A Cute Angel

Puella Magi: The Wild Hunt

If you can't handle my Gordian Knot of arguments, get out of the lane, 'cause I'm gonna dunk it.

Puella Magi: The Wild Hunt

「Mary the Vendor Bitch」

Now you fucked up.

Puella Magi: The Wild Hunt

MARY BETH

"...oh?"

The tone of the child who had, mere moments ago, been proclaiming the unfair candy markups that would be be imposed, had taken on a new form. In contrast to fire, this was a restrained fire, shackled even as it burned brighter. Mary was alight.

Ah, so that's it.

No. Rather, that was always it. The previous conclusion was built on a premise that had never been proven, so only in the wake of that premise's destruction could a new one be made.

This reality necessarily exists, in some fashion. Even if that damnable 「Craft of Laplace」 scuttles about in the corner of the eye, feeding it tales and legends that never were, even if this was all a meaningless dream scripted by a blind idiot, it must still exist. After all, no mind can contain concept and property in their totality. If that demon attempts to feed us a concept, it must create a basis of it to feed to us. That basis could very well be an illusion, but as long as that premise "is", there is no need to make an ontology of ideas. The only means by which a mind could contain these concepts would be if it had reached that path at the end of the 「Tao」, at the collapse of 「Moksha」, at the exit from the 「Six-Twain Wheel」.

If the one was perfect though...then the one would know the answer to the question we are currently seeking. As such, that futile ideal of the 「Supremely Mysterious and Primordial」 is tossed aside, trash to not even be considered in furthering the premise.

-Does that not mean that object theory should collapse when we realize what every part of that illusion stems from, though? Ah, that's too much effort to think about, far too much effort. The delineation between the 「World」, the 「Other」, and the 「Self」 is simply there so long as we say it is there; if crushing that premise was desired then it would be done, but for the current moment there is no need to crush it.

After all, at that moment of collapse when the separation between the 「Other」 and 「Self」 becomes impossible, that means it would implicitly be impossible for "me" to kill "you". It would simply be suicide. It would simply be the waking of a forgotten dreamer.

This was not madness, as it was perfectly self-consistent.

This was not monstrous, as it was based in normative calculi.

"Then we'll play. Am I 「He of Ten Heads」 or 「He of Ultimate Idealism」? That doesn't matter regardless, as long as one is one and the other is the other. I'm fine with doing the fourth punishment before the others, after all."

From infinity disappeared infinity, thus infinity still remained.

From infinity disappeared infinity, thus finitude remained.

From finitude disappeared finitude, thus finitude remained.

"Insolence like this is far too much of a crime. For one who 「Courts Death」 to such an extent, there's only one penalty. But that's to be expected in an age when the 「Bull of Dharma」 stands on only one leg. Very well, though. I'll administer the punishment once other matters have been dealt with."

A sharp laugh cut through the air, its creator's eyes glinting in the same manic fashion that they always did.

"Sidekick, come! It is time to prepare for the arrival of 「He Who Undoes Filth」! Gahaha!"

Wait, had anything even changed?

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MARY BETH

There was little that had to be said. However, precisely because this was the case, much will be said regardless.

-The rampant denial of the 「Curse-Woven Impostor」, a fool who had become locked into repetition. A cockroach in a glass, seeing its fate but unable to hasten the pace.

-The mediation attempts of the sidekick. A poor sidekick, then, if they would aim to restrain the action of the protagonist. The sort of sidekick who would be swayed by worldly desires, rather than one who had escaped the cycle of that 「Six-Twain Wheel」.

-The audacity of a child. A fool who does not understand that they are but a speck in the hand of the Bodhisattva, that the 「World」 they hold so dear is merely a forgotten veil. Simulation, falsehood, dream, illusion, craft of a demon, prized domain of a narcissist pariah, altar of a corrupted god, plaything of an incomprehensible is-not. Pathetic. Impermissible. Disgusting.

How dare she state that the visage of the 「Curse-Woven Impostor」 is superior to that of the original?

...the declaration had already been made. Ah yes, there's no possible means it could not be known.

Declaration. Sentence. The world starts, the world ends.

As the warning had been given and ignored with reckless abandon, there was no reason to hesitate.

Fall into nothingness.

Condense into nothingness.

Shatter amidst nothingness.

Become naught under nothingness.

"All candy received by the 「Curse-Woven Impostor」 shall henceforth be made with inferior quality control standards and shall be given a mark-up of approximately four hundred percent additionally!"

The announcement that called for the end of Being pierced the world. Like an army of insects, innumerable points cut through space, cut through time, cut through the foundation of reality's hastily-made "logic" as though it had never existed.

"Furthermore, all allies of the 「Curse-Woven Impostor」 shall incur the same detriments! Verbal abuse will be meted out as time permits! When total verbal abuse is infeasible due to temporal constraints, an overly terse and upset demeanor will be adopted! The soul will be broken apart and reduced into the dust from where it arose before it can enter the cycle of reincarnation! All applications as prospective sidekicks will be denied on face!"

So it goes.

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I think I'm in love with Mary Beth's character. She may be the greatest piece of characterization I have ever seen, not to slight the amazing work from everyone, but damn if I'm not blown away completely by every post she's been in.

@DarkwolfX37

I-I need an adult.

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Don't lie to me.

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Okay. How would she treat Dariya? Poorly like others who bullied, or a bit better given her actual love of food and computers and outcast status? Or outright try to manipulate and use her? Or she just ignored her?

@AtomicNut

Here's the flowchart for Mary.

Do you act subordinate to her? -------Yes-------> "Gahaha, come, my trusted sidekick!"
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"Fool! You dare to stand opposite me?! Shatter apart in the gaping maw of the Void!"

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Hey Cute. Since we're both 17 year olders who have been living a long time in Danzig, could Mary and Dariya have known eachother at school? Dariya was also an outcast, and in her case she was bullied for er, her curves. Before the cancer, anyway. She was also really good at comp stuff. And loves food.

@AtomicNut

"I Can't Believe That My Former Classmate is Also a Seed for Entropy Reduction?!"

Anyway, yeah sure, that's fine with me.

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Life is hard, yo

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MARY BETH

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Pale hands wrung together, a harsh sigh forming in the air.

A girl walking along a spiraling path, towards an unreachable center. The time has already been forgotten.

"Impermissible. Impermissible."

Ignore the World. Ignore the Self. Ignore the relation between the two, the line drawn between subjectivity and intersubjectivity. Ignore the notion of "is" and "is not". Ignore everything about this damnable firmament.

Ignore the cackling shade, endlessly pursuing its own premise.

Ignore the fool, drunken on frenzy, seeking to crush the premise of others.

Rather, only one thing should be focused on. Only one thing should be given heed. That is, of course, this transcendent rule.

In all realities, this rule is ironclad. This is why the World can be ignored, as which World it is does not matter. This is why the Self can be ignored, as the conclusion was obvious from its first premise.

And that is why, that is precisely why this was always the only possible conclusion.

A child glowing with transient light, wreathed in dreams and fears. Too weak. Weak to the point of hilarity. Weak to the point of collapse for weakness.

For now you'll be shown something that surpasses that flickering light of yours, ready to fade at the slightest gust of wind. Now you'll be shown something that surpasses that "God" you imbue into this World.

The walk along the spiral path stops, a curtain call without cause.

No, that is wrong. After all, it has perfect cause. The reason is simple: The one who dared to crush that law has been found.

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Her expression seething, utterly disengaged as to whether or not Kei was following her with her bag, Mary lifted a hand and pointed a finger at the lecherous Julia. In that moment, a 「Heaven-Sundering Declaration」 was issued, the very basis of reality shuddering under the strain of allowing its production.

"「Curse-Woven Impostor」! Deliver royalties to me or face the consequences!"