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# Puella Magi Adfligo Systema

- Thread starter Firnagzen
- Start date May 19, 2014
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    bad decisions dating mami tomoe diabolical laughter friendship is the best ship handholding identity crises microwaving tea gets you put in the bad place names are important puella magi adfligo systema puella magi madoka magica the body is the fursona of the soul this is not the baked goods thread we don't talk about rionna what could possibly go wrong? who in the world is azure sanfrancisco?

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#### Firnagzen

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- Jul 29, 2014

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"Not enough of a reason, then?" you ask idly. You'd shrug, but you need to keep your hands steady for the healing process. "Alright, then, how's this for some reasons? First of all, it would help to foster trust. We'd all be more effective if everyone could work together without friction. Can you deny that the three of us -you, me, and Mami- work together very well?"
Homura shakes her head reluctantly.
"Mmm. Mami sees you as an ally, now, at least, but small talk, favourite foods, that kind of thing... lets her see you as a person," you explain. "Which ties into my second point. Madoka would be happier, if you could socialize a little more. She cares for you, you know?"
"Her safety is more important," Homura bites out. "And Mami is-"
"Yes, Mami is the magical girl cheerleader," you interrupt her. "Or is she? Has she done that, within the last two days?"
"No," Homura admits reluctantly.
"Not to put too fine a point on it, she has us, now, as sisters in arms, so she's already doing better," you point out. "And if you can be a friend, or at least a person to her, then so much the better. Now, regarding your other point. Are you honestly telling me that it wouldn't be easier to protect her if you didn't have to stalk her from a distance? Really?"
"Being closer to her means that she knows more about magical girls," Homura bites out.
"And that-" you break off your first point, and frown. It's all very well to say that she'd know more about the horrors of being a magical girl, but with Mami and you around, it'd be both inadvisable and difficult to sell that particular point. Between the three of you, you probably make it look downright glamorous. "If you were closer to them, you could convince Madoka that we have this well in hand, and that she doesn't need to make a contract. I'd help, of course."
You shake your head. "Look. In the end... Protecting Madoka is a full time job, I get that. It doesn't mean you don't deserve a little happiness here and there, you know. Just... think about it, Homura. It does you no harm to be a little sociable."
A long silence, and you study Homura. She's looking away, unwilling to meet your eyes, and... a flash of distant pain in her eyes.
You sigh, and continue with the healing process. Looks like it's going to be a long, boring process.
"I've tried that before." Homura's voice is quiet, and almost inaudible. "You should know this. I ha- I won't-" she breaks off.
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On a completely unrelated note, I have found a new picture.
Still no Gendo Oriko.
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#### Firnagzen

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- Jul 30, 2014

- #4,420

You sigh, and rock back on your heels, releasing the healing light. You gesture for Homura to do the same. It's not like taking a few minutes off from what looks to be an hours-long process will hurt much.
Homura sighs, and similarly sits back.
"Look, Homura," you say gently. "You know Madoka better than I do. Why does she contract?"
The silence grows, as Homura refuses to meet your eyes still. "Madoka contracts because she cares. She cares for everyone she knows, including you. She can see you suffering too, you know, and she wants to help. So let her! Let her care, let her help without having to contract. You know her."
Homura breaks the stony silence she's lapsed into. "It's better if she sta-"
Your eyebrows shoot up, and you give her an incredulous look. "Is it? Is it really? You can honestly tell me that you can convince Madoka that magical girls aren't human? And you think that that would be better for her?" you interrupt her. "You should know by now that Madoka will see right through that, and she'll dig and dig and not give up until she finds the glimmering person underneath."
"We aren't human!" Homura snaps vehemently. "We- I- we are magical girls." Her pronouncement rings with conviction, with grim finality, turning what would be a rather silly statement into a statement of fatalistic acceptance. "We fight and we kill for our Wishes. I-" she makes a convulsive jerking motion at Oriko's corpse, taking a shuddering breath.
"I don't deserve it. Madoka doesn't deser- I just want her to be safe," Homura whispers.
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#### Firnagzen

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- Jul 31, 2014

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"Heh. If you weren't human, Homura, you wouldn't feel so strongly," you snort at the time traveller. "I mean really, why would a 'monster'-" you make the requisite air quotes "-care? And you care, Homura, not just because 'you are fighting for your Wish', but because you care about Madoka, not some nebulous ideal."
"And more importantly!" you raise your voice as she's about to comment. "Madoka sees you as a person. She'd say that you deserve better, and nothing you will ever do will convince her otherwise. I dare you to tell me I'm wrong," you grin at the time traveller.
Violet eyes blink up at you.
You'll take the silence as agreement, or at least, not disagreement.
"And you know what? She'd be perfectly right," you say, hopping to your feet and walking over to Homura. "Oh, I know you've fought and killed, and I know a lot of it... Why, oh why do you think you don't deserve better? Wishes don't change you. What you had to do, the fighting... No. You are still you, Akemi Homura. What can change the nature of a person, after all? Not an alien, not a Soul Gem, not a Wish. No."
You smile at her, still staring up at you. "So yes, Homura. You absolutely are human. In my eyes, in Madoka's eyes. And you do deserve better. Nothing you've done, or been through, means that you don't deserve to be happy, or-" your speech hitches a moment. Dare you, dare you not? "-be with Madoka. And there, we -and I do mean we, Homura- can find a way to keep her from contracting."
A sharp intake of breath from Homura, and her eyes widen a little. A hit, then, some reaction, at least.
You hold out your hand to her with a smile, echoing your earlier motion. "I meant what I said earlier, and I mean what I say now. I wouldn't say it if I didn't believe. You've trusted me this far. Will you trust me again, Homura?"
A long silence as the two of you maintain the tableau - you, standing in front of her, holding out your hand, Homura, still crouching. Around your feet, Oriko's blood has pooled and coagulated into a gummy, dark layer you're glad you can't really smell, thanks to the timestop.
She shies back from your hand, swaying back in place while watching you warily, and you frown. She can't be that resistant to the idea, can she?
Then again. You are fighting against the accumulated trauma of years of crushing horror that would have probably ground lesser people into fine powder.
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Writing conversations where one character is virtually silent is... interesting.
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#### Firnagzen

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- Aug 2, 2014

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You lower your hand, and instead drop to a crouch in front of Homura. You make sure she's looking at you, and you smile at her. "Look... Homura. You're stubborn, but so am I." A flash of... something, in Homura's eyes, a tightening of her lips, there and gone again. "It's only been a few days, and hey, can you say things aren't looking up already? And there's quite a while left until Walpurgisnacht arrives."
"Magical girls can do more than just survive and kill. I've seen it... no. I know it. Oriko sees things. I? I know it is so," you say with conviction. "There is hope for something more. Something better. And I'll keep fighting until you can see it too. Magical girls fight for their Wishes, right?"
A slight flinch with that reminder.
You raise your eyebrows. "My Wish was to control the grief of magical girls and Witches alike. I see no reason my Wish shouldn't apply to mundane grief. Maybe in a less literal sense, but nevertheless."
"Just you wait, Homura," you say with a grin tugging at your lips, which are, by now, somewhat dry. "I'll make a believer out of you, too. Maybe not immediately. Not today. But someday, no matter how long it takes."
Homura looks at you for a long ten seconds, before blinking and looking down. Her hands move in slow, familiar motions, reaching behind her shield, and she withdraws a bottle of water, wordlessly holding it out to you.
... huh. You look down at the bottle, and then back at Homura. Accepting the bottle, you crack the seal and raise it in salute to her, taking a long, welcome, drink.
"Thanks, Homura," you say, rising to your feet again.
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What tangled webs we weave.
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#### Firnagzen

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- Aug 4, 2014

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"Anyway. Shall we get back to work?" you ask, gesturing at Oriko's body.
Homura shrugs, shoulders rising and falling minutely. She reaches out, though, and begins to apply the healing glow of her magic to Oriko again.
As before, the healing is fascinating, if gory, to watch, but the novelty wears off quickly, and you begin looking around, and - huh. You look down again as you pass you sweep your hand back across. It's unsurprising, you suppose, but it looks like the bullet also shattered Oriko's left clavicle, somewhere along the way. Then again, collarbones aren't critical, so you leave it aside for now.
A fragment of stone, sticky with blood, worms its way out of the wound and falls to the ground. The expected ping of stone on tarmac doesn't come, though, as the stone freezes, claimed by the timestop.
The silence is annoying. Not exactly unnerving, but just... annoying. Eventually, an idea occurs to you, spawned of the thwarted stone. Maintaining the majority of your focus on the healing, you tilt your head minutely, and waft a few of your Grief marbles out of your bag. The remaining marbles clack as they slide against each other, and you smile.
The marbles drift into the air, impelled by your will to float into a neat little circle. You knock two marbles together. Click. Homura glances up sharply at the two marbles, and then frowns at you when she recognizes them.
Hmm. You commit a little more thought to it, letting your hands move on instinct. Your will focuses down on the marbles, pushing on them, until they change to your satisfaction. Still made of Grief, still the same deep purple that's almost black, still the same dull throb in your other senses... but definably different, now.
You knock them together again. Ting.
And you grin. One marble stretches, flowing like a liquid into a thin wire in midair. And you tug at its center, plucking it. A single note, pure and flawless, rings out.
Well, mostly flawless.
It's a single harmonic, certainly, but not of any particular note. But that you can fix.
A little tweaking of the tension, of the density, a twist of your will...
A pure C note.
And you can work with that.
While a lazy smiles curls across your face and your hands continue to play across Oriko's broken neck on autopilot, the Grief marbles you have mutate and blossom into an array of strings stretched across the air. A resonant soundboard to get the sound just so is a little trickier. Secondary harmonics take a little more tweaking.
Scales come easily.
Melody and chords come a little harder, but the strings dance to your will.
With the movie you'd watched barely hours before still fresh, a particular song comes to mind.
"What are you doing?" Homura asks, finally.
"Making some music?" you shrug. "I can stop it if it bothers you."
"... No. It's fine," Homura replies.
"Well. I'm taking requests, then," you say.
Homura doesn't respond to that, so you begin mentally wandering along genres of songs, letting the music burn away the time as you heal. You notice that when she thinks you're not looking at her, Homura bobs her head along with some of it.
It's nearly three hours, and several cleanses later, before you're certain that Oriko's head isn't going to fall off if she shakes her head too hard, and that her spinal cord is reconnected.
By this point, however, she is looking distinctly pale - rather literally exsanguinated. A good deal of blood is pooled on the floor, and congealed into an unpleasant, tacky layer, and her formerly white costume is covered in ugly brown crusts of dried blood. Her non-critical wounds are still unhealed - bullet wounds and broken bones alike.
"OK," you say, letting your last song die away. "How do we do this last bit, Homura? Heart, and brain?"
"Restarting the heart is... simple," Homura says, grimacing and eyes going distant for a moment. She moves a hand, glowing with magic, over Orikos heart, and simply thumps her hand on the seer's chest. The effect isn't exactly dramatic, but the sluggish trickle of blood from her wounds seems indication enough.
"Huh," you say, looking at that. Despite having seen Homura do it, you're not sure how she did it, exactly. Perhaps it's something she learned along the way? "And her brain?"
Homura shrugs. "I am not absolutely sure. I've only seen Miki Sayaka do it." She doesn't look terribly bothered by this.
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Three hundred ninety seven grief marbles, eight in your pocket, seventeen scattered over the ground, sixteen in your impromptu musical instrument.
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#### Firnagzen

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- Aug 5, 2014

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"Alright, then," you say. "We'll try this together?"
Homura shrugs indifferently, but silently reaches out with a hand glowing with magic, as do you.
Your magic sinks in, past blood-matted hair and skin and bone. You brush against what you know to be Homura's magic, cool and old and somehow cyclic. You briefly wonder what your magic feels like, to her.
In your other sight, Oriko's body is empty. It lacks the sullen, crackling storm of magic you've learned to associate with puella magi bodies - there is no animation. Even her Soul Gem seems quiescent, somehow curled in on itself in a way that makes your eyes water to look at too closely.
There is a shape, though, a shadow of how things should be.
You metaphorically stare at it, feeling, at the same time, Homura probe around it.
And then you see it - a tiny, nearly imperceptible flicker of magic. Just as quickly as you see it, it's gone again.
"Huh," you say out loud. Homura glances at you, brow crinkled in a frown. "Thought I saw something," you answer her unspoken question, gesturing at Oriko's body.
The time traveller shrugs, and returns her attention to the task. You focus on where you'd seen the spark.
Nothing, for a minute, and you begin to think that that had been wishful thinking.
... and then, there it is again, a pitifully weak crackle of magic. It fades away again, even as you jerk upright in surprise.
"There's something there," you tell Homura. "A... I'm not sure how to describe it. A little bit of magic, pulsing on and off."
"A heartbeat?" Homura suggests.
"Maybe? It's very slow," you say.
Homura shrugs. "Speaking of heartbeats, hers is almost stopping again."
You lay a finger against Oriko's deathly cold neck, feeling for her pulse. It's slow, and weakening again - at a guess, magic powered or not, hearts aren't supposed to work with what you'd guess is about half the body's blood outside the system, and nor is Oriko actually breathing, since her brain isn't even working.
None of these are actually necessary to keeping a puella magi alive, you figure, what with the Soul Gem and all, but you suspect it would contribute to how
Another gleam of magic, guttering away into oblivion, and you frown. It's getting weaker, fading faster.
You think you could simply brute force that faint flicker back to full power.
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I'll note you still have your impromptu musical instruments around, if you want to provide musical accompaniment.
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#### Firnagzen

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- Aug 5, 2014

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"I think we might have to do a better fix," you say.
"Tch." Homura vocalizes a little grunt of annoyance. Her patience is wearing thin, you suppose, and you hastily add, "Just a patch job."
"Fine," Homura says, hand lighting up with her magic again.
It takes you another hour or so, more cleansing, and a little more music to skin over the worst of the bullet holes and breaks in Oriko's skin - if she were still human, internal hemorrhages would be a major issue. But she's not, and you can't really say that her discomfort brings you much displeasure. Her arms, you leave alone apart from skinning it over.
As you heal, you pay attention to the guttering spark of magic centered in Oriko, still strobing with excruciating slowness. It flickers a little more strongly as you heal her body, until-
The spark suddenly ignites into a conflagration, the maelstrom you expect of an active magical girl. You sit back, and glance at Homura. "We're done."
She nods, and similarly rocks back on her heels, primly looking around for a spot that's free of the tacky pool of blood before finally settling on a piece of rubble. She reaches behind her shield to pull out a pistol, and snags Oriko's Soul Gem with her free hand. She also pulls out a reel of thread, and tosses it to you.
"Thanks," you say, absently cleaning both your gems as you loop the thread around the seer's foot, and holding on to the other end. Easy enough to break a thread, after all.
... why does Homura even have thread in her shield?
You sit back, crossing your legs, and look at Oriko. She's now breathing shallowly, with her eyes still closed. "Welcome back to the land of the living, Oriko. If you tell us what we want to know, you might even get to stay here."
No response.
"Really? You're just going to stonewall?" you snap at the seer.
Still no response.
"She's unconscious," Homura says. There's a little twitch at the corner of her mouth, what might be an amused smirk panicking at finding itself lost in foreign territory.
... oops.
You are most certainly not blushing. Nope. Not at all.
Homura leans forward, one finger glowing with magic, and raps Oriko firmly on the middle of her forehead with it.
Sea green eyes startle open, and Oriko draws in a sharp breath.
As Homura returns to her seated position, still holding the pistol and Soul Gem in clear threat, you lean forward, propping your elbows on your knees and tenting your fingers in front of your face.
"Welcome back to the land of the living, Mikuni Oriko. Answer our questions, and you may even get to stay here," you intone. "I trust you understand your situation. 'Better than I do', even," you add, throwing her own words back in her face.
Oriko stares blankly up at the sky, making no move to get up. "... hello, Sabrina, Akemi Homura," she sighs at length. "It's so cold," she adds in a quiet whisper. That's probably the lack of blood talking, not that you can work up any sympathy for her.
"So tell me, Oriko, what about all of this was so necessary? You know, you nearly killed Sayaka, her family, and the entire building. Those aren't the actions of a sane person. Tell me, what justifies it?" you spit at her.
"You should ask her whether her door was open or shut before she went to sleep," the seer says. "This is necessary for what is to come."
That's not an answer. You know it, she knows it, and she knows that you know it.
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Go wild.
Four hundred thirty five grief marbles, eight in your pocket, seventeen scattered over the ground, sixteen in your impromptu musical instruments.
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#### Firnagzen

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- Aug 7, 2014

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A grimace flits across your face. Is she really going to keep giving you the runaround? Here, and now?
Well.
You'll bring out the big guns, as it were.
You force a chuckle. "OK, then. Speaking of things necessary... Kirika. You know what her Wish did to her, don't you? You let her contract for your sake. So tell me. What do you think is going to happen to her because of what you did, hmm?"
Moving very slowly, Oriko levers herself to a seated position, drawing her knees to her chest and hugging her legs to herself. With Homura's white-knuckled grip on the pistol, you feel secure enough that you don't stop Oriko.
"Was that supposed to be a surprise?" Oriko asks. "I know what she did for me. She wasn't happy - she couldn't be happy as she was, or she couldn't have made her Wish." The seer meets your gaze. "I love her no less for it."
"She's unstable," you snap.
"She's quirky," Oriko counters, raising an eyebrow at you. "Wishes do what you want them to."
"Are you serious?" You stare at her.
"Perfectly," she says.
You're silent for a moment. "You never answered my question about Sayaka."
"I don't want her dead," the seer replies.
"You're still not answering my questions," you say pleasantly, keeping a tight rein on your temper. "Enough with the games. It's over, unless you still want to play games with your life and Kirika's on the line. What scared you so badly? I don't want to kill you. But if that's what it takes to stop you? I will, Oriko."
"I will not live to see Walpurgisnacht, one way or another," Oriko observes matter of factly. "I do not think that you will be the one to kill me, but I could be wrong."
A frown crosses your face. Does nothing faze her?
"And Kirika?" Homura asks, voice as cold as a grave in winter.
That gets a reaction, the tiniest flinch.
You capitalize on that. "I know you want to save the world. Have you ever considered that your ways of doing it are wrong? You don't need this... thisness!" You wave your hand, a single encompassing gesture. "You can't win alone, you know. Or you know what? Maybe you can! Maybe you win this one. Then what, Oriko? You said it yourself - you're not long for this world. You die. Kirika dies, or better yet. She Witches out! The system remains. Kyuubey remains. Witches remain. What the hell next, Oriko?"
"I leave my legacy," she says simply. "I will leave behind me a world that is not bettered, but will be better." Her eyes go wide for a moment, and she sucks in a sharp breath.
"Legacies?" you snap. "What would your father say, if he knew what his daughter was doing? You're not saving the world. You're not even living up to your father's legacy. You're just another delusional magical girl, blindly following. You made a Wish to know the meaning of your life, and you blindly follow." You pause, and take a sip of water from the bottle Homura passed to you earlier. "Have you ever considered that you might be wrong? That your powers might be flawed, seeing as it led you here?"
"This isn't ideal," she admits, frowning a little. "You know, there are things I would rather talk to you privately about," Oriko observes off handedly, as if she's making a great concession.
You laugh. "You want to bargain, Oriko? Here, and now?" You sweep your eyes over her battered, blood stained form, and then look at Homura, still tightly gripping the seer's Soul Gem. Violet eyes meet yours, gaze steely.
"There is one thing I could do, here and now, to tear down everything," Oriko informs you, leaning forward slightly, sea green eyes boring into your blue ones. "I have not done it. There are other things I would rather not say, here."
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A few answers.
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#### Firnagzen

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- Aug 8, 2014

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"And if we don't talk about it here and now, the Incubator will hear everything you have to say. Are you willing to take that chance?" you ask.
Oriko shrugs fractionally. "A fair point," she concedes.
You grind your teeth in irritation. She still isn't answering! Fine. Round three, then. "You know, I wonder why you say there's no chance you'd live to see Walpurgisnight? Honestly, we might not have found you two here, tonight. Or, you know, we could just take your Soul Gems with us. You'll live. Sort of. Or... you and Kirika could have just left. So why is there no chance?"
Oriko's nodding along with your statements. "We could," she says. "But we won't."
"Bullshit, Oriko," you snarl at her. "What, are you saying there's no free will?"
"Oh, there is," she acknowledges. "But some choices simply aren't."
Ugh.
"Are we that different?" the seer asks. "Would you not throw yourself in front of a Witch, or worse, to save someone?"
You snort. "I'd be surprised you would," you rebut. "Your actions to date..."
A shrug. "Necessary."
"For what, Oriko?" you snarl, leaning forward. "My patience is running out."
"As I said, I would be willing to tell you," Oriko says.
You rub your face in frustration. Briefly, you contemplate stealing her hat - if nothing else, to get a reaction out of her. You discard the thought, though. "How about a show of good faith? What have you and Kirika been doing after you contracted?" you frown at the seer. "You hired someone. Who and why? Where have you been going?"
She laughs. Demurely, with one hand covering her mouth, and it turns into a harsh, racking cough a moment later -that one bullet hole through her lung, you figure-, but she laughs. "I lied."
"You what," you say blankly.
"I wanted you in Kasamino," Oriko says. "So I lied. Or, rather, I asked Kirika to lie to you. Then we went on a date, and after that, bought some fertilizer."
Your hands clench into fists. You were thoroughly played, it seems.
"I have a suggestion," Oriko announces blandly, eyes sliding aside to glance at the time traveller. "You should ask Akemi Homura how the last time loop went, though you should probably be careful about it."
In the timestop, without other noise, you can hear metal creak as Homura's hand tightens on the pistol grip, now pointing directly at Oriko's Soul Gem. Violet eyes set between furrowed brows and a fierce scowl meet yours, a silent question handing in the air.
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Yep. She lied. Mind you, she's actually showing some of her cards here.
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#### Firnagzen

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- Aug 8, 2014

- #5,108

"Homura, no," you say. "She's baiting you. I don't know why, but she wants you to shoot her." Homura relaxes her grip, removing her finger from the trigger and laying it flat alongside the trigger guard.
"I'm not," Oriko denies. "I've seen the result of not asking."
You growl under your breath. You are getting sick and tired of her smug attitude. "Hmm. I don't know how you know about the loops, but let's talk about a different one first, shall we?" you ask, fighting to keep an even tone and leaning forward. This time, you hold Oriko's gaze with your own, staring her down.
"A loop where everyone met your dear friend Margot because you thought it'd be a brilliant idea to make Kirika your own personal killer, and didn't even notice what it did to her head," you smile mirthlessly. A tiny flinch from Oriko, again, a small twitch of her arm, still wrapped tightly around her knees. You'll take that as a victory.
"A loop where you got yourself killed for no reason, hurt Mami, Homura-" you can see the time traveller tense a little, out of the corner of your eye, and you hurry on "-and everyone else, committed mass murder... for... what? Here we are- not then and there. And the way I see it? You're heading down the same path, and making the same mistakes."
"I-" Oriko licks her cracked lips, a flash of pink on her suddenly pale face. "Who's Margot?"
"Who do you think?" you retort. "Kirika's Witch."
"Ah."
You raise your eyebrows at her. "Oh, that's rich. You care about that? After going all," you force a nasal tone, and continue, "'Oh, I'm going to die a noble death and I don't care', and that upsets you? You never considered what would happen to her?"
Oriko swallows. "I did."
"And you found that acceptable?" you ask.
Silence.
"Well then, I guess I'm done talking about another time and another place," you say. "You want to talk?" You glance at Homura. "Homura, could I have Oriko's Soul Gem? And the pistol? Could you pull back a bit, and bring out a sniper rifle?"
"You believe her?" she asks, expression hardening.
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An interesting revelation or two, perhaps.
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