nocchi
☆avantgarde☆
how she's feeling...
pleased, albeit, mildly timorous
where she's at...
nightmare's labyrinth
madoka
hero of magical girls
The day had passed by in what felt like a moment's notice. Teenaged Kaname Madoka had sat at her classroom desk, with fingertip absentmindedly drawing patterns along the surface whilst the teacher spoke. Although typically a stellar and attentive student, she recently felt somewhat detached: her head always in the clouds as she peered to the blue sky beyond the classroom's windows. When the homeroom assignment was given, she had spent far more time flipping her pencil between her fingers by the shaft than actually doing the work. Although she had felt a difference in the presence—or lack thereof—of her consciousness throughout the day, it hadn't been pointed out by either classmates nor teacher, who had taught the day's lesson with precision as always; the rhythmic squeaking of marker tip against the board being the only thing to keep Madoka slightly present.
Perhaps, she had just become accustomed to the excitement of the activities evening brought on, a feeling which brewed deep within as a sensation of butterflies at her stomach: wings frantically hitting the lining there as if attempting to escape and fly away. Her heart pounded at the thought of what would come that evening as well, and a gentle simper had at last made its way to her face. Knowing she had only a little bit to push through before then, she became alert for the remainder of that school day, at least being able to quickly write answers to written assignments, and verbally answer when called upon to do so. Yet still, all the while, the thought of indulging in whimsical combat with her friends whirled at the back of her mind.
It had been 18:30, and hanging aloft was a magnificent gradation of marigold and indigo within the skies, the clouds of the afternoon having since dispersed. There were no travelling planes nor migrating birds, only that vibrant hue, set alight by the sun which was lowering further and further towards the city skyline. This time of day was always somewhat fantastical to Madoka, with the way the lights flickered on in unison to guide the working man home. Even the cars rushing along the highway had turned their head and backlights on, the buildings lining them having done so as well. It was somewhat mesmerizing, the way the lights broke through the overcoming darkness, and she silently marvelled at it, even while walking alongside her group of friends which gleefully chatted amongst themselves.
Scarlet eyes left the scenery and returned to her clamoring friends, looking upon them with a soft smile. There was a warm feeling at her heart, and a peace which reverberated throughout it in a sort of ring. With such a sensation, she quickly recalled the joy and tranquility they brought to her, and the gratefulness she felt towards them by extension. Such feelings were quickly disregarded at the sight of white, floating squares just beyond the front of Mami's shoulder from the angle [Madoka] was currently at, although the geometric shapes were far into the distance, stemming from the window of a tall building. They floated away, sustaining themselves midair, before finally dispersing into nothingness once more. Madoka felt her blood run cold, heart dropping into the pit of her stomach at the sight.
When Sayaka pushed open the door, there was a woman at a desk, her face pressed into her hands. Her sob was inaudible, although her shoulders shook, and teardrops fell between her fingers. A plethora of papers were stacked alongside her keyboard, the computer screen being set alight although only glowing white.
The computer screen's light bursted outwards, enveloping the office room's interior in a haze of white. In reflex, a small chirp of
In a ring-forming array overhead were pink flowers with lips from them, they spoke, although incoherently and at once, making Madoka grimace with displeasure. Their words came out in jumbled characters, floating towards the quintet. As if on cue, Madoka brought out her soul gem, putting it to her chest; a burst of pastel pink light enveloped her for but a moment. When she reemerged, she was no longer adorning her seifuku, but a brilliant dress with a bell shape, emphasized by a fluffy petticoat beneath the petal motif draping from the bodice. Her heels were a bright apple red, with bows at the backs: mimicking the bows at her hips. A bow would emerge from bright pink light, popping into her hand. And with that, she'd jump from letter to letter, somewhat clumsily, as there were a couple of stumbles.
She watched the other girls at work, and particularly, Mami, who moved so gracefully even during combat. She was so well put together at all times, even during combat, it was hard to keep one's eyes off of her. She had tact and poise, and knew exactly what to do at the perfect moments, a feat which contrasted the clumsy Madoka, who often hesitated to make her move. It was notable, however, that she had slowly gotten more comfortable since fighting alongside the Quintet, though she felt more like a support at times—something she didn't mind. Fighting with her friends like this.... although the disorder of the environment was a bit unnerving, knowing that her friends were there to do it with her brought her peace, and even at a time like this she felt happy.
Still leaping from character to character, she conjured a bright pink arrow, aiming it for one of the mouths overhead. The rest of the girls would likely aim for the main enemy, although getting the spoken projectiles to stop would certainly assist them.
Instinctually, she extended a hand upwards as if coaxing someone to rescue her.
Perhaps, she had just become accustomed to the excitement of the activities evening brought on, a feeling which brewed deep within as a sensation of butterflies at her stomach: wings frantically hitting the lining there as if attempting to escape and fly away. Her heart pounded at the thought of what would come that evening as well, and a gentle simper had at last made its way to her face. Knowing she had only a little bit to push through before then, she became alert for the remainder of that school day, at least being able to quickly write answers to written assignments, and verbally answer when called upon to do so. Yet still, all the while, the thought of indulging in whimsical combat with her friends whirled at the back of her mind.
It had been 18:30, and hanging aloft was a magnificent gradation of marigold and indigo within the skies, the clouds of the afternoon having since dispersed. There were no travelling planes nor migrating birds, only that vibrant hue, set alight by the sun which was lowering further and further towards the city skyline. This time of day was always somewhat fantastical to Madoka, with the way the lights flickered on in unison to guide the working man home. Even the cars rushing along the highway had turned their head and backlights on, the buildings lining them having done so as well. It was somewhat mesmerizing, the way the lights broke through the overcoming darkness, and she silently marvelled at it, even while walking alongside her group of friends which gleefully chatted amongst themselves.
Scarlet eyes left the scenery and returned to her clamoring friends, looking upon them with a soft smile. There was a warm feeling at her heart, and a peace which reverberated throughout it in a sort of ring. With such a sensation, she quickly recalled the joy and tranquility they brought to her, and the gratefulness she felt towards them by extension. Such feelings were quickly disregarded at the sight of white, floating squares just beyond the front of Mami's shoulder from the angle [Madoka] was currently at, although the geometric shapes were far into the distance, stemming from the window of a tall building. They floated away, sustaining themselves midair, before finally dispersing into nothingness once more. Madoka felt her blood run cold, heart dropping into the pit of her stomach at the sight.
"D.. Did you see that just then..? Mami-san..."
Madoka hesitantly peeped out, calling attention to it. And while Kyoko had looked over her shoulder to Madoka with protruding cheeks full of the blue ice pop she was devouring, asking what she was talking about, Sayaka however, would confirm it as well, and the group had made a dash towards it. Madoka would run with bent arms swinging delicately alongside her bosom, in contrast to Sayaka and Kyoko—both of whom she envied—courageously sprinted with intent. Sayaka was leading the chase, and she had opted to go up the stairs, likely due to the wait whilst in an elevator; naturally, Madoka would follow after her, making sure that no one had lingered behind.When Sayaka pushed open the door, there was a woman at a desk, her face pressed into her hands. Her sob was inaudible, although her shoulders shook, and teardrops fell between her fingers. A plethora of papers were stacked alongside her keyboard, the computer screen being set alight although only glowing white.
"Those came from here, then..?"
Madoka questioned aloud in regards to the squares she had seen, although to no one in particular. It wasn't long before the clock along the wall had stopped ticking, and the woman's sniffling had followed suit. Madoka's lips pursed with expectation, her stomach spinning with anxiety, although determination and resolve guiding her. The computer screen's light bursted outwards, enveloping the office room's interior in a haze of white. In reflex, a small chirp of
"Ah!"
had left Madoka as she turned away: shielding her eyes with her forearm. When she unveiled her eyes, the white had slowly peeled into grotesquely meshed together patchwork, the woman having taken the shape of a humanoid rabbit with spindly limbs, its face being stilled although eerie in appearance. Its body was floral pattern, although the flowers moved as if a breeze was brushing passed their petals, swaying to and fro interminably. It adorned lace around its neck and wrists, a look which was only comparable to that of a doily. Its eyes were of blue buttons, the right moving clockwise, and the other counterclockwise. In a ring-forming array overhead were pink flowers with lips from them, they spoke, although incoherently and at once, making Madoka grimace with displeasure. Their words came out in jumbled characters, floating towards the quintet. As if on cue, Madoka brought out her soul gem, putting it to her chest; a burst of pastel pink light enveloped her for but a moment. When she reemerged, she was no longer adorning her seifuku, but a brilliant dress with a bell shape, emphasized by a fluffy petticoat beneath the petal motif draping from the bodice. Her heels were a bright apple red, with bows at the backs: mimicking the bows at her hips. A bow would emerge from bright pink light, popping into her hand. And with that, she'd jump from letter to letter, somewhat clumsily, as there were a couple of stumbles.
She watched the other girls at work, and particularly, Mami, who moved so gracefully even during combat. She was so well put together at all times, even during combat, it was hard to keep one's eyes off of her. She had tact and poise, and knew exactly what to do at the perfect moments, a feat which contrasted the clumsy Madoka, who often hesitated to make her move. It was notable, however, that she had slowly gotten more comfortable since fighting alongside the Quintet, though she felt more like a support at times—something she didn't mind. Fighting with her friends like this.... although the disorder of the environment was a bit unnerving, knowing that her friends were there to do it with her brought her peace, and even at a time like this she felt happy.
Still leaping from character to character, she conjured a bright pink arrow, aiming it for one of the mouths overhead. The rest of the girls would likely aim for the main enemy, although getting the spoken projectiles to stop would certainly assist them.
"All of the things your superiors may have said..."
She started, hoping that the woman would be able to hear her words, even in her current state. "You don't have to bear them alone..!"
Lips pursed as she shot another arrow. "That's why...!"
A breath as she jumped again. "You don't have to fi.... Ah!"
Her own monologue was interrupted by a sudden exclamation as she slipped from the letter she had attempted to land on, falling towards the seemingly bottomless pit of patchwork below. Instinctually, she extended a hand upwards as if coaxing someone to rescue her.
♡coded by uxie♡