To Kill a God
I thought I was lucky when I found a cool little piece in a convention, but I should have known better. Now I'm a teenager again, female and stuck in a world that can chew the average schmuck up and spit them out with ease. This is gonna hurt.
I...probably shouldn't be doing this, but I can't resist. Don't worry, I'm not abandoning my Madoka story, I just need some time to figure out how to do the conversation. I found the Magical Girl CYOA thanks to another writer on Spacebattles. Since I'm on a bit of a Magical Girl kick at the moment because...reasons, I figured I might as well go for it. Also, yes, this is a Worm story because if theres ever a world that needs love and friendship, its that one. Anyway, enjoy!
Chapter 1
The day my life was turned upside down started out rather well. I'd finally managed to get some time off to attend a convention and even found the time to put together a simple costume. It wouldn't be winning me any awards, but honestly, I wasn't the type who was either good at or that interested in cosplay or conventions for that matter. I was only going to this one because it was nearby and there were some events that looked really interesting. I tended to get bored at events like this, so I disliked attending when they weren't within walking distance of a train station or bus stop. Unfortunately, this was, so I decided to attend. I really shouldn't have.
I was wondering around the stalls, considering whether or not I should be heading home yet or if it was worth hanging around a little longer to watch the cosplay competition when I spotted a stall I had not visited yet. It was tucked away at the back of the hall in a shadowy corner that I honestly wouldn't have expected to house any stall looking to sell their wares. They looked pretty damn good to, a variety of stuff either from or inspired by Magical Girl anime, from copies of the Soul Gems from Nanoha to a few weapons I didn't recognize. It was all good quality as well, some of it even looked real.
"See anything you like?" asked the woman sat on the other side of the table.
She was wearing a smart looking suit and fedora that honestly looked a bit out of place when compared with the stuff she was selling, but to each their own I guess.
"Hmm, it all looks great, but I didn't have much money left," I said.
"Oh, I'm sure we can find something for you," she said, "Lets see...how about this?"
She picked up a recurve bow that looked like it was designed for a child with arms designed to look similar to Cinders bow from RWBY, it it was made for Zelda as the Bow of Light or based on Sabers Excalibur. The arms were painted gold with blue rune-like patterns, with the outside sections silver to create the image of a razor sharp edge.
I let out an impressed whistle.
"Now thats cool," I said, "But I really don't think I can…"
"£10," said the woman.
I blinked.
"Thats it?" I asked.
It looked like it was worth five times that, if just for the effort involved in making it!
"Thats it," said the woman, "So, interested?"
I hesitated. I already had a couple of bags of stuff I'd picked up and only had £10 left. If I bought that, I wouldn't have enough for a bite on the way home unless I stopped at the cash machine. However, the bow was amazing quality, incredibly cheap and would look great on my wall…
"What the hell, I might as well," I said, "Sure, why not?"
The woman smiled and turned away. A moment later, she came back with the bow wrapped in thick paper and handed it to me in exchange for a note. To my surprise, as I took it, my arms actually dipped a little. It wasn't heavy exactly, but it was a lot heavier than most props would be, made of paper, foam and a little plastic as they usually were.
"I use some heavy duty stuff in my work," said the woman, "It makes them last longer."
"I see," I said, "Thank you."
I stuck the package in the bag that wasn't full and started heading through the convention hall in the direction of the exit. Now I was out of spending money, there was little point in sticking around.
One trip on the train later and I was back home in my recently acquired apartment. It wasn't a very big place and the hot water didn't work very well, but the Wifi was included in the price of the rent and it was perfect for me. I dropped my bags in the living room and made a beeline for the kitchen. Once I had my tea, I dropped onto the couch and started going through my loot. Five Bleach volumes to increase my collection, a couple of the MHA volumes I didn't have, a Madoka poster, a notebook and pen I picked up because I needed one, a couple of prop weapons I'd found relatively cheap I could use for another cosplay later (if I ever got around to it) and finally, the wrapped bow I'd bought last.
I set it down on the coffee table and frowned as it made a dull clunk.
"What material used in props clunks like that?" I muttered as I unwrapped the prop, "OW!"
I snatched my hand back and sucked on the tip I'd cut...somehow. I looked at my finger and was surprised to see that the cut was deep enough to draw blood. Not a paper cut then, so where…? It was at that point that I realized that something was reflecting the light from the lamps in the room and looked down. It took a moment to figure out what I was seeing, but when I did, my eyes widened in shock.
"Wha...how did…?" I spluttered as I reached down and pushed aside the wrapping to reveal a very real and very sharp bladed bow.
A bow that I'm very, VERY sure had been made of foam when I'd handled it at the Convention hall.
"Whats going on?" I muttered as I slowly closed my fingers around the grip of the bow.
My hands weren't exactly massive, but they were still a little to large for the grip. It had clearly been designed for someone a lot smaller and dantier than me.
"Fucking FINALLY!"
"HOLY…!" I yelped at the unexpected voice.
I tried to jump up and spun around at the same time, only to get my legs tangled and go down in a heap. The bladed bow landed about an inch in front of my nose with a thump, sinking into the floorboards, I gulped as I slowly backed up and sat up.
"I was starting to think I'd never find someone capable of picking up that thing!" said the voice and I looked up to see…
Well, I think the best thing I can say is that it was a creature. It looked like someone had taken elements from all the creatures considered 'cute' and mashed them together to create something disgustingly adorable. It was small, white, fluffy and looked like a cross between a squirrel, a fluffy dog and a rabbit.
"Who the hell are you?" I asked, more than a little bewildered.
The creature ignored me as it hopped off the back of the sofa and padded up to sit beside the bow.
"Sorry about this mate, but I'm desperate at this point," it said, "I need someone, anyone, to step in or I'm gonna get chopped up and fed to the Monsters for screwing up the timeline. On the plus side, you'll get to use Magic!"
"Wait, what?" I asked, my eyes going wide.
Instead of an answer, the creature just stood on its hind legs and touched my forehead with one paw and the bow with the other, before saying something in a language that somehow both rang in my ears and didn't enter my brain at the same time. Then, my world was PAIN!
It felt like my entire body was melting, from my bones outwards. I could feel my skeleton, my organs, my muscles and skin, all melting, bubbling and reshaping themselves into something new. The pain was indescribable, made worse because I couldn't scream because my vocal cords were undergoing the exact same treatment. At the same time, whatever was left of my body was infused with a burning light that sank into the slurry that used to be my body and wrapped around...something, before there was the feeling of something being pulled free. It wasn't a physical thing, but I felt it nonetheless and the pain of my body being melted became slightly muted. Or maybe it was fading as the goo began to pull itself back together into a new form.
It was a lot smaller than my previous body, both in terms of height and general size, with slight, developing curves that had my mental panic increasing as I realized just what was forming. Golden blond hair that fell to the small butt was next, followed by green eyes. Finally, the light around the newly formed body began to wrap around her, transforming into a cream dress that almost resembled a lily with a white underskirt and a collar around her throat with a black bow, white gloves, black stockings and shoes and a black bow that pulled her hair into a ponytail. Finally, a golden coloured gem appeared on the bow at her neck and I found myself inside the body. No, not the body, MY new body. I could feel my new muscles moves as I opened my eyes and took a deep breath, before my fingers closed around the grip of the bow and…
I found myself stood on a roof in the middle of the night. I blinked. Then blinked again as I tried to properly take in the abrupt change from glowing world of pain to the dark of night. Then I looked down and saw that I was indeed now a girl. A Magical Girl. A 13 year old Magical Girl if you want to be precise. I...have no idea how to take this. I mean, I could scream, break down and cry, faint or have any number of reactions, but I honestly just felt numb. I don't know if it was because of the new body not working properly yet, the fact my Soul was located in the gem on my collar or if it was simply because my mind simply didn't know what to do, but the only thing I could do was look around at the city below me helplessly.
It was a rather large city, built around a large bay that seemed to be blocked by a large object at the entrance. Across the bay, I could see the shapes of tall buildings, many of which still had lights on. Looking down off the roof netted me the sight of very run down buildings that mostly seemed to be warehouses and the like. I did spot a few rusty street signs and a paper discarded at the side of the road that was in English. At least it wasn't Japan and I could speak the language, not that speaking the language would do me much good. I was a 13 year old girl who had, quite literally, nothing but the magic flowing through me. I was fucked…
I sighed and returned my attention to the bay. As I did, I spotted something out near the middle I'd somehow missed when I'd first looked. It looked like an oil rig, lit up against the black water below it. I frowned and narrowed my eyes, trying to figure out what was so of about the rig. Then, my eyes widened as I realized that it was floating and seemed to be surrounded by a very faint bubble. I went white and started shaking.
"Oh...oh no," I whimpered, "Thats...not good."
NOW I was feeling an emotion and that emotion was sheer, bowl loosening terror. Not only was I now in the body of a 13 year old Magical Girl, but I wasn't in a nice safe world like Madoka where I'd only have to worry about monsters being a danger to me. Oh no, in this world, the PEOPLE were the monsters. There would be no power of friendship or love to help me, only the encroaching darkness of a world on life support. I was in Worm with none of the safety nets that came with doing a CYOA and getting ROBed. I. Was. Fucked.
I'm not at all ashamed to admit that it took me a while to pull myself together from my minor panic attack. I'd honestly like to see any of you lot do better. After all, its one thing to be dropped into Worm with the powers of a Servant or some of the stupidly strong powers that came from the Wildcard option, but its quite another to be a Magical Girl in the same world. Oh, I had no doubt I'd be able to hold my own, but it would be against enemies who'd happily gut me, 13 year old or not.
Another big problem was the complete lack of anything like a support structure. No one in their right mind would be willing to hire a little girl, even if she was a 'Cape' and even if I could get money, they definitely wouldn't be willing to rent an apartment to a lone child. In short, I had three options. Option one, find someone to take me in. Option two, find somewhere to squat, or, option 3, join the Wards. To be quite honest, none of them sounded that appealing, although I had to imagine that Glenn would happily sacrifice his firstborn for the chance to work with a literal Magical Girl.
Why the Wards and not the Protectorate you ask? Well, while I was mentally an adult, theres not a chance in hell I'd ever be able to convince anyone else that, with the possible exception of a Thinker. Plus, I kinda like the idea of being a kid again. I mean, it came with a whole host of downsides and I definitely wasn't looking forwards to trying to get people to take me seriously with the likes of Myrddin running around, but I could deal with it…
BOOM!
I spun around at the unexpected explosion and quickly spotted a cloud of smoke rising from an area of the Docks a short distance away.
"Hmm, if I know my cliche, and I do, that'll be Taylor's fight with Lung," I said, shifting into a thinking pose without thinking.
Then, I realized what I was doing and dropped my hands.
"Oh hell, I think I've been given some 'cutesy habits," I grumbled, "Whatever, ONWARDS!"
I took off across the rooftops...and immediately realized that I was a lot faster than an admittedly short 13 year old should be. It took less than a second to cross the roof and I was able to clear the gap between the two buildings with ease.
"Heh, cool," I said, a grin crawling across my face.
Then, I poured on the speed with a whoop of joy. Maybe this wouldn't be so bad after all!
You don't properly appreciate what superhuman strength means until you see someone leap from the sidewalk to the second floor of a building on the far side of the street. For Taylor Hebert, neophyte and yet unnamed hero, that realization unfortunately came when the infamous Villain known as Lung managed to jump two stories up from the other side of the street. True, he didn't quite manage to make it, but that just meant she had to watch the flaming, steel scaled monster claw his way up towards her like a demon out of hell.
Still, as scary as the rage dragon was, she'd started this fight and by god, she was going to at least give him a fight to remember! She reached into her costumes pouch and pulled out a small can of pepper spray her dad had given her when she'd started going out on runs and readied herself.
Lung's hands, still on fire, were the first thing to show up, gripping the edge of the roof hard enough to bend the material that covered the roof's raised lip. His hands were quickly followed by his head and torso as he hauled himself up. He looked like he was made of overlapping knives or spades, smouldering yellow-orange with the low temperature flame. There was no skin to be seen, and he was easily seven or eight feet tall, judging by the length of his arms and torso. His shoulders alone were three feet across at the very least. Even the one eye that he had open looked metallic, a glowing, almond shaped pool of liquid-hot metal. Taylor swallowed and took aim with the spray...only for a streak of golden light to suddenly shoot out of nowhere and slam into Lungs side.
Everything seemed to slow down as the force of the shot knocked Lung off the building and sent him flying with shards of metallic scales and blood trailing behind him. A moment later, the blast exploded into a small, short lived sun that managed to blow an even larger hole in Lungs side, slamming him into the ground in the process. It didn't seem to really bother the Dragon however and he was soon back on his feet, angrier than ever as his glare and Taylor's gaze turned in the direction the blast had come from. Both were rather stumped at what they saw, for completely different reasons.
Stood on the roof of a nearby building, holding a recurve bow that was glowing brightly, was a girl who looked the same age as Vista wearing a pale pink dress that looked about as impractical for fighting in as could be. She had long, blonde hair tied in a ponytail with a black ribbon and faintly glowing green eyes. Strangely enough, she wasn't wearing a mask or indeed anything to hide her identity. Despite that, her 'costume' was clearly well made, even if it did remind Taylor of something from one of those old Japanese cartoons Zoe Barnes had loved so much.
"'At 'er 'uk?!" snarled Lung, "oo R oo?"
The girl grinned and spun her bow around her fingers in a rather impressive display of dexterity and struck a pose.
"I'm the Warrior of Light, Magical Lily!" she chirped.
There was a moment of complete silence and Taylor was sure she heard the wind whistling across the rooftop as the girls expression slowly changed from a smile to one of mortification.
"OH GOD, NOT THAT!" she suddenly screamed, clutching at her head and nearly taking her eye out with an arm of her bow, "I DON'T WANNA BE A JOKE CHARACTER!"
Taylor gaped at the girl, trying to figure out what the hell was going on. Lungs reaction was more...explosive.
"R OO MOCKIN E!" he roared and, without waiting for a response, pounced, this time easily clearing the gap to land on the girl.
"LOOK OUT!" shouted Taylor, but she might as well have saved her breath.
The moment Lung had jumped, Magical Lily had spun around, drawn back on her bow, and released the string. This time, instead of an arrow, the attack was a beam of light that was nearly big enough to cover Lung completely. The Gang Leader roared in pain as the beam exploded, slamming him into the ground again. Before he could try and stand up, the girl jumped off the roof and aimed her bow directly at him as she drew another light arrow.
This time, instead of a beam or single bolt, when Lily released the string, a huge number of arrows shot out and converged on Lung, each one exploded into a small but bright and, if the way Lungs scales reacted was anything to go by, very hot ball of light. By the time the barrage was done, the Gang leader was laying in a shallow puddle of molten road, unconousus and rapidly shrinking back down to Human form.
"YATTA, IT WORKED!" cheered the girl as she landed on the roof a short distance from Taylor and flung her arms in the air.
The Bug controller could only gape as she looked between the infamous Lung and the little girl who had taken him down without trouble. True, he was full of bug venom, but still…
A small hand waving in front of her mask made her jolt back in surprise.
"Hey, are you OK?" asked the girl, "Your not hurt are you?"
"Ah, no, I'm not," said Taylor, her eyes flicking to Lungs smoking body again.
"Well, thats good," said the girl, "I'm Lily by the way."
"I...um, don't have a name yet," said Taylor, feeling a little uncomfortable for some reason.
Lily shrugged.
"Eh, fair enough," she said, "Hey, are you gonna keep hiding over there or are you going to come out and say hello?"
There was a scuffling sound from over the edge of the roof, before something massive scrambled over the edge of the roof. They looked like an unholy cross between lizard and rhino and two of them had people riding on them, two guys and two girls, all obviously Capes from their costumes. The newcomers slid off their mounts and three approaches, leaving the fourth girl to ignore the two female Heroes in favour of checking the monsters, who seemed a little out of breath. For a moment, there was silence, before the apparent leader, a tall man in motorcycle leathers and helmet with a skull painted on the front, spoke up.
"You really saved us a lot of trouble," he said, extending a hand towards Taylor.
Long experience of being a bullying victim had Taylor keeping her mouth shut and leaning back. Fortunately, Lily wasn't as shy.
"No problem!" she chirped.
Then, she let go of the mans hand and skipped over to where the other girl was tending to the monsters and said something to her. The girl looked surprised, but nodded slowly, prompting the little blonde to somehow stick her bow to her back and start petting the gigantic monsters with no apparent fear at all. The girls teammates seemed surprised, but the apparent leader quickly shook it off and turned back to Taylor.
"When we got word Lung was aiming to come after us tonight, we were pretty freaked," he said, "We were arguing strategy for the better part of the day. We eventually decided, fuck it, we'd meet him halfway. Wing it. Not my usual way of doing things, but yeah. Wouldn't you know, his flunky Lee is there with a half dozen guys, but Lung and the rest of his gang are nowhere to be found."
He laughed, a surprisingly normal sound for someone wearing a mask with a skull on it.
"Lee's no slouch in a fight, but there's a reason he's not leader of the ABB. He got spooked without his boss there and ran. I guess you're responsible for that?" Skull-mask waited for a response from me. When I didn't offer one, he ventured towards the edge of the roof and looked down, then spoke without turning to look at me, "Lung is getting creamed. The fuck you do to him?"
"Pepper spray, wasp and bee stings, fire ants and spider bites," the second of the girls said, answering the question for Taylor, "Plus whatever the kid did to him somehow overwhelmed his healing factor. I have no idea how though."
She grinned.
"Hes gonna be feeling this beating for a while!"
"Thats...a little scary," muttered the black clad man.
He shook his head and snapped his fingers.
"Introductions. That's Tattletale. I'm Grue. The girl with the dogs..."
he pointed to the other girl, the one who had whistled and directed the monsters, who was talking to Lily.
"...We call her Bitch, her preference, but in the interests of being P.G., the good guys and media decided to call her Hellhound instead. Last and certainly least, we have Regent."
"Fuck you Grue," retorted Regent.
A moment later, a spark of light hit him in the back of the head, making him jump.
"LANGUAGE!" shouted Lily.
Regent rubbed the back of his head, glaring at the little girl, who went back to ignoring him in favour of petting the mutated dog she'd somehow reduced to a drooling puddle.
"Hey, you okay?" asked Grue suddenly, "You hurt?"
"The reason she's not introducing herself isn't because she's hurt," said Tattletale, not taking her eyes off Lily, "It's because she's shy."
Then, she blinked and looked around, the slightly confused look on her face being replaced by a look of annoyance.
"Heads up. We've gotta scram."
"Awww," said Lily as Bitch whistled and the dogs snapped back to attention.
Grue turned back to Taylor.
"Hey, want a ride?" he asked.
Taylor glanced at the mutated dogs, shuddered and shook her head. Grue shrugged and headed over to mount up.
"Hey," said Tattletale, looking at Taylor for the first time from where she was seated just behind Bitch, "What's your name?"
"I don't… I haven't picked one yet," said Taylor.
Tattletale nodded.
"Well, Bug, a cape is gonna show up in less than a minute," She said, "You did us a solid by dealing with Lung, so take my advice. Someone from the Protectorate shows up, finds two bad guys duking it out, they're not going to let one walk away. You should get out of here."
She shot a glance at Lily, who seemed to be giving the dogs a goodbye pets.
"I doubt shes got anything to worry about."
Tattletale flashed Taylor a vulpine grin, before the dogs jumped away, disappearing with impressive speed.
Alright, I'm now certain that my transformation has affected me mentally. There is no way in hell that I'd ever have done something that embarrassing otherwise! Seriously, I know I'm a Magical Girl, but that didn't mean I needed to ham it up! Then there was the thing with Bitches dogs. I'll freely admit that most of my antics around Taylor were deliberate, albeit came a lot easier than I thought they would, but the moment I saw the dogs, the only thing I could think was PUPPIES! and the desire to pet them. This would require some thought.
But first, I needed to deal with Armsy!
I peaked over the edge of the roof as the Tinker pulled up and hopped of his bike. He marched over to Lung and, after examining him and the melted road for a moment, did something that made a syringe pop out of his halberd.
"Hey mister, I wouldn't recommend you do that!" I called down, making the Tinker jump and spin around, "Not unless you want the guy dead at least!"
Armsmaster glanced between me and Lung, before he put the needle away and instead transferred the unconscious Gangster to a cage that emerged from the back of his bike. Then, he pointed his halberd at the building and grappled up to the roof, landing with a loud thud.
"What did you mean by that?" he asked in a clipped tone.
"Well, my attack overwhelmed his healing factor and she'd already pumped him full of bug venom," I said, jabbing a thumb at Taylor, "If you'd tranqued him, his body would probably have shut down or undergone necrosis at the very least."
Armsmaster stared at me for a moment, before his lips tightened slightly.
"Your telling the truth," he said, "Thank you Miss…?"
"Magical Lily," I said with a slight curtsy, "Nice ta meet ya Armsey!"
Yes, I was playing it up a little, no I don't care. If I have to me a Magical Girl, I'm going to enjoy myself damnit! I ruthlessly squashed the manic grin that threatened to surface when Armsmaster's jaw tightened even more. Rather than address my 'eccentricity' that he'd probably put down to my youth, he turned to Taylor and eyed her up and down.
"You don't look like a hero," he said bluntly.
Jesus christ, this guy wouldn't know sublty if it came up and smacked him with a fish! Taylor winced slightly.
"That's… not intentional,"she said, "I was more than halfway done putting the costume together when I realized it was already looking more edgy than I'd intended, and I couldn't do anything about it by then."
There was a long pause, before Armsmaster spoke up again.
"You're telling the truth," he said.
He looked us both over, apparently noting the scorch marks on the back of Taylors costume.
"You need a hospital?"
"No," said Taylor, "Don't think so. I'm as surprised as you are."
"He didn't even touch me," I said, not bothering to keep the pride out of my voice.
"Your both new faces," said Armsmaster.
"I haven't even come up with a name yet," said Taylor, "You know how hard it is to come up with a bug-themed name that doesn't make me sound like a supervillain or a complete dork?"
Armsmaster chuckled, a surprisingly warm and normal sound for such a stiff and robotic fellow.
"I wouldn't know," he said, "I got into the game early enough that I didn't have to worry about missing out on all of the good names."
He looked between the two of us again.
"You two did a good job here," he said, "Are you working together?"
We shook our heads.
"I see," he said, "Well, good job or not, you should consider joining the Wards, espesually you Lily. The life of a Hero is not a safe one and I'd rather not see such a young girl die on my watch."
I blinked. That was...a little unexpected. I wonder if Dragon was listening in?
"I'll think about it," I said.
"Thats all I ask," said Armsmaster, "The offer goes to you as well."
Taylor nodded, rubbing her arm awkwardly.
"Now, onto more pressing business," said Armsmaster, "Who gets the credit for Lung?"
Ah, now that was more expected. To bad I had no intention of allowing him to take credit. I tilted my head and plastered an expression of confusion on my face.
"What do you mean?" I asked, "We're the ones who took him down."
The corner of Armsmasters mouth twitched slightly.
"True, and that was a spectacular feat," he said, "But you need to consider the consequences. Lung has an extensive gang throughout Brockton Bay and neighboring cities. More than that, he has two superpowered flunkies. Oni Lee and Bakuda."
"I know about Oni Lee, and Grue mentioned fighting him," said Taylor, "I've never heard of Bakuda."
"Not surprising," said Armsmaster, "She's new. What we know about her is limited. She made her first appearance and demonstration of her powers by way of a drawn out terrorism campaign against Cornell University. Lung apparently recruited her and brought her to Brockton Bay after her plans were foiled by the New York Protectorate. This is… something of a concern."
"What are her powers?" asked Taylor.
"Shes a bomb Tinker," I said, "I keep up with the news when I can."
"Exactly," said Armsmaster, "Now I want you to consider the danger involved in taking the credit for Lung's capture. Without a doubt, Oni Lee and Bakuda will be looking to accomplish two
goals. Freeing their boss and getting vengeance on the one responsible. I suspect you're now aware… these are scary people. Scarier in some ways than their boss."
"You're saying we shouldn't take the credit," said Taylor.
"I'm saying you have two options. Option one is to join the Wards, where you'll have support and protection in the event of an altercation. Option two is to keep your head down. Don't take the credit. Fly under the radar."
"Or," I said, cutting across Taylors response, "We take credit as we should and become known as the girls who beat Lung on our first nights out. That will be MORE than enough to make anyone hesitate before trying anything. And if they do, my arrows are light and burn with the heat of the sun. Do not assume that my name makes me a fragile flower Armsmaster, I can take care of myself."
Taylor and Armsmaster stared at me in obvious surprise. I don't think they were expecting me to be able to sound so serious after the cutsy act I'd been putting on. Taylor was the first to recover and took a deep breath.
"Shes right," she said, "I want to take the credit."
Armsmaster was silent for a moment, a muscle jumping in his cheek.
"Understood," he said, his voice a little tight, "If you'll excuse me."
He turned away and jumped off the roof. A moment later, his bike roared away with the caged Lung on the back. Once he was out of sight, Taylor let out a gasp and dropped onto the roof with a sigh.
"I...can't believe I just did that," she said.
I tilted my head on one side.
"Did what?" I asked, "All we did was took what was ours."
I could see Taylor's incredulous look through her mask.
"We just turned down Armsmaster!" she squeaked.
"So?"
Taylor groaned and dropped her face into her hands.
"You know what? I'm done," she said, "I'll see you...later I guess."
She turned to leave, but before she could, I hurried forwards and grabbed the back of her suit. I'm not sure why, but somehow I knew that I needed to go with Taylor.
"Um, before you do, I need to ask you something," I said in a small voice.
Taylor looked down at me, apparently surprised.
"What?" she asked.
"I...I don't have anywhere to go," I said, looking down and feeling tears prick at my eyes, "I don't know where I am or even what my name is. I need help."
WIth that, I gave into the urge and burst into tears.
Done. Well, that was certainly an experience. Fun though. I plan to continue this AFTER I'm done with my Madoka story for...reasons I won't go into here.
There IS a reason why Lily decided to go and help Taylor and no, its not just because its the 'done thing'. Its the same reason that she broke down and asked Taylor for help.
Incidentally, if you haven't figured it out yet, Lily is basically a 13 year old version of Saber Lily in her F/GO stage three outfit. I might have her gain an the armoured version of the dress later as a powerup.
Heres a question, should I add more Magical Girls to the world? I mean, obviously Lily's presence will cause things to go a little bit campy and likely attract Mouse Protector to the bay, but you can never have too much POWER OF FRIENDSHIP! and adding more Magical Girls will do just that. If you think I should, give me some ideas for who they should be and what powers they should have. No one over 18 though and anyone older than 15 will need a bloody good reason.
Anyway, this is done, so don't forget to leave a review!