( Since the last time she and Madoka engaged with one another, Homura had changed dramatically. She'd become more powerful-- omnipotent, you could say. But even beyond that, more confident, steeled in her will.
But waking up, here: in the blink of an eye, in an unknown world, surrounded by a crowd of strangers, terrified her. This wasn't Mitakihara, or even her reimagining of it.
Suddenly lost in her thoughts, she found herself wondering if this could be the work of the incubators, or what power she had access to. However, for a brief moment, none of would even matter, when the felt the warmth of arms curling around her waist, and the voice of her most beloved, precious friend, calling out, causing her to gasp in surprise. )
M-Madoka.
( Physically, she was the same-- for the most part. Donning her school uniform, she bears a, perhaps, familiar red ribbon tied around her hair in a band, and most curiously, a black cuff with a purple jewel adorning her ear. )
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But waking up, here: in the blink of an eye, in an unknown world, surrounded by a crowd of strangers, terrified her. This wasn't Mitakihara, or even her reimagining of it.
Suddenly lost in her thoughts, she found herself wondering if this could be the work of the incubators, or what power she had access to. However, for a brief moment, none of would even matter, when the felt the warmth of arms curling around her waist, and the voice of her most beloved, precious friend, calling out, causing her to gasp in surprise. )
M-Madoka.
( Physically, she was the same-- for the most part. Donning her school uniform, she bears a, perhaps, familiar red ribbon tied around her hair in a band, and most curiously, a black cuff with a purple jewel adorning her ear. )