[When things weren't chaotic (which seemed to be few and far in-between), Homura had taken to wandering around the town herself. It gave her something to do and allowed her to note down the changes that may happen between each shift.
The answer always is something, at least. This town twisted in on itself as much as a witch's labyrinth did. And it seems this time the town is going to throw Homura a curve ball she didn't see coming.
Pink hair drawn into pigtails, golden ribbons because those red ones were still in Homura's hair. But her eyes are still normal and still kind and--
The police station is irrelevant. Madoka's question is something she can't answer. She just stands there for a moment.]
...Madoka...?
[It feels like something is both crashing down around Homura and being raised up. Something giggles but she doesn't listen to the comments of the Clara Dolls. Madoka is here.
wandering town
The answer always is something, at least. This town twisted in on itself as much as a witch's labyrinth did. And it seems this time the town is going to throw Homura a curve ball she didn't see coming.
Pink hair drawn into pigtails, golden ribbons because those red ones were still in Homura's hair. But her eyes are still normal and still kind and--
The police station is irrelevant. Madoka's question is something she can't answer. She just stands there for a moment.]
...Madoka...?
[It feels like something is both crashing down around Homura and being raised up. Something giggles but she doesn't listen to the comments of the Clara Dolls. Madoka is here.
Madoka is here.]