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brokenblueknight replied to your post: I FORGOT I HAD THIS ACCOUNT WHAT THE HELL WHAT...
I thought I vaguely recalled you saying you were going to turn it into another blog XD I’m surprised you still have this.
I'm really surprised I have it too. I was just going through my email list, and I never took this one off.
I FORGOT I HAD THIS ACCOUNT WHAT THE HELL
WHAT
WHAT WAS EVEN GOING TO HAPPEN WITH DARK-MAMI OR WHATEVER THE HELL THIS IS?
Alright. So, finally decided what I'm gonna do with this.
When I get the time (Which will be around the end of the month). I'm going to just completely start over with this account. Maybe keep a couple headcanons, but other wise erase what little interaction this Mami had. Refine her concept a bit more, then start back up.
Then hopefully be able to be active on here.
I’m not really sure what to do with Anti-Mami.
It’s not as if I’ve lost her muse, I just don’t really have any motivation to play her really. This was rather experimental to be honest, and I’m not sure how well it’s working. She’s fun to play and all, I just have to put myself in a really dark mindset that isn’t too fun to personally be in to even be able to make progress.
I dunno. Maybe sudden inspiration will hit me, maybe it won’t.
Do you treasure your lives?
Kyouko raised her eyebrows at the girl’s uncharacteristically…insane laughter. It was apparent she wasn’t using her spear on Mami unless she was given a reason to use it, and so the weapon pointed away from the blonde once the opposing weapon had disappeared. Kyouko’s hand opened, but instead of dropping her spear, it merely faded back into a red glow before jetting back into her soul gem.
“Happiness? Hah.” Kyouko scoffed. Madoka Kaname, one of the few biggest examples of what needed to be purged from this lifetime. It was worse than listening to Sayaka Miki spout ridiculous notions of justice and saving people. God, she just wanted to…really, they provoked unbelievable animosity from her, as such she didn’t feel like showing at the moment, at such an inappropriate time. “True…I despise the very thought that people like her ‘r still runnin’ ‘round tryin’ ta spread some shit about how the world’s full’a easy-livin’ and happiness. Someone needs ta shut her up, ya know? People like her, and that Miki, and…not offense, but yer alternates got somethin’ that irks me too, unlike ya.”
She glanced at the hand on her shoulder, then at Mami. An offer of teamwork? Such a concept, Kyouko wouldn’t have even taken the time to consider this now remote concept, if it weren’t for the fact that she and this…much more interesting and new Mami, didn’t have so much in common right now. They could get quite a lot accomplished. “That’s…a pretty enticin’ offer yer makin’. Can’t say I hate the idea, neither. Yer far more competent than everyone else I’ve run inta, and I ain’t got many doubts ya got the power ta back it up too.” She sneered. “Ya oughtta know though, that if ya try anythin’ ta backstab me later that I ain’t gon’ take it lyin’ down.” Like some kind of mandatory warning, Kyouko just had to at least oblige and give her the fair warning. She definitely would get rather…violent, and fast, if she found her alliance compromised.
Absolutely perfect. The lancer had been falling into the trap that Mami had been laying ever since they had met. It's a fairly simple three step plan: 1) Sew the seeds of comradeship into the minds of powerful beings. 2) Use them. Exploit whatever you can from them, whether it be assistance, money, or power. 3) Cause them to have a moment of weakness when they have fulfilled their use, allowing them to be easily disposed of in the proper ways.
She could only grow the twisted grin on her face when she listened to the speech she had only expected to come out of Kyouko's mouth. Of course she'd go along with her. Mami had appealed to everything that would tickle her fancy. However, the warning, Mami could only giggle at, and being skipping around the girl, delivering one of her own.
"My my Sakura-san. I would never betray someone like you... However..." The psychotic smile she had been carrying suddenly reached it's peak. "If I were to, you wouldn't even have a chance! You'd be dead before you could even realize I was the culprit..." She gave a hearty chuckle, allowing herself to stop directly in front of the redhead. "Though, we don't have to worry about that now do we?! You would never do something to upset poor old Mami-san.." Quietly, she pulled out a small, thin dagger from a hidden pocket inside her coat. Turning away, she plunged into her shoulder, the only hit of pain was a slightly visible shiver.
"W-Would you..?!"
Headcanon: Blood
This Mami is extremely fascinated with the concept of blood. Almost everything about it excites her, the sheen, the color, and even the smell. She's studied it quite a bit, and in her psychotic ramblings to herself has forcefully extracted it from her own body. However, she's only used one knife for this ever. As such, she tends to always have it somewhere on her person, hidden in case she has to prove a point. That is, the point that she trusts someone.
In a sick, twisted way, she thinks of letting her blood show to someone is a sign of trust. It's what feeds everyone's being, and as such sees it as a personal relic of sorts.
Anti-Mami often mutilates herself in front of people she has a bit of respect for whenever she tries to prove a point. However, in doing so so much, she's built up quite a tolerance for pain. One of her strong points would be being so use to mutilation, that it won't even phase her in combat.
Do you treasure your lives?
Setting the teacup down, Mami started to ease herself into a bow, when a stealthy ribbon wrapped itself around her ankles, binding them together. As her feet were pulled out from under her, her skull connected with the chair she had found herself sitting on, making a sickening crack resound through the empty room.
Momentarily, the blonde’s vision snapped to black, returning to find her arms bound to her sides as well. “I-Uh! What the hell are you doing?!” She quickly found herself on the receiving end of the witches icy gaze. “Of course I wouldn’t want your kiss! No!” Stuggling, she let her body go limp for a instant before letting ribbons loose from all sides of the barrier.
“I should have killed you earlier, you weakling…” She smirked as the ribbons screamed toward the witch, intent on piercing through her with their sharpened tips.
*As the ribbon’s sped forward to Candeloro, More of her Familiars came from the shadows, either trying to fight the ribbons off or taking the hit for Candeloro. While a few of the Ribbons shredded the witch’s skin, none of the damage taken was enough to to fatal.* “…As you can see, They are better than my old friends. They are willing to take a hit for me, not afraid of anything.” *Candeloro Started to tighten her grip about her alternative, trying to choke her a bit.* “Can you say that too? Have you someone who would give their life for you? Anyway, If you dare think I am a fool, I will change your mind quite quickly…”
"Shit!" She let out a curse when she saw the familiars responding with lightning speed to defend their master. Surely, those would have decimated any other witch in situation like this. Though, it was possible that this one knew what was coming just with the very fact that she was created by one version of the blonde herself.
"I mig-- Ugh!" Mami found her airway being cut off as the ribbons binding her snaked up her neck, tightening their hold that they had acquired. "Let me go..!" This was an inescapable situation for her. It was either kill herself, and take the witch with her, or watch as she was "altered" to the specifications that the witch desired. "H--How could you do this!" A loud gasp for air was heard as she spit out the last sentence, then hung her head in defeat, awaiting the fate that Candeloro would deliver to her. "..I-I was trying to help you...."
Do you treasure your lives?
“Mu-Mutilate….?” The glee of this situation was slowly starting to creep it’s way into the twisted mind of the gunner. “Oh my… Sakura-san. That brings a smile to my face. You’ve taken after your mentor’s ways.”
Stepping dangerously close to the redhead, Mami slowly brought ribbons out of the ground to form one of her rifles in her hand. “It’s quite nice…isn’t it? Seeing the look in people’s eyes when they realize the one thing they’ve never thought would be taken from them…well…taken.” Her arm rising, she brought the blade of the rifle to eye level, admiring herself in the reflection.
With a downcast tone, she suddenly burst a phrase out of her mouth. “Sakura-san? May I ask you a question..?”
Out of caution and habit, as well as a constant need to have some semblance of personal space at all times, Kyouko had backed away a short distance as she noticed the blonde coming nearer. Her left hand clenched into a fist, taking note of the feel of her ring around the middle finger into her mind as though to reaffirm herself that it was still there. The sight of Mami constructing a rifle before her only put her further on edge than she already was naturally.
“Yeah, it’s nice…Idiots make fer good prey,” she allowed herself to admit as she held her fist against her side, feeling wary. “And what’s it ya wanna ask?”
She took several moments admiring her reflection in the finely honed bayonet on the end of the rifle. If one could even call this Mami weak, it would be at this very moment. She peered into it as if she was looking back into her own soul. She saw her eyes, dulled from her years of hunting the weak and unworthy. Her sigh that followed as she continued to stare at herself was one of reflection, however she quickly ended this mood with her mock sing-song voice.
"Is it not funny...?" Suddenly, she brought the blade to her ribcage, pressing hard and slicing through the boning in the corset of her magical girl outfit and into her skin, drawing a copious amount of blood that would have killed any normal human. All that accompanied this was a small wince on her face, as if she was use to this action. Truthfully, she had done this in front of a mirror several times, trying to reason to herself. "We can bleed as much as we want... yet we are the most unfit to actually live. We will always be like this, and never change... We just continue being the soulless beings we are..." She trailed off, letting the blood run down her outfit, giggling slightly as it reached her legs. "Yet if you spill just a bit too much in anyone else, they die! Even if they are the most fit to live long, fufiling lives... they're the least durable." She walked towards the girl, trying to stand at her side, shaking ever so slightly. "It doesn't make that much sense, does it?"
Anti-Mami wants to stab hug all of you!
(Yeah, finally sorted everything out on Mami. Now I can actually be active on here.)
Do you treasure your lives?
A challenger, and a well armed one at that. ? How unusual for the twindrilled girl. Usually people would be on their knees, begging for the mercy that she forgot how to give long ago.
Her smile twisted into some sadistic image as she realized how easy of a kill this would be. The girl has nowhere to escape, those wings can’t fly, and she’s surrounded. Easy prey, easy kill. “Flandre dear…” She paused, tightening the ribbon around her neck. “Cherish what little of your life you have left!”
Mami charged, firing two rifle shots as the ribbons around Flan started launching themselves at her. All this happening with lightning speed.
“Die!” She shouted before spinning around, trying to deliver an artful backhand with one of the expended rifles.
As Flandre was suddenly wrapped and constrained by the ribbons, she felt the tightness closing in on her. Suddenly, she heard two loud shots being fired off from rifles, and she immediately knew she was being shot at. With no time to waste, Flandre, with a flick of her wrist, spun Lavatein in front of her to act as a flaming shield for a splite second during the spin, devouring the bullets and engulfing them in flame, until they were burnt to miniscule ash.
“Not bad, Mami…but…” Just then, Flandre pointed Lavatein skywards, still with the only use of her wrist, seeing as her arm was still constrained by ribbons, and let out a bit of a battle cry. However, this battle cry was a bit high pitched, given Flan’s small stature. Suddenly, she was coated in a pillar of fire, which, oddly enough, she seemed to be able to handle. The fire reached from the floor to the ceiling and was extinguished in five seconds, revealing Flandre to be freed from the ribbons and the ashe of the remains to be on the ground at her feet.
When Mami was closing in for a smack on Flandre’s face with the butt of the rifle, she, now with her freed body, laid into the rifle with Lavatein to defend herself, the two weapons clashing, as Flandre gave Mami a bit of a wicked smile, “Not good enough!” Breaking said clash, she jumped high in the air and spread her wings, hovering there and looking down at Mami with a grin all the while.
Flandre swung her weapon in a crescent moon motion which spread fire downwards towards Mami, as though the weapon itself grew in size when swung, and heading straight for the blonde.
Preparing to hear the satisfying crunch of the metal barrel on bone, Mami’s face twisted itself into a horrifyingly wide grin. “Gottcha! You little rat!” This was met with the clashing sound of steel on steel, provoking the grin to turn into a frown. A high pitched sound echoing through the air from the weapons, the dark puella craned her head skyward to see the girl floating.
“Hmmmph.” She studied the swing carefully, ducking and dashing forward at precisely the right moment to avoid the growing blade. ‘Flying… Some form of fire manipulation… and a growing blade..thing… Too easy.’
Summoning two more loaded rifles, the blonde calmed herself before leaping at the flying girl, creating spiked ribbons behind Flan to close off her escape routes. “Why don’t you just die!” Heaving one of the rifles she held at Flandre, she let out a minuscule scream before following the throw up with a shotgun shell from her other rifle, desperately hoping that this battle would end soon as to not draw out too much magic. Landing, she prepared herself for the sound of the falling body she would soon have to dispose of.
Do you treasure your lives?
The smile upon the girl’s face could only grow as she listen to every word that Kyouko said. She seemed to grow even more ruthless in the time they had spent apart. All the better for Mami.
“You do as well? This is good….Very good Sakura-san.” The creepily wicked smile still remained on her face as she sauntered closer to Kyouko. “What kinds of things do you teach them Sakura-san? Do you teach them about the unfortunate pain of death..? How lucky they were to be alive?” Materializing one of her twisted musket-rifle hybrids, she raised the blade to the lancer’s throat. “Well Sakura-san?”
Kyouko felt a tinge of excitement seeing more of this change in the blonde girl that had once been her mentor. Now this was something she could get on board with, definitely something she could give some respect.
She grinned a little bit, aware of the weapon pointed at her throat but not backing off. “In fact, now that ya mention it like that, yeah. That’s exactly what I teach ‘em.” She answered, snickering lightly. “Dyin’ ain’t a fun ride. It came ta my attention that all these pathetic rats that call ‘emselves magi ain’t really graspin’ nothin’. Kinda makes me sick, ya know?” She made a soft ‘tch’ noise and her summoned spear pushed Mami’s weapon to the side a little bit. “It’s interestin’…from the way ya say it…I’d venture a guess that ya feel the same way as I do about it. I like that.”
The dark puella curiously peered at Kyouko as her blade remained unwavering. She wasn't the least bit frightened, and in fact seemed to almost be happy about this little act of violence. This brought Mami's excitement to new levels as she let out a terrifying giggle.
Hearing the words that the fallen lancer had spoken drove her further into this pit of insanity she seemed to be falling into. Letting out uncontrollable laughter, she intently stared at the crimson eyes in front of her. "Yes yes! This is exactly what I've wished to hear from you!" Dissolving the weapon, she started to applaud lightly as she stepped towards the girl. "Especially Kaname-san... I'd love to be able to teach her that none of this is happiness, wouldn't you?" Her gaze took on a more murderous look as she rested a smooth hand on the shoulder of the redhead. "It's interesting how we've developed almost the same goals, Sakura-san... What would you think about... becoming allies?" Showing the least amount of insanity as she could at this moment, she gave a crooked smile at Kyouko, hoping to spur feelings of comradeship in her.
Do you treasure your lives?
“…I could do that, yes…I have my ways how to convince people that this party is wonderful…”
*Candeloro thought about it for a moment, there was many things she could do the the people that came, the Minions could ‘play’ with them, she could coke them with her ribbons a bit, perhaps break their arms and legs so they become dependant on her…* “And how do I trust you? Why should I believe this, for all I know, you could be just getting more people to kill me. however, if you follow though with this…Yes, I will do this.”
‘Hmmmph. This is really too easy…’ The blonde thought to herself, hoping this was a particularly weak minded version of her that had despaired. A lady like Mami could never let herself get this easy to manipulate.
Trust Mami? Why wouldn’t anyone not be able to do that? “Of course you can trust me, why in the world would I harm my own child? Though, if you wish…” The blonde smirked and stood up from the table, teacup still in hand. ‘I could easily leave and return with someone for you to play with…”
*Candeloro quickly snared onto her alternative, beginning to drag her over to her. She would not allow her catch to get away from her so easily.* “For now, you are not allowed to go, at least, not without a alteration to you, a small kiss will do this. Do you want me to do this?” *Candeloro pulled her right in front of her and stared her straight into her eyes, face to face, trying to make her point very clear.*
Setting the teacup down, Mami started to ease herself into a bow, when a stealthy ribbon wrapped itself around her ankles, binding them together. As her feet were pulled out from under her, her skull connected with the chair she had found herself sitting on, making a sickening crack resound through the empty room.
Momentarily, the blonde's vision snapped to black, returning to find her arms bound to her sides as well. "I-Uh! What the hell are you doing?!" She quickly found herself on the receiving end of the witches icy gaze. "Of course I wouldn't want your kiss! No!" Stuggling, she let her body go limp for a instant before letting ribbons loose from all sides of the barrier.
"I should have killed you earlier, you weakling..." She smirked as the ribbons screamed toward the witch, intent on piercing through her with their sharpened tips.
How to Interact with Roleplayers Anonymously
I was talking with a few friends of mine from the delayed timeline group about magic anons. Personally, I don’t get many - I never ask for them - but it quickly became clear that most of the reasons I had for not wanting magic anons were problems they were also acutely aware of. So we decided a guide would be in order! This guide will cover:
How to give your magic anon ask the best chance of being accepted and enjoyed.
Etiquette for when to send an ask and when not to send one.
Going beyond the realm of the magic anon, including tips for working with/towards a plot.
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Do you treasure your lives?
Yes. Very good, Mami’s expression became sickening cheerful as she listened the the rapid-fire response of the lancer. “Oh?! You think so as well Sakura-san? Good. You’ve chosen the right answer.” She quickly puts her golden soul gem into it’s ring form, and bounces to the side of the redhead.
“That’s one of the reasons I’ve always respected you, Sakura-san. You share…my distaste for certain types of the population. I apologize for the hostility, I just had to check…if you hadn’t changed.” Her voice had some sinister inflections to it, like they were tinged with cobra venom. “It’d be a shame for something to happen to you.”
Changed? What kind of change had she expected from her, exactly? It wasn’t exactly as though she were the same as her alternatives either. “Like hell I’m gonna let myself die so easily. I can’t stand all these idiots so I’m gonna mutilate every single one’a ‘em that gets on my nerves.”
So this one talks differently too, she noticed from the ominous articulations of her voice. Not to mention all the others she’d met that were physically similar to her never spoke of such disinclination that contradicted their drive for heroism and such.
"Mu-Mutilate....?" The glee of this situation was slowly starting to creep it's way into the twisted mind of the gunner. "Oh my... Sakura-san. That brings a smile to my face. You've taken after your mentor's ways."
Stepping dangerously close to the redhead, Mami slowly brought ribbons out of the ground to form one of her rifles in her hand. "It's quite nice...isn't it? Seeing the look in people's eyes when they realize the one thing they've never thought would be taken from them...well...taken." Her arm rising, she brought the blade of the rifle to eve level, admiring herself in the reflection.
With a downcast tone, she suddenly burst a phrase out of her mounth. "Sakura-san? May I ask you a question..?"
Do you treasure your lives?
“…I could do that, yes…I have my ways how to convince people that this party is wonderful…”
*Candeloro thought about it for a moment, there was many things she could do the the people that came, the Minions could ‘play’ with them, she could coke them with her ribbons a bit, perhaps break their arms and legs so they become dependant on her…* “And how do I trust you? Why should I believe this, for all I know, you could be just getting more people to kill me. however, if you follow though with this…Yes, I will do this.”
'Hmmmph. This is really too easy...' The blonde thought to herself, hoping this was a particularly weak minded version of her that had despaired. A lady like Mami could never let herself get this easy to manipulate.
Trust Mami? Why wouldn't anyone not be able to do that? "Of course you can trust me, why in the world would I harm my own child? Though, if you wish..." The blonde smirked and stood up from the table, teacup still in hand. 'I could easily leave and return with someone for you to play with..."
Good RPer: -writes 6 pages long starter and it's so flawless and epic that it makes you wanna ride the nearest space-cow to Venus and make love to the aliens-
Me: ........."Hi", he said.
Something I've wondered...
If someone somehow got a hold of Homu's shield. Would it be possible for them to somehow stop time?
