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aegirine-purple · 9 months

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I am deadset on finishing my long(ish) fic for Town of Salem. I need to finish it, I have so many WIPs in the graveyard already lol. That being said, the plot bunnies are hitting hard and I spat out the beginnings of a crackfic while getting stuck on dialogue. I refuse to post this on ao3 and make it yet another WIP that I will see sitting on my account so I shall put it here and free myself from this curse

"You’re joking," the Vampire Hunter said. "You’re all— this is some kind of elaborate prank or something. You can’t possibly look at him and tell me he’s not a vamp!"

The Doctor blinked at the Vampire Hunter, then at the supposed Bodyguard. It was clear that the Vampire Hunter was no more believed than before.

"He's as confirmed as one can get," she said, kind but firm. "He protected the Mayor, remember? I had to rescue him the other night from drowning in a pool of his own blood after taking down that Serial Killer. He's sick, not undead. Lay off the poor man."

The Bodyguard in question was buried beneath several layers of jackets, face obscured by a scarf. "I’m fine," he said, voice dampened by the fabric. He shivered.

"You are wearing a parka in the middle of summer," the Vampire Hunter said flatly. "You look like a walking corpse. For god’s sake, your eyes are red."

"I've had worse," the Bodyguard insisted stubbornly. The Doctor patted his back.

"Sleep early," she said crisply. "Don’t forget to drink plenty of water."

The Bodyguard nodded, rubbing at his temples. "Yeah. Yeah, I’ll be sure to do that," he said. "I’ll be up and ready tomorrow, I swear."

He sounded so earnest that the Vampire Hunter almost questioned for a moment if the ‘Bodyguard’ was truly unaware of his condition; but surely not. There was no way a newly converted vampire could miss such a life-changing event, right?

Right.

This particular vampire was a talented liar for the Vampire Hunter to even entertain the possibility— not that it mattered. The Vampire Hunter would stake him tonight, regardless of any pretty words.

It was just frustrating that nobody else believed him.

"You cannot be serious," the Vampire Hunter said, and he wasn’t sure if he was talking to the Doctor, the Bodyguard, or the rest of the townspeople in the square. All of them, probably. "I stake vampires for a living. I know what a vampire looks like when I see one. It’s my job."

The Doctor sighed.

"It's just the flu," the Bodyguard said, muffled beneath the mass of coats. "I'll get over it."

The Vampire Hunter threw his hands into the air. "You're literally undead!"

"I'll get over it!"

"How do you get over being undead?!" the Vampire Hunter said exasperatedly, and turned towards the rest of the townspeople. "Look, we have vampires. You all know it, because a Framer died to one at the beginning of the week and I staked another in the heart last night. So believe me when I say that this man—" he pointed towards the human coat-rack that was the Bodyguard— "has been bitten!"

There was a brief silence.

The Bodyguard sneezed.

The Lookout came forward and clapped the Bodyguard on the shoulder. "Get better soon," he said, heartfelt. A chorus of well-wishes followed.

The Vampire Hunter slapped a hand over his eyes.

Then Town lynched the Retributionist, because they could, and everyone went home for the night.

(Yes, the BG is that stupid, he fell asleep and missed out on his own conversion.)

#town of salem #fanfic

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baby-chirp · 1 year

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TF2, Shining Nikki, Love Nikki, and Town of Salem Characters In Brawl Stars

I have recently got into Brawl Stars in the past two weeks so I was wondering what types of Brawlers the characters of TF2, Shining Nikki, Love Nikki, and Town of Salem would be, because I am going to be as autistic as fuck about my special interests and hyperfixations as possible.

I am gonna color code this for each fandom to make things easier for you to read by the way:

Team Fortress 2

Shining Nikki

Love Nikki

Town of Salem

Artillery

Soldier

Demoman

Merasmus

Marina

Dodora

Yueniang

Bobo

Potion Master

Hex Master

Arsonist

Assassin

Scout

Spy

Qin Yi

Vulture

Nightbane

Goddess of Desire

Joy

Lunar

Neva

Reid

Zhu Yuxian

Sofia

Hiber

Investigator

Tracker

Spy

Ambusher

Framer

Consigliere

Poisoner

Serial Killer

Amnesiac

Controller

Engineer

Aeon

Yexiao

Lolory

Hestia

Helz

Leonid

Kimi

Ming Shuiyuan

Queen Elle

Plaguebearer

Medium

Trapper

Psychic

Forger

Janitor

Survivor

Damage Dealer

Pyro

Ms. Pauling

Loen

Yeeso

Shawn

Royce

Ace

Mela

Ransa

Louie

Ozeca

Sheriff

Escort

Retributionist

Consort

Coven Leader

Necromancer

Witch

Jester

Pirate

Vampire

Marksman

Sniper

Mercury

Corleone

Yisu

Shade

Orlando

Joe Brownie

Vigilante

Jailor

Vampire Hunter

Godfather

Mafioso

Support

Medic

Nikki

Lilith

Ashley

Ophelia

Modric

Wenren Dian

Gray Raven

Bai Yongxi

Yvette

Doctor

Transporter

Mayor

Hypnotist

Disguiser

Blackmailer

Guardian Angel

Tank

Heavy

Zhanna

Saxton Hale

Cheavy/Classic Heavy

Momo

Zoey

Caprico

Nidhogg

Yue Qiangshuang

Agata

Bodyguard

Veteran

Medusa

Juggernaut

Werewolf

Executioner

Feel free to discuss how I typed any of the characters as Brawlers by the way.

#brawl stars #team fortress 2 #shining nikki #love nikki #town of salem #my headcanons #putting some of my special interests and hyperfixations together in one headcanon post because why the fuck not #crossover headcanons #i tried to include as many characters that i remembered off the top of my head as possible

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tf2-headcanon-quotes-confesions · 1 year

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Town of Salem AU

Engineer - Veteran

Heavy - Guardian Angel

Scout - Jester

Demo - Werewolf

Pyro - Arsonist (of course)

Spy - Disguiser

Sniper - Vigilante or Mafioso

Medic - Potions Master (or retributionist)

#tf2 #au #town of salem

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syxnewt · 1 year

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Hey! Are you a Bloxston Mystery player looking to get into Town of Salem? Here are some tips, since the games do differ a lot!

Claim Jailor day one for protection. If bg and doc are on you, you WILL be protected. If you don’t claim, you leave yourself vulnerable

Executioner can only target townies (not counting jailor or mayor), so you are better off not claiming that role or else town might see you as a threat

By the way, executive is called mayor in this game. Same exact role otherwise

There’s no real difference between visiting someone and being at home. By that I mean if you get targeted by, say, mafioso, even if you’re doctor on jailor, the mafioso will still shoot you.

Medium can see everyone’s names.

After medium dies, they can seance living players to give information

Executioner and jester are called neutral evil rather than neutral benign

Witch is a neutral evil role

Jester and Executioner don’t appear suspicious

Executioner becomes jester if target dies at night/leaves, and they can’t win if they die

Distractor is called escort here, and there is a mafia equivalent called consort

There are lots of roles in ToS that don’t exist in Bloxston Mystery, such as transporter or disguiser. If you ever get confused, either ask someone about the role or look it up on the wiki

Vigilante can only use gun three times

Retributionist can use ability as many times as they want, but you can only revive a corpse once

Sometimes consigliere is inaccurate. Like it’ll say “your target takes people and transports them to a different location. Must be a jailor!” But then your target ends up being transporter.

There’s a filter that changes swears into silly things, like fuck is tarnation. You can change this in the chat settings (might be obvious to some but i did not know this straight up)

This is all off the top of my head so if you have any further questions feel free to ask! I’m no expert whatsoever but a few of these things confused me when I started playing and I’d hate for anyone else to feel confused as well :)

#bloxston mystery #town of salem #roblox #bloxton mystery #i doubt my target audience will see this but on the off chance one does #this could be a help :)

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ayzrules · 2 years

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31 days of witches 2k22 — day iv, the retributionist

“...there are people at large who need to be chained to hell.”

the retributionist, as written by slaughter and prophecy: half-angel, half-death, one hand for justice, the other for law. if summoned, he may leave you:

a wine goblet, empty, stained in red.

30 ml of salt-veined earth — enough to fill an empty eye socket.

a set of blond eyelashes, fine like gossamer-silk, perfectly preserved — as if they were plucked while the victim slept.

a silver-bladed dagger, dangling from the end of the chain; the famed sword of law, if you believe the legends. it is said that the dagger is only as sharp as the strength of the bearer’s will. the chain fits perfectly around your pinky finger — you don’t know what it means.

“...harvest barren, wine spilled, lovers slumber beside bloody scarlet eyes...”

[witchy] hxhtober 2k22, xi — prophecy / fortune

#hxhtober 2022 #hunter x hunter #hxh #kurapika kurta #kurapika #moodboard #my art #31 days of witches 2022 #31 days of witches

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gonergoat · 2 months

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✿ " ToS 2 ; incorrect quotes ed. ! "

this is just my collection of incorrect quotes i made for roles in the game ! [ i might do modded later . ] don't ask me why , i just wanted to make this . click on " keep reading " if you want to see .

Jailor , standing right above prisoner and sharpening their sword : We've got ways of making people talk . Jailor proceeds to cut piece of cake . Prisoner : . . . Can I have some ? Jailor : Cake is for talkers .

Admirer : You have to apologize to them , my dove . Coroner : Fine ! But I must warn you that this might make me a better , nicer person and that is NOT the person you fell in love with !

Veteran at party , holding an antique bottle : Is this whiskey or perfume ? Tavern Keeper grabs and chugs the entire bottle . Tavern Keeper : Tavern Keeper : It's perfume .

Amnesiac : There is no " i " in " happyness " . . . Ritualist : There is if you fucking spell it right .

Dreamweaver is hugging Enchanter . Jinx : Hey ! It's my turn to hug them ! Jinx grabs Enchanter . Conjurer , knocking down the door : What do you mean , " yOuR tUrN " ? We agreed now is my time slot ! Dreamweaver : No , It's still my turn ! Enchanter , suffocating : Guys , I love you , but just because I'm the smallest doesn't mean you can be hugging me constantly ! Jinx : But we need the moral support ! Dreamweaver : And you're small ! Which is cute ! Conjurer : If I don't hug you right now I think the depression will kick in and my body will stop functioning . Enchanter , close to tears : Well — I , I guess .

Investigator : Hey bud , I’ve got an idea for how to solve this . Veteran , pulling out a shotgun : Yeah ? Investigator : Wh — No ! That’s not the idea , pal !

Admirer is crying after a breakup . Tracker : There there , lovebird . Admirer , still crying : Thanks , but how did you get into my room ? Tracker : Great question —

Spy is telling a story . Admirer : Wow , darling , this story has everything ! Action ! Adventure ! Romance ! Retributionist : Romance ? Admirer : I have a crush on them .

Jester : God has let me live another day and I'm going to make it everyone's problem .

Trapper : You’re my best friend , I would do anything for you . Seer : I want you to eat 3 meals a day and have a decent sleep schedule . Trapper : Absolutely not .

Trapper : Where is everyone ? Coroner : Seer had a nervous collapse , Admirer is looking after them , Trickster is trying to kill Vigilante , so I’m in charge . Trapper : Oh my god ! Coroner : I know , right ?

[ dividers by cafekitsune ! ]

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teamstormbow · 1 year

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This is an ✨Italian post✨ for all the bilingual Italians who play modded Among Us. I’m thinking of translating the roles, but I’m having a bit of trouble with some of them and would like a second (or third, or fourth) opinion. This is what I have so far: Altruist: Altruista Amnesiac: Amnesiaco/a Arsonist: Incendiario/a Assassin: Assassino/a Bait: Esca Blackmailer: Ricattatore/trice Bomber: Bombarolo/a Bounty Hunter: Cacciatore/trice di Taglie Child: Bambino/a Deputy: Vice Detective: Detective Doctor: Dottore/essa Engineer: Ingegnere/a Escapist: Evasore/a Executioner: Boia Godfather: Padrino Grenadier: Granatiere/a Guardian Angel: Angelo Custode Haunter: Persecutore/trice Imitator: Imitatore/trice Investigator: Investigatore/trice Lawyer: Avvocato/a Lovers: Amanti Jackal: Sciacallo/a Janitor: Netturbino/a Jester: Giullare Mafioso: Mafioso/a Mayor: Sindaco/a Medic: Medico Medium: Veggente Miner: Minatore/trice Morphling: Metamorfe Necromancer: Negromante Pestilence: Pestilenza Phantom: Spettro Plaguebearer: Untore/trice Poisoner: Avvelenatore/trice Seer: Augure Sheriff: Sceriffo/a Sidekick: Tirapiedi Snitch: Spia/Spiffero Spy: Talpa (depends on the mod; otherwise, this is also ‘Spia’) Survivor: Superstite Swooper: Incursore/a The Glitch: L’Anomalia Time Lord: Cronocineta Tracker: Segugio Transporter: Trasportatore/trice Underdog: Subalterno/a Undertaker: Becchino/a Vampire: Vampiro/a Veteran: Veterano/a Vigilante/Retributionist: Giustiziere/a Vulture: Avvoltoio Warlock: Stregone Werewolf: Lupo/a Mannaro/a Whisperer: Seminatore/trice di Discordia Malalingua Witch: Strega I have no idea what to do for ‘Juggernaut’, ‘Camouflager’, ‘Trapper’, ‘Shifter’ and ’Swapper’, the translation for Whisperer is too long (but ‘Sussurratore’/’Complottista’ don’t convey the right feeling), and Witch/Warlock are far more gendered in Italian than in English. Ideas?

#italian tag #among us #town of salem #italiano #italian #roles #translation #traduzione in italiano #modded among us

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onecornerface · 2 years

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notes on Christian universalism

Until I was 17 or so, I was a Christian. For much of that period, I believed in universal salvation or something close to it. Several weeks ago, I wrote up a summary of my former position. I’ve decided to copy it, with slight editing, here. For the last decade, I’ve been solidly non-supernaturalist, so this position bears little resemblance to my current views.

I was never very familiar with the universalist literature, so I can’t speak to who the best defenders of it are. I recall I was at least a bit influenced at the time by C. S. Lewis, who was certainly not a universalist but was nevertheless somewhat sympathetic to it. My view at that time was an attempt at reconciling my convictions about ethics and free will with something not too far from standard Christian doctrine.

My view was that people chose (in some relevant sense) to go to heaven or hell, so it was a non-retributionist view. Moreover, only Jesus could save people by grace, which was facilitated by his death and resurrection. So my view was non-pluralist in the sense that I affirmed the unique truth of Christianity (against the notion that all religions were equally correct). And I held that Jesus’s bodily death and resurrection were literal events which were important for God’s plan of salvation, contrary to some liberal or metaphoricist views. However, I held that people in hell retained their free will, so they could in principle choose to accept Jesus and escape from hell. And I maintained that probably everyone would eventually do so.

As such, my positioned reconciled (1) the unique truth of Christianity (contra doctrinal pluralism), (2) the literal truth of core Christian doctrine (contra non-literalist views), (3) the bare existence of hell (contra annihilationism and nonexistence of hell), (4) the necessity of Jesus’s grace as a condition of entry to heaven (contra the salvific pluralist view that anything *other* than Jesus could save people or deliver them from sin)—all fairly traditional views—with more liberal views such as (5) the nonexistence or avoidability of *everlasting* hell, (6) *eventual* universalism (contra *immediate* universalism and anti-universalism), and (7) the non-inerrancy of the Bible (which I’ll return to below).

Some people believe that those in hell have chosen to go there, *but* that they lose the ability to leave (or, more precisely, that they lose the ability to choose the means of leaving, i.e. Jesus). My position was basically that such a view was attributing a weird and implausible psychology to people in hell. If they are unable to choose to leave hell, then they must be unable to understand or act on this information—whether by losing their free will, or by obtaining some kind of cognitive impairment. The people in hell must be given the information to understand their situation if possible; God would not deliberately prevent them from obtaining this information. And it beggars belief to think *all* of them would *choose* to stay in hell despite being able to leave.

I held that it was certainly plausible that many people would refuse to admit any mistake even after going to hell, at least for a very long time. After all, in ordinary life, people often become extraordinarily biased and unwilling to admit mistakes even when faced with obvious horrific consequences that harm themselves. Nevertheless, people in ordinary life *do* often admit mistakes, at least some of the time and to some degree—and occasionally people even admit *severe* mistakes, at great cost to their reputation or psychological wellbeing. Their willingness to do so comes in degrees, it depends on context, and sometimes it can be made more likely via prodding from other people. It seemed implausible that people in hell would lose this inclination altogether, even if they became seriously diminished in their ability or willingness to use it. They may be biased toward remaining in hell for a long time, but they would not entirely lose their cognitive ability to understand their situation nor lose their free will to act on the information.

I don’t think there’s anything obviously wrong philosophically with some versions of universalism or nearby views, given the assumption that an afterlife exists. I think the most obvious problem with universalism is scriptural. A bunch of passages of the New Testament are difficult to reconcile with universalism. Some of these passages appear to divide all people into two camps— those who are eternally saved vs. those who are eternally damned. Some passages in the New Testament appear to say many people are eternally damned, and that this status is irreversible.

It’s not straightforward even here: Jesus’s talk of “Gehenna” is difficult to interpret in light of his cultural-historical-linguistic context, and his statements cannot be entirely literal. And Paul, who seemingly never mentions hell, has some passages which sound vaguely universalist. It’s not clear whether all the New Testament texts are consistent on this, and some of them seem universalism-friendly. But still, a lot of New Testament texts appear very difficult to reconcile with universalism. I don’t see a way to justify being confident that *all* the seemingly anti-universalist passages *must* be compatible with universalism—except by seriously risking post-hoc eisegesis and anachronism. For a thoughtful exploration of both sides of the debate on what Jesus likely believed about hell, see the chapter “The Problem of Gehenna” in Dale Allison’s excellent book “Resurrecting Jesus.” Allison concludes that Jesus probably believed in everlasting hell, and that Jesus was wrong to do so.

Ultimately I held that the philosophical case for universalism or some universalism-adjacent view was much stronger than the arguments that the Bible was anywhere near infallible. So I saw the Bible’s seemingly anti-universalist passages as posing more a problem for the Bible than as posting a problem for universalism. However, Jesus’s seemingly anti-universalist statements still posed a serious problem, since I was theologically convinced that Jesus’s teachings were basically infallible even though other parts of the Bible were fallible (on the grounds that Jesus was the Son of God).

My concern over how to interpret Jesus’s seemingly terrible statements (which included the question of what statements could or couldn’t reliably be attributed to Jesus himself, and the question of what Jesus meant by whatever he actually said) was not ultimately resolved, before I stopped believing that Jesus was the Son of God at all.

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an-organized-confusion · 2 years

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I’ve been watching a bunch of Town of Salem LPs. And I know people have done some crossover HCs with Among Us. But I think I want to see what roles would be each Side’s most and least favorite roles to play (DLC not included).

Roman

Most: Vigilante, Vampire Hunter, Bodyguard, Escort

Least: Survivor; p much every Investigative & Deception Role

Remus

Most: Serial Killer, Werewolf, Arsonist, Jester, Mafioso, Ambusher, Consort, Medium; most Killing Roles

Least: p much every Investigative Role, most Deception Roles

Virgil

Most: Veteran, Lookout, Transporter, Medic, Janitor, Survivor, Vampire

Least: most Deception Roles

Logan

Most: Investigator/Consigliere, Jailor, Medic, Medium; p much all the Investigative Roles

Least: Jester

Janus

Most: Godfather, Blackmailer, Witch, Vampire, Executioner, Serial Killer; p much all the Deception Roles

Least: Medic, Bodyguard; most Town Roles

Patton

Most: Medic, Bodyguard, Retributionist, Mayor, Amnesiac; most Town Support Roles

Least: p much every Killing Role, most Mafia Roles

#sanders sides #roman sanders #remus sanders #virgil sanders #logan sanders #janus sanders #patton sanders #(why yes... ro likes being the 'good' SWer & remus the 'bad' SWer)#(ro's too much of a himbo for the brainiac roles... pffft)#(remus doesn't have as much patience for the deception roles - tho he loves how they introduce chaos into the game)#(remus is the top edgelord - janus in second)#(cue the melodrama of the role wheel handing them their least fave roles)

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goji-pilled · 2 years

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welcome to episode 5 of "Homura Makes a New Friend!" now with add metaphors, food, and kunai with chain! also lore implied for DW involvin witches nd familiars.

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Your arrival is a surprise. I hadn't expected you to be in such a hurry after our last conversation.

"Ya told me that Tomoe was coralling up some kids and makin' them her new pupils. Came to make sure you weren't full of shit."

I never lie, Sakura Kyouko, I only ever tell the truth as you already know.

"Yeah, yeah, ya freakin' cat. I'm barely out of the city but I can tell... she's still kicking, and she's gotten herself a new pipsqueak to baby over."

"...Tch. Think you can just replace me, eh Mami? Just you wait..."

...

Sakura Kyouko considered herself to be a simple lady. She only had one philosophy when she first contracted when she was fourteen years old, and that was a "might makes right, survival of the fittest" sorta deal. As a Magical Girl she had to hunt down Witches to get Grief Seeds if she wanted to keep her power, so she hunted down every Witch she came across regardless of bullshit like "territory" and "comradery". It was an eat or be eaten world, one that punished those that didn't use their strength accordingly.

She'd earned herself a bit of a reputation when she started out as a greenhorn MG, usually as the Reckless Red Retributionist from anyone who recognized her name, but nowadays she was only known by two monikers that she liked. She was the Red Oni, weilder of the Crimson Lance in Kazamino; it was more of a speaer but she didn't care, still put the fear of God in MGs.

She hunted whenever she needed to, she at least had the decency to make sure she didn't drive out other MGs from any sort of Grief Seed drought. She knows what it's like to wonder if the next day would be the last time she ever saw any sustenance, or if she would be lucky to scrounge up any valuable substance. Kyouko was many things, a hypocrite and a monster were her.

The elevator had stopped its climb, the plexi doors opening up to the round obeservation deck of the tower the Lancer found herself in. The tower wasn't all that far from the border of where Kazamino ended and Mitakihara began, a grand view available to any dimeitted tourists that wanted to cough up stupid amounts of yen in order to use the binocular stands.

Magic was such a nice tool to use~.

Sensing the inate and rampent magic that pulsed every so often in the direction of the hospital - yeesh, figure out how to put a leash on your magic, rookie - Kyouko enchanted the binoculars for personal free use, pulling a waffle snack out of her bottomless hoodie pocket; she loved this hoodie, it was the only luxury she wasted her magic on.

Through the looking glass the Kazamino girl found her mark on the rooftop of that evangelic hospital. A kid with blue hair and blue eyes, staring with such an intense warmth at a boy that Kyouko nearly gagged on her food. The rookie seemed to dart her eyes from the boy and to the violin, the instrument playing some sort of haughty tune no doubt.

Hmph. Hell of a waste for a wish.

Do you honestly intend to fight Miki Sayaka?

"That her name? Hmm... Looks like I could snap that pipsqueak in two without a sweat." It wasn't arrogance, it was just mere fact. Kyouko had lived for over a year as a Magical Girl, and she had to grown extremely powerful in order to survive as long as she had. Such power being pitted against a rookie that looked like she hadn't even been in the business for a week?

It'd be better to call the fight a one-sided conquest.

...You'll find that your desire to fight her will be quite difficult. Tomoe Mami still shadows her, and there is another powerful Magical Girl in the city.

"Oh, really? Well then, tell me who this other chick is. Maybe I could get her to fight with me, teach those goody two-shoes a lesson." Make Tomoe regret ever thinking she could just replace her so easily...

Unfortunately I do not know just who exactly she is. Akemi Homura is quite an anomoly.

The fuck?

"Hold on furball. You said that she's a Magical Girl, yeah? That means she had to have signed a contract with ya. How the hell can you not remember getting someone to contract?" This was weird, a bunch of Kyubey's little ticks and words now reeking of something fishy. The little rat always went on and on at getting his candidates to contract, so for the thing to not know one of his marks...

Whatever. A problem for future Kyouko.

"Ya know, you saying all that... it's just making me more fired up to lay a smackdown on that kid."

Letting go of the stand Kyouko marched back into the elevator, swallowing the last of her crunchy snack and left the deck. Now it was just a matter of time before an opportunity comes by, and soon the fun will begin.

...

She hadn't developed much of a plan beyond "hunt down rookie, dunk on Mami" by the time the sun rose the next day, or even the following days, but that was fine in Kyouko's book. She's made it this far goin' off'a instinct and spite, she can get by with a basic outline of a plan. Honestly she would've spent the day ironing out the details had a very familiar magic prescence made itself known in one of her Familiar Farms.

Well then, guess He must've decided to actually be a decent guy for once in her life.

Kyouko launched herself across the rooftops to the labyrinth of a little dinky Familiar that survived its masters obliteration, one that she left alone when she found it in the backwards district of cramped alleys and waterworks. The labyrinth broke and soon reality warped far below her, the silly looking creature running away from that blue haired girl. The uniform seemed to have been some sorta "loose" interpretation of a Sunday morning magical girl. That cape looked like it could easily be caught on some shrapnel or points, the only real armour being that tiny blue chesplate over the mid-drift corset.

Well then, if God wanted to make it up to her, who was she to look at a gift horse.

A latice barrier formed infront of the Familiar, blocking the flying blade that launched from the rookie's sword. Time to make her entrance.

"Hey! Just what the hell do ya think yer doin'? That ain't no Witch!"

Leaping off the rooftop Kyouko threw her spear down to pierce the cracked stone in front of the rookie. She arched herself mid fall to land at the butt of her weapon, striking an intimidating pose as she landed. Looking down she saw that the rookie had brought a civilian with her. Kyouko would've mistook her for Tomoe had she not noticed the lack of magic around her or the sheer striking differences in hair; was she trying to look like a bumblebee with that 'do?

"What are you doing? You're a Magical Girl too, aren't you? That Familiar's going to get away and hurt innocent people." The rookie had tried to run around the imbedded spear, likely trying to do her duty or something. Eugh, she's got a bad taste in her mouth now.

Kyouko kicked herself off the weapon, flipping backwards and launching her spear out of the earth. She landed in front of the new girl and raised her spear up to the kid's throat, forcing her to stop or to lose talking privilages.

"I know exactly what I'm doin', rookie." Kyouko spat out the words, vitrol threatening to make way for fury. "Ya gotta let it get plumped up by all the people it finds. Then, when the prey is nice, big, and juicy you go out and hunt it down for the new Grief Seed. Ya don't go and eat the chicken before it lays any eggs, do ya?"

It was a bit of a warped exaggeration but Kyouko wasn't spouting nonsense. If Familiars are allowed to consume the negative emotions of the people around its labyrinth, it'll transform into a copy of the Witch it once served; it won't be as strong or as smart, but that also means their Grief Seeds don't have as many uses as a real Witch's would have. It was just how the world worked around them, survival of the fittest.

"How- How could you say that?! How could you do something like that?! You're suppossed to be a Magical Girl, how- why would you do this!?" Damn this kid's getting so worked up over this. She knew the type of person she was now, one of those holier than thou tyoes to preach about justice and rightousness. That damn taste in her mouth... bitter and copper...

Pulling back her spear Kyouko twirled the big stick before letting it rest on her shoulder. "Don't they teach anything to kids these? Here's a little refresher on the food chain, ya shoulda learned this back in science:

Squishy, itty bitty lil' humans are at the bottom, they get eaten up by Witches. We gobble up those Witches, and that's the natural order of things. Like it or not this world is always gonna be eat or be eaten, if ya wanna change that then ya gotta get power; might makes right 'n all." The Crimson Lancer slowly stepped around the Blue Knight, sizing up the idiot that brought up bad memories. At least she had the brains to realize what was gonna go down, circling around the redhead too.

"Hmm... let me guess: you made a contract thinking you'd be able to bring some good into the world, be a big ol' hero, help some people out, get the boy or girl-" she pointed her spear over her shoulders at Blondie, the girl blushing at that point, "and feel good about yourself? Gotta say rookie, you were the first and ya won't be the last."

"And what's it to you!?"

Grabbing the blade aimed at her face with her bare probably wasn't the best play Kyouko could've made, but the look on the kid's face when she just lifted a palm and curled her fingers on the edge? Worth it, her lesson will hit all that much harder. Letting her anger fuel her actions, cinders flew out of her mouth as she spoke, a scowl replacing the easy-going smirk she had on before.

"Listen up kid, if there's anythin' I hate more than dumbasses wasting things they should cherish, it's morons like you that don't ever take a hint." Kyouko pushed the blade away from her face with such force that it sliced threw the pipes nearby, forcing the rookie to spin in place. With such a wide opening the Crimson Lancer went into a dead sprint and pierced through the small of Blue's back and up the chest.

Lifting the dead weight above her head Kyouko twirled in place before swinging, the body flying off her spear and into more pipes. Water poured down the girl's body, a massive puddle of blood and recycled sewage water coating the stone floor of the slums they were in.

"Take that as your first real taste of the real world, rookie. Just cool your head a bit, let Blondie get you to a bed and rest up." Job well done Kyouko turned her back and started walking away. Pulling out a taiyaki cake from under her red coat she aimed to take a bite out of the little fish cake. Opening her mouth for the delicious red bean cake Kyouko raised her hand-

"Cou-ACK!"

And chocked on a very sharp and thin piece of refolded iron, as a katana cut the corner of her mouth and skewered the taiyaki to a pipe that now leaked dirty water. Clutching a hand to her bleeding mouth and turned to see the Blue Knight, haven risen from her watery tomb and holding the hilt of her cutlass.

"...Alright, nice trick, but you should be dead! Or at the very least almost dead."

"That's jist who Sayaka-san is!" Oh hey, the civi.

Blondie rushed up to give Blue, Sayaka, a shoulder to lean on. With one arm wrapped tightly around the bloody girl's waist and a hand grasping an arm, Blondie sent a fierce stare towards Kyouko.

"Sayaka-san is a kind and incredibly caring peraon. She gave up her wish in order to help her friend recover from a tragic accident. She'd never just let someone like you wack her around and get away with it; she's everything that you should be!" Wow. Props on that girl for having the guts to just give a freaking hero speech on behalf of her friend. There was definitely something else there though, in that fiery passion that had died a bit from the mention of the rookie's wish. Hmm...

Ah shit... she ain't a monster.

"Nice speech Blondie. Really, I mean it." Kyouko had actually shifted her spear to rest against her arm, her hands free to give slow patronizing claps of applause. Blondie shifted herself to protect her friend, placing herself in front of Sayaka. "But I can't just let Sayaka-chan just walk away with a slap on the wrist. Gotta make sure my lessons stick, otherwise Tomoe won't actually teach ya anything."

From their looks of surprise it looked right her like her hunch was right. Tomoe went and replaced her, tossed her memory aside like she wasn't worth anything. She'd been replaced and her new stand-ins didn't know about it.

Well, at least this'll feel great in the moment.

Spinning in place the Crimson Lancer grabbed her spear and shifted her grip, the innate technique and skill pulsing magic through her muscles and let muscle memory take over. Her spear fell apart into a multi-linked chain, the pole growing in length and the spearhead thinning out to form a kunai.

"Game over, kiddos!" She shifted her stance to firmly place her foot behind her, swinging her multi-jointed spear in an arc and then whipping it towards the two girls. As the head flew towards them, Blondie threw herself around Sayaka, her back exposed to the incoming weapon and prepared to take the hit. The weapon soared through the air and, when the chains grew taut, it-

Was shot out of the air, the sound of a familiar rifle ringing out as spear fell to the floor.

"...Heh...

"I was wonderin' when you'd finally show up, Tomoe Mami. Didn't think you'd let me go and do that? Had a change'a heart?"

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with each ficlet 10 to 15 pages fill up in my notes app. were i actually making this a fic, i'm sure the doc would be double or triple in page length.

tune in next time when two exes dtab and shoot each other! oh and something bout souls or whatever. later!

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*points at Kyoko* Can you feel the love tonight-

#felix answers #sorry i had to make the joke #because i already know what happens in part 2 #ough....#io3

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