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asgardmeridiem2012-08-08 03:17 am
heartfeltfancy) wrote in asgardmeridiem2012-08-08 03:17 am
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[open] mom and dad can't remember if I told you
Who: Madoka and you
What: Madoka being sad and slightly pathetic
When: Day 124, late at night
Where: the streets + Sigyn welcome hall
Rating: PG13 at best for possible mentions of violence
She'd been doing some thinking as of late. The bodyswap days were stressful and awkward, but the realization that hit her was daunting--she was alone. The boy she'd switched with, what was his name? Minato? That's what the girl who was with him had called him. And the other girl who knew Minato said she came from the same world, with time differences. Hanako had her two friends, too.
Mami left first. It wasn't entirely bad. Madoka was unsure of how to talk or interact with her, and the guilt surrounding their circumstances back home was a weight that nearly crushed her. Madoka wished her the best, but she wasn't sad or angry over her departure. Then Sayaka left. She was the one, the sole one she could fully trust, the one she'd been able to let her feelings out on, her dearest friend since the both of them were small. She didn't remember the same things, but she was still Sayaka. That crushed her, especially since she'd been seeing less and less of her leading up to her disappearance. Kyouko was next. She'd seemed calmer, less volatile than what Madoka remembered. She wanted to ask what Kyouko remembered, but never took the opportunity to do so. And Homura. Homura was the last to leave. Madoka had found out one morning when she went to visit, seeing Homura's room empty and Amy wandering the Sigyn hallways.
They might not have tortured her, they might not have told her to die straight to her face, or stuck her in a lethal deal over her very soul, but... this was still very bad. She decided to take a walk to clear her head. The streets were quiet, mostly everyone else sleeping. It was a good a time as any to ponder things by herself. She had nothing on her back, in her slippers and a coat pulled over her pajamas, her hair tied up in a ponytail on top of her head. And Madoka thus began a very solemn, downtrodded walk as far as she could manage.
What: Madoka being sad and slightly pathetic
When: Day 124, late at night
Where: the streets + Sigyn welcome hall
Rating: PG13 at best for possible mentions of violence
She'd been doing some thinking as of late. The bodyswap days were stressful and awkward, but the realization that hit her was daunting--she was alone. The boy she'd switched with, what was his name? Minato? That's what the girl who was with him had called him. And the other girl who knew Minato said she came from the same world, with time differences. Hanako had her two friends, too.
Mami left first. It wasn't entirely bad. Madoka was unsure of how to talk or interact with her, and the guilt surrounding their circumstances back home was a weight that nearly crushed her. Madoka wished her the best, but she wasn't sad or angry over her departure. Then Sayaka left. She was the one, the sole one she could fully trust, the one she'd been able to let her feelings out on, her dearest friend since the both of them were small. She didn't remember the same things, but she was still Sayaka. That crushed her, especially since she'd been seeing less and less of her leading up to her disappearance. Kyouko was next. She'd seemed calmer, less volatile than what Madoka remembered. She wanted to ask what Kyouko remembered, but never took the opportunity to do so. And Homura. Homura was the last to leave. Madoka had found out one morning when she went to visit, seeing Homura's room empty and Amy wandering the Sigyn hallways.
They might not have tortured her, they might not have told her to die straight to her face, or stuck her in a lethal deal over her very soul, but... this was still very bad. She decided to take a walk to clear her head. The streets were quiet, mostly everyone else sleeping. It was a good a time as any to ponder things by herself. She had nothing on her back, in her slippers and a coat pulled over her pajamas, her hair tied up in a ponytail on top of her head. And Madoka thus began a very solemn, downtrodded walk as far as she could manage.