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coruscated[ because some of us need to heal the void kh3 left us with and we're doing that via the medium of post-canon au shenanigans ]
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coruscated[ she's got separated from the others.
she doesn't know how; she swears she was right behind Kyouko and Mami, she knows that Homura was right behind her, and Sayaka's hand was in hers as well. but London is dark, and labyrinthian, and even when you have lived in its streets all of your life it's still possible to get misplaced when you're running from devils.
or worse than devils.
it's okay, Madoka tries to tell herself, panting as she ducks down another dark alleyway. it's okay, it's going to be okay. she'll put as much distance between herself and the place where they were caught out as possible, then double back and make for the safe spot they're using this week. if she waits there, they're bound to find her sooner or later. and she can fight, anyway. not as well as Homura, who fights almost like a Black Ribbon duellist, in a way that scares even Madoka, or even as well as Mami and Kyouko, who are just as deadly whether they have their souls or not. but she knows how to defend herself. she'll be fine.
she struggles to hoist herself over a wall. drops down the other side and stumbles - and that's when she hears it.
-- why are you running, Madoka Kaname? --
she barely holds back a scream, turns with her ratwork derringer already in hand (stolen by Homura; she didn't ask where from, and even if she prefers her bow this is faster and speed is everything); shoots when she sees a flash of white against the grimy wall. turns and runs, faster this time, because it won't stay dead for long even by the standards of this city, and where there's one, there'll probably be--
another corner, and she's caught. she's never seen so many in one place. her hands shake, but her aim is true; they go down one after another. four bullets left.
"You know why I'm running!" she cries desperately.
three; two; one-- and then her gun is useless. she backs away, hands groping for arrows at her back that just aren't there.
Homura, Sayaka - someone, help me!
she can almost feel her soul being taken already, and for now she's too scared to question why she knows exactly what that would feel like. ]
she doesn't know how; she swears she was right behind Kyouko and Mami, she knows that Homura was right behind her, and Sayaka's hand was in hers as well. but London is dark, and labyrinthian, and even when you have lived in its streets all of your life it's still possible to get misplaced when you're running from devils.
or worse than devils.
it's okay, Madoka tries to tell herself, panting as she ducks down another dark alleyway. it's okay, it's going to be okay. she'll put as much distance between herself and the place where they were caught out as possible, then double back and make for the safe spot they're using this week. if she waits there, they're bound to find her sooner or later. and she can fight, anyway. not as well as Homura, who fights almost like a Black Ribbon duellist, in a way that scares even Madoka, or even as well as Mami and Kyouko, who are just as deadly whether they have their souls or not. but she knows how to defend herself. she'll be fine.
she struggles to hoist herself over a wall. drops down the other side and stumbles - and that's when she hears it.
-- why are you running, Madoka Kaname? --
she barely holds back a scream, turns with her ratwork derringer already in hand (stolen by Homura; she didn't ask where from, and even if she prefers her bow this is faster and speed is everything); shoots when she sees a flash of white against the grimy wall. turns and runs, faster this time, because it won't stay dead for long even by the standards of this city, and where there's one, there'll probably be--
another corner, and she's caught. she's never seen so many in one place. her hands shake, but her aim is true; they go down one after another. four bullets left.
"You know why I'm running!" she cries desperately.
three; two; one-- and then her gun is useless. she backs away, hands groping for arrows at her back that just aren't there.
Homura, Sayaka - someone, help me!
she can almost feel her soul being taken already, and for now she's too scared to question why she knows exactly what that would feel like. ]
stillneedawish[ for reasons known only to the community itself, it's apparently decided that now is a perfect time for a costume party. a costume party with a twist, that is, and that twist would be that it's a themed costume party.
the theme is that there's a simulated murder mystery for the guests to solve, Cluedo-style. go figure.
Madoka has managed to get separated from the people she was with, and in the absence of knowing where else to go is making her way along one of the corridors of the mansion the community's transported them to this time, trying to get back to the main dining room where all the food was laid out.
needless to say, she's mostly just succeeding in getting very lost. ]
the theme is that there's a simulated murder mystery for the guests to solve, Cluedo-style. go figure.
Madoka has managed to get separated from the people she was with, and in the absence of knowing where else to go is making her way along one of the corridors of the mansion the community's transported them to this time, trying to get back to the main dining room where all the food was laid out.
needless to say, she's mostly just succeeding in getting very lost. ]
