Thread: A Magical Revolution [Azecreth & Wingshadow]

Of course, she replied simply as Mami warned her to be careful, though she hardly needed such a reminder. She was always careful when encountering an unknown entity, an unforeseen variable, and though this was the latter, it was most certainly not the former. No, she knew those two well enough. But she kept those things to herself, staying seated as Mami departed the apartment to go about the rest of the day. Once Mami had left did she allow her facade to crack, fists clenching as she grunted with a huff of breath. Oriko Mikuni, Kirika Kure, two names she thought she had left behind, two girls she thought had been limited to that particular timeline, anomalies that would not recur again. But it seemed her judgment was misplaced, and as she had fallen into an anomalous timeline where magical girls ruled, so too did other anomalies re emerge to change the game. Determination tightened, anxiety forcefully submerged as she rose and moved to the city map. She had to plan now. Oriko and Kirika would have to be handled as soon as possible, yet now that they were magical girls it was all the more impossible, due to Oriko's ability to predict the future, assuming that held over from the other timeline. And if she was indeed in league with the Shadow Compact, then that made them even more dangerous. Meanwhile, Walpurgisnacht was still coming, which she had to prepare for, and she had to keep an eye on Madoka. She could feel her grip on events, the timeline spinning out of control and towards disaster, yet she knew she had no choice but to hold on and try, and hope that what she desired emerged at least somewhat intact from the wreckage. Clearing her mind of pessimistic thoughts, she got to work, charting out paths, and zones of control, places to look. She would not let this change things, she would not. She had to succeed, no matter the cost. --------------------------------------------- Fortunately or not, there would be no fight today as Sayaka ceded the way forward to her leader. She moved to step forward and past the blunette, only to stop as Sayaka thanked her. A look of confusion graced her visage, a rare occurrence as she stared at Sayaka as she spoke something about power and solving her own problems and stuff like that. Such independence she could tolerate and even admire, but she was somewhat hung up on the fact that Sayaka had thanked her, completely unaware of this revelation she'd had. Why would she be thanking her? She beat the crap out of her, otherwise insulted her at every turn, and even threatened bodily harm to the person she'd wished for. Why would she thank her for that? Yeah, sure, whatever, she said dismissively as she recovered, resuming that uncaring expression as she waved over her shoulder and headed down the street to the arcade. Hopefully what had just happened hadn't thrown her off her game too much. She had a record she wanted to beat today, and if she failed because of Sayaka then she wouldn't be a happy camper. --------------------------------------------- Madoka waited patiently outside the local grocery store, the parking lot half full of cars and people walking past to get their food or otherwise return home, hair bobbing as her head craned to check each individual person, hope springing forth in spurts before fading once more into disappointment. But still she waited. She and Sayaka had agreed to meet here around this time, so she was here as promised. Still, she knew Sayaka was busy, being a magical girl and all, so if she couldn't make it then she would understand. Saving people was more important after all. So she would stand there, and wait, and hope that her friend showed up.