[Her last memory was of reaching through the darkness, pushing past despair and pain in order to lead her best friend to the light. She had clasped Homura's hands and... then...
Madoka was here. She woke on a sidewalk, pressed against a shop's display window. One look at her reflection and Madoka knew that something was very wrong. Her hair, once longer than logical, had been cut short again. It lay flat against her shoulders, without the red ribbons that she had handed to Homura so long ago. Her eyes had lost their golden omnipotence and turned a rosy red. And her clothes were a white dress, not complicated or lined with space like her goddess attire.]
This is... Am I back in the barrier?
[Her memory felt cracked. Minutes earlier, Madoka had been suffering from self-induced amnesia and had been fighting through Homura's witch labyrinth. Her friend had trapped her in her normal life again, but that cage was now cracked. Madoka knew she had broken free and yet...
A light panic threatened her. If she was back in the labyrinth, then she hadn't saved Homura. Her most precious friend was still hurting and Madoka needed to save her..! Lifting her head, Madoka scanned the crowd. Then, a few feet away, she saw a familiar silhouette. Nothing else mattered but that person. Homura, who Madoka thought was still hurting and beating herself up over her wish... Nothing would stop Madoka from saving her.
Madoka rushed away from the window, barreling towards her friend to hug her from behind.]
Homura-chan!
[02] the spacetime shrine
[Kyuubey had once called her a god. While the world still felt a bit extreme for how Madoka saw herself, she did wonder if she should tread lightly here because of it. If kami were as approachable as she'd heard, perhaps she could ask one of them about it? Madoka didn't want to step on anyone's toes.
Her first point of investigation had been the Spacetime Shrine. Since she herself had been thrown out of the bounds of spacetime, perhaps this kami was one she should acquaint herself with... And yet, the shrine was empty. Not just that, but a black goo was oozing from its openings.
Madoka boldly approached, a soft face hardening to something more serious.]
It looks like it's bleeding... Are you sure? [Yes, she's talking to the shrine.]
[03] cherry blossom viewing
[Madoka laid claim to a picnic blanket and basket, picking a location that was out of sight. It had been so long since anyone could see her... So since anyone could touch or hear her. And so long since she'd enjoyed festival food!
Yes, Madoka was also surrounded by food. A ridiculous amount for someone so small, but hey! She loved to eat! And the Japanese street food was too nostalgic to pass up. She looks at her sample with a nervous smile, feeling awkward.]
Maybe I bought too much... Oh? [Sensing someone nearby, Madoka looks up.] Sorry. Am I in your way? I don't need the whole blanket...
Madoka Kaname | Puella Magi Madoka Magica
[Her last memory was of reaching through the darkness, pushing past despair and pain in order to lead her best friend to the light. She had clasped Homura's hands and... then...
Madoka was here. She woke on a sidewalk, pressed against a shop's display window. One look at her reflection and Madoka knew that something was very wrong. Her hair, once longer than logical, had been cut short again. It lay flat against her shoulders, without the red ribbons that she had handed to Homura so long ago. Her eyes had lost their golden omnipotence and turned a rosy red. And her clothes were a white dress, not complicated or lined with space like her goddess attire.]
This is... Am I back in the barrier?
[Her memory felt cracked. Minutes earlier, Madoka had been suffering from self-induced amnesia and had been fighting through Homura's witch labyrinth. Her friend had trapped her in her normal life again, but that cage was now cracked. Madoka knew she had broken free and yet...
A light panic threatened her. If she was back in the labyrinth, then she hadn't saved Homura. Her most precious friend was still hurting and Madoka needed to save her..! Lifting her head, Madoka scanned the crowd. Then, a few feet away, she saw a familiar silhouette. Nothing else mattered but that person. Homura, who Madoka thought was still hurting and beating herself up over her wish... Nothing would stop Madoka from saving her.
Madoka rushed away from the window, barreling towards her friend to hug her from behind.]
Homura-chan!
[02] the spacetime shrine
[Kyuubey had once called her a god. While the world still felt a bit extreme for how Madoka saw herself, she did wonder if she should tread lightly here because of it. If kami were as approachable as she'd heard, perhaps she could ask one of them about it? Madoka didn't want to step on anyone's toes.
Her first point of investigation had been the Spacetime Shrine. Since she herself had been thrown out of the bounds of spacetime, perhaps this kami was one she should acquaint herself with... And yet, the shrine was empty. Not just that, but a black goo was oozing from its openings.
Madoka boldly approached, a soft face hardening to something more serious.]
It looks like it's bleeding... Are you sure? [Yes, she's talking to the shrine.]
[03] cherry blossom viewing
[Madoka laid claim to a picnic blanket and basket, picking a location that was out of sight. It had been so long since anyone could see her... So since anyone could touch or hear her. And so long since she'd enjoyed festival food!
Yes, Madoka was also surrounded by food. A ridiculous amount for someone so small, but hey! She loved to eat! And the Japanese street food was too nostalgic to pass up. She looks at her sample with a nervous smile, feeling awkward.]
Maybe I bought too much... Oh? [Sensing someone nearby, Madoka looks up.] Sorry. Am I in your way? I don't need the whole blanket...
[Well. Except that half of it taken up by food.]