himagsikan | call me out

[Sayaka is clutching her soul gem in one hand, staring blankly at it. She looks exhausted, judging from the way she staggers onward and how her eyes are beginning to droop. And yet she mutters a mantra to herself...a mantra that seems to be the only thing keeping her going.]

Witches...I can't let them win...justice...

[She's pretty much running herself ragged, and her soul gem is already looking dim.]

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[Were you going somewhere with that sword of yours, Integra?

Too bad, there's a teenage girl tailing you like an eager puppy, trying to look at it discreetly but not being discreet at all. If Integra turns her head just a little bit toward her general direction, Sayaka will glance away and pretend to be very disinterested, maybe even whistle a couple of notes.]

( WELL. Yeah, okay. Perhaps living with Alucard for a good ten years has trained this woman far too well. Integra can certainly tell when there's a pair of eyes boring into the back of her head, and for what she initially dismissed as curiosity, this girl has been following her far longer than she cared for.

Not that she was at all mad, or even viewed her as a threat!! Just, puzzled. Why would someone so young take an interest in her? )

Excuse me, ( She turns to face Sayaka; a note of concern creeping into her voice. ) is there something wrong?

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[Sayaka knits her hands behind her back, grinning sheepishly and chuckling.]

Who, me? Nothing, nothing's wrong. Nice day, isn't it? [Nice try, Sayaka.]

[ Continued from here aka I don't have to play by the rules of the game anymore because it's in a musebox. ]

[ Peering over his shoulder, she offers a soft laugh of reassurance. She gets where he's coming from. ]

Think we're just going to find an empty room with a useful item in the middle, light shining down on it? Can tell you one thing, those rooms are the death traps.

[ There were hiding places, definitely, but she could deal with that. They were created in part by the spaces between items so there was plenty here. Only looking through it, though, would tell if anything worthwhile were inside.

She starts shoving some boxes on the shelving units so they're tight together, even through the small gaps between each shelf. ]

There. Few less hiding spaces now. Feel a little better? [ She realizes that she might sound condescending, so she shoots him an apologetic smile, brows twisted and her smile high and tight. ] Sorry, if you really aren't comfortable we can carry on. What's important is we explore what we can.

[Edgeworth watches her shove the boxes with a touch of fascination. It may seem odd and pointless at first glance, but she had a point. Her gesture allows a slight smirk to tug at his lips in response, and he shakes his head slowly in amusement.]

Comfort is not a luxury we can afford at the moment. Finding the answers to our questions is more important.

[He reaches up to touch one of the boxes she had wedged together to close up any gaps an enterprising sea creature might use. A brief jiggle of the said box reassures him that it is empty.]

And I'm not so optimistic as to expect a deus ex machina waiting for us.

[ She's the one to listen to, if only because she seems to know what she's doing. Of course, anyone can pretend to know what they're doing and feign confidence when it is needed, but she'd like to think this is decent enough to make sense. In a way, she's kind of relieved not to hear a sound or feel something press between them as she shoves them.

They'll probably end up removing each box one by one and going through the contents anyway, but if they did it in an orderly fashion, they might not have something jump out at them and take them by surprise. It always sucked when you were aware of something approaching, but at least awareness allowed preparation. ]

Too many questions, though. Least for me. [ She straightens up and exaggerates a wipe of her forehead with a vague smile. ] From what I hear there's a lot of machinery and tech that would be useful, but all of it is too hard to move. Hear there's supplies, but it makes you wonder exactly what kind there are here.

[ Probably weaponry, though it would be nice to find medical supplies. She gets to work on a box now, and though not empty it might as well be. Just packing filler. ]

If you see any PCs, let me know. Not as good as the people I work with, but I know my way around one.

[It all starts innocently ─ but then again, doesn't it always? A shadow not exactly fitting the item that casts it. A dark spot on the otherwise clear, cloudless sky. Little things that normally don't attract much attention.

Suddenly the surroundings become oddly warped and distorted, as if reality itself was being bent out of shape. Eventually the phenomena settles down, at which point Madoka will find herself in the middle of a disturbing, if not outright hellish scenery. There's no one else in sight, so it's easy to assume she's alone... until a woman's voice echoes through the chamber.]

Now, what do we have here...? An uninvited guest?

[Madoka had learned from Mami - and Homura, of course, whenever the mysterious transfer student would suddenly show up - to watch for those subtle signs that a witch (or a witch familiar) was about. Unfortunately, knowing isn't always enough, especially when her surroundings begin to morph and change. The prickling feeling coursing from her nape and along her spine was telling her to run, to flee, to get out of here...but she couldn't. Madoka was frozen to the spot, her hands knotted close to her heart.

With wide eyes she glances this way and that, searching for the source of the voice. It's at this point that she realizes that this was not like the witches Puella Magi fought. This one was speaking.]

W-Who are you? [Where were the magical girls when she needed them? Even Kyuubey was nowhere in sight.]

[At first, no response comes, leaving Madoka surrounded by eerie silence for a moment. Finally, the voice speaks up once again:]

That's a bit rude, don't you think?

[Following that, a pillar of fire lights up further in the room, only to disappear a few seconds later ─ and in its wake stands a tall woman in a rather skimpy dress and a pointed hat. Not a witch by Puella Magi definition by any means, though there is some sort of witch-like aura to her.]

You wander into my barrier and demand to know my name before introducing yourself? Surely a cute little girl like you has better manners than this.

[While her words may suggest she's annoyed, nothing about her demeanor confirms as much; on the contrary, the confident smile on her face seems to imply she's got everything under control despite this little, ah, intrusion.]

[Madoka gasps; even though she's far from the column of fire, she still takes a big step back in surprise.

This time, as her eyes dart from side to side again, she's looking for an exit. She finds none, and is forced to confront the witch - a more dictionary version of a witch, honestly. At first, she just stands where she is...before taking a deep breath and bowing politely.]

I'm sorry...it's just that...um, are you a witch?

[She could really use a savior right now...any minute...]

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[Kids these days; they have no respect for their elders, do they? To think that just a century ago, she was regarded as "the Great Magister", one of the Ten Sages... and now she's been downgraded to a mere "witch". Ah well, it's technically not wrong, and Madoka isn't the first to call her that anyway, so it doesn't bother that much.]

That is correct; I am a witch. You can call me Nine.

[The woman tilts her hat lightly in a form of greeting. It isn't difficult to notice her visitor is scared, but she makes no effort to console her ─ after all, being intimidating is a part of being a witch, no?]

Judging by your expression, I don't suppose you came here willingly, hmm?

[Madoka nods solemnly, clasping her hands together at her chest.]

I was just walking home from school, and then suddenly...the road changed.

How unusual... That makes you very special, you know.

[A small flame lights up in her hand, and she plays with it absentmindedly. It's true it's not impossible to break into her barrier without Nine letting them in, but one would have to be an extremely powerful individual to achieve such a feat. It's a little hard to believe this little girl would be one of them...]

This is my Phantom Field; only those with a strong dream can enter this place. So, tell me... what is your dream?

My dream?

[Her eyes are riveted to the flame, her expression a mix of caution and curiosity. This is not the confident Madoka who made a wish and became a magical girl; neither is she the despair-ridden magical girl close to death or transformation into a witch. This is a normal enough Madoka...perhaps too normal, if what Kyuubey says about her latent magical ability is true.

A normal Madoka with...well, not a lot of dreams.]

I...don't know. [She shrugs.] I don't know what I should wish for yet.

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( She was getting a brother today, she was told. Her father saw fit to adopt the son of one of her father's longtime colleagues in the wake of his untimely death. It was a strange thought. She barely had any interaction with kids her age as it was, and she could hardly say the other children of nobility liked her. It wasn't because she was averse to the idea of a sibling; truly, she could use the company. Rather, she was afraid. What if her new little brother, too, resented her?

She's climbing down the stairway when the servants usher Miles inside then stops, instead pulling skirt into a polite curtsy. )

Good evening. (she speaks to him softly, ever so polite.) I presume papa would like me to show you to your room?

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[ The bad weather had only been the start of it all turning for the worse, really. Streets flooding -- no low and draining, but a pain, regardless -- and the torrential downpour that was thick enough to silence a shout. Normally a voice would carry and echo, but it's choked into the deluge now. Less heavy than mere days ago, it still seemed to drag monsters with it. Lower tier zombies, but other things she's become familiar with since teaming up with such a large group. She's not sure of the exact origin this time, there was usually someone boasting that they were the cause by now, but there were more important things to focus on than that at the moment. She and Chris had decided it was integral to keep their skills separate for the moment and he was off working on a search and rescue with Frank, Ryu, those two yakuza civilians, and a few others. With luck, their attempts would be fruitful, but she knew that what they were doing here was just as important.

Silently, though, she can't help but worry for her partner. Especially if their luck seems to keep going downhill as it has been.

At least she was already in her wetsuit. It made the rain more palatable, but not less dangerous to deal with. She slicks her bangs to the side since the weight of the water holds them heavy, falling into her line of vision when it lays the way she normally parts them. The stretch of the small city street and the buildings behind are hazy, but not impossible to make out. They'd have to rendezvous with the others eventually, but she's not sure how long that will take. It's a bit difficult to gauge how long it may be, especially with a battle and potential detours either due to the flooding or buildings being inaccessible.

She has to raise her voice to ensure that she's heard, leaning slightly in as she speaks. ]

I think we need to get a move on. The longer we wait in one place, the more likely we are to be an easy target. I don't know what the numbers are like and it's better to avoid when possible.

[ She didn't like running from a fight, but this wasn't really running away. ]

[If Edgeworth has learned anything from the past two years or so, it's that the strange can happen at any given time, and take any given form. In fact, he himself must be strange as well, walking around armed with a saber sheathed and resting on his hip. He did have a gun, but it was easier to exert more control over a sword and its strikes than a bullet fired from a gun.

So, he's not fazed by the fact that he's standing out here in the rain, clad in a long hooded gray cloak and standing with a woman who seems to be more experienced with this sort of thing than he was. Although much of the rain is kept away from his hair and the rest of his clothes, it was a nuisance to have water trickling into his eyes and onto his face. He regrets not bringing an umbrella for his companion, but right now, this was not the time for regrets.

Edgeworth tugs his hood down a bit, even though that was as low as it could go, and any lower and it would begin to obscure his vision. He squints through the steady wall of rain and brushes a hand across his eyes before gripping the hilt of his saber with the same hand.

His response is a resolute nod.]

Indeed. Lead the way, Miss Valentine. [Slowly, he draws his blade.] I will watch your back.

[This, in Edgeworth's view, was not running away; this was a strategy, which monsters were generally not very good at.]

[ Jill wishes she had her cap right about now, it'd make for a little more clarity in her view. She'd just have to trust instinct and that anything she might miss that he may manage to catch before she does. Everything, including this kind of discomfort, was more palatable with a partner. ]

Much appreciated. [ It's hard to miss the sharp quirk in her smile over his politeness, only a slight pause before she starts off to ensure the conversation is more direct and meaningful. ] Jill's fine. Everyone else just calls me that.

[ Maya had taken to her pretty quickly when it came to that particular group, but she and Chris also promised a feast fit for kings when this was over and done with. Admittedly they didn't talk about much other than food between them, but it was still easy and lighthearted, something she and Chris often lacked most days. The simplicity of it all was nice.

She hesitates before dipping under an awning, checking the handle before popping out her lockpick kit and easily hearing the telltale click of a job well-done. If he hadn't caught it, the little fistpump and the return of the kit to her back pouch should be enough to indicate her success. She opens it enough for him to slip into the building -- a cafe bar, it seems, boasting fresh pasta on the exterior -- and then for her to silently follow suit.

She wastes no time spilling more water on the floor, even if she feels guilt over it. Hair squeezed into more puddles, she makes a sound. ]

We should go out the back and try to work the alleyways. It puts both sides at a disadvantage, but it's a greater advantage to us since we're outnumbered. Might be able to shake 'em by slipping on by, too.

[It would take a while for Edgeworth to break his habit of calling her "Miss Valentine" but the reminders would really help. He doesn't reply, but he'll make a mental note of that as they forge onward.

He stays close to her, watching her work with lockpicks and thinking that she would either be an inspiration or a bad influence to a few people he knew - Maya included. Still, her skill was very useful at a time like this, and he catches her little display of success. It was...endearing, in a way. When the door is open for him, he enters it, giving her a nod and a small smile of approval. Although he does not wring his hair or his coat out, he does leave a trail of water as he steps into the cafe bar and casts a glance over the furnishings.]

Sounds like a plan. [Edgeworth looks over at the kitchen behind the bar and the tables, and walks to it slowly.] They probably have a back door here.

...I'd rather avoid battle if we can. [He adds that as an afterthought.]

[ It's nothing she isn't used to with her clearance level, although it typically will forgo the miss and just be Valentine or sir in those situations. She prefers as a whole to work with people on the same level as herself -- partnerships, when given the option. It's a different kind of camaraderie and trust you cultivate than on a full-blown team and not necessarily better, just something that someone with preference for solitude like her holds in high regard.

She moseys around the interior, looking for anything that they may make use of. Her packs are mostly full, but he might find something more useful than she would -- especially if she can grab them an extra flashlight just in case. She's done her fair share of throwing important items at enemies when she was in a rush and she doesn't doubt that any discipline he might have may squander when things get rough, too. ]

I didn't notice any kind of rooftop access, but we should be on the lookout for that. Bit harder to maneuver, but I can clear the path better for us from a vantage point. [ And see if there are any clearer paths, too. ] Honestly, I'm with you on that one. Even if I'm in my element in a fight, I don't go seeking them out.

[ She rounds the bar with a swerve of her hip, almost hopping the edge of it and starts to dig beneath it. She isn't thrilled to be ransacking the place, but there weren't many other options. Beneath the counter, she digs around, an elated sound huffs out when she finds a flashlight from her crouched position, raising it above her head with a straight arm. Jill gives it a wiggle. ]

Well, found you a little something just in case.

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[Edgeworth, since he was already near the kitchen, also looks through the cupboards and the cabinets for anything useful. Considering where he was searching, he found mostly supplies and food, but there was a good collection of knives that he believes would come in handy.

Everything's packed up into a knapsack that carried the rest of Edgeworth's things - neatly, as well. Having done a fair chunk of traveling, he was a master of knowing how to pack and make the most out of a bag's space.

After walking out from where he had stocked up on the items he could use, he looks up at the ceiling and squints as he weaves through the tables. He searches for any sign of a loose tile or a cunningly hidden trapdoor. No dice. Certainly no rooftop access.

At the sight of the flashlight, Edgeworth smirks - but crosses the cafe hurriedly before Jill could even think of tossing it to him, and then extends a hand.]

This will definitely come in handy. Thank you. Perhaps we may find a ladder at the back that will lead to the roof.

[ Smart thinking, but she doesn't say anything on it since she's pretty sure it would sound a little condescending (even if it wasn't). He seemed confident in himself without her help, though if it came down to a fight she'd always be the first to tell someone that was a great shot or dodge. It felt more genuine in the moment than a simple thought -- although she knows as well as any that those thoughts aren't always immediate or simple.

Jill leans back against the counter top, almost comfortable but not quite. There's still a sense about her that she's ready to rumble at a moment's notice. Gazing up, she exaggerates a grimace. ]

Figures we'd have to do a bit of traveling, just wouldn't be fun if we didn't. [ It's too bad, she has a good aim. Still, Jill relinquishes the torch with a grin and digs through her packs to get him some batteries for good measure. Her hands are smaller than one might expect, but she manages to hold the pile like they aren't about to fall out. ] Here. Just in case something happens or I can't get to you on time, it's better that you have them. A lot of them can still be blinded by lights if we're strategic about it.

[ And naturally, she figures he's the sort to be strategic where and when possible. Sometimes you have to cat on the fly, but he's definitely a little like her she thinks. Somehow even when nerves should render, logic stills any panic. ]

Maybe. There's definitely a back way out if there's a kitchen, at least. [ Dumpster disposal is pretty standard and tracking through the restaurant would be a code violation. ] You want to dig around and see if there's something to drink or a snack first? Might be a while before we get a chance to rest again.

[ Damned Shadaloo. Among others, she supposed. Who knows who would end up taking credit for this? ]

call me out - 2017 edition!

Sayaka

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Sayaka + Integra prt 2 electric boogaloo sans the heartache

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I DIDN'T FORGET ABOUT THE OTHER ONE I'm thinking of moving to a later canon point for it

EDGEWORTH.

I AM USING A DIFFERENT JOURNAL gomen

i saw this one on a meme and i was like man that's a great username, lo! and behold!!

Madoka!

LATE but I am here now

no worries! ♥

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Kidworth...

WHOEVER YOU'RE FEELING, PXZ/MULTIVERSE.

I'M FEELING THIS BOZO

i kept reading it with a comma and i thought you were calling me a bozo lmao

AHAHAHA I'm so sorry, I just play bozos

MY FAULT FOR READING IT LIKE I TYPE, it's fine I play mostly the same :')

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