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towerofanimus2012-05-07 08:21 pm
heartfeltfancy) wrote in towerofanimus2012-05-07 08:21 pm
Entry tags:
leave all your love and your longing behind
Characters: Madoka Kaname and you
Setting: Wandering the halls, starting at floor one (pls specify where you'd like to see her)
Format: Prose for prompt, but tags in action
Summary: Madoka wakes up and tries to come to terms with where she's been sent
Warnings: References to death and violence. Also Madoka Magica spoilers.
She was dead. She died. She kicked the bucket. She went to Davy Jones's locker. She took the big dirt nap. She bought the farm. She was pushing daisies. She popped her clogs. SHE WAS ON THE ROOF AND NO ONE COULD GET HER DO--
Even in a peril-filled situation like this, her subconscious couldn't help itself. The stress had to go. So she thought of the most ridiculous metaphors she knew. But she was beyond surprised to see Amy there with her. Amy, the cat she'd saved with her wish. Amy, the trigger for her whole mess of bad luck and misfortune. She should have disliked the cat. Some part of her did. But she couldn't bring herself to. Amy was an innocent animal, unaware of the pain she'd inadvertently caused by getting killed that fateful day.
She had to wonder, though, did anyone else manage to get out? And if she was dead and was here, did that mean Sayaka and Kyouko and Mami could be here, too? She tried to brace herself for the possibility. What would it be like, seeing Sayaka again? Seeing Mami again?
...and what happened to Homura? A sinking feeling slipped into her gut, and as the implications of her situation fell upon her, she rushed to the bathroom to give back her earlier bowl of standard oatmeal. Knees shaking, she wobbled back to her bed, placing Amy on her lap, petting the cat for comfort. Amy was independent and moody. Yet she was quiet and sticking to Madoka like glue. That only reinforced the seriousness of it all. But she felt she couldn't stay in the dorm room forever. She couldn't always avoid the network like the plague. She had to get up and do something.
So she did.
With a surprisingly placid Amy in her arms, Madoka walks. She figures the least she can do to help herself is know the layout.
You can find her virtually anywhere.
Setting: Wandering the halls, starting at floor one (pls specify where you'd like to see her)
Format: Prose for prompt, but tags in action
Summary: Madoka wakes up and tries to come to terms with where she's been sent
Warnings: References to death and violence. Also Madoka Magica spoilers.
She was dead. She died. She kicked the bucket. She went to Davy Jones's locker. She took the big dirt nap. She bought the farm. She was pushing daisies. She popped her clogs. SHE WAS ON THE ROOF AND NO ONE COULD GET HER DO--
Even in a peril-filled situation like this, her subconscious couldn't help itself. The stress had to go. So she thought of the most ridiculous metaphors she knew. But she was beyond surprised to see Amy there with her. Amy, the cat she'd saved with her wish. Amy, the trigger for her whole mess of bad luck and misfortune. She should have disliked the cat. Some part of her did. But she couldn't bring herself to. Amy was an innocent animal, unaware of the pain she'd inadvertently caused by getting killed that fateful day.
She had to wonder, though, did anyone else manage to get out? And if she was dead and was here, did that mean Sayaka and Kyouko and Mami could be here, too? She tried to brace herself for the possibility. What would it be like, seeing Sayaka again? Seeing Mami again?
...and what happened to Homura? A sinking feeling slipped into her gut, and as the implications of her situation fell upon her, she rushed to the bathroom to give back her earlier bowl of standard oatmeal. Knees shaking, she wobbled back to her bed, placing Amy on her lap, petting the cat for comfort. Amy was independent and moody. Yet she was quiet and sticking to Madoka like glue. That only reinforced the seriousness of it all. But she felt she couldn't stay in the dorm room forever. She couldn't always avoid the network like the plague. She had to get up and do something.
So she did.
With a surprisingly placid Amy in her arms, Madoka walks. She figures the least she can do to help herself is know the layout.
You can find her virtually anywhere.
o/
Um, hello? Hello? Please don't...bump into me.
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Fuck, I'm sorry. I--fuck.
[But of course, Eridan is still Eridan and he rubs his face under his sunglasses, looking terminally apologetic about the whole affair.]
Sorry, you okay?
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I'm fine. It's okay.
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[Give him a moment, give him a moment...]
Oh Jesus, you just got here?
[I mean, he's never seen you around, you don't look broken by utter misery and you are doing the traditional "oh fuck, where am I now?" exploratory walk. He's not an idiot! ...except he totally is. Give him a chance to stick his foot down his throat, please.]
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...can I put on record that this place has the shittiest fuckin' timin' in all 'a paradox space? Fuckin' hell.
[His shoulders drop a little.]
I'm sorry.
[And it sounds genuine. For a lot more than you can imagine, he feels sorry for anyone who lands here, on principle.]
Did you read the letters?
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[He tilted his head to the side.]
What do you think about 'em?