[voice, ota]

[rebells]

Hello there.

This is Jay. If we haven't spoken yet, I've been with this "coven" more or less since its beginning, and I helped coordinate defense during the first Uvi raid. Feel free to ask me any questions you don't want to bother Genette or Brie with; a more informed group benefits us all, after all.

I'm talking to you all in interest of that, actually: a number of us have expressed that a comprehensive listing of everyone's abilities, particularly those granted us by Qri, would be useful to have. If you'll come talk to me about yours, either over telepathy or in person, that would be much appreciated. Genette should know about your Qri-granted power, if you don't.

I'll be in the house we're staying in for most of the day. Please do take care of yourselves, and be careful not to get shocked.

[Indeed, Jay can be found at a table near the entrance to the coven's house, with a stack of papers that read:

NAME:
CAN YOU FIGHT?:
QRI-GRANTED POWER:
OTHER POWERS:

He'll be handing them out to anyone who passes by, although what you do with yours is of course up to you.]




((a thing for you to fill out))

Comments

[soulcomet]

[wow who knew Dirk was such a Gossip. but Madoka wouldn't really mind that at all; she'll automatically trust anybody he does — even with her secrets.]

Well ... the source of my magic is pretty finite. It'd be really dangerous for me to use too much of it at once.

[rebells]

[He frowns; limits on powers being used at once he understands, but this sounds a little different from that.]

Finite? Does it--replenish itself over time, or do you only ever have a set amount?

[soulcomet]

It's ... it might be easier just to show you.

[she leans forward slightly, palm outstretched. a small, egg-shaped gem materializes, illuminating her face with a gentle pink glow - but lingering at the bottom is a cloud of swirling blackness that hangs there like a stubborn, negative thought in the back of one's mind.]

[corruption is persistent. despair is the end result. she will never actually escape it.]

Every time I use my magic, this gets a little bit more clouded. I don't think replenished is the right word ... but it can be cleaned.

[rebells]

[MADOKA DON'T JUST SHOW PEOPLE YOUR SOUL GEM. scree. But he doesn't actually know what it is, and he peers at it curiously.]

This--gem--is the source of your powers? [An odd arrangement. He frowns, but doesn't say that out loud--for the moment.] But it has to actively be cleaned--I see.

[soulcomet]

[IT'S FINE she trusts Jay not to steal it!!! Madoka has no reason to suspect that anyone in the coven would actually try to harm her - and magic isn't exactly a secret among them. so her probably naive tendency to trust the others no matter what continues.]

[she isn't really in a hurry to mention that it's her soul in there, however. the gem disappears, and reforms as a ring around her finger.]

That's the gist of it. But, as long as I don't fight for too long, it isn't a problem. If anything, it's taught me not to be too reckless.

[rebells]

What happens if it becomes too clouded? If I can ask.

[soulcomet]

[the true answers to that question lie a universe or two away from where she's standing right now. as she is, Madoka remembers only what Mami told her: that when one's magic is depleted, a Soul Gem becomes clouded. defeating Nightmares — turning a bad dream into a sweet one — will fix it, and the magic that was used will be restored. if Mami had ever indicated how dangerous the system actually is, she can't recall it.]

[of course, she understands now that it isn't nearly as simple as using and restoring magic. it is her soul, after all.]

... I don't really know for sure. [it feels like she's lying. like there's a secret she's keeping from herself, but she wouldn't know where to begin to reach it.]

But I do know that it wouldn't be good.

[rebells]

[Quietly:]

For you, or for the world at large? Or both?

[soulcomet]

Pretty sure it's just me. [she's wrong, but that's nothing new.]

It's okay, though — it doesn't look like much, but I do have a pretty good amount of magic. And it can be cleaned here.

[rebells]

[Oh, Madoka. That is not a statement anyone should smile about.]

I see. I assume you know your limits better than I do, but do be careful. I'm sure your friends here wouldn't like to see anything happen to you.

[soulcomet]

[that was a part of her final wish, after all: every magical girl should smile until the very end.]

I will, thank you. Um ... please be careful, too, okay? I don't mean your magic, just — in general. I don't want to see you getting hurt.

[rebells]

I'm not exactly the reckless type. [This is only mostly true.] But it's kind of you to think of me.