Glamour Failure

[animusmods]

Characters: any
Setting: all around the Tower
Format: any/party-style
Summary: A general mingle log for the reaction to the beginning of the Idealism event.
Warnings: PG-13; please include any more detailed warnings in your threads if necessary

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[mask_of_suffering]

Madoka had first responded to the news with a sudden shock, followed by a bit of crying, then quiet resignation. She had gone through the shock of once before discovering her body was not what it seemed, a dark parody of the human form hidden beneath a thin veil of magic and lies.

This was a bit harder to accept, and stranger at that, but only her out appearance had really changed. The same dark voice still echoed within her oddly shaped head, "Can a person truly be happy like this?" Gretchen repeated over and over. The shock of revelation combined with her own dark echoes was beginning to drive the witch-hybrid more then a bit crazy.

Unable to do much of anything but use her remaining willpower to resist Gretchen, the frame that vaguely resembles Madoka could be found wandering or sitting in a corner mumbling the same phrase over and over.

"Your wrong, I know it..."

so sorry if this posted twice, my internet hiccuped

[eternallily]

[Saki doesn't entirely recognize the girl - she wasn't entirely herself at the time they last encountered each other - but the voice is familiar enough that she approaches, cautiously.]

...if you need some company...I don't think anyone should really be alone right now.

[mask_of_suffering]

[As bad a shape as Madoka was in, she still had enough wit left to be able to speak, albeit in a shaky and disturbed manner.]

That would be good...

[eternallily]

[Saki takes a seat next to Madoka.]

...I owe you an apology. For all the trouble I caused, last month. There's a balance and a price, and...yeah.

Anyway, I'm Saki Asami. From Asunaro City. I wish we were meeting under better circumstances, and not...this.

[Her hand wave could mean turning into a witch, or it could mean this situation, or both.]

[warriorscribe]

Enoch, wandering the dormitory halls in an effort to help those who needed it, knelt beside the small frame sitting in a corner. Though a smile would be hard to make out on the blue-filled man's face as it was now, it was a strained one he was attempting to offer her.

"Young one?"