She arrives in her chair, both hands pressing a spot just above her nose. A Liminal Space, then? But one cut off from the others.
Madoka Mawaru looks out over the constantly changing landscape, then at the truck, then at the choice of drink, and frowns. She curls her left hand over the armrest for reassurance, closes her eyes, than thinks out loud:
"Not part of my idiom," a voice, which sounds like the revving of an engine, replies to the side of Madoka. Running alongside the truck--and in fact keeping pace with it--is a bipedal horse robot, made of silvery metal.
Huh. She's not sure what she expected a Champ to look like. She suppose it fits well enough.
"Didn't think it would be. Only way it could be more obvious is if you liberally sprinkled patterns of seven around."
She sighs. "Harrowgate was a mean trick. You and your buddies realize that, right? I could have done a lot of good Investigating and..." She curls her hand around her chair's armrest even tighter and glares at the horse. "...not being able to is a big part of why this took so long."
"We do not determine who you possess," the Chariot says, "or if you possess. Determined by compatibility. If none sufficiently compatible, Jaunt body is made."
"...Sounds to me like you're bound up by a lot of rules you really don't have a choice about following," she says when she's sufficiently calmed down. "Because if I really reflect you, and if your idiom is really all of what you are, you'd never willingly put me in a situation where my overlay sticks her thumb up her ass while there's a Keter-class containment breach. Twice."
She takes a deep breath, followed by a martial arts clear.
"Which is, honestly, the only reason I'm not just taking my chair and trying to ollie out."
...She takes an energy drink and cracks it. "Just needed to get that off my chest," she says. "If you are up against things like what we ran into on Harrowgate, if that's part of your job, I can and should work with you. Plus I'm a lot happier with you personally than, say, the Devil or the Tower."
She takes a drink. "But it's... frustrating. Maybe we have that frustration in common."
She presses the hidden switch, and draws her hidden sword out of the armrest of her wheelchair.
"I've lost way, way too many of my classmates to the Elder Gods," she says. "SHUIZN. Axis Mundi. The Shogun of Yamatai. And the older Elder Gods, Cthulhu's contemporaries. If you want someone in your court to help you take them out..."
She looks at the sword, then smiles at the horse.
"I think your Mark will suit me just fine. Who's with you on that?"
She pinches her nose, closes her eyes, and groans. "She was half of the reason we went... there. And the other half wanted us to lose, and got what he wanted. Am I wrong?"
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Madoka Mawaru looks out over the constantly changing landscape, then at the truck, then at the choice of drink, and frowns. She curls her left hand over the armrest for reassurance, closes her eyes, than thinks out loud:
You aren't much for subtle, are ya, Chariot?
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"Didn't think it would be. Only way it could be more obvious is if you liberally sprinkled patterns of seven around."
She sighs. "Harrowgate was a mean trick. You and your buddies realize that, right? I could have done a lot of good Investigating and..." She curls her hand around her chair's armrest even tighter and glares at the horse. "...not being able to is a big part of why this took so long."
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She takes a deep breath, followed by a martial arts clear.
"Which is, honestly, the only reason I'm not just taking my chair and trying to ollie out."
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She takes a drink. "But it's... frustrating. Maybe we have that frustration in common."
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She presses the hidden switch, and draws her hidden sword out of the armrest of her wheelchair.
"I've lost way, way too many of my classmates to the Elder Gods," she says. "SHUIZN. Axis Mundi. The Shogun of Yamatai. And the older Elder Gods, Cthulhu's contemporaries. If you want someone in your court to help you take them out..."
She looks at the sword, then smiles at the horse.
"I think your Mark will suit me just fine. Who's with you on that?"
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