Light of France

jeanne d'arc from puella magi. isola aff. house 142

[magicmusket]

Puella Past and Puella Present

It hadn’t taken her long to take note of the presence of another in this city. Picking up on the familiar feeling of another’s magic “signature”, Mami at first wondered if it was a witch. But, no, upon closer inspection of the magic that her soul gem was picking up on, Mami could soon tell… There was no mistaking it…

This was the magic of another magical girl.

Perhaps it had been the appearance of that other magical girl to Mitakihara in the days before her coming here that had left Mami so keen to picking up on the presence of others like herself. After all, it had been quite some time since had come into contact with any others…

It was definitely that other girl’s appearance and attitude that had made Mami decide to immediately set out on the trail for this one like she did, however. 

Leaving her townhouse early and without any sort of word towards her roommates, Mami would simply follow the guide of her soul gem, its glow slowly picking up in intensity over time, as she got closer and closer to the source of the magic.

It would appear whoever this other magical girl was, she was an early riser herself, because it didn’t take very long for Mami to get to her at all—and she was still notably outside.

Eyeing them from a far as they stopped during what appeared to be a jogging session, Mami would make herself known rather casually, if immediately, by walking up to the other Magi with one hand lifted up close to her chest, glowing soul gem in hand, and with her other hand only serving to shield it slightly from the side. 

She was smiling.

“Hello there. I don’t mean to be a bother, or to interrupt anything, but… Would you mind coming with me to some place private? Just to have a small chat.” 

While Tart likely wouldn’t of been able to tell immediately, given both her polite manner of talking and calm tone, what Mami was saying to her wasn’t a request. It was an order.

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Riz had always taught her to never stop training. Even when they were in the midst of a war, Jeanne always tried to take time out of her day to at least get some stretches in. Here, however, was the perfect location to jog. She could get the lay of the land along with being able to keep her cardio up. When you’re battling against things like giant crabs and other Witches of indescribable forms? Never skimp on the stamina-building routines. 

This was especially true for Jeanne. Back home, most may have deemed her invincible with the damage she could endure. Yet if she got tired, she got weaker as a result even without magic use. So it was always vital to get this exercise in... 

So when she stopped to find the water bottle out of bag, she spotted the other in her peripheral and paused. Under normal circumstances, she would be greeted with a smile and curtsy. However, Jeanne’s eyes immediately caught the glow of what could only be a Soul Gem. Another Magical Girl.

...Or, Jeanne thought, a Witch. At the very least, a Magical Girl that helped Witches. Something the girl knew all too well. 

It took her a moment, but her gaze flicked up to the other’s face as she returned the smile. Maybe it was nothing, but Jeanne couldn’t help but feel anxious about the other. The gnawing in her chest told her to fight right here and now, though there were too many passerby to risk. Especially without knowing her own combat prowess here. 

“Of course, mademoiselle. Lead the way.” 

She took a sip from the water bottle after pulling it out at last, though didn’t put it back into her bag quite yet. Anything could help when you’re not sure what is coming next.

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ivoryspear‌:

A witch is… a type of human mage. Undyne knows that much from anime, and she knows how dangerous they can be. After all, it was human mages who sealed all of the monsters underground in the first place. She commends anyone, human or monster, who stands to face one. Especially in defense of their own people.

“She must’ve trained you well, if you’re here to tell the tale!” She grins, and then she drinks some of her own tea. It’s still near boiling, but that’s never stopped her.

“…I don’t suppose she or your sister got taken here with you, though?” This place’s inconsistency can be infuriating. Dragging people away from their homes, their families… she’s only been here for a day or so, and she can’t stand the idea of it.

“Ah, she was definitely a good teacher.” Jeanne replies, though glances to her own cup and decides against scalding her own tongue. Still, she has to consider the other’s statement. She seemed to have been taken right before she died, though...

“No, I don’t believe they would have. They’ve, ah, been gone quite some time.” She adds, avoiding the other’s gaze as she took a sip despite herself before coming to a strong conclusion that, yes, that tea was far too hot to drink quite yet. 

She wasn’t sure if she’d ever fully get over either of their deaths, though it hadn’t fully hit her in the midst of war. Jeanne didn’t have time to really settle on it. 

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“Ah, pardon moi, but would you happen to have bottled water to spare? I was taking my daily jog but forgot to bring any today.” 

It was a tad embarrassing, especially after Riz had worked so hard to get her to remember these sort of things during her training. Still, what’s done is done and it would be far worse to pretend like she was fine. At the very least, the other seemed friendly enough that she didn’t feel too bad asking them.

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Here’s a Starter Call! I’ll try getting to these today but I’m trying to get active on all my blogs so we’ll have to see! No cap but I’ll be selective!

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ivoryspear‌:

Undyne doesn’t know where France is, but she’s got to assume it’s an above-ground region. So, a war that was just between humans? Because they just can’t keep away from the stuff, apparently.

The curtsy draws a bit of an amused smile out of her, and even if she doesn’t know half of those words, she can pick up on the tone. “Heh, uh. No need to be so formal!” She pours hot water in with the tea bags, and hands one of the mugs over to Jeanne.

“I was the captain of the royal guard. Only person above me was the king. And I didn’t fight in the actual war, ‘cause it was thousands of years ago!”

“How does someone get to be an ‘honorary’ soldier? Were they understaffed, or something? Did you even get proper training?”

Jeanne happily took the mug, nodding her thanks as she gave it a moment for the tea to set. Still, just hearing of the other was certainly impressive. She was talking to a captain of the royal guard?! Had she known that, she would have been even more formal. 

...Not that either of their titles really seemed to matter much in a place like this. So for now all she does is give a bit of an embarrassed laugh at her questions. Having to explain the whole thing was certainly going to be interesting.

“Well, you see, the king themselves anointed me my title, though it wasn’t an actual military rank, yes? They were losing the war thanks to the Witches the enemies had. I was trained by my friend Riz. She trained my sister and I after saving us from one of the Witches.” 

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ivoryspear‌:

What a weird apology. Might as well make sure they’re on the same page, though. “I don’t know where you got the idea that I didn’t want to be a part of it. I CHOSE my path. It just wouldn’t have any point here, and apparently you’re not even from the same WORLD.”

“And anyway, before I got here, we were about to make peace.”

She’s warming up to this girl, too. Holding on to kindness in the face of Undyne’s intimidation, and, well, being a human who hasn’t yet attacked on sight. (She’s slowly realizing that humans being violent out of nowhere is, maybe, less common of a phenomenon than she thought.)

She still tenses when Jeanne comes so close, but relaxes again when she just goes to ask about the stove.

Huh. She hadn’t thought of this place as particularly fancy, but alright. Who knows how this person grew up.

“Uh…? It’s a gas stove. It doesn’t need wood.” Not unless you’re trying to start a real fire, anyway. Which, you can. She knows.

Before she can explain further, though, the tea kettle starts whistling, and immediately escalating in volume. With one more glance at Jeanne, Undyne goes over to the stove and turns it off. And then, after a moment more of consideration, she opens the cabinet where she’d found the mugs.

“Well, since you’re gonna be here. Do you want some tea?”

“Hm, that’s true. I chose to protect France but the choice itself was still put on me because of the war... Well, a different war than yours, it sounds like.” Jeanne replied idly, mostly still in wonder about the stove. Not even the castle had something as fancy as this! She really didn’t know a thing about this place, after all... Though when she heard the whistling of the kettle, she did jump a hair. Despite all her time fighting, Jeanne still didn’t act that tough.

“Oh, tea sounds wonderful, mademoiselle! Merci beaucoup!” A curtsy follows, though it looks a tad off without an actual skirt. 

Still, now the girl couldn’t help but be curious... “Ah, if you don’t mind me asking, you are a soldier then? Were you an honorary one like moi or did you have an actual rank?” Perhaps war talk was a hair heavy for small talk, though Jeanne wasn’t the wiser about that.

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I’m getting to stuff, I promise! New Year, New Cupcake! One that doesn’t leave things for a month! Haha, oOPS!

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harimenuis‌:

“Huh? What’s that?”

“Y-You know.. your Soul? The one God gifted all his children?”

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“...But the Human Soul given to us by our Lord is truly the most beautiful thing there is.”

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me, swinging back into activity the day i’m out of it: [surprised gnome noise]

[merakyeles]

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           She landed just in time, as soon as the final beep rang in her ear, she ducked behind another alleyway before transforming back, right. need to get some food.

Quickly she began to walk, looking for something for Tikki to eat, they’d run out of her spare cookies soon, so she needed to buy more, so preoccupied with feeding her partner she didn’t even notice the woman until it was too late, and literally tripped running into her with a loud crash.

‘ oh, gosh! Je suis désolé! ’

she squeaks out as she sits herself up, eyes wide, and rubbing her head with a small inhale of breath, having hit it pretty hard, then glanced up at the girl… woman? she wasn’t sure.

‘ i didn’t mean to, been distracted. ’

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Jeanne was rather used to getting around this district by now, so she had to admit that it was a bit surprising when her own distraction led to her running into something. Granted, as she rubbed her sore head-- who knew losing your invulnerability would be this much of a shock-- she did perk up when the other spoke. 

“Ce n'est pas un problème!“

The young woman was rather used to getting much worse scrapes, so even as she gets herself up she’s just happier someone speaks her native language. It was definitely a breath of fresh air. 

“Do you need help with something? I’m getting used to this area myself.”

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bashfullygreen‌:

Mizi’s gaze immediately fell to the girl’s fidgeting hands, more than anything the movement was a distraction that had caught his eye, but he also wasn’t big on giving strangers a whole lot of eye contact either. Although, he did briefly glanced up at her face to make it seem like he wasn’t completely ignoring her too. Maintaining “normal” social cues on the street was exhausting sometimes.

“Ah, hi! Uh, yeah!” Normally he’d use this opportunity to plug in a advertisement for his bakery, but they were no where near close to it right now. “There’re actually two diners on this street, um, here–” He gestured behind the girl, then raised his hand slightly, pointing in the direction of the first diner. “The other one is a bit further down. Ah..it’s…I guess it’s kinda funny that they’re both so close to each other, huh..?”

“Oh, why thank you.” She replied, cheeks a tinge pink at how awkward the other was acting. Maybe it was a tad embarrassing to be speaking to someone that couldn’t read? That may be it, so it maybe made her feel a hair bad for forcing the other to help her like this. Still, just knowing where the diners were was great.. yet...

“Well, the thing is, monsieur... I cannot read, see? So even if I go by myself, er, I would not be able to.. complete the transaction, as it needs this ‘phone’ thing, yes?” Holding her own up with a wince. “And I cannot read what is on there to see how much I have. My village was too small for the luxury of females getting proper teachings, you see.”

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I have replies being worked on! Sorry I’ve been so quiet. The new tumblr dash beta broke sessionbox for me and repeatedly having to log in and out is hard for me fsr. My brain just shuts down at the login screen sometimes!

But I’ll do my best to not be super inactive again!

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when you want to participate in the event but you haven’t interacted with enough people

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ivoryspear‌:

Brought something from the store? What is that, a threat? No, maybe that’s stupid. Or maybe this is a human and no amount of caution is ever misplaced. She sees the girl reach towards her sword, and Undyne’s hand instinctively twitches, as if to summon her magic spears. Nothing appears, of course, and the wooden one lies still against the wall.

This girl’s blade is wooden, too. And based on both human trash and anime, Undyne is pretty certain that swords are usually made of metal. So they’ve both been weakened…

“Shared?! As if I’d EVER share a home with a HUMAN!! It’s like you all have NO idea what you’ve taken from us!!!”

And then… she sighs. Her head turns to the side, though her one eye stays trained on Jeanne. “…Is what I WOULD say, but it’s kind of pointless, isn’t it? Since we’re supposedly from different worlds. And what would I even DO if I got your soul, here, anyway?”

Undyne doesn’t totally lose the cautious stance, but her shoulders drop a bit, and she still isn’t going for her spear. As much as her SOUL burns for a fight with this human, she doesn’t really… want to. “…I’m Undyne.“

At the very least, the other seems to have given up on being aggressive. Slowly, Jeanne eased as well and let her hand drop back to her side. Still, she couldn’t help but be on edge now that she’s heard the other’s immense disdain for humans. Especially when the subject of her Soul being stolen was so casually brought up.

They’d have to get along, though, considering their situation. Otherwise this would be a long... imprisonment? Jeanne still wasn’t sure what this was. It wasn’t willing, at the very least. Different worlds, too... Oddly, she can’t say it’s too outlandish of an idea.

“I’m sorry if the Humans of your world did something bad to you. I can understand being stuck in a battle you never wanted to be a part of. I don’t want to fight you, though. You seem nice.”

Smiling like always, Jeanne simply spoke her mind; even if said thoughts didn’t quite make sense. The other was seconds away from fighting her, yet she couldn’t help but feel the other was kind somehow. Maybe it was because Undyne reminded her a bit of Riz...

Still, she made her way over to the other to peer at what she was cooking before she arrived. If the other wanted to fight, neither of them had a proper weapon anyways. The most they could really do was tire each other out anyways. May as well drop the hostilities, Jeanne thought. 

“Wow, this place sure is fancier than home. Is that a stove? I don’t see where you put the wood in to start the fire!”

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And so the Magical Girl Renaissance has begun.

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Sorry I didn’t get to replies this weekend. I’ve worked on them all and there’s a couple queued for tomorrow. Holiday season is when the ‘oh my family either hates me or is dead’ feels hit me like a rock.