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madoka kaname ☆ 鹿目 まどか ([personal profile] revelation) wrote in [community profile] exsiliumlogs2013-09-23 12:48 am

[closed] a small promise bound by our fingers

Date & Time: september 19th - 30th
Location: all around exsilium
Characters: the madoka tragica girls
Summary: anti-spam mingle log for all the magical shenanigans that happen from after the rescue mission up until the evacuations are ordered and whenever they decide to get their butts into spaaaace. action, video, voice, text and magical girl telepathy!
Warnings: language!! and suffering
turns: (post // in this world she fought for)

finally writes this tag...

[personal profile] turns 2013-10-01 02:01 am (UTC)(link)
[ homura hasn't slept since madoka's return. how could she? madoka is back. seventy-two hours of not knowing are finally over, and if she has any say it'll be the last minute she doesn't know exactly where madoka is, whether madoka is safe or not.

of course, it won't be. she knows that. madoka will do what madoka chooses, and there's only so much she can do to keep watch in this place. but- madoka's back now. madoka's safe. she can stop worrying, just for now, can't she?

madoka's voice reaches her through the crack beneath her door, and homura stops thinking. it doesn't sound like she's in danger - tired, more than anything - but it's enough regardless. homura pulls her door open, walking the short distance to the kitchen before surveying the scene.

when she sees the mess, she exhales - not a sigh, not disappointed or exasperated, but a simple untensing of her muscles - and grabs a towel before kneeling down by the spill.
]

It's late. [ it comes out more brusquely than she intended, and she falters in her motions for a moment. ] ...you should rest.
turns: (lost // alone and weary)

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[personal profile] turns 2013-10-03 08:57 pm (UTC)(link)
No. [ how could she sleep at a time like this, she's tempted to say, but - that would only worry madoka, wouldn't it? so she deflects concern, as best as she can, with ] I try not to sleep more than is necessary.

[ it's only after she says it that she realizes that'll likely only worry madoka even more. this time, though, she doesn't falter in her actions. she continues to wipe up the spill at the same calm pace, and when she speaks it is to change the subject without even a hint of tension. ]

Have you tried a hot drink? [ hot chocolate, her mind provides without effort. madoka had mentioned her father making it for her on sleepless nights on more than one occasion, and while homura couldn't hope to match up to tomohisa kaname's prowess in the kitchen she can try to mimic it as best as she can. ] That might help relax you.
turns: (toss // a painful past)

[personal profile] turns 2013-10-08 12:42 am (UTC)(link)
I- yes. That sounds nice.

[ with her cleaning duties finally finished, she transitions to the sink with a single graceful motion. ]

You should sit. I can take care of the rest.

[ she doesn't go so far as to physically herd madoka out of the room - that would be a bit uncouth. but she does stare the other girl down for a moment before making a beeline for the mugs. ]
invocation: (146.)

[personal profile] invocation 2013-09-24 04:56 pm (UTC)(link)
[Like a stray cat herself, Kyouko shows up eventually, cheeks flushed from the cold outside. She'd been scarce the last couple of days — the bakery had been tense and quiet even before the announcement had been made, and she wasn't sure how to deal with it yet. She's unaccustomed to handling Madoka when she's unhappy about anything either, and figures she'll want the space.

But packing her meager belongings comes to mind, or maybe she just wants to check up on everyone...whatever the case, she makes her way up to Madoka's room, knocking once before leaning against the door to open it a little.]


Hey. [She's not really sure how to ask to come in, so she waits to see what Madoka will do.]
invocation: (09. | there's a draft like a well)

[personal profile] invocation 2013-10-12 07:58 pm (UTC)(link)
[She doesn't smile back — she feels too strange and off-balance to do that, and besides, she still has a reputation to uphold. But she takes a few more steps in, and looks down at the kitten, then back to Madoka.

She isn't sure what to say, really, so she says the first thing that comes to mind.]
Hey, fleabag. [To the cat. Then, to Madoka:] Are you ready?

[Asking if she was okay would be too overly sentimental, Kyouko thinks.]
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[personal profile] precludes 2013-09-26 06:52 am (UTC)(link)
I wondered if I would hear from you.

[There are few places she'd rather have Madoka reaching less.

Oriko has paced for hours on her visions. For everything there should be an answer, and she has hunted, dwelling on one slaughter and then another. She can't be too invested in the judgment Madoka might impart on her now.
]

I would not lie about this.
precludes: (☆ if it always passes?)

[personal profile] precludes 2013-10-01 05:51 am (UTC)(link)
I can't --

[The noise she makes, even between their minds, is irritated.]

I would not know what to look for; for something to change in the future by changing the past, instead of the present.

[Looking at Homura's world, worlds, the spokes on the axle of that turning wheel, had left her with a completely different understanding from this.]

Something will have to be changed.
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[personal profile] precludes 2013-10-26 04:28 am (UTC)(link)
For what?

[It's short, perhaps not even on purpose. This is the power given to her. Oriko's next response seems softer.]

...In this, at least, our goals are the same.

Tell me, what do you think your powers can do to alter this fate?
invocation: (15. | of the times where our hopes die)

op...en, 22nd, for telepathy or action

[personal profile] invocation 2013-09-24 07:04 am (UTC)(link)
[They tell them there's nothing to be done, and although she accepts the news of her powerlessness with the same hard pragmatism she accepts everything else, it's harder to swallow, this time.

They're not supposed to tell anyone, and that's the worst part. She isn't sure how she feels about it, this deception via omission. This place is a sad, cold sort of world, a lonely gray city, but it has been a better home to her than Kasamino. The Exiles had not always been unkind, and she had met the others here, really met them. She'd had a home here, or something close to it. Well, that was the way the world worked, she'd learned. You had good things for a little while, something to help you get by, to keep you safe, and then it slipped through your fingers.

She should've known better. It always ended up like this, no matter what anyone did.

On the day after the announcements, she avoids the bakery (home). Instead she finds the church she knows in this place, the one where she had once fixed the metal cross of (the first set of bombs had undone that work. this set would destroy it entirely). Here she lingers, watching people go in and out of this sad and tired place, people with their families.

They don't even know what's coming for them. It's just like her dad, and she realizes she is ashamed of herself, for being here. She doesn't have the right — she hasn't in a long while. Her shoulders hunch; she stuffs her hands in her pockets, head lowered, and makes her way back. The bakery isn't far from here, and Madoka, at least, will be waiting. She'd pack things herself, but there's not much she has to bring.]
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20th

[personal profile] fortissimos 2013-09-25 05:14 pm (UTC)(link)
[ It's her birthday the day after they get back from the holding compound, but she barely even remembers. At some point during the early morning, as the sun starts to peek through the window, she catches sight of a calendar — the date seems to stick out, for some reason, but it takes her a good minute to realize why.

Back home, she would have been excited, eagerly awaiting the inevitable presents and cake — here, it just feels like another day. Suddenly tired, she slumps into one of the chairs and sighs; staring down at the ground. ]


Sixteen, huh...
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[personal profile] fortissimos 2013-09-26 02:16 pm (UTC)(link)
... Hey, Madoka. [ Telepathy makes it harder to hide how tired she is, but she doesn't take long to respond. If Madoka needs something, then she isn't going to just ignore her. ] I'll be there in a minute. Wait for me, okay?

[ True to her word, she picks herself up after a few more seconds, and only makes a quick stop for juice before heading downstairs. The first mouthful helps wake her up, and she sounds marginally better when she sticks her head into the bakery. ]

What's up?
fortissimos: (tear this place apart)

[personal profile] fortissimos 2013-09-27 03:13 pm (UTC)(link)
I... [ She sees the cake first, and assumes it's just something else for the bakery... then the message sinks in, followed by Madoka's words a moment later. ] Wait, this is for me?

[ She'd barely remembered the date herself, after everything that had happened — the last thing she expected was someone else to remember too. Madoka had been captured for just as long, had suffered through the same train ride back home, and yet... ]

Madoka... [ Normally, she does her best not to cry in front of other people. But here and now, with the past five days still fresh in her mind and her best friend wishing her a happy birthday, she feels tears start to sting at her eyes. ] G, geez, this is too much. My bride's really trying to embarrass me...
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[personal profile] fortissimos 2013-10-01 05:07 pm (UTC)(link)
I'm sure there's someone...

[ But she's laughing too, now, so it's obviously a joke. She wipes at her eyes, trying to straighten herself out, and manages to take a few steps closer to Madoka. ]

What kind of present is it, huh? Are you gonna propose to me?
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[personal profile] fortissimos 2013-10-06 04:07 pm (UTC)(link)
[ She doesn't find herself lost for words very often, but now is one of those times. Her grin widens as she works her way through the box, but she pauses when she gets to the scarf, glancing between it and Madoka as she listens to the explanation. ]

Ah, geez... [ Realizing her reaction could be taken as a bad thing, she shakes her head and proudly holds the scarf up. ] Don't say that. The other things are nice, but I think this is the best of all.

... And I think my bride should put it on me. [ Even if she has to bend down a little... an acceptable effort. ]
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icon twinnnns

[personal profile] fortissimos 2013-10-15 04:11 pm (UTC)(link)
[ For just a moment, it's easy to forget the past week — all that matters is Madoka wrapping the scarf around her neck, and the smile on her face when she steps away. Her own face lights up, and she brings up a hand to toy with the edge of the scarf, giving it a closer look. ]

Ahaha... I hope it's strong, because I don't know if I'll ever take this off. [ Is she joking? Probably not. ] Everyone's gonna know you made it for me, Madoka. It's too perfect not to brag about.