The book of bad juju

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Isn't it obvious?

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I think i've finally put my finger on why so many people keep writing Gdansk when they mean Danzig. It's because Danzig is a german term, given by the ethnically german settlers to the place, and made official by the napoleonic Free state of Danzig. It was later scooped up by Prussia and joined it when all the german princes united and called themselves the enpire of germany, and stayed with germany until the treaty of Versalles, where under article 100 it was refounded under the Leauge of Nations control, to keep it away from the new and untrusted Weimar republic. During world war two it was reconquered like all of poland was at the time, and quietly became a polish state under the potsdam agreement, when all of europe was carved up and quietly became irrelevant in world affairs since there was a big cold war going on.

I'm saying all this because, like Cleo's already said, we're not in the modern day like we know it today. At some point, history has diverged due to the presence of magical girls and hasn't been quite the same since, because some events have been noticed in character and some haven't.

The thing is that it's really hard to tell what changed. There's a Japan, so it obviously wasn't nuked to death by the Americans. There's a France, an England and a Switzerland and a Poland, so most of europe's history went the way it did. But we're calling a polish state by it's german name, so the Potsdam agreement didn't make such a thing unthinkable. Germany has a lot more power and a lot more cultural influence if they're telling people what polish towns are called, so they're not seen so much as the standard bad guys we think them as today.

So, we're living in an alternate history where, due to whatever happened, there either wasn't a global second world war or there was one that the nazis won.

Or i'm overthinking it.

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You're an adult until you practise some basic net safety and don't download from some shady russian botnet site. Didn't you learn about this in net-ed class?

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I hope you,ve learned your lesson now and always back up your data somewhere safe.

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It's a good point. And while "It's written from her perspective, so it's okay for me to be wrong" is never really a good justification for anything in an RP, Ludmilla thought that two or three extra magical girls around was going to be a tricky to handle. She's also not noticed that she's counting Kei, Megumi, and Mary twice over, one for going and one for coming back. She's blind as a bat, as Flamelord can attest to.

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Some day, i swear to god, i'll write a post that doesn't need its own special place on the server's disc. But the highlights this time are that ludmilla doesn't really know what mexico is and her reacting to a witch eating people, along with the cavalcade of magical girls who are following it.

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Ludmilla walked through the fair, glancing at knickknacks, perusing second hand books, trawling through odd sets of clothes that needed a better home. She'd made a complete circuit, feigning interest at all of the stallowners, acting like what they were hawking was interesting. But everytime she looked up, she didn't see the figure in green on the clocktower. It was uncanny. She'd not see it from one corner of the street to the other, when she openly looked and tried to catch it in the corner of her eye, even while she stared into the reflection of a shop window. Which must mean only one thing. The girl was hiding. Well, two could play at that game.

She, 'Milly, dabbed at her eye with the crumpled up napkin and tossed it neatly into a rubbish bin. She stooped down, like she was going to pick up a coin, and placed three fingers onto the cobblestone streets. This would have to be done quickly and sneakily, or she'd be swamped by people asking to know what was going on. It was the 21st century, so she probably wouldn't be ran out of town as witch by an angry mob of farmers with pitchforks, but you never knew with rural folk.

The magic spread out of her fingers, joining up with each other as the triangle at her fingertips slowly became more tangible, more physical, more real. It solidified in the air, the inside colouring and developing like a polaroid, becoming glossy and reflective, until a perfect little shard of mirror was in her hands. And through it, she could see herself reflected and over her shoulder, right on the gothic architecture, was...

She'd remember what happened next extremely vividly. Even in the chaos that had ensued, she'd remember fragments of it, usually after waking up at four in the morning with a fever tangled up in her pyjamas and screeching like a banshee. There had been a flute player, off in the distance, with a hat on the floor for people to throw pennies in. He'd been doing a roaring trade. In her mind, that man became like a pied-piper figure, attracting all the good little girls for miles around and wrecking havoc to such an innocent little hamlet. They poured out of the alleyway, one after another, following a witch's barrier on legs as the thing bounded out of the air. It didn't move into the street proper, but the thing managed to suck up two old men like the last suds in a milkshake.

But that wasn't the scary part. The scary part was the veritable army of magically enhanced youths following along behind it. They came in all shapes and sizes, tall, short, young and even younger. Each and every one dressed like the prettiest girl in the quinceñera. Several were carrying weapons of various shapes and sizes. One had strapped a cannon to her back, several more had knives and bows and hammers aplenty. And, unlike the witch that had appeared in the alley mouth (Didn't witch's barriers usually stick to walls? Whatever, it wasn't important, maybe this wasn't that kind of witch) there was no way of passing this off as some kind of collective hallucination, or trick of the light. Even in the little bubble of slowed down shocked-o-vision Ludmilla was in, people were turning their heads and dropping items as the witch's barrier towered in the alley's mouth and coming right for her.

Speaking of.

The thing lunged at her. She felt the tug of it, the drawing in, the irresistible pull as it tried to bring her into its labyrinth. She lunged out of the way, falling and rolling up under the taco stand. No wonder the thing was empty. The poles were uncomfortable with chips, let alone food from some far flung nation whose only claim to fame was Che Guevarra. Under the save haven of the stand, she could hear the screams, yells, and other paraphernalia of fun times. She stayed for as long as she could down there, thinking about her next move. Danzig was a bust, she could tell already. A Walpurgisnacht waiting to happen, with that motley little crew doing their thing. Kyubey must have done well around here. Obviously, she wasn't needed. She'd heard Crakovia was nice at this time of year. Warm, stuffy bookstores with inattentive custodians and few witches to fight, that was all she wanted.

She lay under the stand, hiding and most certainly not transformed, waiting for the noise to die down

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Sorry for the wait. Spent most of the weekend upgrading from windows to linux mint. Will get a post up soon.

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The only one here with a Madoka-themed avatar has a Sayaka.

Also because Sayaka is the best girl.