t talk about though. Related to other Sisters and all.”

You slowly nod. Then try to prop yourself up on your elbow, only for your stomach to immediately recoil, making you, very carefully, lower yourself again.

Jacky, the ever keen, notices.
“Say… There is a vietnamese place like right on the edge of the beach, and I can promise you getting some soup into you will make the vodka feel a lot better.”

(2/3)

>>6337676
That doesn’t sound too bad.
“I would appreciate that, yeah.”

What a nice gestu-aand she keeps talking.
“I’d know, you know. They’re open till like midnight, but they hang around like an hour after closing. Let me tell you, nothing worse than trying to get laid, and the guy pukes all over your front in the middle of it. Just… ugh. Doesn’t happen after the soup though, let me tell you… well, most of the time…. It helps a lot is what I’m saying. Very loyal custome-”

“I GET IT Jacky!”

She just laughs and dances off. You’re pretty sure it was an act, another distraction, but you can’t bring yourself to be too mad. You’re not feeling like you want to curl up into a ball anymore.

The warm sun feels as good as it can. You feel a bit cold, but you know that’s just fake mind stuff. The waves splash against the shore so wonderfully, each burst of their breaking calms you further until your eyes slowly drift close… just a little nap

. . . . <!>

You find yourself in a tiny gazebo, or, more like a speed painting of one. Colors are out of whack, things don’t have edges, and honestly, feeling like you’re falling backwards on an axis is *really* not helping your stomach. You’re not drinking after this if this is how it goes, dammit!

But one thing that still manages to be as… herself, as always is the tiny figure radiating her own light.

“Hi Sugar. This dream feels real messed up. Didn’t know I fell asleep deep enough for one.”

You can’t see any facial features on her from, but frantic waving is a sight on excitement enough. Until she start speaking, that is.
“Oh, you didn’t! I pulled you under, we got about 20 seconds until your head gets real bad. Now quick! I pulled some favors, pick! You wanna try Trash collecting or Gardening? Quickly!”

Oh. Dammit Sugar!

?!?!?!?
>Trash collecting
>Gardening
>(Write-in?)

- - - - -
(Mechanics)
Shivers, a fading dread.

Sunshine on your skin, you hope that magical girls can’t get a bad tan.

The crashing waves are really nice, maybe you could convince Leader to park where you can hear them.

Upset stomach doesn’t make for a happy SugarRush.

- - - - -
(QM Faggotry)
Both late and a bit early. It’s not too long of an update, but I got to a natural stopping point. Didn’t expect to today. Next update hopefully soon. If I get a couple of votes in the next 16-20 ish hours, I can probably make a good chunk of it tomorrow.

(3/3)

>>6337678
>Trash collecting
I'm da trashman

>>6337678
>“I’d know, you know. They’re open till like midnight, but they hang around like an hour after closing. Let me tell you, nothing worse than trying to get laid, and the guy pukes all over your front in the middle of it. Just… ugh. Doesn’t happen after the soup though, let me tell you… well, most of the time…. It helps a lot is what I’m saying. Very loyal custome-”
I forgot she was the slutty one

>Trash collecting

>>6337919
>forgot
There's like four in the group i'm recalling, Leader (uptight), Shadow (black), Jacky (Jacky), and Sugar (Us). I honestly mostly just remember Sugar and Jacky

Didn't manage to write today. Update tomorrow!

>>6338693
waiting warmly

Uh. You really don’t want to get a repeat of the last time Sugar fucked with your sleep.
You can’t really focus on making an informed decision when you got seconds so you just blur out.
“Trash! Trashcollecting! Just-”
But before you can continue speaking, Sugar raises her tiny hands, giving you a double thumbs up, before an audible ‘Poof!’ sends you reeling.

<!>

And suddenly, you’re awake again. Not with a start, and thankfully, *thankfully* without a splitting headache. Though just in time to see Jacky with a finger an inch from the tip of your nose. You lock eyes.

. . .

Her hand slowly retreats behind her back.

. . .

Neither of you speak for a few moments, before Jacky straightens up and clears her throat.
“Ahem! I brought the soup.”

Her other hand presents a large paper soda cup, with a plastic top, and a plastic spoon.

You look back at her with a questioning gaze.
She only shrugs.
“Hey, it’s to-go and cheap. Some places would put it in a plastic bag and be done with it.”

What?
“You’re fucking with me. There is no way someone sell soup in a plastic bag.”
You call that bullshit out.

She keeps a straight face.
“No, no, I’ve seen it. Some places don’t offer take-out options so they just give you a bag if you insist.”

You narrow your eyes, but she holds, nodding wisely. You narrow your eyes further and her facade cracks a smidge, corner of her mouth twitching upwards before she locks up again. Can’t call her out a second time, you don’t got the leverage. She deflects before you’re able to come up with a plan.

“Now, come on, I brought soup for one my best girls, and it’s getting cold.”

You seriously doubt that anything could get cold in this weather, with the sun blasting enough for you to have a light tan already, but the friendly address hits you harder than you expected. You prompt yourself up on your elbows, wait a moment for your stomach to calm, and then scoot further back until your back is against the umbrella(/parasol/anti-sun-thing, whatever).

After you remove the lid, the pleasant smell wafts over you. In the murky depths you see meatballs, noodles, and some unknown vegetables. You carefully take a spoonful and find it room temperature. Tastes oily, and savory, has hint of sweetness from somewhere. No wrong texture anywhere. Damn, this is some good soup.

Jacky seems to notice your appreciation.
“They got the heat ready to eat out the gate, probably saves them some on the heating costs too, eh. Oh, and don’t get used to the portions. They put in extra for me, I’m a veeery loyal customer you see. Been going there few times a week for better part of a decade.”
She’s positively beaming with pride at that last statement.

For the better part of a decade, huh? Puts some things into perspective.
“So, what are the next steps?”
You say between spoonfuls.

(1/3)

>>6339275
Jacky ponders for a few beats.
“If nothing comes up, we could do another round of training tomorrow, if you really want, but I’d recommend bothering Shadow for a bit. I saw how messed up you got from the fight, but I don’t think our current killability clicked for you yet. You could also try going with Leader, but I uhhh think I she’s got something tomorrow.”
She snaps her fingers, brows furrowed, trying to verbalize a thought on the edge of her tongue.
“A-a-a-a oh! Right! The Tournament!”
She gesticulates wildly.
“So we gotta train, like, all the time, right? But when you get good enough, and you aren’t human, both in your limits and in how you actually work, you need to train a bit harder, otherwise you’ll just reach human limits, act like a human, and get your ass kicked like a human. So when we want to get better, we need some more intense training. Now for the body, this gets all sorts of wacky, you got the duel dancing, you got the breakless riding, and a bunch of other stuff I don’t care about. For the mind, you got team army chess (or whatever they’re calling it now), which is what Leader plays, and then you got specialized stuff, which there is an endless amount of. Inventing new sports or stupid pastimes that could theoretically improve you is a time honored tradition. You can do basically anything as along as you can walk it off quickly enough to be ready the next day. Well, and you don’t break the rules.”

And of course it comes back to that. The rules. The ones that if you break, you get hunted down. Wonderful. Well, at least the soup is doing a good job at chasing those thoughts away, this is some tasty stuff.

Fuck, you want a distraction.
“What was that party that surfer guy talked about?”

“Party? Oh, you mean Luau! Yeah some kids are having their party. High school, college, somewhere around that age. The important parts are good drinks, good music, and lots of energy. The occasional musclebound guy doesn’t hurt either. This one is Hawaii themed, some girl’s birthday, Laura or Lea or something like that. If you ask me, she’s as much Hawaiian as she is Inuit, but hey, I’m not one to turn down a good time.”

Something seems a bit iffy.
“Isn’t it a bit fucked up for you to be messing with people that young?”

She raises an eyebrow.
“What? Nah, fuck off. I’m basically their age, just because I got perspective doesn’t mean I’m suddenly in a different age group. Besides, you should see the age of some of the guys the girls hang out with, some fucker are downright balding. Usually the opposite with the guys, but hey, that’s where my youthful form shines.”
She preens under a nonexistent spotlight.

Something about that logic seems a bit shaky, but it’s a bit hard to argue that it’s more creepy than society standard. So you leave it be.

(2/3)

>>6339276
Hmm, anything else… Oh! You should probably mention the dream to Jacky. You think. Maybe?
Well, you are getting babysat, and apparently need to be so. But you’re not really sure how that will work with this.
Sugar is pulling strings to allow you to try new stuff out, and you’re pretty sure that will involve other magical girls, even if not necessarily in their fighting capacity. Dragging along any members of your team would probably be a waste of their time, and, if you’re behind honest, might make you approach things a bit differently then if they weren’t there… well, asking for advice doesn’t hurt.

“Sugar visited, the, you know. When I was asleep.”

Jacky perks up, or, at least as much as such an upbeat person can even perk up. Can’t really up the ante much higher.
“Nice!”
She opens her mouth but stops herself before continuing. Her eyes shine with curiosity.

She doesn’t push, and you see no reason to not continue. Though… some things you want to keep private, even if you do want a bit of a second opinion.
“She agreed to help me out, and that involves, you know, going around, and doing stuff, trying stuff.”

Jacky listens attentively, only nodding in silence.

So you get to the point where you figure might need advice.
“And that stuff will probably involved being around other, uh, Sisters. It probably isn’t a good idea to drag one of you guys around for that.”

Jacky sucks air through her teeth and nods deeply.
“Well, that *is* a bit of an problem…”
She gets up, and starts slowly pacing in the sand.

It takes a bit, so you take the chance to finish the soup. Good portion, you’re basically full.

After a few minutes, Jacky stops pacing and sits next to you. With a hushed whisper she begins.
“Alright, alright, well, I’m not gonna go against a Broker. Some things are real important, some things have real long impact, and I’m not making an innuendo for once. This seems to be one of those things, but we can’t throw the rules away either. We’re still responsible if you mess up. You don’t know the unspoken rules, and you don’t got the context for the spoken ones. But… I am willing to push you along a bit, it’s just… there is a reason things are the way they are. Are you willing to go for it?”

She doesn’t look very comfortable with the proposition, but it’s not like you see a better option. You really don’t see a better option.

So?
>Get the quick and dirty breakdown.
>(Write-in?)

(3/3)

>>6339277

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(Mechanics)
Full stomach after a pleasant meal.

The sun shine and the waves break. The joy they generate is yet to cease.

The nap and the meal helped, the alcohol has mostly settled.
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(QM Faggotry)
Well, slightly late. First, I want to clarify that the write-in is both for any alternatives for Sugar to try, and also for any specific questions regarding the rules. Jacky will try to give you a working minimum, but you sense that she’s hesitant to give much more unless you ask specific questions.
I hope the update isn’t too rough, I was burning some midnight oil to have it finished today.

(4/3) (4chan counts characters differently than my writing program, and I am retarded)

>>6339277
>Get the quick and dirty breakdown.
>>6339278
>(4/3) (4chan counts characters differently than my writing program, and I am retarded)
I'm curious now. what's the number for each one ?

>>6339277
>Get the quick and dirty breakdown.
oh jacky

>>6339277
>Get the quick and dirty breakdown.

Update tomorrow. Sorry for the delay.

I am very sorry for a delay, but I don't have everything done yet.
I got it planned out, but had to write down and clarify some of my inner thoughts.
The next update is gonna bring the quest over the 50k words threshold. A small worldbuilding explanation is certainly a fun way to do it. I hope it will be just as fun to read.

Again, I apologize for the delay.

>>6341171
waiting warmly

Another fucking delay, I'd kill myself if flaking wasn't even more shameful.
Normally, I would just burn midnight oil, but I got work very early morning.

I promise I'm writing, it's just a lot, there is a lot of rules, I am drawing on a lot of the stuff I wrote in my notes, with Jacky explaining what it actually means, and that means a ton of carefully phrased words.

Jacky is not looking inconspicuous, leaned up to you like that, but considering you’re both bikini clad on a sandy beach on a sunny day? Yeah it’s probably as secure as it can be.

Hell, trading secrets here might make it even more inconspicuous than elsewhere by mere factor of ‘Who in their right mind would trade secrets in a place like this?’

So you nod at Jacky.
“Yeah, alright, tell me.”

She shifts in place, getting comfortable while still remaining firmly in your personal space.
“Alright, I’ll tell you what I think you need to know. That might sound weird, but I don’t know everything, only what I myself need to know, you probably need to know even less right now.”

She clears her throat.
“There are set rules. Those were made by the Brokers. They’re the ones someone’s talking about when they mention Spoken Rules. They are pretty simple, but also pretty short. They don’t manage to cover all the situations a Magical Girl can get into. Here is where Unspoken Rules come in. They aren’t actual rules, partially because a Broker didn’t make them, but mostly because they go *against* the Broker rules. They exist only when necessary, and are made so Magical Girl can function. I heard some areas have different ones, but I’ve not traveled around much.”

She pauses for a second, considering.
“I…. it’s best to start with the Spoken Ones. They don’t really have an order, so I just start from somewhere.”

And so, begins the extended explanation.
“Ahem.
‘The Girl is mostly dedicated to her Magical Girl role, her personal life, while allowed to be present, does not overshadow her dedication to the service. She is expected to discard her personal life if necessary.’
This one is damn vital, we need to be dedicated to our role, it doesn’t talk about what that role is, but it makes the boundary between our life as a magical girl, and the rest, pretty damn clear. Now it might sound like it’s tell us that we can’t have any fun if we suck at our doing our thing, right? It’s the opposite, without this, there wouldn’t be an mention of being allowed to have anything else, this is what gives the chance to relax.

Next!
‘All Magical Girls hold the same rank within a team, and though a leader may be designated, this does not elevate them to a higher position.‘
Establishes teams, but again, it’s been used for other stuff too. It establishes equality between *all* magical girls. As there is no actual definition of a team, or really many restrictions. I know a girl that argued that all magical girls are in one team. In the past, I knew another, who argued it’s teams all the way down, that we got small teams, like me, you, Leader, and Shadow, that fall into bigger teams, like all the magical girls in this city. Point it is, all magical girls are equal, or, at least should be. This is especially reinforced by another rule.

(1/4)

>>6342001
‘If a measure of skill or power is to be distributed unevenly, those left weaker should be prioritized. In cases where there are multiple targets and power may not be efficiently split, those not chosen should be compensated by those chosen in an effort to equalize.’
Now, this is used after Barriers a lot. You usually got only one core, sometimes more, but basically always less than the amount of magical girls. Not like you can split a core. So the one who gets the most out of a core usually gets it, if it’s pretty equal, the weakest one gets it. Basically, everyone else gets something, the details of those splits are not really important. The point is, magical girls should be equal, and if they get something, it should make them more equal.

Next!
‘When operating as a magical girl, she should strive to fully coordinate with her team, both in and out of battle.’
This is the rule that sets out cooperation. We need to cooperate, not just be the same. The out of battle mention is also damn important. I already explained how some girls see ‘teams’. The way the rule is applied is that we shouldn’t act like assholes, and try to be reasonable, at least between ourselves.

Next!
‘When not dealing with threats, an Magical Girl should strive to improve her skills, so she may increase her strength and take on greater challenges.’
This sets out what a magical girl should do in her free time, when not fighting. Now thankfully, this also includes rest, though in a weird way. Basically, the logic is that if you’re having a mental breakdown, you can’t really fight well. So that mental breakdown is a ‘threat’ to you, and your duty, so by extension humanity. Oh, right, humanity, we’ll get to that later. But basically, if you’re feeling like shit, that’s a threat, so you can’t improve your skills until you deal with it.

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>>6342002
Let’s do double trouble next.
‘A Magical Girl should use her skills as best as she can to elevate her team.’
Plus!
‘The powers of a Magical Girl are a tool of cleansing, not personal profit.’
This is the core of the favor system we got. Combined with what came before. We can’t make an empire, we can’t make money. We can’t do anything that has, as a goal, personal profit. *Now* you might see why I’m so glad we are allowed to have a life outside of this. Because that means that while we can’t make profit, we can still enjoy ourselves. Oh, right, how the favors link to this. Well, we need to work together, a lot of this forces us to work together, but if we’re forbidden from getting profit, we need to trade in something else, and seeing as all girls are equal, we trade in favors, proportional favors. So if I do something real easy for me, I can only get something that’s real easy to do from another girl. And all this has to be wrapped in improving ourselves, or the team. We’re actively encouraged to do it… or, in some less charitable readings, we need to do it, but the girls I’ve see spout that never manage to really qualify what using skills ‘as best as you can’ means. At least not without breaking other rules. Oh, also, you can’t negate a favor with another favor, if you get a favor of the same quality from a girl you owe a favor to, you both have to pay each other off.

Next!
‘A Magical Girl should always strive to deal with the highest threat challenges she is prepared for, and only accept anything less if no other magical girl is available for the task.’
And!
‘A Magical Girl should never overestimate her skills to take on challenges beyond what she can handle. If a task is necessary to handle, she may coordinate with other teams.’
Another pair of rules. These ones try to get us to be as efficient as we can be. It’s mostly related to barriers, but like I said before, ‘threats’ can mean more things, so ‘challenges’ here also can mean stuff like training together. In a way, this means both that we should do everything as efficiently as possible, to challenge ourselves as much as we can, but to also never leave out any threats to fester. It’s neat, more stuff that is good to know for when you’re trying to decide what to do with some problems.

Next!
‘If a threat is acute, there are no other teams available, or the combined capability of the teams does not meet satisfactory levels, the Magical Girl is to engage in tactics meant to stall or delay the threat using all available means.’
This… this is a pretty big one, I’ve never seen it used to justify an action, from time to time, a girl, a group start using some real big words when talking about this, but eeh. Talking about it is a bad omen, if you try to think about it, you’ll end up in a real bad place, mentally, you know, so let’s stop.

(3/4)

>>6342005

Another one that I’ll go over real real quick.
‘A Magical Girl engages with Manifestation of Human suffering, if necessary, she may interact with other Supernatural Threats to humanity.’
Yep, other things exists, they sure do, remember the night we met? Don’t think about it too much, I will get my head bitten off if I tell you any more about it. BUT, also, the first part is really really important, it makes it clear what we’re mainly fighting, what it is, and that our goal is to deal with threats to humanity. Just uh, let’s move on real quick.

Right, some final basics
‘A Magical Girl should endeavor to keep her existence a secret from humanity.‘
Don’t tell the normals. But also don’t like, try to do you stuff in front of them if you can. Sure our magic kind of prevents people from remembering much, but a little secret that you need to know, it doesn’t work on everybody. Also, if you take a picture, or something, you can build up some resistance, in theory, but the magic does some weird shit where even those are destroyed on their own. Oh, also, yeah if you spook someone, or break a car, or get your arm torn off, the world doesn’t just magical reset itself after you leave. At least not quick enough for it to matter.”


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. . . . You feel like you got brain blasted.

Jacky has the gall to look innocently at you and ask.
“Got any questions?”

Fuckin…
“Just gimme a bit, let’s… let’s get some more food, soup is nice, but I want something solid.”

She nods.
“Yeah, I could get something to drink too, almost got a sore throat, which is a feat for me, let me tell you, and we’re not even at the unspoken rules.”

You regret asking.

Well, do you actually have any questions?
>Write-in? (Please do ask, this is not a taboo to talk about it too much per say, but from what you gather, it’s not something you talk about casually, so when it the topic, you should take advantage.)

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(Mechanics)

Your head hurts, you wish it was from the booze.

At least the waves are still soothing, the sun doesn’t help though.

Full stomach is still nice.

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(QM Faggory)
I hope it is clear why it took a while, and again, this is just the spoken rules. This is my first time writing a part like this, a infodump, I suppose it’s called. Hopefully it’s not incomprehensible babble. And again, do ask questions if you have any.

(4/4)

Oh, also, we have broken 50k words. Yippee!

I gotta dumb this down for myself .
>Magical Girl gotta be Magical Girl.
>Magical Girls are equal.
>If equal work done, weakest team member gets reward
>Magical Girls should cooperate
>Magical Girls with free time should maintain/train physical and mental stuff
>Magical Girls can't profit, no money or empire building. Gotta use an equal favor system.
>Choose challenges equal to skill, lesser choice only if there's no available for a challenge.
>Don't be arrogant.
>Guerrilla tactics allowed if threat hard enough.
>Magical girls should engage with humanity's sufferings, but other supernatural threats to humans can pop up.
>Don't tell normies
>>6342007
>Is this a work in progress? Are more added on or revised?

>>6342005
>‘If a threat is acute, there are no other teams available, or the combined capability of the teams does not meet satisfactory levels, the Magical Girl is to engage in tactics meant to stall or delay the threat using all available means.’
>This… this is a pretty big one, I’ve never seen it used to justify an action, from time to time, a girl, a group start using some real big words when talking about this, but eeh. Talking about it is a bad omen, if you try to think about it, you’ll end up in a real bad place, mentally, you know, so let’s stop.
basically the "no hold barred" thing
>>6342007
>speaking of that night, why no magical girl came in time to help me ?